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Hermione Reparo	By : Kit_Stella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 20416 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any characters from the books or films. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Yay, a new chapter because it's Monday and it's the beginning of a loooong week that I'm not looking forward to.
Anyways, does anyone have any ideas for the title of this fic? I am having a hard time finding a good one here...
Speaking of hard...lemons are on their way ;-)
Enjoy
KS

Chapter 6: Dream On

She was in the Prefect bathroom again, in the shower. The lights were dim and she could see a form through the waterfall curtain approaching. Soon, the form pierced through the curtain and she realized it was a soaking wet and muddy Draco, wearing nothing but a pair of black sweatpants.
The look in his eye left no room for any doubt. He was there for her and wanted only her. Before she was able to say anything he pressed his body against hers, driving her almost painfully into the wall behind her as his lips found hers for the most intense kiss. First he nipped then bit at her lips but when she granted him access to her mouth she was lost in a world where only the soft caress of his lips and tongue against hers existed. His body, perfectly aligned with hers, he tilted her face up by pulling her hair down. One of his arms then made it’s way behind her back as if to hold her even closer to him if possible. His other arm ran up and down her side, from her arm to her thigh, slowing under her breast first tracing it delicately then cupping it with passion. She could feel how hard he was through his damp pants and she was wetter than she had ever felt before. She wrapped her arms around his neck, then moved them down his back running her nails along it, gaining her a feral growl from him. He started biting at her neck, making her moan with pleasure as she raised a knee and rubbed it against his thigh. Not wasting a second, Draco grabbed her knee and brought her leg around his waist, repeating the action with her other leg. She could feel how hard he was and the next thing she knew, he was stepping out of his sweatpants that had pooled around his feet on the floor. He stopped his ministrations on her neck to look at her with his piercing grey eyes. She noticed again the beautiful blue flecks in them and felt herself getting lost in them. While never breaking eye contact, Draco aligned himself with her opening and slowly drove himself into her soaking wet folds.
“You. Are. My. Goddess.” He said as he pushed into her, filling her to the hilt.
Pleasure immediately assaulted her body, as it never had before. She had never felt so full and aroused in her life.
Draco began a regular pace, curving his hips as he set a grinding motion with her, making waves of pleasure grow more and more intense in her by the second. It wasn’t long before her walls started quivering and she came undone in his arms, all while screaming his name into his mouth. He never ceased the kiss and soon she felt him growl into her mouth and could feel him come in her.
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“Hermione!” a voice called. Wait, whose voice was that?
“Hermione, wake up!” another voice. Where’s Malfoy?
“Wha-what?” Hermione’s eyes fluttered open, “Where am I?”
She realized she was in her room in Gryffindor house and that Parvati, Lavender and Ginny were looking at her, all three of them wearing very worried looks.
“Hermione, are you ok?” Parvati asked, “You were screaming, were you having a nightmare?”
“A-uh nightmare?” Hermione stuttered, “Um, yeah-yes I was having a nightmare…”
Ginny looked at her worriedly and asked:
“Was it about when you got that?” she pointed at the Mudblood carving she had got on her arm courtesy of Bellatrix.
“Why?” Hermione asked as she sat upright, a puzzled look on her face.
“Well, you were screaming Malfoy, Malfoy, I figured it probably had to do something with that.”
Hermione instantly felt her cheeks heat up so she covered her face with her hands. As she didn’t have any other explanation for what she said in her sleep, she simply nodded.
“Oh, come on now”, Ginny cooed, sounding exactly like Molly as she sat next to Hermione on her bed and took her in her arms to reassure her, “that bitch is long gone, and, you said it yourself, Malfoy is no longer the same person”.
Hermione simply nodded and smiled, assuring her friend that she was better. Ginny got back up from her bed and started chatting with the other girls about her discussion with Pansy from the previous day.
