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Sexual Expression	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 41140 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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A/N: The usual thanks are due to my beta, Mamacita and to all of you who are reading, rating and reviewing. I really appreciate it.
‘I need to talk to you.’
Draco pushed himself away from the wall he had been leaning against and blocked Chris’ path.
‘What now, Malfoy?’ Chris asked wearily.
He had just spent yet another evening listening to Hermione complain about Draco and was eager to get back to his own room for a rest and some peace and quiet. The last thing he needed was to have Draco on his back as well. Chris really did care for Hermione, and he was still determined to ensure her welfare but he had no idea what the hell Draco was playing at.
After their previous conversation he had hoped Draco might see the light and up his game, but from Hermione’s confused ranting Chris wasn’t sure what the man had done. Surely it wasn’t that hard for Draco to admit to his feelings and to get Hermione to admit to hers, was it? The longer this went on, the more painful it became for all of them, especially for Chris.
Knowing that Draco was going to take Hermione away from him eventually had left Chris unable to devote as much to the relationship as he would have liked, to ensure that his own heart wasn’t completely shredded when the end finally came. But another few weeks had gone by and still Draco hadn’t given Hermione what she needed to hear, although he had, thank fuck, finally followed some of Chris’ advice.
He had asked her out for lunch and finally started using her first name — Chris had managed to glean that much from his conversations with Hermione over the last couple of days. But what had happened during their lunch date he had no idea, because Hermione refused point-blank to talk about it and was now in even greater denial about her desire for Draco than ever before.
Chris had considered going to find Draco to discover what the hell he thought he was playing at, but the part of himself that he had allowed to become attached to Hermione didn’t want to play go-between for them. It wasn’t his fault Draco was crap at sorting out his relationship, and there was no reason for Chris to help the man when he was going to end up the loser.
‘I need you to dump Hermione,’ Draco told him matter-of-factly.
Chris sighed. ‘We’ve already been through this. I told you, I have no intention of doing that to her.’
‘But you have to,’ Draco insisted.
Chris, catching something in his voice, looked at him interestedly. ‘And why’s that, Draco? It’s not my fault you keep fucking up with her.’
‘It is your fault,’ Draco countered. ‘I did what you suggested and took Hermione to lunch. And I called her by her first name — which worked, actually, so I suppose I should thank you for that. We talked.’
‘What did you say to her, though?’ Chris asked, knowing Draco’s manner wasn’t generally conducive to a good conversation with Hermione.
‘I told her I liked her,’ Draco admitted, ‘and I told her it was time she admitted she liked me, too. That it was time for her to stop pretending.’
Chris groaned. ‘Oh, fuck, what did you do that for? I told you to be grateful, not bloody antagonise her.’
‘I just wanted her to admit that she fancies me,’ Draco said. ‘Is that too much to ask?’
Chris snorted. ‘In your case, yes. Your attitude is completely wrong, Malfoy. I told you that before. It’s no wonder she’s not interested.’
‘She is, though, we both know that,’ Draco said. ‘And so does she, she just doesn’t want to admit it — even after she kissed me.’
‘She kissed you?’ Chris’ stomach lurched at Draco’s words. Although he had known it was coming, it didn’t help to stop the dull ache.
‘Well, I kissed her to start with,’ Draco admitted, ‘but she participated just as fully as I did once we got going. It rather surprised me, actually, just how passionate she was.’
‘She’s not frigid,’ Chris said derisively, ‘just seriously mixed up, thanks to you. So what did you do to ruin it this time? I suppose you tried to get her into bed with one of your stupid lecherous suggestions, did you? That’s nothing to do with me, Malfoy. That’s entirely your problem.’
‘Hermione won’t do anything with me because she’s seeing you,’ Draco said unhappily. ‘She stopped kissing me for that reason, although I know she didn’t want to. If you split up with her I’ll be able to move in without worrying about her running off again.’
‘If you had won her over as much you think you have she wouldn’t have been thinking about me, would she?’Chris said sensibly. ‘I think you have still got a lot of work to do there.’
‘She was completely into it,’ Draco asserted. ‘Hermione’s just highly moral, isn’t she? She doesn’t sleep around and she doesn’t cheat on people. If you weren’t her boyfriend, she wouldn’t have stopped.’
