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Forbidden Fruit	By : nvywf2005 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7390 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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A/N 1: This chapter is titled Pansy Part 1 because she is a nasty little bitch in this story, haha.
She will be showing up trying to ruin things for Draco and Hermione a few times. For both
selfish reasons(she wants Draco all to her self . . . What girl wouldn’t right?), and because
Voldemort tells her to test the strength of Draco and Hermione’s relationship.

Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy this next chapter of “Forbidden Fruit.”

A/N 2: Sorry it’s taken me so long to update. It’s getting harder and harder to find time to type
everything up. I am working on it though, I promise. Also, I’ve decided to split chapters a little
so they aren’t so long. This one and the next one I type up(I’ve got nearly the whole story
written, just not typed up yet) will have quite a bit of Hermione/Draco/Pansy drama in it. Which
actually is just all resolving itself in the chapter I’ve just written. So she’s a major hindrance to
Draco and Hermione’s relationship for quite sometime. Well, her and Voldemort of course.

~Krista

Chapter 8: Pansy Part 1

After Draco left the room and shut the door behind him, Hermione stripped out of her

uniform and into the pair of sweats and t-shirt Draco had handed her. Then she went to the
bathroom he told her about to change. It was here she ran into Pansy Parkinson, who was in a
rather particular mood.

“You know, it used to be me who slept in Draco’s bed at night. I bet I rocked his world more
then you’ll ever be able to, Mudblood.” Pansy laughed, “You know I loved it when he was in his
Death Eater robes. Sexy as hell . . . I think it’s what turned me on the most.”

Hermione was doing her best to ignore Pansy. She knew she was just trying to get the best of her.

“You’ll never amount to anything, Mudblood. Your grimy-ass will never be enough for my
Draco. He’ll always come back–”

“Pansy, what the Hell are you talking about? Why the fuck are you telling Hermione all these
lies?” Draco asked as he walked into the bathroom. He’d gone back to his room and wondered
why Hermione wasn’t back yet. He decided to go look for her and heard Pansy’s voice coming
from the restroom he’d told Hermione to use.

“Just explaining the difference between me and this filthy Mudblood . . . How you’ll always wish
it were my tunnel your python was in,” Pansy said. Licking her lips and walking up to Draco.

            She tried sliding her hand down to his groin, but he pushed her away as he saw Hermione
run out of the room.

“Pansy, stay the fuck away from me . . . and Hermione! I don’t care who the fuck you have orders
from! Don’t you go fuckin’ with Hermione!”, Draco yelled, pushing her away.

“Draco, you know I love it when you play rough,” Pansy growled bouncing back onto him.
“What, little Draky? Still can’t say no to me can you? No matter how in love you are with that
Mudblood.” Pansy purred into his ear, licking it. She grabbed his hand and placed it onto her
breast. Then she moved it down to his cock. Finding it all ready hard as she squeezed it. Draco
forced himself back out of it. He knew what Pansy was trying to do and why. Pushing her away
once more, causing her to fall backwards onto her fat ass. Draco turned on his heels and went to
go find Hermione.

            Draco knew where to look for Hermione. The same bathroom they’d first made love in.
He went there, but Hermione wasn’t there. So he went to Gryffindor Tower. Harry, Ron,
Lavender, Dean, Ginny, and Seamus were all in the Gryffindor common room . . . but no
Hermione.

“Have any of you seen Hermione?” Draco asked.

“No . . . Hasn’t been here all night,” Ginny answered. Draco let out a sigh. Where else would she
have gone? He thought.

“Potter, do you have that deal on you?” Draco asked. Not wanting to say map. Harry stood up
and pulled out what appeared to be a piece of old parchment paper.

“Come on let’s go somewhere a little more private,” Harry said as he started leading Draco to the
boys dormitory. When they got to his four-post bed. Harry pulled out his wand and tapped the
piece of parchment paper. “I solemnly swear I’m up to no good.” The piece of parchment turned
into a map of Hogwarts. Showing each and every person location within the castle. Harry started
studying the hundreds of dots and names on the map. Draco looking over his shoulder as he did.