Day had come, Hermione noticed, and she had to get ready for breakfast. It was then she realized that she was still wearing Malfoy’s school robes. Oh, how lovely they smelt. That distinctive minty scent drove her straight back to her dream from the previous night. Snap out of it woman, she thought to herself. There was no way she could get out of bed with the slytherin robes she was wearing. She wasn’t at all ready to explain any of this to her friends. She didn’t really know how she felt but, one thing was for sure. The dream she had was not helping, and confusing her, even more, if possible.
After some time, her friends left the room, letting Hermione creep out of her bed. She shook off the robe and pulled on her own uniform. She then scrougified the piece of clothing and added a hint of lavender at the end. It was subtle, one had to truly press their nose against the fabric to smell it, but she put it there intentionally. She just didn’t realize why just yet.
She stuffed the folded robes in her bag, threw on her own and hurried down to breakfast. Once there she greeted Harry and Ron, just as she used to, when they all were just friends and much to her surprise, it actually made her feel good. Ron was in the middle of a very detailed explanation of the previous evening’s quidditch practice whilst Harry and Ginny listened intently. Hermione, on the other hand, couldn’t be bothered with the sport, so she let her thoughts wonder to other things. Of course, her eye’s scanned the great hall but she couldn’t seem to find Draco anywhere. As breakfast neared to an end, people started leaving to their classes but Hermione stayed a bit longer. When Ron and Harry both gave her a questioning look, she pretended to go through her bag and said
“Go on ahead, I think I forgot a book, I’ll meet you in Potion’s class!”
She waited for a while still, and when she was sure everyone of her first class was gone, she got up to leave. She arrived at the door and with a quick peak inside, noticed that Draco wasn’t in yet, as expected.
With but a minute to spare, she saw him approach from the other end of the corridor. Had he always been so dashing? Merlin, that dream, she thought to herself. It was doing funny things to her. She started rummaging in her bag and pulled out his robes and a green apple she had taken from breakfast just as he arrived at her level.
“Um, thanks for this…for last night” she send offering the bundle up to him.
A smile pulled at his face, a genuine one as he accepted his robes and picked up the apple.
“An apple?” He said, raising one eyebrow, his smile growing bigger.
“Well, you know,” she started “I saw you skip breakfast again…” then realizing that she was actually letting him know that she was looking out for him, she blushed profusely and with that the bell to first period rang and she quickly scrambled into class.
Draco stared at the apple for a while and finally took a generous bite from it and followed her in.
Did she know that green apples were his favourite?
He almost hadn’t made it to class on time. After their parting, the night before, Draco had run straight to his room, and for once, he was happy to have one to himself. Of course, Headmistress McGonagall had only accepted him having his own room after he volunteered to fix that part of the Slytherin dormitories. It had been completely caved in due to numerous blasts during the battle and it had taken him almost a month to finally fix the gaping hole in the ceiling. But now he was happy to have this room to himself. Not a moment after shutting his door, did he pull his member out and started pumping it desperately. Seconds later, he was on his knees coming hard. Seeing how solid his shaft stayed, he knew he was in for a long night. He barely managed to sleep, images of a sexy little Gryffindor and her red bra flashing through his mind kept feeding his insatiable desire. When morning came, it didn’t take one, but two cold showers to kick him out of it. And when finally he was confident enough to head to his first class, what sexy little witch was waiting for him, but his own favourite Gryffindor. He didn’t know what it was, but something about her was driving him wild. He tried to reassure himself that it was surely because he hadn’t slept with a woman in ages and it was his sex-deprived brain reasoning like this, but somewhere deep down he knew there was more to it. When she gave him his robes he immediately noticed, despite the use of a cleaning spell, her distinctive lavender scent. He supposed she used a lavender spell on her hellish ordeal of hair (they were known for their taming properties). As soon as the fragrance filled his nose, his senses went on overdrive, pushing him once again over the edge as he felt a growth below the belt. He thanked Merlin for the great timing of the bell that sounded, giving him just enough time for a concealment charm.
Hermione couldn’t help looking back at Draco a couple of times in class. At first he seemed surprised. But the second time, he gave her a little smile in return. She immediately felt colour rush to her cheeks.
Oh where is this going, she thought to herself.
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