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Bad Romance	By : Astrid-Lemons Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 14480 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling or make any money from this story. I do not own the song 'Bad Romance' by Lady Gaga or make money from its use.

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Hermione flopped back on her bed exhausted. She had shoved her way through the crowd of housemates and their incessant questions easy enough. Even if she had stopped to talk to the masses what would she say? The events leading up to McGonagall's office were a blur. She wasn't even sure exactly how it all happened. She closed her eyes bringing back the memory of Fred and George's 'Ice Queen' party and tried to go from there.
She remembered being aggravated by the shindig, Fred and George carrying her out of the portrait hole against her will, Draco bombarding her in the hall, pinning her to the wall, holding her wrists above her head, his hands gently skimming over her arms and back, his lips brushing her ears as he whispered to her, his mouth hovering over hers, the feel of his stiff erection against her belly, then Ron...
Hermione shot upright in her bed sweating and panting. What did Ron see? How long was he there? Ginny ran to her bed side from across the room. "What's wrong? What can I do?" Ginny asked worry etched across her face.
"I need to speak to Ron!" Hermione blurted out.
"Deep breath, Try to calm down." Ginny sat on the bed next to her smiling, gently rubbing her back. "You know he really didn't mean to hit you. He was trying to push you away. He was terrified when he saw you pinned against the wall. He thought Malfoy was going to choke you to death!"
Hermione gave a sigh of relief. So Ron hadn't noticed what was really going on. For the first time in the history of her and Ron's friendship she was thankful that he was so daft at times. "That's just what I needed to hear. Thank you." She gave Ginny a hug and yawned. "I'll talk to Ron tomorrow. I'm beat."
Ginny gave her a squeeze and stood to close her bed curtains. "Night Hermione."
"Night." She replied groggily.
Hermione turned onto her side to get comfortable. Her mind raced thinking about Draco in ways she never thought she would. There was something else there that went beyond primal instinct. She kept replaying the scene of Draco attacking Ron after she was injured. She silently wondered if he was thinking about her too as she drifted to sleep.
Lying awake in the Slytherin dorms Draco wondered the same.
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"Are you sure you're not still mad at me?" Ron fretted reaching across Harry to grab a pastry. The great hall was buzzing with excitement as schedules were passed out.
Hermione peered over the top of her Daily Prophet and smiled. "Of course I'm not. You were just being protective." She sat her paper down on the table to take a sip of pumpkin juice.
"What were you and ferret boy arguing about anyway?" Harry cut in looking at Hermione over his glasses. "You were so red in the face it had to be something bad for you to get that worked up."
Hermione sputtered choking on her pumpkin juice. Did Harry know? Was it just an innocent question? A set of robes brushed her back making her jump as a tall lean figure straddled the bench beside her.
"It's none of your business, Potter." Draco sneered. His leg rubbed against Hermione's as he readjusted himself on the bench. A jolt of electricity surged through her body.
"Bugger off." Ron mumbled under his breath. Hermione's leg began bouncing nervously. She really didn't want to deal with an encore of last night's match. She picked her paper back up and hid behind it trying to finish the article she had started at the beginning of breakfast. A strong firm hand grasped her leg just above the knee holding it into place. Hermione looked down to see Draco's hand and felt her face grow warm. She was thankful that the paper was still in front of her face, masking her reaction.
Draco laughed. "As much as I would love to hand you your ass again, Weasely, I have other business to attend to." Ron growled slamming his hands down on the table and huffing out of the great hall.
Draco slid his hand off of Hermione's leg and used his index finger to pull the paper down away from her face. "Can I help you with something?" Her voice faltered slightly as she tried to remind herself that the man beside her was supposed to be her arch nemesis. His eyes flashed an emotion that completely perplexed and caught her off guard.
"I just wanted to remind you that we have a meeting tonight." Draco said with false innocence. Hermione rolled her eyes and started packing up her belongings. "I'll be there." She replied hastily stealing a look up at him. He let a small smirk flicker across his lips, without another word he stood up and sauntered back to his table.
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Draco leaned against the wall outside the potions classroom as two girls approached shamelessly throwing themselves at him. This was a regular occurrence. Not only was he attractive but he had the name and money to boot. Sometimes it felt almost cumbersome.
"Honestly, Ron, stop being such an asshole. You act like he's going to kill me and wear my skin like a hat."
"You don't know that! He's a Malfoy! He can't be trusted. What if he pulls something funny?!"
Hermione laughed. "I can handle myself. Relax, it's not a big deal."
Draco had already waved the girls away and chuckled to himself at the exchange happening a few feet from him. He watched Hermione bounce about laughing at Ron. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear as she stuck her tongue out at him. Draco sighed watching her in all her glory, books in one hand and the other waving in the air as she spoke. He loved her laugh, how happy and carefree she was, even her 'mean face' as she tried to scold a fellow student.
A piece of parchment rapped across the back of his head. "Must you always do that?!" He snapped at Professor Snape rubbing the back of his head absently. "To your seat Mr Malfoy." Draco grumbled under his breath and made his way into the classroom.
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It had been a rough first day. The amount of homework assigned was ridiculous and the new ministry appointed Defense against the Dark Arts professor, Umbridge, was horrid. Not only was she blatantly lying about Voldemort's return, she refused to teach defensive spells, and gave Harry detentions as far as the eye could see for disagreeing with her. On top of that she had her meeting with Draco.
