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Change of Mind	By : hermyoneminusone Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 26841 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Draco barely caught a glimpse of Hermione as she was swiftly walking away from the Great Hall. She turned a sharp corner, and continued to storm off, unaware of the blonde that was close behind her. When Draco was within earshot, he called out to her.
“Granger, wait.”
Hermione spun around, her face pink from crying.
“You left your book in the Hall.” He said awkwardly, handing her the heavy volume.
She swiped it impatiently from his hands, and turned on her heel.
Hermione was caught in a vortex of emotions. She was embarrassed because Malfoy had seen her cry over the boy who cheated on her. She was confused as to why Malfoy was being so civil with her. She was annoyed with herself, and how emotional she was being. But most of all, she was furious. Furious because Richard was making her feel all those things. She was furious because he had made her think that she was special. She was furious at herself for believing him.
Revenge. The word floated back into her conscious from the depths of her mind. Hermione almost smiled at the notion; it was so tempting. But how would she do it? She wanted to prove to herself that she could move on, and yet do something that would give a blow to his ego. She would think more of it later.
As she became more aware of her surroundings, she realized that somebody was following her. She stopped. The footsteps behind her stopped as well. She turned around to face Malfoy's towering figure. He was studying her face with a look she had never seen before. He looked almost... concerned? Hermione chuckled to herself at the ridiculousness of that thought, and instantly removed it from her mind.
“What do you want?” She asked brusquely.
Draco weighed his options in a split second. This would be his only chance at getting what he wanted, despite how undesireable the circumstances were. He closed the space that was in between them in two fluid steps. Hermione found herself crushed between Draco and the cold castle wall. She dropped the book she was holding.
“I want you.” He said simply, answering her question. In one swift motion, his lips were locked on to hers.
Hermione's body froze and her eyes widened in shock. What was happening? Was Draco Malfoy actually kissing her? Her first instinct was to knee Draco as hard as she could where the sun didn't shine, but as he continued to kiss her, her body started to give in. Tentatively, she placed her arms around his shoulders, and he responded by gently pushing his body against hers.
She kissed him back, and she felt him smirk against her lips. The kiss was tender, but she felt that there was something more to it. There was some kind of animal desire behind it, and she wanted more.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, and tangled her hands in his soft hair. Draco, picking up on her actions, snaked his tongue into her mouth and put more weight onto her, feeling her breasts crush against his chest. He roughly withdrew from the kiss, and began to nibble and suck on her neck. His tongue traced circles around the bit of sensitive skin between her jaw, and he earned a little moan of pleasure from her. Hermione was breathing hard, and her head was spinning. She couldn't think straight. She hadn't felt this good in a long time.
“Wh – Why?” She managed to gasp out, as Draco continued the attack on her neck.
Draco waited a few moments before he responded. “I had a change of mind.” He said honestly, now trailing kisses down her neck. He pulled off her heavy school robes and threw them to the floor. Hermione yelped with surprise as Draco unbuttoned the front of her shirt. She felt the cold air touch her warm skin, and it caused her nipples to harden.
“Malfoy!” Hermione squealed, pushing him away.
He was caught off guard, and he stumbled backwards. Hermione covered her chest with her discarded robes. “Not out here!” She whispered, flushing a red color.
Wasting no time, he scooped her up and carried her into the nearest vacant classroom.
Hermione quickly took out her wand, and set up a locking and silencing charm. As soon as she had put her wand away, Draco had her pinned to the wall again.
He tossed her robe to the ground and continued unbuttoning her blouse. Hermione's breathing hitched as he expertly removed her bra, revealing her perky, round breasts. They looked exactly as he had remembered them.
“You're fucking sexy, Granger,” He growled, before taking a breast into his mouth.
