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Chapter
8 - Insanity

It
was lunch time when Harry came to visit her at the hospital wing to
give her an earful about what he thought of her jumping in the way of
a curse meant for him. She listened through all of his speech holding
her tongue, knowing he wouldn’t like to hear what she had to
say about it. In reality there was another subject looming over the
corner that made Hermione more acceptant of the argument on which her
friend was currently focussing. But as fate had it, Harry didn’t
take long on bringing the dreaded subject up for discussion. He
started asking about Malfoy.

“So,
were you planning to say anything?”

“There’s
not much I can say, Harry.” she was feeling drained already.
She didn’t know how she could explain everything that had
happened with Draco to Harry; especially since it mostly involved
very
intimate moments.

He
sighed. “He saved your life. That’s unbelievable. It
doesn’t mean I forgive him, it doesn’t even mean I trust
him or that I want him near you. I still hate the git. But I’m
grateful”

“Harry…”

“Let
me finish. I don’t understand what is going on between you too.
I don’t think I want to, but I’m willing to let it go as
long as I’m sure you are safe, Mione…”

“I
am. I can take care of myself, and he won’t hurt me” she
said in a rush.

“That
doesn’t mean others won’t try to hurt you, Hermione. I
already hate how much danger you’re in just for being my
friend. And you had to go and fall for the Slytherin Ferret?!”
he looked dismayed.

“It’s
not like that, please let me explain; I know you are hurt, Harry, but
I never meant to hide anything from you, I just -”

“Please
save me from the gory details. The less I know, the better I’ll
feel about it. Gosh Mione! Malfoy of all people?!”

“I
know… it just… happened, I ...” she was
struggling to find the right words and she was afraid she wasn’t
going t o find them.

“How
does something like that just
happen?!”
He sighed. “I won’t nag you about it anymore. You still
need your rest. How long is Madam Pomfrey keeping you here?”

“I
don’t know. She’s not buying my abrupt recovery; she’s
been running tests through me all morning. She knows we’re
hiding something.”

“I
know, but she can’t use veritaserum on us, so no worries
there.”

“Doesn’t
mean she doesn’t want to…” she paused for a moment
and hesitated before asking, “How is Ron?”

“I
haven’t told him, if that’s what you’re wondering.
He is coming to visit later, he was retained by Snape” Harry
answered giving her a reproachful and almost accusatory look.

Hermione
lowered her head. She had never thought that she’d be scolded
by Harry of all people, and she didn’t think Ron would be even
nearly as understanding as Harry was being.

“I’m
sorry” She mumbled.

Harry
put his hand on top of hers and squeezed it; “It’s ok, I
understand” he stood up and leant down to give her a peck on
the head. “I’m glad to have you back” he said as he
raised himself to leave.

She
smiled at him “Are you heading to classes now? Would you mind
bringing my Arithmancy project later tonight? It’s dreadfully
boring here.”

“You
mean that awful stack of books next to your bed? That’s almost
a library! You want me to carry all of that with me…”

“Ron
could help you. I actually need some books from the library as well,
now that you mention it…”

He
groaned, “Anything else, your highness?”

“Well,
I’m pretty sure I’ve been slacking back on our homework.
Would you mind asking the professors for my assignments?”

“I
was speaking figuratively, Mione!”

“But
you asked!” She gave him an innocent look.

He
tried to flee the room before she could ask him to do anything else
for her.

“Harry!”
he looked back from the door exasperated.

“What
now?”

“Thank
you,” she paused, and to make sure her meaning was clear she
added “For everything.”

“Just
remember that if he ever hurts you, I’ll skin him alive.”
he said before closing the door.

*

“I’m
not going to break, Draco” she said between panted breaths.
Hermione had been able to finally get a few moments alone with Draco
by dragging him to their love nest, the Shrieking Shack.

