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Verto Vitae	By : RynStar15 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 40710 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hermione couldn't concentrate during her classes, but she figured it was in her character to daze off into space. Indeed, no one mentioned anything and Pansy slipped her a copy of the Charms notes she had taken. McGonagall snapped at her once during Transfiguration and she had to fight to keep from going bright red and slinking down into her seat in shame. Instead she kept a pompous look on her face and continued to stare at a burn mark in the wall and wallow in her troubles.
What in the world was she thinking, asking Malfoy to…deflower her? She supposed she was simply picking the lesser of two evils- besides the fact that he was the only one who could know that she was a virgin. But how could one night make up for what she figured was Valouris' years of experience? What would Blaise expect? Would she be able to pull it off?
Who was she kidding? She was the prudest person she knew! She wouldn't even let Ron put his tongue in her mouth. It was completely disgusting! It wasn't that she found sex abhorrent it was just…well…alright, yes, the act seemed rather brutish and unsanitary in her opinion. She was sure she'd feel different once she'd fallen in love, but she certainly didn't see that happening any time soon…
She just had to remind herself that their future resided on her acting this role. When she finished her mission, they could go back home and rest easy knowing that she had done her part. They would take down Voldemort and all this would be in the past. Besides, it wasn't like sleeping with Blaise was the biggest of their worries right now. What if-
"Miss Malfoy, if you please?"
Her head snapped up and she realized that Professor Vector had asked her to complete the final sequence of the Chaldean Method. Having not paid attention in the least bit to the lesson she was at a complete loss, but she thought back to the studying she had done a few nights before on the method when they had been warned it was coming up.
"I believe you are looking for 1-Y."
The stern teacher stared her down for a moment.
"And could you please tell me the difference between The Aggripan Method and this one?"
"The Aggripan Method deals with the number 9 whereas the Chaldean Method only goes to 8 and the Chaldean Method is also partially based on the Hebrew alphabet."
Eyes like a hawk, her professor stared her down harshly. Hermione wondered why for a moment, she knew that was right, until she realized that she was not Hermione. Would Valouris know that?
"Well done, Miss Malfoy. It seems you've read ahead for once. Now, back to the table."
Hermione snuck a sideways glance at Malfoy who was sitting next to Ernie MacMillan. She could see his tense shoulders ease when the Professor began again and he chanced a look her way. She mouthed "sorry" and he gave her the tiniest fraction of a nod. They were fine. Until she noticed Daphne looking at her in awe. Hermione gave her a scathing glare and she went back to her notes.
Deep breaths, she reminded herself. No one is going to think anything of Valouris getting one single thing right. This is only your first day, keep on task!
After her reprimand, the rest of the day ran by somewhat smoothly. She realized quickly that if she just allowed Pansy to lead her through the motions, she would get by.
At dinner, she had to fight not to laugh out loud at the look on Malfoy's face when Ron motioned to a spot next to him. Hermione's heart ached at seeing him and Harry, both the same, both laughing at something Dean had said. It saddened her that it seemed they didn't miss her at all. She missed her Gryffindors terribly.
Of course they don't miss you, you swot. They don't even know you exist!
"Val!"
She snapped back to the present where Pansy was trying to get her attention. "Are you alright?"
"Yes, yes I'm fine," she answered quickly, turning back to her meager meal.
"You seem a bit off today. I've told you before, you can't just gulp that potion. Drink it a little slower tonight, alright?"
Hermione nodded and turned her attention back to the conversation. Her neck crawled when Blaise straddled the seat next to her and put a hand on her lower back possessively.
"Good evening, mon cher," he drawled, kissing her neck. She nearly cringed when he nuzzled her shoulder. "You've hardly said a word to me all day."
That's because I've been purposely avoiding you. "I didn't sleep well last night."
"She drank her potion too quickly last night," Pansy explained, shoving a forkful of mashed potatoes into her wide mouth.
Blaise looked at Hermione as if he were reprimanding a small child. "Val, is that true?"
"I don't like the taste," she complained truthfully. Malfoy complained a lot, she figured it ran in the family. Blaise rounded on Pansy angrily.
"Pans, did you forget to put in the Firewhiskey?"
"No, I put it in there! Didn't I, Val?"
She nodded but Blaise still glared at Pansy sternly. "Put more in tonight. Her father said it wouldn't hurt the potion at all."
Lucius Malfoy knew about the potion? What in Merlin's name were they up to?
