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The Dare	By : Tassanaburrfoot Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 82898 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 11
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“They know!” Hermione hissed as they left the office and headed for the library.
“They don’t,” Draco drawled.
She glared at him. “Then what was that all about? They know I slept in your room last night,” she said. “Why else would they even bring it up? And I wager they know about what we did last night.”
“You worry too much,” he said. “They were giving us permission to sleep together, that doesn’t mean they knew…”
“Why would they suddenly give us that permission?” she asked. “McGonagall even mentioned my wearing your shirt. What was the point of that unless they knew? And they want me on birth control! Like they know something is going to happen.”
“Snape suggested birth control because I mentioned wanting to do more than just hold your hand,” he argued. “Though, now that you mention it, we should probably make a stop at the infirmary.”
She shook her head. “No need,” she said. “I’ve already taken care of that.”
“Oh?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. “Already wanting me between your legs again?”
“That’s not…”
“We have our assignments to do,” he reminded her. “We’ll stop in the library and do our research before supper. We can always finish them in Slytherin House before we go to bed.”
She sighed, but it really was no use in her arguing with him. They entered the library and immediately set to work. It came as no surprise to Hermione at how studious the Slytherin was. He didn’t become second in their year by slacking, after all. They spent hours in the library in a comfortable silence.
When Draco finally glanced at the clock and saw the time, he closed the book he had been reading and placed it with the pile of books he wished to check out. He searched the library for Hermione and found her sitting at a table near the back, her face buried in a book as her hand quickly made notes of what she was reading.
“Found anything interesting?” he asked as he slid into the chair across from her.
She glanced up and smiled at him. “I did,” she admitted. “How about you?”
He shrugged. “I found enough for now, suppose,” he said. “Are you hungry?”
She sighed and looked down at her book. “A bit,” she admitted. “But I really want to get this done.”
“Bookmark it,” he suggested. “We can finish our notes after supper.”
She nodded as she tucked the piece of parchment in the book and shut it. She put the book on top of about five other books about the same size and proceeded to pick them up. Draco stood up and quickly moved to her side.
“You’re going to hurt yourself,” he fussed. “Here. Let me.”
She stepped aside as he lifted the books. Amazed, Hermione continued watching him as he retrieved his own books and brought the entire lot to Madam Pince. “No one’s ever done that before,” the Muggle born commented as they walked out of the library.
“Let’s bring these back to Slytherin House and then we can grab something to eat,” he suggested, though he didn’t really wait for her answer as he started walking in the direction of the dungeons. “No one’s ever done what?”
“Carried my books for me,” she replied. “Or my bag… I’m just surprised, is all.”
He glanced at her. “Most guys aren’t gentlemen either,” he drawled. “At the same time, most of us in Slytherin come from old and ancient families with really old customs. We’re taught to be gentlemen at a very young age.”
“Chivalry,” she commented.
He gave her a smirk and nodded. “Thing is, Granger,” he continued, “being chivalrous does not necessarily mean being sexist or anti-feminist. That’s what they would have you believe. The truth is, chivalry is more about good manners and always putting the ladies ahead of your own needs. Because, let’s face it,” he said, “regardless of how strong you may be or how badarse you are with a wand, most women are still physically weaker than most men. You bear our children, so it is only right that we honour, serve, and protect you. It’s been the job of mankind since the dawn of our existence.”
“A woman does not need a man to take care of her,” she said with a frown.
He shook his head. “I never said she did,” he pointed out. “However, what’s wrong with having a man care for you? Personally, I like the idea of a woman caring for me. When I do marry, she’ll be the one warming my bed, birthing and caring for my children, and standing by my side. With luck, she’ll support me in all the things I do. In turn, I’ll do the same.” He shifted the weight in his arms. “I would want my wife to be passionate about things, to have goals and dreams. I want to see her succeed in those, too, because when a woman shows passion in something that is when you learn what love is.”
She tilted her head. “Explanation?” she asked, curious.
“Name something you’re passionate about,” he said. “Anything. Just something you genuinely love and could never imagine doing without.”
There were many things Hermione was passionate about, but she chose the simplest of these. “My books.”
