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In Need of a Little Comfort	By : Monddame Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 45107 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Thank you so much! I am quite flattered by all the lovely reviews I received for this story! Based on your very kind comments, I have decided to continue the plotline of this story. I hope this chapter lives up to expectation. Anyway, if I�m going to do this, I�m going to do it right (and that means exposition). So there isn�t any �action� in this chapter, i.e. no chocolates, but I�m fairly certain to nearly positive there will be in the next.

Also, after some internal debate (kept internal to avoid looking a bit more daft than I usually do) I decided to include a little Draco insight. His bits (no, not those bits, you dirty birds) shall most likely be less frequent than Hermione�s: just enough to �flesh� the story out a little, so to speak. ::wink wink::

I�m also putting in just snippets of another character to, hopefully, add intrigue (and a subplot). Let me know if you start to hate it, and I�ll stop (maybe�unless I really like it). Now, without any further ado, silly puns or ridiculously unnecessary explanations, we continue.

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As a rule, Draco Malfoy did not sleep well. His life was too full of hate and pain for his brain to simply shut off when he slept. He�d probably consumed more Dreamless Sleep potions in the last year than the entirety of Hufflepuff had in their collective lives. It was uncommon that he got a good night�s sleep without one. So he was pleasantly surprised to wake up, unprovoked, feeling delightfully well-rested without the morning grogginess of a sleeping draught.

With a rare smile spread across his sleepy features, he stretched his lithe limbs contentedly. He felt a bit of soreness, like from a good, hard Quidditch practice, that he couldn�t place until his hand brushed against something warm.

The memory of the previous night�s encounter came rushing back to him like a tidal wave. The chocolates, her legs wrapped around him, her hands in his hair, his name falling from her lips in her ardor: the visuals filled his mind in a dizzying parade of regret. Not regret that he�d taken her to his room, to his bed: no, Draco was sure he would never regret that. But he also knew that sometimes it was better never to have had something than to be teased with only a taste. Any minute she would wake up and they would go back to being enemies.

Anticipating her reaction to finding herself in his bed, he wondered if he should bring her to her own to avoid the inevitable fallout. But he didn�t want to chance waking her, and he couldn�t get himself to end the fantasy in such a definite way even if he had. So instead, he rolled on his side to watch her sleep, telling himself to relish the moment that would surely never repeat itself.

She was so beautiful, all softness and curves. Her face radiated gentle kindness and intelligent understanding: a face you could tell your secrets to without fear of judgment. If he hadn�t been witness to (and often the cause of) her fiery temper he would have sworn that she was an angel; she was so full of light and goodness. He sighed in disappointment as she began to stir.

Schooling his features into a neutral expression, he waited for her to realize where she was and begin screaming at him. It was quickly undone by a slight upturn at the corner of his lips when she nuzzled her adorable little face into the pillow to stifle a yawn. Her eyes blinked open lazily as she turned back toward him, and he held his breath waiting for the recognition to flash into existence.

She just stared at him. He could practically see the thoughts whizzing through her eyes as she contemplated him, and slowly, a smile touched her lips. The longer she looked at him, the larger the smile grew until she had a silly grin spread across her face. Carefully, one of her hands reached out and her fingertips brushed his cheek. With a shy look on her face, she lifted her head and gingerly pressed her lips to his.

�Good morning,� she whispered against his lips.

To say he was surprised would be true, but would definitely miss the intensity of his turbulent emotional state at the moment. Shock, disbelief, confusion, euphoria, reluctance, and excitement all warred for primacy. But his rigorously trained visage barely registered the phenomenon while his mind whirred through the possibilities. When a slight wrinkling of the brow was all the response that her greeting seemed to evoke, she sighed, lowering her eyes, and rolled off the bed. He watched her gather her clothes and shuffle toward their adjoining bathroom only shaking himself out of his stupor when her hand rested on the doorknob.

�You remember?�

He couldn�t think what else would explain her reaction than that she already knew where she was. He knew his tone was far from impassive, but he couldn�t help letting a little of his hope that she did leak into it. She kept her back to him, her hand on the door, but he could hear the smile in her voice.

�The beginning is a bit fuzzy in parts, but yes, I remember.�

She opened the door to the bathroom and crossed the marble threshold, glancing at him with a shy little smile and biting her lip as she closed the door.

He lay staring at the door for a full minute before an answering grin spread across his own face. Jumping up on the bed, he pumped his fists in the air, mouthing his silent celebrations at her favorable reaction to waking up in his bed. Leaping to the floor, he pulled his wand out of his discarded robes and starting sending things flying around the room and conjuring multi-colored sparks in the air, just because he could. He couldn�t remember a day that had started better in his life.

