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Peace in the Darkness	By : UpTheHill Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 19334 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own any of the characters nor the setting from the Harry Potter world. There are plot details that are not mine either. I make no profit out of this story in any way as I am writing for my personal enjoyment.

Chapter List
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Chapter 8: Roasted Chestnuts
Draco merely couldn’t resist. It had been a couple of weeks since he made the girl climax, so he had to hear those moans again, just to make sure that nothing changed, that Draco-Hermione was definitely going on.
And he indeed succeeded. The Gryffindor was melting in his arms, jerking her hips along with every Draco’s touch, pressing her drenched cleft upon his face. Once, when Draco began stimulating the girl both with his tongue and fingers, Hermione involuntarily hit her heel which laid on his back so hard that it left a little light bruise on his side. But this only made him feel pleased. Who would have believed that Hermione Granger could let a Slytherin boy get underneath her skirt and make her moan in the Hogwarts library in the middle of a day? Although Draco didn’t really give her a choice, did he?
“You’ve been avoiding me,” reported Pansy Parkinson when Draco was ignoring her attempt to cuddle with him, as they were sitting in the Slytherin Common room.
“No,” he said coldly without raising eyes from his Transfiguration essay.
“Yes, you have.”
Pansy retreated, folded her arms across her chest and looked away.
“It’s been months, Draco,” she said. “I understand there are things you cannot share with me, but I thought you cared enough to remain close after what we’ve been through.”
Pansy annoyed Draco a little. He knew she had feelings for him and expected him to show some consideration, but at the same time she secretly recognized Draco as the one who was out of her league. Many would probably think Pansy is the perfect pairing for Malfoy, but he disagreed. Draco was learning more and more about who he is every year, and thus realized that Parkinson’s and his values slightly differed. All she wanted was to gain; all he wanted was to protect things he already had.
Draco stayed in the Common room until very late, trying to catch up with all his homework. Only Pansy stayed with him too; both of them were allowed since both were prefects.
When Malfoy’s eyes began feeling rather droopy and difficult to keep focused, he stood up, collected his stuff and headed towards the boy’s dormitory.
“Wait!” bellowed Pansy, and Draco had no other choice but to turn around. She was sitting there on the sofa with her legs partly underneath her. “Stay,” she muttered and began slowly unbuttoning her shirt.
Draco stared at Pansy’s chest being revealed bit by bit. She was desperate for his attention and was fishing for it in ways many girls wouldn’t. Perhaps Draco longed for something more and Pansy didn’t offer enough. And besides, he was perfectly happy with having Hermione to snog, although he couldn’t tell Pansy about it, of course; not only because this would be dangerous for many reasons, but also because Draco never promised anything to Parkinson, so he wasn’t obliged to reveal his secrets to her.
Pansy was now sitting still, her shirt wide open, her back arched so that her breasts would pop out more.
Draco raised his eyes from the girl’s chest back to her face. Her seductive gaze was very inviting, but his heart protested.
“Goodnight, Parkinson” said Draco indifferently, swung on his heel and disappeared in the dark corridor that led to the boy’s dormitory.
Speaking of annoying people… the Scarhead haven’t cut following Draco; in fact, he began stalking him even more frequently now. It made Draco feel more anxious and irritated, and he wasn’t very successful at not letting his anger out on other people.
This, again, caught Potter’s attention. During the first Apparition lesson Potter sneaked behind Draco and his friends to spy on them.
“I tell my friends what I’m up to if I want them to look out after me,” said Potter to him after he overheard him arguing with Crabbe, as Draco couldn’t explain to his friend why his secret plan wasn’t working yet.
The problem was that Draco literally couldn’t explain why his plan wasn’t working. He was pretty sure the bottle of poisoned mead was now in Slughorn’s possession, but why hasn’t it already been delivered to the final recipient, Albus Dumbledore? Or maybe it has, it’s just that Dumbledore didn’t feel like having some delicious mead yet?
It was the morning of March 1^st. The Hogsmeade trip was supposed to happen today, but they remained cancelled since that Katie Bell girl got cursed by a necklace. Of course, it was Draco’s fault; that particular plan to assassinate the Hogwarts headmaster produced negative success, but Draco hoped his current tactic wouldn’t result in the worst case scenario. The Vanishing Cabinet project still wasn’t going well, but he had several more months, perhaps it would work out eventually. Because it wasn’t like Malfoy could come up to Dumbledore’s office and Avada Kedavra the old man; Draco tried in every way possible to avoid killing the headmaster directly with his wand.
The Slytherin woke up extra early today. The stress was driving him mad, so he decided to sneak into the Prefect’s bathroom in the fifth floor and have a nice bath to reduce the tension. Prefects would hardly go to use the bath this early in the morning, which assured Draco privacy and solitude.
The hallways were empty and quiet; he didn’t even hear Peeves’ songs echoing from random parts of the castle. The sun was halfway up, so the corridors were drowning in a peaceful, dim light.
