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Songs of Regret	By : RavieSnake Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 76454 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 17
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Hermione pushed her way through the crowded corridor of the Hogwarts Express towards the front compartment. She stared anxiously at the door ahead of her and placed a hand to her stomach as it fluttered. The summer holiday had finally ended. After twenty years she was going back to Hogwarts as a student. She’d be among her old classmates again, she’d see Draco everyday…and shite was about to get real.
She stopped and looked over her shoulder for Ron who was following behind her shamelessly hanging all over Susan.
“I shouldn’t be long Suz. Just a quick meeting…then maybe we can have a quick meeting,” Ron’s voice whispered huskily.
“Oh Ronny, you’re bad,” Susan replied coyly with a giggle as Ron pushed his face into the side of her neck.
Hermione rolled her eyes amiably at Susan’s use of the nickname ‘Ronny.’ Well at least she’s not calling him ‘Won-Won’ like Lavender did. Thank Merlin for small favors; she wouldn’t need to listen to that insipid ninny this time around. Susan was definitely an improvement.
After the initial bout of hurt and jealousy that Hermione had felt at Ron and Susan’s rather hasty coupling, she found that she was actually happy that Ron had finally found his Mrs. Perfect. Not having had the chance to really get to know the girl during her first tenure at Hogwarts, Hermione was surprised to learn that Susan was polite, friendly and even tempered. She complimented Ron’s personality perfectly. And while Hermione had at first been wary of the woman that had stolen her husband, she couldn’t deny that Susan and Ron were well suited and she quickly let go of her resentment. She had Draco, after all, and it wasn’t fair to expect Ron to remain alone.
Susan had spent a good portion of the last month of the summer holiday visiting at the Burrow. Mrs. Weasley had been a little dismayed to learn that Ron and Hermione were not actually an item, but cheered the moment she met Susan. The girl had fit right in and Hermione couldn’t help but notice that a strange sort of peace had settled over their little group now that they had all found their matches.
“If you are through planning your next tryst, I’d like to get to the prefect meeting on time,” Hermione said raising her eyebrows at them. Ron gave her a lopsided grin and, with a final peck to Susan’s cheek, left her side and pushed forward to follow Hermione into the front compartment.
The moment they entered, Hermione scanned her eyes around at the other waiting prefects in search of Draco, but did not see him. She plopped down in a seat near a window and Ron scooted into the seat next to her.
“Who were you looking for, Mione?” Ron asked nudging her in the ribs. “Is Mr. Perfect a prefect?” he grinned stupidly.
Hermione frowned at him. “Who ever said he went to Hogwarts?”
“Oh come off it. We know he has to go to Hogwarts. He’s a wizard and you started dating right after school let out. There’s no way you could have met someone from another school so quickly. I don’t know why you won’t tell us who he is. Are you ashamed of him or something? Is it Smith?” He scrunched his nose in distaste.
“No, it is definitely not Zacharias Smith,” Hermione laughed, leaning on the low table in front of them. “And I am not ashamed of him. In fact I’m quite proud of him, but I can’t talk about him…just please stop asking.”
“If I hadn’t seen those bite marks on your neck for myself I might have suspected that you didn’t really have a boyfriend, Mione,” Ron teased.
“Bite marks, hmm? Well, well, well…seems Gryffindor’s golden girl is in to kink. So how much did you have to pay to get the bloke to touch you Granger?”
Hermione snapped her head around to see Draco smirking at them from the doorway of the compartment; his hand already at his collar. He walked purposefully to the bench seat facing them on the other side of the table and slid in to sit down directly across from Hermione.
“What are you doing!?” Hermione carefully signaled with wide eyes as she kicked his shins under the table.
“Relax,” Draco signed calmly while leaning back in his seat, never losing his haughty look of disdain.
Ron was glaring daggers at him. “Are you lost, Ferret? The Slytherin prefects are over there,” he said with a curt nod towards a table to their left where two fifth year Slytherins were already sitting.
Draco looked lazily over to the table and pursed his lips as if mulling over an important decision. He looked back at Ron with a bored expression. “Nah…I think I like this seat,” he answered simply. He nestled further into the seat and closed his eyes. “If you don’t like it, I invite you to get the hell out.”
