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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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Again, I�m so pleased with the response to the second chapter. I don�t want anyone to think that I�m going to hold this story �hostage� to get them, but I wanted you to know that your reviews certainly spur me on to finish chapters more quickly. So thanks!
Also, I should warn you that I�m not a person who plans everything in advance. I get an idea and I go with it; so, sometimes I don�t have answers to your questions right away. Also, I, personally, think it is a cop-out for me to answer your questions outside the story (unless it is confusion about something that I�ve already written, which is another kind of failure that I won�t punish you for by being reticent). So, if you have a question I will try to answer it in the story itself, hopefully in the next chapter if possible.
Last thing, I know I haven�t made it clear where the Lord Voldy situation is, but I�m getting to it. Promise. Have patience my pretties, all will be revealed in time. And now�

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The morning, while a little solemn after her breakfast epiphany, went along very smoothly compared to the day before. Excepting, of course, the missives Hermione received in the morning mail from Professors Snape and McGonagall about her detentions. There was a bit of awkwardness at lunch when Harry and Ron, in an unprecedented display of unfortunately ill-timed concerned observation, repeatedly asked her what was wrong when she kept staring at her plate. She tried to assure them that she was fine, but her lies were never very convincing. And yet she certainly couldn�t tell them the truth: that she was trying to avoid making eye contact with their worst enemy because she had slept with him (literally and figuratively) and didn�t see how further contact could bring anything but pain. She left for the library to escape their questioning having eaten almost nothing.

She knew there was only one place to go if she really wanted to avoid Malfoy: the Gryffindor common room. But she just couldn�t stomach the idea of so many people about at the moment. So when afternoon classes were over and she�d emerged from the sanctuary of the library, Hermione grabbed a roll and a few apples from dinner in the Great Hall, making her excuses about needing to finish a project she was working on.

She didn�t turn to see if he was watching her, but she didn�t need to. She could feel his eyes following her as she hurried out into the entrance hall and debated about where to go. The grounds were immense, but being near the end of October it was already cool out, and would only get colder as the evening wore on. Of course, she could visit Hagrid, but he was always so kind and cheerful; she rather felt like being morose at the moment. The Astronomy Tower, the Owlery, the Prefect�s bathroom, scores of unused classrooms: there were hundreds, thousands of places to go to be alone, but for some reason, Hermione could picture a scenario in which Malfoy could find her at each, assuming he looked for her of course, which he probably wouldn�t. But that wasn�t a risk she was willing to take. Perhaps the Room of Requirement�

She soon found herself staring at a blank stretch of wall in a quiet corridor on the seventh floor across from a tapestry of a wizard teaching trolls to dance ballet trying to figure out what exactly it was that she wanted. She was turning to make her third and final pass by the unseen door when she ran into something solid.

�M-Malfoy, what are you doing here? Shouldn�t you be at dinner?� Extremely disconcerted, Hermione brushed her bushy hair out of her eyes and tried to regain her composure.

�I could ask you the same thing. I think it is fairly obvious what I�m doing here.� Obvious? She frowned trying to puzzle out what he meant, at which he rolled his eyes. �I followed you Granger.�

�What? Why?�

�Important head business, of course.� She didn�t miss his tone or the waggling of his eyebrows on the word �head�, which immediately sent heat flaming across her cheeks.

�M-Malfoy, I��

She meant to tell him she couldn�t�deal with that, that they shouldn�t continue this odd flirtation, that it was unwise to spend time in each other�s company, that she refused to be a plaything, that she hadn�t forgotten who he was. But all those thoughts were silenced when he placed a finger on her lips and shushed her. Grabbing her hand, he tugged her down the hallway. She followed, trailing in his wake.

�Don�t argue with me, Granger. You know as well as I do that we need to take care of this�situation.�

Distracted from her melancholy, she nearly smiled at the undisguised mirth in his voice. It felt like her entire consciousness was divided into two warring factions, and the ensuing struggle took so much of her focus it was all she could do not to trip and fall on her face as Malfoy led her down corridor after corridor.

�You know you want to. And it looks like he wants to as well. Go for it! Before he changes his mind!�

�I refuse to let someone just use me for sex, let alone Malfoy!�

�It isn�t being used if you�re doing the same thing, if you want it.�

�Are you daft? What good will it do? It will just make it hurt more in the long run.�

�Bugger the long run!! And bugger you if you don�t go with him on this one. Don�t be a fool!�

�A fool? A fool?! It would be more than foolish to get involved with Draco Malfoy. Have you no sense of self-preservation at all?�

�What�s worth preserving if all you do is hide in your books all the time? Here he is, the most deliciously sexy boy in the castle practically gift wrapped for you, and you want to say NO? What�s wrong with you?�

�I don�t know. I don�t know! I�m so confused. I�m not supposed to want him!�

�Why not? He�s practically perfect!�

�Yeah, except for the fact that he�s a DEATH EATER and YOU are a FUCKING MUDBLOOD!�

��okay? Granger? Granger!� Her eyes popped open; she hadn�t realized they�d stopped moving. �Are you alright?�

�Oh, um, yes, fine. Never better.� Overkill: he looked at her incredulously.

