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Tussle	By : Ravengirl7 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 31456 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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It was the night before the students were to leave for the Christmas Holidays. Seamus Finnegan was sneaking back to Gryffindor tower from a late night visit to the kitchens when he heard a girl squeal in surprise. Some first year had probably gotten too close to the trick suit of armor in the next corridor that would grab the back of your robe if you got too close to it. Seamus smiled and shook his head as he went toward the noise. It wouldn�t do to leave the poor lass stuck until some prefect caught her out of bed.

As he rounded the corner he heard the girl squeal again, this time accompanied by some bloke swearing his head off.

�Bugger it! That burned!�

Seamus was nearly startled into dropping his tray of food when Hermione Granger suddenly tumbled out from behind a nearby statue. She was breathing heavily and looked like she was about to commit murder. When she saw Seamus, she sighed irritably and rolled her eyes.

�Seamus? What on earth are you doing?�

He eyed her warily. To tell the truth he had tried to avoid Hermione lately. The situation with Ron made her seem� a few knuts short of a sickle.

�Tell Finnegan to fuck off!� commanded a voice with a familiar disdainful tone.

Seamus� eyes widened. If Hermione was on patrol, then the bloke behind the statue was�

�Is that� Malfoy back there?� Seamus said incredulously.

Hermione all of a sudden looked completely panicked and Malfoy resumed using some choice words. To Hermione�s surprise Seamus started laughing heartily.

�Jeeze �Mione, sounds like you hexed him good!�

Hermione shook her head in confusion. �What? Oh yeah.�

�Need any help?�

�No!� she said sharply, �No I think I�ve got things handled.�

Chuckling, Seamus turned to go back to Gryffindor tower. As the sound of his footsteps faded away down the hall, Draco peaked out from behind the statue.

�Is he gone?�

�I think so.�

�Good,� said Draco as he tugged Hermione back into the shadows. �I wasn�t finished yet.�

***

�It was hilarious!� Seamus declared after sharing with the other sixth year boys what had just happened by the kitchens. �I hope she leaves him in a leg locker curse down there and no one finds him until the holiday is over!�

Neville smiled, �That girl is brilliant.�

Ron scoffed around a mouthful of cake, �Not that brilliant, or she wouldn�t be partnered with him in the first place.�

�Well she�d rather be partnered with a Slytherin than you Weasly,� Seamus said scathingly.

Ron�s cheeks went pink and Harry had to put a hand on his shoulder.

�She was alright though?� Harry inquired.

�A little out of breath but otherwise she seemed fine.�

Seamus leaned in conspiratorially. �You know, when I first ran into her, I thought she was with her mystery bloke.�

�Do we know for sure it�s a bloke? Maybe it�s another girl,� Dean said wriggling his eyebrows.

�Oh no,� Harry said confidently, �Hermione fancies blokes.�

�How do you know?� Dean scoffed, �Have you snogged her?�

�No,� said Harry smoothly, �but Ron has.�

Ron sprayed the cake in his mouth all over his pajamas. �Oh fuck you mate! It was one time!�

�Yeah, for like three hours!� Harry crowed.

The other boys all started to laugh hysterically at Ron�s outrage.

�Fred is a liar Harry! It was fifteen minutes at the most! And there was whiskey involved!�

Ron sullenly brushed crumbs off himself as they continued to laugh.

�I�m going to go see if Lavender�s still up,� he grumbled as he stormed out.

Neville shook his head and opened a Butterbeer.

�Do you really have no clue who she�s seeing Harry?�

Harry�s brow furrowed. �I don�t,� he admitted, �she�s being real secretive about it.�

�Maybe he�s ugly.� Dean suggested.

�Yeah, or stupid!� Seamus joked.

�Maybe it�s a Slytherin,� Neville said seriously. The other three boys looked at him as if he was insane.

�Merlin! I was joking!�

***

The next morning Hermione was walking up the snowy path from Hogsmeade to the castle after saying goodbye to Harry. The train had just left, and it would be two weeks before the other students returned.

Not many students remained at Hogwarts this year. Hermione�s parents were on holiday and she had originally planned on staying at The Burrow with Ron and Harry but� as much as she liked the Weasley�s it didn�t feel right to stay in their home while she still refused to speak to their son.

Draco was also staying at the castle for the holidays and Hermione felt rather anxious about it. They could spend as much time as they wanted together without any chance of interruption, which might be a problem.