"There, my pet. All settled. You won't even be able to taste it," he said, kissing the corner of her mouth, making her wince. "Now, what do you say you and I go make use of the Room of Requirement?"
Her stomach lurched and she scrambled for an excuse. "Not tonight, Blaise, Slughorn has me doing remedial potions."
"This have anything to do with that potion you blew up last week?" he asked with a chuckle and Hermione nearly slumped in relief. Thank Merlin for small mercies!
"Yes."
He sighed heavily. "I guess I'll have to settle for a kiss, then?"
Damn! Damn, damn, damn, damn! With everyone watching there was no way out of it. He cupped her chin and his soft lips met hers. She turned to stone and coached herself to relax; this was an everyday occurance for Valouris.
"Mmm, playing hard to get, are we?" Blaise chuckled, a sound which made her stomach lurch. "Alright then."
He swooped in again, holding the back of her head while his teeth nibbled her bottom lip. She held her breath and tried to kiss him back. When he slipped his tongue into her mouth she groaned in disgust and froze. Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit!
"You like that, kitten?" He didn't seem bothered by the noise at all. In fact, he seemed pleased.
"Don't call me kitten," she snapped without thought. Damn it! Stop your tongue!
But he just chuckled again. "You're right, there is nothing kitten-like about you. Too fucking sexy for a word like that. In fact, there are no words for you at all."
He started back in but she turned away to grab her bag. "Well, now, aren't you the charmer? But I really do need to get started on homework before I have to go to Slughorn."
He kissed her neck again, biting slightly and making her shiver. "Until Saturday, then."
He stood and with him, Nott, Crabbe, and Goyle, his loyal puppies following him out of the hall. The girls didn't squeal this time but neither did they give her any odd looks so Hermione figured she'd pulled everything off smoothly enough. Which was a relief as her stomach was in knots.
She rose with as much dignity as she could muster, hurried to her new dormitory, and sealed herself inside her bed in hopes for some peace and quiet.
Hermione fell exhaustedly against the pillows as soon as the curtains were drawn. She hadn't gotten any sleep the night before, she'd spent all night going through Valouris' things trying to get a grasp on the girl, but nothing showed for her effort. There were no stacks of correspondents with Lucius or hidden Death Eater items. Just make-up and dress robes and expensive perfume, sickening love notes from Blaise, and trinkets she was sure he had bestowed upon her. Also, a list of boy's names from around the school on a scratch piece of parchment which had made her cringe in disgust. At least she kept track of her encounters.
She'd also read every essay Valouris had kept, whether by accident or not, so she could mimic her writing style. Using the girl's loopy scrawl, Hermione started in on Professor Vector's homework. Valouris was a bright witch, but she had the snotty attitude that came with being a Malfoy, an air of "I'm too good to do this common work."
Amazing. Just like Malfoy.
Malfoy. Crap! She was supposed to meet him at nine! Glancing at the floating clock beside her she realized that she was three minutes late. She dove off the bed and re-sealed it before hurrying down the stairs, attempting to look haughty in her haste. How did Malfoy act like this all the time? It was exhausting!
Remembering that she no longer had her Head Girl badge to save face for being out in the halls this late, she was careful, despite her tardiness, so that she did not run into a stern Professor McGonagall or Filch.
Skirting Peeves who was blowing out the torches lighting the hallway, she slipped into the unused classroom she and Malfoy had designated as their meeting place. She had no sooner opened the door when he growled "You're late."
"I lost track of time," she huffed, shutting the door and placing a quick Locking, Silencing, and Intruder Charm. Moody had taught them the last one two months ago after this plan had come into fruition and it was now simply a ritual that the last person to enter the room cast the spells. Needless to say, Malfoy had become quite good at them.
Hermione turned to Malfoy who was balancing a cauldron above the Blue Bell flames and quickly dug the thick tome out of her "ugly" satchel. Atrum quod Ignotus. She fingered the worn gold words and flipped through the musty pages until landing on the one they needed. She set it down gently next to the cauldron; this book was worth more than their lives.
"Want to start now? Or should we talk first?" Malfoy asked, adjusting the flames.
"No, no, let's start. We can talk after we add the Boomslang skin," she answered hastily, delaying the inevitable. She knew he knew what she was doing, but she didn't care. She needed more time to think.
They worked quietly as they had for the past month. The last potion was difficult and time consuming, the counter-potion was downright alarming. Any wrong move could not only screw up everything they had worked for, it could take the whole school down with them. They had to be perfect.