Yes,
their love nest; since they had ‘adopted’ the place,
Draco had improved it, making it look like a small mansion instead of
the creepy rundown place Hermione remembered from her third year.
He’d brought a huge
bed
with fine silky sheets into the room they used, and some of their
clothes were kept in a wardrobe next to her laptop for when they
decided to sleep there. The walls were now a soft cream colour. It
was still pretty bare, but it was more than enough to cover their
needs, at least for now.

“So
you say,” he responded before capturing her lips in an
agonizingly slow maddening kiss. He was giving her the most delicates
of touches, driving her into a frenzy state.

She
knew he was holding back and it had been days
since she was out of the infirmary, not counting the days she’d
spent there, dreaming and daydreaming of him and his touches. She’d
spent a week there! When was he going to understand that she was more
than ready to be shagged? She wanted him; wanted him hard against the
wall, sprawled in the floor, tied up to their bed. Shite, she was
even ready to have him in Snape’s classroom a few days ago…

She
had tricked him there one night and made sure she touched all his
sensitive spots before trying out her most recent research. She even
whispered the details of how she was going to suck him off. He had
almost choked when he heard her, and she’d felt
his growing arousal in between their clothes. But he had stood his
ground; pushed her on arm’s length, and given her the most
pathetic of excuses before leaving her in the classroom all by
herself. Disappointed and utterly
frustrated, not to mention feeling slightly hurt and rejected.

After
giving it an awful lot of thought and consideration, Hermione had
come to the conclusion that he was still worried about her, and
that’s
what had kept him alive all this time. But she wasn’t going to
let him treat her like a porcelain doll for any longer!

She
was going to smack some sense into him if necessary. She had waited
so much for this weekend, she had dreamt and fantasized about all the
things she’d do to him and all the things she wanted him to do
to her; but he wasn’t letting her so much as get a hold of his
belt.

And
he kept distracting her with those sweet kisses. When
had he learned to kiss like that?
Like she was the most precious thing in the world, like he could
breathe through her alone and was trying to absorb all of her being
through her kisses; and his touches, the way he was holding her as if
trying to envelope her, like if he were trying to protect her from
something. He was driving her insane.

That
was how she had understood that he was still worried about her,
consciously or not, and he was trying to convey it through his
actions.

Or
so she thought. She couldn’t understand him, Draco wasn’t
caring, he wasn’t sweet or loving, and they weren’t even
in a relationship! Not one that she could define as such, since they
were only supposed to be together for sex and now they didn’t
even have that, it was scaring her more than he could tell.

She
had started caring about him more as time went on and maybe she had
let herself grow fond of him more than she should have, but how could
she not? She couldn’t just shag someone and then forget about
him the next day! His kisses and touches followed her around all day.
And she had started to learn things about him; the things he liked,
his preferences on food, his hobbies, his opinions about life; what
he expected from his future. Merlin, she had even started to enjoy
his twisted sense of humour!

But
she hadn’t deluded herself. She knew what she was to him. The
obnoxious git was taken with her, but that didn’t mean she
could open her heart to him. Or at least she had tried not to…

She
was so confused now.

And
she needed him. She wanted him. She had missed him. What the heck, it
sometimes seemed like years had passed since they had sex, and it was
so unfair the way he was torturing her…

“I
want you.” she said breathily between the kisses, trying to
lower her hands to his pants, only to be stopped by his hands yet
again.

She
gave an infuriating sound between the kiss, as she felt him pull her
hands around his neck.

“Draco”
she was whining now… what had he reduced her to? An inane
wanton hussy?! Arrgghh…

He
just continued kissing her.

“I
swear Draco, if you don’t bed me right now, I’m going to
go and shag the first bloke that crosses my path.” She huffed.

She
felt him smirk in between the kisses. Ok, so maybe she just wasn’t
that type of girl, and maybe her insecurities still played a major
part in her actions and feelings. Did he have to be so smug about it?

“I’d
like to see you try it, see how many blokes
I’d turn into slugs before they ever crossed your path,
Hermione” he whispered in her ear before he kissed her right
below it.

