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For the Love of Malfoy	By : emisloser Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 31738 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 2: Noises

"Ah, Miss. Granger, I've been meaning to speak with you. Do you have a moment?"

"Of course professor."

"Miss Granger, I have noticed that your personal state, as of late, has been rather...questionable. You are rarely present at dinner and several teachers have come to me in concern. It seems that, while your work still excels, you have been found sleeping through several lessons. I wonder, Miss. Granger, If the current work load of your final year as well as the responsibility of Head Girl, Is causing you some stress?"

"Oh, no sir! It's just...I've having some trouble sleeping is all. I'm just - just spending a lot of time studying for our end of the year exams!"

Dumbledor carefully watched Hermione over his glasses, his eyes telling her that he could see right through her bull shit story. Though he probably would have used a different phrase.

"Well If I may say so Miss. Granger, I feel that you, our top student, have no reason to worry about receiving anything other than outstanding marks on your exams. You have a lot on your plate, try to focus on finishing what's in front of you before moving on to the next helping, hm?"

"Yes professor, I'll try."

"Well then, good day Miss. Granger."

"Good day professor."

Hermione watched Dumbledor's back as he turned the corner before she let out the breath she didn't know she was holding.

She turned towards her common room and at a slow pace, began the long journey back.

Stupid castle and it's stupid stairs.

Once she got to her room and closed the door, she dropped her books on the floor and fell back on to her bed. Her body felt like mashed potatoes. Her legs were hanging off the end of the bed, but she hadn't the energy to pull them up. She felt like crying. Like screaming and yelling and pulling out all of her hair. But she was just too fucking tired. And it was all his fault. The spawn if Satan. Malfoy. He was to blame. Him and that stupid insignificant kiss. It's been a whole month since the incident, but still - see just couldn't get it out of her mind. Dammit! It wasn't even that good of a kiss!

Liar . . .

Hermione slowly pulled herself up onto her elbows and looked into the mirror opposite of her on the wall. She nearly turned away at what she saw.

Her eyes were dark and sported blackish blue rings that made her shutter. Her frizzy hair looked as if it had never before seen a comb and her mouth was set in a deep frown. Her cheeks were sunken in, topping off the "living dead" look that she was definitely not going for.

Stupid Stupid Stupid Malfoy!

And of course, he went on as if nothing had ever happened. Though one thing had changed. Malfoy had been spending a lot more of his time in his own room rather than, where she had guessed before was, Pansy's. And she knew this not because she saw him often, or because he left evidence of his presence around the common room, but because she could...hear him.

She shuddered as she collapsed back onto her bed. She could still remember the first night she had walked into their common room and her ears were filled with one of the most unpleasantly arousing sounds she had ever heard...

- Flashback -

Hermione muttered the password to the portrait door before it slowly swung open, allowing her to walk inside.

What a long day, she had thought, as she rubbed softly on her aching shoulders and dropped her bag on the floor with a loud thump...

....thump, thump, thump, thump.

Her eyebrows rose as she looked down at her bag lying innocently on the floor and then back up, before raising them slowly to the ceiling, directly where Malfoy's room lie under...

Thump, thump, thump.

As quiet as she could be, she walked up the stairs to Draco's room and leaned in so that her ear was against the door, making sure not even to breath. What she heard nearly sent her to her knees...

It was Malfoy. He was panting and moaning and pounding into...someone. And then he spoke-

"Oooh you feel so good. Oh yess..."

Her whole body had tightened and a strange heat had formed between her legs as she gently rubbed them together.

Draco moaned loudly and Hermione, unconsciously, moaned along with him. And before she had time even to think, her voice forced it's way through her throat -

"Oh my GOD!"

She threw her hands over her mouth and, one foot at a time, backed away from his door. The noises had stopped and just as she was about to turn and run, the door swung open to revel a very frazzled Draco wrapped in only a bed sheet. His eyes were wild as he slowly looked her up and down, and his mouth turned up into a smirk so evil, she was sure that the devil himself would have flinched.

"Granger."

Hermione stood up straight. "Malfoy."

He leaned casually against the door way, looking perfectly comfortable with the current situation. Hermione was anything but. She couldn't help but scan her eyes over his sweaty, muscular body. The sheet hung loosely around his waist and continued down to his ankles, where his feet were crossed in a leisurely manner. She breathed deeply through her nose to take in the strong smell of musk and arousal which made her tremble with an unfamiliar feeling.

"So, Mudblood. Enjoying the show?"

Hermione's eyes went back up to his own. "Show?"

"That's why you were standing outside of my doorway, was it not?"

Hermione snapped back to reality with a shake of her head.

"Malfoy, I only came up here to ask if you could at least put a silencing charm on your room so that I don't have to listen to...that for the rest of the night."

Draco began to inspect his nails. "As much as I hate to admit it, Granger," he said, "I've already tried that."

"You have?"

"Yes, I have. It seems as if our courters will not allow us to place any spells to alter it in anyway."

Hermione sighed. Now that she thought about it, she did remember reading something about that in Hogwarts: A History.

"Fine," she snapped, "Can you at least keep it down?"

Draco's smirk grew wider. Hermione shook her head.

"I can't promise to...keep it down, Granger. I can't help the way I am with women. The effect is not a quiet one."

It was Hermione's turn to smirk. "Funny Malfoy, because the only voice I heard in there was your own. Refer to your hand as a woman much?"

Hermione took in Draco's surprised features for a moment, before confidently turning on her heal and walking toward the steps-

"Draco! Come back to bed..." came Pansy's voice from within Draco's room.

Hermione's shoulders tensed for a moment as she heard Draco chuckle and his door shut.

- End Flashback -

Hermione groaned and slowly raised her head to check the time on her wall clock. 6:30 pm. Dinner would be starting soon, and seeing as how she definitely didn't want another encounter like the one she just had with Dumbledor, she figured she should be present a bit more. Now...if she could only sit up...

Hermione growled. You will not let him ruin your last year of Hogwarts! she thought to herself sternly. Now, get up! Hermione took a deep breath.

She rolled once, and then twice to the side of her bed where she pivoted her body to let her legs fall to the floor. A few moments later she grabbed two handfuls of her comforter and pulled herself into a sitting position. She took a few more deep breaths and then pushed off of the bed to stand up straight.

Hermione shook her head. "I can't live like this..."

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