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Game of Thrones	By : iCarney Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3496 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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004.

Willy Nilly

1998 November 1^st, Heads common room, Hogwarts, Scotland

Hermione fed Louis, Cedric’s owl and scribbled a hasty reply to her beloved. When she sent it off, she shut the window, knowing it was the last owl for the night and then took several deep breaths. Last night had been amazing; first she had shagged Cedric senseless, then Draco had ambushed her pussy under the table with that tongue of his and then after the ball, Cedric had ravished her thoroughly. He had licked every part of her body, tasted every inch. And then he had proceeded to make sweet love to her with the moon right outside the window. It was glorious, but now she was left feeling rather cold. She could hear Draco outside, talking with Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott about Quidditch. She’d wait until they left to confront him.

She sat for ten minutes on the end of her bed until she heard the portrait hole open, the three boys say their goodbyes and then the portrait hole shutting. She stood up, took a look at herself in the mirror - all body parts covered, check! - and waltzed over to her door. She wrapped her fingers around the doorhandle, took a deep breath and then walked out.

Draco was lounging on the sofa from what she could see, his arm draped up along the back of it, watching the flames crackle in the grate. Her stomach did a couple of back flips and she had the urge to punch herself. She didn’t however and moved forward.

“We seriously need to talk,” she said flatly, putting on her angriest voice. “What you did last night was... was totally unacceptable.”

Draco looked up at her as she came to stand behind the lounge, “You didn’t enjoy it?”

Yes of course she bloody did!

“No,” she lied. “It was... it was horrible. Don’t ever do it again.”

“Liar.” He said accusingly, his eyes narrowed. In a fluid motion, he grabbed the front of her shirt and pulled her over the lounge; she landed on him painfully but he hid it well. “Tell me you didn’t like it.”

“Let me go!” she exclaimed, struggling in his death grip. “Draco, please... please don’t do this to me.”

“Do what to you exactly?” he snarled. “You fucked your boyfriend right here on this couch, knowing I was just a room away! And you looked, didn’t you? You looked straight over at my door, hoping that I was watching. Why, Granger? And when I -”

“Don’t say it...”

“-licked your pussy raw, you held onto me for dear life because you knew you’d come all over my tongue and you fucking enjoyed every second of it.” He said harshly, releasing his painful grip on her. "You could have been caught - we could have been caught but it turned you on even more, didn't it?"

She didn’t move a muscle; her palms were flat on his chest, her lower body between his legs. He had one bent up and resting against the back of the sofa while the other hung off the cushions. She was awfully comfortable.

Draco felt like this was just another Saturday night with Granger. It felt like this was something they had done so many times in their lives that their bodies had grown accustomed to one another, creating the perfect groove for her body to fit in against him. She even looked comfortable from where he was and the strangest thing, his cock wasn’t throbbing in his pants beneath her, even when she moved. That was a sign of something bad, so he brought his other leg up from the ground to wrap around her legs.

“Are you going to deny it?” he asked, his tone a lot softer than he intended. He brought his hands up and placed them over hers on his chest. “Well? Did you enjoy it or not; it’s a simple question.”

Her lips parted and he felt anticipation bubble, “Of course I enjoyed it, Malfoy, why wouldn’t I? What I didn’t enjoy was you ambushing me like that while I sat with all of my friends and Cedric.”

“Do you want me to ask next time?” he asked, stroking his thumb over her knuckles.

“Yes-no, there will be no next time.” she said, catching herself belatedly. He smirked and pulled her up closer to his face by her shoulders, “Ouch.” She mumbled, scowling.

“Sorry,” he whispered, rubbing the spot where he had grabbed her.

She looked down into his eyes, “Draco, what are you doing?”

He didn’t respond for a long time because how the hell could he explain it to her? It wasn’t as if he was in love with her or some romantic crap like that; he just wanted her to be his like she always had been. And again, how was he supposed to explain the logic behind that? It was just too complicated to explain, essentially, so he decided not to.

“I don’t know,” he finally managed hoarsely, bringing his hand to the nape of her neck. “I guess I just want what I can’t have.”

And then he kissed her.

It was a slow, experimental kiss that lasted forever and a day. It was odd and new and exciting and frightening. It was just something he never thought Granger would ever... well, she didn’t seem too excited to have anything to do with him a few days prior, so what changed? Was it simply her acknowledging his ah, linguistics? No, Granger wasn’t shallow like that even he knew. He deepened the kiss for what felt like only a second when his arm burned with the fire of a thousand suns. He broke away from her lips, eyes narrowed and glowering at the fire, left hand balled into a fist.

“You’re right,” he muttered, turning his head back to look up at her. “I’m despicable.” He sat up hastily, making her land on the cushions between his legs looking very confused and equally humiliated. “You don’t like me, Granger, I know that. I can’t make you change your mind - hell; I don’t even know why I’m so adamant about having you to myself. My reasoning is ridiculous so far... you’re a light crusader and I’m the bad guy you hunt down.”

She frowned, peering at him, “You got all of that from one kiss? Let me guess, faux Granger is a better kisser than I am?”