He nodded and handed her the top book on the pile he was carrying. “Tell me what you love about them.”
She held the book in her hands and turned it over. “I like the feel of the leather,” she began. “It’s old and a bit crusty, but I know there is a fountain of knowledge inside.” She opened the book. “I like the way the parchment is yellowed and even crinkled a bit at the corners. It means the book is not only old, but really well loved.” She flipped through the pages. “There are stains and a few markings, meaning someone was really interested in something they read and decided to comment on it.”
“Do you know what I just saw?” he asked.
She glanced up at him and shook her head.
“I saw your eyes light up,” he said. “I saw the gentle, tender way you turned the pages, careful to not harm it. I saw the way you caressed its spine and how you ran your fingers over the leather. You love that book, though you’ve never read it.” They stopped walking and made eye contact. “You’re so passionate about that book that your eyes light up and then cloud with an insatiable desire. Even the way you described it was loving, like it was one of the best bed partners you’ve ever had. Now. If I were to take that book from you and tear a page out of it, what would you do?”
She frowned. “You wouldn’t do that,” she said, affronted.
“What would you do?”
“I would probably hit you,” she told him. “I would yank the book away from you and smack you with it. You can’t do that. Books are valuable. They…”
“Do you understand my point?” he asked. “If we were to replace this book with, say, a child, or your cat, your reaction would be the same. Now, if I were to earn that passion from you, I would want to do everything in my power to keep it. That passion, that raw desire, that love is pure energy. I want to keep it and do whatever I can to make it grow. It’s an instinctual desire of mine to want to protect it and give it strength.”
He took the book back from her and they continued walking. “That, princess, is what chivalry is,” he explained. “Over time, people began to confuse it with bigotry and sexism. Honestly, they miss the point.” He glanced at her. “I know how strong you are, love. I’ve see what you can do. I’ve seen the passion and desire and determination to go above and beyond your limits. It’s one of the many things that I admire about you.” He offered her a small smile. “Is it wrong of me to want to help you achieve your goals? You love books, but if you carry too many, you’ll hurt your back and then you won’t be able to carry any. I’m physically stronger than you are. Is it really wrong of me to offer assistance? Is it wrong to hold the door open for you? Or rub your feet? Or just be your partner? I want the chance to worship you because you deserve it. To be your knight when anyone tries to tear you down. I want to be your champion and your number one fan.”
“You hold the door open for me,” she said. “Do you do the same for Goyle? Or Crabbe? Or Nott?”
He nodded. “If we’re both going out and I happen to get to the door first, then, yes. I’ve also pulled out chairs and helped them sit at the Slytherin table. If they have a heavy load, I’ll take some of it.”
“But you gave Goyle my bag to carry,” she stated.
Draco shrugged. “Goyle’s a big boy, too. He can carry a lot. And your bag was way too full,” he told her. “We’ll have to work on that, you and me.”
She frowned. “I’ve never had a problem with carrying my own bag,” she said. “If it’s an issue for you, then I can go back to carrying it myself thanks.”
The Pureblood sighed as they approached the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room. “Purity,” he said and the door swung open. He glanced at Hermione. “Remember that word.”
She rolled her eyes. “And what about those other things you just said,” she said as she followed him into the room.
As he led her to the boys’ dormitories, he asked, “What things?”
“Being my knight? My champion?” she pressed. “I don’t see you offering those services to anyone else. You talk about worshipping me, but how? Don’t you believe in a God?”
He chuckled as he set the books on his bed. Taking her bag from her, he set those down, too, and they left the room. He saw her begin to protest, but stopped her. “We’ll be back for them,” he promised her and they left Slytherin House to head up to the Great Hall.
“I believe in a spiritual being, yes. Is it God, though? I couldn’t rightly say,” he replied to her earlier questions. “Look at the world around you, princess. Yes, there’s beauty to be found everywhere. Birds sing, bees buzz, and deer play in the meadow. But if there are gods, they are quite cruel, aren’t they? Because as that deer is playing in the meadow, there’s a hungry wolf watching it, thinking about how tasty it will be. The natural order of life requires us to live for a little while and then die, letting our bodies return to the earth. It’s a vicious cycle that is compounded upon by adding disease to said life.” He sighed. “Do I act like a knight amongst my friends? Does having their backs count? While it’s true that at the end of the day, I will always put myself and those closest to me first. However, if Theo ever came to me with a problem or if Blaise ever needed someone to be his second, I wouldn’t hesitate to offer my services. I even tutor Greg and Vince so that they can get the best grades they can possibly make.”