When silence followed his statement, Draco cracked one eye open to look at the two Gryffindors across from him. Hermione sat paralyzed in quiet horror while Ron turned several shades of red and looked about to blow a gasket.
“Ahem.”
All three of them turned to see Pansy Parkinson standing in the aisle next to their table, with an eyebrow arched up into her scalp.
“Draco? What are you doing sitting with…them?” she asked with a disgusted pout at Ron and Hermione.
“Hey, Pans,” Draco answered coolly, without directly looking at her. “I wanted to sit here and as usual they are choosing to be bothersome and won’t leave. Ah, it’s just as well. Have a seat,” he said patting the bench next to him, “Granger was just about to regale us with the details of her sexual deviancy.”
Hermione choked back a startled gasp and quickly turned and pushed her face into Ron’s shoulder to hide the intense blush she could feel searing her cheeks. Ron’s body shook with stifled rage. He wrapped an arm around Hermione in an attempt to shield and comfort her.
“What the fuck is your problem, Malfoy?” he asked angrily. Draco merely laughed and glanced up at Pansy who was still standing in the aisle. He immediately stopped laughing.
Hermione furtively raised her face from Ron’s shoulder to peek at the cause of Draco’s abrupt silence. What she saw made her gut burn.
Pansy was frozen in place, staring at Draco. Her pupils were blown and her breathing was shallow but forced as if she were holding back from pouncing.
A panicked grimace flashed across Draco’s face but before he could say anything Pansy kneeled onto the seat next to him, grabbed his face and kissed him.
Draco’s eyes were wide open in shock as Pansy assaulted his lips. His body locked-up and was rendered useless by the dual sensations of nausea from Pansy’s sloppy kissing and pain from Hermione’s bruising kicks to his legs under the table. He barely managed to will his hands to push Pansy away in time to avoid suffering the indignity of vomiting into her mouth in front of a train car full of prefects.
He gagged slightly and covered his mouth with his hand. Several people around the compartment who had witnessed the disturbing display snickered, snapping Pansy from her trance. She blinked at Draco and her face flushed a brilliant beet red. Her eyes widened in panic as she darted them around to see Ron, Hermione and half of the school prefects gaping at her.
She hesitantly moved her legs from beneath her and sat properly in the seat. "Draco..." she began nervously, but Draco waved his hand at her to stop. He took several calming breaths and then sat back in his seat again.
"Sorry, Pans," he said plastering a new look of indifference on his face, "I caught a whiff of Granger's stench just as you leaned in."
Pansy breathed a sigh of relief and then settled into her seat and leaned against his shoulder. She placed a possessive hand to Draco’s chest and looked up at Ron and Hermione. She curled her lip at them and spit out her tongue.
Hermione clenched her nails so hard into the table that she left scratches in the wood surface. She wondered momentarily if she’d be thrown in Azkaban or a Muggle prison after she strangled the pug-faced bitch to death with her bare hands.
"Come on Mione, we're moving," Ron said tugging at her robe sleeve. He started to slide out of the seat and made it just to the edge when the Head Boy and Girl came into the compartment and called for attention. Ron reluctantly scooted back next to Hermione who had not moved.
Hermione’s eyes were glued to the hand resting over Draco’s heart when she felt a foot nudge her knee. When she slowly moved her eyes up to his face, Draco flitted his gaze to Ron to see him looking at the Head students and then quickly looked back at Hermione and gave her a tentative smile. He tugged at his ear three times before wrapping his arm around Pansy. Hermione looked to Pansy who now had her eyes closed in contentment and then returned a small, sad smile to Draco and rubbed her finger down her nose.
With a deep breath, Hermione finally turned her face to the Head students and pretended to listen as she concentrated on the foot rubbing up and down her leg beneath the table.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“What about Goldstein?” Susan suggested with the tip of her quill in her mouth as she looked down at the parchment in her hand.
“No…he’s a half-blood.”
Susan scratched ‘Anthony Goldstein’ from the list. “Ernie Macmillan? He’s pureblood.”
Ginny twisted her mouth. “No…his brother married a Muggleborn and his family was fine with it.”