“What-” he choked, eventually catching her joke. He shook his head, “You, Granger, are one funny witch. No, you’re a far better kisser than she is.” He raked a hand through his hair; he fixed his stare on her. “Damn you, Granger.”

He reached forward and pulled her in his arms, lying back down on the cushions of the sofa. Draco closed his eyes, trying to ignore the sulphuric burning of his arm; it was hard, but he gave it his best effort. He knew he wasn’t being summoned but was about to receive his mission from The Dark Lord. He was pretty sure his father would be owling him any minute with a coded paragraph about potion ingredients and how to stir the cauldron. But somehow he managed to focus his thoughts on the witch snuggled into his body, her frantic hair splayed across his chest and right shoulder. She was looking at the fireplace, her brows drawn.

He smiled; he would have a hard time competing for with Diggory for this girl, even if he couldn’t offer her the world like the Hufflepuff could. It all came down to Granger, he supposed. She’d probably wanted children and a white picket fenced house; all he could give her was weekend romps and money to shop with.

He exhaled and shut his eyes, “I’m getting soft.”

“It;s okay to let go every once in a while,” she murmured, her voice sending vibrations through his chest. “You just can’t be running around willy-nilly doing as you please. People get hurt that way.”

He snorted, “Willy-nilly?”

“Yes,” he felt her smile and saw her brows relax. “Willy-nilly.”

“Tell me about your future, Granger.” He said, suddenly interested in what she hoped to achieve. “What do you see yourself doing?”

Her brows drew together once more and she shifted to look at him, “Well I hope I won’t be visiting you in Azkaban, for one.” He scowled at her. “I saw that thing on your arm, Draco. You’re better than that.”

“Do we have to do this now? Don’t spoil my moment.” He snapped.

“Why not? There hasn’t been a day that’s gone by that you haven’t spoiled one of mine.” She reiterated. “And this isn’t a moment, this is... this is just insanity. This is me trying to tell you that I know you are better than some nameless, faceless sheep in the heard of power hungry fools. Following this monster will only lead to your death.”

“And what of my death, Granger?” he growled. “Give me one name that’s going to give two figs if I live or die in this war.”

“Me!” she shouted, his face screwing up as she did so. Her whole body was trembling atop of his, “I will care! Your mother and father - Cedric will care!”

“Oh, fantastic, bring up the fiancé.” He drawled. “Like I told you, you don’t know anything about my family.”

She looked like she was suddenly in pain, torn between saying something she’d quite obviously just found out and not saying it at all. He sat up again, this time forcing her to sit between his knees and look him in the eye. She knew something he didn’t - again.

“Alright, Granger, let’s make a deal,” he said slowly and tightly. “If you tell me everything - and I mean everything - that you know, I will consider a different five year plan.” He paused. “Well, initially it was a three year plan so we’ll go with that.”

“I’m not telling you anything you could take back to that thing you call a leader,” she said acidly. “You expect me to betray my best friends? To betray Hogwarts and -”

“Granger!” he cut in loudly. “Just shut up! Shut up and tell me why you and my godfather looked to be sharing an inside joke our first night back and you tell me what you know about my family right now or Merlin have mercy on my soul because I will make you regret ever pursuing your magical abilities.”

Well.

He couldn’t believe what he had just said to her; he could see her eyes beginning to glisten, a sadness washing over her formerly determined expression. His shoulder dropped somewhat and he sighed.

“Granger-”

“Lucienne Diggory is your father’s sister,” she said with a trembling bottom lip. “And Snape... well I can’t reveal anything about that because I’m sworn by wizards oath. If I tell you, I’ll die.”

“Back up a second here,” he said, shaking his head. “Diggory’s mother is my aunt? My blood aunt?”

She nodded, “Cedric thinks your father doesn’t want you to know because it’d be a negative impact on everything he’s taught you. When I asked him about Tonks who is also your cousin and Andromeda, he said it didn’t matter as much because they’re on your mothers’ side and your mother doesn’t have half as much influence on your mind than that of your father.”

She had rushed it all out in one big breath, her chest heaving now before him. This was no time to get acquainted with those likely marvellous breasts she kept hidden, however. He dropped his gaze further to her hands which he was holding onto quite tightly. They were relatively small in his larger hands and he noticed her nails were neatly trimmed with a glossy sheen over them. He was getting distracted by the little things about Granger that he could barely focus ont he fact that Diggory wasn’t just any relative of his at all; the girl in front of him, the one he’d never have as a wife, was going to his actual first cousin. Diggory was Draco’s cousin... he didn’t understand why his father hadn’t told him, even with that pathetic excuse of the situation being able to change his mind about...

He lifted his eyes to meet hers, “Muggleborns.” He said breathlessly.

Merlin’s balls, it was true. He was already swayed by Granger in herself and now that he knew he had a blood aunt that wasn’t maniacal in every way, he felt oddly reassured that if things got worse, he’d always have yet another person to turn to.

After he begged and pleaded for forgiveness from his cousin after trying to steal his bride to be, that is.

He closed his eyes, “But I don’t want to give up.” He muttered, drawing his brows together, directing his now open eyes at the fire. “Why is this all happening to me at the hardest time of my life?”

