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Mirror, mirror, on the wall...	By : Padfoot Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 47267 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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*Author*:
Padfoot
the Marauder

*Rating*:
NC-17

*Pairings*: HG/DM,
LE/JP, NB/LM, BB/LM

*Summary*: When
Hermione becomes Head Girl she accidentally discovers that the mirrors of her
private dorm provide a clear outlook into the Head Boy�s quarters. A view of
three generations of Head Girls dealing with this unusual phenomenon.
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*Disclaimer*: I own
nothing and nobody! These characters belong to JK Rowling. I promise I�ll return
them unharmed... sort of.

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CHAPTER
8

1996

Standing
in the bathroom Hermione was looking at herself into the mirror; chewing on the
inside of her cheek, contemplating on something. When exactly do people show
others who they truly are? During the course of the day she had come up with a
certain theory on this. After thinking things over, she believed that people
only show their true selves to the outside world when they throw off the
shackles of their public demeanour; when their emotions run so high they just
can�t stop themselves. When they stop giving a damn about what other people
might think. Like while having a
fight or... while making love. Not that she could truly know about the latter.

Hermione
gave herself one final look in the mirror before she walked out of the bathroom,
having made a decision, and left her dorm. Her heartbeat quickened in every step
she took. One step. Two steps. Three steps... bringing her closer and closer to
Draco�s room. She knocked on his door, feeling that her palms had gone moist.
Her breath hitched in her throat when he opened his door and looked at her with
a mixture of surprise and delight. She stepped forward, lightly grasped the back
of his neck, leaned in and kissed him.
He was only a few inches taller than her so she only slightly had to tilt her
chin to meet his lips. Not too short, not too tall. Perfect height. She opened
her mouth; inviting him. He took the invitation and caught her tongue with his.
Their tongues resumed the familiar battle they had started a few days ago, the
winner of the wrestle still undecided. Hermione found that he tasted like
chocolate, coffee and cream. She had never seen him eating sweets before and
assumed it was too frivolous for the high and mighty Slytherin to indulge in
extra calories. But a kiss reveals all. She smiled against his lips and softly
snaked her arms around his waist and pulled him closer. Little by little Draco
broke the kiss to say something.

�You
don�t have to do this,� he said, sensing why she had come.

She
gave him an innocent smile.

�Silly
boy,� she answered. �Haven�t you ever heard that you shouldn�t pester the people
you like?�

She
removed her hands from around Draco�s waist and shakily started working on the
buttons of his shirt, opening them one by one before discarding the garment to
the floor. She caressed his lean chest with trembling hands and trailed to his
muscular shoulders and arms. Why did she have to be so damn nervous? She wanted
this. Unfalteringly she grasped the belt of her bathrobe and unhooked it. She
felt kind of stupid being nervous about this; he had seen her naked before. But
somehow this felt different. She took a deep breath and let the bathrobe slide
off her shoulders, falling around her ankles. Draco swallowed nervously as he
let his eyes wonder over the curves of her naked flesh. Okay, apparently this
felt different for him too. She stepped forward and enclosed her arms around his
neck, wanting to feel his warm skin against her naked flesh. They hugged;
caressing their cheeks against each other. This almost felt more sensual than
kissing. To touch, but not to taste. If one of them would step back an inch,
they would lose the contact. It was torture, but the torture was sizzling. Draco
gently ran his hands over the curves of her back.

�I
can�t believe I�m touching you,� he said, his voice gone
hoarse.

�Me
neither,� she replied while wondering how it could be possible that a simple
touch can create shivers all over her spine.

Their
lips found each other again. Hermione felt her feet moving. She wasn�t sure if
she was the one who had started to move or if she was following Draco, but she
decided that it didn�t really matter. They desperately tried to keep their lips
together while they stumbled somewhat clumsily towards the bed. They sat
themselves down and Draco gently encouraged Hermione to take her arms from his
neck. Hermione could feel her lips unlock from Draco�s and felt her back making
contact with the softness of the bed sheets. She groaned at the loss of Draco�s
lips, but that groan suddenly turned into a loud gasp as she felt Draco cup her
breasts. She was a bit uneasy by the intimate contact, but wouldn�t think of
stopping him. He lovingly caressed her sensitive flesh, grazed her nipples and
hardened them in the process. His hands moved to caress her sides while he
trailed little kisses down Hermione�s throat, upper body, and abdomen, steadily
moving downward. Draco sat himself
on his knees and slowly nudged her knees apart. With his hands he lovingly
caressed the inside of her thighs, gradually running his hands closer towards
the place that held the centre of her ache. Hermione felt a noteworthy throb
between her legs. How could she possibly be so turned on already? How can the
effect from another person�s hands be so utterly different from her own? Draco
lowered his head and Hermione�s released an involuntary shudder as he started
exploring the folds of her sex with his tongue. She had never felt so open and
vulnerable in her life. She was surprised at how much she trusted Draco. Her
most intimate of places exposed to him, open do to with it as he pleased. She
felt kind of worried about how she tasted down there. Or smelled. Or looked. She
had once taken a hand mirror to take a peek and she quickly came to the
conclusion that this wasn�t her most gracious of body parts. But Draco didn�t
seem to mind. He licked and nipped at her as if he was a parched man lost in the
desert and her juices were the only thing that could keep him
alive.


