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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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The rest of the day went by quickly, and before Hermione knew it, she was heading towards the Head Boy's room in order to start patrolling. She knew that Ron was probably a tad bit annoyed with her, as she had not showed up to the Gryffindor common room to hang out with him. In all honesty, she had lost a track of time. She had completed all of the reading and homework within a mere three hours, and the rest of the time she had found herself looking for answers based off of Draco's new abilities that he possessed. She was trying to pry and find as much information based off of wandless magic as she could, but she had yet to find something that described how Draco had acquired the powers that he did, or how something like that was even possible.
Not only did this intrigue her even more, as she was the type of girl that liked to know everything about anything, but it also scared her. She had always known that the Malfoy family was dangerous, everyone knew that. Everyone also knew that they were high in the rankings among Voldemort's followers, which is why a lot of people didn't mess with Draco, and tended to avoid him or do whatever it is he asked of them.
Hermione just happened to be one of the few who didn't care about who Draco and his family were, nor did she care that they were close with Voldemort. Well, obviously she cared, as they were her sworn enemies, but that didn't stop her from telling Draco exactly how she felt about him.
When she rounded a corner, she saw Draco leaning against the wall, twirling his wand in between his fingers.
"About time you showed up Mudblood. I was starting to think that you were scared."
"I got tied up doing something, I'm not afraid of you."
"For someone who is supposed to be the smartest witch at Hogwarts, you sure can be daft." Draco said mocking her.
"Whatever Malfoy. Let's start patrolling and get this over with alright?" Hermione said, her patience wearing thin.
"Yes, lets. I don't want to be in your presence any longer than necessary, being this close to you for this long has already made me want to be sick." Draco snarled as he stood up straight and starting walking down the hall.
Hermione shook her head and followed behind him.
They patrolled in silence. Neither one wanting to speak to the other. Draco, who was more annoyed with her being quiet then talking, finally spoke up.
"Let's split up, it will make this get done a lot faster."
"We're not supposed to split up Malfoy, you know that" Hermione stated.
"Scared Mudblood?" Draco asked smirking.
"Of course not" Hermione said smoothly.
"Good. Then you take that way, and I'll go this way."
Hermione didn't even have a chance to argue, as he had disappeared around the corner.
Hermione lit her wand, making sure to keep a tight grip on it at all times. Regardless of what she had told Malfoy, she was afraid. Not from patrolling in general, but she was afraid of the dark. When she was a kid, whenever she would walk around at night time, she had always been afraid that someone was hiding in the dark watching her. Even sleeping, Hermione had a night-light lit at all times. Not being able to see scared her more than anything. She was defenseless that way, something that she hated.
Hermione started forward, not wanting to stay in one place. She sucked in a deep breath, and continued on the path that Malfoy had told her to go. She could just imagine his face if he finished his rounds and came and found her standing in the exact same spot he had left her, she would never hear the end of it. And this is why she found herself propelled forward, walking around in the darkness with nothing to guide her but the light from her wand.
Hermione heard a sound behind her and she stopped dead in her tracks, straining her ears to try and pick up where the sound had come from. When she didn't hear anything else, she shook her head and continued forward.
Stop being so paranoid. She scolded herself internally. The Head Boy and Girl patrol these hallways every year, and nothing has happened to them. Dumbledore would not have us out patrolling the hallways if they were dangerous.
She continued forward, calmer then before. She looked into all the open classrooms as she passed, and felt herself relax.
Just as she started to relax, she felt a shiver run down her spine. She could feel someone watching her.
She avoided turning around, and instead slowly picked up her pace, heading back to the spot where her and Draco had first split up. She knew that they were supposed to meet up there after they were done, even though he had not said so.
She sensed movement behind her, and heard the swish of clothing as someone started trailing her. Hermione was doing everything she could to not burst out in tears and start running down the hallway full force. She was hoping that by trying to keep calm, and keep a steady pace, it would keep the person at bay.
She couldn't believe what was happening to her. This was her worst nightmare, and it was happening.
She rounded the next corner, and bumped into something solid. She screamed a blood-curdling scream until a hand covered her mouth.
Hermione started thrashing around wildly, until strong arms wrapped around her to minimize her movement. She could feel hot tears running down her cheeks.