“What happened anyway?” Harry asked. Draco told him about everything that had happened
after his lesson with Professor Snape.

“She’s stubborn, it might take her a while . . . but she’ll forgive you.” Harry smiled, “ Well, she’s
sitting in the Great Hall at our house’s table.”

“Thanks,” Draco replied.

            Draco made his way toward the Great Hall. Checking his watch as he ran. He had an hour
before curfew. When he finally reached the doors to the Great Hall. There at the Gryffindor table
all by herself with a cup in her hands and a tea pot in front of her was Hermione. She’d taken off
the necklace Draco gave her for Christmas and set it on the table in front of her. He could see it’s
diamond sparkling from where he stood. Hermione felt someone near her and looked up to see
Draco standing in the doorway. He noticed her face shrivel up as she looked away.

            Draco walked to the table she was sitting at and sat down in the seat across from her.

“If you want, you can yell at me. I fully deserve it,” Draco offered. Hermione shrugged her
shoulders. “I pushed Pansy away, Hermione. I admit it’s hard for me to resist her sometimes, but
I swear I haven’t slept with her or anyone else since I started going out with you. I haven’t done
ANYTHING with anyone else, and I don’t want to.” Draco said picking up the tea pot and
pouring some more tea into Hermione’s cup.

“I just . . . you treated me like crap tonight, Draco. How you made me stay in your room . . .
yelled at me, and then she came along. It just made things worse,” Hermione replied.

“I’m sorry . . . I wasn’t meaning to snap or force you into staying in my room tonight . . . I just
really needed to hold your body and feel your warmth . . . I needed to feel your love after my
lesson with Snape . . . I hate what I’m having to do in there. Even if it isn’t real during the
lessons and it’s because of you, Hermione.” Draco smiled softly, “You’ve changed me.”

“Why does this crap always happen to us? Why can’t we just have at least one drama-free
week?” Hermione asked.

“I think we both know the answer to that. You’re dating a Death Eater who is deeply and truly in
love with Harry Potter’s Mudblood friend.” Draco said, using air quotes for the Mudblood part.

            Hermione looked up and gave a little smile to Draco.

“Like I’ve said before . . . If it’s too much for you, or you’re not wanting to deal with this shit
anymore. You can back out, Hermione. It’s going to get worse before it gets better. It’d tear me
to pieces if you chose to back out, but I’d understand it,” Draco said. A tear falling from the
bottom of his face.

“I don’t want to back out,” Hermione said softly as she toyed with the cup in front of her.

“Good,” Draco replied. Reaching over to her hands. “Let’s go to bed.”

            Hermione stood up and went up to Draco who was waiting for her. He took her hand in
his and they walked back to his room. Pansy was no where insight, but Blaise Zabini was.

“Yeah, Draco! Tap that Mudblood!” Blaise called as Draco and Hermione went to Draco’s room.
Draco turned around and glared at Blaise.

“Fuck you! Don’t ever call my girlfriend a Mudblood again!” Draco shot back.

“She really does have you trained like a good little House Elf don’t she?” Blaise taunted.

“Blaise, shut your fucking mouth before I shut it for you! You’d be so lucky as to find a witch
like Hermione.”

“So she’s a good shag then? Can I give her a go?” That was the last straw for Draco. He tried
lunging after Blaise, but Hermione held him back.

“Draco, he’s not worth it . . . Just ignore him,” Hermione said. Gently kissing his lips. Draco
looked at her and then back at Blaise. He was going to beat the shit out of Blaise until Hermione
pulled his face back to hers and kissed him again.

“Go ahead and drag your name into the mud, Draco!” Blaise laughed. Draco tried to pull away
from Hermione again, but she wouldn’t let him. She kept on kissing him. Putting her hands in his
and walking him backwards until they were back in his room. Then she pulled away and went
over to the bed. Pulling the covers back a little and slipping between them.