�Gods Hermione,� Draco panted, replacing his mouth with his hand. �I�ve
wanted to do that ever since I saw you that night.�

Hermione
wanted to reply: �And I�ve wanted
you to do that to me ever since I saw you that night�, but she found she
could only utter a bunch of incoherent whimpers. She gasped and slightly arced
her back when Draco gently slipped two fingers in her entrance. He slid them
back and back and forth and the tension below her belly was rapidly increasing.
She clasped her inner muscles around Draco�s fingers to increase the friction
while she bit her lip to stifle her moans. Draco leaned in and caught her lips
with his own.


�Don�t,� he whispered against her lips. �Moan if you have to moan. Don�t
hold yourself back on my account.�

He
removed his digits, lowered his head again and attacked her clit with his
tongue. Hermione squealed loudly and her upper body involuntarily arced upwards.


�That�s my girl,� Draco said approvingly and continued his assault on
Hermione�s swollen love-bud. Hermione found herself squirming on the bed. She
didn�t know what to do with herself. Draco�s warm juicy tongue was driving her
absolutely insane. She felt so damn out in the open. Her body was reacting in
ways she had never know it to react before. She felt rather embarrassed about
her heated reactions to Draco�s ministrations while he remained his poised self,
but she couldn�t stop herself even if she wanted to.


�Oh...my...Go-� she moaned as her legs started to tremble, but
didn�t finish her sentence as her mind suddenly went blank. Her body stiffened
into one giant spasm and even though her eyes were closed she swore she could
see stars. After a few moments her body relaxed again and she panted vigorously,
suddenly realising that she had neglected to breathe. Her eyes fluttered back
open in desperate search for Draco�s face.


�Draco...� she whimpered, but she was cut off when his lips covered hers,
sharing her juices. She put one of her hands behind his neck and pressed him
closer to her, deepening the kiss. She had never felt so sensual in her life and
didn�t want the feeling to stop. She lowered her hands towards the waistband of
Draco�s pants. She found it hard to believe that after just having experienced
such a mind-blowing orgasm she still would be able to move, let alone beg for
more; but she did. She wanted him. Needed him. He caught notice of her
action and helped her removing his pants and boxers. Draco let out a sigh from release as his
burning erection was freed from it�s confinements. He pulled his pants and
boxers fully off his legs and flung them across the room. Hermione could see by
the state of his pulsing member that he needed her as much as she needed him. He
kissed her again, ever more feverishly, and shifted himself between Hermione�s
legs.


�Go on,� she whispered against his lips, indicating that she was ready.
He positioned himself and Hermione stiffened slightly as she felt the tip of his
erection pressing against her entrance. This is it, she realised. She had
reached another one of those momentous milestones that graced the path of her
life. Draco kissed her once more and then slowly slid himself forward. Her mouth
opened involuntarily at the feel of him inside of her and gasped as she felt him
bump against resistance. He hadn�t even forced his way through her barrier yet
and it already hurt. Damn, she thought. She sort of hoped it wouldn�t be there
anymore. She had once heard a woman�s barrier could rupture by itself when
having endured certain physical exercises. Given the strains her body had went
through the past few years, she hoped that would be the case with her.
Apparently not.


�This is going to hurt,� he said.

She
nodded knowingly and prepared herself for the pain. Draco covered her mouth with
his and pushed forward to rupture the obstruction. It hurt when he broke her
virgin barrier; her cry was muffled by his mouth that was on hers. Her body went
rigid and tears of pain were stinging her almost shut eyes.


�I�m sorry,� she heard him say apologetically.

She
felt him brush a stray strand of hair from her forehead; making her feel safe.
She opened her eyes and immediately found his. They were dark and stormy and she
knew she must be driving him insane. She gave him a reassuring smile, letting
him know that it was okay. He understood, pulled back only to fully sheath
himself into her again. He did this still very attentively, his point to let her
become fully accustomed before he�d pick up the pace. She forced her body to
relax, knowing that it was the only thing she could do to try to ease the
throbbing pain she felt inside of her. Hermione shivered when Draco brushed his
tongue across one of her erect nipples. She could feel his arousal hugging her
in places she didn�t even know existed. This was all so strange and new... and
she loved it.

