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Chapter List
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Disclaimer:Do I need to say it?!

Chapter 7:
Snowballs and Shocks

Hermione awoke the next
morning feeling odd inside, sort of dirty. She couldn't stop
replaying the event in her head and it made her sick to the stomach.
What had she been thinking? Nothing was the answer, she hadn't
thought at all. She had been so angry, fuelled by a crazy and
confusing desire that she didn't know she possessed. Her dreams from
earlier in the year had come back to her overnight, those mixed up
feelings about Malfoy that had thrown her into confusion came
flooding back, but this time it was different, she still felt
confused and aroused, but now she had a real experience to relate to
and she regretted it so much that she felt ill.

It was Christmas morning,
but it didn't feel like it. Hermione was alone in Gryffindor tower,
she opened her presents slowly and with little enthusiasm. After
tidying away the paper and piling her gifts neatly by her bed, she
got dressed and made her way down to breakfast. Everyone was in high
spirits, teachers and pupils alike, were exchanging notes on their
gifts and past Christmases, even Snape, who was chatting quite
animatedly to McGonagall. Glancing around the table, Hermione saw
that Draco wasn't there yet. Breathing a sigh of relief, she sat down
with two fifth years and tucked into some porridge. A few minutes
later Malfoy appeared in the doorway of the great hall, stopping dead
on catching sight of Hermione. He shifted his weight and looked
around, Hermione glanced up and down the table to find that the only
available seats were one beside her and one next to Dumbledore. She
looked stubbornly at her porridge, knowing that Malfoy would never
choose to sit next to Dumbledore, she braced herself for his
presence. His presence in the doorway began to attract some
attention, so Malfoy grudgingly made his way to the table, attempting
to make eye contact with Goyle, indicating that he expected room to
be made for him. Goyle, however, was busy having his ear bent by
Trelawney, on one of her rare visits to the great hall, and hadn't
registered Malfoy's presence. Reluctantly he took the seat next to
Hermione, determined to ignore her. Deciding to take a different
approach, Hermione turned to him and smiled broadly,

"Happy Christmas."
He looked wide-eyed at her, as if to say 'Don't talk to me' and dug
into some toast. Hermione shrugged and tried to join in the
conversation with the fifth years. A moment later she felt a sharp
dig in her ribs and turned quickly to Malfoy, who wasn't looking at
her. Out of the corner of his mouth he whispered,

"Have you told
anyone?"

"No. I hadn't seen
anyone until this morning. And as you are well aware, there isn't
anyone here to who I would confide such a thing. Have you?" She
hissed,

"Of course not."

"You're not exactly
one to keep quiet." She snapped scathingly.

"Shut up, mudblood.
You think I want anyone to know about last night? I had to shower
twice last night and again this morning to get your stench off me."
Hermione's jaw dropped. She had not exactly expected this reaction
from him. She didn't really know what she expected. But he was being
unnecessarily cruel. They finished their breakfast in silence and as
soon as possible Hermione left for the dormitory.

After a delicious
Christmas lunch, thankfully at the opposite end of the table to
Malfoy, Hermione followed the others outside, they for a snowball
fight, her for a gentle walk to help her lunch go down. Skirting the
fight carefully she strolled toward the lake. She took a seat on a
large rock to watch the fight, far enough away to not be a target and
laughed at the efforts of her fellow students. Laughter rippled
across the valley, squeals from the girls and shouts from the boys
were carried by the gentle breeze, it felt like an ordinary Christmas
afternoon. She spotted Malfoy among the group, he was laughing a
harsh and vicious laugh, chasing down younger students and hitting
them hard with packed snowballs, not to mention getting his wand out
and tripping people up, making them skid and so on.