The silence, usually productive and comforting to Hermione, was killing her. She could practically feel him breathing. The conversation of earlier weighed heavily between them as she chopped knotgrass into three-centimeter bits. She worried over what he must think of her and whether she was really able to pull this scheme off now that the bar had been raised.
You can't think about it, Hermione scolded. You just have to do it. Everything is riding on this, Harry is counting on you, the Order is counting on you. Having sex with Blaise Zabini will be nothing compared to what you're throwing yourself into.
She took up the stirring as Malfoy sliced the Boomslang with skilled precision. Three stirs counter-clock wise, half-stir clockwise. Three stirs counter-clockwise, quarter-stir clockwise, stop. Wait four seconds, three stirs counter-clockwise... She kept the mantra in her head until she nodded to Malfoy to add the Boomslang, counting her stirs as he nudged her gently aside to drop it in. The small contact had her heart bounding and when he slammed down the lid she set the timer to one hour, twenty-six minutes, and four seconds, she slumped gratefully into the nearest chair. She looked up at Malfoy who was leaning against the table as if he hadn't a care in the world. She envied his cool.
"You can't flinch when he kisses you," he stated suddenly, making her flinch then wince at her reaction.
"It was noticeable?"
"Longbottom would have noticed it if he hadn't been shoving his rotund face with the nearest roll."
"I'm sorry," she sighed, twisting her finger once more. "I'm just not used to this sort of thing."
"You need to relax, Granger," he said nonchalantly, crossing his arms and legs. Hermione snorted derisively.
"Yes, alright, I'll relax when I forget that the future of our world may rest upon my performance in Zabini's bed."
He grinned then. "I highly doubt you'll make it to his bed at all."
"Malfoy, please," she begged, looking up at his amused face. "Don't make this a joke."
"There's your first problem, Granger," he insisted. "Loosen up! If you really think about it, this is a completely ridiculous situation. A good laugh or two might make things easier."
"Oh, ha, ha, I find losing my virginity in order to complete a mission so humorous."
"Your second problem," he continued, pushing off the table and moving to a chair next to hers. He scooted the chair so close to hers that their arms brushed when he sat and she started.
"Is that," he finished.
"What?"
"Would you relax? We've been working together for months now; I think you should know that I'm not going to hex you."
Glaring over at him, Hermione realized he was right. She should trust him by now. She did trust him, it was just…he was so close and… Alright, loosen up. You can do this.
She tried to heed his advice, really, but his mere presence had her on edge.
"Take a deep breath," he suggested. She stared at him quizzically. Since when had Draco Malfoy been so…nice? She regarded him warily but did as he said, closing her eyes. She tried to focus on the centering factor her mum's yoga lessons had stressed so intensely.
She failed.
"It's no use," she huffed, dropping her head into her hands. All that came to mind was Blaise Zabini rutting against her like some sweaty pig and how much it would hurt. How long did encounters typically take? What if she got too nervous and ran? What if she sneezed while he was kissing her? Would he want her to put her mouth on his…thing?
So absorbed was she in her mental wanderings, she never even noticed Malfoy had left his seat until his hands were on her shoulders. She nearly jumped out of her skin but he just chuckled.
"Relax."
She tried to, really. She focused solely on her breathing and when his hands started to massage her tense shoulders she began to melt into them. It felt so exquisite; she couldn't remember the last time someone had given her a massage. In fact, she didn't think anyone ever had.
Malfoy lifted her heavy hair and twisted it onto her right shoulder so his thumbs could find the knots in her neck. She moaned softly in sheer bliss and when his lips pressed against that spot right below her ear she nearly whimpered before her eyes flew open in shock. Those lips trailed her hairline and shivers erupted on her skin. In the back of her mind she knew that they shouldn't be doing this…but it felt so good. His hands kneaded her shoulders and moved to the uptight muscles above her breasts.
"Wha-what are you doing?" she breathed, realizing that she was swaying slightly with the movement of his hands. Good Merlin, those hands…
"Don't think about it," he whispered, taking her earlobe into his hot mouth and sucking on it, making her gasp. Her nether-regions clenched in approval. "Just feel. Just react."
So, for the first time in her life, she let her feelings take her over as a warm tingle spread throughout her body, pooling low in her belly.
"Malfoy," she whispered, her eyes closing as his fingertips trailed down her arms and back up as his lips traveled lazily down her neck, nipping at her nape. She couldn't explain the sensations rampaging through her body, all she knew was that there was a longing that only he could fill...
