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Love and Desire	By : RedDawn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11992 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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SORRY!!!! I know it has been awhile since my last post, but I have caught up with my current writing. I have been quite busy this past week and I will be out of town again this weekend. Please be patient with me and keep checking back for many more chapters to come! You guys are the best! oh and i did not reread this and do any editing, so if it is rubbish please let me know!
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Draco left Hermione in the common room and proceeded to take a shower, finally able to clean the mud off of himself. His mind was still reeling at the events that had just occurred. Had she really just agreed to forget the past? He did not expect her to believe the changes he has undergone so readily. He was unsure if he wanted to tell her everything that had happened over the summer; being that vulnerable was not something he was completely comfortable with, let alone to one of his enemies of the past 7 years. Yet, when he began recanting the events that had transpired since May, he couldn’t seem to stop; he didn’t want to leave anything out. Maybe it was because he was subconsciously aware that Granger would detect any omission as a sign of deception. He wasn’t completely sure why he wanted so desperately for her to believe he was a different person. Sure, he had to work with her all year in potions, but it’s not like they hadn’t worked together before without any major issues.
Draco’s thoughts kept buzzing around his head. He was so deeply lost in thought, he hadn’t realized just how long he had been standing under the waterfall. Not wanting to leave Hermione alone in his dormitory any longer, Draco quickly dried off and slipped on his Dark green pajama pants. Deciding he had better put on a shirt too, he slipped a plain black t-shirt over his head and left his room.
“Sorry I took so long, but that waterf--” Draco cut himself off upon seeing Hermione fast asleep, curled up on his sofa. She looked so peaceful laying there, her chest rising and falling slowly. Deciding to let her sleep in peace for now, he sat on the sofa opposite her and began to read his book, waiting for her to wake up on her own.
Several long hours had gone by and Hermione was still asleep. Draco was tired, himself, and was wanting to go to bed, but was pondering what to do with Hermione. Should he wake her so she could slip back into Gryffindor tower, or let her continue to sleep? He began to feel an intense desire to protect her and before he could question his own actions, Draco rose from the sofa. “Wingardium Leviosa,” he whispered, levitating Hermione off the sofa and carefully guiding her through his bedroom door. After pulling back the covers, he gently laid her down on his bed, her head resting on the pillow he usually slept on. Draco gently drew the covers over her and paused to watch her sleeping figure. Seemingly without control over his own body, he delicately tucked a stray lock of hair off of her face, smiling to himself as he did so.
Draco walked around the four-poster bed and retrieved the pillow from the other side and quietly shut the door behind him as he made his way to the sofa, where he resigned himself to be sleeping for the night. Draco settled himself onto the sofa; his last thoughts before drifting asleep were of Hermione.

It had been a long day of classes and Draco was relieved for it to finally be over. He had been looking forward to relaxing in the privacy of his dormitory all day. Draco quickly paced in front of the stretch of wall outside the Room of Requirement and rushed eagerly into his haven. Deciding to start the evening off with a long hot bath, Draco set down his bag in the foyer and headed towards the bathroom, stopping abruptly upon seeing Hermione Granger sprawled seductively across his bed.
Hermione was laying on her stomach, propped up on her elbows, wearing only a matching black lace bra and knicker set, her long brown hair tumbled down her shoulders. She had her legs crossed at the ankles and was gently swaying them back and forth, making her perfectly rounded backside jiggle. Draco’s cock immediately stiffened as desire surged through his body.
“Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to come shag me into next week?” Hermione said in an unfamiliar husky tone.
Draco was flabbergasted but too afraid to say anything that might cause her to leave, so he quickly strode over to his bed, wrenching his robes off as he went. When Draco reached the end of the bed he started to unbutton his shirt; Hermione pushed herself onto her knees and reached for the top of his shirt, yanking it open, causing the torn buttons to fly off in all directions. She greedily ran her fingers over his taut chest and abs, moaning softly as she did so, filling Draco with courage. His hand quickly gripped a fistful of her hair and pulled her in, locking his lips around hers. Hermione immediately opened her mouth, granting his tongue access to explore her own, their tongues danced with urgency. With one hand still twisted in her hair, Draco brought his other hand to her lower back, running his hand up until it grazed the lace of her bra, and with skilled experience he pinched the fabric together until it sprang apart.
Draco broke the kiss, eager to completely remove Hermione’s bra, freeing her large perky breasts from their restraints. He wasted no time cupping his hands around each breast, circling her hard nipples with his thumbs and once more ravishing her mouth with his tongue.
Moans escaped Hermione as he continued to tease her nipples. She reached out, urgently unbuttoning his trousers, and wrenched them down, along with his black boxers. A little gasp escaped her and her eyes widened at the sight of his substantial shaft. She hopped off the bed and sank to her knees, wrapping her hand around Draco’s rock-hard cock, she began to stroke up and down, producing moans in return. She paused at the swollen tip, tracing her thumb around its considerable circumference, and looking up into his eyes, her tongue darted out and licked his pre-cum from the very tip. Draco groaned and she wrapped her whole mouth around his erection and began to stroke him with her tongue.
Draco felt his release quickly approaching and gently tugged Hermione up by her hair and pushed her back onto his bed. She shifted back from the edge of the bed, her eyes filled with lusty desire. Draco gently tugged off her lacy black knickers and tossed them on the floor, admiring the slick juices that had already begun to pour from her pink folds. Unable to control himself, Draco plunged his face into her wet center, causing Hermione to cry out in ecstasy.
He stroked his tongue up and down her pussy, teasing her swollen clit with the tip of his tongue with each pass. Suddenly her hips bucked and she pushed him off. Before he could register what happened, Hermione hopped off the bed, turned around and bent over.
“I want you to fuck me from behind; fast and hard!” she demanded, looking over her shoulder at him.
Draco’s cock twitched, keen to dive into her depths. He grabbed her firmly by the hips, lining his shaft up to her core and plunged himself inside. Hermione once again cried out, moaning loudly as he drove his cock into her over and over, her hips bucked, matching every thrust. Once again nearing his release, Draco reached his hand around and rubbed her clit wildly.
“Oh god, Draco! I’m g-g-going to cum!” she screamed as her pussy tightened, squeezing his cock, sending him over the edge. With one last thrust, he exploded inside her as her body quaked with her own release.