The quill scratched-out his name.
Harry shook his head at the two whispering redheads across from him. “You two really need to stop,” he chastised with a chuckle as he set down the Quidditch magazine he’d been reading. Ginny scrunched her nose at him.
“Why? You can’t honestly tell me that you aren’t dying to know,” she said tilting her head.
“I am, but Hermione is pretty adamant about keeping him a secret. She said it could endanger both of them if anyone found out,” he said heavily.
“I know,” Ginny sighed, “but you know we would never betray her. It’s tearing her up to see the rest of us so openly happy with each other while she has to go sneaking around. I think it would be a huge weight off her shoulders if she could at least talk to us about him.”
Susan nodded in agreement. Harry sighed and leaned forward with his forearms on his knees. “Who’s left on the list?”
Ginny grinned and leaned close to Susan to look at the list they had compiled earlier of all of the fourth year and higher boys that attended Hogwarts. “Only the seventh year Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs.”
“We didn’t write down any of the Slytherins,” Susan pointed out with a thoughtful frown. Ginny pursed her lips again.
“Yeah…I was hoping we wouldn’t have to, but it’s looking more and more like we might have to consider the possibility that Mr. Perfect bleeds silver and green,” she puffed leaning back.
“Let’s not panic until we finish with the seventh years,” Harry joked. Ginny smiled at him and took the parchment from Susan to study the remaining options.
“Ty Newcastle,” she read out loud. Susan snorted and handed Ginny the quill.
“Cross him out. He hates Quidditch. He petitioned to have it banned last year, remember?”
Ginny scratched off the name with a flourish. “Damien Reed?”
Harry shook his head. “No. He…”
Harry trailed off as the door to the compartment slid open and Hermione and Ron filed in looking exhausted. Ron immediately plopped down next to Susan and laid his head on her shoulder with a groan and Hermione slumped into the seat next to Harry despondently.
“Looks like your prefect meeting went well,” Harry commented dryly.
“The meeting was fine,” Ron answered wrapping an arm around Susan’s waist. “It was who we had to sit next to that was the problem.”
“What do you mean?” Susan asked leaning to the side a little to look Ron in the face. He gave a derogatory sniff.
“Malfoy. The slimy git just waltzed in and sat down at our table like he owned the place.”
Ginny leaned forward. “He did? Was it the only open spot?”
“No, that’s the worst part. He could have sat in a dozen other spots. He only did it to be a bastard,” Ron responded with a careful look at Hermione.
Harry turned to Hermione with a concerned expression. “Did he try to do anything to you?”
Hermione shrugged with a tired laugh. “No, he just insulted me like usual…I smell, and I’m dirty and no one could want me. Honestly, after six years, you’d think that he’d have come up with something more original.” She leaned her head against the seat back and closed her eyes.
Ginny considered Hermione’s demeanor carefully as she talked. She did seem upset, but not because Malfoy had insulted her. There was definitely something else causing that faint crease in her brow.
“The prat had the nerve to call her a deviant just before he and Pansy started snogging in front of everyone,” Ron burst out.
“Gross,” Susan giggled, scrunching up her nose.
“Yeah, it was. Pansy just sort of latched onto him and went to town. If my stomach wasn’t so empty I think I might have puked.” Ron shivered for effect. “Even Malfoy gagged.”
“He did?” Ginny asked curiously. Ron raised his eyebrows and nodded. She twisted her mouth and glanced at Hermione.
Hermione still had her eyes closed, but had brought her hand to her locket. Her knuckles were white as she gripped it and her chest rose deep and even like she was attempting to calm herself.
Ginny’s keen eyes missed nothing. She narrowed them at the floor in thought. Gripping the quill in her hand, she quietly added a new name to the list before rolling it up and placing it in her pocket.
Susan leaned into Ginny's ear. "What did you write?" she whispered.
"Later," Ginny whispered back with a leery glance between Ron and Harry. Susan nodded in understanding.
“What are you two on about?” Ron asked at the sound of their whispers.
“Never you mind,” Susan replied sternly as she leaned back and pulled his head down to rest on her shoulder again.
