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What Happens in Bulgaria...	By : jadedust Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 12209 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Wait…I have to sit up.”

“Oh, but…the angle’s better if you… lean back.”

“It’s…awkward, Granger…I’ll fall over.”

“Just…use your arm…for support.”

“It’ll get…tired. Here,” Draco panted and grasped Hermione’s hips as he lay back on the fur rug where they’d finally made it for round three after some napping and a slow, sweet, spooning shag on the bed.

Above him, Hermione suddenly stilled, arms shyly covering her heaving breasts, eyes cast toward the rekindled fire. Her thighs gripped him tightly, lean and taut, her wet sex sheathing his unfailingly interested prick even tighter.

“Are you joking?” Draco gaped. Shaking his head, he took her wrists and pulled, straightening his arms over his head against the luxuriously soft rug and causing her to lean forward, her breasts just grazing his chest, her flushed, sweat-sheened face hovering above his. She squeaked, and he smirked. “There, that should be the perfect angle. Now ride me, Granger. I have yet to feel you come while I’m inside you, and I’m sure it’s not to be missed.”

Hermione bit her lip before breaking into a tremulous smile. She began to move, rocking her hips slowly at first until she found a rhythm, then squeezed her eyes shut and moaned, body undulating faster and faster. Draco arched his neck and shut his own eyes, afraid the sight alone would make him come too soon.

He felt her wrest her grip from his, then the heat of her palms was burning his shoulders, fingernails scraping his slick flesh. Her cries grew louder and higher, her grinding frantic, and he couldn’t help but open his eyes and watch as she forgot herself, the clenching of her hot cunt signaling her orgasm. Draco gasped as the intense rippling all around his length triggered his own, and he reached up to grab at her hips as he emptied himself inside her.

“Sweet fucking Merlin!” he swore before releasing his hold on her. Hermione slumped forward atop him a moment, giggling, before crawling off and curling up at his side.

“Aren’t you glad I convinced you about the rug?” he asked once he could breathe (and think and speak) normally.

“We could have done that on the bed,” she reasoned, but she was smiling up at him. “So, was it as spectacular as you’d hoped?”

“Oh yes. I am now aware how insufficient imagination can be. And one’s own hand, though I’d already figured that out. I’d even say it was worth the wait, though honestly we could have been doing this weeks ago.” He stroked her arm affectionately just to show he wasn’t too peeved.

She sighed and sat up. “Well, Draco, it hasn’t been easy, dealing with the fact that the person with whom I’ve found the most chemistry is a boy who’s been quite nasty to me—and my friends—in the not-too-distant past. Being away from Hogwarts has been a wonderful opportunity for us, but what happens when we go back?”

Shit. What had he started? There went the afterglow.

“I didn’t mean...can’t we talk about this later? Like, tomorrow?” He made to kiss her, but it was too late; she was getting up and heading for the bed.

“No, we can’t.” She wrapped herself in a blanket and stared at the floor. “Your father will be here not long from now, and…I’m going back to England later today.”

Draco didn’t move. He couldn’t. Something heavy had settled in his stomach—or plummeted there. “You might have told me,” he ground out, voice tight. “Sod that, Granger, what the bloody hell?” He got to his feet and yanked his robe from the hook by the door, feeling ridiculous and vulnerable being the naked one.

“I was going to,” she said earnestly, crossing the room to him. He shook his head like he couldn’t believe it. “I was going to tell you today, at lunch at the usual place. I’ve stayed in Sofia longer than I was supposed to, pushing my departure back day by day to be with you. Obviously I hadn’t planned on…this.” She gestured back to the bed. “I hadn’t planned on sleeping with you. I thought it would be a bad idea, that it would just make things harder, and now it has.” Her eyes were shiny in the flickering light.

A muscle in Draco’s jaw twitched. He never knew how to deal with crying girls; typically he ignored them until they went away, but the problem was, he didn’t want Hermione to leave.

“Another reason for you to hate my father,” he said. “But I’m not going to pretend I’d rather this didn’t happen.”

