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No Problem	By : BranowynIvy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 8848 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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20 Weeks

"Stop it, stop it, stop it!" Hermione pressed her hands to each ear, holding her head as though it pained her. Ron was at it again. Raging on and on about how horrible she was. How could she do this to them? After everything Draco did? How could she let him touch her, kiss her? It was disgusting, it was betrayal.

It had been five weeks since Draco and Hermione had stepped out of their common room that day. Hands intertwined tightly as they waded through the crowds of shocked students, through the whispers and finally through the tangible the anger. So much anger. Who knew that Hermione's personal life held so much interest for people she hardly knew. Who knew that so many people would take offense to Draco's choice of company. Who knew?

"Ron!" Harry bellowed, finally stepping between the red head and Hermione, breaking their line of sight and giving Hermione a brief reprieve. He glared at Ron, "Ron, stop talking!" His voice held no mercy. It was a demand from someone protecting another, a friend and Hermione was grateful for it.

Almost instantly the noise that berated and violated her halted, no longer buzzing angrily around her head. She sighed in defeat. "I do not know what else to tell you Ronald. I cannot take it back and I do not want to. Draco and I are together, it happened. It was not a nightmare, it is not a ploy to upset you, and I was not poisoned or drugged or bewitched. Please, please for love of all that you hold dear, please let it go." She forced her gaze to meet his, pleading with him further in silence. He had to forgive her. He had to.

Ron shook his head slowly, "Why, Hermione? You never answer me when I ask. Why?" His voice cracked as he uttered the final word. Had she really hurt him so much?

Harry had been angry but it took only days, days for him to listen to her and in the end, he was still her friend. Did he agree? No. Did he alienate her for it? Of course not. But then, Harry had always understood that life did not always turn out the way you expect. He would not hold it against her and she loved him all the more for it. Draco and Harry? They were a long way off of being in the same room at the same time but she would take what she could get. Even tenuous indifference, it was a step in the right direction. It was a start.

Somehow she gathered her courage, strength that she drew from some unknown place and wrapped it around her like a shield. She took a step forward and then another, each one longer than the last so that when she stilled once more she was but an arm's length away from Ron. She held her hand out and watched him as he shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. She let it fall back to her side. "I never answer because you would not hear me. You are so wrapped up in your own feelings and anger that even if I stood here, inches away you would not hear me, Ronald."

His eyes narrowed but his body relaxed somewhat-encouraging. "I am listening now, Hermione. Tell me. Convince me that I am wrong."

"He is not the same boy we knew growing up. In fact, he was never that boy to begin with."

"Bullocks."

Frustration overwhelmed her. How many times had she done this? Stood before him in supplication? How many times had he denied her? Too many. She reached out and took his hand against his will as though by touching him, she would reach him. "Do you trust me?"

He turned his face from her, his stony expression firmly in place.

Hermione tugged on his hand, tightening her grip. "Ron? Remember first year? When you were trapped in the Devil's Snare? You trusted me then with your life and I came through for you. Think back on all the years we have been friends, when have I ever, ever steered you wrong?"

His eyes flickered shut but still, he said nothing.

"Draco was born a Malfoy. He was born to the dark side, to a cruel father and he was raised to be in his image but what happened when he had the chance to prove himself? Did he kill Dumbledore? Did he fight for Voldemort in the end?"

"That does not mean anything, Hermione. Except that maybe he is a coward."

She could not stop herself, her hand flew before she knew what she was doing and her palm connected with his cheek with a loud slap. Ron stumbled back, yanking his arm away from her. "What the hell?"

What the hell? His words stung her more than they should have. She could not do this anymore, she could not take it. For better or worse she was Draco's now and she could not let him say these things any longer. She had to protect him, she had to protect what she had built with him and in doing so maybe she could prove to Ron that she was serious. This was not going to go away.

