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No One But You	By : wanderingwizard Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 6143 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hello! It's been so long! I'm so sorry for the insane delay - I've had quite the year what with applying to medical school. However, recently this story has been swirling in my brain again and I wanted to get back to it. I definitely hope to post more regularly now that I have some free time. I already have the next few chapters planned out. Thank you for reading, especially if you've been with me from the beginning! I hope you enjoy it and I appreciate your comments letting me know you're here and want to know more. Happy Holidays everyone!

CHAPTER 4

With a large pop, Draco felt himself land in a large bedroom alongside the lanky elf who had just introduced herself as Pippy. Upon initial inspection, Draco saw very modernist accommodations. The furniture was adorned with hard edges, granite and marble tops, and smooth silver borders along the headboard and tables. The bed stood as the centerpiece to the room with a sturdy white marble base that was sure to withstand any illustrious activity. Black velvet cushions were pleated onto the marble headboard for extra comfort while the elevated bed was adorned by fluffy emerald colored pillows and blankets. Draco approved of whoever his interior designer was as he nodded in appreciation of the sleek room surrounding him.

“Welcome to your new home, Master Malfoy. I hope it has been curated just to your liking,” Pippy stated while standing proudly with her small hands behind her back.

Draco walked over to the large window, not used to being housed so high up in the Hogwarts towers. Draco was able to see the large Hogwarts grounds covered in deep green grass. In the distance he peered at the Forbidden Forest, curiously thinking how forbidden it would be for a professor.  He craned his neck to the left and was able to catch a glimpse of some students beginning to enter the castle for their starting ceremony.

“This will do wonderfully, Pippy,” Draco confessed with a smile toward the serious elf. Pippy nodded and offered, “Thank you, Master Malfoy. Mistress McGonagall wanted all of the attending house elves to remind the professors that their presence is expected at the opening feast which will begin in an hour’s time. Is there anything that Pippy can do to help Master Malfoy before the feast? If not, Pippy will leave and Master Malfoy can call for Pippy in the future.”

Draco chuckled at how formally his house elf was behaving, she took her job as seriously as a Queen’s guard. “No, Pippy. I do not need anything, you may be dismissed.” Pippy nodded one last time before popping away as quickly as they arrived. If only wizard apparating was allowed on Hogwarts grounds, maybe I could avoid what I’m sure will be a storm of awkward encounters, Malfoy thought. But he shook the thought away, whatever was to come, he would have to deal with it head on. There was no place to go but forward.

Draco sat down smoothly on a nearby velvet lounger, allowing himself a couple more moments to admire his surrounding before dressing into his formal robes for dinner. He noted the stone dresser and bedside tables that reminded him of Slytherin common room, though the red hinted wooden walls and soft light that emanated from the window and tower lighting were definitely new to him. He laid there for another ten minutes relaxing before deciding to move.

Atop the coffee table next to his lounger was an assortment of butter cookies. Draco grabbed a couple of them as he rose from his rest with renewed curiosity about what lay beyond his suite’s door. Draco popped a cookie into his mouth as he opened the grand door to discover a long hallway to his left and a sharp turn to his right. He heard excited elvish chatter around the corner and decided to explore further.

“This is the associate professor lounge; it’s similarly arranged to the house common rooms. Here are all of the chairs, with workspace and bookshelves along the walls and two fireplaces on opposite ends of the room.”

Draco peeked at the talkative house elf who was using both arms to explain the décor to the brown-haired girl who Draco could never mistake for anyone else. Hermione stood with her back to him, nodding along with the elf. Not wanting to startle the pair, he cleared his throat to announce his arrival.

It was the house elf that looked over at him first, with a quick tilt of her head to acknowledge his presence. “Mister Malfoy! Ruby did not expect you to be out of your room yet – has Pippy already gone off to help prepare the feast?” Ruby spun around to check the grandfather clock in the corner of the room before Draco could answer. “Oh no! Miss Hermione, Ruby has gone on and on and now you only have thirty minutes to prepare for the opening ceremony. It’ll take you fifteen just to get downstairs!” The elf looked both anxious and forlorn as she rambled to the witch.

