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Change of Mind	By : hermyoneminusone Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 26841 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Hermione woke up, groggy and sore. She looked at the clock on the nightstand next to her bed. It told her that it was almost six o' clock in the evening. She slowly got up. She forgot that her romp with Malfoy earlier in the day had taken up most of her morning, not to mention her energy.
She made her way to the showers, allowing what had happened a few hours ago to sink in.
She stepped into the shower, and turned on the water as hot as it would go. The scalding water and the steam helped relaxed her protesting muscles.
She had sex with Draco Malfoy. Malfoy. Ferret boy. The person who had reminded her that she was a Mudblood almost every time they made contact. The boy that she had despised for most of her life. The person that her best friends loathed. She shagged him. And she enjoyed every minute of it.
Hermione sighed; she was really in a predicament. Never in a million years did she think she would ever have any sort of intimate contact with the blonde, let alone enjoy it. The only sexual relationship she'd ever had was with Viktor Krum, and what they did couldn't even compare to the mind blowing experience she shared with the Slytherin.
She definitely couldn't tell any of her friends about it; they would all take it the wrong way. Harry and Ron would never understand, and they would only see it as betrayal. The only two who would remotely understand what she was dealing with would be Lavender and Parvati, but she didn't want to get them involved.
And Merlin knew that she didn't want to share any details about Malfoy with those two.
After her shower, she went down the the Great Hall for dinner.
She ate with gusto, still lost in thought. It wasn't until she was leaving the Great Hall when she remembered that she had dropped her book on the floor back when she was in her passionate embrace with Draco.
She walked as fast as her aching legs would allow, only to find the hallway in where she had left it empty.
She turned around, and headed to the Library, in hopes of finding her lost book.
“Hello Madame Pince,” Hermione greeted the vulture-like librarian politely.
Madame Pince turned around, and when she saw it was Hermione she cracked a rare smile.
“Yes Hermione, how may I help you?”
“Have you recovered any... er - misplaced books today?” She asked.
Madame Pince scrunched her hook-like nose. “Not that I can recall. All the of the books that are recovered are in the back of the library.” She said, pointing in the direction of the shelf where the books were kept.
“Thank you.” Hermione said, walking the in direction of the shelf.
The library was completely void of students. The lighting was dimmer than usual, and she had a hard time finding the shelf that Madame Pince spoke of.
Finally, she found it. It was near the Restricted Section, and it was quite small. Hermione scanned the spines of numerous books, failing to find the title that she was looking for. She frowned.
“Are you looking for this?”
Hermione turned around. Standing behind her was Malfoy, holding her book. He had a smirk painted on his pale face. Hermione sighed. He must have grabbed it on his way out of the classroom earlier that day. She put her hand out for him to give it to her, but he didn't. His smirk turned into a cheeky smile.
“Not so fast Granger. How about you give me a little... incentive before I hand this over?”
She stared. “I don't have any money for you, Malfoy. Not that you need it.”
Draco laughed. “Don't play dumb Granger. You know what I mean.”
He set her book down on a table, and closed the space in between them.
He kissed her neck. “I'm ready for another round, don't you think so too?”
Hermione shut her eyes. She breathed in his scent, and it made her head spin.
“Not now,” She breathed out.
“Hmm?” Draco questioned, trailing little kisses along her jawline.
“I'm tired.” She said simply.
Malfoy chuckled. “I'm not surprised.” His kissed her on the lips, massaging her breasts through her robes. Hermione let out a small moan, muffled by his lips on hers. How could he make her feel so good in just a matter of seconds? She could feel her knickers getting damp. She couldn't let him take control of her that way.
“No.” She said sternly, turning her face away from his. “Not today, Malfoy.”
Draco looked at her with narrowed eyes. She was serious.
“Fine. But don't expect to get this from me anytime soon.” He picked up the book, and stalked out of the Library.
Hermione stood there for a few moments, feeling flustered, then silently walked to her dormitory.
