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When Lines Are Blurred	By : DivineAngel Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 29692 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
Disclaimer:
Just playing with the characters, I own nothing.

Chapter 6:
Conversations and Couplings

Breakfast the next day
was incredibly peculiar. There were only a dozen or so students still
at Hogwarts, they were outnumbered by the staff. The great hall had
been set up with just one long table in the middle, which staff and
students were to share. Hermione took a seat near to Professor
McGonagall, at the opposite end of the table to Malfoy. Seeing him
sent crazy feelings through her body. Images of him with that girl in
the forest came rushing into her mind and she could feel her cheeks
burning.

"Are you alright
Miss Granger?" Enquired McGonagall. "You look very warm, I
hope you haven't brought the flu to breakfast with you."

"Oh no, Professor.
I'm fine." Hermione settled herself and began buttering some
toast. The hall was unusually quiet with so few people in it, almost
every word of every conversation could be heard, even those in hushed
tones. Hermione could hear Malfoy whispering to Goyle next to him and
judging by the Slytherin girl's face and body language, so could she.
Although only odd words were floating her way clearly, Hermione could
gather what he was saying, with added emphasis from Goyle's rumbling
sniggers.

"... loved it....
telling you.... really hard." Malfoy drawled. Honestly, thought
Hermione, she had expected Malfoy was the sort to kiss and tell, but
at the breakfast table? Right in front of the girl in question, not
to mention Dumbledore and the other teachers. Hermione rolled her
eyes. Her attention was caught a moment later though by a louder
comment from Goyle,

"Ha! Make her
swallow next time!" Hermione's eyes widened in horror as
McGonagall's head snapped in the direction of the Slytherins. The
girl jumped to her feet and darted out of the hall with incredible
speed.

"So..."
Hermione said loudly into the silence, "Professor, I was
wondering...." She floundered for a moment, McGonagall's
attention was still on the girl's sudden departure, "I was just
thinking about our leaving party." McGonagall looked round at
Hermione, clearly aware that she was attempting to distract her.
After a split second of trying to decide between reprimanding the
boys for such a conversation, or allowing the moment to pass, a
glance at her fellow teachers continuing with their breakfast; albeit
with smirks, frowns and clucking tongues, made the decision for her.

"Yes Miss Granger?"

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"Malfoy!" She
shouted down the corridor at his retreating back, "Malfoy!"
He stopped, but didn't turn to face her. She caught up to him and
grabbed his arm, spinning him round.

"What do you want?"
He drawled, not looking directly at her.

"I don't know what
that was about at breakfast." Hermione lied, "But it was
out of order. That girl was devastated. No one has seen her all
morning. Who knows where she's hiding, probably in the forest
somewhere, thank goodness Hagrid doesn't still let his brother roam
free in there." Malfoy looked into her eyes with such intense
hatred that Hermione could feel her retinas prickling.

"It's none of your
god damn business." He said slowly and pointedly. "Keep out
of it or I might have to treat you to a trip to the forest."
He turned and stalked away from her, his parting words ringing in her
ears. What did he mean by that? Was he just referring to her own
insane babbling about Grawp, or did he mean something else entirely?
Hermione shook her head and told herself not to be stupid.

The holidays crept along
slowly, the castle still and eerie with so few people there. Hermione
found herself alone much of the time, while the other students banded
together, their numbers so few. Her position as Head Girl made her an
authority figure and the other students eyed her with some caution,
despite her muggle clothing just like everyone else and the fact that
she left her Head Girl badge in her room the whole time. She didn't
mind too much, she just wanted to avoid Malfoy at all costs, which
she was doing quite well until Christmas Eve. She was heading back to
Gryffindor tower after dinner, there were no other Gryffindors there
for the holidays, so it had been a very quiet week so far. She was
nearing the Fat Lady when she heard quick footsteps behind her,
turning she was surprised to see Malfoy heading for her at a jog, his
hands deep in the pockets of his jeans.

"Alright Granger!"
He called, slowing to a walk when she stopped and looked at him. He
came to halt beside her and grinned in a rather charming way that
completely took her by surprise. Seeing the deep frown on her face he
wiped the grin from his and looked at the floor, chewing his lip.

"Well?" She
asked at last.

"You off to your
common room?" He looked up the corridor in the direction she'd
been walking. "You know, all this time and I still don't know
where you Gryffindor's live!" He let out a loud, short laugh.
Hermione stared at him, unflinching. "So, where is it?" She
rolled her eyes and shifted her weight.

"What do you want,
Malfoy? Why are you acting so... strangely?" He looked at her,
his face so different from the one she knew. It was free of any hint
of animosity, no frown, no snarl, his eyes looked positively
sparkling. She was incredibly confused, until a thought occurred.
Leaning close to him, she whispered, "Who are you really? And
what made you mix a Polyjuice potion just to wind me up?" Malfoy
stepped back, his face twitching, a hint of something familiar
flickering across it briefly.