"What a moron."
She said out loud and looked away. A second later she felt piercing
pain on the side of her face. She cried out and her hand flew to were
she'd been hit, she felt the raw, ice cold skin and brushed the
shattered ball from her cloak. It only took a second to spot her
assailant, no surprises, it was Malfoy. He had moved closer to hit
her with perfect aim and was now standing only a few metres from her,
smirking broadly. She stood up and drew her wand, thinking quickly
she hit him with a heat spell, causing his face to glow red and smoke
billow forth from his ears. He jumped up and down, flapping his hands
in front of his face trying to stop the burning sensation. It took
him a surprisingly long time to figure out how to stop it, finally
diving into a deep snow drift head first. Everyone had turned to see
the commotion, fits of laughter bursting out all over the place.
Hermione made her way to him, trying to suppress her own laughter,
she took his arm and pulled him out of the snow. He sat, stunned,
snow in his hair and his face pink, now with cold rather than heat.
Hermione helped him to his feet, and with a shake of his head to get
the snow out of his hair, he pulled his arm back, scowled at her and
stormed away towards the forest. Without really knowing why, Hermione
followed him. As they approached the edge of the forest he called
over his shoulder,

"Stop following me.
Get away from me." Hermione heard something odd in his voice, a
slight shakiness that she had never heard before, vulnerability. A
few metres into the gloom of tree cover he stopped still and turned
to face her. She almost walked right into him and was shocked and
disorientated when she felt his palm connect with her face. The pain
was intense, her cheek not yet recovered from the snowball. Tears
welled up in her eyes, when anger took over.

"For fuck's sake
Malfoy! What was that for?" She yelled.

"Why did you follow
me? I told you to get lost!" He snarled through gritted teeth.

"I don't know."
She replied, looking down and shaking her head, trying to think what
had possessed her to follow him.

"You're such a nosey
busybody!" He snapped.

"I am not. I felt
bad for hitting you with that curse. That's all. I guess I wanted to
apologise." She took a defensive stance. "But I'm not
sorry. You hit me with that snowball. Full in the face as well."
He let out an amused snort of laughter. "It wasn't funny."
But a smile crept onto her face. He reached out and gingerly touched
her red cheek.

"Did it really
hurt?" She nodded, feeling his fingertips brush over her skin,
she tilted her head and he took hold of her face, gently rubbing it
with his thumb. He took a firmer hold and pulled her to him. They
looked into each other's eyes and a moment later they found
themselves locked in a passionate embrace once again. This kiss was
less clumsy than the previous one, their tongues probing more
efficiently and more in sync with one another. Hermione closed her
eyes and sunk into it. She slipped her hands under his cloak and
around his back, gripping it firmly. He held her head with one hand
and slipped the other under her cloak and up to caress the curve of
her breast through the layers of warm clothing. He moved his kisses
to her neck, breathing heavily and nipping at her soft skin, his hand
slid down from her breast to the waistline of her jeans. Hermione let
out a soft moan, returning his light neck kisses. Hearing her
approval, Malfoy slid his hand down the back of her jeans and
squeezed her firm arse. The passion began to override their actions,
their kisses regaining their ferocity, hands groping hard, nails
digging in. Malfoy made to move his hand around from her backside to
the front.

Suddenly he stopped,
withdrew his hand and stepped back. He wiped the back of his hand
across his lips and scowled at Hermione. Flustered she adjusted her
clothes and patted her hair. "What are you doing to me? Is it a
spell?" He spat at her with unexpected animosity. She shook her
head.

"I could ask you the
same thing!" He turned and stormed off towards the castle.
Hermione stood confused and hurt and her face still aching. She put a
hand to her bruised cheek and sank to the floor, tears tipping over
her eye lids, and cried silently into the growing dark.