            “He has no fucking right to talk to you like that, Hermione. I’m going to beat his ass. I’m
sick of people acting as if you’re beneath them . . . You’re smarter, prettier, and better then any of
those pureblood gits will ever be,” Draco ranted. Hermione simply put her finger to her lips.

“Sh . . . Just come to bed and forget about them,” she said. Draco slipped off his shoes, socks,
jeans, and shirt. Leaving only his boxers on as he crawled under the covers next to Hermione.
She rolled over onto her side to face him. Kissing him softly and running her fingertips up and
down his arm.

“Thank you,” Hermione said after kissing Draco a second time. “Too bad we’ve got to keep the
door open and so many people are still up.”

“That’s ok. I really just want to hold you all night. I missed last night,” Draco replied. Wrapping
his arms around Hermione’s waist. Sliding his hand up her shirt a little.

“Mm . . . I missed this bed. It’s way too comfy . . . ” Hermione said as she rolled onto her back
and stretched out a bit. Draco rolled with her a bit. Laying his head on the pillow next to hers and
pulling her closer to him. Resting his hand on her stomach.

“I love you,” Draco said kissing her neck. Then he realized she was all ready asleep. He kissed
her once more before allowing himself to fall asleep as well.

            It was late Friday night the week after school had started back up. Draco and Hermione
had, had no more problems that week. Draco hadn’t even had another lesson with Snape. The
professor had cancelled the ones they’d arranged previously. Not having to worry about getting
up anytime soon. Draco and Hermione were fast asleep, and curled up in each others arms. Draco
was dreaming a peaceful dream when he felt his side of the bed shift.

            Draco opened his eyes and looked at Hermione. She was still fast asleep in his arms. He
lifted her a bit and sat up. He came nearly face to face with Pansy.

“Look, Pans-”

“Don’t worry . . . I just want to talk a bit,” Pansy interrupted.

“I knew there’d be a problem with the no shutting doors rule this lousy school made,” Draco
sighed. “Talk, but I swear to Merlin if you cause any more problems between me and Hermione.
I’ll hex you to Kingdom come.” Draco said softly, looking over at Hermione to make sure she
was still asleep. He shifted her in his arms so it was more comfortable and began lazily running
his fingers through her hair. Then he turned his focus back to Pansy.

“Why have you changed so much for a Mudblood?”

“I haven’t changed for a ‘Mudblood’. I’ve changed because of Hermione who’s smarter then
most pureblood’s I know,” Draco replied.

“Is she really a better shag then me? Don’t you miss me . . . what we had?”

It’s different’ with Hermione then it was with you. With Hermione, it can be gentle or rough, but
it’s never too rough. I’ve never had to dominate her and she’s never had to me. There’s more
love and compassion involved. If you’ve noticed, we don’t fuck every day, and that’s fine with
both of us. We’re happy just being able to spend time with each other,” Draco explained.

            “With you, Pansy it was always rough. When I was with you, I was a much different
person. Our personalities matched and it showed whenever we fucked. We’d do it anywhere we
wanted, and be as rough as we knew how. I was a very mean person then . . . I was so full of my
self. Jealous and angry all the time. Back then I wanted nothing more then to become a Death
Eater. Until I was actually forced to become one. From the second I performed my first killing
curse on someone. I hated it, and I wanted to change.”

“Do you miss the roughness?” Pansy asked.

“Sometimes but I can pound Hermione fast and hard. I know that, she likes a bit of roughness.
Now, I would never try say anal or any of that freaky shit you and I used to do. I’d never allow
myself to be too rough with her. Or to hurt her.”

“You miss it all, Draco. I can see it in your eyes. Not to mention you’ve got quite a tent there.”

“Perhaps sometimes, a btu I love Hemline more then I ever did you. With you it was only about
sex. With Hermione it’s more then that. There’s love and an actual relationship . . . Of course I
have an erection. Were talking about sex. Any bloke would have the same reaction as me. I’ve
always been sexually charged and you know that,” Draco said. “And anyway aren’t you with
Goyle?”

“Yeah, but he’s stupid and really sucks in bed. I need you Draco . . . I want your cock.”