She
shrieked, “What the heck is wrong with you?! I’m fine!
Can’t you see that?! I’ve been fine for over a week now
and you won’t even let me touch you. Don’t deny it! That
inane excuse you gave me in Snape’s class proved it!!”

He
tried to advance on her again, but she raised a hand to stop him.

“Why
don’t you want me?! Or is that it?” A sudden light turned
on in her head as she said it and she didn’t like the way her
insecurities were making her feel but in a way it made everything
make sense “You just don’t want me anymore and don’t
know how to let me down easily. Is that it?” she gave a
trembling sigh holding one hand to her chest and the other at arm’s
length. How
stupid have I been? “’Cause
it’s fine, you know. I’m not going to hold it against
you.” Her voice trembled slightly, she didn’t like the
way it sounded and she thought she needed more time to have this
processed, she felt like she was suddenly thrown into a pool of ice.

She
gulped and took a step back, trying to further the distance in
between them, “I just want the truth, Draco.” she ran her
hand through her hair. “I don’t want you pitying me,”
she was looking very anxious. “Or is it that you’re
afraid Harry will do something to you? ‘Cause you don’t
have to worry about him, I’ll tell him-”

“Will
you stop your nonsense already? I’ve never been afraid of
Pothead.” He cut her off.

“Then
it’s-” but he cut her off again, closing the space
between them.

“Oh,
do shut up. I’ve been dying to have you!”

“But
you’ve been avoiding all my advances and -”

He
captured her lips, pulled her into his arms and placed her legs
around his body, showing her just how much he wanted her. It eased,
to some extent, the gnawing pain growing across her chest. She
excelled a breath through the kiss, she knew she shouldn’t have
felt like that, even if he had wanted to end things, why should she
be so upset over ending a relationship that she hadn’t even
wanted to start in the first place? It was all too twisted and she
didn’t want to reflect over it, not right now that she could
finally feel him responding, not now that she could have him one more
time. One
last time,
a voice whispered in the back of her head and she extinguished it.
Not
now! She
didn’t feel ready to deal with it now.

He
started to carry her towards the bed and she felt like she had
finally won the battle. The pain in her chest slowly disappeared as
they closed the bed and she was no longer hearing that hunting voice.

He
lowered her to the bed, still kissing her in that delicate and
maddening way of his, melting her body and making her feel like goo.
This time he started to take off her blouse and she wanted to scream
with joy. She circled her arms around his neck and caressed his back
pulling him closer to her.

He
placed kisses along her jaw and some more on her neck; he was
caressing her midriff and started nibbling on her ear making her
shudder beneath him. She was entertaining her hands in his soft hair,
running her fingers through the fine silky strands.

She
raised her legs to his hips trying to bring him closer to her but he
lowered himself to her and buried his face in her chest making it
impossible. He drew her away from the bed to him to take off her
blouse and then her bra. She was tugging at his clothes, trying to
get them off him as quickly as possible too.

“I
need to feel you.” she panted and he distanced himself enough
to pull his shirt off. She relished on the feel of him beneath her
hands, running them over his chest, his shoulders, his back, his arms
and every part of his skin she could reach, while he was still locked
between her breasts, worshiping each of them, making her crazy with
need. She couldn’t understand how he could hold himself so; she
was dying to have him inside of her…

“Draco…
I need you” she said making him groan while he was licking one
of her nipples, the vibrations sending tremors along each nerve
ending on her body, her hips jerked upwards.

He
moved down her body and after removing her knickers he buried his
face under her skirt in between her legs, giving long licks along her
slit. She started writhing uncontrollably, the two hands he’d
kept firm on her hips started running over her body, caressing every
part he could reach while he buried his tongue as deep inside her as
he could reach and gave long licks. He kept burying his face back in
a frantic manner, devouring every part of her, his nose stroking her
clit while he did so.

She
exploded. With a majestic collection of colourful flashes running
across her eyelids, it was one of the best orgasms she’d had,
probably due to all the pent up sexual tension she’d been
carrying with her all this time.