Hermione cracked her eyes open and looked across the compartment at the conspiring gingers. She studied Ginny closely. It was never a good sign when Ginny whispered. It meant she had figured something out. Damn it, what were they whispering?
Hermione suddenly became hyperaware of herself. Ginny could pick-up the slightest unconscious nuances and she was being sloppy. It would not do to draw attention to her emotions and endanger her secret. She released her locket and sat-up straight.
“So,” she began lightly, “when do you think you’ll hold Quidditch tryouts, Harry?”
Harry got up and moved to sit next to Ginny as he considered Hermione’s question.
“I dunno. Sooner rather than later I think. I would like to get in as much practice as possible before our first match.”
Just then the compartment door slid open and a young third year girl fell inside. With wide eyes she held out a rolled letter towards Harry.
“I’m supposed to deliver this to Harry Potter,” she squeaked and then bolted back out the door when he took the parchment from her.
"What is it then?" Ron asked eagerly as Harry opened the letter and read it.
"An invitation. Professor Slughorn wants me to join him for a meeting," he answered flatly.
"That professor Dumbledore had you convince to come back?" Ron asked quizzically.
"Yeah," he replied with a small frown.
"Do you not like him?" Susan inquired as she combed her hands through Ron's hair.
"I don't really know him, but I can think of about a hundred other things I’d rather do…the first of which would be to take a quick kip right here with a cushy lap as a pillow,” he grinned, running a hand up Ginny’s thigh. Ginny smiled and slapped him in the chest. Harry looked back down at the invitation.
"Ugh, I suppose I have to go,” he said with a resigned sigh. “But you're coming with me," he announced as he stood and pulled Ginny up by her hands.
"It seems dating the Chosen One means you get chosen too," Ginny lamented wryly as Harry tugged her to the door.
“Hopefully we’ll be back soon,” Harry added as he slid open the door.
"Have fun!" Ron teased as they entered into the corridor. Ginny rolled her eyes at him just before closing the door. He sighed and then turned to nestle against Susan once more.
Hermione was still staring at the compartment door when she felt the air become heavy with silence. She glanced at Ron and Susan to find them awkwardly avoiding her gaze and shifting in their seats. Hermione knew they wanted to be alone. Ignoring the pang of jealousy in her gut, she stood and forced a small smile.
"I think...I think I'm just going to go,” she said nodding to the door. ‘...and spend the rest of the train ride in the loo by myself’ she thought bleakly. She knew Harry and Ginny would be in Slughorn’s meeting for most of the ride. Hermione went to the door and Susan gave her a meaningful smirk.
"Tell him we said 'hello'," she called after her as she exited the compartment. Hermione leaned against the corridor wall and took a deep breath. She didn't even want to think about where Draco was at that moment.
She looked up and down the now empty corridor. She hugged her arms around her middle and closed her eyes. The image of Pansy's mouth on Draco’s was burned into her retinas. How was she going to handle this all year? Harry and Ginny running off together…Ron and Susan with their constant innuendos…Pansy pawing at Draco…
Tears started trickling and Hermione brushed them away angrily. She hadn't felt this alone since her meltdown in the alley near Kings Cross, but she was tired of being sad. She pushed off the wall and headed to the loo.
As she walked down the narrow passageway, Draco exited his own compartment. He shook his head in an attempt to clear it of the things he'd just witnessed when he noticed a blur of brown curls out the side of his eye. He turned to catch sight of Hermione just as she disappeared into the bathroom down the way. He looked around cautiously and then let a greedy grin cross his face. He stalked down the corridor and with one last glance to make sure no one was looking pushed into the loo.
"Miss me, Granger?" Draco asked in a low voice as he slinked inside and closed and locked the door behind him.
Hermione whirled around and clasped a hand to her chest. She hastily yanked out her wand and cast a silencing spell.
"Draco! What are you doing!?" she hissed, stomping her foot.
"Using the loo," he answered with a shrug. He pushed past her to the toilet and unzipped his trousers.
"Seriously, Draco? You're going to go right now?" she asked exasperated as he stood before the toilet and pulled himself free.
"Nothing you haven't seen before, love," he said with a devilish smirk. She leaned against the wall and stared at the ceiling.
