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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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“You –You did what?!” Ron sputtered, almost choking on his bacon.
“I broke up with Richard.” Hermione repeated, pouring herself some coffee.
Harry frowned. “But I thought things were going so well. What happened?”
“It just didn't work out.” Hermione answered, nonchalant.
“How did you two break up?” Ron asked, not trying very hard to hide how delighted he was at the news.
“We... had a mutual agreement.” Hermione said, smirking to herself. “I don't really want to talk about it.” She added, feigning distress.
“We understand Hermione.” Harry said, smiling kindly at her. Ron happily returned to his half-eaten bacon.
Hermione nodded absentmindedly, while her eyes wandered over to the Slytherin table. She saw Draco sitting next to Zabini, chatting quietly. His lips were still a slight pink color from the short snog they shared only minutes ago. Draco looked up when Zabini's attention was elsewhere, and he looked her in the eye. He shot her a sly wink, then went back to his breakfast.
Hermione focused her attention back to her two friends, and pretended to be interested in what they were discussing.
~*~
Hermione was in the middle of a double-period of History of Magic. She had that class with the seventh-year Ravenclaws, and even she was surprised to see the usually boisterous group of students practically knocked out by the monotone voice of Professor Binns.
She was seated next to Harry, who was doodling pointlessly on his parchment, and she could hear the quiet snore of Ron from behind her.
Hermione looked down at her notes. She had taken three pages of notes so far, and as class went on, they became less and less detailed.
“Now, the Warlock trials that took place in 1566 were merely cover-ups of what was really going on at the time...” Professor Binns continued his lecture, unaware of the fact that he had put more than half of his class into a coma.
The classroom had suddenly become wonderfully warm, and Hermione's seat had become ever-so-comfortable. Her eyelids began to flutter. If she rested her eyes for a few minutes, it wouldn't hurt...
No. Hermione would not fall asleep in class. She would simply have to wait it out, and try to focus on taking notes, although her seat had become almost irresistibly cozy...
The bell rang, and Hermione quickly got up and left class while the rest of the students woke up from their unconsciousness. She had a free period next, which meant she headed straight towards the library.
She entered the library, thankful that it was empty. Madame Pince was nowhere in sight either. She decided that she would sit in the table in the very back, near the Restricted Section. She set down her bag, and went in search of a book that would aid her with her Arithmancy problem set.
She scanned the shelves, and found a book that looked promising. She bent over to grab the volume, and when she turned around, she was face to face with Draco.
She flinched, and dropped the book. She put a hand over her breast, and shut her eyes.
Draco chuckled. “You are so dramatic Granger; you're lucky I didn't say boo.”
Hermione's heartbeat went back to normal. She opened her eyes slowly, and saw Draco staring at her intently. She breathed out.
“What are you doing here Malfoy? Don't you have class or something?”
“Well I have Divination, but I hypothesized that skipping that class every now and then is quite healthy for me. Merlin knows what kind of damage those horrid fumes in that classroom can do to my delicate lungs.”
Hermione bent down to pick up her book, unamused. “Hmm. Well, if you will excuse me, I need to do some work.”
Draco quickly scanned their surroundings. He smirked. Before Hermione could pick up her book, he grabbed her, and pushed her onto the bookshelf.
“Don't tell me you're too tired today Granger,” Draco breathed. He gently licked the shell of her ear.
Hermione gasped, and tilted her head back. She inhaled; he smelled so good.
“What if we get caught?” She whispered, wrapping her arms around Draco's broad shoulders.
“We won't, I promise.” Draco said, looking her in the eye.
Hermione nodded, and Draco kissed her fully on her soft lips. His hands trailed down her hips while his hot tongue entered her mouth. The kiss deepened, and Hermione tightened her grip around Draco's shoulders. He grabbed her arse through her skirt, causing her to squeak. He smiled through the kiss. Finally, Hermione broke their embrace, out of breath.
Draco kissed her neck, trailing kisses down her chest. He slowly unbuttoned her shirt, sucking at the soft skin of her cleavage.
His kisses went lower and lower until he was on his knees. He ran his hand up her thigh, and let it rest beneath her skirt.