He stopped her as they approached the Great Hall and, cupping her jaw, he gave her a slow, tantalizing kiss. He pressed her against the wall and buried his hand in her hair. The sounds coming from the Great Hall, however, slowly pulled him to a stop. He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers. “Chivalry extends beyond a man and a woman,” he whispered, “and even a woman can be chivalrous. It’s called being polite and having good manners. I stick up for you and you stick up for me.” He pulled away from her and, taking her hand into his, led her into the Great Hall.
Once inside, he kissed the back of her hand and promised to meet up with her after supper. Then the two parted ways. The moment Hermione sat down she was bombarded with questions, “Are you two really dating?” “Is he a good kisser?” “Merlin, Granger, he’s a hottie!” “Is it true his parents own a bungalow in Italy?” “Can’t believe you’re dating a snake!” “When did you start dating?” “You are so lucky!” “Can I have him when you’re done?”
The Muggle born’s eyes widened and she looked at Ginny desperately. “Come on you lot!” the ginger haired girl snapped as she waved them away. “Shove off and leave her alone. And, no, Vane, you can’t have him when she’s done!”
Hermione’s face reddened as she stared down at her plate. Once Ginny scared the gaggle of girls away, she took the spot next to the older witch and began piling her plate. She glanced at her friend. “It’s alright,” she assured. “They’re gone. You can eat now.”
Hermione peeked up from between her bushy brown hair. “God, Gin,” she whispered, “will it always be this bad?”
The young witch shook her head. “You’re just the new thing,” she assured. “Give it a week or two and they’ll move on to something else.” She picked up a bread roll and bit into it. “They’re just surprised because the Slytherin Prince is dating our Princess. “
Hermione sighed. “I really wish people would stop calling me that,” she groused. “Gryffindor doesn’t have any princesses. Just like Slytherin doesn’t have any princes.”
“Sure they do,” the ginger argued as she stabbed into her shepherd’s pie. “Most of the time, though, nothing’s ever really said because they don’t date one another.”
The Muggle born groaned as she began digging into her own pie. After a while, Ginny glanced at the older witch and asked, “So what did McGonagall want?”
It was probably the first time Ginny had ever seen Hermione actually roll her eyes when talking about a professor. “She asked Malfoy to join us and had Snape there, too. She wanted to tell us that Malfoy and I are pretty much shoe-ins for Head Boy and Girl for next year. However, we need to practice discretion when it comes to our relationship. I think she and Snape know that Draco and I slept together last night, but Draco doesn’t agree with me.” She shook her head.
“Why do you think they know?” Ginny asked, placing her fork down on her plate.
The Muggle born cast a quick Muffliato and said, “They told us they would ‘turn a blind eye’ if we decide to sleep together, but that I am required to be on birth control and I must still turn up in Gryffindor Tower.”
“Well, that’s convenient for you and Malfoy,” Ginny commented. “But Malfoy’s an idiot if he doesn’t think they know. It’s luck, too, that you went to Madam Pomphrey earlier. Did she give you any problems?”
Again, the Muggle born witch shook her head. “I didn’t think she would,” Ginny said, picking her fork back up. “I don’t know about Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, but Snape requires all of his female students in Slytherin House to be on birth control. McGonagall, I know, has mentioned implementing the same thing, but I think she keeps relying on luck that no one will be stupid enough to get pregnant.”
“I don’t think that’s the case,” Hermione disagreed. “I mean, most Gryffindors don’t really engage in premarital sex, do they?”
Ginny raised her eyebrows. “You’re joking, right? Hermione, I think you’re the only Gryffindor girl above 4^th year who hasn’t had sex yet, and something tells me that’s going to change and soon. Why do you think everyone calls you the Gryffindor princess? Not only are you the brightest witch of your age, but I do believe you are the purest as well.”