A glance at his watch lying on the bedside table told him that celebrating time was over and he needed to get moving if he was going to make it to breakfast before his first class. He crossed to the bathroom in definite need of a shower after all the exceptionally hot fucking the night before. Despite how much he loved having her scent on his skin, Draco knew that no one would appreciate it if he showed up for his classes smelling like sex. He tapped lightly on the door, hoping that he might perhaps still catch Granger in the shower. Unfortunately he seemed to have just missed her, judging by the amount of steam filling the room. But as he moved toward the shower, he noticed that she had left him a message written in the condensation on the glass shower door.

�Thanks for last night�

He wished he knew a spell to freeze that message on the door forever. He also wished he had a tad more time to get ready; the images of the night�s activities still rolling around in his head begged him for a good wank. As it was, just the thought of her having used the shower before him, all naked and wet�and soapy, nearly undid him. He had to turn the temperature quite a lot cooler than he liked it to help him calm down.

After he was showered and dressed, his books for his morning classes tucked into his bag, he practically sprinted out of his room and across the common area to her door. Catching sight of the wooden box on the mantel, he sent up a silent prayer of thanks to whatever deity inspired his sweet, if a little clingy, mother to buy them for him. He knocked, not expecting her to still be there, but hoping he might get the chance to walk her to breakfast. He sighed when she didn�t answer, but his demeanor remained positive in the anticipation of sending her covert looks across the Great Hall.

Not even Pansy�s obnoxiously continuous chatter, heavily laced with not-so-subtle hints about the inevitable batch of weddings that would take place in the summer following graduation could dampen his spirits. Just as he sat down he�d caught Granger�s eye and the prettiest blush spread across her cheeks as she hurriedly focused her attention on her plate. He wanted to laugh out loud in joy at the sight; but as was true for everything in his life, all good things must come to an end.

Two things happened simultaneously, rudely ejecting him from his delightful imaginings of what he was going to do to the Head Girl when he got her alone again. The voices of his friends alone might not have roused him, despite their current topic, if it hadn�t been for Pansy�s small, thin hand sliding onto his upper thigh. Shaken from his reverie by her unwanted touch, Draco�s attention was drawn to the conversation around him.

�I don�t know Pans. I think it might just be that her virginal nature offends you.� Blaise Zabini smirked across the table at Theodore Nott who wore an equally knowing smile.

�Yeah, Parkinson, maybe you�re just jealous because she still has the allure of innocence going for her.� Theo covered his mouth to try and stifle his laughter.

�Jealous?! Of that fucking Mudblood? Why should I be jealous of her just because no one will even get close enough to touch her? She has to be one of the ugliest creatures I�ve ever seen. Her hair is worse than that giant oaf, Hagrid�s.�

And just like that, the charmed state he�d been in since encountering Granger all doped up on enchanted chocolate in their common room last night burst like a beautiful, transient bubble. Draco frowned as he realized who they were talking about. Thankfully, Pansy was too riled up by her favorite pastime of verbally abusing those she considered lower than herself to notice him shove her hand off his leg. He was about to open his mouth to decry her declamation despite the returning realization of his current social realities, but Blaise beat him to it.

�Now I�m positive that you are jealous. Sure, her hair is a bit ridiculous, I�ll grant you that. However, there are wonderful potions to tame that sort of a mane. But there certainly aren�t any potions to get you lips like hers.�

�Or legs!� Theo added. He turned to look at the bushy-haired brunette over his shoulder with a smirk.

�Fucking disgusting! Are you saying you actually find the Mudblood attractive?! You would actually consider fucking her?� Pansy shuddered, seemingly put off by the very thought.

�I might let her wrap those sweet lips around my cock. But fuck her?� Blaise shrugged nonchalantly.

�Are you joking? If I didn�t think she�d hex me into next week, I�d pounce on her right now!� Theo closed his eyes with a wicked grin on his face. �Those legs!� He gave a fake shiver, and laughed at the horrified expression on Pansy�s face.

�You two are fucking sick.� Turning to him with an affected pout, Pansy hugged Draco�s arm to her chest and peered up into his face. �You don�t think she�s attractive, do you Draky?� Cringing at her proximity, he pulled his arm from her grasp, a sneer settling itself onto his features.

�Ugh, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that, Parkinson? And whether I find Granger physically attractive or not really isn�t any of your business.�

He could practically feel the surprised looks that Theo and Blaise were giving him, but most of his attention was directed toward the tiny, dark female sitting beside him. He winced at the furious expression gathering on her face like storm clouds.

�And just what the FUCK is that supposed to mean?� If she could have concentrated the heat pouring from her eyes, Draco was sure he would have been reduced to a pile of ashes already. �Are you telling me that you agree with these bastards?!�

Knowing he was in trouble, Draco quickly tried to backpedal, keeping his expression disdainful, despite the panic swirling in his mind at being caught, drawing on his anger at the little pug-faced bitch�s presumption.