"Jesus Granger, calm down!"
Hermione stopped thrashing around. She knew that voice.
Her body deflated, and she felt herself lean into the person behind her.
Next thing she knew, she was on the floor.
"What the hell Granger!" Draco spat wiping off his robes.
He looked down at her and finally saw her appearance.
"What happened to you?" he asked, curiosity getting the best of him.
Hermione felt her anger swell inside of her, and she stood up as she regained control of her body.
"Like you don't know." Hermione snapped.
"What are you talking about?" Draco asked, annoyance evident in his voice.
"You think this is a game? That it's funny? Well it's not!" Hermione hissed, tears still running down his face.
"You're mental." Draco concluded.
"And you're a slimy git." Hermione said angrily.
Draco narrowed his eyes.
No one could get under his skin like she could. Her snarky attitude, snide comments, and the disrespect in which she talked to him infuriated him.
"And you're a insufferable know-it all that disgraces the name of wizard due to your lack of magical blood." Draco snapped.
Hermione's eyes widened and he saw hurt flash in her eyes, before she was standing up and in his face.
"And you're a egotistical, arrogant, spoiled, cold-blooded prat that uses money and his family name to make friends and enemies."
Draco grabbed her wrists, and pushed her up against the wall that was behind her. He was absolutely fuming.
"You have no idea what you're talking about Mudblood" he hissed through clenched teeth.
"Cleary I do, otherwise you wouldn't be so pissed off right now" Hermione said flashing him his signature smirk.
Draco pulled out his wand and placed the tip against her temple. "I could do it you know," He said darkly. "Say two little worlds and I would never have to deal with your revolting face anymore, or put up with your snarky attitude."
Hermione felt goose bumps rise on her skin. She wasn't going to call him out on what he had said, she had been looking directly into his eyes while he had said it, and they had been cold, and void of any type of emotion, almost inhuman. She believed he could do exactly what he had said, and she did not feel like testing it.
When Hermione didn't respond, Draco dropped his wand and pushed himself away from her disgustedly.
Hermione massaged her wrists where his hands had been.
"We're done here" Draco said before walking into his Head's Dorm, slamming the door behind him.
Hermione then realized that she was once again in the hallway alone, and she practically ran back to her own Head's Dorm, which happened to be down the hallway from Draco's.
Hermione was thankful for having a living space to herself as she slumped down against the door, and slid down until she was sitting on the floor. She let out a loud sob before she broke down in tears.
She wasn't crying because of what Draco had said to her. Although it has stung, she was used to his comments and had taught herself not to let his words affect her that much. She was crying because of what had taken place tonight, and how Draco just pretended he didn't know what she was talking about.
She knew he was the one to blame for what had happened. He probably thought it was some sick game to get back at her for the things that she had said to him this morning. She just didn't understand why he would deny it, and then ask her what had happened like he didn't have a clue.
Hermione knew that Draco was evil, but she never thought he was that evil. Clearly she had been wrong.
Draco on the other hand, was infuriated by what had taken place. He had no idea what Hermione was talking about, and then when he admitted he didn't know what she was going on about, she had bit his head off and acted like he knew exactly what she was talking about. And then she had called him all of those names, and he had snapped and lost control of himself. He couldn't believe he had put his hands on her. Never in his life had he allowed himself to lose control to the point where he would use physical contact to hurt a woman. Even though she was a Mudblood, she was still a girl, and Draco did not agree with violence of any sort on a girl.
That said, he wasn't going to go and apologize to her for what had happened either. As much as he was mad that it had happened, he would not apologize. He did not want to seem weak, and if he apologized, she would assume that he was also apologizing for whatever she was going on about. And he was not going to take responsibility for that.
Draco remembered the look on her face when he had finally looked at her on the ground. She had looked like she had seen a ghost. He had never seen Hermione looking so scared in all of his years he had known her, nor had he ever really seen her cry.
Something had spooked her. He figured it had to have happened while she was patrolling, because she had seemed perfectly fine before they had split up. Maybe a student had messed with her? Whatever the case, she clearly blamed him for whatever happened, not that he cared. If that's what she wanted to believe, then so be it.