“Ginny,” Hermione said, staring down at her plate, “I sucked a boy’s penis.”
The Pureblood nodded. “And for all anyone knows, you two have been dating,” she pointed out. “And he’s considered the Slytherin Prince.”
The Muggle born witch gave her friend a long suffering look. “Somehow I doubt anyone considers him ‘pure,’” she said.
The younger witch giggled. “Right? No, no, I don’t think that’s why they call him a prince. They do it because he’s their leader. Even the seventh years treat him like he’s damn near to royalty. Must be all the money he and his family have,” she suggested as the food changed from meals to desserts. “You know old Lucius was acquitted, right? Right at the last moment, he had defected, threw down his wand and refused to fight. Makes you wonder was mouldy Voldy did to deserve that kind of disservice.”
The older witch snorted and pushed her bushy hair out of her pumpkin pie. “’Mouldy Voldy,’” she repeated with glee. “I figured the Malfoy patriarch managed to slip out of going to Azkaban again. Draco mentioned him when he invited me to his family’s Christmas party.”
Ginny paused and stared at her friend. “Are you going?” she asked carefully.
Hermione pressed her lips together. “I’m not sure,” she replied truthfully. “It’s kind of happening a bit fast, don’t you think? I mean, at the rate we’re going, we’ll probably be broken up by the end of this semester, if not sooner.”
The ginger haired girl shook her head. “I doubt it,” she said. “You haven’t been watching the looks he keeps throwing at you tonight. He’s got it really bad. I reckon he’ll be asking you to marry him come Christmas, or at the most, by the end of May. You know his birthday’s in June, right?”
“How do you know that?” the older girl asked.
“Blaise told me,” came the simple reply. “It’ll be his seventeenth, which means he’ll legally be an adult.”
Hermione groaned. “So, that’s why they’re ok with us sleeping together. Draco will be an adult soon enough,” she surmised.
“Maybe,” Ginny agreed. She grinned as she added, “Or maybe McGonagall just thinks you look cute together. Gryffindor Princess and Slytherin Prince. Such a lovely couple. ‘Mrs. Hermione Malfoy’ has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”
Hermione popped the girl on the shoulder and Ginny dissolved into a fit of giggles.
(II)(II)
As promised, Draco was waiting for her at the entrance to the Great Hall. “Did you want to stop by Gryffindor Tower and pick up a change of clothes?” he asked as he took her hand into his.
She glanced around them as she thought. “I’ve a better idea,” she said. “If I go up to Gryffindor, I will be bombarded again by girls wanting to know everything they can about you and our relationship.” She leaned closer to him as she whispered, “Maybe you can convince the house elves to fetch a few of my things without being noticed? It’ll make life easier for the both of us.”
He shrugged. “That shouldn’t be too difficult,” he agreed and they continued on to Slytherin House, Crabbe and Goyle following behind.
Once they entered the Common Room, Draco let go of her hand and ran into his room so he could get their materials. Hermione waited patiently, standing where he had left her, and not really moving about. She watched as other Slytherins trickled in from the evening feast. Some lounged in the various chairs or couches, while others went to their rooms. No one said anything to the Muggle born, though there were a few who had given her curious looks. She offered them soft smiles, but said nothing.
Draco returned and led her to a table, setting their book bags on top of it. “Sorry it took so long,” he said as he opened his satchel. “I took the liberty of emptying your bag of most of those books you had, but I replaced them with the library books.”
“You went through my bag?!” she asked as her eyes widened in disbelief as she grabbed the bag and opened it. “What - ? Why? You… you don’t go through a girl’s bag.”
He shrugged. “We’re dating, Granger. Didn’t think it’d be a problem. Besides, you had books in there of subjects we didn’t even take today. Not to mention old essays that were already graded and returned. Merlin, princess, did you always have that same bag?” He handed her a paper that was a piece of an essay she had written for Lockwood.
She snatched it from him and skimmed it. “Oh, God!” she breathed, her cheeks reddening.
He lifted a single brow as she slowly sat down, a look of pure horror spreading over her face. “You weren’t the only girl who fancied him, you know,” he told her. “Just like the rest of them, you were charmed into thinking he as bloody brilliant.”