“Well you can’t have me. I’m Hermione’s for as long as she’ll have me,” Draco said.

“You’ll give in eventually. I know you want to fuck like we used to,” Pansy smiled. Getting up
from the bed.

“Don’t hold your breath, Pans . . . I have all I need right here,” Draco replied as he kissed the
back of Hermione’s head.

“The Dark Lord will change that son enough,” Pansy finished before leaving Draco’s room.

            She didn’t go far though. She stayed just close enough to where she could listen and
watch Draco and Hermione’s actions. It was her job to watch them and test the strengths and
weaknesses of their relationship.

            As soon as Pansy left, Draco rolled onto his side and kissed the back of Hermione’s neck.
Then he noticed her eyes flutter open. They didn’t look like she’d just woken up.

“Hey . . . ” Draco said, rolling Hermione so she was on her back looking up at him. She wasn’t
crying or mad from the looks of it. “How much did you hear?”

“Enough,” Hermione smiled. Bringing her hand up to Draco’s face.

“Seriously . . . How long have you been awake?”

“Since you started stroking my hair. I thought maybe you were hinting at something, but then I
heard Pansy’s voice. I tried to fall back asleep but I just couldn’t. So I just pretended I was,”
Hermione explained. “Are you mad?”

“No, not at all. I didn’t tell her anything I didn’t want you to hear. I told her the truth. Exactly ow
I felt about things,” Draco replied. Leaning down to kiss Hermione. He was still quite turned on
from his conversation with Pansy. Yes, he missed their raw fuck sessions. He might have
changed quite a bit over the past few months, but he was still Draco Malfoy.

            Draco started grinding his pelvis into Hermione’s leg as he continued kissing her.
Bringing his hand up to her face and tried pulling her closer as his tongue darted in and out of her
mouth. Stroking her tongue, swirling around it, and then bringing his tongue back into his own
mouth. Draco’s hands started roaming Hermione’s body. Traveling from her face to her shoulder.
Massaging it a little. Continuing down to her breasts, squeezing and toying with each one
through the fabric of the t-shirt she was wearing. Then he let his hands move all the way down to
Hermione’s pajama pants. Untying and loosening the drawstring on them before slipping his
hand inside and cupping her mound in his hand. Sliding his middle finger up and down her slit.
Noticing how wet Hermione was.

“Such a wet little girl tonight,” Draco whispered against her neck. Nipping at it a bit before
getting up on his knees. Sliding four fingers into the waistband of Hermione’s pants. “Hips up,”
Draco urged. Hermione did as he asked and lifted her hips up. Allowing Draco to slide her pants
down and off of her. “Sit up,” he continued.

“But– we’ll get caught.”

“No we want. Come on, you can put your top back on after I’m done with you...I want you
naked, Granger,” Draco half demanded.

            Hermione hesitated for a second before sitting up and slipping the shirt up and over her
head. Draco quickly stood up and removed the boxers he was wearing. Shivering a little as the
coldness of the room rolled through his body. Then he laid down next to Hermione. Kissing her
again. Roaming her body with his hands a little before moving to position his pelvis between her
legs. Hermione stopped him as he was attempting this.

“Draco, wait,” Hermione breathed.

“Hermione...” Draco whined as he laid his head down next to Hermione’s, and turned her face
towards his. His penis was so hard now he thought it might break in half. “I want you,” he
whined again as he rubbed his hard-on against her leg.

“I know but I feel like it’s just because of Pansy and the conversation you were having with
her...You miss what she–” Hermione was cut off by Draco kissing her.

“I’d be lying to you if I said that conversation and the thoughts she filled my head with didn’t
excite me...It did,” Draco started. Choosing his words carefully. Kissing Hermione again before
continuing, “but trust me when I say it’s only you I want...” Draco took her hand and guided it to
his aching erection. Holding her hand on it, “This, Hermione Granger, is all yours...All because
of you and how much the thought of fucking you senseless arouses me.”