Draco had become steadily more amorous lately and it was getting harder to refuse when he suggested they become more intimate. It wasn�t that Hermione didn�t want to have sex with Draco, because she definitely did. Something inside her just balked at Draco being the first person she had sex with. Snogging and touching was one thing, but losing you virginity was something you could only do once� did she really want it to be with Malfoy? She wasn�t sure how long this physical relationship with him would last, but they certainly didn�t have a future together. It seemed like a waste.

Hermione arrived at the castle, but despite the cold she sat on a stone bench in the courtyard to think.

It was so difficult, when she and Draco were together, for her to keep her head. She wanted him so desperately she was afraid of what she might do one day in the heat of the moment.

It wasn�t that she wasn�t prepared; after her seventeenth birthday she has started taking the contraceptive potion. Although Draco wasn�t the boy she�d had in mind when she started taking it.

What if she and Ron did end up together? What would he think if he found out that Hermione had already slept with someone else? She sighed. That was a silly question; he�d be hurt and he�d lose his temper.

On the other hand, what if she waited for him� but he didn�t wait for her? She honestly had no clue what Ron and Lavender did together physically and she didn�t want to know. The thought of Ron having his first time with Lavender Brown while Hermione remained abstinent made her feel like hitting something.

And what if she waited for Ron, and nothing ever happened between them. What if she waited for
nothing?

Hermione started feeling depressed with this line of thinking. It was the holidays, she should be happy. She wouldn�t have to deal with Ron�s sulking for two whole weeks. There was also so much reading to get started on for next term. Even though it seemed perverse to her fellow students, Hermione got a lot of satisfaction out of being ahead in her classes.

She was almost to the castle when another student came out of the front doors. There was no one around, so she allowed herself to smile when she saw it was Malfoy.

�Potter and Weasel gone then?� he said cheerfully.

�Yes, the train left half an hour ago.�

The hoods on both of their cloaks were up so no one looking down from the windows would have been able to tell whom the two students talking in the courtyard were. Draco slid his hands into her cloak and around her waist.

�Two whole weeks with no Prefect duties, no classes, and no meddling Gryffindors�what on earth will we do to keep busy?� He murmured.

Hermione closed her eyes as he leaned close.

�Shall we go inside and warm up?� she whispered.

The moment she suggested it Draco took her hand and pulled her into the castle. They ducked into an unused office nearby and used their wands to lock the door. Hermione unfastened Draco�s cloak and shoved it off his shoulders. They kissed hastily, letting their tongues slide together. Thanks to Draco�s busy hands, Hermione�s cloak joined his on the floor. He backed her up into the desk that dominated the small room and lifted her so she sat on top of it.

Hermione peeled her shirt off as Draco swiftly unhooked her bra. Pulling it off, he began to lavish attention on her breasts. Hermione smiled and arched her back as she held onto his shoulders. It had been cold outside, but her body was rapidly heating up.

Draco was squeezing her rather roughly, but Hermione had discovered that she enjoyed that sort of thing. He lightly ran his teeth over a nipple and Hermione groaned. Draco�s hand reached down to undo the button on her jeans and pull down the zipper. Not bothering to remove them, he let his hand dive inside. He slid two of his long fingers inside of her. Hermione gasped, wincing slightly at the sudden intrusion, and spread her legs wider.

Draco chuckled. �Granger, if you think two fingers is a lot�� He trailed off his eyes smoldering. Hermione gulped. From what she knew about the male anatomy Draco was deemed pleasantly sized, not monstrous. Still, part of her had no idea, if she decided to take that step, how he was supposed to fit. Logically she knew children were capable of coming out so surely he was capable of going in�

Draco slid his fingers in firmly and quickly into her and Hermione gasped.

�It�s not polite to think so much when someone is trying to make you cum,� he said seriously.

He continued to pleasure her mercilessly until her thighs clenched around his hand and her head tipped back with a delighted moan. She lay back on the cool wood of the desk and Draco hopped up to sit next to her. Her worries temporarily gone, Hermione smiled and lazily started running her hand over his still clothed erection.

Draco made an approving noise in his throat as Hermione teased him. Knowing he would enjoy the view, she slowly kicked her pants off so she was completely naked. There was something very erotic about not wearing a stitch while he sat next to her completely clothed.

Draco�s eyes darkened as he took in her naked form splayed out on the desk.

�I want to bend you over this desk and shag the curl out of your hair,� he said quietly.