"You will not speak of him that way. Not anymore." She matched the steps he took away from her, stalking him. "I have been patient. I have taken your abuse and your cruelty. No more. I am with Draco Malfoy because he makes me happy. I do not know how it happened or why but it did. If you wish to continue your friendship with me then this ends now, Ronald. Right now. What will it be?" Finally they stopped moving, she had boxed him in. His eyes darted from side to side but he found no escape. Now or never. She watched him with bated breath, hoping with every fiber of her being that she would not lose a friend this night.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Ginny step forward and take Harry's hand as they looked on. No one, it would seem, knew how this would end. As was the case with Harry, Ginny had only needed time to think before she accepted this new part of Hermione. So now they waited together, dreading and yet willing Ron to open his mouth. It would not take much. A word or two at the most. He had but to speak.

Hermione refocused on him, watching as his chest heaved with each breath. She knew him well enough to know that his heart was hammering in his chest. His nostrils flared and he closed his eyes tightly and she knew he had come to his decision. "Ron?"

He shook his head and her heart felt like it was breaking, cracking straight down the middle…

"You are my friend and I loved you once." He whispered finally.

Her own heart pounded in her ears, she felt her lips part and the word slip past. "But?"

He exhaled heavily, his eyes re-opening to pin her. "No but…I do not like it, I do not like him but if it means losing you to fight it further than I will stop." He let his arms drop to the side, "I will let it go."

Hermione felt a tear build at the corner of her eye and wiped it away, "You have no idea what that means to me." She gave him a tumultuous smile and held her hand out again with more hope this time.

Her smile grew when he reached for it and held it tight. For the first time in over a month, she had hope that maybe; just maybe everything really would be okay.

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"She is a Gryffindor."

Draco nodded once, his eyes narrowed and full of fire. He sat in front of his friend, the only friend that had stood by him. Blaise. He had said nothing those first few weeks, practically pretending that nothing was amiss. No more. Draco needed to know. Was he angry, disgusted? What? He had to feel something, think something! They would play at this charade no longer. Blaise could not just pretend anymore.

"Her blood-"

"There is nothing wrong with her blood. It is as red as mine."

Blaise nodded reluctantly, "How did it happen?"

He took a deep breath before he answered. He needed to word this right for Blaise and for himself. "She crawled under my skin and took up residence. She invaded my thoughts and my dreams and then, in a moment of pure insanity we did not kill each other." He felt the corners of his lips quirk at the memory and his countenance softened, if only slightly, "She is my match in every way…"

Blaise should his head, his expression incredulous. "Wow."

"So?"

"So what?"

Draco practically growled, his temper flaring. "You have been pretending for the last month and half that nothing is different. You have not said her name or looked at her when she is near. Are you my friend?"

"Of course."

"Then say something."

Blaise rubbed his eyes tiredly and wiped his face as though to brush away his exhaustion. It was late. "I have not met a Slytherin yet that does not have an opinion about your relationship with her. Every corner I turn I hear your name insulted and stained." He held his hands out, gesturing to himself. "But here I am. Draco, I am your friend."

Draco felt his tension easing, his shoulders relaxing and yet…"You still have not said her name."

Blaise chuckled heartily, "Hermione." He shouted.

"Good." Draco smiled then, a genuine smile.

Blaise laughed again and shook his head as though the action would clear the noticeably thick air. "So, can I ask you something?" His brow arched and his lips twisted into a smirk.

Draco nodded slowly. He knew that look.

"Granger, she is not so innocent? Am I right?"

Draco chuckled, each and every dirty detail spilling into his mind. She had told him this would happen…

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25 Weeks

"Again!"

Draco slid off of her sweat slickened body with a groan, "You will kill me!"

Hermione rolled over and pressed herself against the length of his body, her breath still ragged as she tried to calm her racing heart. "Maybe, but what a way to go." A giggle bubble forth and she nipped at his ear playfully. "I am not tired yet." She whined, her tongue tracing sensitive skin.

Draco scoffed at that. "You are lying! You are just as exhausted as I am."

She shook her head, determination set on her features. "Not."

He watched her with a grin, his fingers brushing a stray hair from her cheek. "Fine but if you break it, I will curse your finely toned ass."

Hermione bit her lip and swung her leg over his hips, pulling herself up into a seated position with her core pressed against his hardening length. She would never get enough of him. Draco reached up and cupped her breasts, pinching the peaks as she leaned into his touch. She whimpered softly when he let his hands drop but he admonished her as he pushed himself up onto his elbows and pressed a kiss to her collar bone. Appeased, Hermione sighed happily and began to slowly rock her hips, creating such delicious friction between their aching bodies.

