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Chapter List
- 1-the Beginning...
- 2-Risky Game...
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- 2
Disclaimer: As usual Harry Potter and all its
wonderful cast of characters belonged to the wonderful mind and imagination of
its creator, JK Rowling. I am merely borrowing her wonderful "offspring"
to breathe life into my overactive imagination so please, don't sue me!

Summary: Hermione Granger doesn't need the
complication of a relationship. She had her studies to think about and a
boyfriend wasn't advisable if she wanted to graduate on top of her class.
But every now and then she craved for the touch and caress of someone...could
she actually become friends with benefits with someone without risking breaking
her heart in the process?

Setting: Hogwarts, Year 7

PhoenixRae's Notes: I couldn't possibly end the previous
chapter like that. It doesn't have any closure to it, don't you think so?
So hopefully I can add some sort of closure to this "relationship" that
Draco and Hermione embarked on...

PhoenixRae's Notes 2: To those of you who left reviews
and commented on the first chapter, thank you so much. And I'll do my best
not to make them become way too...well, sugary-sweet after their first time
together. *LOL* That's just a big NO-NO as far as I'm concerned.

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I Didn't See It Coming

by PhoenixRae

II. Risky Game...

"No one needs to know. It'll be our little secret."

Hermione felt wicked. Wickedly naughty that is.

After her supposed one-night with the notorious Draco Malfoy,
school Head Boy, she'd been secretly cavorting with the snottiest Slytherin
student at any given opportunity they got. Of course they had to maintain
a certain degree of decorum once they were out of their common room, but
whenever they mood strikes them, which happened quite a lot lately, they'd snuck
in to the nearest broom closet and go for a quickie.

Today was a particularly quiet day inside the castle.
Everyone was out for the first Hogsmeade weekend in spring. To avoid
raising a few questions from her friends, Hermione agreed to accompany them to
Hogsmeade but returned after mingling with them for an hour, making up an excuse
that she had to finish tomes and tomes of essays. Nobody questions her
anymore about that. By now they were already used to her geekiness.
And Hermione loved being labeled as such. No questions. No
answers. Just let Hermione stick her nose back in to her books.

Running down the corridor leading to the astronomy tower,
Hermione kept on shaking her head. She was late. She didn't think
Ginny would actually take forever to make up her mind on what to get her latest
squeeze and pondered on it for at least thirty minutes. Rounding the
corner to the stairwell, Hermione was suddenly grabbed from behind, a hand
clamped over her mouth and was dragged to the darkest corner of the hall.
She struggled to be free off her abductor's firm grip. She tried reaching
for her wand she stuck inside her robes pocket, but her arms were locked beside
her. She couldn't scream for help because a hand was covering her mouth.
She tried biting her captor's hand, but he -- she was certain it was a he
because nobody'd be able to haul her off her feet without much trouble -- was
smart and made sure to dome his palm over her lips so she wouldn't be able to
bite any skin.

She was helpless. Helpless and kidnapped. Well,
almost kidnapped. She couldn't fight this bastard off coz she couldn't
reach her wand. She couldn't bite his hand to scream for help because he
had a vise-like grip over her mouth. And secondly...well, she was being
pulled into a very secluded part of the castle that she was certain she hadn't
been to before. Nevertheless, if she couldn't grab for her wand, she
wouldn't go down without a fight!

Kicking and flailing her lower arms, trying to connect her
fisted hands against something of this person who just abducted her, shed' be
damned if she wouldn't get lucky and hit something.

"Dammit, Granger," hissed a familiar male voice once they were
shrouded in darkness off some secret passageway perhaps just south of the
stairwell to the astronomy tower.

In an instant Hermione was released and her back hit the wall.
It wasn't hard, but it still knocked her breath a bit. Blinking rapidly,
she let her eyesight adjust to the dimly lit hallway and frowned at the person
who kidnapped her.

"Malfoy?" She asked in disbelief.

"No, it's your grandfather," he replied smugly, straightening
his shoulders and braced his feet apart. "Man, you wouldn't give up
without a fight, would you, Granger?"

Hermione cocked an eyebrow. The smug son of a bitch.
Of course she wouldn't give out without a fight! She wasn't some weakling
like some of the girls in school.

"You underestimate me, Malfoy."

"No," His voice dropped to that deadly tone, a tone he only used
when they were alone and he wanted to get some.

A shiver ran up Hermione's spine when she heard that tone.
Oh God, how many times had she heard him use it around her when they were
already in the privacy of their dormitory? In the past couple of months
since that fateful January night they latched on to each other like leeches as
soon as they were behind closed doors. Neither one of them couldn't get
enough of each other. She told herself after her first time it wouldn't
happen again, but Malfoy had a way of persuading her to doff off her clothes and
play with him.

