The Music Box | By : missbja Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 5392 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Every time Malfoy tried to take a glance at Hermione at dinner in the Great Hall, Hermione’s face wrinkled in a sob. Each occasion she switched a look with him in the corridors, her face turned either to Ron or Harry, who were now used to her start talking all of a sudden for whatever reason, though they still found it very strange.
Hermione kept the music box Malfoy gave her under the bed. She didn’t dare open it again, in case she started to pity herself. But she knew exactly why Malfoy said those things.
Malfoy’s friends would never forgive him for hanging out with a Muggle-born, especially Hermione. The one he always insulted and almost spitted at; the one he always said he hated and despised with a cocky accent that made her quiver in anger.
What would Ron and Harry say? If they knew for a second… they would never talk to her again. They would despise her too.
Though Malfoy’s reaction was expected, it still made Hermione from time to time, let out some tears from her brown eyes, quickly cleaning them up at hers already wet pillow. Her weeping was being crushed against her sheets. She grabbed the key she still wore through her blouse and seized her cry at once. “I can’t continue like this! Who are you Hermione Granger? A delicate girl? No way!” She got up from her bed and cleaned her eyes to her sleeve. “I won’t let him get to me like this!”
She lifted her chin defiantly and marched through the corridors, making some heads turn to her. As she was prepared to enter the Great Hall to snack on something, someone grabbed her arm and threw her against the nearest cold wall. Malfoy was leaning on her, his hand holding the wall, and his eyes connecting with her. “Please get away from me Granger, I can’t stand it anymore.” His breath was heavy and he couldn’t stop staring at her lips between every word.
“What are you talking about?” She clenched against the wall to avoid further dangerous contact with him and his blissful lips. “You’re the one pressing me here!”
“I just mean that,” he said and approached her letting her fall into his curves, containing her urges to kiss him right in the middle of the hall, where fortunately no one was passing, “maybe we need to talk further about what happened,” he almost stuttered.
Slyly, she rolled through the wall, getting away from him. “Look Malfoy… you’ve made yourself perfectly clear, okay? I’m leaving.”
However, he grabbed her arm. “Wait please… Hermione” he seemed to beg at first, but Hermione took this as a very low trick to get her attention.
“Should have thought of me when you ran from our…” But her voice was silenced by his rushed move against her lips. She closed her eyes and felt his quite familiar taste and smell. She lost herself in his sensations for a while, but a sudden noise made her broke the kiss and push Malfoy away. “And don’t you EVER talk to me like that again, Malfoy!” She felt two boys come close, and Malfoy let out a groan and a smirk, “Don’t worry Granger, I will talk to you like that whenever I feel like.” And he turned away, letting Harry and Ron looking at Hermione with a befuddled look across their faces.
“What happened, Hermione?” Ron asked dazzled.
“Nothing to worry about.” Her breath was settling down, but her heart was still beating fast, her fear that the truth of what had just happened (again), was splattered on her face.
Everything was quiet in the Gryffindor common room. Hermione had assembled herself next to Ron and he smiled back at her. Sinking in her thoughts, she tried to find something to distract her head. She glimpsed at Ron, standing right next to her. She knew Ron liked her a little, maybe she should try with him, try to forget Malfoy. At least Ron would never say that stuff to her.
She was embarrassed from her attitude, and from what Malfoy made her do to herself and her best friend. Ron was nice and everything and she loved his company; but something was missing, something Malfoy had and he didn’t.
Mystery, maybe. Malfoy had so many secrets and a life Hermione was so curious about and… Ron, well she already knew him from first year, so new stuff wouldn’t come at large.
Yet, decidedly she brushed her leg against him slowly; but Harry’s eyes followed her, not Ron’s, which wasn’t a big surprise, he was always oblivious.
“Hum, I need to go to pick up something.” And Harry flew in the dormitories direction.
“What the-!” Ron’s eyes revolved from his legs to her face and Hermione half-smiled. His ears became red and he bit his lip lustfully. This made Hermione fade. “What am I doing? He’s my best friend I can’t do this to him, or myself!” But just as she was about to remove her hand, Ron grabbed it and leaned into her. Thankfully, a first year old seemed to Apparate right next to them at that moment.
“Hum hum.” The little boy coughed beside them.
“Yes…?” Ron had a threatening look.
“A note for… Hermione Granger?” He was scared he got it wrong.