Hermione groaned at the suggestion. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to pull him down on top of her and have a go at it. The only thing that stopped her was the little ball of nerves and apprehension in her chest.

Seeing her hesitation Draco started to caress her breasts, more gently this time, making her body ache again. He teased her nipples back to stiffness with gentle pinches and tugs.

�You know you�d love it,� he said silkily. Hermione�s legs had spread of their own accord and the ache between her legs was becoming louder than the fearful voice of caution. This was no good; she was losing the ability to think. She opened Draco�s pants and began stroking him. Oh, she wanted him inside her. She looked up at his face.

There was this confident look about him, as if he had her where he wanted her. A flash of irritation cleared her mind. The prick thought he was going to fuck her did he?

Hermione suddenly rolled over onto her side bringing her face very close to his erection. The confident look fled Malfoy�s face and he suddenly looked apprehensive. Locking eyes with him, she slowly leaned in and licked it, dragging her tongue slowly up the side.

�Oh fuck,� Draco groaned, his eyes rolling back into his head. Hermione licked him slowly, paying special attention to the tip. His hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly, breathing heavily.

Hermione smiled to herself. Who was in control now? She slid her mouth over him and a shiver ran down his spine. She caressed him with her tongue, moving her head slowly up and down. What she couldn�t put in her mouth she stroked with her hand.

She felt his hand slide through her hair to hold it out of the way. Hermione was pleased to find that she was enjoying herself. It was rather arousing to have this kind of hold over him. After only a few minutes of sucking, she began to recognize the telltale signs that he was about to climax.

He muttered incomprehensibly as he began to pump his hips gently. Finally, he gave a strangled groan as he climaxed. Hermione swallowed, since it seemed the least messy thing to do. It was not unpleasant.

Draco collapsed on the desk beside her. Slipping his hand between her legs, he slid his fingers over her very wet slit. It didn�t take Hermione long to finish a second time.

Draco smiled; Hermione really adored it when he smiled. It wasn�t his usual self-important smirk, but a real smile of enjoyment. She found it very endearing. They lay in silence together for a while.

�And I thought this was going to be a dreary holiday,� he said. �Even at the beginning of this year I knew I�d be here for the Holidays.� His eyes seemed far away and Hermione could tell he was thinking of his parents again. He frowned slightly.

�I got a letter from my father today. They let him send a note for Christmas and all that. Apparently Azkaban is much improved since the Dementors deserted it.�

Hermione nodded, she didn�t really give a fig for Lucius� comfort, but she didn�t say so.

�He doesn�t approve of me �cowering at school�, as he puts it.�

Hermione rolled her eyes. At least Draco�s mother had the sense to put their safety before family pride. �Well what does he expect you to do?�

�He thinks the safest route is to seek forgiveness, or rather, for me to seek it on his behalf.�

�From the Ministry?�

�No, the other one.�

Hermione wasn�t sure what to say, �You disagree?�

He cocked an eyebrow, �Would you place your trust in a man who styles himself, �The Dark Lord�?�

�Fair enough.�

�Dumbledore may be a muggle lover, but at least he�s honorable.�

Hermione huffed; sometimes Draco forgot whom he was talking to. Searching for a change of subject he asked, �So, fear of death and a depressingly empty manor are my excuses; what are yours?�

Starting to feel a little chilled, Hermione reached for some of her clothes. �Well, I had planned on staying with Ron and Harry for Christmas,� Draco made a disgusted face. �But,� continued Hermione, �It seems like a faux pas to stay at someone�s home during such a festive time when you want to murder their son.�

Draco winced, �You and Potter should know better than to impose yourselves on the impoverished. It�s insensitive.�

Hermione made a face at him before pulling her shirt back over her head. �You are such an ass!�

�Me?! The holidays are a time when we should help the less fortunate, not make them feed an extra two people for a fortnight. I�m disappointed in you. Where�s all that Gryffindor nobility?�

Shaking her head but unable to stop herself from smiling, Hermione handed Malfoy his cloak as they unlocked the door to leave.

�Your right Malfoy, it�s terribly insensitive of me.�

***

Three days later, it was Christmas Eve. All of the Professors and students who had stayed at Hogwarts for the Holiday were gathering in the Great Hall for dinner. Draco had arrived a bit early and taken a seat near the foot of the table. The only Professors remaining this year, aside from the headmaster, were McGonagall and Snape. There was a smattering of younger students, a few from each house, and of course Hermione.