He
was still fondling her folds. Her hands were still tangled in his
hair. She was so aroused by the sight of him, he was achieving the
impossible; he was exciting her all over again.

She
was holding him with one hand now, pulling him unbelievably closer,
her other hand fisted in the covers. Oh,
I’m going to come so hard again…

She
cried out his name when she came on his face once more. But Draco
never stopped lapping at her juices vigorously, making her excitement
rise yet again!
It was as if her body didn’t understand he was trying to kill
her. He was so good at making her body betray her.

As
he pulled up his face between her legs and started nibbling and
giving small bites among her thighs, she started to beg. Her brain,
barely recovering from the throes of her orgasms, started to realize
what he was trying to do. She had not won the battle after all.

“Draco…
please…” but he kept himself buried between her thighs,
taking her to ecstasy all over again…

“Draco…
I want you…” she was whimpering.

“You
have me.” he whispered on her clit, making her body quiver in
pleasure.

“No…
I mean … arghh!” She was moaning uncontrollably.

“Draco,
please… I want you… inside of me…” he
inserted a finger in her and started rubbing her g-spot, making her
come undone in a writhing mess. She just couldn’t do anything
anymore…

After
licking her clean he raised his head and, still looking at her, he
started licking at his fingers, his face flushed, his eyes full of
lust, his hair a mess. He was a sight to behold. “Still want
more?”

“That’s
not… what I meant…” she said trying to catch her
voice “I want you… you inside me…” her
voice was so weak, she doubted he had heard her.

“I
don’t know, love.” he leered, “You look pretty
tired to me.”

She
groaned and let her head fall back, resting on the bed, “I’ll
have you Draco Malfoy… even if it’s the last thing I
do!” she panted and heard his chuckle on her still sensitive
vagina…

She
felt him raise himself and wrap a blanket over her, whispering a
spell to dry her perspiring body.

“Lie
with me.” she grumbled, sleepily.

“As
you wish, Mione.” he said and pulled her closer to him, her
head and hands wrapped around his chest.

“Bastard…”
she whispered before sleep overtook her.

“Sleep
tight, Mione, sleep…” he responded hugging her close
while playing with a lock of her hair.

*

When
Hermione awoke, he was already changing into his Quidditch uniform.
Green was definitely his colour.

“You
were going to leave me!” she accused.

“Hardly.
I was going to leave a note; I’m already late for practice.”

“I’m
not forgetting what you did last night.” she warned him.

“You
mean giving you multiple orgasms?” he was sponsoring a cheeky
grin as he avoided the pillow she threw at him.

“You
know perfectly well what I mean, Malfoy!”

“Back
to surnames, are we? If I’d known that giving you pleasure
would irate you so much I wouldn’t have come here in the first
place. Although I must admit it was quite worth it…”

“You
can’t hide forever, Draco.” she said while sitting in the
bed. “You better watch your back from now on.” and she
raised her naked self and walked towards him, enjoying the way his
eyes travelled along her body. She gave him a deep kiss and let him
wrap his gloved hands on her waist as he hugged her close to him. She
could feel his growing desire.

“I’ll
get you back when you least expect it.” She said and pulled
back. Let’s
see how you mount your broom with that, Draco… she
thought as she went to pick her own clothes.

*

Just
how she was going to get her revenge was a sudden epiphany that came
to Hermione sooner than she had expected it.

“Blimey
Mione, you look good today. It’s almost as if that week in the
infirmary was actually a week in the spa.” Ron exclaimed. “See
Harry? I told you, there was nothing to worry about…”
Oh, how she loved Ron; he had taken her recovery so well. If
only Draco and Harry could have reacted the same way…

“That’s
hardly what you said.” Snorted Harry, “As if you didn’t
spend all your afternoons there as well…”

“Well,
I was looking after you, mate; you were acting like a zombie in
there. Sometimes I thought that it was you
that should be in the hospital wing, not Hermione.”

