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Jealousy	By : brandnewdaydawning Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 78819 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hermione literally ran to the Prefects bathroom. If she was really looking for privacy she should probably go to Myrtles bathroom but it was too far and she didn't want anyone to see her like this. A mess. A complete and utter mess. She braced her hands on the sink and stared at herself in the mirror. She was flushed all over, her hair its usual mess, her eyes were still dilated, her lip red and swollen from chewing on it to keep from making a sound out loud.
He had a hypnotic touch. They must have taught it to him in Death Eater Summer Camp or something. Hermione was horrified that her sensible self could be disarmed so instantly. Just being around him had her heart pounding, her palms sweaty. She couldn't breathe and she couldn't think. It was beyond disturbing. I mean it was Malfoy! If she didn't know better she would think that those were the signs of…attraction. But that was impossible.
It was Draco Malfoy. And she knew better. But it didn't appear that her body had gotten the memo because every time she was anywhere near him her hormones kicked into overdrive. She needed to get control before she made a complete idiot of herself. Earlier he had kissed her. She could still feel the imprint of his lips on hers, and yet did she pull back and slap him like he deserved? No, instead she had kissed him back. She had behaved like a complete ninny! She obviously had no self-control where he was concerned and she couldn't go on like this.
The solution was simple. She needed to call the whole thing off. She simply wasn't experienced enough to have a boy touching her and feel nothing. A little voice in the back of her head piped up and Hermione tried to squash it…but the question remained. Then why had it been so easy to be reserved with Ron? She enjoyed his touches well enough, had let him kiss her a many times, but even when his body was pressed up against hers she had experienced none of the topsy turvy feelings that Malfoy inspired in her. It was disturbing.
She'd heard that opposites attract but this was ridiculous. She thought back to earlier that day, in the library, her comment about how anything could be learned in a book. Her books certainly hadn't prepared her for this, this…phenomenon. She must not be looking in the right books. She turned abruptly, to go to the library despite the late hour just as the door to the bath chamber opened.
Out stepped Padma Patil and Ron. Oh God…they were both in towels, hanging on each other and giggling as they left the steamy room. They were a few steps into the main chamber of the bathroom before they noticed her standing there with her mouth open.
"Hermione!" Ron said, almost accusingly, like she shouldn't be in the Prefects bathroom or something. This was just too much. They were sleeping together! In the bathroom that she used two to three times a week for her own bubble bath.
That was it.
This was war.
She gave Ron her most scathing look before exiting the bathroom and slamming the door as hard as she could behind her. There was no way she was calling off the plan now.
"Take off your robe," He said, doing the same and bunching them together for her head to rest on before thrusting her unceremoniously onto the window seat.
"M…Draco. I don't think this is a good idea."
"It's a Brilliant idea. Nothing less than I've come to expect from you. Lay back, get comfortable." He said even as he whipped off his school sweater. He loosened his tie and her tongue cleaved to the roof of her mouth. He made quick work of the row of silver buttons on his oxford and shrugged out of it to reveal just the thin white tee underneath. How was she supposed to relax with all those muscles rippling at her? It was indecent…and he was going to be touching her. Her body broke out in a rash of goose-bumps and she jumped in her skin when he walked closer and reached out his hands.
"I thought we were over that." He said irritably, not stopping but reaching out and grasping her school jumper and pulling it over her head. He pushed her back to the makeshift pillow of robes and grabbed her legs to move her down to a reclining position before reaching up to fluff the robes behind her head and smooth down her hair. He was all business, like he was positioning a mannequin and she was melting into a puddle of goo every time his warm hands brushed up against her.
"I didn't stop to think about them catching us snogging means there will have to be actual snogging. I don't know if I can do this." She said nervously, her heart beat doubling and her body reacting alarmingly when he quickly undid several buttons of her white oxford, exposing just the top of her lacy bra, and a little cleavage.
"Of course you can, you're Hermione Granger." He said absently, pulling her stiff legs apart and bending the one closest to the hallway, arranging her skirt so it appeared to have slid up her thigh by accident. He glanced at his watch and sighed. "They should be along any minute. My source said they always come through here right after lunch so they can snog in the reflection room." He looked awkward for one stagnant second before climbing up onto the window seat with her.
"I've changed my mind." She squeaked. "I don't want to be here." He climbed in between her thighs, crawling up her body. She had to open her legs wider to accommodate his body. Oh lord. She had never had anyone even remotely between her legs like this. He brushed up against her intimately and she moaned out loud trying to shrink away from him before she gave herself away. If he knew that she enjoyed any part of his touches, she would never live it down. Besides, it shouldn't be Malfoy making her body sing, it should be someone else. Someone she loved. Someone like Ron.
"I'm not a bad kisser you know." He sounded eloquently annoyed, his face scrunched up in irritation, just inches from her own, as he hovered over her on his forearms. That was the problem, Malfoy was probably as good at kissing as everything else, and if just a little massage left her pliant and willing in his hands, how much worse would her reaction be now?
"It's not that." She felt obligated to admit as she shifted underneath him to get more comfortable. He let out a low sound that might have been a groan. "Are you ok? Did I hurt you?" She asked uncertainly, sure that she had leaned on something, or pinched something, like the awkward virgin that she was.