Draco ran his finger through her damp knickers, earning a quiet moan from her. He slowly lowered her knickers, making Hermione shiver at the cool air that hit her hot pussy. Draco ran his finger along the inside of her folds, lingering on her clit for a while.
Hermione squirmed. If Draco continued, she wouldn't be able to stand up much longer...
He traced her slit once again, then plunged two fingers into her wetness.
“Oh!” Hermione groaned quietly.
Draco pumped his digits in and out of her a few times, then withdrew from her. His fingers were coated in her juices. He licked his finger slowly, and smiled at the look on Hermione's face.
“You taste just as good as you look Granger,” He said, still stroking her. “I think I may want a better taste.” He looked up at her with a sly gleam in his eye.
Hermione tensed up. She never thought that he would actually consider doing what she had only heard of... But maybe it was just –
“Ohhhh...” Hermione groaned as Draco plunged his tongue into her folds.
His soft tongue licked along her slit, back and forth. He slowly slid his tongue inside her opening, massaging her walls.
Hermione tried to grab on to something to hold onto, but there was nothing there.
“Malfoy,” Hermione breathed heavily, her eyelids fluttering.
“Mmm?” Draco asked, his mouth still preoccupied with the task at hand.
“I – I won't be able to stand up much longer if you ah – ah – keep doing that!” Her knees trembled as proof of her state.
Draco hastily summoned a nearby chair and sat the brunette atop it.
Hermione gasped as his tongue found its way to her sensitive clit. He gently circled her nub with the tip of his tongue, then began sucking and massaging it, applying more pressure. Hermione almost fainted from the pleasure.
“Oh, oh – Malfoy – I'm going to – ah – don't stop!” She panted, her back arching.
Draco furiously sucked at her clit, and inserted a finger into her dripping snatch. Hermione's breath caught in her throat as she came. Her toes curled, and her body quivered in delight with every wave of her orgasm.
Draco was still sucking on her throbbing clit as she came down from her high.
“Malfoy... stop, it's too much,” Hermione said throatily, catching her breath and nudging him back. She shut her eyes, and rolled her head back, recovering from her incredible orgasm.
Draco finally detached himself from between her legs.
Hermione smiled, and opened her eyes. She nearly screamed.
“What's the matter?”
Hermione fell off the chair, still staring at the person before her. She was no longer staring at the pale, pointed features of Draco Malfoy, but rather, she was staring at the red, freckly complexion of Ron Weasley.
This couldn't be happening! Hermione scrambled about on the floor, trying to get away from Ron.
“Hermione, what's wrong? Hermione... Hermione!”
Ron's face became increasingly out of focus as she began to stir from her short nap.
“Hermione!” Ron said, poking the sleeping Gryffindor on her side. “Bloody hell Harry, she really fell asleep!”
Hermione blinked. She was still in class, and apparently the bell had just rang, because all the students seemed to be groggily shuffling out of the classroom. She looked at Ron, and she cringed inwardly.
“You fell asleep, and I didn't even notice!” Harry said in surprise, giving his hand out for Hermione to grab onto.
Hermione stood up, shakily. She stopped suddenly. She felt a bit of moisture trickle down her inner thigh. The dream may not have been real, but her orgasm definitely was.
She thanked Merlin that Harry did not notice that she was having erotic dreams in her sleep.
“Er – well, I suppose I was really tired.” Hermione said hastily, picking up her bag. “And um – if you'll excuse me, I have some studying to do.”
Harry and Ron shrugged.
And with that, she quickly left the classroom, in search of a restroom.
She walked swiftly in the direction of the girl's lavatory. The dream she had was wonderful, but it turned into a nightmare at the end. Was she really so unattracted to Ron that any type of sexual contact with him was considered a nightmare?
Yes. She thought to herself, as guilty as it made her feel.
She found a restroom, and quickly entered. She dumped her book bag on the floor, and went to the sinks.
She looked at herself in the mirror for a while.
“What is going on with you Hermione?” She quietly asked herself. Not knowing how to answer that, she turned on a faucet, and splashed some cold water on her face.
She stared into her reflection again. She sighed.
Picking up her book bag, she exited the restroom, not knowing where to go next.
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