Realization hit her like a ton of bricks.
She shot to her feet faster than if someone had hurled a Stinging Hex at her and rounded on him. "Malfoy, you don't have to do this," she said hurriedly, her voice quaking. "I spoke earlier out of desperation. This isn't your problem; I won't force you to do anything you'd object to-"
"Does it look like you're forcing me?" he drawled, side-stepping the chair and advancing on her until she was backed into the table. She gave a fleeting glance at the potion sitting not a meter away until his hands slammed down onto the table on either side of her and she forgot all about the potion. He was so close she could feel his breath whisper across her face. Her body had never felt so sensitive.
"We're in this together, Granger, for good or for bad. I don't forget what you're risking for me." She shivered again at his low, husky tone, that warmth washing over her once more. But she shook her head and gathered her wits which seemed to have fled at his touch.
"If you're doing this out of some misplaced sense of obligation then-"
"Damn it, Granger!" he thundered, his silver eyes flashing. "I'm not doing this because I feel obligated. I'm doing this because I want to. My obligation is just a reason it's happening now and not later."
With that, his lips crashed down upon hers, his confession ringing in her ears. Hermione was fully unprepared for the onslaught of emotions which ripped through her at this sudden shift in their relationship. Her heart hammered in her throat and her knees went limp at the delicious feeling of Malfoy's lips upon hers. An arm circled her waist, holding her up, which was a good thing for she didn't think her legs would support her any longer. His soft, warm mouth plied hers apart, coaxing her into responding, which she did so gladly. His fingers were massaging her lower back while his other hand lost itself in her curls. His words consumed her as much as his kisses which were getting more ardent, more persuasive. She couldn't catch her breath and when his tongue made its way through her parted lips to caress hers she moaned, and this time not in disgust.
It felt right, so right, to have him kissing her like this, to feel these things. She'd spent too many nights in his presence not to notice that he had grown, that he had changed. Gone was the annoying little prat with the slicked back hair and the look as if there was constantly dung under his nose. In its place stood a hardened man whose harsh life was evident in his smoldering eyes and athletic body. She'd watched the way he moved, like a panther ready to strike with effortless grace. He never hurried but took in all pieces and deliberated, unlike she who took everything at once until she was frazzled and worn. He was sleek, beautiful, quietly intelligent. He hid his pain behind sarcasm and was the hardest worker the Order had.
And he was kissing her with more passion than she could have ever imagined.
Malfoy pressed her further against the table, her body bowing back, arching into his. She couldn't get close enough, couldn't get that contact she so desperately needed. He lifted her suddenly and placed her on the edge of the table, sidling his way between her legs where he rubbed his rather large erection against her core. She gasped in surprise and arousal while he continued his assault on her mouth. On a whim, she wrapped her legs around his hips pressing him harder against that burning ache. He groaned.
"Fuck, Granger," he growled against her lips before trailing those kisses down her throat, burning a line of fire onto her skin. The hand that had been on her back made its way down her hip to her bare thigh where he squeezed and pulled her harder against his stiff cock, undulating against her and making her whimper.
Hermione's entire body was on fire, every touch seemed to burn and she was soon crazy with a need she'd never felt before. His fingers found her knickers on the underside of her bum and toyed with the hem. She suddenly wanted his fingers elsewhere, the idea making her hot with desire and slight mortification at the wanton thought. But as his lips took hers again and he began pulling on her jumper she forgot her embarrassment, caught up in a moment of crazed need.
Her grey cashmere hit the floor and his lithe fingers went to the buttons of her white Oxford. Her own hands began an exploration of his covered chest and she wondered what his skin would feel like against her own.
She had to feel him. So she tugged his own shirttails from the waistband of his trousers until she could slip her small hands beneath it. He was smooth, so soft, with hard muscles that made her weak. She ran her hands up his strong back and sides, so intent on her survey that she didn't realize he had already undone the front clasp on her bra until his hands were on her bare breasts. She gasped at the sensation while he groaned and she tried to pull away, utterly mortified. She knew she was small and she didn't want him to reject her because of it. But he pulled away just enough to look down at her, pushing aside the material of her bra and shirt so that she was exposed entirely, her hands grasping the edge of the table to hold herself up. His lips were slightly parted and he was panting softly, his eyes drinking in the sight before him.
