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In Need of a Little Comfort	By : Monddame Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 45107 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sigh, I think I�m in love with Alan Rickman (not really, but still�I think he might be the real reason I like Mr. Severus so much), and I don�t care who knows it! It�s too bad it�s so hard to get residency in a foreign country without a good reason because I�m positive that I was meant to be a Brit. (Don�t worry, I�m fully aware of the non sequitur there�my mind skips steps in logic sometimes.) Alas�

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Waking up in her bed was a welcome change. The windows in Hermione�s room faced the east, and having forgotten to close the curtains in their ardor, the sunlight filling the room woke Draco earlier than usual, giving him some extra time. With a wicked smirk, he debated the best way to rouse the dozing brunette curled up next to him. Deciding to be bold, he gently eased her onto her back and nudged her legs apart, sighing in relief when she didn�t wake. Shaking slightly with his desperately contained mirth, he ducked under the covers and positioned himself between her legs. Blowing gently across her exposed pussy, his cock twitched when she moaned in her sleep. Forgoing all further pretenses, he buried his face between her thighs, drinking in the sweet smell that was solely hers as his tongue caressed her soft flesh. She nearly popped his ear drums when she slammed her thighs against his head as she jolted awake; but it was well worth it when she relaxed and let out the most deliciously erotic moan mere seconds later.

He continued to stroke her with his fingers as he ran his tongue up her body gradually emerging from under the covers. Shivering at the contact, she slid her fingers into his hair and tugged him up the rest of the way until she could seal her lips against his, writhing against him suggestively. Unable and certainly unwilling to resist the siren call of her undulating hips, Draco sank his throbbing length into her warm pussy with a groan of appreciation for being encased in her silky heat once more. After establishing a slow, steady rhythm, Draco pressed his lips fervently to hers, filling his kiss with as much affection as he could muster at the moment.

�Morning kitten.� His voice was husky from sleep and arousal, and at his words, she shivered again and her eyes slid closed in pleasure. Interesting.

He covered her with his body, his lips next to her ear, brushing softly against the auricle and flicking his tongue out to tease her skin while he whispered dirty things to her. She moaned and gasped at each naughty phrase and became so excited he thought he even heard her whisper �fuck� a couple of times under her breath as he shagged her leisurely. His wicked voice inflamed her beyond what his unhurried pace could satisfy and in her heightened state of arousal she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, begging and pleading with him.

�Faster! Oh Merlin�yes�harder, harder�fuck me harder.�

Panting heavily and continuing to encourage him onward, it wasn�t long before she stiffened in his arms for just a second before she let out a long, throaty moan and began trembling, her pussy contracting repeatedly around his cock as she came, taking him over the edge with her.

Falling to the side in an attempt not to crush her with his weight, Draco overestimated the distance to the edge of the bed and rolled off onto the cold floor landing right on his arse. He groaned in pain and embarrassment, hoping he could disappear if he just lay still enough. Desperately trying to stifle her giggles, Hermione crawled off the bed and straddled him, leaning forward to brush his hair out of his eyes.

�Are you hurt?� Real concern shone in her eyes, despite the still barely suppressed laughter in her voice, and it soothed his mortification a bit.

�Just my pride,� he winced as he moved to sit up, �And possibly my tailbone.�

�Well, I�d offer to kiss it all better, but I�m afraid we�ll be late to class if we head down that road again.� Her eyes were sparkling madly at him, and he couldn�t help but smirk at her as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders pressing her breasts against his chest, and he shivered as she whispered in his ear. �If I let you take a shower with me, will you promise to behave?�

Getting his legs under him, Draco wrapped an arm around her waist and held her tight as he heaved them up off the floor. Instinctually her legs wound around his hips as he began carrying her toward the bathroom.

�A Malfoy never makes promises he doesn�t intend to keep, Granger.� His voice dipped into his lower register as he murmured back into her ear, earning him his own delighted shiver from the petite brunette.

They showered at a pace alternating somewhere between languid and frenzied, taking every opportunity to brush up against each other, hurrying through the actual bathing before Draco pressed Hermione up against the cool tiles of the shower and buried himself inside her. It wasn�t until they were leaving their common room for the Great Hall that Hermione remembered it was the day of the Halloween dance. They agreed to meet back in their common room at seven to go down together.