Draco thrust against her, his fatigue suddenly forgotten. His lust for her never slaked. "We have class tomorrow." He whispered between the kisses he was peppering over her shoulders and neck.

Hermione undulated her hips and won a moan from him. "Mm, we studied." She countered.

Draco swirled his tongue over her pulse. "Did we? I seem to remember that little session getting interrupted."

"Do you?" She asked breathlessly, her cheeks flushed from excitement.

"Yes, yes it is all coming back to me now."

"Tell me."

"It's foggy but I remember you."

She laughed softly, tightening her thighs around him. "Well that is comforting."

Draco rolled his hips, reveling in the sound she made. "On your knees."

"Was I?" She asked innocently, her eyes widenin.

He nodded quickly. "And your mouth."

"What about my mouth?" Her tone was sinful.

"It was wrapped around my cock, sucking quite diligently." He mimicked the action on her throat.

Hermione moaned softly, "Don't forget the licking." She pressed herself down with greater force than before, her wet core begging for him.

Draco suckled her neck harder, leaving his mark on her pale skin. "Cannot forget that. Such a talented tongue."

Hermione lowered her mouth to his ear, "You tasted sweet."

Draco chuckled low, "Did I? So you do remember?"

"Maybe." She used one of her hands to guide his mouth to hers, kissing him hungrily.

Draco returned it with fervor. His heart swelling as she caressed him tenderly, her fingers tracing his shoulders and arms. It was not a sexual act. Yes they were naked and pressed together. But there was something else. Something he had been as of yet too afraid to name.

It had been there for weeks, nagging at him. It was there when he watched her. It was there when he heard her voice. It was there when he touched her. It was there when she slept beside him and woke with a smile on her face. He thought back to the last few weeks and realized that it had grown rapidly. She had fought against him, with him and now for him. Such fire and passion. He would never tire of her. "Hermione?" He murmured against her mouth and felt her lips smile. She did not go far.

"Yes?"

"If…If I told you something. Would you bite my head off?"

She chuckled light heartedly and sat up, each of her palms resting comfortably on his chest. "Most definitely not."

"I-" He frowned as the words he was about to speak sank in. No going back.

"You?" She encouraged.

He caught her gaze and the sight made up his mind. Warm brown eyes that watched him with such emotion. "I love you."

Her breath caught in her throat and a hand flew to her mouth to cover the way it had fallen open. After what seemed like an eternity of seconds, she removed it and brushed her thumb over his bottom lip. A smile dawned on her and his heart soared. She truly was magnificent. Radiant. "Prove it."

Draco grinned at her and placed each of his hands on her hips as she lowered herself back to his mouth. "Make love to me." She said softly, her lips catching his.

He dug his fingers in and rolled them over so that she lay on her back and he lay between her thighs. He let his tongue sweep into her mouth as he tasted her, purring his satisfaction. Gently he cradled her head in his hands and kissed her sweetly as he raised his hips, entering her eagerly.

They moaned together as he filled her to the limit. Her hands gripping his shoulders as he began to move within her, pulling out and thrusting back in, holding her close. He wanted her to feel this, every part of him. He wanted to give her everything.

"Draco!" She cried out, her body wrapping around him and holding him tight. How he loved to hear his name on her lips. He kissed her again, swallowing the sounds she made greedily and demanding more by driving her to new heights.

He wanted her to understand how much he meant what he said. Her nails scratched lightly down his arms as she met his every thrust. They moved in perfect asymmetry, when he would drive down she would push up. She matched his rhythm and followed his every thought. Perfection.

When she finally came for him, she saw stars. Her passion built slowly until it simmered and then burst from her in a rush of pleasure and sensation. Draco allowed himself to spill within in her only when she demanded it with her body and collapsed on top of her, breathing her in.

Minutes passed as they regained their breath but eventually, Hermione found her voice. "Draco?"

He pushed himself up so that he could face her.

"I love you too."

He smiled and kissed her softly. "Do you think this can last?"

She returned his gesture, "No problem."
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