"You cannot keep doing this. It's too dangerous."
"There is nothing dangerous about taking a leak."
Hermione huffed loudly and rolled her eyes."There is when you take it in a bathroom with your ‘mortal enemy.’ And you know that’s not what I meant. You can’t keep getting close to me on purpose around others. What if someone saw you come in here with me?"
"It’s fine. No one saw. No one is going to noti..."
"Ginny already noticed you prat! Damn it to Hades! Do you have any idea how hard it is to lie to Ginny Weasley? If she asks me if Mr. Perfect is you, I don't know how I'll keep a straight face."
Draco frowned as he shook off a few straggling drops and carefully tucked himself back into his trousers. "How did Red notice anything? What did she say?" he asked as he flushed the toilet.
"She didn't say anything to me," Hermione began as she maneuvered to the side in the small space to allow Draco to use the sink, "but she was whispering to Susan just after Ron told everyone about Pansy sucking your face off. She could see it was affecting me, I just know it." Hermione scrubbed her face in her hands.
“You should not have sat by us,” she continued. “Do you have any idea what it did to me to have to just sit and watch that bitch try to jump you?”
“Do you think I enjoyed that?” Draco asked angrily as he dried his hands. “She tasted foul…ugh, like black licorice. The only sweet I hate.”
“So you only didn’t enjoy it because she tasted like licorice?” Hermione asked challengingly crossing her arms across her chest. Draco’s face turned stony.
“Yes. I want to fuck Pansy. If she had tasted like chocolate I would have thrown her over the table and nailed her. Is that what you want to hear?” he snapped at her. Hermione scowled at the floor and Draco winced at the stinging pain of her distrust. He took a deep breath and considered her for a moment before continuing.
“After what we’ve been through I would have thought you’d know that you could trust me.”
“Yeah, but I trusted Ron too,” she said softly. Draco closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I am not Weasley.”
Hermione gave a defeated sigh. “I know. But…once bitten, twice shy I guess. When I think of you kissing her…” She shook her head and looked away. Draco turned her face back to him with a hand to her chin.
“I imagine you feel the same way I did when I’d think about you living with your ex-lover and ex-husband for two months.”
Hermione finally looked him in the eyes and was startled by the sincerity she saw in them. Guilt quickly replaced her doubt. She had never considered that her living with Ron and Harry would actually hurt Draco. She leaned into him and buried her face in his shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. Draco inhaled deeply and rested his head on top of hers as he wrapped his arms around her.
“I am too,” he said with a kiss to her crown. “It’s just you and me against the world, love. We have to trust each other.” Hermione nodded against him.
“But what are we going to do about Ginny and Pansy?” she muffled.
“Well…Red has proven herself trustworthy. If she guesses correctly, I think it would be okay to give her confirmation. In fact, it might be a good thing to have someone other than Severus and Albus know…in case we need a discreet accomplice. But still have her take a vow of secrecy.”
Hermione sighed and nodded in agreement. “And Pansy? How will we handle her?”
Draco pulled back and grinned at her. “Pansy’s already taken care of.”
“What do you mean?”
“I simply steered her in Berrow’s direction. If you thought she was bad with me…” he shuddered dramatically. “Obscene is too light a word to describe what is happening right now two compartments over. All I can say is their marriage must have been really satisfying.”
“Ugh…please don’t say anything like that about Pansy ever again,” Hermione cringed. Draco looked thoughtful for a brief moment and then tightened his grip around Hermione’s waist and ground his hips into her.
“I could show you what they’re doing instead if you like.” He smiled and raised his eyebrows suggestively. Hermione pushed his chest.
“Don’t even think about it,” she laughed as he pushed his face into her neck.
“Oh, I think about it,” he purred. “I think about it every second of every day. Think about this perfect arse (he squeezed her cheeks in his hands), and that tight pussy, and these beautiful tits.” He hissed through gritted teeth as he looked down at her chest. “Gods, I love you.”
Hermione bit her lip at the delightful pulses Draco’s praises sent through her center. She moaned appreciatively at his touch.
“We can’t,” she protested feebly as Draco nibbled up her neck to her ear.
