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Gone Wrong	By : BranowynIvy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3077 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"I'm sorry."

Draco laughed easily, Hermione's strained voice drifting to his ears as the door swung open. He pushed it back against the wall, shaking his head at the sight of her. Her teeth were worrying at her bottom lip, her eyes wide and overflowing with mixed emotions. She looked anxious, shifting her stance nervously. Draco gave her a small smile, running his fingers through his disheveled, platinum blonde hair. It was early. He had to give it to her, she was timely. When he had heard the knock on his door it had been 8 o'clock on the dot and he had just risen, the water for his shower just running hot. "You should be, it's bloody early, Hermione."

Hermione returned his smile tightly. "Did I wake you?"

He shook his head, his brow arching. "Not quite. 5 minutes earlier though-"

She shifted again, her unease evident. "You said once that you like to get an early start on the day."

"You certainly do pay attention."

"Of course…" She frowned, looking down at the ground. Anywhere but at him. "Did you hear me?"

He leaned against the door frame, his lips twitching with amusement. "Barely, you didn't even let me open the door first."

Exhaling, her words rushed out. "I am sorry, Draco. I know why you don't want me to go, it is just that-"

He touched her arm lightly, effectively cutting her off, her eyes drawn immediately to the connection. "Hold that thought, how about you come in first? Have you had breakfast?" He stepped aside to give her room to enter.

Hermione hesitated for only a moment before moving passed him and turning around to watch him close the door behind them. He was still in his sleep clothes; black cotton pants and a white t-shirt. His feet were bare and his hair was loose. It was a good look, she decided as her eyes roamed freely.

"How about some pancakes?"

Her gaze snapped up to meet his, a blush stealing over her features. "Hm? Oh yes. That sounds wonderful, thank you."

Draco nodded, just barely resisting the urge to smirk and call her out on what he had just caught her doing. She was checking him out. Ha! She would be mortified if he said it out loud and though that would be highly amusing for him, it was probably not the best way to begin the day. So, with much effort he held his tongue and guided her through the maze that was Malfoy Manor . It was not long before they reached the kitchen. Draco pulled out a stool for her at the counter and she took it, seating herself while he went to find Protea the house elf.

Of course, the moment he began the search she appeared, watching him serenely as she always did. "Breakfast for you Sir?"

Draco smiled, "Good morning, Protea. Yes, pancakes for two today?"

"Right away." She spun on her heels and went to work without another glance.

Draco returned to Hermione fully prepared to face her anger and already scripting his defense. He had hired Protea and she could come and go as she pleased. She was not a slave, she was an employee…

"As I was saying earlier Draco, I did not mean to get so upset yesterday. I just really feel the need to end this. Closure? You understand that don't you?"

He was almost disappointed that she didn't argue with him about Protea. He sighed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he responded. "I do understand but I still don't think it is a good idea."

"I need to go with you on this mission." She insisted. She was trying to be softer than yesterday, less intimidating. Trying…

"You are asking me to go behind the Order's back. They barely trust me as it is, Hermione. Do you understand that?"

She nodded slowly, the frown that had been encroaching furrowing deeper. "I do and I hate that I am asking it of you but…I am asking. Please."

He lifted his eyes to hers, daring her to look away. "What happens if I say no?"

She felt the familiar sting of anger and she could not stop her reply. "I will try to find one of your team members and if that fails I will go alone-"

"Hermione!" He growled, slamming his fist down onto the countertop in frustration.

She shrugged, refusing to back down. "I am just being honest."

"Why are you so stubborn?"

"I could ask you the same thing!"

Draco shook his head, exasperated. She was exhausting and he did not have the energy for this. He grit his teeth, his jaw tightening. She would not let this drop and if she did not get her way? She would do something foolhardy. It was a no win situation. Damn! "Fine. You win. "

"Draco, please don't be angry-"

He pushed his stool back, standing abruptly. "7 days. Meet us at the safe house at dusk."

"Draco-"

He gave her a smile that did not meet his eyes. "Please enjoy your breakfast. Protea will show you out when you are finished." He didn't wait for her response. Let her be angry with him. She got what she came here for right? Now he remembered why he disliked her so much all those years. She was impossible!

Draco took the stairs two and at a time and slammed his bedroom door shut behind him. The water was still running in the bathroom and the sound called to him. When he opened the door, steam enveloped him in a rush and he breathed deep. He needed to take his mind off of it…of her. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside before he caught the hem of his pants, his thumbs tugging until they slid off his slim hips and he was able to step out. He strode over to the over-sized shower and stepped in without regard to the temperature. It scalded him, his pale skin reddening instantly.

He hissed in pain, both of his palms resting against the tile as he leaned into the spray, the muscles of his back clenching as he adjusted. It didn't take long before the pain eased and he was able to duck his head under the water.