"No?" She tried to keep her voice calm, devoid of nerves and the
butterflies-in-her-stomach feeling that she was obviously feeling right now.
She knew once he used that tone with her he'd want to play.

"No." He chuckled and covered the space between them in
two long strides, bracing his hands on the wall on either side of her.
"You were late," he sounded disappointed. "I thought you changed your mind
about meeting with me at the tower."

"It wasn't my fault," was her hasty reply. "Ginny.
She needed some help. I can't possibly just leave her there and use doing
my homework as an excuse for my hasty departure," she explained.

"Damn Weasley," he snarled, his lips just a breath away above
hers.

Hermione sucked in a deep breath. She could almost taste
him, those sweet, succulent lips that often did wonders to the juncture between
her thighs. Oh cripes, she was creaming her panties just by thinking about
it!

"She's in love and wants to buy something special for her
boyfriend," she answered matter-of-factly.

"Is that so?" He cocked an eyebrow at that, his lips moving
closer still. "And what did the great Ginny Weasely ended up buying, hm?"
He pressed himself against her, grinding his crotch against her, his erect
manhood making Hermione whimper.

"I-I-I wouldn't know," she stammered as she tried to concentrate
on what he was asking her and not on the sensation his mere actions was doing to
her body. Oh God, since when did she become a sex slave -- and to
Malfoy no less! "I left...I left her before she made up her mind."

"Uh-hm," he sighed, his gray eyes locked with her brown orbs.
"Did you buy anything for me?" He teased.

"Wha-what could I possibly get you that you don't already have?"

"Oh...a lot of things. Things that we can use for later to
play with." His voice dropped lower still at the mention of a toy. They
started experimenting with toys whenever they can. Was it just the other
night that he lathered her pussy with melted chocolate and ate it, licking it
clean off her? And was it just last night that she decided to use whipped
cream on his cock while she sucked him off? Oh goodness, she didn't think
she'd go down the kinky road with him!

"Well, there was nothing interesting to purchase, and my mind
wasn't really on the shopping," she replied glibly.

A low rumbling sound came from his throat. "Somehow I
believe you, Granger," he said before finally taking her mouth and consuming
what he had been wanting since he woke up this morning and found her gone.

Hermione melted into his kiss, sucking in a deep breath she
parted her lips and welcomed his tongue's intrusion. She felt bad for
leaving him alone in the common room where they dosed off after last night's
escapade, but in as much as she wanted to linger around in bed with him, enjoy
the security and warmth of his arms wrapped tightly around her, she couldn't let
herself get used to it. She didn't want to start having ideas that there
might be a future for them. She knew there wasn't a future for them at
all. They might come together as one during the night, but when the
morning comes and in the light of day they returned back to being Hermione
Granger, muggle-born Head Girl and Draco Malfoy, pureblood Head Boy.

She didn't expect Malfoy to approach her after their one night
together.

Didn't she tell him it was only for one night? She
remembered telling him what she and Harry agreed upon before he stood her up for
their supposed one night of pure carnal bliss. Heck, when she woke up the
next day and found herself with a blanket over her shoulders and she was snuggled
quite comfortably in the crook of her lover's arm she thought she'd died and
gone to heaven. He looked angelic when he slept. It was only then
that she managed to sort out what just happened between them and realized what
an extremely gentle lover Draco Malfoy was.

He wasn't a selfish lover. Oh heck no! He gave as
much as he received and he gave some more, more than what she could. He
didn't demand that she do this or that to him. He actually allowed her
to do whatever she was comfortable doing, even now, two months later since that
night, he wouldn't do anything unless he was absolutely sure she was certain.
Very considerate of him indeed. A trait of his that blew Hermione's mind
off 'coz it was in complete, utter contrast to this persona he embodied since
she met him.

Draco wedged his leg between her thighs, making her straddle him
as he rubbed it against her heated desire. She was by far the most
alluring and adventurous girl out of the many that came before her. Her
innocence intrigued him, aroused him, baffled him, and yes, it even made it more
endearing to him. Two months of banging the Head Girl and he still
couldn't get enough of her. His mates were already wondering what has
happened to him, why he hasn't been to see his latest girl-Friday, but Draco
couldn't tell them why.

"I want you, Granger," he growled against her lips, tugging her
at her bottom lip while his hand got busy massaging one breast hidden underneath
her dark blue cardigan. "I want you now."

Hermione shivered at the intensity she heard and sensed in his
voice and felt in his touch. She wanted him now too, but for them to fuck
in a dark corridor? He was probably insane.

"Let's go back to our dormitory," she invited, her hand slipped
down between them and cupped his straining erection.

Draco groaned. Now she wanted to go back to their
dormitory and finished what they started here when he already had a raging
hard-on? This woman was wicked!