While they weren�t late for class, Draco and Hermione barely made it down to the Great Hall to catch the last five minutes of breakfast, and didn�t bother to disguise the fact that they came in together. As he was piling eggs and toast onto his plate, famished from their various nighttime and subsequent morning activities, Draco glanced across the hall toward the Gryffindor table and froze, fork in midair at the sight. Unlike him, Hermione hadn�t put anything on her plate and was silently nibbling on a small, solitary piece of dry toast, gaze firmly fixed on the table in front of her looking suspiciously like she was about to cry. Widening the scope of his focus it became instantly clear why. Sitting stiffly next to her was a sour looking Harry Potter, alternately giving her a sad, disappointed look and ignoring her. Being quite intelligent, if he did say so himself, he quickly put two and two together and realized that whatever had upset Hermione must have something to do with the self righteous tosser she called her best mate.

With a quiet growl, Draco forced himself to eat a few mouthfuls of eggs and a piece of toast, despite having quite lost his appetite, and swore to himself he�d find out what had happened even if he had to pour Veritaserum down her throat to do it. He�d figure out what Potter had done to her and then make sure he never did it again. Git.

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She knew it was wrong, in a myriad of ways, to use sex with Draco as a distraction from her problems; especially when those problems were largely because of having sex with Draco. But the thought of Harry severing their friendship � and then, logically, Ron doing likewise, since he always sided with Harry � made her so wild with grief, she was actually a bit frightened at what she might do in her sorrow. Harry was the boy her heart had elected as her brother, and she loved him with all the depth and breadth that she did her parents, and with the same instinctual quality, too. The thought of losing him because of something she had done, something that was her fault, made her so wretchedly angry at herself and so despairing that she was beginning to understand the mindset necessary for self-harm.

So, she made the logical decision, though intensely fraught with emotion, to shake herself out of that deep pain, even if the best option was the most illogical choice of the thing that was upsetting Harry in the first place. And it worked. Because, sweet Circe in the sky, Draco knew exactly how to keep her solely focused on him and what he was doing to her body. Even just his presence next to her in her bed kept the inevitable nightmares about abandonment at bay. And thanks to his continued efforts, her pleasantly diverted good mood lasted until she parted from him in the Great Hall and turned to trudge toward the Gryffindor table like a condemned woman toward the gallows.

Thankfully, she and Draco had almost missed breakfast, so she only had to endure Harry�s silent censure for a few minutes before heading to class. And, surprisingly, it seemed he hadn�t told Ron or Ginny, both of whom greeted her warmly on her arrival. Of course, that only meant that she�d have to tell them later, which would without doubt refuel Harry�s umbrage to its initial fervor. She sighed, wondering if it were possible to pull Ginny aside and try to win her support before she had to tell Ron. It would be easier to deal with the boys if she had an ally instead of another antagonist.

Luck finally seemed to be with her when she spotted Ginny alone heading toward the Great Hall for lunch. Glancing around to make sure no one was about who would blab to Harry or Ron where the two girls had headed when they noticed them missing from lunch, Hermione softly approached the redhead and laid a gentle hand on her arm causing the girl to start violently.

�Merlin, Hermione! You nearly gave me heart attack! I didn�t even hear you come up.�

�Sorry, Gin. Can I talk to you for a minute? In private?� She hoped her pleading expression would be enough to coerce her friend into compliance without asking questions. Nimue only knew, Ginny could be as suspiciously inquisitive as herself when provoked.

�What about?� Her deep blue eyes were narrowed warily.

�Please Gin, I really need a friend right now.�

Blue eyes softened, but they didn�t lose their intensity as she studied the nervous brunette wringing her hands in front of her. With a sigh, she nodded and gestured for Hermione to lead the way. With her well-earned, intimate knowledge of the castle�s layout, she knew there weren�t many good options for a location likely to remain undisturbed in the immediate area, although it being lunch hour helped immensely; except she knew there was always the likelihood of some of the prefects running about getting last minute details finished for the dance. Leading Ginny into an empty classroom, Hermione pulled out her wand, casting a locking and silencing charm as well as setting a few wards to confuse anyone who might be thinking of entering and warning its occupants in case the confusion wasn�t enough to keep someone from still attempting to come in.