He shouldn't let her go. He should change the date and go without her as planned. What was the point? To torment herself? She did not need to go through that. He could handle it.

Draco exhaled heavily, shaking his head at himself. So much for letting it go. He should have known he wouldn't be able to. Ever since their last mission he was tuned to her. He couldn't go long without thinking of her. She was in his dreams and on his mind. Always.

He closed his eyes tightly, willing her image to abandon him. Must she follow him everywhere? Determined to make the answer no, he took a step back and proceeded with his shower. He washed his hair and cleaned his body, rinsed the suds and all the while consciously forcing his thoughts to remain blank. He wouldn't think of her now, like this. Not once…

Damn.

Draco slammed his hand down on the faucet dial, cutting the water off instantly. Steam rose from his skin as he stepped out and glanced at the towel rod. He frowned. In his haste he had failed to grab his towel from the chair in his room. Double damn. He groaned audibly, the idea of leaving the warmth of this room still dripping wet made him cringe. Best do it quickly, like a band-aid…

His fingers wrapped around the handle and twisted until it gave way with a quiet groan. A step forward removed him from the warmth of the bathroom, his skin prickling with the cold. Shivering, Draco turned his body towards his destination, the action halted abruptly when he saw her. He blinked rapidly, frozen solid to the spot.

"Dra-…co…" Her eyes were impossibly large as she stared. At him. Naked.

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Protea had tried to show her out. She really did. She was insistent and polite but Hermione just couldn't leave it this way. She left the house elf in a tizzy, darting away to follow his path. She made a few wrong turns before finally finding it. It had to be his room. It looked lived in, comfy and definitely Draco. She had only just closed the door behind her to search for him when she realized that the water was running in the adjoined room.

Her gut twisted at the image that rushed over her. He was showering… She swallowed the sudden lump in her throat. He was…unclothed and wet. She felt a groan whisper over her lips.

Too long she stood, glued to that particular spot on the floor, wrapped in her own wicked thoughts. She wasn't paying attention. So thoroughly lost she did not hear the sound of the steady stream of water cut off. It was not until the door swung open that she was forced from her reverie. Her jaw dropped, her eyes widening as he stepped out from the mist that clung to him. This had to be a daydream.

A wet, tantalizingly taut and chiseled daydream. Of course, she did realize, somewhere in the back of her mind that this was not in fact a dream. His eyes were wide with shock and she felt her lips part, his name sliding off her tongue brokenly. Too many seconds flew by before she finally she shook herself, embarrassment taking hold. She stumbled backwards, her back pressed against the door. "I- I didn't mean… I just wanted to-"

He didn't move, not an inch. "Hermione." His voice was like silk. It caressed her over overheated skin and made her shudder.

"Hmm?" She was breathless.

His lips curled upwards, "You should probably turn around…"

"I should- Oh! I am so sorry!" She spun around, her cheeks impossibly red. This was a disaster! She rested her forehead against the cool wood squeezing her eyes shut.

"Hermione."

She shook her head.

"You can look now."

She groaned but otherwise remained as she was.

"You needed something?"

Slowly, she twisted until her back leaned against the door, her eyes still tightly shut. "I- yes…" She peeked, one eye squinting at him. He was still indecent, his chest still glistening tauntingly but a towel was wrapped around his hips securely. Not that it helped overly much. The image of his bare form was burned into her memory. All she had to do was focus and she could image the towel away…She opened her other eye and cleared her throat as she tried to pull her gaze up from his body to his face. Not that it helped. His silver eyes were alight with something…something she didn't dare name. "I didn't want to leave that way. " She licked her lips, her eyes darting involuntarily southward. "I feel bad. We have been on such…good terms lately."

"So you came to my room. To talk."

"I-…yes."

"Didn't you hear the water?"

Her breath caught in her throat, guilt and pure unadulterated embarrassment wracking her. She couldn't admit it. "No. I just walked in." Her voice shook and she cringed as his eyebrow arched in question.

"Well…here I am. Talk."

She blinked rapidly, her jaw working but unable to form any coherent words. Finally something resembling her voice sounded, "Maybe I should come back later."

His mouth quirked, "You seem uncomfortable."

The air in her lungs rushed from her, "You are naked!"

He frowned, "This is my room and I was not expecting company."

"Don't you have a towel in there?"

"Usually."

"You…" She glanced at the chair he leaned against, "I should go."

Draco nodded, his heart hammering in his chest. She hadn't moved. She was rooted to the spot and her eyes? They were hooded. He gulped and suddenly he felt the urge to go to her. Would she protest? She had been his every thought for days and now, now she was in his bedroom watching him so intently he could physically feel her gaze. He wanted this. Badly. Did she?