“As
if you weren’t worried too, Ron”

“Thank
you guys” Hermione smiled and took a sit next to them, she
needed to ask for a favour.

“Harry,
do you still have your invisibility cloak with you?”

“Yeah,
it’s in my trunk”

“Can
I borrow it?” Hermione asked hopefully

“Yeah,
what for?” Harry was suspicious.

“It’s
kind of personal. Do you mind if I take it now?”

“Not
at all, just don’t get caught.”

“Oh,
I won’t” she said with a peculiar smile on her lips as
she quickly rose from the table taking a piece of toast with her. She
had to go to the boy’s dorm to get the cloak.

She
wondered if she would have to wait long for the Slytherin team to
finish practice…

*

Draco
entered the showers last. He had to take all the balls back and
arrange the next practice with the Ravenclaw captain. He took his
uniform off and put it in his locker after pulling his towel around
his shoulders. He was thankful to be the last one in the showers; he
would finally have the time to get himself off since Hermione’s
little stunt that morning…

Draco
wasn't sure why he couldn't bear the thought of having her again.
Maybe it was because of how he had taken her the first time. He just
couldn't bring himself to try again; he was too afraid he'd lose
control somehow and hurt her. It was too much already to be reminded
of what he had made of her first time.

He
entered the largest cubicle and turned on the showers. Putting one
hand on the wall and the other around his shaft, he closed his eyes
letting the water cascade over his shoulders as he stroked himself…

*

Hermione
had been waiting, sitting in one of the corners of the room. She
conjured one of her favourite books and charmed a silencing spell
around herself. Lately all the wandless magic she’d been
practicing was coming to her with ease. She guessed it was one of the
effects sex had on your body and mind. She’d read somewhere
that the more you indulge on the activity, the more your body
blossoms and it was a good therapy against stress.

Although
she didn’t think that it could all be true. She had definitely
started noticing more attention brought to her these past days, but
none from the boy that had been the object of her attentions.

After
a while the doors opened and the Slytherin team started to rush
through the room, turning on the showers and filling it with steam.
She placed a floating charm on her and tried to get as far away from
the steam as possible, as the slytherin team entered the change rooms
in a loud gush of voices; started to take their clothes off and wrap
towels around themselves to enter the showers. She tried to be as
polite as possible and put her head in her arms.

Of
course from time to time she would have to sneak peeks to see if
their obnoxious captain had arrived and then force her head down
again. She hadn’t thought through this part of her plan very
well, and she was only human after all. ‘Who
would have thought Quidditch could be so good for the body too?’

When
all the team had left and she was about to give up and crawl back to
her dorm, he finally entered through the door.

She
stayed as still as possible and saw him take off his clothes. Now
his
body was a sight…
she thought as the last slytherin exited the room.

She
sneaked into the cubicle before him and watched him close the door
and hang his towel there. She was behind his back when he turned the
showers on and the noise allowed her to charm off her clothes while
he concentrated on touching himself. She felt herself positively
drooling at the sight of him pleasuring himself, with water streaming
over his luscious body.

Still
covered by the cloak, she kneeled in front of him, watching him
stroke, eyes still closed. She had never seen him do that. She had
always been available to him when he needed release. Obviously he had
decided otherwise these last few days.

She
felt mesmerized by the view. She pushed the cloak off her head and
licked the tip of his shaft making him take a shallow breath. She
placed her hands on his hips and engulfed him with her mouth before
he could pull away.

She
traced her tongue around the head and switched between licking and
suckling, slowly, savouring the feel of him between her lips,
gradually taking in the velvety skin of his shaft. He had stopped
stroking so she took his hand off and travelled her tongue along his
length, all the way down and up again before taking him again. She
was starting to like the way he felt on her lips, it was an addictive
sensation to arouse him more and more and feeling him twitch right
beside her.