The large chair at the head of the table was left vacant for Dumbledore, and the chairs on either side for the two Professors. The other students slowly filed in, taking seats toward the middle of the table.

Professor Dumbledore appeared and sat at the head of the table, wearing metallic gold robes. Draco noticed that his right sleeve was slightly longer to cover his blackened hand. Draco didn�t recognize the spell causing the disfigurement, but it must have been a powerful curse if neither Dumbledore, or any of the Professors hadn�t cured it by now. Professor McGonagall sat at Dumbledore�s left, wearing deep red robes. Professor Snape, on his other side, wore his usual back.

The younger students seemed a bit daunted by the company. There was a delightful moment where a dismayed first year had to choose between sitting across from Draco or next to McGonagall. It was then that Hermione arrived. She gently urged the girl over to sit next to the Head of Gryffindor, and then took the chair across from Draco. The other students seemed in awe of her courage.

Draco was once again distracted by her robes. They were silver today, accented with green velvet ribbon around her waist, which she also wore in her hair. There was something very satisfying about seeing her wear his house colors.

�Interesting choice of color,� he said quietly with a smirk.

�They are Christmas colors,� she said firmly. �You could wear red you know,� she added glancing at his robes, which were black with gold trim.

Draco looked disgusted. �Malfoys do not ever wear red.�

Hermione snorted and struggled not to smile.

Draco leaned in conspiratorially. �I�ve thought of something interesting for us to do tonight,� he said quietly.

***

Professor Snape wanted nothing more than to return to his office. He preferred solitude to this awkward dinner. He would have returned home for the break if Dumbledore hadn�t needed him to brew the potion that was keeping him in good health. Minerva no doubt had better places to be, but she also felt she should stay at the school with Dumbledore.

Snape frowned as he glanced at the foot of the table. He had expected Draco and Hermione to remain in frosty silence but, unless he was hallucinating, they seemed to be conversing in a civilized manner.

He glanced over at Minerva, who was also looking at the two sixth years with a frown. No doubt, Dumbledore was delighted that they were being so pleasant. Severus however was simply suspicious. One or both of them were up to something, but no scenario he thought up made any sense. Maybe it was nothing. Perhaps patrolling together had taught them how to behave civilly toward each other. He saw a smile briefly flicker over Hermione�s face.
Exasperated, Severus returned to his dinner. He was going to have to have another chat with Draco.

***

After dinner, Draco cautiously led Hermione through the dungeons. They stopped in front of an unremarkable section of wall. Hermione looked around nervously.

�Are you sure this is a good idea?�

�Everyone else is still at dinner, and besides, all my roommates left for the holiday so my room will be empty.�

Hermione couldn�t deny that she was intrigued at the idea of seeing the Slytherin common room. Draco muttered the password and a section of the wall opened up. He gave her the signal it was safe and Hermione slipped in behind him.

Hermione raised her eyebrows. It was definitely more elegant than the comfortable Gryffindor common room. The hangings and furniture were mostly green, and there was a very large fireplace to keep the room warm. A wrought iron chandelier hung from the low ceiling.

Draco took a peek up a nearby staircase and then took her hand, helping her up behind him. They passed several doors before Draco opened one and ushered her in.

The room was mostly bare, since all the other Slytherin boys had taken their things with them. Of the five beds in the room, only the one on the far end still had a trunk at the foot. Hermione was surprised to see small stained glass windows set high into the walls.

Draco kicked his shoes off and flopped onto his bed. Hermione leaned against one of the bedposts as he gazed lustily up at her.

�I think I like this dress better,� he confided. Hermione sat next to him and leaned in to kiss him. The kiss was slow and gentle at first, but quickly became more heated. Before she knew it Hermione was on her back with Draco settling in on top of her. His mouth ravaged her neck as he tugged her robes up.

He slid his hand between them, unfastening his own robes, casting them onto the floor. He slid his hands up her legs and hooked his fingers in her knickers. As he pulled them down Hermione felt the little ball of panic in her chest again. He settled himself between her legs and she felt his erection brush against her bare slit. Hermione whimpered and pulled his face up to look at her.

�Draco, I can�t,� she pleaded.

His eyes were burning with want. He leaned forward kissing her so warmly she melted. He brushed against her again and she broke the kiss, burying her face in his shoulder. She didn�t think she had the self control to refuse him again. She clutched at him in distress.