"Gods, you're beautiful," he muttered, his hands cupping her dainty mounds once more, those eyes roving back to hers. He captured her mouth again with vigor while one hand snuck its way between them to rub against her aching center. She shuddered and rocked against him as shards of heat ripped through her at the contact. He nibbled on her lower lip and her breath became ragged, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as he caressed her outside her knickers. Oh, how she wanted those fingers beneath them.
He pressed her back until she was lying against the table. He grinned above her as if he could read her thoughts and stood, hooking his fingers on the band of her knickers and pulling them down her legs and off. She quickly smoothed down her skirt to cover up, her heart pounding in her throat, but he moved her hands away gently.
"I want to see all of you," he breathed, his eyes imploring. Swallowing hard, Hermione realized she could deny him nothing right at this moment and nodded. She blushed as he lifted her skirt until it bunched around her hips then spread her thighs so that she was completely bare for him to see. She'd never been this naked in front of another human being since she had learned to dress herself, but the look on Malfoy's face eased her anxiety.
"So perfect," he murmured, his hands rubbing her thighs slowly, the pads of his thumbs making circles towards her core until she was quaking with need.
"Malfoy," she whispered. He looked up at her then, locking eyes, and she felt closer to his soul than anyone else had ever been. A corner of his mouth lifted- and then he disappeared. She sat up to see if he had fallen, but when his tongue brushed her slit she almost screamed. Horrified, she made to push him away but he simply caught her hand in his, entwining her fingers and continuing his course. A moan broke from her as that daring tongue met that sensitive bundle of nerves which had been burning since the first time he'd touched her. When she made no more effort to stop him, his hands came to her ankles and he propped her heels on the table, opening her even more to his advances, ignoring her weak protests that even she didn't believe. Her fingernails captured the table, digging in as he continued to lick, kiss and suck at her. A groan escaped her lips before she could stop it and she had to fight to keep her hips still, her eyes from closing.
"Don't think," he reminded her, his breath ghosting over her center. His command wasn't a difficult one to follow, it was so hard to think of anything other than what he was doing to her, especially when one long finger met her opening, circling it before plunging in. She cried out, her hips whipping off the table, her head snapping back. He pumped her slowly, in, out, in, out, until she wanted to die, his tongue never slowing against her hood. She couldn't stay still, couldn't keep quiet, and when another finger joined the first, hooking up, she felt that ball of need choking her.
"Let it go, Hermione," he instructed, standing and taking her lips with his once more while she grabbed at him desperately. His fingers quickened their pace, pounding into her as that ball rose up, swelling inside her until it broke, taking her with it, shattering her into a thousand pieces, light and sound snapping apart. She rode out the spasms, his fingers never stopping, lengthening her pleasure, his other arm holding her tight against him.
She came back to earth gasping, spent, her entire body tingling. He laid her back onto the table and she realized several things all at once: her hands were clenched in Malfoy's silky hair at the base of his neck, he was panting as if he'd just run a marathon, and she had just received her first orgasm from the man who had been her rival since her first day at Hogwarts.
"Don't," Malfoy gasped despondently. "Don't start that mind back up, not yet. Let me have you for a few more minutes."
Her mind reeled. What was he saying?
His fingers slid from her and he caught her up, holding her tightly as he kissed her again. He drugged her once more with those lips and she cupped his face, holding him still so she could give back what he had given her.
But then he pulled away, his hands coming to her wrists and prying her palms from his face. He stared at her for a long moment before swallowing, his Adam's apple bobbing.
"You should go," he said raggedly. She didn't ask why, she didn't tarry, suddenly all-too aware of the situation. Tugging the front of her robes shut she ran, grabbing her bag on the way, ripping the door open and tearing down the hall. Stumbling into the first classroom she found, she fell against a desk, gulping for air. Her knees gave out and she sank to the cold stone floor, her entire body trembling. Shaky fingers did up the front clasp of her bra and the buttons on her shirt. She'd left her sweater on the floor in the classroom, but she sure as hell wasn't going to go back for it. Thinking about her shameless behavior, she didn't think she could ever face Malfoy again.
It took several minutes before she was composed enough to stand and walk back to her dorm. Blaise summoned her over the moment she stepped into the common room and her heart sank, but as Pansy hurried to her with a mug in her hand she knew she couldn't avoid them. She took the mug and sat next to her boyfriend, endured the arm that came around her shoulders and the hour of mindless chatter that followed. Her head spinning from Firewhiskey and post-orgasmic bliss, Hermione sank onto her bed exhausted and confused as she'd ever been.
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XOXO
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