Draco bolted upright, images of his dream still lingering in his mind, Brilliant, now he was dreaming of Granger, and not just any kind of dream, it had been a wet dream! He couldn’t remember the last time he had gotten off while asleep, it usually took a lot more effort for him to cum. Anxious that Hermione would wake up any moment and find him with wet trousers, he quickly used a vanishing spell to clean himself.
He began to wonder if he should wake her, it was still early but she might have time to sneak into her dormitory before everyone started to head down to breakfast. However, it may be better for her to wait until everyone was at breakfast to slip into her dormitory unseen. But if she did that, then she would miss breakfast. Why did he even care if she ate? He had helped her enough last night, even putting her to bed, in his bed! Why had he done all that? Granger and he were not friends. Draco felt a pang in his chest at his thoughts. Sighing and running his hand through his hair, he shook off the negative thoughts. He wanted to be friends with Granger and he wasn’t quite sure why. And if he were being honest with himself, he was beginning to want more than just her friendship. He was no longer able to deny his attraction to her. Perhaps he just wanted to shag her; after all it had been over a year since he had been with a girl.
Resolving to stop questioning everything and just go with the motions; to just act on his feelings for once, Draco crossed to the bedroom door and opened it as quietly as possible and whispered, “Accio robes.”
Draco decided he would let Hermione sleep a bit longer, figuring the best way for her to slip back into Gryffindor Tower would be while everyone was at breakfast. He resolved himself to go down to the great Hall and grab a couple apples and scones for himself and Granger, so she would not have to go hungry. Draco threw on his robes and slipped out of his dormitory, letting the door softly thump closed behind him.

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Hermione gently stirred, feeling completely rested, and inhaled deeply. An intoxicating scent filled her nose. Was that sandalwood? Why did her pillow smell like sandalwood? She let her eyes flutter open and panic set in. Where was she!?
Memories of the previous night came flooding back to her. She was in Draco’s bed. How did she get here? The last thing she remembered was laying on the sofa reading a book; she must have fallen asleep. Did that mean Draco carried her to bed? Slowly rolling over, she peeked at the other side of the bed and was relieved to find it empty. She was not sure what she was feeling right now, but she knew one thing for certain, she did not want to wake up next to Draco. Sure, she had told him last night that she just wanted to forget the past, but she wasn’t ready to share a bed with him!
Hermione suddenly sprang out of the bed and dashed to the door, throwing it open. What time was it? She quickly found her wand on the table in the common room and cast a time revealing charm. Bloody hell! She had seriously overslept! Breakfast had started about 15 minutes ago. She needed to get back to Gryffindor Tower and change into her own robes before potions. Why didn’t Draco wake her up? Where was he anyway?
Resigned to give him a piece of her mind in Potions, she raced out of the dormitory and headed for Gryffindor Tower, praying she would not run into anyone along the way.