�You�re a terrible liar, you know.�

Without waiting for a response, he pulled her through the now-open portrait and into their common room. Tugging her over to the couch, he pushed her lightly until she plopped down onto the soft cushions. He turned to the fireplace and pointed his wand at it incanting �Incendio� immediately creating a merry blaze crackling away in the grate. Plucking the highly polished box from its resting place on the mantel, he settled himself on the edge of the table in front of her and removed the lid, setting it on the table beside him. He looked up at her with a wicked grin, his enigmatic grey eyes sparkling mischievously before lowering his gaze to rummage around in the box.

�Let�s see, let�s see, what do we have here.�

His blonde hair gleamed in the flickering firelight like a curtain of silk spun from silvery moonbeams. He was so achingly beautiful it sometimes hurt just looking at him. And he seemed so excited; like a little boy on Christmas morning. She felt her heart quake in her chest and she knew; she knew that if they kept going with this�this thing, it would be tantamount to giving him the power to break her heart. She already cared about him far more than she should; she knew that too, because she was having a hard time justifying taking away something that was making the unfortunate boy so happy, even if he was responsible for making her so miserable in the past. The brawling sectors of her mind were so conflicted, torn between self-preservation and unselfish empathy tinted with unbridled lust, that she couldn�t take the strain any longer and burst into uncontrollable sobs.

�I...I c-can�t�M-Malfoy�you�I�� She was babbling and he was probably totally confused at her sudden tears, so she tried to pull it together, to explain herself. �We can�t do this.� Yes, very thorough.

�Why not?� That adorable look of puzzlement was gracing his usually stoic features and it made her cry harder. Trying desperately to control herself, she took a deep shuddering breath, and then another before responding.

�W-why�why do you� e-even�w-want me? Y-you h-h-hate me!� He started as if she�d physically hit him, a frown marring his beautiful face.

�I don�t hate you.� He paused, contemplating. �I�I don�t know. I just want you, that�s all.

His face betrayed his hesitancy and reluctance to answer by becoming blank once more. Hermione couldn�t help the shuddering huff of air that burst from between her lips in lieu of real laughter.

�Now who�s lying?�

He frowned once more, and she hugged her knees to her chest creating a barrier between them as he moved to sit next to her on the couch, leaving the box on the table.

�You said you remembered.� She was thrown by his topic change and the almost disappointed look on his face.

�I do. Most of it, anyway.� Was there something important she couldn�t remember; something that explained what he was doing here�with her?

�So what�s the problem?� She shook her head, unable to say it out loud. �I want to. And I know you want to also or you wouldn�t have reacted to me that way last night. Right?�

He looked anxious, vulnerable. It was the first time she�d ever seen such an expression on his face. And though she knew it would be best to deny it, to end this once and for all, Hermione couldn�t bring herself to lie to him when it seemed to matter so much. So, with an intense sense of foreboding, she nodded. And then he smiled. There was no trace of a smirk or a sneer evident on his face, just a joyous, excited smile. And it made her heart tremble once more.

�Good. So, no more of this �we can�t� business. We�re both of age, consenting adults, and we can do as we please. Ah ha!� With something akin to triumph, he pulled a chocolate from the box and showed it to her.

It was roughly the size and shape of a galleon, and unlike the other chocolates she�d eaten, it was wrapped in paper. Or at least it seemed to be paper. It was a wispy, pale grey color that shifted and undulated across the wrapping; and it had a vague indistinctness to it, the edges seeming to blur in her vision like a heavy autumn fog. She was so entranced by the amount of magic involved in just the paper that she didn�t resist when he reached for her hands. Manipulating her hands to hold the chocolate along with him, making sure they were both touching it, Malfoy unwrapped the confection and tossed the paper onto the table next to the box. Pulling her hands toward his mouth, he kept his eyes trained on her face as he bit off a portion of the chocolate. He let it melt on his tongue, and Hermione would have sworn that she saw clouds pass across his pupils. That part of her mind that was wary was screaming at her to get out while she still could, but when he brought the rest of the chocolate up to her mouth and pressed it against her lips, she opened them obediently and allowed him to place the sweet on her tongue.