“We can’t what?” he breathed hotly into her ear. Hermione shivered and tilted her head to allow him better access to her neck.
“We can’t shag in the loo on the train on the way to school.”
Draco growled lowly. “Can…and will.” He lifted her and sat her on the sink. Hermione pushed at him.
“No…we really can’t. I’ve got my monthly.”
“So?” he replied without ceasing his exploration of her neck. He paused when he felt Hermione stiffen slightly. He pulled back to look her in the face and resisted the urge to laugh at her scandalized expression. “Does it hurt to have sex during your monthly?”
She blinked at him a moment. “I wouldn’t know for sure, but I can’t see why it would,” she answered truthfully.
“Then what’s the problem?” he asked leaning back down to nuzzle her.
She shrugged slightly. “Ron always thought it was gross.”
Draco stopped immediately and stood up straight. “If you compare me to Weasley one more time, I will spank your arse raw. Understood?”
Hermione’s bottom lip trembled. “Yes, sir,” she breathed. Draco gave her a cool smile and stroked the side of her face.
“I would never think anything about you was gross. I’ve had your blood on me before if you recall,” he said poking her in the shoulder she’d splinched. “And we have cleansing spells for a reason. Now be a good girl and drop the knickers.”
Heat rippled through her as Hermione lowered herself from the sink and reached beneath her skirt to complete Draco’s demand. She carefully folded her knickers and placed them to the side on the floor. She shifted apprehensively and squeezed her legs together as she stood before the predatory Slytherin.
“Relax,” he said gently. Hermione gave him a shy smile and bit her lip. Draco’s eyes darkened as he zeroed in on her teeth digging into her plump lip. He loved her innocent little gestures. They made it all the more satisfying when he made her come undone.
“Take me out,” he directed firmly motioning to his crotch.
Heart racing, Hermione reached forward and undid Draco’s trousers and pushed them down just enough to expose his already hard and weeping cock. She simply stared at it as her body quaked with anticipation.
“Touch me.”
Two soft hands gripped the silky length and Draco inhaled sharply. “Fuck, Granger,” he said raggedly. He stepped into her and tangled a hand into her hair. “Do you see what you do to me? Do you see why I would never want to be with anyone but you?” He pulled her hair tighter and tugged her face to his.
“Do you know how fucking perfect you are?” he whispered as he rubbed his nose along her cheek. Hermione closed her eyes and squeezed her legs even tighter together. How was it possible that she was not playing music when her pussy was aching this bad?
Draco yanked her head back and licked her throat. “There it is,” he chuckled against her neck when the music finally came on. “I was beginning to feel rejected.” He released her hair and ran his hands down her body.
Hermione moaned almost inaudibly and continued to slowly rub her hands over his erection. Draco stilled her hands and pushed them away to her sides. He placed his hands on her thighs and pushed them up under her skirt. She involuntarily tensed again. Draco pulled back.
“Does this really bother you?” he asked gently. Hermione gave a small shrug.
“It’s just… embarrassing.”
Draco put his hands back on her hips. “I promise I won’t look.”
He leaned in and kissed her as he stepped all the way into her and coaxed her legs apart. He guided himself to her entrance with his hand and slid in slowly. Hermione moaned into the kiss and braced herself on the sink.
Her heart thudded and her chest burned with the exhilaration at the acceptance of what was happening. If anyone had asked her a few months ago to name all the impossible things that would never happen, fucking Draco Malfoy in the loo on the Hogwarts Express while she was on her period would have been right at the top of the list.
She doubled the force with which she kissed him and he reciprocated with fervor, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth. Draco gripped her hips tightly and kept an intense rhythm as he pounded her in time with the music.
Hermione raised her leg and placed her foot on the wall behind Draco. He growled and ran his hand along the leg as he worked her. He pulled away from the kiss and looked her in the eyes.
“Who do I belong to?” he rasped. Hermione breathed heavy.
“Me,” she gasped.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You.”
“Don’t. For. Get. It.” He punctuated each syllable with a hard thrust. Hermione nodded and he slammed his lips back over hers. Draco’s movements began to quicken and Hermione felt herself approaching the edge.