Draco approached the door to the bathroom.
“Roasted Chestnuts,” he muttered the password under his nose and opened the door very silently so that Filch wouldn’t come running and waving his broom over his head.
Draco suddenly blenched when he saw there was somebody already in the bathroom. His eyes were caught by the sight of an almost nude girl standing at the huge pool-like bath. He recognized that bushy head immediately.
But Draco remained still, not making a single sound and looking at the back of Hermione who had just finished taking her underwear off and was now stepping inside the bath that was filled with water and topped with a thin layer of bubbles.
Draco closed the door behind him as quietly as he could but kept standing rot to his spot. He gazed at Hermione’s slender curves; the girl had a slim waist and a small but round and plump bottom which hid beneath the bubbles just a second ago. And now Hermione’s body was in the bath, only her shoulders and her head were out and visible. The Gryffindor reclined and took a deep, relaxing breath.
Draco wasn’t sure what to do. He didn’t know whether he should leave or approach Hermione. What if she blamed him for stalking her? Although she probably wouldn’t…
On the other hand, when the bushy-haired girl began slowly brushing her hand upon her stretched neck and chest, causing a stiff bulge form inside his pants, Draco figured it wasn’t very appropriate anymore to not warn Hermione about his presence. The young wizard cleared his throat.
“What—?” gasped Hermione at the same moment she turned her head around. Her face was twisted up into a shocked scowl. “Draco, what are you doing?”
Well, he apparently was doing something they both did very well—walking in on each other.
“I just came to have a bath, honestly,” Draco shrugged and walked to a spot by the pool on Hermione’s side. "But apparently I'm not the only one so smart to come here this early in the morning."
The girl made a modest smirk.
“You’re not spying on me, are you?”
“I never am,” he said, but Hermione sniggered.
“Sure,” she grinned sarcastically at the tall wizard towering over her.
Why? That was true. Almost everything that happened between her and him was accidental. Otherwise nothing would have happened at all.
“I don’t stalk you,” Draco said.
“Then what about the library then?” she raised her eyebrows.
“What about it?”
“Well, I was just minding my own business until you came and…”
Hermione blushed.
She liked it.
“I wasn’t exactly spying on you then either.”
The Gryffindor directed her eyes down to the bath. White bubbles subtly surrounded the top of Hermione’s nude sturdy breasts.
“So,” she spoke after a pause, “you said you came here for a bath. Aren’t you getting in?”
Of course he wanted to get in. His erection was begging him to get into that pool and explore that wet female body inside it. But he couldn’t. It was essential for him to keep his clothes on, so that the Dark Mark doesn’t scare the girl away and ruin his life in general.
“Boys and girls are not really allowed to bathe together naked,” Draco smirked, trying to get out of the situation.
“That’s true,” said an elegant third voice, coming from a portrait of a mermaid.
Hermione blushed again and chuckled.
“She’s usually asleep,” she said glancing at the show-off mermaid.
The Gryffindor looked pretty. Draco was drinking in the view of her fresh morning face and smooth, supple skin. He didn’t even notice a minute pass.
“So, are you just going to just stand there?” asked Hermione, breaking the peaceful silence.
Draco knew what she meant, but instead he squatted down on the marble floor. He had reasons not to join her in that bath.
Hermione rolled her eyes. “Alright!” she smiled. “I get it. Suit yourself.”
Then she began scrubbing one of her soapy arms. Draco was staring at the naked girl’s chest, hoping to see her nipples accidentally rise above the bubbles into view, but that didn’t happen.
Hermione turned back to Draco after a while.
“If you’re not bathing, then what are you still doing here?” she asked, although quite seductively in her modest way. “Waiting for all the bubbles to pop?”
Malfoy gazed at her for a moment and then spoke.
“Come here.”
“What?”
“I’m not getting into the bath. I’m just not going to do that. So come.”
“But why?” she asked, but Draco didn’t respond. “No, really. Why don’t you let me see or touch you?” Hermione furrowed her eyebrows.
The wizard sighed.
“I have my reasons,” he said. “Don’t bother asking me that again. Now come.” He stood up.
Hermione hesitated for a moment, Draco could see she wanted to ask other questions, but she didn’t and instead just climbed out of the bath.
Water and soap were dripping down her wet, glowing body. Her nipples were erect and her pubic hair were now flat from water. Hermione moved forward.
“Will you shrink back if I do this?” she murmured and slid her damp hand under Draco’s shirt.
The touch felt like a pleasant spark. The Slytherin shuddered and goose bumps covered his skin. Draco grabbed Hermione’s head and pressed his lips against hers while his other hand settled on her waist before moving down and clinging onto her round buttock.
The Gryffindor gasped and Draco nipped her bottom lip with his teeth. Then he proceeded to her neck, then shoulders, then breasts, caressing every spot and greedily sucking on her skin.
The young man then pressed his fingers on Hermione’s clit. It was wet, but not entirely from bath water. Draco’s digits separated her folds, brushed in between them and then gently penetrated. The girl let out a loud moan and lifted her bent leg so that Draco would hold it in place.
