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Mirror, mirror, on the wall...	By : Padfoot Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 47267 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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*Author*:
Padfoot
the Marauder

*Rating*:
NC-17

*Pairings*: HG/DM,
LE/JP, NB/LM, BB/LM

*Summary*: When
Hermione becomes Head Girl she accidentally discovers that the mirrors of her
private dorm provide a clear outlook into the Head Boy�s quarters. A view of
three generations of Head Girls dealing with this unusual phenomenon.
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*Disclaimer*: I own
nothing and nobody! These characters belong to JK Rowling. I promise I�ll return
them unharmed... sort of.

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CHAPTER
5:

1996
(a week later)

Hermione
walked over to the bathroom where she knew Draco was combing his hair and
brushing his teeth before he went to bed. Over the last week, she had become
accustomed to Draco�s little rituals. Yes, a week. A whole week she had been
searching in the library for a counter curse. But, until now, she had no luck in
finding one. What she did find was a voyeuristic side to her personality
of which she hadn�t been aware of. But then she figured that every human being
must have that flaw in some degree. Right now she was wearing a blue pair of
knickers and a slightly transparent white undershirt to go to bed. This was one
of the signs that she had successfully gotten over her shyness about stripping
down in front of Draco. She still had some pre-sleep preparing to do herself, so
she joined in with the last minute grooming. She flipped her right leg up the
sink, rinsed it with water and rubbed it in with foam. Then she reached for a
razor and carefully traced it up her leg. Hermione relished the weekends when
she could wear pants and she didn�t have to worry about having smooth hairless
legs. It was a Sunday now and tomorrow was school again, which meant she had to
wear a skirt. When she was finished shaving her right leg she dried it off and
moved over to her left one. She briefly looked over at Draco, who was running
his fingers through his freshly combed hair. Hermione couldn�t help but smile
whenever he did that. He looked so roguish when it wasn�t all in it�s
place.


�Ouch!� she yelped when she felt the sting of the razor meeting her
flesh. Great, now she�s even
mutilating herself because she�s too busy ogling Draco.


�Get a grip, Hermione,� she told herself, rinsing the blood
off.

*



�The
green, you ponce!� Hermione whispered. �Take the green!�.

Hermione
was sitting in a chair that she had dragged towards the middle of her bedroom.
She had her legs comfortably flipped over the edge of the seat and was looking
over at Draco�s side. Draco was currently engaged in picking out his clothes for
tomorrow evening when he would take off his school uniform. She smiled
approvingly when he took the green shirt he had been holding in front of his
chest, folded it and placed it on a chair ready for him to wear tomorrow.
Hermione was just fascinated about seeing Draco performing his personal rituals.
She almost felt like she was doing some sort of psychological study. She was
rather surprised when the day before yesterday he had come storming in after
breakfast and started throwing things around in a wave of rage. He looked so
angry, so helpless. She had wondered what could upset him so. She had never seen
him be taken aback by anything. Always the preverbal wall where everything just
bounced off upon. She almost felt sorry for him. She felt relieved when he
seemed fine again that evening; like she shared some part in his grief or
something. She feared she had grown
some sort of an attachment to Draco. Well, the Draco she watched when he wasn�t
aware of it anyway. She had grown to like this Draco in some degree. He was cold
nor rude, unlike the Malfoy she talked to behind the confinements of her room.
She liked to think of them as separate people. There was �Draco� and there was
�Malfoy�. �Draco� was the one she had just watched while he brushed his teeth
and who wriggled his nose in annoyance every time his hair kept falling forward
and got stuck in the paste. And then there was �Malfoy� who was the one who
yesterday called her a �bushy haired Mudblood� for the umpteenth time. She
probably made half the things up she ascribed the person she watched, but she
felt it didn�t really matter. She liked having this fantasy. She saw things
about Draco she guessed no one else ever got to see. She always did make sure
she didn�t get to see too much, if you get my meaning. She quickly knew where
and when Draco liked to get dressed and/or undressed and she carefully avoided
those places in those times. She figured that there were some boundaries that
were not meant to be crossed.

She
kept seated in her chair as she saw him move around the room, getting ready for
bed. She liked to wait to turn in herself until he was done. Why did she wait
for him? She couldn�t tell. It just felt... right. Comforting. Okay fine; she
was a bit lonely without any roommates. She guessed she felt that Draco sort of
filled that gap. At least he was pleasant this way... when he�d shut up. She
heard him mutter a spell to turn off the lights. She knew he was now going to
fetch his pyjamas and move into the bathroom again. Hermione turned of the
lights in her room herself. It was
almost full moon so the room was illuminated just enough to get by. She was
about to get out of her chair and move it back to it�s original place, when she
noticed something was off. She gasped.


�Holy sh...!�

It
seemed Draco was breaking routine this evening and was going to change in his
bedroom instead. He had already slipped out of his shirt and was now fumbling
with his pants. Hermione was halfway of getting up from her chair, but in the
surprise of seeing Draco without his shirt she lost her footing and fell back
in. When she looked up her eyes widened as she saw he had gotten rid of his
pants and whatever he wore under it (if he even wore anything under it).
Hermione was sort of hovering between shock and fascination. Before, whenever
she thought about the idea of seeing a man naked the thought �Yuk� was the first
thing that sprung to mind. Not that she fancied girls or anything, but she
always found the female body to be easier on the eyes. But for Draco she found
she had to make an exception. She was instantly reminded of Michelangelo�s
David. Lean and slender, but also muscular and manly. She realised her mouth had
fallen open and quickly closed it. But then it fell open again as she realised
he didn�t make any move in putting on any pyjama�s.

