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You Change My Mind	By : AkashaTheKitty Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 9501 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The mark on her
neck wasn�t that bad, Hermione concluded as she was standing in front of the
mirror after she had given up getting any more sleep. And it wasn�t as if
anyone would see it. Except herself. And him. Hermione closed her eyes and groaned. Encouraging
Draco to have his way with her really wouldn�t be the smartest thing to do at
all. She didn�t know how she had managed to not wake up while he�d been kissing
her, but she�d better sleep lightly from now on. She didn�t want to know where
he�d take it if she didn�t.

But the problem
was, no matter what she did, he could take it wherever he pleased, whenever he
pleased.

Then why not do it? A tiny
voice asked.

Hermione was
appalled at herself. So, it had felt nice, yes. But dreams were odd like that. She�d
once had a highly inappropriate dream about a unicorn that had felt much the
same and that didn�t mean anything more than a confused subconscious.

But, the voice persisted. He can take you anyway and you know that,
soon, he will. So why not brave the inevitable and get him to lower his guard
in the process?

Could she do
that? Could she really do that? Could she willingly sleep with the enemy in
order to find a way out? She supposed that people had done much worse things
over the ages, but the question was: How much was she prepared to sacrifice for
her freedom? And, would she even be able to?

*****M*M*****

The next time
Draco showed up, he brought her some nightclothes. It reminded Hermione acutely
of the night he had kissed her and she looked away, too embarrassed to react.
She had sort of made up her mind, but now that he was here, it was so much
harder. She felt awkward, very awkward.
She glanced at the lamp. Perhaps it would be easier if it was darker, or�

�What?� he
asked.

She jumped.
�What what?�

�Why are you
fidgeting? Is this because of last time?� he had the audacity to smirk.

�N-no, it�s
nothing.� Hermione shook her head.

How did one do this? Did she just say �ok,
do whatever you want� or did she have to� do something? There was apparently no
great seductress lost in her. She glanced at him apprehensively and noticed
that he was now frowning at her. Oh, that was great. Making him annoyed was
sure to get her what she wanted.

�You�re still
fidgeting,� he said.

�No, I�m not.�

�Yes, you are.�

�No, I�m not.�

�Yes, you are.�

�I�m not.�

�You are.�

�Not!�

He squeezed his
eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose. �I can certainly see why they
called you the brightest witch of our age.�

Hermione flushed
a bright red. Ok, this wasn�t going very well. �I�m sorry,� she mumbled.

�There�s clearly
something you want, so out with it, already.�

This would be a
good place to blurt it out, so Hermione opened her mouth, but the words stuck
in her throat. Not a sound came. Eventually, she decided to close her mouth
again.

He was now
looking a bit amused. �What? Do you need some embarrassing female products or
something?�

Hermione flushed
a bit again but shook her head.

�Then what?�

Her eyes dropped
to his lips, noticing their fullness, imagining how they�d felt on hers, and
his whole demeanor instantly changed from amused to wary tension.

�You�ve got to
be joking,� he breathed.

Hermione didn�t
think she could take any more of this. It was a stupid plan anyway; she was far
from sure it would have worked, so she just shrugged and turned her back on
him, hoping to disguise her mortified look.

She felt his
hands on his shoulders a second later, applying a slight pressure to get her to
turn.

�Why?� he asked.

That was
actually a very good question for him to ask. One that she
hadn�t considered.

She shrugged.
�M-maybe I just want to.�

He looked
singularly unconvinced. �Try again, Granger.�

She looked him
defiantly in the eye, although she�d really prefer to hide in a hole. �I�ve been
here for close to six weeks, you know,� she said. �A girl has needs.�

�So you expect
me to believe that after being away from your lover � still that Weasley, is it? � for six weeks, you will be desperate
enough for a shag to throw yourself at a Death Eater?�

�Oh, forget it!�
she huffed, trying to free herself from his grip.

�Not on your
life, Granger,� he mumbled. �I don�t know what you think you�re up to, but I�ve
never been one to let an opportunity like this pass me by��

She stilled. Was
he saying what she thought he was saying? She looked up at him and he was
staring at her hungrily. It unsettled her.

�Maybe I don�t
want to anymore,� she whispered, suddenly feeling apprehensive.