Draco growled, �Oh fuck!� Hermione felt cool air hit her body as he lifted himself up. He forcefully grabbed her behind the knees and pushed her legs up. Hermione was frozen with shock as he pushed her robe up higher and then moved so that his face was level with her ohmygoodenss!

He had to keep a strong grip on her hips to keep her still. She felt his tongue run up her thigh to her slit and she clutched the blankets. She moaned loudly as he sucked on her sensitive nub. Never had she ever imagined something feeling like this. He slid a finger inside her and she tossed her head to the side. Grinning, he pulled his face back and blew on her. She sighed; bucking her hips impatiently as he easily added another finger.

He leaned back in, his tongue going at her with no mercy. He pumped his fingers in and out of her rapidly, driving her over the edge. Hermione nearly screamed with her release, and then slumped, her whole body having turned into jelly. She felt Draco lift her slightly to get her under the blankets. She reached out to touch him, and finding his face leaned in to kiss him. She could feel the smile on his lips.

�I�ll be right back,� he said. Hermione had fallen asleep before he did.

***

The next morning Draco sat up in bed watching Hermione doze beside him. The night before hadn�t exactly gone like he had planned it. He desire to shag her was borderline desperation. He had fully intended on completing the deed the night before, but he couldn�t do it. The way she had looked at him, like she was terrified, had shoved aside every argument he had thought up to continue pressuring her.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose. Never in a million years would he have imagined that one day he�d put the desires of Hermione Granger before his own. What was happening to him?

He glanced at his watch on the bedside table. He had been awake for some time now, and was tired of waiting for it to be a �decent� hour before he woke her up. He leaned over her and dropped a kiss on her neck. �Hermione,� he whispered.

She didn�t react. Frowning he nibbled her ear. Still nothing. So much for the subtle approach. He slid his hand under the blankets and slowly moved it over her bottom. Nearly giggling with anticipation, he drew his hand back and gave her bottom a firm smack. Her eyes popped open as she jumped awake.

�What?� Her eyes landed on his smiling face and then narrowed. She slumped grouchily back onto the pillows. �That is not an appropriate way to wake someone.� She groaned, �What time is it?�

�Six �o clock,� he said cheerfully as he hopped out of bed.

�Six!� She cried out in dismay.

�But there are presents!� He said as he pulled on a pair of pants and a sweater.

�You are such a child!�

Hermione slid from the bed, apparently her own gifts were back in her room. Draco pulled a plain cloak from his wardrobe and handed it too her.

�I should get back to the tower,� Hermione said sheepishly, pulling the cloak over her disheveled dress.

He slid an arm around her waist, and guided her through the common room to the door.

Draco seemed uncharacteristically nervous. �I erm� got you something.� He said hesitantly. �It should be with your other gifts.�

Hermione smiled and leaned up to kiss him. �Thank you, I hope you like your present too.�

When she had gone, Draco dashed back up the stairs to root through the gifts from his friends to find the one from Hermione. It was a small black box tied with a red ribbon. The giver wasn�t identified but he recognized the handwriting immediately.

He untied the ribbon and lifted the lid. Nestled in the box was a small silver griffin paperweight. The little note with it described an incantation the owner could use and the griffin would actually guard whatever it was placed on. Draco guessed from the handwritten instructions that Hermione had purchased the little statue, but enchanted it herself. He smiled, placing it on his nightstand.

***

In the Gryffindor common room, Hermione was opening a small black box of her own. Nestled in it was a gold hair clip in the shape of a phoenix. Nestled under it was a small note.
You don�t buy yourself enough pretty things. Happy Christmas.

***

It was the day before term started, and Hermione was on the platform as the Hogwarts Express pulled up. Harry was one of the first people off the train and she hugged him affectionately.

�Did you have a good Christmas Hermione?� he asked.

�Oh I� accomplished a lot.� She said hesitantly. She bent to pick up Hedwig�s cage and Harry noticed a glint in her hair.

�Wow �Mione, is that a Christmas gift?�

�Oh,� she said touching the phoenix clip, �Yeah.� She blushed and Harry immediately caught on.

�Ohhh it�s from him eh?� Harry questioned. Hermione just waved her hand as if it weren�t important and Harry was more curious than ever. Who could it be? And why would Hermione keep it from him? He thought of the Marauder�s Map in his trunk. No, it wouldn�t be right to spy on Hermione� but if maybe he looked at it every now and then and happened to notice her with a certain bloke frequently� well that would just be an accident, right?
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