“He wasn’t,” she said as she crumpled the parchment into a ball and threw it on the table. “He was nothing more than a charlatan and his books were fictitious to boot.”
He nodded in agreement. “But try telling a twelve year old girl that,” he pointed out. “Even my mum had been charmed by him until my father pointed out that one of his stories didn’t make any sense. It was one of the things Father protested against that year, but Dumbledore kept having difficulties in finding people to teach the class,” he said. “Something about some curse.” Shrugging, Draco pulled out a tomb he had skimmed through in the library and sat down.
She stared at him. “You still went through my bag,” she accused.
He looked up at her. “I did,” he admitted. “I told you as much.”
“What if I would have had…? A girl’s bag is private and the things there also have the potential of being private,” she scolded him.
He smirked. “You’re worried I might have come across one of your feminine products,” he stated. The look on her face made him shake his head. “I do have a mother, you know,” he explained. “Never mind the fact that you aren’t the first girl I’ve dated.”
Closing her eyes, she straightened up and placed her hands on the table. “We haven’t been dating long enough,” she told him. Opening her eyes she looked at him, frowning at his look of amusement. “No one goes through my bag.”
“Apparently,” he scoffed. “I’d reckon it’s never been cleaned out either, judging by the papers I pulled out.” He shook his head. “It’s not healthy to hoard those things,” he told her. “You’re not going yourself any favours by keeping them.”
She blanched. “I might need them some day,” she argued.
He picked up the ball of trash. “Why would you ever need an essay about Lockwood’s vacation home? Fancy a visit there some day?” he asked as he tossed the trash at her. “If you would like to go to the beach, princess, we can always go to my family’s bungalow in Italy.”
She shook her head. Taking out her wand, she Vanished the trash. “We need to work on our essays,” she said, changing the subject.
They continued their essays in a companionable silence, reading their books and taking notes. As the hours passed, students slowly began making their ways to their dormitories and the Common Room became quieter. It was during this time when Hermione heard the sounds of two people grunting and moaning. Glancing up, she saw a boy still dressed in his robes laying atop a girl. She couldn’t make out whether the girl wore anything, for his robes effectively covered her. What Hermione did know, however, is what they were doing. Memories of being up in Gryffindor Tower flashed through her mind. Again she witnessed Ron and Lavender tangled in his sheets making those same noises.
She dropped her quill and accidentally kicked Draco. “Oh!” she said softly as she bent down to pick the quill up.
Draco looked up at her, watching her movements. “Alright there, princess?” he asked.
“Yes! Sorry!” she squeaked as she blushed a deep crimson shade. “I, uh….” Having picked up her quill, she jabbed it in the direction of the couple and hissed, “Must they do that here? Can’t they see we’re trying to study?”
His eyes followed the direction she was pointing and, seeing the couple, he smirked a bit, shrugged, and turned his attention back to his paper. “You get used to it after a while,” he told her. His eyes glittered mischievously as he shot her a lustful look. “Besides, we’ve done it.”
Her eyes widened. “I was drunk,” she said defensively. “And it’s not like we were… I only…” She gave a growl of frustration and gritted her teeth. “No one was doing any work. We were hanging around and I doubt there was a single person last night who wasn’t drunk to some degree.”
He looked back at his paper. “You’ll get used to it,” he repeated. “Snape rarely comes in here and if we’re sneaking around school, we’re more liable to get caught.” Glancing at her, he winked and his eyes went back to his work.
“But…It’s a school night,” she continued to protest. “They should be studying.”
His eyes went to the couple and he snickered, “Looks like they are studying. Makes you wonder which one will shout out first.”
Hermione gasped and buried her face in her hands. Suddenly wishing she were back in Gryffindor Tower, she began packing her bag. Draco frowned as he watched her. “What are you doing?” he asked.
“I’m leaving,” she said in no uncertain terms.
He stood up. “No you’re not.”
She glared at the boy and hissed, “Watch me! I will not sit here and be subjected to watching people have sex when I’m trying to work on my essay.”
He waved his hand and all the materials they had begun packing themselves. He moved around the table and caught her up in his arms before she could manage to leave. “Don’t go,” he urged. He glanced up at the clock and then down into her eyes, “Look, it’s late. We still have plenty of time to work on our homework. Let’s just call it a night and we can pick up tomorrow and start fresh.”