�I�m assuming that since you�re speaking with me and not Harry this has something to do with what happened at breakfast this morning.� Ginny settled onto the large desk at the front of the classroom, challenging Hermione with her eyes to deny the fact that the redhead wasn�t generally her first choice when she �needed a friend� unless it was a girl problem or involved Harry in some way.

�It does.� Hermione grimaced; she had hoped Harry�s behavior hadn�t been as noteworthy as it had seemed to her at the time. Apparently it had. �We had a row�and�and I�he�s very angry with me.�

Inwardly, Hermione cursed herself with the most colorful language she could think up. She hadn�t even started her confession yet and she was almost in tears. This didn�t bode well for the success of the conversation. It always amazed her though, even when she was barely holding herself together at the moment, how tears seemed to bring out instinctual reactions in people. They made her boys exceedingly awkward, torn between wanting to offer clumsy comforting and the desperate need to escape. With Ginny, they brought out the Molly Weasley in her and she slid off the desk to wrap her arms around the slender brunette.

�What did that stupid boy say to you now?� She sighed with exasperated affection as she brushed Hermione�s bushy hair back from her face in a motherly manner.

�That�s the thing Gin. He has every right to be angry this time.� Ginny gave her a look that clearly said she was willing to bet that whatever Hermione had done, Harry had still overreacted, as he was wont to do. Pulling her toward the desk, they both sat down and she gave the older girl a stern look.

�Tell me what happened.�

�Well�he�I�ve�done something, something he didn�t, doesn�t like. And he� oh gods, Ginny, I feel like my heart is breaking! He said he didn�t know if he could accept it! What if he decides he doesn�t want to be my friend anymore? I can�t lose him, Gin. I can�t lose Harry. He�s my best friend! He�s�he�s my brother. I�ll�I�ll die!� Hermione gave in to a rare bout of melodrama and slid off the desk onto her knees, her face buried in her palms as she sobbed in anguish at the thought of Harry willingly cutting himself out of her life, assuredly taking the rest of her friends with him.

�Merciful Merlin. Hermione, I�m sure it isn�t as bad as all that.�

�N-no Ginny, y-you didn�t s-see the way h-he l-looked at me. I think he h-h-hates me!�

Hermione gasped in shock as Ginny, kneeling next to her, gripped her shoulders firmly and gave her a strong shake, sparkling indignation burning in her eyes as they bore into her own brown orbs with an intensity that took her breath away.

�No, Hermione, Harry could never hate you. I know that and you know that, so don�t even think it. Harry loves you; he will always love you. So don�t doubt him like that.� With a sigh, she sat on the floor, leaning back against the desk, drawing Hermione back into her arms. �I�ll try to do whatever I can to help smooth things out �Mione, but you have to tell me everything so I know what to do.�

Of her three closest friends, Hermione knew that she had the most hope of acceptance from Ginny. She didn�t have the same history or innate sort of dislike for Draco that the boys had; but being a Weasley still made the subject of Malfoys in general a touchy one. With a fortifying breath, she drew on her Gryffindor reserves and barreled forward.

�Harry confronted me about�Malfoy.� She glanced at her friend and saw a bit of surprise, but not an instinctual flinch of anger. Encouraged, she continued. �Things have been�different between me and Malfoy this year�especially lately. And, and Harry wanted to know what was going on. I told him that we were friends�sort of. And�and� oh Ginny, I�ve slept with him!�

She held her breath waiting for the inevitable explosion. When it didn�t occur, she chanced a glance at Ginny�s face which was a wash of confusion and horror and had gone quite pale. Not a heartening sight.

�With�with Harry?� Ginny�s voice was barely a whisper, her face contorting as if she were in pain.

�What? With� Oh, Merlin, no, Ginny! No, not Harry. Malfoy!� A relieved smile broke out of the younger girl�s face.

�Oh sweet Hecate, you scared me for a minute there. Not that I think you would do that, but�� She blew out a breath and put a hand to her chest for a moment until her smile began to melt and she turned back to Hermione with stony eyes. �Wait, you slept with Malfoy?�

Hermione couldn�t speak, apprehension thick in her throat, so she settled for nodding.