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Draco successfully knicked some breakfast for himself and Hermione and was hurrying out of the Great Hall when he was blasted off of his feet.
“Look at what we have here,” sneered Niles Harper. “It’s the ferret, scampering off to his hidey hole!” Baldock and Gosforth both guffawed at the sight of Draco sprawled on the stone floor.
“I swear I told you that you aren’t welcome here, Death Eater!” sneered Harper. Draco sat up, his hand flew to his pocket, desperately seeking his wand. “Oh, no you don’t,” growled
Harper. “Adolebitque!”
A bone chilling scream reverberated through the corridor as Draco fell back to the floor writhing in pain. His skin felt as if it were on fire as large burns began appearing all over his body.
“Aww, why did you have to go and scream like a little Nancy boy?” sneered Harper. “I was just beginning to have fun.” Harper glared down at Draco with a menacing look upon his dark visage.
“Let’s go boys, before someone comes along,” demanded Harper, motioning to the other two Slytherins.
As the three boys began to walk away, Harper turned back to Draco’s limp body. “I’m not through with you Malfoy. I’ll be seeing you again soon.” He then sauntered off without another backwards glance.
Once the three Slytherins disappeared from sight, Draco struggled to his feet, fighting the agonizing pain that enveloped his body. His first thought was that he needed to get to the Hospital Wing, that Madam Pomfrey would be able to heal him in an instant. However, he knew she would have questions as to how he sustained burns all over his body, and those questions would lead to the interrogation of Harper, Godfrey, and NAME, and that was the last thing he wanted. He knew that if he got them into trouble they would only retaliate, and worse this time. No, he would have to sort out the burns on his own, so he headed to the privacy of his dormitory.

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Hermione was relieved she was able to sneak into the Gryffindor Tower as well as her dormitory without any incident. There had been a few younger Gryffindors still in the common room but all of her fellow 7^th years had already gone down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
Still nervous however, that someone may walk in on her still sporting Slytherin robes, Hermione immediately undressed, stuffing the robes under her pillow before racing off to the showers.
Fifteen minutes later Hermione was showered and dressed and began packing her bag with the books she would be needing for the day. Her stomach growled loudly, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten since lunch the day before. She looked at the clock in the corner of the dormitory, silently cursing Draco for not waking her sooner, so that she might have had time for breakfast. Sighing loudly, she retrieved Draco’s robes from beneath her pillow and shook them out before carefully folding them, causing sandalwood to linger in the air. Who knew Draco smelled so good? Probably several girls from her original year, she thought, scoffing to herself. Without knowing why, she withdrew her wand, infusing her preferred vanilla scent into his robes before stuffing them into her bag, leaving Gryffindor Tower and heading down to the dungeons for Potions.
While walking to Potions, Hermione contemplated exactly how she intended on yelling at him for not waking her this morning. Normally she wouldn’t have cared if she had been intentionally mean to him, but after the kindness he had showed her, she did not want to appear too ungrateful.
Hermione entered the classroom early, taking her seat, hoping that Draco would arrive early as well, so that she might have a private word with him and return his robes without any onlookers. Her hopes were crushed as her fellow classmates kept filing in, yet Draco still hadn’t made an appearance. She watched the door, anxious for him to arrive when Harry, Ron, and Ginny walked through the door. She had completely forgotten about having to face Ron, her mind completely wrapped around thoughts of Draco. She quickly spun in her seat and kept her eyes trained to the front of the class, determined not to look behind her again.
A few moments later, Professor Slughorn walked to the front of the room, as the bell rang, and greeted the class. Hermione barely registered the instructions he was giving for today’s lesson, she was lost in thought about Draco. Why was he late? She hadn’t seen him this morning and now he wasn’t in class, was he avoiding her? Did he regret being kind to her?
Hermione was woken from her musing as her classmates began assembling their ingredients for the potion Professor Slughorn had posted on the board. As she scanned the instructions, her thoughts of Draco became increasingly irritated. Today’s potion was complex and would be very difficult to brew without her partner. With a heavy sigh, she set to work, thoughts of Draco still in the forefront of her mind.
Almost two hours had passed. Hermione was sweating from frantically chopping, squishing, and stirring ingredients without any help. She had just finished chopping a shrivelfig and tossed it into the steaming cauldron, which promptly turned black, emitting think, grey smoke. Hermione immediately knew that she had done something wrong and frantically consulted the directions; she had forgotten she needed to add one piece at a time, stirring once counter-clockwise in between each piece. She knew she did not have enough time to start over and knew there would be no repairing the potion, so she ladled some of her failure into a bottle for grading, whilst cursing Draco for leaving her in this predicament. She never had bad marks and now this was the second time this year she would be failing an assignment. Hermione was more than enraged, and resolved herself to seek out Draco after class and tell him off for his cowardice!
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