“Draco, I…”
“Come on, princess,” he whispered and she could hear the plea in his voice. “Tomorrow I will talk to them about keeping quiet, but for now, let’s just go to bed.”
She stared at him for a long moment. “I’m not sure I’m entirely comfortable with the idea of sleeping with you,” she said softly. “Especially knowing that the professors suspect its happening.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “People are going to suspect a lot of things, Granger,” he told her. “And they’ll accuse both of us of things. What happened to all that Gryffindor courage? Who cares what they think or don’t think? All that really matters is how we feel about each other.”
She bit her bottom lip. “And how do you feel about me?” she asked as she worried her lip with her teeth.
He used his thumb to gently rub her bottom lip down, pulling it out from between her teeth, and said huskily, “Ever since I saw you walk into the Great Hall wearing those periwinkle robes, I have fancied you. You’re smart, strong, and beautiful. You have a contagious smile and a wicked tongue.” Dipping his head, he captured her lips.
They heard a moan coming from the couch and their kiss broke. “Remind me never to sit on that couch,” Hermione whispered and Draco chuckled.
“Come on, princess,” he said softly, threading his fingers through hers. “Let’s get you to bed.”
And just that easily, she allowed him to lead her into the bedroom, however, she hesitated at the door when she heard the loud snore. “They’ll hear us,” she hissed.
“No, they won’t,” he told her as he took out his wand. He pulled her into the room and guided her to sit on top of the bed.
Once she was seated, he unravelled the curtains and dropped them around the bed, effectively hiding them both from sight. He gave her a smirk and began casting privacy charms all around the bed until there was complete silence. Her face reddened.
“Sometimes it completely escapes my notice that I am a witch,” she said.
He chuckled. “Don’t worry, princess. I get those moments sometimes as well, though it’s very rare.”
“But you’ve always known you’re a wizard,” she pointed out. “I couldn’t understand why I was able to do the things I could do until my 11^th birthday. It was a bit of a shock for my parents and me.”
He looked at her curiously as he lounged back against his pillows. “How did they take it? Your parents,” he asked.
“I think they were a bit confused at first,” she told him. “Both of my parents are dentists, you see. They’re people of science, but they’ve always seen magic as science that has yet to be explained. When McGonagall came to my house and told my parents what I was, it didn’t make much sense to them. She offered to bring us to Diagon Alley, brought us to Gringotts so we could exchange our money from Muggle money to Galleons and Sickles, and then showed us around. She even helped me pick up my school books and everything else I needed. In Flourish and Blotts, I had found a book about explaining the Wizarding world to Muggles. It was basically a step by step guide on how to talk about it.” She sighed. “I think after a couple years went by, they became less and less interested. They just want to make sure I do well in school. I haven’t told them about Voldemort or what happened last year, nor do I intend to.”
“Ever told them about me?” he asked as he leaned forward, crossing his legs.
She nodded. “I have.”
He smirked. “What did you tell them? Nothing too bad, I hope.”
She lifted her eyebrows. “Well, when I met you in our first year,” she said with a blush. “Honestly, you weren’t a very nice person. You’ve always been cute, but your actions leave something to be desired.”
“I was a spoiled little shite,” he confirmed. “Still am actually.” He leaned forward some more. “What do you think of my actions now?”
He kissed her lips and began leaving a trail of kisses along her jawline. Her eyes fluttered shut as he pulled her closer to him and laid her on the bed. He hovered above her for a moment, positioning his legs on either side of hers and resting his weight on his knees. He unhooked the clip around his neck that held his robes together and let the heavy fabric pool around them. He loosened his tie enough so he could pull it over his head and unbuttoned his oxford. He then turned his attention to her. Watching her eyes, he helped her out of her robes and pulled her tie over her head. As he began unbuttoning her blouse, however, she touched his hands, stopping him.
“I think it would be nice if you were kinder to those around you,” she said. “Maybe back off on teasing people like Neville.”
He pushed her hair out of the way and returned to kissing her jawline. His licks and nips led him to her neck and he began searching for those tender spots he knew girls enjoyed. She gave a small moan that told him he had found one and he sucked on it in earnest.