"I'm offended."
He said, putting his hand to his chest, "Can't I just be nice
occasionally?"

"No." She
replied in a flash. At that she set off again towards the portrait.
He followed her. She stopped in front of it, trying not to give any
sign that she had actually arrived at her destination.

"Well? Are we going
to your place?" He winked at her. She slumped in disbelief.

"What the hell are
you playing at?" She shouted, much more loudly than she meant
to. Startled, they both looked around to see if anyone was nearby.
They were completely alone. His lips curled into the familiar smirk,
his eyes hardened and he stepped back into his usual lazy stance.

"There we go. Knew I
could make you snap. And I knew exactly how to do it. I'm a genius."
Hermione's eyes widened, her mouth tightened and anger boiled over
inside.

"You little shit
Malfoy! Get out of my fucking face!" She screamed and raised her
hand to strike him hard across his cheek, but he was too quick for
her.

His cold eyes flashed
with fury, he grabbed her wrist and pushed her hard against the
portrait of the Fat Lady, who let out a shriek and ran into her
neighbour's frame. Hermione struggled to free herself from his
painful grip, he pulled back for an instant that seemed to last an
age, they stood a foot apart glaring at each other. Stillness fell
between them, followed by sudden action. Malfoy grabbed Hermione's
face and pulled her to him, smacking his lips forcefully against
hers. She tried to pull back, but only for a moment before grabbing
his shoulders and yanking his body to hers. The kiss was incredibly
passionate, their tongues furiously battling for supremacy, it was
clumsy and wild, hands everywhere. Hermione panted for air in the
brief seconds that a gap between their lips occurred. His hands
searched for a way under her top, while hers twisted his hair and
grasped his back.

Remembering they were in
the middle of the corridor, Hermione, unwilling to let him in to
Gryffindor tower, put her hand out behind her and pulled him, still
locked to his lips, along the corridor, feeling her way to the large
statue a few feet away set into a niche in the wall. She slipped
through the gap and dragged him after her. All reason was absent,
pure passion driving both of them. Now out of plain sight she let
herself go completely, all the years of fights and curses thrown at
each other flowed between them; anger, hate, raw passion coursing
through their veins. Malfoy yanked her top over her head, Hermione
ripped the buttons from his shirt in her desperation to get it off
him, they felt their skin connect and both groped at each other's
flesh. Malfoy moved his kisses to her neck, licking and biting with
no regard to any marks he might leave. His left hand on her back, he
searched with his right for the button on her jeans, he undid it and
slipped his hand down the front, under her soft cotton knickers and
he teased the short, groomed hair. Slightly surprised at this he
paused briefly, maybe she wasn't the prude he took her for.

Hermione took a sharp
breath in when his fingers plunged down under her, grazing her clit
on their way past her peach-like lips. She found the zip on his
jeans, undid it and reached inside to grasp his hard staff through
his boxers. At the same moment that he eased his fingers into her,
she took hold of him fully, pulling him out of his boxers. They
resumed their kiss with as much vigour as before and proceeded to get
each other off with the same force. Her panting and moaning was
masked by the pressure over her mouth, while the heaviness of both
their breathing escalated. Malfoy grabbed Hermione's leg and hitched
it up around him to get a better angle and went for her clit with his
thumb, grinding it in unison with his busy fingers. Hermione groaned
and gave up on the kiss as her head tipped back and her eyes
flickered madly. She could feel her climax coming and furiously
yanked at his cock to bring him with her. Malfoy began to pant
loudly, groaning in sync with the pulses in his veins, the pressure
building in his balls. He had never been vocal with anyone before,
but the intensity of the situation meant he had lost control
completely, and she was damn good at what she was doing. Their eyes
locked as their groans became louder and shorter. At the same time
they felt the surges within themselves, Hermione needed to scream out
loud as she came, but Malfoy planted his mouth over hers and
swallowed her cry as they came together, his seed flowing over her
hand as her strokes lightened. He lightened his own touch and
withdrew his hand slowly, making sure to rub his fingers over her
clit giving her one final spasm of pleasure. They parted slowly.

The reality of the
situation gradually sank in. Hermione grabbed her top from the floor
and covered herself. Malfoy pulled out his wand and muttered a
cleansing charm, erasing all evidence of their actions, followed by a
repair charm to fix the buttons that Hermione had so mercilessly shed
from his shirt. He did his jeans back up, grabbed his shirt and
quickly left the scene, leaving Hermione in total shock. "What
the fuck just happened?" She said out loud. The unsteady voice
of the Fat Lady drifted blissfully around the corner,

"He got us off
dear".
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