"Why can't we have it right here and now?" He countered,
stopping his mouth's tender assault on hers and watched her eyes grew wider at
his suggestion.

"Are your crazy?"

"Apparently so, Mudblood," he murmured, that awful
word doesn't sound like an insult to her anymore. Reaching up he
cupped her cheek in his hand and caressed her cheekbone with his thumb.
"I've been branded crazy since that night you became mine."

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That night you became mine. You became mine...You
became mine...

The words kept on replying itself over and over again inside her
head. They were back in the privacy of their dorm room. A blanket
was thrown over their naked, but deeply satiated, bodies while the fire in the
fireplace crackled. A quick look outside the window told Hermione it was
almost close to dinner time. The students were back from their day at
Hogsmeade already.

It was a wonderful day. After their quick interlude en
route to the Astronomy tower, Malfoy conceded they return back to their
dormitory and finished what they started there. Of course they mustn't be
seen coming from the same direction together. He told her to go use the
regular route back to their dormitory while he walked off the effects of their
necking in the dark. Hermione giggled as she recalled his frustrated plea
to have her up against the wall in the concealed hallway just off the
stairwell, but she wouldn't have it. She might've become a wanton since
she was first relieved off her virginity, but she still wasn't that
wanton to indulge in any sexual acts outside the privacy of their
dormitory.

"I'll see you in our little love nest, Ferret Breath," she cooed and
planted a long, wet kiss filled with promises of what was to come once they were
back in their dormitory. She set off the regular route without once
looking over her shoulder to see if he moved away from where she left him.

Hermione managed to keep her pace regular until she was close to
the staircase leading down to the Head Boy and Girl's dormitory. It was
then that it started to bother her what he said, about her becoming his.
He hadn't uttered those words to her, not even that night. But when he
spoke...it sounded like he he was proud he was her first lover. It wasn't
a sneer. No, she didn't even hear a hint of that in his voice. He
sounded possessive, like a lover not wanting to share his woman with anybody.

She shivered against the heat emanating from the hearth and from
the hard body beside her. Malfoy made a sound in his throat and rubbed his
hand against her upper arm. Hermione held her breath when he moved
sideways, wrapping his other arm around her and buried his face against one
breast.

This was fast becoming their favourite past time: returning to
their dormitory for some wicked sex.

She can't remember how many times she
slept in her own chambers since they became lovers. Her mirror in her room
began wondering what had she been up to lately. The mother hen of a mirror
also had nothing but wonderful comments about her recent change. She
became more attuned to what she was going to wear and how she should do her
hair. A splash of muggle make-up to make her cheeks looked a bit rosy
often did the trick and some lipstick ought to catch some attention. But
she hadn't been doing that to attract anyone's attention. She knew how
much of a turn on Malfoy gets whenever he sees her all dolled up. Well,
not really dolled up, but compared to the hag she must've looked like
before he entered her dull world of books and studies, she has made quite an
improvement regarding her looks.

Malfoy made another sound in his throat and this time his arm
that was thrown over her started moving. She felt his fingers caress her
thigh, moving upward slowly and rubbed her flat belly. She thought he'd
stop after he's done that, but he surprised her by continuing his hand's travel
upwards until it landed on her left breast. He quickly cupped it and
squeezed before his thumb and forefinger closed around her nipple and gave it a
bit of a squeeze as well, making Hermione suck in a sharp intake of breath.

He was awake and in a damn ruddy playful mood! She ought
to know his movements by now. Whenever they fell asleep in each other's
arms he'd rouse her up with slow caresses or kisses. This afternoon he
decided to wake her with caresses. But she was already awake. And
thinking.

Hermione hadn't had time to think about their situation at all
until this afternoon. Until after what he said nearly stopped her cold and
realized...where will their dalliance lead to? Their so-called
relationship was a well-kept secret from everyone, including her friends who
found her odd for rarely spending time with them as opposed to before when she
made sure to hang out with Harry or Ron as much as possible. Hermione knew
not to expect anything from Malfoy's end. This, whatever this was
they were having, wasn't permanent. She knew that. Malfoy made no
promises that night about what was going to happen to them.

So why was she thinking of starting a happily-ever-after with
him after just two months?

Draco stirred from his afternoon slumber. Moaning his hand
continued its ministration of stimulating the owner of the breast he was
fondling to join him for a quickie before they had to face the public. He
was surprised, however, when he lifted his head and found Granger awake -- and
lost in thought.

Uh-oh. That look doesn't look good. She didn't even
notice he was already awake and wanting some.

But Draco took that time, the silence between them, to study the
woman who was snuggled up in his arms comfortably, her hand absentmindedly
running up and down his arm resting on her stomach. This was all new to
him. Seeking out the girl for some quick banging? But it was
never a quickie with Granger no matter how many times he told himself that
all he needed was five minutes with her to get his frustrations out. That
was why it was pure torture to only have to fondle and kiss (when the corridors
were deserted or if he had time to drag her behind large pillars for a kiss) and
caress her in-between their classes when they accidentally bumped in to
each other out in the hallway.