She
had read about it, but certainly never thought that’s how it
would feel. She felt empowered and wanting more of him with each lap.
If this is how he felt each time he did it to her, she was starting
to understand how he never seemed to want to stop.

She
started cupping his balls the way he liked and running her hands over
his thighs and pelvis as she continued moving her head back and
forth.

Hermione
tried taking him deeper in her mouth.

He
was still as a rock so she decided to start stroking him with her
hands as well. The cloak had fallen around her shoulder blades.

She
thought she could hear him whimper, but that couldn’t be it,
right? Draco didn’t whimper. He growled, moaned and gasped with
desire, and he certainly didn’t just stand there when he was
aroused, and she could see and taste and feel
just how aroused he was… 'Why
isn’t he doing anything?’
She had imagined that he would take a hold of her hair and guide her,
or pull her to him and take her roughly against the shower wall, or
at least thrust his hips forward to her.

But
his lack of reaction wouldn’t stop her, she had come for him
and she was going to have him. She
was dying to taste him.

She
felt him tense and make more unbearable sounds. She still couldn’t
understand why he was holding himself back. She could see his fists
turning white at his sides, and, well there he was, grunting again,
she knew he was close; it thrilled her even more, making her
ministrations all the more hasty, she felt him twitch and moments
later, felt his hot seed spill inside her mouth. It was so much it
almost spilled out from the corner of her lips.

It
was so arousing. She kept on stroking his shaft and licking him
clean. When she finished him, Hermione licked her hands, trying to
capture all of his drops. And when that was over, she started to
plant soft kisses on his skin, making her way up to his body,
nibbling through his stomach. He still tasted salty.

She
was caressing his arms and goading him to move. She traced her hands
down to his still strained fists and tried to lift them to her,
pulling them towards her body while showering him with kisses, as if
competing with the water around him. As she guided his hands towards
her neck and down her shoulders to her breasts, she finally felt him
release his tense demeanour and start moving them on his own, making
her gasp.

*

Draco
was having the wildest hallucination ever; he was watching and
feeling
Hermione’s mouth around him.

He
had been fantasizing about that exact thing before it started; at
first he had just felt her tongue on him. He opened his eyes to take
a deep breath and then, for a second, he couldn’t see his shaft
and, as it slowly came into vision, so did Hermione’s face,
engulfing him with her mouth. It was the most breathtaking sight he
had ever seen, and he had never really seen
her do that.

His
mind was playing with him in the most agonizing way. The worst of it
was that, when he opened his eyes, he couldn’t see anything but
her face. And the more he felt around him, the more he wouldn’t
see of himself. The water was shaping her body as it run, but he
still couldn’t see her
body…

He
could feel her tongue lapping at his shaft after moving his hand away
to the side. It was the most real
fantasy
he had ever had. He didn’t dare to move or try to touch her in
fear it would disappear. So he kept his hands in fists, trying not to
move and slowly, as if a veil was being lifted, he started to see
her glorious naked body.

As
the figment of his imagination started to make him feel the most
delicious things, he tensed all over and tried to be as quiet as he
could. He didn’t think he was succeeding; it was all so
unbearably pleasurable. And when he couldn’t hold any longer,
he came in her
mouth.
He saw his feverish vision lick him clean, and then start lapping at
her hands licking each of her fingers! He didn’t think he could
have imagined a sexier kitten than that!

He
was painfully waiting for the hallucination to be over when it
started to kiss him, and he could feel the butterfly kisses she was
giving him. His kitten was being so sweet with them as if she was
trying to sooth him.

It
was making him hard again. He hadn’t thought it possible, but
he didn’t really mind being wrong.

And
his kitten was goading him to touch her, caressing the back of his
hands against her skin. It felt so real. He slowly tried to open his
fists and caress her skin. And he discovered that he could.