‘So you think,’ Chris said, ‘but I don’t think your attitude has changed that much, Draco. You’re still acting like you’re doing her a favour. So why should I leave Hermione to your not-so-tender mercies?’
‘Because I’m completely in love with her,’ Draco admitted miserably. ‘I tried to tell her that . . . sort of. I mean, I didn’t want to freak her out completely by outright telling her I was in love with her, not after everything that happened between us at school. I don’t think she would believe me. But she thinks I just want to fuck her. I tried to tell her I want more than that, but then she brought you into it. That gave her the excuse she needed to back away from talking about or admitting her true feelings. If you weren’t around she wouldn’t be able to deny it any more. If you weren’t around, she would be mine.’
‘You’re taking a lot on faith,’ Chris said, ‘but I can understand your frustration. At least you’re not trying to buy me off this time.’
‘There isn’t any point,’ Draco said honestly. ‘After last time I knew you wouldn’t bite. But seriously, Chris, I really would do anything.’ He looked at the other man. ‘I know you like Hermione, but do you honestly think it’s going to work out between the two of you? You know as well as I do it’s me she wants really, even if she isn’t willing to admit it yet.’
Chris looked appraisingly at the man in front of him. Draco was one of those old-school Pure-bloods who were arrogant and self-serving, but there had been a change in him. Although he was still not quite as humble as Chris would have liked, Draco had definitely made some improvement. And he was accurate about Hermione hiding behind her relationship with him in order to not have to deal with her feelings for Draco.
‘Do you want me to beg you?’ Draco asked suddenly, his voice low and husky.
Chris looked at him in surprise. ‘No, of course I don’t,’ he said quickly, and then he sighed. ‘All right, I’ll talk to Hermione. But you had just better be ready to step in and pick up the pieces, Malfoy because she’s going to be a complete mess. I’m not sure you fully understand just how fragile you’ve made her.’
‘I will,’ Draco said seriously. He took Chris’ hand and shook it. ‘Thank you. I know this is hard for you, Chris, but you know it will be for the best in the long run.’
‘If you do anything to hurt her or if you really do intend to just use her for your entertainment, I will find out,’ Chris said seriously after he had gazed intently at Draco for a few more seconds. He squeezed his hand a little tighter. ‘And believe me, Malfoy, your life won’t be worth living.’
‘I promise that won’t happen,’ Draco said. ‘I love Hermione and one day I’m going to marry her.’
Chris nodded at this and smiled for the first time since the two men had started talking. ‘You know what, Draco? I actually believe you’re telling the truth for once.’

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‘Well, that didn’t take you long, did it?’ Hermione said miserably. ‘Come to gloat, have you? Come to take the piss out of me about losing yet another boyfriend?’
Draco gazed at Hermione as he tried to decide what to say. Sympathising over the breakup would be hypocritical. She knew as well as he did that he wasn’t at all upset at Chris ending their relationship, but whereas before Draco would have brashly offered to take her mind off things or lewdly offered to take Chris’ place in bed, he couldn’t do that any longer. He wasn’t sure whether it was because he had finally grown up and realised that sort of juvenile behaviour didn’t attract a woman like Hermione to his bed or he was just so desperate not to fuck it up with her now that he finally had his chance.
‘Why don’t you just piss off and leave me alone?’ Hermione continued, her voice catching as she said it. ‘I’m miserable enough without having to deal with you and your bloody innuendos. It’s your fault Chris dumped me, anyway, your fault that yet again my relationship has ended in failure. So thanks for that, Draco. You’re a real star.’
‘What do you mean, it’s my fault?’ Draco asked, wondering what Chris had told her.
Hermione looked at him accusingly, her eyes full of tears. ‘Chris told me he couldn’t continue to see me because of what was going on between you and me. I told him there was nothing going on between us but he’s still convinced, even now, that I fancy you, and he told me it was time for me to stop hiding and sort it out once and for all.’
‘Perhaps he was right,’ Draco said softly.
‘There’s nothing to sort,’ Hermione screeched before descending into a flood of tears. ‘How many times do I have to tell everyone I’m not interested in you? And god knows your interest in me is purely sexual.’
‘That’s not true, Hermione,’ Draco retorted. ‘Just because you refuse to admit there’s something between us doesn’t mean there isn’t. And as I’ve told you before, my interest isn’t just sexual. I want so much more than that.’