Immediately, the same indistinct, fuzziness of the paper began to assimilate itself into her vision. The shapes of the furniture in the room became vague and hazy until the only thing she could see in focus was Malfoy sitting near her on a large, dark blob which could only be the couch. Her mind, too, began to cloud. She was sure there was some very good reasons against letting this happen, but she couldn�t precisely recall what they were. Each time she tried to focus her mind on one it slipped away. It wasn�t an altogether unpleasant feeling, but it was a bit disconcerting. When she turned her thoughts back to the boy beside her, however, her brain instantly cleared and all the reasons for wanting him in the first place came into sharp focus. Merlin�s fingers, he was gorgeous.

�There, now it�s just you and me. Feel better?� His long, lithe fingers slid down her cheek and the pleasant sensation overwhelmed her senses. Smiling blissfully, she nodded and lifted her hand to his forearm. �You�re so beautiful, Hermione.�

Sliding down onto the couch, she pulled him forward until he was on top of her, resting between her thighs. Running her hands across his face, through his hair, down his neck, across his shoulders, she tried to convey through her touch all the feelings her previously conflicted mind would never have allowed to surface.

�I like it that you want me. You are so amazing.� She brushed her lips against his, sighing in pleasure when he kissed her back.

�And I like it that you like it.� He laughed lightly and she couldn�t help but beam at how adorably silly he was.

Wrapping his arm tightly around her waist, he sat up, leaning back until he rested against the arm of the couch, bending his knees so that she slid forward onto his lap. They both moaned in delight when she settled onto his growing erection. Reaching up, he undid the clasps on her robe, and she shrugged out of it, draping it over the back of the hazy couch noting with amusement how it too became fuzzy when she let go of it. Turning back to him, she reciprocated the gesture, and he tugged his arms free of his robe, leaving it beneath him. His arms drew her down so he could place kisses on her throat, and she snuggled into his chest, breathing in his scent. She started when his shoes thumped to the floor, and following his lead, she leaned back to pull hers off as well.

His mercurial eyes were hot as he looked up at her, sending shivers down her spine as heat pooled between her thighs. Tentatively, she pressed her hips into his earning a low groan in the back of his throat. As if in a silent accord, they pulled loose their ties and began unbuttoning each other�s shirts as she began rocking her hips into him rhythmically. Gripping her torso, he pulled her forward, nipping at her breasts through the silky white material of her bra. She moaned, bracing herself against his chest, rubbing harder against his pelvis. Freeing her breasts from their confines, her bra pushed down over her ribs, he took one nipple in his hot mouth and sucked on it, swirling his tongue over the tightening pink bud between his lips. A high keening sound poured from her lips as he worshiped her breasts and the friction of grinding against him was quickly becoming unsatisfactory.

Averse to leaving her current position to remove clothing, Hermione slipped her hand between them and popped open the button and tugged down the pull on the zipper of his trousers. He moaned against her breast sending delicious vibrations right to her core when she slid her hand into his boxers and released his shaft. Raising herself on her knees slightly, she quickly shifted her knickers to one side and positioned his cock at her entrance. She whimpered delightedly as she sank down onto his turgid length.

�Oh, yes�feels so good,� she whispered, not really needing him to hear it.

�That�s right. Ride my cock, my little Gryffindor kitten.� She flexed her muscles experimentally drawing a groan from him. �So tight�Merlin, you�re going to kill me.� She laughed, picturing such a demise.

�But what a way to go, hmm?�

Her laughter was cut off by a gasp as he thrust upward just as she descended on him. Her head dropped back and she moaned repeating the word �yes� over and over as he whispered dirty encouragements to her while caressing her breasts. She felt her peak nearing, and her pace increased as she frantically drove herself toward the precipice. His hands dropped to her hips, guiding her movements, rolling her pelvis against him as they thrust together. She couldn�t control the keening cries coming from her mouth, knowing she�d probably bite her lip off if she tried. Her body tensed, and he took over, slamming into her until just the right twist of his hips sent her over the edge and she collapsed onto his chest as her orgasm ripped through her. She was just starting to come down from her high, slowly moving her hips on her own, when she felt him tense beneath her and bury himself in her tight pussy as he released, sending little aftershocks through her.

Both panting, she snuggled into his sweat-covered chest once more, her body practically humming in satisfaction. He kissed her forehead and she felt her heart stutter in her chest, just then realizing that the periphery of her vision was starting to very slowly come back into focus. Throwing an arm around her waist, he heaved them off the couch and set her on her feet. Backing toward his room, he drew her with him, kissing her lightly and finally divesting her of her clothing. A trail of shirts and socks, trousers, skirt and undergarments led from the couch to his door.