             Draco kissed her once more before attempting to position himself at her entrance again.
This time he succeeded, and slowly slid his cock into her. “...and this...this is all yours...you have
no idea how much my cock belongs to you,” Draco said as he leaned his head down to kiss
Hermione’s shoulder. As he kissed it, he began moving in and out of her warm hole at a rapid
pace.

“I only want to fuck you...Only your tight pussy I want clenched around me.” Draco said, licking
her neck and then moving his mouth to hers. “Only your lips I want to kiss.” Moving his head
down to her breasts. Taking each nipple into his mouth one at a time.

Draco started thrusting harder and faster.

“Only your moans I want to hear. Your name I want to call out...”

The next morning, Hermione woke up and rolled over onto her back. Stretching out her

legs and arms, before looking over at Draco who was also laying on his back. Only he looked
like he’d been awake for a while.

“Hi,” Hermione said, still sounding a little sleepy.

“Sleep good?” Draco asked, rolling onto his side and propping himself up on his elbow.

“Very,” Hermione nodded.

“Good,” Draco smiled. Leaning down to kiss his girlfriend.

            “Today’s Saturday, right?” Hermione asked. Draco nodded his head ‘yes’. “Good,”
Hermione sighed. Rolling onto her side and laying her head on Draco’s chest. Wrapping her arms
around his waist.

“Tired?” Draco asked, hugging Hermione as he wrapped his arms around her. Kissing the side of
her neck.

“A little...I’m hungry too, though,” Hermione replied.

            “Well, why don’t we go down and eat. Then, after that we can come back here and just
lounge around...have a lazy day,” Draco suggested.

“Sounds like a plan,” Hermione said, drawing back from Draco and reaching over the side of the
bed for her pants. Putting them on after she found them.

            Draco got out of bed and quickly put on a pair of sweat pants and a sleeveless t-shirt.
Hermione slowly crawled out of bed and stretched some more.

“Brr...” Hermione shivered.

“Here,” Draco said, pulling out a hooded, fleece jacket and handing it to her.

“Thanks, I didn’t think of grabbing a sweatshirt last night when I brought down my pajamas.”

“It’s no problem..Although, I think I may need to buy some more sweatshirts and things next
time there’s a trip to Hogsmead,” Draco joked.

“I’ll send the ones you’ve lent me to laundry and then I’ll give them–” Hermione started saying,
but was interrupted by Draco kissing her.

“I was just joking.”

“I know, but I should still return them. If nothing else so you don’t run out of shirts to lend me,”
Hermione replied.

            When they were ready. Draco and Hermione walked down to the Great Hall and got their
trays of food. Hermione got waffles with some bacon and toast. While Draco got plain old bacon
and eggs.

“Where do you want to sit? Slytherin or Gryffindor?” Hermione asked.

“Gryffindor,” Draco answered quickly.

“Really?”

“I’m sick of Slytherin right now,” Draco told her as they sat down across from Ginny and
Lavender.

            “Scar Head and the Weasel still in bed?” Draco asked the two girls in front of him.
Trying to ignore all the strange looks coming his way.

“They probably won’t be up for a couple more hours,” Ginny replied.

“I suppose Won-Won will be down around lunch or so,” Lavender said. Draco had to turn his
head and couch in order to keep himself from laughing.

            “I think they’re going down to see Hagrid a little later if you want to go with them,
Hermione,” Ginny suggested.

“Oh...I haven’t been down to see Hagrid in ages. I think I will ask if I can tag along, want to
come with, Draco?” Hermione asked.

“There goes our lazy day,” Draco laughed. “I don’t really want to go, but you can. I have a few
things I can do while you’re down there. If nothing else I can go find Crabbe and Goyle. It’s been
almost too long since I’ve tortured the two morons.”

“Ok, well I need to go get ready for the day, then. Do you want to come to Gryffindor Tower
with me?”

“Nah, I think I’ve shocked enough of you for now by sitting at your table. Sitting in your
common room with you not there might cause someone to have a heart attack. Just come find me
in the Slytherin common room when you’re done,” Draco said. Seeing Hermione frown a little.

