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Restless	By : tsorg Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 44263 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Many thanks to my wonderful beta, margaritama

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Draco was a man on a mission.

Walking towards Arithmancy, he spied his prey right ahead of him, her golden brown curls bouncing gently against her back and shoulders as she walked. Her skirt swaying, every �swish� offering little glimpses of creamy thighs. He grinned crookedly.

Draco caught up with Hermione and silkily drawled, �Where is the fire, Kitten? You seem to be in an awfully huge rush.�
Hermione stiffened, answering a little haughtily. �I need to get to class, Malfoy. If you�ll excuse me, I�m in a bit of hurry.� Hermione picked up her pace, her heart pounding.
�Class doesn�t start for twenty minutes,� Draco touched her arm. �Slow down, I want to talk with you.�

A group of sixth year girls walked by smiling and chorused, �Hi Draco!�
Draco looked back and smirked, �Ladies.�

The girls giggled, some of them giving him long, slow looks while the others bat their eyes at him.
Hermione rolled her eyes, grit her teeth and walked faster.
�Oi, Granger, wait up.� Draco said catching up with her. �If I didn�t know any better, I�d say you are trying to avoid me,� he said casually to her.
�Congratulations, you are brighter than you look,� she tossed over her shoulder at him.
He reached out and grasped her arm, spinning her around to face him. �What was that?�

She looked up and down the hallway at everything and everyone but at him and mumbled, �Nothing.� She pulled the strap of her school bag higher up on her shoulder. �I need to get to class.� She began walking forward again.

�I said I want to talk now,� he grabbed her arm again, pulling her towards him.
�Well I don�t,� she retorted as she brushed his hand off her arm moving fast and furiously down the hallway.

Draco casually lifted his wand and whispered �Diffindo�. The seam of Hermione�s school bag suddenly burst open, spilling books, parchment, quills and ink all over the floor. Hermione growled in irritation, slapping her hands against her thighs in frustration. She bent down to collect her things. Two feet appeared in her line of vision.
�Let me help you,� he said beginning to crouch down.
�I don�t need your help. Thanks,� she snapped, stubbornly refusing to look at him.

�What has gotten into you Granger? You are definitely bitchier than usual today, is it that time of the month?�
Hermione steamed, �Piss off Malfoy.�

�Tut, tut, Princess, such language,� he drawled at her. �May I remind you; you are Head Girl and need to set the appropriate example for the students of this school.� His voice dropped to a low whisper, �Or perhaps, you need a reminder of the consequences of your actions. You do know how I like to address that naughty behavior of yours.�

Hermione�s cheeks flared pink and goddess help her, she felt a swirl of desire center low in her body at the thought of Draco�s �corrections�. �Don�t you dare correct me on MY behavior, Malfoy, you have some nerve to lecture me on what is proper or appropriate,� Hermione snarled at him. Under her breath, she muttered, �Though I can�t say I�m all that surprised.�

�Excuse me? What was that last bit you said?� Draco looked quizzically at her. She was really beginning to piss him off.

�Let�s just say the apple doesn�t fall too far from the tree,� she spat at him and stood up, her school bag now clutched to her chest.

Draco looked at her with narrowed eyes.

�Like father like son, I�d say,� she said condescendingly.

Draco�s patience snapped. He�d had enough.

�I highly recommend you hold your tongue and do not attempt to take this conversation any further down this particular tangent, little Miss Analogy,� he said in a steely voice.

�Oh goody, the lord and master has spoken,� she sneered at him as she attempted to circle around him.
That did it, Draco was incensed. He grabbed her school bag in one hand then grasped her firmly by her arm with the other hand and marched her down the hallway until they reached an unused classroom. He dragged Hermione through the door, made a small movement with his wrist, effectively closing and locking them in the classroom.

She was trapped. She looked at him with hot, angry eyes as he glared back at her.

