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Vampire	By : straightlyconfused Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 12535 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Six: Catalyst

Sunday

In every moment, event, memory, disaster lies a commonality, a force of person that has caused several contributing factors to fall into place and create one happening. Without this catalyst operating in our lives, nothing would ever happen. No burst of force would propel us into action and we would never be able to reminisce, to understand the catalyst, the driving force, that invariably caused us to stray from the beaten path and make that decision that, perhaps, changed our lives.

On Saturday morning, after Draco Malfoy had dropped her home, and after a short sleep, Hermione had been awoken by a cheery little Wizard delivering a fantastically huge bunch of gorgeous flowers. As she’d opened and read the charming little message inside, Hermione had wondered where Draco got his contacts from to arrange flowers so soon after.

Still considering the thought, Hermione had jumped into the shower and then flooed Ginny to let her know she was safe and at home. Ginny had promised to stop by the moment her hangover potions were located. Hermione had just finished putting the kettle on when an owl had arrived holding a puzzling piece of pink parchment. It read,

Dear Hermione,

I think its time that you and I meet and bury the hatchet. Blaise informs me that you have started a relationship with Draco and so I thought I would reach out to you.

A relationship between two magical humans can be complicated, a relationship between a Witch and a Vampire can be verging on maddening. Expert thought you my be, you’re going to need my advise.

I’m suggesting a casual walk? I’ll meet you at Draco’s office at 1pm tomorrow and we’ll have a chat.

Sincerely,

Pansy C Parkinson.

Shocked, Hermione had only been able to read and reread the letter, wondering why in the world Pansy Parkinson would feel it necessary to “reach out” to her. The Pansy Parkinson Hermione had known in school would have delighted in seeing Hermione crash and burn. And what had Pansy meant by Blaise had informed her of her new relationship with Draco? What relationship?!

Terribly confused, Hermione had poured herself a cup of tea and moved out onto her apartment balcony. An hour later, Ginny had arrived and a discussion had ensued.

“You slept with him?!” Ginny shrieked.

“Ginny shh! We’re sitting out on my balcony! My neighbours – “

“Ok! Ok! I’m sorry!” Ginny said, waving her hand dismissively, “But Hermione! That is so unlike you! Wait – it was your choice right?”

“Yes! Of course!” Hermione assured her.

An owl fluttered by and both girls paused to watch it pass.

“So now what?” Ginny asked.

“I was hoping you’d know”

“Mione I go out and have meaningless nights of sex with strangers because my last relationship majorly screwed me up. I am not the person you should be asking”

Casually, Hermione handed Ginny the page of pink parchment,

“Read this”

Xxxxx

Late Sunday morning found Hermione once more standing nervously outside Malfoy Inc. feeling she was beginning to make a nasty habit of this. For the hundredth time, Ginny’s voice rung through her head,

“You don’t have to do what Pansy Parkinson says just because she said it!”

She was right, of course, but it hadn’t stopped Hermione from spending hours that morning making herself look presentable in four different outfits. She’d finally decided on a pair of jeans and a crème blouse.

She paced nervously, she knew Pansy had said to meet outside Draco’s office but she just wasn’t sure she could drag herself up there, possibly to face him, especially when she had no idea where she stood with him. The breeze outside was cold and Hermione shivered slightly. This was ridiculous, she realized, she was hiding, out on the street, to avoid Draco Malfoy, a Vampire and someone she’d slept with.

“Get there an hour early, get your butt up to that office and demand a meeting with Malfoy! How else can you expect to take on Pansy Parkinson if you have no idea what is going on between the two of you!”

For a second time that morning, Ginny’s voice rang strong in Hermione’s head, another reminder of their Saturday morning conversation but this time it had the desired affect. Hermione got angry. Spinning on her heel, she stormed into the lobby and past the empty reception desk. The short elevator ride to level 10 did nothing to abate her emotions, nor did the short walk to Draco’s office.

Briefly, Hermione considered throwing open the office doors and storming in, in a thoroughly dramatic fashion but good manners won out in the end and Hermione knocked. A second later, the door opened,

“Hermione?”

She could see Draco was surprised to see her there, and Hermione wondered why. Had Pansy not clued him in?

“Are you busy?”

Without response, Draco stepped aside to let her in. It was clear to Hermione that Draco had brought himself into the office alone today, maybe to catch up on some work? Whatever, it didn’t matter.

“Why is Pansy Parkinson sending me owls demanding I meet her here today to discuss my new relationship with you?!”

Whatever response she was expecting, Hermione was not prepared for Draco to laugh,

“Oh she did, did she?”

“Yes! I’m supposed to meet her at your office at 1pm today to go for a walk!”

Xxxxx

Draco had returned to his office that morning after spending almost all Saturday there. He didn’t really have any pressing work matters to complete but Malfoy Estate was too quiet this morning. However, at 12pm, much to Draco’s surprise, he’d found Hermione banging on his office door demanding answers about Pansy.

“A walk you say?”

Draco watched as Hermione glared at him slightly. She was just stunning when she was fired up like this.

“You might find it funny Malfoy but I am not laughing” she told him.

Draco frowned, “Malfoy? What happened to Draco? Or do you only plan to scream out my birth name?”

Hermione folded her arms across her body and raised an indignant eyebrow at him,

“You say that as if I will allow myself to be in that position again”

She was challenging him, Draco knew this, he had never put into words what they were, what she was to him. It was a typical mortal thing – to need to have these questions answered.

“Oh you will be in that position again Granger and many others – I don’t do well with celibacy”

She sighed loudly and Draco had to resist the urge to smirk,

“What are you saying Malfoy? What exactly is going on here?”