With
every passing thrust she felt the pain ebbing away more and more. Hermione pulled him closer to her and
enveloped him into another passionate kiss; their tongues scuffling wildly in
the confinements of their mouths. She wanted to touch him, but didn�t really
know where. But she figured that this wasn�t an excuse to just lie there like a
rag doll; she wanted to be part of this, not just let it happen to her. She
hesitantly raised her arms and ran her hands across his back; loving the way she
could feel every curve and every muscle. Draco�s endurance seemed to be breaking
down at this point. He gradually sped up his movements; making Hermione gasp at
the feeling it caused inside of her. She enclosed her legs
around his waist and, as if it were induced by some sort of natural urge inside
of her, she started moving her pelvis to meet his thrusts. The sounds of
increasing moans and whimpers were slowly filling the space of the usually so
quiet room. She was amazed at how she could evoke such fervent responses in
Draco. How she could make him groan from an agony which ironically could also
only be relieved by her. So
this was what it was like. Passion. Lust. Love.

Love?

Did
she love Draco? Did she love Malfoy? But then she realised the person on top of
her was neither one of them. This was Draco Malfoy; a person she only
recently met. Can you love a person you�ve only just met?


�Yes,� she moaned, both in rapture as in answer to her silent
question.

The
tension inside of her had been building up into vast proportions. Just a few
more thrusts and she would reach that place again; that place where she could
see stars. She felt the tension shatter and explode; and she cried out Draco�s
name as shockwaves of orgasm were blazing through her entire body. Wave after
wave of ecstasy jolted through her, pushed her over the edge, and dropped her
into obscurity. Just as she was coming down from her shuddering climax Draco was
swept up by it and filled her body with his seed as he came. When he was fully
spent Draco collapsed on top of her, burying his face in the curve of her
shoulder; turning them both into an sweaty trembling heap of naked flesh.
Hermione lightly brushed her lips against his neck while nuzzling him with her
nose. He lifted his head and they looked at each other; breaking out into giggly
smiles. Hermione caught Draco�s lips and showered them with butterfly kisses
before enveloping him into a long embrace. The room had gone silent again. The
only thing Hermione could hear was her rapid heartbeat ringing in her ears and
the expulsion of two sets of irregular breathing. She could smell his scent. A
mixture of spices, mint and something very Draco. And also sex. She could smell
it in the air. She always found it a somewhat odd expression to say that someone
or someplace smelled like sex. But now smelling it, she could see why people
would use it. It had a unique aroma to it, rather hard to describe.

After
a few moments she felt Draco stir, trying to get off of her, worried he was
going to crush her with his weight. But she wouldn�t let
him.


�Stay for a minute,� she pleaded, grasping him by the shoulders. He
smiled at her and complied, laying his head back in the curve of her shoulder.
She could feel his heavy breathing against her neck; the warmth of his body; his
flesh still buried inside of her; the pressure of his weight; his heartbeat
against her chest. Her mouth curled up in a smile at the feel of all these
sensations. She was looking forward to tomorrow morning; him waking up next to
her after a night of passion and knowing she was there.

Knowing
she was there.



*

�Miss
Granger!�

�Professor McGonagall,� Hermione
replied, turning back around to meet her teacher who apparently wanted to talk
to her. All her other classmates were already making their way out of the
transfiguration classroom as it was time to go to lunch.

�I just wanted to enquire if you
have fully accustomed to your position of Head Girl,� the professor
said.

�I
believe so, yes,� Hermione answered politely.

�Settled
into your new accommodations?�


�Having my own bathroom is quite nice,� Hermione answered with a
nod.

�May
I assume you�ve discovered the other bonus the room provides?�

Hermione
blinked and then gasped in disbelief. Professor McGonagall knew? The
professor smiled as she noticed Hermione�s shocked
expression.


�I was Head Girl too, you know,� she explained as she collected her items
from her desk, preparing to leave.


�So... so it was there already when you became Head Girl?� Hermione asked
incredulously.


�O no no!� Professor McGonagall said quickly and started to walk towards
the exit of the classroom. In the doorway she halted, turned around and just
before she departed she winked and said:

�It
was when I left, though.�

Then
she turned around and walked away to leave a totally flabbergasted Hermione
standing alone in the classroom; looking awfully pale.

Draco
wasn�t kidding when he said that everyone wears a
mask.

*****THE
END*****

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