He hadn't out and out sought a girl the way he did Hermione
Granger, school Head Girl and the brainiest witch ever to grace Hogwarts in
years. She was a force to be reckoned with. And her stamina...sweet
Merlin, he thought he was an Olympic pro, but now he has met his match.

But it wasn't just the sex that got to him. It was
everything Hermione Granger embodied. She was a loyal and true friend,
however they haven't addressed what they were to each other than sex partners,
still the fact remained that she was an honest, loyal, if sometimes annoying to
a point friend that he couldn't help but envy those whom she had been friends
with since they started at Hogwarts.

God, when did he get himself into this mess? More
so, why did he even get into this mess? She was a bloody mudblood
-- and a Gryffindor! He detested mudbloods and abhor those blasted
Gryffindors. And yet one managed to get under his skin. How do he
get out of it? Does he even want to get out of this mess?

No.

Draco stiffened. That single, two-letter word spoke
volumes as far as he was concerned.

No? He didn't want to end this game he was playing with
the mudblood? Who was he kidding? Of course he'd tire of her sooner
or later. But from the looks of it, him tiring of the petite brunette
wouldn't come any time soon. They argued a lot still, but after all was
said and done, the making up was well worth it. How many times had he
started an argument with her for the sole purpose of having her on her back on
this very same couch they were on with her legs spread wide, her snatch dripping
with her juices before he plundered into her, hearing her soft whimpering with
each stroke he made? Too many to count. But it was all well worth
it. He wouldn't have anything else in the world.

And that was scary.

He couldn't feel this attached to a filthy mudblood.

But you are, dear boy, you are already attached,
said that mocking voice at the back of his head.

Bloody hell! When did the world turn upside-down and made
him want what he was raised to hate? He groaned and stopped his hand's
caress. He better get a grip of himself. Soon he'd be professing his
undying love for a mudblood.

A Mudblood! Merlin, Lucius will have a heart attack
if ever he found out he was cavorting with such...such...low life! But
Draco knew this mudblood wasn't like the ones he was taught to hate.
She was different. She was like him -- a living, breathing human being.
Nevertheless, if his father found out what he had been doing in school and who
he had been cavorting with, not only will Lucius Malfoy have his son's head on a
platter, but he'd order to have his playmate be rid off as well.

He can't let that happen. Over his dead body would his
father touch Hermione Granger.

Hold it, lad, you're already going soft on the wee lass,
that darned voice in his head taunted him, but Draco ignored it. He might
be an insufferable git, but he wasn't so damn callous like what most people
perceived him to be.

Hermione sensed his body beside her tensed. A frown
creased her forehead. He had been watching her, and he had been thinking
too. She might have appeared to not notice him when he roused, but she
knew he was awake and watching her. What did he think about? Was he
contemplating about them and their current situation as well? She hoped
so. She wouldn't mind having someone be bothered by what just happened to
them.

"Malfoy?" She turned her head slightly and frowned at him.

Draco turned at the sound of her voice. His heart did that
funny little flip accompanied by those damn butterflies in his stomach.
God she looked beautiful with her hair splayed out on the couch's throw pillows.

"Dinner'll be ready soon," he said curtly and stood up. He
gathered their discarded clothing and pulled on his pants. He averted his
body from Granger still lying on the couch, naked from the waist up. "Get
dressed, Mudblood," he ordered and punched one arm then the other into the
armhole of his shirt.

Something about the way he said 'mudblood' set off an alarm bell
in Hermione's head. She never minded him calling her that awful name in
the two months they'd been banging each other, and it was mainly because when he
said it, the word sounded like an endearment rather than an insult. But
the way he said it just now sounded like an insult to her ears.

Hermione took her sweet old time from rising from the couch.
Keeping her eye on her lover's back, she pulled the blanket he had thrown over
them before they fell asleep up and semi-wrapped it around her, covering her
breasts and bent down to pick up her own discarded clothing that Malfoy set
aside on the coffee table. What has gotten into him? This was the first
time he turned completely cold after spending a mind-blowing afternoon of sex,
sex, and more sex.

"Malfoy--"

"I'm heading to the Great Hall, Granger. I need to meet up
with Zabini first before dinner." He announced after he was done changing
back into his clothes, his back remained facing her and his voice sounded bored,
like all of a sudden he grew tired of her when, just mere minutes ago, his hand
and fingers were driving her crazy.

Hermione wasn't able to say anything else after that. He
headed straight for the exit with as much as giving her a backwards glance.
What has gotten into him?

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A/N: To Be Continued...I just dunno when,
but eventually I will continue this one.
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