Maybe
after this was over he’d end up in St Mungus but he frankly
didn’t give a – oh she was kissing him now and pulling
him close. The way Hermione did. He groaned. He could feel her
breasts make contact with his skin, her hands circling his neck. Her
hair, previously sheltered from the shower by his body, was starting
to get wet and so was she…

Draco,
after having resolved his epiphany about being able to touch her,
started to grope her in every place he could, making his kitten give
mewls of approval that were captured by his very anxious mouth.

He
started showering her with kisses. His were hungry and voracious
kisses, compared to the ones she had given him; he was frantic about
touching her, still terrified she’d disappear any moment. He
lifted her from the ground and clasped her legs around him while
pressing her against the wall.

He
needed to have her, all the pent up tension he’d undergone with
Hermione was making him crazy. All the things she’d told him in
Snape’s classroom, the way she writhed beneath him the night
before, her beautiful, beautiful sounds. Why couldn’t she
understand that he just couldn’t take her, not after being the
cause of so much of her pain? Maybe that was why the kitten was here.
Maybe it was a way for his brain to make him finally find release.
Who cared if he was going mad in the process?

He
didn’t care anymore. He was determined to have her. He couldn’t
hold himself any longer. He took everything he could from her, her
breasts, her waist, her hips; he captured her moans and made his
kisses deepen. She became just as frantic as he was and started
begging him to enter her. And when he did, he could swear he saw her
glow even more, as his kitten basked in the pleasure of having him.
He thought even her hair gave light! It was probably his feeble mind,
and not the kitten, that was making him see things. It had been so
long… He started to thrust into her with force and felt her
clutch at his shoulders and moan with pleasure. The kitten was
getting wild and desperate, urging him to go faster moaning his name
as she did so, just the way Hermione did.

Her
hair was growing wild. She was positively shining as he could feel
her walls close on him, milking his release as he came and could feel
the kitten following behind. He didn’t stop thrusting against
her as he knew now she wouldn’t last for long. She would
probably start disappearing the same way she had come to him.

But
she didn’t and just petted his hair as he rested on her
shoulder. He lowered her to the ground, both panting as he did so.
She was looking at him apparently unable to voice anything after
being so loud.

He
smiled affectionately at her and kissed her soft lips one more time.
He was about to say more when a voice interrupted him from outside.

“Hey
Malfoy! Are you still there?”

Draco
sighed and turned towards the voice, feeling the shower stop its flow
as it usually did. He wrapped the towel around him and went for the
door. He took hold of the lock and then turned one last glance
towards the now empty cubicle.

He’d
known she wouldn’t be there any more…

He
opened the door to face Goyle.

“Blimey
Draco, you look as if you'd flied all the way to London and back. I
thought practice was over an hour ago!”

*

Hermione
had quickly collected the invisibility cloak and draped it across her
naked body, hoping Draco would get rid of the intruder as soon as
possible. She had felt as if he had wanted to tell her something. She
couldn’t understand the last look of sadness Draco had given
her before exiting the cubicle, she’d find out later; something
was definitely amiss…

But
after the recent event, she was determined to have more of him again.
After all he owed her so many nights now…

*

Draco
had a very tiring day. By the time he hit his bed his nerves were on
edge. He had gotten used to look for Hermione when he was like this.
She used to relax him and listen to all his complains about the
stupidities his house made him deal with. She would always be
interested and always give out a handful of opinions that would
result in endless teasing from him.

He
couldn’t do that anymore. Every time he approached her or even
looked at her, he would get a raging hard on that would barely let
him walk.

And
so he kept his sulking to his bed, closed the curtains around his bed
and muttered a silencing spell to start with his recently formed
routine; masturbate.

He
was just about to unclasp the buttons of his pants when he felt her
again.

His
kitten materialized before his eyes, this time wearing one of
Hermione’s pyjamas on her. He groaned, taking her in his arms
this time with more confidence.

His
kitten was startled by his action. He smirked. “You’re
back…”

“Says
the boy who’s been avoiding me all week.” she said
between kisses.

“Now
kitten, you know I can’t have Hermione again. You wouldn’t
be here otherwise.”