She was standing there, in her tight little jeans and a her sweet little top, fired up and demanding answers and all Draco could do was stand there running his eyes up and down her covered body and thinking of all the things he could do to her.

“It’s a human compulsion to want to label everything, did you know that Granger? Vampires don’t tend to do that. Our loyalty to one another dictates the labels but I will indulge you. We’re in a relationship Hermione, a full blown relationship with commitment and sex and sleeping at each other’s houses, talking about the future, sharing secrets, relationship”

He moved towards her, slowly, not wanting to startle her as she was obviously considering his words.

“When did a relationship stop being an agreement between two people?” she asked him, quietly.

Draco chuckled, “Oh you agreed. You agreed the moment you let me bury myself deep inside you”

Her eyes shot to his, nervously, “That was just sex”

Her voice was small, barely a whisper, as Draco was finally close enough to her that he could place his hands gently upon her hips.

“No baby” he told her, “It wasn’t. Its never been ‘just sex’ at any point in your life and it definitely wasn’t between us on Friday night. You’re just scared to admit that there is so much more going on here”

His hands had moved to her blouse, quickly undoing the buttons and pushing it open to reveal her white lace bra.

“I-I don’t know – “ Hermione tried to stutter.

Draco paused in his actions to bring his hands to her face, forcing her to focus on him and not his actions.

“You are safe with me Hermione. You’re safe and you’re never going to find anyone else who will do for you what I can. I’m going to protect you, worship you, pleasure you, command you. We’re going to from a life together”

“Why?” she breathed.

“Because you’re all I think about Hermione” he replied, “If Vampires have mates, destined partners, then you’re mine”

He didn’t allow her another chance to speak because at that moment, Draco enveloped her lips with his own, fusing them together, tasting Granger’s sweet taste. She was still struggling to catch up with the leaps and bounds their relationship had taken and he knew she would have many questions yet but for now she was kissing him back and that’s all that mattered.

Xxxxx

They were in a relationship. That as al Hermione could think as she opened her mouth slightly to allow Draco access. Somehow, this cunning Slytherin Vampire had tricked her into a relationship and she wasn’t quite sure how. However, she wasn’t sure she was against it either. She had feelings for Draco, she just wasn’t sure when she’d formed them.

“Mine” Draco echoed again.

Xxxxx

She was so beautiful, Draco thought, all he was doing was kissing her and yet he was completely turned on. His tongue battled Hermione’s for dominance but she could tell she was only half trying, she knew he was in charge and that made their kiss that much hotter.

Sliding his hands up her body, Draco pushed her blouse the rest of the way off, his super Vampire hearing detecting the sound as it hit the floor. How did Granger manage to hide this body from so many people? She was gorgeous with this toned, petit body and mass of silky brown curls. Draco could feel himself becoming more and more aroused but she was determined to control himself. Pansy had arranged to meet with Granger and obviously this meeting was a concern to Granger. Draco wanted her to meet with Pansy in a positive mood, feeling good about him but that was only going to happen if she was feeling good. That, Draco could do.

“You’re addictive baby” Draco whispered in her ear.

Roughly, he spun her around so her back was against his chest. He moved his lips down to attack her neck, sucking gently. However, she felt her freeze,

“What?” he asked her gently.

“Are- are you going to bite me?” she sounded very nervous.

It was a valid concern, Draco knew, but he chose to play it off and continued to kiss her neck,

“That’s something we will eventually need to address but not today. Just relax”

Draco wrapped an arm around her, keeping her against him as he slide his other hand up her body, slipping underneath her lace bra and grasping her breast in his hand. He heard Hermione gasp as he tweaked her nipple between his fingers and bit lightly on her neck, never breaking the skin, just enough to leave a mark.

“Does that feel good baby?”

In response, Hermione gave a small whimper and Draco unwrapped his other hand from around her body, unpopping the button of her jeans and sliding his hand inside her underwear. She was so wet, Draco could smell her arousal.

“What are you doing?” Hermione moaned.

“You’ll enjoy it, trust me”

She was so responsive, panting quietly as Draco ran two fingers along her slit and plunged them inside her, pumping them in and out of her slowly.

“Oh” she moaned quietly.

“Can you feel me inside you? My fingers are slipping inside you, soaked in your juices”

Draco couldn’t help but capture the mental picture of the two of them – he would want to remember it forever. Hermione body was flush against his, held there by his hand, her head thrown back against his shoulder as his fingers delved inside her, bringing her to climax.

“Oh God” she breathed.

Draco had no idea what ‘God’ was but he’d hear her refer to this ‘God’ before so he was going to assume ‘God’ was like Merlin. A quick glance at the clock told Draco he’d best hurry up. Pansy would be arriving shortly and she was nothing but prompt.

“That’s it baby” he whispered to her, “Now come for me – I want to feel you squeeze around me”

In a move well practiced, Draco ran his thumb along her clit, brushing the hardened nub repeatedly until he heard Hermione’s breathy gapsps become shocked whimpers as her climax hit her and her juices ran down Draco’s hand. He felt her knees give way as he tightened his grip on her to keep her upright.

Watching Hermione Granger come undone was an erotic sight but seeing her in the immediate afterglow of her climax was what Draco found addictive. She was completely free, uninhibited, no cares she just reveled in the feel of her body and its pleasure – the pleasure she had caused her to feel.

As she basked in her post-orgasmic moment, Draco slowly removed his hands from her body – buttoning her jeans and fetching her blouse to dress her once more. Then he gently turned her to face him and placed a gentle kiss to her lips.

“Pansy may have many fancy opinions for you about Witch-Vampire relationships and you should listen because some of what she says will be important but at the same time remember, you and I – Hermione and Draco – are different and we’ll design our own relationship as we go, because Granger, you’re mine and I’m pretty sure I’m never letting you go”
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