"It's not that." He replied his voice low and strained and she felt compelled to look up into his eyes. He had beautiful eyes. And something about the way he spoke had her thinking that maybe; just maybe he was affected by their closeness as well. He shifted against her again, rubbing suggestively, if not purposely. His hard stomach was pressed into her soft curves and she felt her nipples growing hard, her panties growing damp, despite her nervousness. Surely he had enough experience with girls to notice the signs of her…awareness.
He leaned in, his body sliding against hers and kissed her neck. Her whole body shuddered with the sensation and Hermione sucked in a deep breath. She had no idea that she was so sensitive there.
"What are you doing?" Her voice was low, breathy, uncertain, and she wished she would have made more effort to make it sound more brisk and formal.
"They'll be along any minute," he kissed her pulse, her jaw, soft warm kisses. Bad idea. Bad bad idea…
"They aren't here yet…" He nibbled the corner of her mouth.
"I don't want it to look staged." He brushed his lips over hers softly. His tongue darted out, swept slowly over her lips, and then he kissed her again drawing her bottom lip into his, touching it with his tongue. Releasing her lips and then kissing her again. This was nothing like Ron's wet enthusiastic kisses. This was slow, sensual. She was completely aware of everywhere he was touching her, every crease of his lips. Every feather-like touch of his tongue. She wanted more.
"This is too real." She whispered pulling back abruptly.
"Hermione I have no idea how to pretend to kiss you and make it look real. Just let it happen…"
He leaned in again, this time kissing her neck.
"Isn't this where you tell me to relax…"
"No, you're the right kind of excited." He whispered before sucking the soft sensitive flesh of her neck gently. Oh God in heaven, that felt…electric. He was sending shocks of sensation through her whole body. Like something out of a dime store smut book. Layering soft sucking kisses over her skin, starting at her shoulder and working his way to the sensitive skin just under her ear. She'd never been kissed like this.
She found herself letting out low sounds of pleasure as his kisses became harder, more aggressive. He captured her lips again, this time running his tongue along her lips only once before using his teeth to pull her bottom lip down and slip his tongue inside. But even with his tongue in her mouth he was slow, seductive, playing with her lips and tongue, drawing her out, making her kiss him back hesitantly.
This time he didn't pull away, like he did in the hallway yesterday, he let out a ragged sound and kissed her more firmly. She fisted her hands in the robes underneath her and he pulled back enough to whisper between kisses. "No, touch me instead." She hesitated before letting her hands skim over his back to his shoulders.
He shuddered and kissed her harder. "Did I do it wrong?" She asked when he released her lips to kiss her neck again.
"Gods No…don't stop." He whispered back, his own hands coming into play. One boldly running up her thigh, moving her skirt even farther up her leg. She grabbed onto his tee-shirt, digging her nails in trying to keep from crying out. And he was kissing her again, a desperate edge to his touch that she mirrored. She didn't care how wrong this was…she just didn't want him to stop…
"HERMIONE!"
Talk about cold water on the grave. For a moment she was mortified at being caught in the most intense make out session she'd ever had before reality intruded and she remembered that she had wanted to get caught. This calming knowledge however did not cause her blush to fade. She turned her head slowly, to meet angry blue eyes, across the hall. Draco turned his head as well, glaring balefully, before snarling "Sod off. This isn't your business Weasley."
"Hell if it isn't!" He shouted back before barreling towards them with alarming speed. Malfoy jumped up off her, landing on his feet with surprising dexterity, whipping out his wand before she could scramble up. She took a heartbeat to smooth her skirt and decide there was no time to fix her blouse before rushing between them, holding out her hands.
"Move out of the way Hermione." Ron shouted, trying to get around her, but she refused to budge.
"No. I'm not moving. You need to calm down Ron." She tried to say but he shoved her hard enough to send her flying back on her ass and swung at Malfoy, catching him full on his face. In a heartbeat they were a tangle of angry boy limbs, both punching and kicking fit to kill while she sat on the cold stone floor, her mouth open in shock. She couldn't believe Ron had pushed her! She hoped Malfoy kicked the snot out of him.
She was pulled out of her stupor by none other than Padma helping her up by her arm. She shared an amazed look with the other girl before pulling out her wand and yelling "Petrificus Totalus". They were too entwined to aim for one or the other, it was just luck that she hit Ron with the spell and she couldn't begrudge Malfoy getting in one more brutal punch before he climbed to his feet. Ron had after all, sucker punched him first.
Malfoy said nothing as he brushed his clothes off, they were hopelessly covered in dust and his white tee-shirt had a huge rip in the stomach. He stooped and picked up his wand, examining it carefully before tucking it away. She walked over and looked down on her ex-boyfriend and tried to dredge up some pity or satisfaction. But all she felt was cold anger. She had so many things to say to him. Yell at him for being an ass, for punching Malfoy, for not listening to her. But the only words she could find were "If you ever assault me again I will tell Harry."
The blood drained from his face and his eyes bugged up, but he couldn't move or speak and Hermione decided she rather liked him like this. "Can you undo the spell?" She directed at Padma, who knelt by her boyfriend and took out her wand.
"I'll let him up when you're gone."
"I'm sorry about this,"
"It's not your fault."
She linked her arm through Malfoys and turned to walk away. Surprisingly he didn't fight her. He was going to have a hell of a shiner and she wondered if she could heal it with her wand. She hadn't really had much practice with Medi-spells. What with no magic in the summer and Madame Pomfrey here at school but she had read all about them.
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