“What
– are you – talking about?” Hermione said
interrupting his kisses.

“Draco
wh-” He covered her mouth again suddenly anxious of her taste.
He ripped her clothes off making her yelp in surprise.

“Merlin,
I need to have you. It’s been too long”, he said taking
a nipple inside his mouth, running his fingers through her curls and
neck one hand caressing her midriff.

“But
we just - this morning” Hermione said between gasps. He was
biting at her and she couldn’t make head or tail of what he was
saying. Did he really think she wasn’t Hermione? Who else would
she be? And why would he let anyone polyjuiced into her body in his
bed? But his talented fingers stopped any probable rage following
that thought, or any thought at all in fact.

“Hush,
kitten” he said and she obliged. She decided she’d let it
pass; it wasn’t the first time he didn’t make sense
during his trysts.

It
was like the first time, he was wild about her, grasping, touching,
nibbling and groping everything he could, telling her what to do to
increase the excitement. She’d missed the way he commanded her
like that.

When
they were finished they were tangled among the covers of his bed.
Still trying to catch their breaths he pulled her to him, and nuzzled
in her curls taking in her scent.

“Don’t
go yet.”

“…not
going anywhere.” she breathed.

“Good,
I want you to sleep with me.” Draco said, tucking her in his
bed and resting on top of her. Very close to her face, he was looking
at her as if studying her.

“mmm,
not afraid someone will catch us in the morning?”

“Hardly,
I doubt they’d get to see you any way.” he said as he
kissed the tip of her nose. “You’d probably disappear
like this morning.”

“Draco,
why do you think you are imagining me?” Hermione said with a
confused look on her face.

“I
don’t know kitten, I thought that it might be because I’m
going crazy, maybe I just want to have her so much that I created you
to help me bear the need.”

She
was looking at him with her brows furrowed. “But why can’t
you just have me?”

“Because
kitten, I don’t want to hurt her.”

“But
that’s exactly it, Draco you’ve never hurt me. Not even
in that alley. You couldn’t bring yourself to be vile even
then…”

“But
I did hurt you. I sent her to the hospital wing, she almost died
because of me” Draco was starting to get a slightly crazy glint
in his eyes… They had a different twinkle, like he knew it was
all a lie, but at the same time, he was fervently wishing that it
wouldn’t end. He looked… insane.

“No
Draco, you saved me. If it weren’t for you, I might indeed be
dead or worse!”

“But
kitten, it was my
fault she ended up there in the first place!”

Hermione
was growing frustrated, it was worst than her arguement with Harry.
Draco wouldn’t even acknowledge her as a person; he was
treating her like a delusion!

“Hush
it, kitten” he smiled at her, kissing her brows. “You’re
not going to convince me now.”

“But
Draco-” oh
for all that was sacred in this world not those
kisses again!

**//**//**//**//**

A/N:
Hello there guys! I don't think long A/N work so I’ll try to
keep it short:

I
edited almost all the story.

I
NEED to hear what you think about the changes (I tried to heed to the
suggestions you guys made on reviews)

I'm
asking you to be blatantly honest this time and tell me if you think
the extra stuff ruins it (no matter how harsh you are)

I
also need to know which ones are your favourite scenes, so I can try
and seek the muse that inspired them...

This
time I'm begging. PLEASE REVIEW! I'll give special treats to all
those who do (Meaning I'll answer individually to as many questions
as I possibly can, regarding the plot twists you've seen. All you
have to do is voice your opinion; tell me if you think Draco is too
OOC, if you'd like a certain situation to happen, if you are slightly
confused about what's going on with the characters or simply mention
the scene that you liked the most)

Thank
you very much for reading this.

Love

Di

A/N:
The thing about having two betas as wonderful as mines is that they
make me feel worst than some plagiarizing monster trying to take
credit for work that is not mine... I’ve been thinking about
changing my penname to Kath_and_Casey...

Well
there you have it... I hope you enjoy it and let us know what you
thought in a review.
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