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Suppressed Emotions	By : hopelesslydevoted.xx Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 46529 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Draco had to admit, Mrs. Weasley's cooking was phenomenal. He had been hesitant to eat anything, considering who he was and where he was, but his hunger won over. He saw Mrs. Weasley let out a deep breath and a smile had appeared on her face.
He could feel the twin's eyes on him throughout the whole meal, and had avoided their eye contact. But, because he was avoiding them, he was unable to avoid Ron who was more than obvious about his distaste of Draco's being there.
He had felt Hermione's leg move, and determined she had kicked Ron under the table after Ron winced and shot her a murderous look, which she returned.
After eating his fill, Draco pushed his plate away from himself.
"Hermione, why don't you go and show Draco the yard?"
"Are you sure?"
"Of course. You know how this lot is, they will be here all night eating"
Okay," Hermione said smiling.
She stood up, and Draco followed suit, nodding his head in appreciation towards Molly, who smiled brightly at him.
Hermione pushed open the kitchen door, and they made their way outside.
"She's a good cook," he stated.
"Probably one of the best," Hermione said smiling at him over her shoulder.
"Weasley really hates me being here."
"Well, he's not exactly fond of the whole idea, that's for sure.."
"Not fond? You saw the way he was looking at me across the table. Not to mention the twins as well."
"They won't do anything with Molly around. Trust me, those boys aren't afraid of anything but their mother. You'll be fine."
"If I die, I'm blaming you."
Hermione laughed. "You're not going to die."
Draco followed Hermione down a hidden path, which opened up to a meadow. He looked around appreciatively.
"This is where everyone comes to play Qudditch," Hermione said as he looked around.
"It's a nice spot."
"Yes it is. The Burrow is a lovely place to be."
"Wait, you said everyone comes here to play Quidditch. I didn't think you played?"
"I don't really. I mean, at least not very well. I'm not really the type of person who is into sports. I'd rather read about it all in books."
"Why am I not surprised?" Draco asked smirking.
Hermione shoved him playfully.
Draco quirked an eyebrow, and Hermione took off running. Hermione had been given quite a goods head start due to Draco's shock, but he closed the distance between them quickly, knocking her softly to the ground with him landing next to her.
"Hey!" Hermione exclaimed.
"What's wrong Granger?" Draco challenged.
"Nothing," Hermione said as she turned her head to look at him. She sat up on her knees, and looked at his shirt.
"Draco, what's on your shirt?" She asked suddenly.
He looked down, and before he could see what she was talking about she poked him in the nose and took off running again.
Draco smirked as she ran away giggling. He stood up and brushed himself off before running after her again. Once again he was able to catch up with her quickly thanks to his long legs. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and lifted her off of the ground. Hermione squealed and was giggling like crazy.
"Think you're funny do you?" Draco asked spinning her around.
She had the biggest smile on her face, her cheeks were flushed red, and her eyes were sparkling. Draco couldn't help but return her smile.
"You're the one who fell for it," Hermione stated.
"How was I supposed to know that you had ulterior motives?"
"Maybe you should be more prepared!"
Draco leaned down and kissed her. He pulled back and Hermione's eyes were wide.
"And maybe you should take your own advice," Draco said winking at her.
Hermione smiled, but stood up on her tiptoes and planted a gentle kiss on his lips. He was surprised when he felt her arms wrap around the back of his head. He then felt her deepen the kiss, sliding her tongue into his mouth, which he responded to eagerly. He wrapped his arms tighter around her, drawing her body closer to his. They stood there snogging until Hermione broke apart to catch her breath.
He leaned his forehead against hers as they both took the time to catch their breath.
"Granger, can I ask you something."
Hermione looked up at his serious tone.
"Sure."
"What did you mean when you said that you had given your heart to someone else?"
He watched as her face flushed.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said, refusing to meet his eyes.
"Really? Because the blush on your cheeks and your lack of eye contact says otherwise."
Hermione looked up at him and bit her lip.
He bent down and kissed her. "You're biting your lip Granger."
"Sorry!" Hermione squeaked.
"Now, tell me what you meant?" Draco asked softly.
"I..I meant-"
"Hermione? Are you out there?"
Hermione jumped back from Draco and looked towards the opening in the meadow where the voice had come from.
Ron appeared seconds later, followed by Harry and Ginny.
"Oi! There you are!"
Hermione waited for them all to make their way over towards her and Draco.
"We were worried when we didn't see you out in the lawn. Ginny was the one who said to look here."
"I'm fine Ron. Your mom told me to give him a tour, so that's what I've been doing."
Ron eyed Draco up and down, and then turned his attention back to Hermione.
"I told him you'd be fine, but Ron insisted on coming to look for you," Ginny said rolling her eyes.