He walked to is bathroom and turned on the hot water, watching as the steam rose and made its way around the room. Draco slipped off his robes, and stepped into the hot shower, hissing as the water hit his flesh.
Being Head Boy had a few advantages, one of them being he didn't have to deal with Pansy staring at him longingly all of the time. The two of them had hooked up a few times when Draco had been bored, and needed a good shagging, and now the girl pretty much worshipped the ground he walked on. Not that he could blame her, being who he was and all.
Draco knew he was good looking, hell, he had been told enough times from the ladies. He had a unique look about him, one that only a Malfoy possessed; the platinum blonde hair and the pale skin. Personally, Draco wished he was a tad bit darker skinned, but, something about his pale skin and light hair made the ladies swoon, so he wasn't too keen on changing his overall appearance.
He stepped out of the shower and looked at himself in the full-length mirror.
His appearance had altered slightly over the past couple of years. He had a very strong jaw line, and striking light blue eyes, that looked silver in certain lights. His platinum blonde hair, which he had slicked back for years, now fell in disarrayed strands, a few pieces falling into his face. He was still skinny, he was a seeker and was chosen for his slim build for a reason, but he had toned what he had, making his muscles a bit more prominent. All in all, Draco liked his appearance, and was satisfied with the way that he looked.
Draco grabbed a towel and wrapped it around himself as he left the bathroom and headed towards his room.
Hermione finally stopped crying, and pushed herself up so she was standing again. She made it to her bathroom, and stripped off her clothes, filling up her Jacuzzi bathtub with warm water. She had asked Dumbledore if he could pull some strings for her and include a Jacuzzi bathtub in her dorm. It was something that she had always wanted. She loved being able to come back to her room and just sit in her tub, with the jets on after a rough day, she found nothing more relaxing. And, after the day that she just had, she definitely needed it.
She slipped into the water, sighing as the warm water touched her skin. She turned on the jets, and laid back and relaxed as they massaged her tense and sore muscles.
A knock on her door made her body instantly stiffen. Who would be knocking on her door at this time of night?
She grabbed a house robe that she kept hung in her bathroom for occasions like this, grabbed her wand, and made her way towards the door.
When she opened it, no one was there.
She looked around confused, until Ron pulled off Harry's invisibility cloak, and appeared suddenly in front of her.
"Geez Ron, you scared me" Hermione said, a hand over her heart.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked looking around.
"I wanted to come and see you, make sure your patrolling went okay."
Ron talking about patrolling made her re-think everything that had happened, and fear raced back into her heart. However, she didn't want to let Ron know about what had taken place, she didn't know why, she just knew that it was something that she wanted to keep to herself, at least for now.
"It went pretty good, boring and annoying at times considering who I had to deal with, but other than that it was pretty uneventful."
"So Malfoy didn't mess with you?" Ron inquired.
"Not more than usual" Hermione said quickly, not wanting to re-live the events that had occurred not even an hour ago.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Ron asked looking at her.
Hermione smiled the most genuine smile she could muster. "Yes Ron, I'm fine. You just startled me is all. I wasn't expecting anyone to come and visit me at this time of night."
She hated lying to Harry and Ron, Ron especially since he was her boyfriend. But this was something that she wanted to try and deal with on her own. And, she didn't really know if something was going on, or if it was just a figment of her imagination based off of her worst fears. She knew that the mind could play tricks on people, and she was thinking that maybe it was just that. Or, if it happened to be Malfoy messing with her to try and get back at her, then she wanted to deal with that on her own. Even though she was afraid of Malfoy, didn't mean that she would back down and give into him. That would be what he wanted, and she would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her back down.
"Oh, okay" Ron said smiling, believing her. "So, may I come in?"
"I was actually just in the middle of having a bath.." Hermione said slowly.
"That's fine, I'll join you" Ron said walking into her dorm.
Hermione opened the door wider, and allowed Ron to walk in. She felt his arms engulf her from behind and she sighed into him.
"So, you said something about being in the middle of a bath?" Ron asked, his voice husky.
Hermione nodded her head, goosebumps rising on her skin upon hearing the change in his tone of voice.
"Well, don't let me interrupt, go back to what you were doing, and I'll join you."