‘Oh, that’s right, you want more than just a fuck,’ Hermione said sarcastically. ‘Always so eager to show how much you care for me, aren’t you? I mean, I’ve seen all the stuff you’ve done for me . . . oh, actually . . . no, I haven’t, because you’ve never done anything except tell me how much you want to fuck me.’
‘You have no idea what I’ve done for you,’ Draco snarled. He broke off, realising he had said too much.
Hermione looked at him in surprise and gave a frown as she wiped away a few stray tears. ‘What do you mean? What have you done for me?’ Draco shook his head. ‘Tell me,’ Hermione said, her ire rising. ‘Come on, then. If it’s so wonderful what you’ve done for me, why the hell don’t you tell me?’
‘Hermione . . . Hermione, calm down.’ Draco looked at the seething woman, debating whether he could take her in his arms and comfort her or whether that would get him another slap. He decided to take the chance. He walked forward and pulled her towards him, wrapping his arms around her tightly before she had a chance to fight him off.
‘Let go of me,’ Hermione said angrily.
‘No,’ Draco replied mildly. ‘You need to calm down and you need a hug. So stop fighting it and just relax. I’ll let you go when you’ve calmed down a bit.’
Finally accepting defeat, Hermione slumped in Draco’s arms, her head on his shoulder as she sobbed loudly, her heart breaking as it had so many times before. But this time it was even more painful. The relationship with Chris had lasted for a while — the longest she had ever had, in fact, especially if you included all the time she and Chris had spent together in class — and she had really thought her luck had finally changed.
Draco spent almost two hours holding Hermione as she cried, his hand gently stroking her back, trying to soothe and support her as he whispered quietly into her ear. He couldn’t help the twinge of guilt he felt at knowing that once again it was he who had caused her life to shatter, he who had given her such pain. But however bad he felt about his part in her despair, no guilt could overcome the elation that was growing inside him at the realisation that now there was nothing to stop him in his conquest of her. All he had to do was play it cool and not get over-confident, be a friend first and potential lover second, and eventually Hermione would realise he was serious about her and begin to accept her own feelings of desire for him.
Although Draco was enjoying the feel of Hermione in his arms even if only platonically, after a time he had to leave. He had a class to get to, and having already skipped the last two with this particular tutor he knew he couldn’t possibly get away with missing another, however much he might prefer to stay here. Another missed class would mean a long lecture and a warning that if his attendance record and grades didn’t improve he would be sent down, and he couldn’t risk that happening. He needed to be here in order to be with Hermione. After everything he had done to be with her it was unthinkable that they would be separated. He released his grip on her reluctantly.
‘I’m sorry, Hermione, but I’ve got to go. I’ve got a class, and I really can’t miss it or I’ll be in major trouble.’ He pulled back a little, looking intently at her as he held her waist. ‘Are you all right?’
Hermione nodded although tears still streamed down her face, seemingly set off anew by Draco’s abandoning of her. She looked wretched.
Draco stroked her face gently. ‘I’m sorry, love. I can come back after class if you want me to.’
Hermione sniffed, then shook her head. ‘No. I’ve got a class this afternoon, too. I should go to that.’
Draco looked worriedly at her. ‘Perhaps you would be better off giving it a miss today.’
Hermione glared at him. ‘Why? I’ve never missed a lesson since I’ve been here and I don’t intend to start now. What else would I do, anyway? Sit here and cry some more and just be thoroughly pissed off with everything? At least the lecture will take my mind off things.’
‘Shall I come and see you later?’ Draco asked. ‘We can go out for a drink if you want, or I could bring some booze round here, if you’d rather stay in. I have to admit I’m not keen on you being alone at the moment.’
Hermione thought for a few seconds. ‘I don’t want to go out,’ she said quietly. ‘I don’t think I’m up to that, but a glass or two of wine would be nice.’ She gazed keenly at Draco. ‘But I’m not sleeping with you.’
Draco felt a little jolt of disappointment at her words but pushed it down. ‘I know that,’ he said. ‘That isn’t my reason for coming round. I just want to make sure you’re all right.’ He grasped her hand and squeezed it comfortingly.
Hermione gave Draco a weak smile. ‘I’m having dinner with Harry and Ron, so I’ll be back here about eight or eight-thirty if you’re sure you want to come round.’
Draco raised her hand to his lips. ‘Nothing could keep me away,’ he said honestly.
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