“Yes, yes I am!” Hermione was still recovering from the shock. “Who is it from?”
“The person said you would understand.” And he vanished again in the middle of other Gryffindors.
“Who is it from Hermione?” Ron asked with a cordial tone, trying to hide his frustration.
“Don’t know…” Yet, when she opened the little folded piece of parchment, she recognized immediately that type of letter, and hid it from Ron’s vision. “Hum it’s from… Ginny!” Ron threw her a disbelief look. “It’s personal; I’m going to read it in my room.” And she grabbed it firmly inside her hand, letting Ron with a freezing look in the couch, unaware of what just happened.
Something was heavy inside Hermione’s stomach; however she couldn’t help but to be relieved she was away from Ron. Now she was certain he wasn’t who she really wanted, even if it was only to forget Malfoy.
It was seven o’clock and Hermione was sitting at the teacher’s desk in the usual empty classroom. She was expecting what Malfoy wanted to talk to her. “Come meet me at seven o’clock in the usual place. We really need to talk; I promise it will be the last time.” Hermione noticed that he wrote the note so nobody would understand it besides her. “Very clever actually. He and Harry should join each other; they would be best friends with all their paranoia.” The thought of Draco and Harry hanging around like friends made Hermione chuckle.
The door swung and a pale hand came into sight. The blond boy steps were harsh and each look he threw at her was defiant. He was acting kind of strange, looking back like if someone was there. “Something’s wrong Malfoy? Expecting someone else?”
“No.” He turned his head with sharp irises watching her body against the desk. “I think I just saw… but never mind. We’re here to talk about us.”
“I have nothing to talk about” She balanced herself while supporting her body weight with her hands; such a strange behaviour from her, like she didn’t know what to.
His silver eyes were glowing, watching her wrinkle her face in displeasure for the lack of words she had for this situation, which was not usual. Malfoy tossed his bag aside to the ground. “Well, don’t you know that you have books in there?” she said, threwing him a piercing look, and crossed her arms in disapproval, but that didn’t make him step back or even stop. As he drew near she started herself to stride backwards against the desk again. As he lowered himself against her, she felt her knees weaker and all her body went tense. “You could go if you want to… Hermione.”
She didn’t want that; not now that she could fell his all hot body against her and his warm breath fluttering in her wet lips. She bit her lower lip and he looked at her desiring. “I don’t care about nothing at all, neither the stupid books that were somewhat damaged on the ground, only about you.”
Hermione melted under him, but he didn’t let her fall, Draco grabbed her firmly against his abdomen, “Draco you…”
However he didn’t let her finish, for him what he said before was enough, and now it was to her too. Every member of her body was tensing up with his touch around her waist skin. His kiss was the deepest she had ever tasted, his tongue was caressing her in a way that made her moan and have goose bumps. Every corner of his mouth tasted like heaven, and she lifted her arms to his shoulder and began to fondle his smooth hair. He lifted her up in the table and placed himself between her legs. Her mind protested a little to this ruthless and unasked move, but that was quickly forgotten when he started to move his mouth to her cheek placing some kisses that made her giggle. His mouth was close to her ear. “Your skin tastes sweet. I want more.” She couldn’t stop slipping a small moan when he started to lick and bit her neck passionately.
She was over the edge with feelings, her mind was a blur of warmth, and for the first the only thing in her mind was the temptation of feeling Draco touch her skin and embrace her into his arms. His eyes burned with delight when he looked at her. Lowering his head he checked her body beneath him. She was so vulnerable at his gaze, she felt herself weak, but at the same time desirable from his appreciate look of what he was staring at.
He bruised her belly and made her giggle and smile sweetly only to him. She never knew he was this tender with a woman. She licked her lips in satisfaction and he raised his hand to rub her cheek affectionately, until he kissed her this time trying to steal her breath. Inside her something was burning, some hidden desire.
Draco’s hand, which had been playing with her collarbone, was now unbuttoning her two blouse buttons. Hermione shuddered when he licked one of his fingers and sunk it inside her cleavage. She didn’t want to stop now - she was enjoying it so much, the secret desire uncovered.
But as Draco was unbuttoning one more, Hermione broke the kiss when she heard a squeak in the distance. Coming to her full senses, she looked to the side with Draco and her nails penetrated her palm skin.
Pansy Parkinson was staring at them with her jaw dropped to the ground.
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