He felt her palm cup his cheek, bringing his eyes back to hers, “You’re not like them, Draco. You shouldn’t have to choose; in your heart, you know what the right decision is. You know you want to live, so live.”

He frowned, placing his hand over hers that was against his cheek, “Yeah,” he murmured. “Maybe you’re right.” he nodded thoughtfully. “But then again, maybe you’re wrong. I can’t and won’t turn my back on my family.”

“Lucienne Diggory is your family, also,” she reminded him.

“Yeah,” his lips turned up into a horrible snarl. “That makes your boyfriend my family too, isn’t that just bloody convenient.”

“This isn’t a trick,” she said, looking offended and drawing her hand back into her lap. “It’s what Cedric told me... and told me not to tell you. I was going to straight away, but when he explained it, the way he explained it, I thought that maybe it was better off you not knowing. But now... if it helps you think a little clearer, then I’m glad I told you.”

“It doesn’t make me think clearer,” he said. “It only makes things more complicated.” At her curious look, he sighed. “You don’t get it, do you? I want you, Granger. I want you in my bed, every night and I want you there when I wake up I just don’t know why. I was raised a specific way and I know how to live that life - I’ve been living it since I was able to understand words. But the fact that shit pile after shit pile keeps getting dumped on my head, I can barely think straight.”

He palmed his crotch, grabbing it snugly, “I’m not even hard right now, Granger. I don’t even feel the need to fuck you like I own you right here on this bloody couch where you already fucked Diggory. And that’s sick, even in my head, watching you do that with him. With you, things feel too normal, too straight forward like I don’t even have to think. I feel sick when I see you two together, you know that? Maybe in the back of my mind it’s because I somehow knew he was my cousin or maybe I’m just jealous. I don’t know a damn thing when it comes to you and it’s driving me absolutely mental.”

She inhaled and drew in a deep breath, “So help me, Granger, the only thing in this war that’s going to kill me, is you. And you know what? I’m not going to be sad about it at all.”

He watched as a tear rolled down her cheek, “You don’t have to cry over me, Granger,’ he said, reaching up to swipe it with his thumb. “I’m not worth your tears. You should already know that by now.”

An hour went by and the two Heads’ found themselves seated on the rug in front of the fireplace, facing one another and sitting in silence. He wanted her to know what it was like to be him; she didn’t really have any idea, so he thought fuck it. Why not just tell her everything? He knew that he could trust her even if she could never trust him. she wasn’t the kind of girl to go blabbing such personal information unless it was going to help someone else. Besides, what’s the worst that could happen? Maybe he’d get a pity shag out of it, if he was lucky.

“Professor Burbage,” Draco started slowly, picking at a loose string on the rug. “The Muggle Studies teacher?”

“What about her?” Granger asked. “She’s been missing for a few months.”

“She’s dead,” he said quietly. “He killed her. Snape was there.”

“Oh...” she breathed, casting her gaze to his hands. “I... I thought she might be.”

“You don’t know what he’s capable of,” Draco told her. “He killed her like he was wiping a mark off a coffee cup. Like she was... expendable. But of course, everyone to him is in the end.”

“Even you.” She said softly.

“Even me.” he echoed ghostly. “I know I’ve never been anything but a prick, but it’s how I was raised, it’s all I’ve ever been taught. Trying to change now would be like starting my life all over again.”

She was silent for a moment and then she did the oddest thing. She dragged him to his feet and over to his bedroom door. Raising a brow at her, she pushed him in and pulled the door shut. He blinked at the hard wood for a moment before he heard her door shutting and then reopening again.

“Hello?” she called. “Is anyone in here?”

Draco laughed at her complete idiocy, “Crazy wench.” He muttered, opening the door and emerging into the common room, still smiling. “Who are you?” he asked, playing along.

“Oh,” she smiled brightly and approached him hand extended. “I’m Hermione Granger. I’m a Muggleborn.”

He resisted the urge to laugh and took her hand in his, kissing the back of her knuckles, “I’m Draco Malfoy,” he breathed against her flesh, his eyes holding her gaze. “Pureblood.”

“Oh,” she exhaled. “It’s nice to meet you. Would you like to be friends?”

He stood up straight and pulled her against him, “I’d like to be more than friends, how about you?”

Her lips parted, “This is part of the game, right?” she asked quietly.

He let a ironic grunt escape his lips, “Yes, Granger, it’s all part of the game.”

Author's Notes:

I went a little bit overboard on the dialog side of this chapter so i apologise if Draco is a little OOC here but hopefully I brought him back to normalcy afterwards. Heh. I don't know if I mentioned it, but Lucienne is my middle name. My mother is French and my father is British, hence the crazy long name. Imogen Lucienne. Anyways, hope you enjoyed and don't forget to comment! I'm in Australia at the moment so I'm away from my usual London time... that sounded smart. Erm... I mean to say that the time is quarter to three in the morning. Unfortunately this is when my mind is most active. But I'll be going to bed soon and you probably won't get another update for a few hours. Other than that, have a good one!

Imogen x
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