He pushed away from the chair and took a step forward. Her eyes lifted to meet his own. He took another step. Her lips parted and his gut clenched, another step and another. Before long he was right in front of her, his chest mere inches from her own.

He wanted for press forward, to capture her lips and touch her skin-

Hermione moved without thinking. Her chest heaved and her body tingled, she wasn't thinking straight. So when she pressed her lips to his, she was shocked; even more so when he returned the pressure. She moaned into his mouth, leaning forward. Her hands moved of their own volition. His bare skin was better than she could ever have imagined. He was hard, sharp muscles encompassed by soft skin. She trailed her fingers lower; skimming over his abdomen until the towel he wore halted her movement. She pulled back and their eyes met.

Draco watched her carefully; he reached out and caressed her cheek, brushing a thumb over her lips. "Do you still want to leave?" He had to give her the chance.

Hermione's lashes fluttered sweetly at his gossamer touch. She barely heard his question over the pound of her heart but she grasped the meaning. She didn't trust her voice with the response so wrapped her hand around his arm and pulled him against her roughly. She didn't miss the smile that graced his lips before they descended once more.

Once the decision was made and mutually, though silently agreed upon something broke within them. Years of hatred, pure and loathing. Years of grudging respect, honest and true. Months of friendship, weeks of admiration and days of something more all culminating into this one moment. Passion like she had never known swept through her. She wanted him, all of him. She wanted his touch, his mouth. She wanted him moving on her, within her and she would have it.

Hermione reached for the edge of her top, gripping it with shaking fingers and pulling it over her head. Draco drank her in thirstily. His nimble fingers grazed her revealed skin, reveling in the way she quivered against him. He reached around her and unclasped the last remaining barrier between himself and her breasts. They spilled out as she shrugged the piece of cloth off and he cupped them, his thumbs brushing over the taut peaks reverently. His head ducked and he took one nipple into his mouth, laving it with his tongue to pull soft sounds of pleasure from her throat. He would have more. He let his hands drift lower, he unbutton her jeans, unzipped and pushed gently, sliding them down her hips.

Hermione obliged, shimmying out of her pants while he maintained his contact with her body. She was hungry for him. She could tell he could be sweet, gentle and soft. But she did not want that. She needed him, suddenly and urgently. She reached out and tugged on the towel that covered him until it gave way.

Draco chuckled lowly, his teeth nipping lightly, dragging over her sensitive flesh. He stood again and swept her up into his arms. Quickly he made his way to the bed and laid her down. Her eyes latched onto his throbbing erection and his lust heightened. He leaned down, his fingers slipping under her lace panties and he rolled them down, tossing them aside.

Hermione reached up for him, grateful when he covered her body with his own. She spread her legs so that he could rest between them and caught his mouth in a kiss. Her hands roamed down his back, her nails dragging hotly over his skin. She arched her body, silently encouraging.

Draco groaned, his length brushing over her wet core, he could feel her heat. He lifted himself up and aligned their bodies. Hermione gripped his hip, ever urging. She pressed into him, her breasts forced upwards like an offering and as he sunk into her sheath he bent and captured her nipple in his mouth once again. She cried out as he filled her, the sensations he was creating unfathomable.

He let his lips trail up over her breasts, to her collarbone. He pressed kisses to her neck and jaw-line, eventually meeting her lips, his tongue thrusting in to her mouth hotly to mimic their bodies.

The moved together, give and take as their pleasure heightened. He pistoned into her, each thrust tearing a moan from her throat. Her nerves were on fire. Her mind was blissfully blank, her only thoughts of the feel of him. His hardness insistently demanding of her softness.

Her pleasure rose until she was teetering on the edge of something unspoken. His every movement drove her closer, dangerously so and she wanted it, needed it. She held him tighter, wrapping her legs around his waist as he pounded into her again and again. Her backed arched, the shock of her ecstasy like a bolt of lightning, sharp and hot racing through her veins as she finally fell over that edge.

She came apart for him, moaning his name and grinding her hips against his harder and faster as she rode out her orgasm. The combination of which demanding his own rapturous release. He pumped into her, emptying inside of her as her nails dug into his back. Sweet pleasure pain as he came down from his high.

Draco collapsed, rolling off to the side, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Wow."

He laughed aloud, pulling her slick form against him.

"Draco?"

He tilted his head, peering down at her as he caught his breath.

"I lied."

His eyebrow arched as she stood, sauntering over to the door to the bathroom. She glanced over her shoulder saucily, "I heard the shower running."

A smirk stole over his lips, "I know."

"I was distracted. The image my mind created of you…" She winked at him, "I'd very much like to see it in reality."

Draco licked his lips and stood, following her into the bathroom, only too glad to oblige.
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