�Let�s come to an understanding right now, Granger, as far as you are concerned, I am your lord and master. This is your first and last warning. What the fuck is wrong with you? What are all these inferences you are making about me and my father?� he asked her angrily.
Her eyes seem to flare with her anger, �No one is my lord and master, Malfoy.�

�Oh really? Now you see, that�s where you are just wrong, Kitten.� He began to slowly walk towards her.

She stood her ground, she would not let him intimidate her, no matter how large, how dangerous, how unbelievably hot he looked as he stalked towards her.

He grasped her arm with one hand and let her school bag fall to the dusty floor. With his hand free, he gripped her other arm then literally lifted her up and walked her over and sat her down on the long desk situated at the back of the classroom. Hermione sat up immediately and tried to push herself off the desk when Draco�s hands delved into her curls and he bent down to kiss her. His fingers gently but firmly held her head as his mouth devoured hers, and when he lifted his head a long moment later, she was breathless.

She gazed up at him from beneath lowered lashes, her lips slightly parted and eager for more of his kisses. Damn it. Why did this man have the ability to make her absolutely mindless?

He leaned down, closing his mouth on hers again, this time though, Draco gently pushed her back so she lay on top of the desk. His hand trailed down the line of her throat over her chest to cup her breast. He rubbed his thumb round and round her nipple until he could feel it pebble and harden through her clothing under his touch. Hermione moaned and arched up trying to press her body against his. He dragged his mouth from hers and laid hot, wet kisses along her neck. He loosened her tie, unbuttoned her shirt and pressed those hot little kisses on the swell of her breast, then tugged her breast free from the bit of lace that held it and took her nipple in his mouth, gently suckling on the peak until it pebbled as well. He freed her other breast then moved to the nipple to give it the same level of attention. He bit, licked and sucked until she was squirming against his mouth. He ran his hands up her thighs until he came to the waistband of her knickers and with one sudden movement he ripped her knickers from her body. He grasped her hips in each of his hands, he leaned his head down and slowly ran his tongue along her slick, soft folds.

Hermione moaned with pleasure as he began to nip and lick her aching clit with his tongue. She could feel her orgasm fast approaching, building low in her body in a slow, swelling ache that threatened to drown her with pleasure. He pushed one finger, then two fingers into her hot, wet center. Hermione arched up as he moved his fingers in and out of her all the while sucking harder and harder on that tender sensitive bundle of nerves. She reached down and thread her fingers into his hair, partially with the need to anchor herself to something but also to hold him in place as she ground herself against his marauding mouth and tongue. She need not have worried because as soon as he tasted her honey, he wasn�t going anywhere.

He continue to lick and suck, crooking his fingers in just the right spot within her that had her writhing uncontrollably as she cried out with the intensity of her orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her and she threw back her head and gave herself over to it. All she could do was gasp for breath as she finally came back down to earth. She looked down between her legs to lock onto molten, silver eyes. He lifted his head not taking his eyes from hers as he slowly licked his fingers then ran his tongue along his lips.

He stood slowly and she sat up, very cognizant of the hard desk beneath her bare bottom and thighs. He gave her a wicked little smile and gently tucked her breasts back into her bra and began to slowly button up her shirt. He tightened then straightened her tie then used the tie to pull her towards him. He leaned down and pressed a gentle, soft kiss upon her lips. Hermione stared bemusedly up him.

�Now,� his voice low and husky. �Talk to me.�

All at once her insecurities and Ginny�s earlier comments danced through her head. She looked away not wanting to meet his eyes, �It�s nothing," she murmured. She didn�t want to be just a recreational diversion for him like so many other girls. She couldn�t bear the thought she was nothing more than a passing fancy.

Recalling the look Hermione had given Pansy earlier in the Great Hall; Draco said softly, �If I didn�t know any better, I might be inclined to believe you are jealous.�

Hermione indelicately snorted, �Don�t flatter yourself!� She slid off the desk and began to straighten her clothing.

He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. Hermione jerked her chin away. �Let go of me,� she attempted to pull away from him. He moved her closer to him, pressing her body to his.