“Close, love?” he whispered against her.
She nodded. Draco gave several more brutal thrusts and moaned loudly as he reached his climax. Hermione followed just after and whimpered as her thighs quavered with the jolts of her release. As the song faded Draco leaned forward and pressed his lips to her forehead and held them there as he breathed forcefully through his nose.
Hermione clasped her hands behind Draco’s head and held him in place as she relished in the comfort of his routine gesture. After a moment, she released him and he pulled back to look at her.
“Ready?” he asked preparing to pull out of her. Hermione grabbed her wand and nodded. She shivered briefly as his softening penis slipped free of her. She quickly and simultaneously cast a cleansing spell on them both.
Draco swiftly fixed his trousers and put himself away. He bent over to retrieve Hermione’s knickers without thinking. He picked them up and then realized that he’d probably made a mistake in doing so. He quickly handed them to Hermione, expecting her to be embarrassed, but she simply smiled at him.
“Thank you,” she said taking them from him. She noticed his look of apprehension. “It’s ok,” she said holding the white, completely clean knickers out in front of her for him to see. “They’re charmed to immediately vanish any liquid that comes in contact with them,” she explained as she finally stepped back into them.
“That’s actually very clever,” Draco replied. He’d never given any real thought to how women dealt with that kind of thing. His mother and Astoria had always been very secretive about it.
“But what do Muggle women do?” he asked, unable to suppress his curiosity.
“You don’t want to know,” she answered significantly and then laughed at Draco’s blush. She placed a hand on his cheek.
“You never cease to amaze me,” she said adoringly. Draco smirked and wrapped his arms around her.
“I am pretty amazing, aren’t I?” he sassed. Hermione shook her head at him and tiptoed up to kiss him again.
“I have to confess I’m glad this happened, but you can’t keep following me,” Hermione said after she pulled back. “We must be careful.”
“I know,” Draco pouted.
“Don’t worry. We’ll at least get to see each other every day now. And as far as our ‘meetings’…there is always the Room of Requirement or our old room,” she said with a devious wink. “We’ll figure out a secret schedule.”
Draco smiled at her. “I love when you get all conspiratorial,” he replied. “Sometimes I think you have a bit of Slytherin in you.”
“Sometimes I do,” she smirked. Draco choked a laugh and gave her one last hug. Hermione squeezed him hard and then stepped away from him and transformed into Margaret.
“Not taking any more chances,” she said softly when he looked at her changed appearance with a small frown. Draco sighed and went to the door.
“Where will you go?” Hermione asked hesitantly.
“I’m going to find Crabbe and Goyle. What about you?”
“I’ll wait here a bit and then return to the compartment with Ron and Susan. Hopefully it will be safe by then,” she said darkly.
“Sick,” Draco chuckled. He gave her one last appreciative glance. “Good luck, love.”
Hermione rubbed her nose. Draco pulled his ear and exited into the corridor.
After ten minutes or so, Hermione carefully peeked out into the corridor. When she found it empty she quickly left the loo and removed the appearance modification. She puffed a steadying breath and made her way back to the compartment with Ron and Susan.
She carefully avoided looking into the door’s window and knocked. The door slid open a second later and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief to see Susan standing in front of her looking completely calm and put together.
“We wondered when you’d come back,” she smiled. “So how’s Mr. Perfect?”
Hermione came in and sat lazily in the seat she’d occupied earlier.
“I wouldn’t know. I just went to the loo,” she answered easily.
“For forty minutes?” Ron asked incredulously.
Hermione merely shrugged and lay down across the seats. She closed her eyes and smiled contently at the gentle sway of the train car and the memories she’d just created in its small bathroom.
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A/N: So…I didn’t name the song that played. I thought it might be fun for you all to imagine for yourselves what might have played during that little session.
Also, I am blown away at all of your wonderful reviews. I can’t express how much they mean to me. LemurGirl…that was truly a high compliment indeed. I must’ve read your review fifty times and it made me smile every time. You too Crystal-sand….and of course a giant thank you to all my lovely regulars that I adore.
@valkyrie136: email me and we’ll talk. RavieSnake@gmail
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