~*~
It was Monday morning. The Winter Holidays were over, and classes had resumed once again.
Hermione got dressed, her stomach doing small flip flops. She would have to see Richard today. She didn't really know what to say to him. She wanted to say something that would satisfy her need for a comeback, but at the same time she didn't really want to say anything to him at all.
Lavender and Parvati were behind Hermione one hundred percent.
“Just yell Hermione, and we'll be there in a flash!” Lavender exclaimed, getting ready for classes.
“We'll back you up!” Parvati told her patriotically as she braided her hair in front of the mirror.
Hermione smiled weakly. “I'll be fine. But thank you, you have no idea how much you've helped me this past week.”
“Don't thank us, Hermione! It's what girls do!” Lavender said cheerily, rummaging for something in her drawer.
She seemed to find what she was looking for, and she handed it to Hermione.
“Here.” She said, giving Hermione the battered copy of Eligible English Bachelors: Young Witch Edition. “For evidence against Richard.” She winked.
Hermione smiled and tucked the magazine into her robes.
~*~
Hermione was almost at the Great Hall when she was pulled behind a small alcove by a pair of strong hands. She immediately grabbed her wand from her robes, ready to hex that person's arse into the next millennium.
“Bloody hell Granger, it's only me.” Malfoy scolded her, looking at her wand with a hint of annoyance.
“Sorry.” She said, putting her wand away. She looked up at him with interest.
“So I was thinking, maybe – ” Draco started.
Hermione abruptly cut him off. She heard footsteps, and she couldn't risk anybody seeing her and Draco speaking with each other in such a compromising position.
She peeked around the corner, and saw none other than Richard Praxley walking in their direction.
Hermione thought fast. Draco was standing right in front of her. Richard was coming closer as the seconds passed. The situation was too perfect to pass up.
Vengeance! The rebel in her mind screamed.
Like an animal, she pounced on Draco, and began to kiss him like there was no tomorrow. Draco was caught by surprise, but he did not complain; her hands were in his hair, her legs were wrapped around his waist, and his hands were on her arse.
Hermione counted down in her head. Three... two... one... Bingo.
Richard was startled by the sight that met his eyes.
“Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean to walk in on – what – ” He squinted in confusion. “HERMIONE?!”
She broke her fervent kiss with Malfoy, and looked at Richard innocently as though she had just realized he was there.
“Yes?” She asked sweetly, untangling herself from the blonde Slytherin.
“Wou – Would you mind explaining yourself?!” Richard sputtered in rage, annoyed at the nonchalant demeanor she put forth.
Hermione licked her lips, looking thoughtful. “I believe I was snogging Malfoy here,” She said, pointing at Draco with her thumb.
“Yes, I can see that.” Richard snapped, now obviously annoyed. “My question is why?”
Hermione feigned surprise.
“Oh! You want to know why? Well, I have two reasons for you. Here's reason number one...”
She pulled the magazine from beneath her robes and shoved it into his hands.
Richard looked at the cover, and his eyes widened with shock. He sputtered, trying to explain himself.
Hermione ignored him, and continued on with her previous statement.
“The second reason, if you were wondering, is simple. He's just a good kisser.”
Draco watched the sight in front of him, slightly amused. Granger really knew how to deliver a good kick in the balls when the time called for it.
“Do you have any sort of explanation for yourself?” Hermione asked him, indicating the front cover of the magazine.
Richard looked up at her, defeat in his eyes. “No.”
“I didn't think so.” She said coldly.
She turned her attention to the blonde bystander.
“I will be needing my book back today, Malfoy.” She told Draco, staring him in the eye.
Draco smirked, understanding what she really meant. “I'll bring it over later this evening.”
Hermione looked at Richard once again. “You can keep that by the way,” She told him, indicating the tabloid in his hands. “I think you'll enjoy it.”
And with that, she headed off to the Great Hall, in search of Harry and Ron.
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