�I won�t be a diversion for you. I�m not another piece of trim for you to dally with. I . . . I hear things about you; you do have a bit of a reputation you know,� she burst out, finally voicing all that had been playing in her head earlier.
Draco let go of her. His face became an arctic mask though she could have sworn she saw hurt flash behind his eyes before it that mask descended.

�I see. I must say I�m rather surprised. For the supposed brightest witch of our age and resident know-it-all, you are nothing more than a shallow, little gossip. Hmm, I thought you were different, perhaps I was mistaken,� he told her icily.
He casually dusted non-existent lint from his sleeve. Inside he was both saddened and angry that she would listen to such trite talk. How dare she categorize him under his father�s �Golden Stud� reputation? He was nothing like his father and he was tired of the unwarranted comparisons. Besides, his father wasn�t all that bad once you got to know him. She would experience that herself firsthand soon.

His kitten had much to learn and obviously needed a very, very firm hand. He would be damned if he would let her dictate the direction of their relationship. He set the rules, not her. She would bend to him not the other way around.

Time for the first lesson.

He squared his shoulders, looked down at her and nodded his head as if coming to a decision. �I�m very disappointed in you. That you would listen to such nonsense and judge me based on such insipid gossip. You owe me an apology Princess, you�d better figure out what you�ll need to do so I�m willing to forgive you. �

He turned towards the door and with a wave his wand, the door unlocked, opened and he walked out without looking back at her.

Hermione was flummoxed as she watched his retreating form. What the Hell had happened? Her heart ached, a lump was forming in her throat and she could feel tears welling up. How had everything just spiraled completely out of control?

The words �I�m very disappointed in you.� echoed throughout her overtaxed brain: Two tears trailed down Hermione�s cheek.
The most awful part was she could have sworn she had seen hurt in his eyes before that icy facade dropped over his beautiful features. It had not been her intention to hurt and offend him; it was just she was so frightened of being hurt herself that she had only wanted to protect her heart, which she knew she was in danger of losing.
Everything with Malfoy was just so intense. Her inexperience and insecurities weighed down on her until she had exploded at him. She wiped her tears away with the back of her hand. Maybe if she gave him a few days he would cool down and then everything would be fine.

She couldn�t have been more wrong. Dead wrong, in fact.

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The next month was one of the most horrible she�d ever had experienced since coming to Hogwarts.
Draco would not look at her, talk to her or stand near her. Not a single sneer, smirk or caustic remark had come her way. Oh, he joked and laughed with others, including Harry for Merlin�s sakes, but not with her. It was as if she was insignificant, inconsequential, and invisible, not at all worth his notice.

When they did have to speak due to Head duties, his manners were cold and terse. He was curt, leaving as soon as he was finished talking with her.
Hermione�s heart ached. She couldn�t eat or sleep, even her studies were suffering slightly.
Nights were the worst. She would lie awake in her bed, staring at the ceiling, knowing he was right across the hall. She lay there waiting for sleep, which wouldn�t come . . . mornings would find her stiff and worn out with tear-stained cheeks.

She tried spending more time in the HCR, hoping to run into him, but to no avail. He came only to collect Quidditch gear or schoolwork. Often, she watched him covertly through her lashes, hoping he would glance up, catch her eye and aim one of his well known, well-loved � wait, not loved � ohhh okay, fine, yes, most definitely loved smirks her way. However, he didn�t which it made her even more miserable.

She looked terrible.
She had dark circles under her eyes and only poked at her food. Late one evening in the Gryffindor Common Room, Harry sat down next to Hermione. He pried her book from her fingers and waited until she looked up at him.
�Hermione, what is going on?� he asked her gently. He knew something had ignited between she and Malfoy. You�d have to be blind not to see it.
He�d actually been pleased when Ginny had told him.

A tentative truce had sprung up between Harry and Draco when the Malfoys had turned to the light. That truce had developed into genuine friendship. They still enjoyed insulting each other, though now there was no venom behind the words.
However, all was not well. Hermione was listless and brooding, not at all herself and Malfoy was even more of a snarky git than usual. Harry didn�t like either of his friends hurting and unhappy.