Draco noticed Hermione, with her back still toward him, put a soft hand on the little elf’s shoulder in a calming motion while speaking gently, “That’s quite alright Ruby. I do not need much time to get ready anyways. And I much preferred your tour and our conversation.” With sad, but hopeful eyes, the elf peer up at the witch with admiration as she took a deep breath and responded, “Thank you, Miss Granger. Ruby is very excited to serve you this year. But Ruby really better be off, they’ll be wondering where she is downstairs already.”

Although Hermione flinched at the words “serve you”, she seemed to let it slide in the interest of time. Hermione dismissed her elf, “Do what you need to do, Ruby. I’ll be fine and will be downstairs in half an hour.” Ruby smiled to Hermione, then turned her head and nodded to Draco before leaving the pair alone.

All the softness that Hermione’s words and stance held with Ruby shifted dramatically once the house elf disapparated. She stiffened, standing taller as she turned to face Draco for the first time. Draco was sure she was trying to appear imposing, but all he really noticed was her elongated figure. She really had become quite willowy since he last saw her two years ago. If Hermione was a bit taller, she could have been working as a model in her down time with her light scowl and petite waist. Draco smirked a little at the thought. Regardless of how beautiful she looked, he doubted Hermione would spend her time modeling for clothing companies.

Hermione stood there for a moment longer, as if waiting for Draco to move or say something. Draco opened his mouth slightly as if to say something but found he did not have any words. Hermione stepped toward him and Draco wondered if she was going to break the tension in the air first. She continued to walk in his direction until she was less than a foot away. This might have been the closest he had ever stood next to Hermione without them snarling at each other.

“You’re in my way,” she said flatly with fire in her eyes. It was then that Draco realized he had never made it very far past the hallway of suites. He was standing in the archway that led back to their rooms. Draco stood silently in place, holding his tongue from the snarky response he wanted to instinctively retort from being caught off guard. Instead he took a slow breath, inevitably breathing in the sweet floral scent ruminating from Hermione’s hair. When he regained his composure, he realized how close they were. Without words, he stepped to the side, allowing her to pass. And she did, without a second look at him.

Draco sighed as the lovely scent drifted away from him before returning to his room to get ready for the feast.

Hermione walked away from the common foyer slightly sourer than she arrived. “Where does Draco get off on smirking at me and blocking my way to get ready? He better not think I’m going to take his bullying – I’m not eleven anymore,” Hermione half thought to herself and half mumbled aloud as she went back to her room to change. Their brief exchange only reminded Hermione that even if Draco had reformed his way of thinking and was hoping for a new start, they could never be friends. Hermione wanted a new beginning too, but there was too much bad blood between them.

Even though Hermione tried to push their exchange away from her mind while she pulled on her modestly cut, but form fitting robes, she could not help but dwell on why he was smirking at her. Did he think if funny for her to converse with a house elf? Probably, there was still a long way to go to change wizarding views on house elves. Or maybe he disapproved of the frumpy clothing she was still wearing for the long train ride. She would not put it past him to go back to making fun of how she looked the way he did when they were kids. Draco Malfoy never did understand was it was like to go through awkward phases, tame bushy hair, or grow into large teeth. He never failed to be the picture of lean muscular perfection and had always used it to his advantage. Hermione nodded to herself, knowing in her heart that Draco was used to getting what he wanted based on his looks alone, she did not need to spare any sympathy for him.

As she finished getting dressed, Hermione charmed her typically unruly hair into large bouncy waves that fell into each other. With a light dab of makeup, she finished getting ready and stood in front of her elegant standing mirror for one last check. Her robe was nothing fancy, with no little adornment or special fabric, but it fit her well and did not hang large or awkwardly like most of her clothing these days.

Hermione had purchased some enchanted needles before arriving that could tailor her clothing for her. She was slowly going through her wardrobe with them. Hermione liked most of her simple clothing and didn’t want to buy new ones given her recent weight loss, but she knew that she needed to do something about the fact that almost all of her outfits had become at least two sizes too big now. Hermione approved of the fit and decided she’d better be going; she didn’t want to be late.

Hermione shut the door with a soft click, hoping not to run into Draco again. “Colloportus,” she mumbled with her wand to the doorknob, locking the door before heading swiftly toward the tower wing’s exit. Thankfully, the trip was uneventful as she found herself alone, descending the maze of stairs that felt like second nature after all these years.