            Hermione went to shower and get dressed. While Draco went to the Slytherin common
room. He really didn’t feel like doing anything that day and decided he’d just wear his sweats all
day.

            After her shower, Hermione ran into Ron and Harry in the Gryffindor common room
while on her way up to the girl’s dormitory to finish getting ready.

“Hey,” Hermione greeted them both.

“Oh now you decide you’re going to speak to us?” Ron asked.

“I always talk to you two, I’ve just had a lot going on this week. I’m sorry for not spending more
time with you both,” Hermione apologized.

“It’s ok, Hermione. We’ve just missed you. We’re used to having you around all the time. Not to
mention we’ve actually had to do our OWN homework,” Harry said. Joking about the last bit.

“I’ve missed you too...I heard you’re going down to visit Hagrid today. Thought I mihght go with
you,” Hermione smiled.

“Really? That would be awesome!” Ron said, hugging her.

“Ok, then,” Hermione giggled.

            “We’re going after we get done eating,” Harry told Hermione.

“Ok, let me go tell Draco real quick, and then I’ll meet you in the Great Hall...Don’t leave
without me!” Hermione said as she hurried up stairs.

            When Hermione got ot her trunk. She pulled out a pair of blue jeans and a brown sweater.
Then she grabbed her black boots and quickly changed before pulling her hair back into a
ponytail.

            When Hermione was finished getting ready. She went back down to the Slytherin
dungeons, so she could update Draco on her plans for that day with Ron and Harry.

“Python,” Hermione said to the slytherin portrait. It opened for her and she walked past it and
into their large, stone-walled common room.

            Draco was sitting on his favorite, big, leather couch. Working on what appeared to be
homework. There were several other Slytherin’s there as well, and they all looked up when
Hermione came through the portrait. Making her feel as if she had three heads instead of just one.

            When Draco saw Hermione, he put down his book and went over to greet her.

“Hey,” Draco said. Pulling her into him for a kiss.

“Hi,” Hermione replied. Kissing him a couple more times. “So, I came to tell...or rather talk to
you about plans.”

“Talk away,” Draco said. Leaning his head down and nibbling on her neck a little.

            “Harry and Ron are eating and then we’re going down to visit Hagrid,” Hermione
explained.

“Sounds good, I probably won’t go too far from that couch you saw me sitting on when you came
in. I’ve decided to catch up on some homework before it gets the best of me.”

“I have homework I need to work on in the library tomorrow,” Hermione said. Sounding much
too happy about having homework.

“You’re crazy, how can you like homework so much?” Draco asked.

“I just love learning. I always have,” Hermione answered.

            After talking to Draco for a few more minutes and kissing him good-bye. Hermione went
to the Great Hall. Where she said she’d meet Ron and Harry, so they could walk down to
Hagrid’s hut together.

“Ready?” Hermione asked as she got to the nearly empty Gryffindor table.

“We’ve been ready...You took forever,” Ron replied as he and Harry stood up from the table.

            When they got to Hagrid’s hut. Harry knocked on the door. After hearing sounds of pans
and pots dropping from inside, and Fang barking. Hagrid finally opened the door to greet them.
Fang jumped up and licked Ron’s face.

            “Though’ migh’ be yeh three,” Hagrid said. Gesturing for the trio to come inside. “Wan’
some tea?”

“Sure,” all three responded in unison.

“Sorry we haven’t been down lately, Hagrid,” Harry apologized.

“It’s been a fairly busy year so far,” Ron added.

“Eh’, it’s all righ’. I know i’s’ not yeh’ fault. Yeh all love me,” Hagrid replied as he set their cups
of tea down in front of them.

            “How’s Aragog doing, Hagrid?” Hermione asked. He’d sent a letter earlier in the year.
Saying the huge spider was ill.

“Not so good. He’s gettin’ a better though I s’pose,” Hagrid replied staring blankly into space.
“Are you still seeing Malfoy, ‘Ermione?”

“Yes,” Hermione smiled.

“Yer bein’ careful though, righ’?”

“Of course, Hagrid,” Hermione replied sweetly.
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