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No Problem	By : BranowynIvy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 8847 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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15 weeks

Draco watched the girl in him arms sleep peacefully, her lashes fluttering sweetly as she dreamed the night away. He frowned as he suddenly felt the urge to press a gossamer of a kiss over each eye lid. His gaze fell to her lips and his gut tightened. After all this time. He still wanted her. In fact…he wanted more from her. He tightened his hold on her, reveling in the simple feel of her warmth against him. He sighed heavily, now was as good a time as ever to finally think about it.

It being this. This being her. Her being Hermione Granger. A small smile touched the corners of his lips, who knew the know-it-all Mudblood would capture him so? She was strong willed and fiery. She kept him on his toes and he had not experienced a dull moment yet. Making up his mind, he shook her lightly, "Hermione?"

She mewled softly, attempting to bury her head deeper into his side and he chuckled. "Hermione, wake up."

She opened her eyes then, watching him with sleep glossed eyes, "Hmm?"

"We need to talk."

Hermione laughed and blinked several times to clear her vision as she rested her chin on his chest. "About?"

He took a deep breath and motioned at their flush bodies, "This."

She frowned at him in confusion, concern etching onto her features. "Us?" Understanding dawned on her and she sat up, hugging the sheet to her naked form. "Really? Is…is something wrong?" She bit her lip, worrying at it as she waited for his answer.

Draco nodded, his expression solemn. "Very."

She scooted away discreetly as a feeling of panic rose in her. She turned her face from him but Draco touched her chin gently to encourage her to look back. Reluctantly, she complied and watched him with swimming eyes. Stupid, stupid, stupid! She berated herself internally; she had known this was coming…

"I have a problem." He stated calmly, secretly enjoying the way she was squirming. Maybe he was cruel…

"What is that?" She asked, cautious as ever.

"I am having difficulty…continuing this relationship."

Her heart fell but she nodded, refusing to show it anymore than she had. He wanted to end it? No! "I understand."

"No you don't." He said firmly.

Hermione shrugged her shoulders, trying to be as unconcerned as possible. It was not very convincing, she was sure of it. "What do you mean? Of course I do. You don't want-"

He shook his head and pressed a finger over lips to silence her, "If I asked you a question. Would you bite my head off?"

He let his fingers caress her lips and she parted them for him, tilting her to the side. "No…" She whispered nervously, wishing she could stop the butterflies that flew erratically around in her stomach every time he touched her.

He smiled slowly, sinfully, "How much do you care about what your friends think?"

Hermione did not understand and her expression told him so. Determined to make her understand he leaned in and kissed her, hard and rough. He tugged on her lip with his teeth and ravaged her mouth with his tongue. Finally he turned his mouth away, his forehead resting against hers, "I think we should name this."

"Name it?" She asked breathlessly.

He nodded without breaking their contact, "Tell people."

She laughed softly, hope re-burgeoning within her. "Tell them what, Draco?"

"About us. I mean…maybe not ALL about us but you know, the G rated stuff." He laughed with her and placed another kiss, feather light on her lips. "What do you think?"

She shook her head. "Impossible."

He pulled away. "What?" It was his turn to fight the anxiety.

She traced the edges of his abdomen with a single finger, "You? I bet you are going to spill all the spicy stuff the second you get the chance." She kissed him again, rising up and onto her knees so that she towered over him. "That's okay though. You can brag." He smacked her bottom hard enough to sting but Hermione only giggled, leaning further into him.

"What about Potty and the Weasel?" He wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face between her breasts, licking the sides and enjoying the way her body responded. She moaned for him and he felt his excitement growing against her thigh. She quivered the image of his naked and ready for her burned forever into her mind.

"They will get over it." She reached down to cup him through the barrier of the sheet that still covered him, "What about your reputation?"

He gasped. "Fuck it."

Hermione laughed wickedly, "Yes please…" She teased.

Draco pulled away yet again, "Not so fast. We still have not actually named it."

She sighed and halted the hand that itched to wrap around him and ensure he had nothing else to say. "How about we are…together?"

He scoffed, "That is pitiful."

She gripped him harder and he moaned hoarsely, "Can you come up with better?"

"We could tell them that we are lovers. Dirty, lusty lovers."

Hermione slapped his arm, "That would not go over well."

Draco shrugged then, suddenly not so concerned with this conversation. "Together is fine with me, as long as it is clear that you are off limits."

Her brow arched in surprise, "Off limits? My, my does someone have a possessive streak?"

He leaned over to her and licked from navel to nipple, suckling on the hardened peak before he gave her his response, "Very much so."

"Good, me too." She dragged the silken sheet over his erection and off of his body as she pushed him down to the bed. "Draco?"

"Hmm?" He let his hand travel down her torso, over her hip and down her backside.

She kissed his cheek sweetly before lowering her mouth to his ear, "If you break my heart…I will curse your finely tone ass. Deal?"

Draco chuckled; though he knew she was serious…still he caught her gaze and held it. "Deal."

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The next morning Draco and Hermione woke to another day as Head Boy and Head Girl at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They showered together, washing away the evidence of their previous night. They dressed in silence and readied for the day much the same way. Eventually they arrived at the exit, facing one another. Hermione's brow arched in challenge as she held her hand out. Would he take it?

If they stepped out together, hand in hand, there was no turning back. There were rumors of course about the secret steamy affairs they were having behind closed doors but to do this? Everything would change. A moment came and went and Hermione felt her hand grow heavy, suspended in the air waiting for his touch. Would he take it?

Draco watched her carefully, a mix of emotions crossing her expressive face. He knew what she feared. This would be irreversible. They had started this year with pure, unadulterated hate. But something had happened that night they punished one another, their anger and passion emerging as something else all together. Could such a strong emotion as hate truly morph into lust, even something more? He thought so because as he watched her standing in front of him he wanted nothing more than to take her hand and squeeze it tight. To reassure and comfort. There was no turning back now. He took her hand in his and pulled it to his lips.

Hermione smiled nervously at him as he whispered a kiss over her knuckles. She took a deep breath and they turned together, Draco's hand resting hesitantly on the door knob for only a second. Here goes nothing.

They stepped out into the hall together and Draco twisted to face her. He caught her eye and gave her his most practiced smirk, Hermione returned it with a smile of her own.

15 weeks and counting

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