Once she got to the first floor, Hermione felt a sensation of new responsibility sweep over her as she entered the great hall from the professor’s entrance, rather than the grand entryway. It was less extravagant by far, but had its own charms as it covertly led straight to the head table. Hermione felt herself grin from ear to ear as she spotted Rubeus Hagrid, who waved excitedly toward her. Hermione noticed that students were still coming in and the festivities hadn’t officially started yet. She decided it would be a great time to say hello to her old friend.

“Hagrid!” Hermione exclaimed as she went into a warm hug with the half giant. Hagrid smiled proudly down at her as he spoke,“Well, if it i’n’t Hermione! Or should I say Professor Granger!“ Hermione playfully stuck her tongue out at Hagrid as she said, “Don’t worry, it’ll always just be Hermione to you, Hagrid.” Hagrid continued, “I wa’ so happy ta find out tha’ Professor McGonagall was able ta’ convince you to come back to us this year. We could sure use the help ‘round ‘ere.”

Upon hearing her name, Professor McGonagall peered over at the excited pair and smiled, having seen Hermione for the first time since she arrived. Hermione smiled back and politely waved before realizing that she probably should have gone to thank Professor McGonagall prior to visiting with her friend. She would have to remember to do so later, because people were starting to wind down as the first year students were being corralled through the entryway.  Still, it felt nice to see Hagrid and feel his wholesomeness, she hoped to spend more time with him this year. “I’m so happy to be here, Hagrid. Hogwarts has been home to me and it’s an honor to give back. But, we can finish talking later, It looks like the feast is about to begin, everyone is taking their seats. We’ll have to have tea soon though, it’s so great to see you!” Hermione said hopefully before returning to her seat on the far side of the table for the sorting ceremony.

It felt like it had been ages since Hermione heard or saw the innovative hat that decided everyone’s fate. She smiled warmly as she reminisced on her own time under the accessory and her pride at being placed in Gryffindor. Hermione was transported to another time, before all the craziness of the past few years, as she listened intently on the sorting hat’s newest song.

            There was a time when even I
            Was shiny, bold, and new.
            What a different time was then,
            For students there were few.

            Instead there were four wizards
            With big dreams of teaching others.
            Through starting this here school,
They became closer than brothers.

But they did disagree at once
About whom they would take.
They realized all quite quickly
The decisions they would make.

For Gryffindor, courage was found
To drive him into action.
He would prefer brave students
To fill out his dear faction.

For Hufflepuff, sincerity and kindness
Were necessary traits.
The most loyal and the fairest
Could solidify their fates.

For Slytherin, ambitious ones
Were powerful and righteous.
He was convinced his students
Would be the most tremendous.

For Ravenclaw, the cleverest
Would surely fair the best.
For they would become wizards
That were up for any test.

And so, this is how they chose
Their very precious students.
Until there came a time
When I was made with prudence.

The founders sure did wonder
How their house legacies would fair,
And this is how I wound up here
Sitting on this chair.

They gifted me with insight
To search your hopes and dreams.
So put me on and one by one,
Your house will be your means.

Hermione applauded with the rest of the crowd upon the hat’s finale and allowed herself to become transfixed with the unique process of house sorting. She was getting another chance to be at Hogwarts, the place of magic, learning, adventure, and friends. Hermione was intent on making the most out of this year, regardless of the fact that she now lived across the hall from Draco Malfoy.

Draco kept mainly to himself after entering the great hall and slipping into his seat right before the sorting ceremony. He hoped he had gone relatively undetected and was able to avoid the majority of the awkward stares by cutting his arrival time close. Draco scanned the table briefly to reacquaint himself with the professors. Of course, there was Professor Slughorn next to him, who was cheerily drinking and listening to the Sorting Hat sing. Draco dismissed the sorting ceremony, he had spent enough time caring about houses and bloodlines in the past. It didn’t hold hiss fancy as much as it once did, they were all just students. Instead, he decided to do some people watching.