The ceiling over his shoulder was distinct and clear as he laid her on his bed, but she could still clearly see the cloudiness in his eyes as he climbed on top of her. Nonetheless, she was too far gone in pleasure for her worries to make any significant advance as he entered her a second time.

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Distracted by his excitement for another round of ecstasy with the �untouchable� Hermione Granger, Draco had been taken aback when she�d burst into tears. Certainly that was not the reaction he had desired. But when she�d claimed that he hated her it nearly knocked the wind out of him. Hated her? Did he hate her? What did hate feel like? He thought about his father; he wasn�t sure he hated him either, but he definitely thought less of him than he did of Granger. The Dark fucking Lord: he definitely hated that bastard, but he was pure unadulterated darkness, evil incarnate, so it was understandable. Then his mind lit on Pansy Parkinson. That stupid chit was probably as close to hate as he came for any regular person. And he undoubtedly did not feel like that about Granger.

The harder question to answer was why did she think that he did? He wasn�t sure he wanted to think about the answer to that. Naturally, when you�re raised to find someone inferior it is difficult to see them as anything else. And Draco knew that he hadn�t made life at Hogwart�s easy for Granger, by any means. But over the years, she�d forced his opinion of her to change, how could it not? She was brilliant, anyone could see that. And though she�d been awkward and a bit bucked-toothed at eleven, she had grown into one of the most elegant and lovely women he had ever seen. He had envied her intelligence at first, lashed out at her for her unexpected beauty later, and finally belittled her because of his frustrated lust. She�d made him question everything he ever thought he believed, and at times, it terrified him. All in all he�d painted quite a black picture of himself in her eyes, he realized.

But he didn�t want to think about that; about why he wanted her or the fact that he shouldn�t want her in the first place. If he looked for reasons it would be harder, scarier to be with her. He just wanted a chance to play out his fantasies with her, to show her how good he could make her feel, make her see that he wasn�t as evil as he looked, to be privy to a little of that kindness that followed her like sunshine wherever she went. But there was so much pressure surrounding them, so many forces pulling them both in opposite directions that he was afraid he wasn�t worth the effort to her, that she wouldn�t think him deserving of that chance. The expectations, the assumptions, the rules, the prejudices: they were maddening. He longed to strip that all away until they were just a boy and a girl, two beings taking pleasure in each other�s bodies.

And then he found it: a Forgetful Fog. He was banking on her reaction to the Heart of Fire that it would be him drawn into clarity and not her homework or something equally ridiculous. And then she smiled at him, one of those radiant carefree smiles he so envied and it took his breath away how beautiful she was.

And sexy, Merlin�s beard was she sexy. Never did he actually think that the pure, angelic Hermione Granger would be riding him like her life depended on it. His mind was still focused solely on the radiant brunette as he fell asleep next to her for the second night in a row.

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She smirked to herself as she made her way down to the dungeons. Boys, they were all the same. One �accidental� touch, one look, a few words and the idea was planted. All it would take would be a few shy smiles and the next time she got him alone he�d be putty in her hands. A few days and her plot would ripen like juicy peach full of poison. And then that useless fuck wouldn�t know what had hit him.

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A/N: I�m starting to plan events a few chapters ahead now, which is a good sign! Such loveliness from you readers is like pixie stix for my muse. I hope you know how vital you are! As always, let me know what you are thinking. I like it when you tell me. ::wink::

Thanks to Avanell, HarryGinny4eva, Anon, a-muse-ing, caseyjarryn, Lou Malfoy, katiekrm, Misskitty, lemonade8, lala (how�d ya like them lemons? :P ), abbeysmum, sevibaby, Sheep, bLondpierogi, and Niki. And also�
k_rm: I don�t have an lj connected to my writing (never needed one before). I try to keep updates on my author page here fairly current. I started at FF.net, but since they don�t allow �naughty� stories (and I don�t really like their format) I moved here. I�m contemplating putting this up on GrangerEnchanted, but we�ll see. So far, everything I�ve posted is here. Thanks for your interest in my work!
Gryffindor_Slytherin: Don�t worry, I�m not fond of clich� Pansy either. I�ve got plans, plans my friend. Have no fear.
Tj and Eppie: I�m exactly the same way. So I am ecstatic that two self-proclaimed non/seldom-reviewers were compelled to review! Thank you; I realize what an honor it is.
margaritama and kazfeist: Again, sorry about the confusion as to where we are in the war. I had to decide/find the right place to put it in without overloading on the exposition in one chapter. Next chapter, fingers crossed.
Dreamweaver: What a lovely review! You are so sweet. As for the combination factor of two chocolates, I�m hoping to explain the chocolates a bit better in an upcoming chapter; so you�ll just have to be patient.
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