Hermione gasped. His wet, velvety tongue swirled around her sensitive nipple. He nibbled on the tiny piece of flesh oh so gently, making her shiver with pleasure. Hermione began to unbutton his dress shirt, her fingers stumbling with the small buttons. Once she undid the last one, she tugged the shirt off him. The dim lighting of the room cast shadows all over his toned muscles. Hermione stared at his beautiful figure with awe. She knew that he was fit, but never to this extent. He looked like one of those male swimsuit models she used to ogle at in Muggle magazines.
“Like what you see?” Draco asked huskily, still playing with her breasts.
Hermione nodded, unable to speak. Draco went back up to kiss her neck, and he snaked a hand under her skirt. He ran his hand down her smooth legs, then back up until he reached her white cotton knickers. He traced her slit with a finger and smiled when she whimpered at his touch.
He began to gently trace circles around her clit through her damp knickers.
“Oh!” Hermione moaned, digging her nails into the soft flesh of his back.
He lowered himself to pull off the offending piece of clothing, smirking when he saw the tiny pink heart embroidered at the hem of her panties.
Draco traced a line down her slit once again, then pushed a finger up into her wet folds. His finger barely fit inside her tightness. He growled as the large bulge in his pants strained.
He slowly withdrew his finger from inside her, then quickly plunged it back into her wetness. He began stroking the rough groove of flesh on her upper wall until her breathing became shallow and ragged.
“Oh... Oh! Malfoy I'm no – not going to la – last longer if you keep doing that!” She said, moving her hips along to the rhythm of his finger.
“That's the idea, sweetheart...” He said as he started to trace circles around her clit with his other hand.
Hermione felt the pleasure pool in the pit of her stomach until it was almost painful. Just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, she climaxed. She shrieked in pleasure, letting the waves of her orgasm crash over her. Her back arched and she continued to dig her nails into Draco's back, almost drawing blood. Malfoy withdrew his finger from her dripping pussy, and carried her to the nearest table, where he lay her shaking body down gently. She was breathing hard, and her whole body was flushed pink. He quickly unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned his pants. His cock was hard, and it was throbbing painfully beneath his boxers.
Hermione shakily lifted herself up and stared at the giant tent in Malfoy's pants. Gathering what strength was left in her, she hopped off the table, and kneeled in front of him.
“Let me.” She said, pulling down his pants.
Malfoy looked down at her curiously.
Hermione slowly pulled down Draco's briefs, preparing for her encounter. Her eyes widened as his cock was freed from its confines and bobbed freely in front of her face. It was large. Very large. She gulped. She gently grabbed his member at its base, stroking its softness. She could see every vein straining through the delicate layer of skin. Draco hissed at her feather soft touches.
“Granger, it won't break!” He growled impatiently.
Hermione looked up at him. His face was twisted in pain and pleasure, and he was fiercely gripping the edge of table. Not waiting any longer, she put the head of his cock into her wet mouth. Draco groaned loudly in surprise; he wasn't expecting that. Remembering what Lavender told her about giving a good blow job, (she never thought she would use that piece of information), she fit as much of him inside her mouth as she could, and she sucked while she massaged her tongue underneath his member.
“Fuck!” Draco swore, tightening his hold on the table.
She bobbed her head up and down his member, while Draco strained himself from thrusting into her mouth to match her rhythm. She moved her hand up and down his cock, sucking on his head as though it were her favorite lollipop. Draco groaned, and felt the familiar sensation beginning to build up his shaft. Abruptly, he grabbed Hermione by the shoulders and lifted her up. He roughly set her on the table and looked her in the eye.
“I can't wait any longer, Granger. It's now or never.” He told her hoarsely, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Hermione sat there for a few seconds, thinking of what she was about to do. This would be the ultimate form of revenge against Richard. But she didn't want to shag Malfoy in spite of Richard. She made up her mind.
She looked into his lusty grey eyes and gave the tiniest of nods.
Draco pounced on her like his life depended on it. In less than a second, her skirt was up, and his throbbing cock was at her dripping entrance. He slowly dipped his head into her opening, allowing her tightness to adjust to his size. He was entering her painfully slow; it felt like hours until his head was engulfed inside her.