The firelight played across Hermione�s face and Harry watched a big tear slide down her cheek. �I ruined everything, Harry. I basically called Malfoy a slut.�
Unable to help himself, Harry barked out a short, sharp laugh, �You called him a what?�

�I told him I wasn�t going to be a recreational diversion, I refused to be another piece of trim for him and that I shouldn�t be surprised because he was just like his father.� Suddenly it was if a dam broke and she began softly sobbing.
Harry hugged her tightly, soothing her with hands gently rubbing circles on her back. �What in world would make you say that to him, �Mione?�
Harry had heard about Malfoy senior�s sexcapades at Hogwarts, they were legendary and still talked about. Though Draco was just as experienced as his father was, Harry knew that he didn�t toy with girls. Oh, he had his fair share of encounters, but he made his intentions very clear so there were no misunderstandings, illusions, or room for misinterpretations. He seriously doubted Draco would play with Hermione given that he knew his friend had been eyeing her long before joining the Order. It had actually been a bone of contention between the two of them until Harry realized how serious Draco was about Hermione.

Hermione looked up at Harry, pressing the heels of her palms to her eyes. �He was flirting, or rather pug-face Pansy Parkinson was flirting with him and he looked like he enjoyed it, sort of, I think. Oh, I don�t know, I heard him laugh. When I looked up she was sitting next to him.�

�So, let me get this straight, you insulted him because a girl was flirting with him and you thought he sort of liked it? But you�re not really sure, you only think he liked it because you heard him laugh but you don�t know what he was laughing at?� Harry asked incredulously.

Hermione swallowed a sob. �Well, when you put it that way it makes me sounds rather ludicrous.�

Harry raised his eyebrows at her, �You think?�

�But he didn�t exactly push her away did he, he just let her sit there and babble inanely at him?�

��Mione, Pansy lives in a delusional world where she and Draco are going to be married, have babies and she�s dripping in Malfoy jewels. She�s crazy and when have you known her to not babble. Bloody hell, �Mione. Draco can�t stand her.�

�It�s not just her, it other girls too. Look at him Harry. Look at me. He�s beautiful and I�m . . . well . . . not,� Hermione plucked at her skirt. �Girls are drawn to him like bees to honey. How could I possibly keep his interest?� she asked despondently. She finally had voiced one of the key fears she held deep within her heart.

�I never thought I�d say this to you Hermione but you are at times so thick. You are a beautiful idiot but an idiot nonetheless.� Harry sighed. �Honestly, you are gorgeous, one of the most beautiful girls I know. How could you not see that? I�m not just talking about the outside package which is HOT by the way, it is also what is inside and makes you, well, you. Here and here,� Harry said softly tapping her head and heart. �Malfoy would have to be blind, deaf, mute, and dumb to not appreciate the whole package that is Hermione Granger.�

Hermione gave her best friend a wan smile. �You think I�m hot?�

�I�m not the only one; half the boys in this school follow you around undressing you with their eyes. You�re completely oblivious while Ron and I just want to pummel their heads in. And, this conversation is getting awkward considering you�re like my sister okay?

�What if he won�t forgive me Harry? What if he continues to be so cold? I�m afraid,� she whispered. �I think I really like him, he�s not intimidated by me and he�s so . . . so . . . Malfoy!�

Harry�s lips twitched. It seems his friend had finally met her match. Well, more than her match.

�When isn�t there something to be afraid of �Mione? That�s kind of what life is all about. It�s how we learn from all the experiences we go through. Where�s your Gryffindor courage?� He watched her.

She leaned her head back against the chair cushion and smirked over at him, �When did you get to be so smart?�
He smiled teasingly at her and tugged on a golden-brown ringlet, �Well, I used to have the brightest witch of my age as my best mate, that is, until she lost a few brain cells and now my best mate is rather dim-witted.�
Hermione laughed and Harry�s heart lifted. She leaned her head on his shoulder and they comfortably watched the fire dance, crackle and pop.

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