Hermione gripped at his shirt as he relentlessly attacked her neck. “Malfoy,” she whispered when she felt his hand on her breast.
He pulled her blouse out of her waistband and slipped his hand underneath so he could feel the tender flesh with his bare fingers. He groaned as his fingertips sought out and found her small nipple. She gasped as he teased and pulled at the nipple. With his other hand, he unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it out of the way. He smirked when he saw her bra. “Should’ve known you’d wear white,” he said huskily. “I dreamt about these breasts last night, Granger. I dreamt about how they would feel and how they would taste.” That was the only warning she received before he bent his head and took the nipple he had been teasing into his mouth.
Hermione’s mouth dropped into a small “O” as he sucked on the breast. She felt his fingers roll the other nipple around and she lifted a leg instinctually. Draco took that opportunity to slip one of his legs between hers and rested his weight a bit more on top of her. She could feel his hardening member pressed against her thigh and hummed. Her hands drifted into his hair and pulled at it as he let her nipple fall out of his mouth so he could suck on the other one.
She had never known her breasts to be so sensitive, but they were responding to Draco’s touch, his kiss, so well. She arched her back against him, desperately wanting to feel more. His hand slithered down her torso and under the waistband of her skirt. She shuddered as she felt thick fingers push past her knickers and begin playing with her clit.
Without even knowing it, she draped her leg around his waist. Releasing her breast, he returned to her lips, placing hot kisses along the corners of her mouth and tasting her cavern with his tongue.
She bucked against his hand when he pressed his middle finger into her centre. “That’s it, love,” he whispered against her lips. His finger began stroking her and continued until he had her arching her back to him and moaning. That was when he added a second finger. He purred in her ear, “I really enjoyed doing this with you in class today. Seeing you squirm as you tried not to draw attention to yourself. When you came all over my hand, I thought for sure you were going to make a noise, but you didn’t. Such a good girl. And you tasted so sweet.” He kissed her neck and added a third finger. She gave a short grunt against the pressure, but moaned as he continued his assault. “So tight,” he hissed. He knew in that moment that she was a virgin.
The knowledge sent a shudder down Draco’s spine. If he continued, he would have himself a virgin this night. And not just any virgin. The Gryffindor princess, the brains of the Golden Trio, would be his entirely. Because he knew how virgin’s worked. They didn’t just give up their virginities to anyone. No. She would be his.
Releasing her long enough so he could pull her skirt and knickers off of her, he started pumping his fingers into her harder, faster. He needed that release from her and soon enough, she gave it to him. Throwing her head back against the pillows, she screamed and his hand was covered in those sweet juices he had enjoyed tasting earlier.
As she experienced that little death, he worked on his trousers. He did not bother with his belt just yet because he knew that the sound of it would scare her. No. He unzipped his trousers as quickly and as quietly as he could. Pulling out his cock, he pressed his lips against hers, distracting her with a hot, delicious kiss. In one quick, sudden motion, he aligned his cock at her entrance and pushed himself in.
She broke the kiss and screamed in pain. “No!” she shouted, hitting him on the shoulders. “No, no, no!” she repeated as she struggled against him. Tears filled her eyes and she glared at him.
“Shhhh,” he cooed as he pushed her hair back and rubbed her arms. “Shhhh… It’s ok. It will be ok.”
She shook her head, banging her fists against his chest, but she was becoming weaker as she began to dissolve in tears. “No,” she whispered as tears fell from her eyes. “We can’t. I’m a virgin. I…”
He held her close and nodded. “I didn’t know,” he lied. “I’m sorry, but it’s going to be ok. Sh, sh, shhh. I’m not going to move yet. We’ll just lay here for a little bit so you can get used to it. It’ll be ok.”
And she cried into his chest as he held her tight, their bodies connected for the first time. Inwardly, Draco rejoiced, knowing he had her now, knowing she was his. If he played his cards right he may even be able to keep her forever and always. His mind began imagining what the future would look like with her by his side, her stomach engorged with his child. It was a sight he desperately wanted to see made into a reality.