�And you told Harry?!�

�Believe me, I didn�t mean to! It sort of�slipped out when we arguing.� They were silent for a moment, each trying to figure out what to say next. �I don�t think he would have reacted so badly if it had just been that, well maybe he would have, but�he likes me Gin. Draco likes me, and we�Merlin, I don�t know exactly what we�re doing, but whatever it is�the way he looks at me.� Her voice descended to a whisper, quavering as she struggled with confessing the words to her best girlfriend. �I think I�m falling for him, Ginny.�

They sat in silence once more; this time it stretched out for several long minutes before the thick, almost tangible quiet was swept away by the sound of Ginny�s sweet, musical laughter. Hermione�s head shot up in surprise.

�So that�s why he called me Ginny the other day! Merlin�s boots, I thought he�d finally lost his mind or something.� She looked over at Hermione with amused affection. �Well, if he can stifle his automatic impulse to insult all of us for your sake, I suppose he can�t be all bad. And he certainly isn�t hard to look at either. How true are all those rumors about him being a sex god?�

They spent the rest of their lunch hour giggling and comparing the wild myths to the reality that was Draco Malfoy, with a lot of blushing and vague details on Hermione�s part, of course. She was surprised, and not just a little relieved at how well Ginny had taken her confession. As their lunch hour was drawing to a close, the fiery redhead drew her into a tight hug and held on to her for a long moment before retreating to look her in the eye.

�I can tell by the way you talk about him that you trust Malfoy, and that�s good enough for me; especially if you can get him to behave himself.� Her smirk turned serious as she continued. �But, please, promise me you�ll be careful Hermione? You�re like my sister, and I don�t want to see you get hurt, especially if this somehow spills over into the war that�s coming.�

�I know. I-�

What was there to say, really? She could promise to be careful until the hippogriffs came home, but that wouldn�t keep her from being hurt when this ended, because, hell, she would already be hurt if it ended. But that didn�t stop the rest of what Ginny said from sending a cold shiver down her spine. She didn�t really know where Draco stood anymore. He was reluctant, certainly, but he still seemed to be in the service of Voldemort despite his hesitancy. And what if nothing else changed and one day they were forced to face off on opposing sides of a battle? Could she see him as the enemy? Could she allow him to be put in harm�s way? Could she harm him herself if it were necessary? If she had to choose on the field between helping Harry and saving Draco, could she make such a choice? What little hope Ginny�s acceptance had made bloom inside her chest withered once more under such terrifying possibilities.

�I�ll do my best Gin.�

�Well, I suppose that�s all I can ask for. Now,� a mischievous glint entered the redhead�s eye that strongly reminded Hermione of that summer spent with George and Fred. �I take it Harry knows already, but Ron doesn�t? It�s time for a plan, �Mione.�

Ginny agreed that telling Ron sooner rather than later was the best idea, because it certainly wouldn�t help if he was angry about being left in the dark or finding out on accident in addition to whatever his reaction to Hermione�s news would be. The plan was for Ginny to send Ron to the Room of Requirement after classes were over where Hermione would tell him while Ginny kept Harry away, hoping that being deprived of the amplifier of Harry�s anger Ron wouldn�t react too�explosively. If his reaction was as expected, Hermione would probably hide in her room over the weekend, distraught over upsetting her two best friends while Ginny would use every argument she could think of in order to bring the boys around. The girls estimated that even with Ginny�s covert insider role the boys would probably be quite angry at least a few days beyond that before they were ready for the inevitable conversation that turned into an argument in which Harry and Ron would be cowed by guilt at not trusting and thus hurting her into a begrudging truce, of sorts.

Honestly, it wasn�t a very good plan. Rather, it was really just realizing the pattern that these sorts of disagreements seemed to follow with her rather thick-headed mates. Having a plan didn�t help Hermione�s mood much when it still included alienation from her friends. Especially when she couldn�t really fill the time by spending it with Draco, since he had his own friends and duties and so forth to deal with. But even though she knew the outcome would be unsavory, she needed to tell Ron before Harry did; if he hadn�t already.

*

The senile old Mediwitch had practically thrown her out of the Infirmary earlier in the week when she�d returned for her third Pepper-Up in as many days saying that no one as healthy as she was needed to be ingesting so many potions in so short a span.