�Too late for
that,� was his reply, as he grabbed her arms tighter and pulled her closer.

Her eyes widened
and her heart began hammering in her chest with a mix of arousal and fear. What
did he mean, �too late�? She struggled against him, but he merely tightened his
grip further.

�Stop it,� he
hissed. �You wanted it and now you�ve got it.�

She shook her
head. �I-I��

He didn�t allow
her to finish the sentence, but covered her mouth with his, sliding one hand up
to tangle almost painfully in her hair and another hand down to rest on her
waist. When she opened her mouth to object again, he deepened the kiss, sliding
his tongue inside her mouth.

To her own great
horror, Hermione felt her body reacting much as it had when she had been
asleep, yet this time she didn�t have the excuse of dreaming. She had never
thought herself to be wanton, but right now she was proving herself to be just
that, as she sighed against his lips and her arms somehow got around his neck.
His kiss turned as hungry as his gaze had been and she knew there was no way to
avoid this. She felt panic rising inside of her, but at the same time the
adrenaline was heightening her arousal.

She wasn�t
supposed to like it. He was not a good guy. He did not care about her and he
never would.

His hand that
had been on her waist was finding its way up under her sweater and t-shirt to
cup her breast through her bra. She moaned at the contact, and she felt him
react to it. He broke away from her.

�I take back
some of my suspicions,� he mumbled. �You really do want this, don�t you?�

Again, Hermione
was acutely embarrassed. �A gentleman wouldn�t comment on that,� she replied.

He chuckled.
�I�m not a gentleman. I�m an aristocrat. There�s a difference.�

He grabbed the
edge of her sweater and pulled it over her head, doing the same thing with her
t-shirt, leaving her in her trousers and a bra. She felt exposed. An idea
occurred to her.

�What about
you?� she purred, letting her hands slide down his front, hoping to find his
wand. If she could just get it from him, then she wouldn�t have to go any
further.

His hands caught
hers. �I don�t think so,� he said.

She raised her
eyebrows at him. He couldn�t know
what she had been thinking� could he? He hadn�t used Legilimency,
she knew that much, but perhaps he was merely being cautious.

�Get on the
bed,� he commanded.

She glanced over
at the bed. She wasn�t too sure that she really wanted to go near it.

�Well, go on,�
he said impatiently.

She did as he
asked, because there was little else she could do. In the few seconds it took
her to go there, he had removed his dark robes, placing them at a safe
distance. Underneath his robes he was wearing black trousers and a pale green
shirt. Not bad-looking on him at all.

What was she
thinking?

Well, if I�m going to sleep with him, I might as well
enjoy it.

No. No, no, no,
no. No. Not an option. She would hate
every second of it.

He flashed her a feral grin as he moved closer. �No need to look so
scared. I won�t hurt you� Unless you want me to?�

She gave him a
disgusted look. �Certainly not!�

�It figures that
you goody-goody types wouldn�t know how to have fun.�

�Pain is not fun.�

�You say that
now�� He had reached the bed and was now looking hungrily at her breasts in
spite of her having crossed her arms protectively over them.

Hermione
squirmed uncomfortably. �Look, Malfoy��

�Unless you�re
going to tell me how you want it then forget it,� he interrupted.

She snorted. �As
if it matters how I want it.�

He glanced at
her face and smirked in his most annoying way. �Ah, but I live to please my
pet, hadn�t you noticed?�

�Fine, here�s
how I want it: Over. Fast.�

She just
couldn�t help herself. Her pride had a really hard time dealing with this
predicament. His smirk disappeared and she thought for a second she saw anger
flash in his eyes. Then it was gone, carefully hidden behind a mask of
indifference, and he shrugged.

�If I didn�t
know any better, I�d think you were having trouble dealing with what you want.�

She sneered at
his too accurate guess. �It�s not you I want, Malfoy. It�s what�s between your
legs.�

She couldn�t
stand his arrogance and she didn�t know why she�d come up with this inane plan
to begin with. He leaned over her and tugged at her legs so she was flat on her
back beneath him. �How fortunate. I want what�s
between your legs, as well.� Before she could respond to that crass reply, he had
bent to claim her mouth again.

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Whops, seems like I ran out of
words for today! What a bummer, huh? XD
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