�I�m not telling you any such thing.� Her scrunched face began to calm and relax which infuriated him further, for some reason. �What I�m saying is that it isn�t any of your FUCKING business!�

Grabbing his bag, Draco stormed out of the Great Hall in a high dudgeon, cursing Pansy under his breath. As he reached the door, he realized that Blaise and Theo were trailing him.

�What do you want?� He growled at them not forgetting their lurid discussion of Granger�s�assets.

�Woah, easy mate.� Theo put up his hands in a gesture of surrender.

�Are you daft, you wanker? You think we were going to stay to have a nice friendly chat with Parkinson after that? Merlin�s balls man! She would�ve eaten us alive.� Blaise laughed as he glanced back over his shoulder at an extremely livid Pansy. �Listen, I know you�ve wanted to be shot of her for a long time, but did you have to make it so that we�d never eat a peaceful meal again?�

�Nah, all she needs is someone else to spend enough time fucking her to replace Draco in her dream wedding plans and she�ll be all right.�

�Is that you volunteering, Nott?� Blaise started laughing, and Draco couldn�t help but smirk at the horror-struck look on Theo�s face.

�Are you bloody mad? Don�t even joke about that, Zabini.� Theo shuddered, much like Pansy had at the thought of someone fucking �the Mudblood�. �I�d hex my own balls off first.�

The three Slytherins spent the rest of their walk to Double Herbology which they had with the Ravenclaws laughing and discussing who they knew who was thick enough to willingly date Pansy, especially when she wasn�t hesitant about putting out without an actual relationship being declared.

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When she woke up in Draco�s bed to find him staring at her, Hermione had been a little confused. Why was she still there? Surely those rumors about the infamous Slytherin Sex God being a �hit and git� kind of guy couldn�t all be wrong? Of course, she reasoned that they were in his bed after all, so his only other option had been the couch which she could only barely imagine him resigning himself to. Perhaps he�d simply fallen asleep as well and hadn�t had the opportunity of sending her off to her own cold bed; which very well could have been the case, as she couldn�t precisely remember every detail of the preceding night.

But the longer she lay there pondering the clearer it became to her: he still wasn�t protesting! And if there was one thing she knew about the Head Boy it was the fact that he was unapologetically vocal about things that displeased him. The idea that he maybe�wanted her there � hell, that he didn�t just out and out hate it that she was there � pleased her so much that she couldn�t contain herself and she kissed him. Even his little frown at the contact didn�t dampen her spirits too much. Each piece of clothing she picked up off the floor proclaimed the message: Draco Malfoy undressed me! Draco Malfoy touched me! I had sex with Draco Malfoy and it was bloody fantastic! And he didn�t hate it!

It was one of those secret thoughts that one tries to keep hidden even from themselves that Hermione found the dangerous blond absolutely dead sexy and had since her fifth year. After being introduced to the exciting world of men by Viktor Krum during the Triwizard Tournament, she�d paid more attention to her male classmates thereafter. And she couldn�t help but compile their positive and negative attributes in her head weighing their potential.

The Hufflepuffs, though quite nice, the lot of them, were all a bit too insipid for her tastes; though certainly Cedric�s death had been not only horribly tragic but also a definite blow to the sector of good-looking boys at Hogwarts. And while she prized intelligence greatly, the boys of Ravenclaw were a bit smug about it, and didn�t seem to have much else going for them. Her dear, sweet Gryffindors were a bit more like brothers to her than potential boyfriends: though Seamus� Irish lilt was generally agreed upon to be shiver-inducing at times by the females of their house in spite of his frequent lack of eyebrows.

And Ron�well, Ron was Ron, wasn�t he? She didn�t mind being smarter than her friends, or having to explain things, and she liked Ron, she really did; but her tolerance had its limits, after all. Once she�d critically analyzed her feelings for the ginger boy, she�d realized that she would have ended up in Azkaban for killing him had they dated, because she didn�t like him enough in that way to get over how much he annoyed her sometimes.

Dismissing the entirety of Slytherin on principle, Hermione had been quite disappointed not to find a single male figure even worth daydreaming about amongst the student body. At that point, she�d laughingly thought to herself that her best chances for romance were to seduce Professor Snape or turn her attention to the ladies of Hogwarts. But alas, Professor Snape found her insufferable, and though there were some fabulous candidates, Hermione just couldn�t see herself with another girl. It seemed she was doomed to be alone until she left school to enter the real world, not that she held much hope for it either.

And then she�d been made a prefect alongside none other than the Git Extraordinaire, Draco Malfoy. And even though her objections to his suitability as a prefect were well-founded given his penchant for unnecessary point deductions and rampant favoritism, she still couldn�t help but notice how appealing she found him. Not only good looking, but smart, almost as smart as she was; plus he had that whole �bad boy� thing that as the quintessential good-girl she couldn�t resist.