Hermione grabbed a quick bite to eat with Ron, Harry, and Ginny before heading up to the conference room. She walked through the door confused. The room was small, the walls were a deep burgundy with crystal wall sconces, the carpet a chocolate brown, a large cream colored couch and small cedar coffee table sat in the middle. She had expected a room that resembled a CEO's office, not a parlor.
She groaned inwardly and started unpacking. She set out a quill and inkwell, some blank parchment, a few books on conflict resolution, and some of the plans she had already devised earlier that morning. The room had grown stuffy and hot. She tossed her robes over the back of the couch, pulled off her vest, and unknotted her tie. She sagged back into the couch and began flipping through one of the books when the door opened.
"Always with the books." Draco sneered. Hermione looked up, a smart remark on her tongue until she saw him. There he stood, his traditional black slacks taught around his hips, his white button up shirt still tucked in with three buttons open at the top, the shirt straining against his powerful chest and broad shoulders.
He strode over to the couch and took a seat beside her. He was so close she could feel his body heat through his clothes. "Must you sit so close?" She mumbled trying not to look at him.
"Must you be so paranoid? You make it sound like I would kill you and wear your skin as a hat." He crossed his arms behind his head and chuckled.
"What are you doing eavesdropping on my conversations?!" She shot back furiously slamming her book shut.
"Just fucking relax! Get the stick out of your ass, Granger." He stood up and walked to the other side of the room. "It's okay for that ginger bastard to smack you across the face but Merlin forbid I sit too close or breath on you." He ran a hand through his hair thoroughly agitated.
Hermione felt her heart sink. "I'm sorry. Please come sit back down." She put down her book and patted the couch cushion next to her. "I honestly didn't mean to set you off."
Draco sat down turning his body so they were face to face. He brushed her hair out of her face with one hand to look at her cheek where the bruise had initially been. Her heart started racing the moment he touched her. His nose was almost touching the corner of her mouth as he inspected the area. Hermione leaned forward and pushed her lips to his. Draco's body went rigid. She pulled back quickly ashamed of what had just happened. He had rejected her.
She looked down at her lap humiliated. She should have know better. Draco put his fingers under her chin and gently pulled her head up to look into her eyes. He moved forward and kissed her softly. His free hand cradled her neck as he deepened the kiss tracing her lips with the tip of his tongue. Hermione could feel her blood pounding in her ears. She put her hands on his hard chest melting into the kiss. She had never felt this way before. Her whole body hummed with excitement at his touch.
She was caught off guard when she realized that she had just climbed into his lap. Draco's sharp breath was confirmation that this was not expected. He wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her flush against him as he nipped at her bottom lip. Hermione moved her hands into his silky hair giving it a gentle tug. A deep groan rumbled in the back of his throat. She pulled back and looked into his smoldering eyes. They were hungry and desperate. Something deep down in her stomach clenched deliciously.
"I need you." Draco breathed in her ear his voice shaking. Her heart raced as if she had run a marathon. She wanted him. She crushed her lips to his drinking in his scent. Her hands fumbled frantically trying to undo the buttons of his shirt. In one swift movement he broke away and yanked his shirt over his head and threw it to the ground. Hermione followed suit and pressed her body to his feeling his muscles ripple as he pulled her closer. A shiver ran down her spine when she felt his hard erection straining against his pants as it rubbed her sex through her thin panties. The anger and animosity she harbored for the past four years melted away and was replaced with pure animalistic need.
Her hands trembled trying to unbuckle his belt in a frenzy. She let out a soft moan as Draco's mouth fastened to the side of her neck pushing her hands away and making quick work of his belt and fly. The need to feel him inside of her was overwhelming. He growled into the crook of her neck, his hands hiking up her skirt letting his naked throbbing member push against the soaking fabric covering her mound. His breath caught at the feel of her arousal. Hermione hooked an arm under his and dug her nails into his back as she pushed her panties aside and let him slide between her lips. A jolt of pure pleasure shot through her as she moved her hips and felt his hard shaft caress the small bundle of nerves at her cleft.
"If you don't stop I'm going to fuck you." Draco rasped in her ear digging his fingers into her thighs. Hermione moved her hands into his hair and kissed the sensitive skin under his ear. "Fuck me." She panted moving to push the head of his erection against her entrance.
He pulled her hips above himself and slammed her down sinking deeply into her soft warm center. Hermione cried out feeling her walls stretch to accommodate his girth. He grabbed her hair crushing his lips to hers his other splayed on the small of her back as he began his grueling pace. "Oh, fuck." He mumbled against her lips feeling himself peaking. Hermione kept her hands knotted in his hair moving her hips to meet his. She groaned as a trickle of heat pooled down into her abdomen.
"Oh, Draco!" She wailed as she came undone. Draco thrusted into her frantically as he found his release moaning her name, his body shaking against hers.
For that one moment, as they sat with their foreheads pressed together panting covered in a thin sheen of sweat, the world had stopped. All the fighting and hell they had put each other through faded away into the here and now.
A deep chuckle broke Hermione out of her reverie. Draco pushed her hair away from her face and quirked his lips up into his trademark smirk. "Well that happened."
A peal of laughter escaped from Hermione's throat as she laid her head against his chest feeling it rumble with laughter.
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A/N: This is my very first attempt at writing 'smut'. I figured it would be easier to start with something soft and mild. I wrote that scene five times before I figured out exactly what I wanted to do with it. Let me know if you liked it and what I can do to make the next scene better!
As always, thank you for reading, rating, and reviewing! You guys are wonderful<3
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