She nodded and took a step closer; he let her. “I’m not going to either.” Standing on her toes, she gazed up at him hopefully, arms going about his neck. He kissed her without hesitation, slow and long. When they pulled apart for air, he bent to kiss her again, arm tightening around her waist, his other hand pulling at the blanket she was wrapped in to reach for her breast. She made a quiet sound of distress. “Draco, I really don’t think I can again,” she whinged.

He chuckled. “Me neither,” he assured her, though he was half-hard already.

She gave him a peck and pulled away. “Besides, we need to get ready. I know I shouldn’t, but I’m going to enjoy Stunning your father into next week.”

“You’re certain this is the only way?” Draco joined her by the nightstand.

“It’s either Oblivate or be Obliviated,” she noted, picking up his wand and handing it to him. “I can’t think of another way around it. This isn’t like the Rita Skeeter situation.”

“Rita Skeeter?”

“Nevermind. Right, so remember: you Summon my wand, then I’ll Stun and Obliviate him. I just hope my Stunning spell is strong enough or we’ll have to knock him out manually.” Draco paled at the prospect of having to brain his own father with a candelabra or something. “You’ll have to drag him next door to your parents’ room since you’re not sure about your Levicorpus, and I’ll have Floo’d to the Krums’ already. We wouldn’t want your mother spotting me or your father waking prematurely and seeing me.” Hermione had insisted on concocting their plan after their nap earlier. It was no surprise she’d feel the need to go over it again despite its simplicity. Draco couldn’t bring himself to be annoyed; apparently snogging and shagging her had made even her know-it-allness endearing. “I need something to wear,” she said distractedly, searching the room.

“You know what a Slytherin would do in this situation, don’t you?”

“Transfigure this?” She held up the red ribbon.

He smirked. “Too right, but I was referring to the whole situation.”

She tilted her head in curiosity.

“Obliviate me, too.” He looked at her expectantly. He knew it was a remote chance, but she’d been surprising him the past few weeks with her rather slippery manipulations. And if it was a question of her safety, he wouldn’t put it past her.

“Oh, Draco,” she frowned and returned to his side. “I’d never! Honestly, I don’t even like having to do this to your father despite his being a right bastard. But like I said, it’s him or me.”

Draco took her by the hips. “That’s what I thought. And in that case, I definitely pick you. You know why, Granger?”

“Because you’re not a completely vile human being?” she suggested threateningly with a glare for emphasis.

He smirked. “Because I want you to always remember that I was the first to fuck you.”

She flushed then raised her head haughtily. “And I want to never forget that I was the first girl you fucked.” She smiled over-sweetly. “Oh, and—” she shoved him backwards with all her might, and he jounced on the bed, chest stinging with the force of her hands—“that’s for thinking I’d Obliviate you.”

“Ouch! Be careful! I’m delicate,” he pouted then smirked when she rolled her eyes. It had been a while; he must have set some sort of record for non-eye-rolling. “Anyway, I can’t help my Slytherin nature. Really you should be thankful I suspect treachery at every turn. It’s a defense mechanism.”

“Yes, for you,” she said, finally opening the closet and pulling out a set of his robes and slipping into them.

“And people I care about,” he said softly. His stomach was doing funny things again, but instead of heaviness, this time it felt too light in his body. He toyed with his wand, Levitating the red ribbon and trying to tie it in a bow midair. He heard her approach, felt her hand on his chin. She lifted it.

“If you can prove that to me in the coming year—I mean, if you want to—maybe we could…maybe this wouldn’t have to stay here, between us. There was the Quidditch World Cup, and that was before you even really knew me, and I just need to know who you’re going to be, Draco.”

He swallowed. He didn’t know. The ribbon fell into his hand, silky and cool.

“Okay,” he said simply. It was almost 7:00.

He wrapped the ribbon around her waist like a sash and couldn’t help but feel it held his future.

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Thanks for reading! I can now say I have officially deflowered Draco (and Hermione). I was interested in exploring what might happen between them during Hogwarts years but AWAY from Hogwarts and everyone who knows them. Originally I thought the ending would be even more open than this, but I think it's quite hopeful. :)
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