She was vaguely aware of
finding her way up to her dormitory without seeing anyone. She looked
in the mirror by her bed at her tear-streaked face and turned to
examine her injured cheek. It wasn't too bad, mostly red, a little
swollen. She cast a quick glamour spell to hide the evidence and made
her way to the infirmary. Madame Pomfrey was obviously elsewhere
enjoying her Christmas evening, so Hermione slipped into the office
and began looking in cupboards for something useful. There were
potions, lotions and pills for everything, in no particular order,
Madame Pomfrey must have an amazing memory to be able to put her
hands on exactly the right thing at a moment's notice, thought
Hermione. Eventually she came across a green goo in a clear bottle,
marked "Madame Magatrench's Tactile Tonic: for bruised or
inflamed superficial wounds". Hermione went to the worktop
and picked some cotton wool out of a large jar, carefully unscrewed
the lid and tipped the liquid onto the cotton wool. Gingerly she
wiped it across her cheek and felt its soothing effects immediately.
She watched her reflection in the glass cabinet door in front of her
and marvelled as the redness subsided and the puffiness went down as
she wiped the swab over her face, with it she felt the worries she
had slip away. It didn't matter what had happened with Malfoy, nor
what may be yet to come. She knew she had to relax and enjoy the
ride.

Boxing Day came with post
from Harry and Ron, both thanking Hermione for her presents and
ranting about everything that was going on at the Burrow. Harry
finished his with,

"Hope you're coping
alright. Don't let Malfoy get you down!" Hermione let out a
chuckle and set off for the library. She wanted to take advantage of
the quiet castle before everyone came back, get some good revision
done. She found a table tucked away at the back of the library, she
wanted to be left alone to work and knew it was unlikely anyone would
find her back here even if they came into the library, which was
unlikely to begin with. After a couple of hours, she got up to
stretch and walked around the desk. She heard a quiet shuffling noise
on the other side of the bookcase opposite and peeked through the
shelves. She saw a retreating figure and, dismissing it as a younger
student spying on their Head Girl, turned to return to her seat. A
moment later she felt someone close behind her and a hand slid over
her mouth with ease. She recognised the feel of the hand and the body
pressed against hers. Malfoy. His breath was hot on her cheek as he
ran his free hand over her body,

"Dammit Granger, I
just can't keep away from you." He whispered huskily into her
ear.

She melted against him,
suddenly yearning for his touch, his kisses. She pushed back against
him firmly with her backside, grinding into him, he groaned and
grabbed her breast, squeezing and kneading it, "You're hot
today." He breathed and she nodded silently. He spun her around
and planted his mouth on hers, the kiss was short, he was quick to
unzip his jeans and push her to the floor. Seeing his erection up
close shocked Hermione slightly, but there was no doubt in her mind.
Without hesitation she took him into her mouth, he grabbed fist-fulls
of her sexy, sleak hair and guided her head, helping her to find the
rhythm. Although she had never performed oral sex before, she had a
hunch what to do, she shielded her teeth with her lips and used her
tongue on the underside of his shaft, flicking it at the head. Once
he was sure she knew what to do, Malfoy let go and rode the wave. She
sucked on the end, looking up into his eyes. He looked down at her
wide and innocent eyes looking longingly up at him and had to look
away, dammit, if he wasn't careful he'd find himself drowning in
them. On seeing him look away from her, Hermione closed her eyes and
returned to stroking his dick with her tongue, running it up and down
his length. She took him as deep as she could without gagging,
gathering speed and feeling herself fill with pleasure more subtle
than an orgasm. She was enjoying his faint groans and panting breath,
his racing heart beat and slight squirm as a result of her actions.
Malfoy grabbed her hair again as he felt the pressure build. He
wasn't going to let her stop at the last second. Hermione felt his
dick swell slightly in her mouth and knew he was coming, she wanted
to pull back, but he held her head fast to his groin, squealing and
struggling against him, she felt his seed hit the back of her throat
and begin to trickle down. She gagged and he released her. She pulled
away and retched, to no avail, she swallowed hard, forcing it down
quicker and looked up at him. He grinned and cast a quick cleansing
spell on himself. "Thanks for that Granger." He left her
kneeling on the hard wooden floor, disgusted, yet at the same time
aroused beyond belief.
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