“Ah!” Hermione gasped as her pussy stretched to accommodate his intrusion.
After what felt like a lifetime, Draco was fully sheathed inside her slippery heat. It was better than anything he'd ever imagined. He stared at her flushed form for a split second before taking himself out almost all the way, and thrusting back into her delicious warmth. Hermione moaned as the pleasure washed over her with every thrust.
“You are so tight Granger,” Draco groaned out as he grabbed onto her waist, bringing them closer together. He maintained a steady pace, and Hermione tried her best to meet him with every thrust.
"More, please!" She whimpered as she felt herself getting closer to the edge.
He began slamming into her, and her breasts shook with every thrust. She felt the familiar pleasure begin to pool in the pit of her belly, the ache becoming almost unbearable as he fucked her hard.
Hermione screamed as her second orgasm ripped through her like a tsunami, every single part of her body aching in pleasure. She arched her back, and dug her nails into Draco's biceps. Her toes curled as each wave of the climax crashed through her body. Draco groaned as her pussy walls quivered around him, entreating him to give in to his own release. He buried himself into Hermione's molten core as far as he could and he came, hard. He buried his head beneath the crook of her neck until he was spent, his breathing ragged.
They stayed in the same position for a while, and then he slowly withdrew his deflating member from her. He grabbed his wand from his robes that were strewn onto the ground, and he cast a quick Scourgify on himself and Hermione.
He looked at Hermione's nude form resting on the table. How could he have thought she was a prude when he just had the best shag of his life with her only minutes ago?
Hermione sat up. She jumped off the table, not realizing how weak in the knees she was. She almost fell over when she felt Draco's arm wrap around her torso.
“I don't think you'll be walking properly for a while, Granger.” Draco said softly, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Hermione didn't know what to say to that. Slowly and shakily, she began to pick up her clothes, and she dressed herself. She had just finished putting on her robes when Draco stopped her from walking out the door.
“Granger, wait.” He gently grabbed her arm.
She turned around. Draco sighed. He had to suck up his pride, and tell her.
“I'm sorry.”
Hermione was confused. Did he already regret what had just happened?
“You're sorry about what?”
“About our past. I'm sorry that I acted like... like such a git.” Draco said, struggling to voice the last part of his apology.
Coming from somebody else, Hermione would have thought that apology was a load of bullocks. But she knew that what Malfoy had just said to her was the most heartfelt apology she would ever get out of him. She looked into his grey eyes and saw the sincerity in them.
He frowned slightly. “We can never be friends.”
Hermione nodded in agreement.
“And... I'm sorry about what happened with you and Praxley.” He said, looking down at the floor.
Hermione raised her eyebrows. She was impressed; two apologies from Malfoy in one night? It really was Christmas. She still said nothing.
They were silent for a few moments. Draco cleared his throat.
“Right, then. If you'll excuse me, I have more productive things to do than stand around in dark classroom.”
He was almost out of the door when he popped his head back in.
“See you around, Granger.” He drawled, winking suggestively.
~*~
Hermione walked back to her dormitory slowly, not wanting to look like she had just been repeatedly kicked in the shin.
Lavender and Parvati were in the Common Room, sitting by the fireplace.
“Hermione!” Parvati called as she entered the portrait hole.
“We were worried about you! We heard about what happened in the Great Hall! Are you alright?” Lavender asked fervently, relief washing over her face.
“You look as though you fell down a flight of stairs!” Parvati added, indicating her haggard state.
Hermione laughed. Oh how wrong they were.
“I'm fine. I just took a walk through the castle to clear my mind.”
“Oh. Well, we're glad that you're okay.” Parvati said, smiling warmly.
“Thank you.” Hermione said sincerely.
She walked up to her dorm, and fell onto her bed. In less than a minute, she was fast asleep.
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