"Sorry I don't trust her being left in this prats company unattended."
"And what exactly do you expect him to do Ron? Kidnap her? Not exactly the brightest plan considering we would all know who was behind it," Ginny snapped.
Ron's ears turned bright red.
"I just wanted to make sure you were okay," Ron said ignoring his sister.
"I'm okay."
Ron looked around awkwardly.
"Well, I guess we mine as well head back to the Burrow," Hermione stated.
Draco shrugged. He was annoyed at Ron's immaculate timing. There was no way she could have gotten out of answering him, as it had just been the two of them there and she knew she couldn't just run away. But of course the jealous git had to come looking for her and ruin the moment.
He saw Hermione let out a deep breath.
Ron's face perked up. "Yeah, we should head back. It's going to get dark soon, and you know mum and us being out after dark."
Draco snorted.
Ron glared in his direction.
They all headed back towards the Burrow, Draco following behind. He watched as the four of them chatted amongst each other, laughing and smiling. He had always known that they were all close, but seeing it up close was a whole different story. He felt awkward and out of place amongst them all. He was the odd man out, the outcast.
Hermione looked over her shoulder at him and sent him a sweet smile.
Well, he wasn't exactly an outcast per say, but he was unwelcome in their little clique whenever Harry and Ron were around. Hermione and Ginny were both nice enough to him, which he found surprising. Hermione was one thing, but for the Weaselette to accept him and be on friendly terms with him was something that he had not expected in the slightest.
When they got back to the Burrow, Draco had decided to see himself to his room. He didn't want Hermione to feel as though she was responsible to keep him company. He climbed the stairs, heading to his room and stopped when he heard her call out for him.
"Malfoy, where are you going?"
Draco turned and saw all eyes on him.
"I'm tired, I think I'm going to get some sleep."
"Oh. Okay," Hermione said.
Did he detect disappointment in her voice?
"You know your way Malfoy? Or do you need Hermione to show you your room?" Ginny asked, her eyes shinning mischievously.
Draco hid the smirk that wanted to make its way onto his face. Sneaky little redhead.
"I think I can find my way."
"Of course he can, he's not an infant," Ron snapped.
Hermione let out a deep breath, and then looked up at Draco.
"Well, goodnight then."
Draco nodded and continued up the staircase. He let the smirk that he had been hiding appear on his face now. Who knew how conniving the youngest Weasley was?
"What are you smirking about Malfoy?"
Draco looked up as Fred and George stepped out of the shadows.
"Nothing."
"I think he's lying, don't you Fred?"
"You know what George, I think you're right."
"Does he find our house amusing, do you think?"
"Well, it must not even compare to the house that his rich pureblood family lives in now can it George?"
Draco stood there watching the two exchange comments back and forth. He could easily shove past the two and make it to his room, but he didn't see a point. It would just cause more problems than necessary, so he thought it best to just stand there and wait for the twins to finish whatever rant they were on.
"What do you think Malfoy?"
"About what?" Draco asked. He had stopped listening to them and had no idea as to what they were referring to.
"Oh look, he wasn't even listening to us Fred. I guess he thinks he's too good for us."
Draco rolled his eyes.
"If you two are done, I would like to go to my room."
"Oh, are we in your way?" George asked innocently.
"Well apologies Malfoy, we don't want to keep you from your beauty sleep," Fred said smirking.
The twins stepped aside, and Draco walked past them. He opened the door to his room and stepped inside, and felt cold liquid splash onto his head and down his body.
Fred and George cackled with laughter behind him.
He looked up and spotted a pail above the door, which had tipped over and spilled water all over him. He turned around and watched the twins retreating figures as they headed down the stairs, their laughter going with them. Draco shut the door and walked farther into the room. He stripped off his soaking wet t-shirt, and threw it on the floor. He was about to undo his pants when he heard a knock on his door. He walked swung open the door and found Hermione standing there.
"Are you okay?" Hermione asked suddenly.
"What?" Draco asked confused.
"Fred and George came down the stairs laughing and I just knew that it had something to do with you. And sometimes the twins go a little overboard with their pranks, so I wanted to make sure that you're okay."
"I'm fine."
Hermione took in his appearance. She looked at his chest, which was toned and staring her straight in the face. She saw that his skin was glistening and that his pants were wet. She raised an eyebrow, and looked back up at his face.
"So, I'm assuming you're wet because of something the twins did?"
Draco shrugged.
"Just a little bit of water."
Hermione laughed.
Draco quirked an eyebrow. "Find it funny?"
"A little," Hermione said.
Draco grabbed his wand out of his pocket, and stuck the top of it out of his pants, without Hermione seeing. He straightened the bucket and filled it with water by saying "Aguamenti" non-verbally.