Draco spotted teachers like Professor Sprout, Flitwick, Trelawney, and even Hagrid scattered along the lengthy tabletop. Professor McGonagall stared intently at the sorting ceremony from the middle of the table. Hermione on the other hand, was doing her own staring from the opposite end of the table.

Once the sorting hat was removed, the meal began. Hundreds of plates filled with hearty meats and delicious sweet treats were filled across the room. Even the first years who had just brimmed with nerves had a hard time resisting from digging in. As Draco reached for a meat pie in front of him, Professor Slughorn decided to pull him into a conversation about his food experiences in India. Although Draco was hoping to slip quietly in and out of tonight’s festivities, he was relieved to be seated next to someone who seemed sympathetic to his redemptive plights.

Draco nodded and said yes as was appropriate through Slughorn’s grand story, but his gaze steadily moved throughout the room as well, focusing on other things. Like the fact that Hermione seemed to be in good spirits and was talking to professors at the other end of the room, though she didn’t seem to have much food on her plate. No wonder she’s so thin, Draco thought. Draco moved his gaze to the rest of the room, full of students who were slowing down on their food and instead focusing on conversation and reigniting the friendships that stalled during the summer.

From scanning the room, Draco noticed many of the students looking back at him. There was a mixture of curiosity, confusion, and even anger in the eyes that he found. He was going to have an interesting year teaching them, to say the least. On the other hand, Draco watched the same students who looked at him with disdain turn their heads to Hermione in reverence. She provoked looks of adoration, excitement, and even lust.

To be honest, Draco could see why tonight. Hermione looked elegant in her plain black robes cut very fashionably. Her outfit hugged her nicely, showing off her round butt and bosom lightly. Her hair draped smoothly down her back, like a waterfall, as she laughed in her conversations. Her makeup was done with such a light but experienced hand that she glowed under the Hogwarts ceiling that had been bewitched to look like the night sky. She looked mature and like she was always meant to be there. Maybe she was, and Draco was seeing destiny unfold.

Draco laughed as he saw hormones rage through sixth and seventh years who looked longingly at their newest unattainable crush. Even though they were professors now, Draco and Hermione were not much older than these students. Draco could sense that at least a dozen seventh years were having this same thought. He knew from their gazes that to them, Hermione was a princess and heroine rolled into one.  She represented the poise, determination, and wonder that the wizarding world needed as they rebuilt anew.

Dinner ended without too much fanfare for Draco, he slipped away just as quietly as he had arrived once the Professors were dismissed. Hermione, on the other hand, had a line of students running up to introduce themselves. Draco was happy to leave with the knowledge that he would be able to walk to his room alone, preferring an uneventful end to his evening than another tense moment with Hermione.

Still, when he entered his suite and closed the door, his mind was stuck on her. As Draco brushed his teeth, changed into pajamas, and crawled into his new bed, he couldn’t focus on his new job just yet. Draco replayed the evening in his brain, realizing that he did more of staring at Hermione that night than pretty much anything else. He memorized her outfit, her expressions, and her appearance perfectly. This helped him greatly as he decided to address the rock-hard member that was fighting its way through his bottoms.

Draco pulled out his long penis and began to stroke himself as his eyes rolled back and he imagined Hermione having to get out of her nice robes just across the hall from him later that night. Draco imagined Hermione’s breasts escaping her shirt and bra as he began to pull faster, groaning lightly with the thought. If only he knew what her erect nipples would look like.

Draco imagined her stepping out of her pants and underwear, deciding that Hermione probably had a little curly haired bush covering up her most intimate spaces. Draco was pounding on himself, feeling a throb start in his thighs and extend to his toes, matching his accelerating heart rate. He saw her getting into her bed, naked, needing release just like he did. He imagined Hermione confidently stroking herself, squirming with each touch. Draco then imagined himself lying next to Hermione’s soft body, begging her to relax and let him take care of everything.

With the same hand he would soon draw his own orgasm with, he imagined touching her, feeling her warmth and her wetness. She yelled at the feeling, or was that sound coming from him? Draco exploded out of his daydream just as his head did the same.

Draco basked in the high of the pleasure surrounding him, grateful for his vivid imagination. As he drifted off to sleep, Draco thought he could definitely get used to seeing the beauty across the hallway every day this year.
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