And while she wouldn�t admit it to anyone, even Ginny, her most trusted confidante, Hermione hated being disliked. She�d saved her sanity early on by giving herself a firm directive that Slytherins didn�t matter: there was no way any of them would like her, again on principle. Avoiding them in general helped as well. But being friends with Harry Potter seemed to ensure fairly frequent run-ins with a certain blond aristocrat who not only disliked her, but found her very existence offensive. And though he generally only took the time to insult her when she was in Harry�s presence, to get a rise out of him she supposed, it still tugged at her heart whenever he called her the nasty �M� word.

She couldn�t understand why he hated her so much as a person. Obviously as an idea she was everything he�d been trained from infancy to loathe, but she never heard of him being as pointedly spiteful to any of the other Muggle-born witches and wizards in the castle. Even the other Slytherins only seemed to mock her because of her blood status, and not because of her personality or appearance. Well, excepting Parkinson of course, but she was just a nasty bitch in general, everyone knew that.

A wicked grin spread across her face as she watched Malfoy and Parkinson argue in the Great Hall at the thought of how purple Pansy�s face would turn if she knew what Malfoy had been doing last night: and with whom he had been doing it. Why, stick her in some dragon dung and she�d be as pretty as her potted namesake. Unfortunately, Hermione�s somewhat uncharacteristic cattiness and the juvenile joy it brought her were short-lived.

That was the rub, wasn�t it? As much as she thought getting to know Malfoy, the real Malfoy, would be fascinating, and as appealing as a lot of hot clandestine sex would be, she knew it was pointless. There could never be a relationship between them. It was quite the impossibility. And getting involved with him without any future potential whatsoever would only lead to heartbreak, at least for her. She could see herself caring for him; hell, she already did. She cared what he thought of her. She hated it that he seemed forced into a life, a belief set that he probably wouldn�t have chosen on his own. She mourned the loss of innocence, the pain he must have endured because of his power-hungry, bigoted father. She knew somewhere inside him there was still untapped good that, if properly directed, could transform him into a very wonderful man.

She picked up her bag and mumbled her goodbyes to Harry and Ron before heading to Ancient Runes. While she would never, ever regret eating those chocolates and what it had precipitated, she knew that she must not allow it to happen again. Her mighty brain must overpower her weeping heart, as per usual.

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That prick! Seething, a rotten, evil plan hatched in her brain, one that would only cause pain to those involved. But what did she care of others� pain as long as she got a little of her own back. He would pay, and that�s all that mattered. A rather unpleasant smile on her face, she spotted her target turning the corner into a quiet hallway. Perfect.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think! Even if you only want to say �Nice� or �You suck� I promise your feedback will be appreciated. For future reference: I try to keep my author page updated with what�s going on with my stories (b/c I really hate running across a new �chapter� that turns out to be an A/N, so I avoid doing it myself). You people are beautiful!

Thanks to POOHBEAR74, dragonsandbookworms (clever penname, btw), sevibaby, margaritama, magical, Tj (haha, you convinced me), gabby1234, HarryGinny4eva, katiekrm, and QuicksilverEyes for the reviews! Also�
mhaj78: No, this isn�t my first fanfic; I�ve posted a few in �Originals� and one in �Anime-Sailor Moon� (so, I guess technically it�s my second) but they haven�t done nearly as well as this. Go HP fans! My number 1 fan? ::sniff sniff:: I�ve never had a number one fan before. You�re too good to me.
passionlotus420: The best story you read that day? Seriously? Wow. Thank you. I�m sorry though to head away from the �angst free� Dramione. It just seems too unbelievable to me if they just fall together completely naturally. But since physical contact has already been initiated, I don�t foresee any�beating�or anything like that happening. Just psychological stuff. I hope you still enjoy it!
kazfeist: I think the worst thing is to find a brilliant plot hopelessly marred by spelling/grammar errors. Such tragedy. I�m glad mine seems free of such folly. If you find any errors in the future, please feel free to point them out so I can fix them! And I have no problem with happy endings (if they are motivated properly and don�t seem trite). We�ll just have to see where this one goes, I guess.
Chibionna: You went to my profile page?! Music to my ears! I�m glad you enjoy my writing style. Very, very glad. I�m slowly building up my story archive (though my AFF account is housing much less than my laptop at the moment: lots of half-finished stories). I�ll keep writing as long as there are people who want to keep reading! :)
flamingmoth: Oh, I�m so glad you caught that! While Draco/Hermione is definitely my favorite pairing, I�ve always had a fascination for Mr. Severus. You�ll just have to wait and see what comes of it. ;)
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