"Well, since you're here, why don't you come on in," Draco said as he backed up into the room, inviting her in.
Hermione looked behind her, and then stepped inside.
Draco waved his hand, and the bucket tipped over and spilled water all over Hermione, who shrieked.
"Draco!"
Hermione looked up at him, her clothes soaked.
Draco smirked.
"Not so funny now is it?"
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him.
Draco crossed his arms across his chest triumphantly.
Hermione couldn't help but laugh at the goofy look of victory on Draco's face.
Draco smiled back at her.
"Ass."
"Did you just curse at me Granger?"
"I think I did."
"Well, that is not going to do now is it?" Draco asked seductively as he took a step towards her.
Hermione's eyes widened. She took a step back, and found herself pressed up against the door that she didn't remember closing.
Draco smirked at her as he closed the distance between them in a few long strides, and before Hermione knew it, she felt his body pressed up against hers.
Draco felt Hermione's body shiver. He looked down at her and felt his body tense as he took in her appearance. Since she was soaking wet, her clothes were hugging her body tightly, leaving little to the imagination. Draco felt his member stiffen further as he saw her nipples through her shirt. Without thinking, he pressed himself against her and his lips crashed onto hers hungrily. He pulled back and attacked her neck, trailing his tongue along it, nipping and sucking on her neck. Hermione moaned and arched her back, pressing her wet shirt closer to him. He slid his hands under her shirt running his hands over her stomach and up her chest. He cupped her breasts in his hands and she moaned. He pulled back and lifted her shirt above her head, leaving her standing there in a white bra. He unclasped it quickly and took one of her perky nipples into his mouth and felt her shudder.
"Draco," she moaned.
He felt his member twitch upon hearing her moan his name in pleasure.
He kept up his attack on her breasts, making sure to attend to both equally before pulling back and crashing his lips on hers again. He let out a startled gasp as he felt Hermione's hand cup him through his pants. His pushed himself closer against her hand, which started massaging him tenderly. He leaned his forehead against hers and let out a soft moan. He was putty in her hands, and her skin wasn't even making contact with him yet.
He felt her hands shakily undo his pants, and he felt them drop around his ankles, his boxers in tow. Before he knew what was happening, Hermione was down on her knees and he felt her warm mouth around him. His eyes widened as he let out a hiss of pleasure, and threw his hands up against the door to hold himself up.
He felt her take him deeper into her mouth.
"Fuck Granger," he hissed.
She picked up her pace and Draco moaned as she maintained a rhythm. He could feel himself coming undone. If he didn't stop her he was going to finish.
"Granger stop, I'm getting close."
Instead of listening, she continued. Draco felt his knees weaken. What was she doing?! Didn't she know how close he was?
Hermione must have anticipated his pulling away, because he felt her hands cup his ass and hold him in place. He closed his eyes as he felt himself building up to his release. She took him deeper, and Draco moaned as he exploded inside of her.
Hermione felt his body shudder as she felt his warm liquid explode into her mouth and down her throat. She stroked him with her mouth and tongue a few more times before pulling away from him.
Draco was still holding himself upright with his use of his hands against the door, and Hermione stood up.
He was breathing heavily, his eyes still closed, his head hung.
He opened his eyes and looked at her.
Hermione blushed and looked down.
He removed his hands from the door and placed one hand gently under her chin and made her look at him.
"That was… amazing."
Hermione's face flushed. "Really?"
"Really Granger," he said before giving her a kiss.
He pulled back and smiled down at her.
"I think I should head back down, they're probably looking for me. And knowing Ron he is going to come storming through this door any minute," Hermione said as she grabbed her bra and slid it back on, followed by her shirt.
"Are you sure?" Draco asked.
Hermione laughed.
"Not really."
She heard someone clomping up the stairs and looked at Draco, her eyes wide.
He looked down at himself and realized he was standing there completely naked. The grabbed his pants from around his ankles and slid them up quickly just as a loud knock sounded at the door.
Draco turned around and headed over to his desk, busying himself.
Hermione opened the door and found Ron standing there.
"What's taking you so long?"
"We were just talking."
"Why?"
"Jesus Christ Weasley, what are you her babysitter?" Draco snapped, annoyed.
Hermione was shocked at Draco's outburst.
"None of your damn business Malfoy," Ron snapped back.
"It is my business when you're continuously annoying the fuck out of me. I am not going to do anything to hurt her, so you can stop checking up on her every single time she is with me."
"You think I believe a word that comes out of your mouth Malfoy? Your fathers a bloody Death Eater, and there is no doubt in my mind that you are following his example!"
Draco snorted. "If I was following in his example do you honestly think I would be staying here for my two weeks vacation? Give your head a shake Weasley."
"If it was a part of some master plan you would! Just so you can earn more credit with Voldemort!"