Stupid, batty old band-aid slinger! Now that they�d finally reached the day of the dance she was in desperate need of a calming draught and strongly considered just sneaking her way into the potion stores in the Infirmary and stealing one. Large holes were beginning to appear in her plan and she was starting to panic just a little. She really hadn�t thought this out very well, and her very deeply buried Gryffindor side was showing through in her rash, overeager, impatient need for revenge (except the revenge part, bloody nancy-lions probably didn�t even understand the concept).

The thing was, when you�re raised with belittlement as a constant companion, you learn to act first, to get first blood to protect yourself. And an attack quick as a snake bite didn�t leave much room for careful planning.

She knew she wasn�t the smartest or the kindest, the bravest, the most cunning, the most beautiful or graceful, the most outgoing or the most creative. She wasn�t the wealthiest or the most liked. She wasn�t the �most� anything. In fact, when she allowed herself to think about it � which she tried desperately not to do very often � she couldn�t find a single thing about herself that she liked, not one. And there had never been another person in her life to challenge that view, either.

But that didn�t mean that she wasn�t still hurt when someone else confirmed her worthlessness. She buried the pain beneath her anger; but deep down, all she really wanted from him was an apology and recognition that the things he had said and done to her had been cruel and hurtful.

Bloody Baron with a pointed stick, she was turning into a fucking Hufflepuff! She grimaced as she made her way down to the dungeon, deciding to skip her afternoon classes knowing that there�d be a number of students skiving off because of the dance. She needed to finish this thing and get far, far away from the obnoxious, dim, charming Gryffindor before he completely destroyed the functioning parts of her brain.

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A/N: These past few days haven�t seen a lot of �In Need�� activity (sorry the pace seems to be set a two weeks/chapter, I don�t like it either), but my �Story Ideas� document has just had a huge surge! I don�t like writing too many stories at once b/c it makes it seem less likely that I�ll finish them, but I can�t wait to take up these new ideas; some of them are pretty exciting, if I do say so myself. Thanks again for all your brilliant reviews, without them I would almost certainly never finish anything!

Harlot: Yes, Hermione�s big ol� brain tends to get in the way. And I won�t confirm/deny your suspicions, but if you go back and read just the last bit in each chapter, I think you�ll know. I�m actually a bit surprised (pleasantly so) that it isn�t obvious who the third narrator is. I guess I�m a bit better at mystery than I thought! (Or just horribly unclear, but I prefer to be optimistic in this instance!) Thanks for your thoughts!!!
angeles: Thanks!
LadyMalfoy: Thanks so much for your encouragement! I didn�t actually start out thinking that Hermione�s argument with Harry was going to be that bad, and I just couldn�t leave her in that state. I think it nicely illustrated further that, at heart, Draco is of the good sort.
Hermione_Malfoy: I know, Harry was mean. Sorry. I honestly didn�t mean for that to happen, but it�s necessary in my plot web. I�m reluctant to lend Draco out. He always comes back all banged up. (haha, oh, what a terrible pun) ;P
HarryGinny4eva: No worries! I myself am a pretty terrible reviewer (I�m trying to be better, though, promise), so I don�t expect anyone else to overly devoted to me. So, nothing to forgive! Your �hopes� will all be addressed in time. And I hope you�ll be pleased! Thank YOU!
margaritama: I promise, at some point it will become painfully clear (possibly the next chapter). If you go back and read just the last bits all in a row, it might help. There are little clues here and there that definitely narrow down the options at any rate. Oh, I just read the bit in chapter seven again. Maybe you�re confused because she�s alternating talking about two different guys. In trying to keep the mystery, I�m afraid I sometimes only succeed in making it incomprehensible. Sorry!
Sarah Whitman: Alas, no further thoughts. Oh well, I appreciate your review as a vote of confidence, anyway. Plus, the fact that you have thoughts about it at all is quite pleasing. Thanks for reading!
jillianspuzzlebox: I know, Harry is such a hypocrite sometimes (usually when it comes to Draco, in fact). Don�t worry, I won�t allow him to ruin things. And the Slytherins should be making another appearance fairly soon!
koolgirl18: Thanks so much!! What a flattering review. I don�t think there is a lot of character/situation support for this story�s kind of Draco, which is why he�s so rarely found, I�d imagine. But I�ve very glad that you�re enjoying him (he is rather gallant, isn�t he?).
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