Hermione felt butterflies hit her stomach at the thought of her and Ron in the bathtub together. Ron had seen her naked multiple times, so it wasn't that aspect.
She started walking towards the bathroom, Ron following behind her. She pulled out her wand and warmed up the bath water, removing her robe in the process. She heard Ron hitch in a breath behind her and she turned around and looked at him.
"What?" she asked subconsciously.
"You're stunning" Ron said, his eyes roaming her now naked body.
Hermione blushed. "Thank you"
Hermione slipped into the tub as Ron got undressed, and she couldn't help but check out her boyfriend's body. Hermione slid forward in the tub, and Ron slid in behind her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her against him.
Hermione leaned back into him, feeling safe in his arms.
Ron kissed the back of her head, and Hermione let out a sigh. She loved when Ron showed his more sensitive side.
She felt his hands on her shoulders, and he started massaging them, earning a low moan to escape her lips. Ron's grip tightened on her shoulders.
"Let's get out of here" Ron said, lust evident in his voice.
Hermione nodded her head and stood up, Ron following close behind.
She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself, and she made her way to her bedroom.
As soon as they entered, Ron turned her around and started kissing her passionately. Hermione kissed him back forcefully, enjoying the sensations that were wracking her body.
Ron pulled away, and slowly pushed them towards her bed.
Hermione felt her back hit the soft fabric, and next thing she knew, Ron was on top of her.
He undid her towel, and Hermione felt the butterflies explode in her stomach once more.
Hermione felt Ron lift her up, and dispose of the towel that she had been wearing. Seconds later, she heard the sound of his towel joining hers on the floor.
Hermione looked up at Ron, and saw his eyes full of lust and passion. He looked down at her, and captured her lips in a fiery kiss. He pulled back, and placed a kiss on her neck, and she heard herself moan. She felt Ron's body stiffen on top of her.
She knew that this was the moment that they had both been waiting for. She knew she had made him wait a long time before they got to this step, thinking that she didn't have to sleep with him in order to prove her love, but at that moment she had felt that the timing was right, and she had wanted to share that part of herself with him in order to prove to him that her love was real. She felt as though they had both waited long enough, and had stuck together this long, so why not take the next step in their relationship to help build it that much stronger. She felt him shifting his weight above her, moving himself into place.
Next thing she knew, she felt a sharp pain between her legs, and she let out a small cry of pain. Ron kissed her on the forehead, and started thrusting into her. Once Hermione got used to the feel of him, she found that she started feeling pleasure instead of pain.
Ron started panting heavily, and Hermione felt him pick up his tempo. Ron cried out her name, and collapsed on top of her.
He got off of her, and lay down beside her.
"That was awesome" Ron said suddenly.
Hermione smiled, and kissed him on the cheek.
"Am I able to stay the night?" Ron asked.
"I wish you could, but I think that Harry and them will notice you're missing when they wake up in the morning. And besides, I'm not sure Dumbledore would approve of me abusing my position by allowing you to stay the night."
"Yeah, you're right. Plus, I want to do this again, so I don't want you getting in trouble" Ron said sitting up and winking at her.
He stood up, and left her room. He returned a few minutes later, fully dressed. He crawled back into the bed and kissed her.
"I love you Hermione"
"I love you too Ron" Hermione said smiling up at the man she had just lost her virginity to.
"I'll see you in the morning" Ron said before kissing her on the forehead, and leaving her room.
She heard the portrait hole door close momentarily afterwards, and she knew that he had left.
Hermione got up and changed into her pajama's, which consisted of pink booty shorts and a white tank top. She then walked over to her bedroom door, and locked it using a complex locking spell that she had learned from one of the books she had read in the library.
She crawled back into her bed, which was made of red and gold sheets, and pulled the book she was currently reading off of her bedside table. She opened the book to the page she was currently on, and began reading.
She was determined to try and find out information about Draco's new abilities, regardless of how long it took her. Not only for her own interest, but because she wanted to know how to defend herself against it if need be. Hermione didn't like not knowing something, especially when it came to Draco knowing something she didn't. It meant that he had an advantage over her, something she never wanted. She wanted to always be prepared when it came to dealing with him.
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