Outwardly, however, the Pureblood continued to apologize, insisting he didn’t know, and rubbing her back in an effort to comfort her. He glanced down at her and wiped away her tears with his thumbs as he felt her begin to relax. He kissed her tenderly on the lips. He looked down at her and gave a small, gentle test move.
She gasped and he saw the fear in her eyes. “It’s alright, princess,” he assured her. “I’m already in. It’s not going to hurt anymore. I promise.”
“I-it wasn’t s-supposed to h-happen this w-way,” she stammered, her body shaking.
He pressed his lips together and wipe another tear from her eye. “I know,” he whispered. “And I wish I could take it back, but… This is us, princess. You and I together. And it will get better.”
He moved against her, thrusting into her body slowly so she could get used to the feel of it and to keep from causing her anymore pain. He knew it would take a few days, but soon their lovemaking would get faster, harder, deeper. This wasn’t an ordinary shag for Draco and he knew it. If he called things off now… he had no desire to call things off, not ever.
He did not pick up his pace until the very end. When he felt himself getting ready to come, he grabbed her hips and quickened his thrusts, but he did not push too hard. He wanted her to get used to the feel, to enjoy it. Too much too fast would hurt her. At least, that was what he thought. He felt her body seize up as she shouted her release. For him, this was a good sign, it meant she was starting to enjoy it. He came with a grunt, filling her with his semen. Closing his eyes, he imagined the day when he would fill her and know she wasn’t restricted in any way.
(III)(III)
She lay awake in his arms. His penis was still inside her for whatever reason, though she knew they had fallen asleep like that. At some point he must of turned them without breaking the connection because she was actually lying on top of him, with his arms wrapped around her.
If anyone were to open the curtains, they would be shocked at what they saw. The entwined couple had clothes all over the place, surrounding them like some sort of barrier from the outside world. Hermione could feel something dry around the joining and figured it was blood or semen, though more than likely a mixture of the two.
She closed her eyes as she lay her head on his chest. Honestly, the position wasn’t all that comfortable and his body was really hot, but she didn’t really feel like moving. A part of her was scared that the moment she pulled him out of her all of the fluids released last night would flow out of her body. At the same time, he was also miraculously hard, but then she remembered reading somewhere that most boys experienced hardened members in the morning. They were called ‘woodies’, or ‘morning wood’.
Taking a deep breath, she clenched her jaw and rolled off of him. She wasn’t surprised to see his trousers still on him, but she was surprised to see his belt still buckled. Why hadn’t he unbuckled his belt? He hadn’t know she was a virgin, had he?
She shook her head. No, he had apologized several times and had assured her repeatedly that he hadn’t known. He hadn’t given her a reason to doubt him since they started dating and she wasn’t going to start now. They were boyfriend and girlfriend and he had taken her virginity. Things would be different now, she knew.
She stared at his cock, her eyes widening at the blood she saw there. How much had she bled? Sitting up, she grunted from the soreness and looked down at her vagina. It was crusted in blood. She groaned a fell back on the bed, covering her eyes with her arm. Yes. Things were going to be a lot different.

Author's Note: Yay! Another chapter! (Very steamy here at the end, too, huh? Such a sneaky Slytherin Draco is. *Giggles*)
Mady: Yes they do, though I don't think Hermione realizes just how bad she has it. *Giggles*
Pinster, lovelylips21, DaFossil, whitney, bookgirl7792, you guys are awesome! Thank you so much!
Sherlocked171: I don't think Draco's giving her a chance to mourn... but that will be dealt with. People are nasty and a jealous Ron is even worse.
Madamdragon: I think your wish has been granted...
pickles87: I don't know if Pomphrey reports it, though I assume she must tell someone, especially given the requirements Draco casually told Hermione about. Maybe it's a "if they ask she won't lie" sort of thing? Though really, it is a private matter between the student and her, but the students are also mostly minors. I think any sort of bonding they share will be in their heads more than actual facts. I've never been right in the situation Hermione's currently in, but I do know that there's always a special place in a girl's mind for the person who they shared their first time with. (For rape victims, that's a really bad place, of course.) I think other women can attest to the idea that a girl never forgets her first. (guys are the same way, I imagine.)
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