�He�s
going to sleep in the nude?� she wondered slightly panicky.

It
indeed was rather hot for September so it wasn�t all that crazy. But she didn�t know if she could handle
sleeping next to a naked man, as handsome as he might be. Sure, there was a wall
between them, but in her mind there sure wasn�t. She saw Draco move towards his
bed (getting a good view of his rear in the process) and lay himself on top of
the sheets.

�He�s
not going to lay himself under the sheets?� she thought, panicking even
more. �Oh bloody Hell!�.

She
slowly got up from her chair as if not to disturb him. Her legs felt wobbly. She
tried to keep her gaze at the floor while she moved towards her bed, but her
eyes seemed to have their own mind and occasionally flashed in the direction of
Draco�s naked body.

Hermione
crawled under the sheets and lay herself with her back towards the wall. She
closed her eyes and took deep breaths as if to prevent herself from
hyperventilating.


�Breath in, breath out, breath in, breath out, breath in, brea-� Her eyes
flew open as she heard a soft moan escaping from Draco�s lips.

Was
he doing what she thought he was doing?!?


�You�ve got to be kidding me!� she thought to herself. �Please
God, tell me you�re kidding!?!�

She
swallowed nervously. She shouldn�t be there. She had been in his presence in so
many different situations already, but this was too much. She was actually
surprised this hadn�t happened before, but she figured she had been lucky and
was conveniently elsewhere at the time(s). She flinched as she heard him groan
again. A soft sexy groan. Hermione wanted to get up and leave the room, but felt
she couldn�t. Her legs were like jelly. She didn�t really want to leave. She was
being a weakling and she knew it. She slowly rolled herself on her back and
looked over to Draco�s side. She gasped at the sight. He was looking utterly
gorgeous. His pale skin against the black silky sheets. His hand stroking his
arousal. Hermione was amazed at how different it looked when... you know... in
action. It didn�t look better, but it wasn�t ugly either. Hermione felt her
knickers getting wet just by looking at Draco. She saw him rubbing his palm over
the tip of his erection, smearing some pre-cum over it along the way. Hermione
shifted herself to the mirror as close as she could. Draco�s face was wrinkled
in both pleasure as concentration and his silvery hair lay freely over the
velvety pillow, loose and unbound. His grey eyes were dark and filled with
yearning. He looked so beautiful it was breathtaking. Hermione knew it was odd
to be calling a boy �beautiful�, but that was the only way she could describe
him that felt right.

A
minute ago, when she was planning to run out of the room, she would never have
imagined what she was be going to do now. She let her hand wander down her body
and under the waistband of her knickers. She jolted slightly as she found her
sex. She was soaking wet, as she had expected. She quickly found the little
bundle of nerves that she knew could ease the burning ache, and started rubbing
it. Meanwhile she kept looking at Draco, pumping away at his swollen member. He
had quickened his pace, obviously needing release. Hermione slipped two fingers
in her entrance. She heard Draco groan and she moaned in reply. She quickened
her thrusts, turning up the friction. She could count on one hand the times she
had given into the need to masturbate and still have fingers to spare. Until now
she had never been able to make herself climax. She was still to unfamiliar with
her own body to know what buttons to push, but was too self-conscious about it
to experiment randomly.

Draco
arced his back as he came. He bit his lip, trying to stifle his moans. His semen
spraying over his hand and stomach in the process. Hermione�s eyes were fixed on him while
she was still vigorously rubbing herself. Her body jolted when she felt a new
sensation pass through her.

�Wow,
never felt that before� she thought, feeling slightly stunned.

She
bit her lip in agony when she felt herself being transported to a feeling way
more intense then she had ever felt before. She kept slipping her fingers in and out
of her entrance while she used her other hand to focus on her clit. Then all of the sudden her legs started
to shake and nothingness overwhelmed her with the suddenness of a cold wave
crashing down on a sun warmed beach. Her eyes flew open in surprise and her back
arced up from the bed. With one hand she grabbed the bed sheets as if to hold on
to something. Her jaws unhinged and a loud moan from deep within her throat
escaped her lips.

Her
body was shaking from release as it landed back unto the bed. Panting vigorously
she stared up at the ceiling with an incredulous look on her face. Never had
this happened to her before. This
feeling of pressure flowing out of her body and being replaced by... by what?
She couldn�t really describe what it was replaced by, but it was something good.
Something that felt both soothing and thrilling. She looked over at Draco who
with a little wave of his wand cleaned himself from his juices. She removed her hand from her sex and
rubbed it off on the outside of her panties. She felt that her clothes had gone
damp, both from arousal as from sweat.


�Oh screw it� she thought. She slipped her panties off, pulled her shirt
over her head and flung them across the room. She nestled herself under the
sheets and after sneaking one last look at Draco she let sleep take her.

*****

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