"You sure do have a wicked imagination Weasley."
Ron whipped out his wand and aimed it at Draco.
"Don't think I won't do it Malfoy!" Ron hissed.
"Ron! Stop it!" Hermione shouted.
Ron shoved past her and advanced into the room.
"Give me one good reason Malfoy. One reason why I shouldn't hex your bloody head off."
"RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY!" Molly snapped as she came into the bedroom followed by Harry, Ginny, Fred, George and Arthur, her hair askew and her face red.
"He's a bloody Death Eater mum! He should not be staying in our house!" Ron snapped.
Draco threw out his left arm for everyone to look at.
"Do you see a bloody mark there Weasley?" Draco asked angrily.
"Lower your wand right now Ronald," Molly stated dangerously.
"Why isn't he wearing a shirt?" Arthur questioned.
Draco looked at the twins who were giving him a look, and then to Arthur as he said, "I spilled something on it and was changing."
Hermione quirked an eyebrow, but said nothing.
"Well why is both yours and Hermione's clothes wet?" Arthur asked.
Draco looked at Hermione, whose clothes were still sopping wet and then realized that his pants too were still wet.
Draco shrugged and said, "You caught us. We had a water fight."
"Hermione?" Arthur said looking at her.
"We were," she stated.
Hermione saw Ginny look up and spot the bucket that was still hanging above the door, and watched as she narrowed her eyes and looked over at Fred and George who had also seen her spot the bucket, but were smiling at her innocently. Fred used his wand to make the bucket disappear before anyone else noticed its presence.
"Ron, lower your wand," Arthur stated, seconding his wife's command.
"Just because you don't have the mark does not mean you're not one of them," Ron stated as he lowered his wand.
"You can believe what you want, but as you can see I don't bear their mark, meaning that I am not one of them."
"I DON'T BELIEVE YOU!" Ron snapped.
"RONALD!"
Ron's ears turned red.
"That is enough out of you young man. Dumbledore trusts him enough to let him stay here in our house, and that is good enough for me. If you have a problem with his being here, then you can go and speak with Dumbledore directly and make him aware of your concerns. Until then, I do not want to hear another word come out of your mouth in regards to our houseguest. If you cannot deal with that, then I will send you elsewhere to finish the remainder of your break. Do I make myself clear?" Molly asked as she stalked towards him, her finger pointed.
Ron lowered his head and mumbled, "Yes ma'am."
"What was that?" Molly questioned.
"Yes ma'am," Ron stated, louder this time.
"Good. Now, I think that's enough for the night. All of you, to bed!"
Everyone trailed out of the room, leaving Hermione and Molly as the two last people to leave.
"Are you okay dear?" Molly asked him.
"I'm fine."
"I am truly sorry about my son. He has inherited quite a temper."
Draco shrugged.
"Well, I do hope the remainder of your stay is better."
"I am sure it will be, especially if you keep cooking the way you are," Draco stated.
He saw Hermione send him a huge smile of approval.
Draco saw Molly's face flush as she looked down at the floor. "Oh hush!"
"Well anyways, I'm going to go and make sure those boys have all headed to their bedrooms. Goodnight," Molly said as she left the room.
As she passed by Hermione Molly whispered, "Keep your eye on him for his own sake."
Hermione nodded as Mrs. Weasley scurried out of the room and headed towards the other bedrooms.
"And to think, this is only the first night of my being here," Draco stated.
Hermione let out a deep breath. "Well, we knew it was going to be difficult…"
"You can say that again."
"Well, I can always see if I can arrange something with Dumbledore to get us out of here for a day or two. Maybe go to my parents house," Hermione suggested. "I would really love to be able to see them at some point during the break. I've never been away from them for Christmas."
Hermione looked at Draco and then smacked her forehead.
"I am so sorry, I am being so insensitive, standing here worrying about seeing my family when you can't see yours. I am sorry that I've pulled you into this whole mess Draco."
"Hey, don't worry about it," Draco stated.
"I never should have allowed Dumbledore to make you come here."
"Granger, seriously. It's not that big of a deal. It's not like I'm missing out on much back home anyways."
Hermione studied him a moment before letting out a deep breath. "Well anyways, I am sorry for everything that you're being put through here. Regardless of what you say it is my fault because that's the reason you've been dragged here. But, I think I'm going to head up to bed. I've had enough excitement for one day."
"Are you going to be okay in here?" Hermione asked.
"Granger, I'll be fine. Stop worrying so much and go get some sleep."
"Okay. Well, if you need anything I'm sharing a room with Ginny. We're at the very end of the hallway on the right."
"Okay."
"Goodnight Malfoy," Hermione said as she turned around and headed into the hallway.
"Goodnight Granger," Draco responded as he shut his bedroom door behind her.
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