“Other girls must be very pleased with your skills, too,” muttered Hermione with her head tilted back, not facing Draco.
Draco stopped what he was doing and looked at her.
“What?”
He saw Hermione’s cheeks flush deeper red.
“Well, you know,” she continued, “I’m not the only one you’ve been practicing on, so I’m just saying that…”
“What are you talking about?”
Draco frowned in confusion. He didn’t expect such a plot twist at all.
Hermione now faced him.
“Well, aren’t you doing things like that with others, like Pansy or…?”
“Of course not,” Draco snorted immediately. “Why would you think that?”
Hermione swallowed. She parted her lips to say something, but didn’t.
“Of course I’m not doing this with anyone else,” he reassured her. “I mean, I have, but not anymore.”
Draco had almost accepted that he might have feelings for Hermione, so he felt slightly insulted when she declared she thought he was screwing other girls. Of course he wasn’t doing it.
After a moment, during which Hermione stood still comprehending everything, she suddenly let out a shy chuckle and held onto Malfoy’s body underneath his shirt firmer.
Draco was still a little taken aback by unexpected Hermione’s assumptions.
“So I’m the only one,” she murmured and began kissing the boy’s jaw and neck, pressing her damp body against his.
“And I thought you were smart,” Draco teased, but he almost chocked when he felt Hermione’s hand slide down under his trousers and underwear.
The girl gave several gentle strokes to his groin which was being strangled by his pants, and then she quickly unzipped the trousers and took his shaft out.
Hermione was looking at Draco’s manhood, exploring it while gliding her little hand over it. Draco let out a deep groan and titled his head back, his eyes screwed shut. He was so overwhelmed by the sudden sensations that he forgot to embrace Hermione back. He was just standing there, his junk in the girl’s hand, when Hermione stopped stroking it and slid her hands down his legs. Draco opened his eyes.
“Oh, you don’t have to—” he began saying when he saw the naked Gryffindor kneeling in front of him.
“I want to,” she murmured immediately, grasped Malfoy’s cock and mouthed it, making him flinch and shudder.
Hermione’s hot tongue pressed against the tip, and Draco held his breath. The girl wriggled her tongue around it, and the wizard made a low, long gasp. Her lips began moving along the cock in between them, moistening it and stimulating.
It wasn’t Draco’s first time. Pansy had done it too, but the girl really liked to bite, sometimes even too much from the very beginning, so Draco was never able to relax when his junk was placed in Pansy’s mouth.
Hermione, on the other hand, was being very gentle yet enthusiastic. Her mouth was sucking on the Slytherin’s erection, her hand laid at the base of it, holding. Her tongue was swirling all over the thing, sometimes pressing on the head of it with more force, causing Draco’s body to squirm a little. Then Hermione took his shaft out of her mouth and grazed her flat tongue along the length. When it was back inside the girl’s mouth, she began rhythmically sucking it while her hand, gripping the base, repeated the same up-and-down motion.
Draco’s whole body was tingling in thrill. His fingers were loosely drowned in Hermione’s hair and his groin was pulsating like a silent bomb. And then Hermione began quietly moaning herself, causing the vibrations in her throat tickle Malfoy’s cock, which was now aching and suffocating in need to climax.
“I’m coming,” gasped Draco, and the girl let her mouth go of his erection but kept her tight grip rapidly gliding over it whole.
The young man groaned deeply, savouring the sensations, before his shaft erupted and spilled a thick fluid onto Hermione’s chest and in her fist.
“Shit,” Draco cursed breathlessly when the Gryffindor licked the head of his cock once more. Then she stood up.
After a few moments, during which the wizard was heaving, catching his breath, Malfoy pulled out his wand and cast a couple of cleaning spells at Hermione’s chest, hand, and his groin. Draco noticed how red the girl’s knees looked after kneeling on that hard marble floor.
The wizard put his hands on Hermione’s buttocks.
“Jump,” he said.
The young witch wrapped her arms around his neck and, after she made a little bounce, found herself in Draco’s arms, his hands holding her by her thighs and bottom.
Draco slammed the girl against the wall, leaning on her firmly to keep her aloft. He rubbed Hermione’s clit for a few seconds, then brushed his fingers over her soaking folds and carefully inserted his cock in between them, finding his way into her entrance and burying himself to the hilt.
At first he moved slowly, letting Hermione to get used to him, but then he began banging his hips very eagerly into her wet heat, coaxing fervent moans out of the girl.
Draco gazed at Hermione’s bushy head thrown back at the wall. Her face was flushed, her eyes were closed and her mouth agape. She was making incoherent, lustful sounds, and Draco’s shaft was as hard and aching as before.
He kept rocking against Hermione, deeper and rougher with every thrust, now kissing and breathing into her neck. Her short nails were sunk hard into Draco’s back, and the girl’s unmuffled screams declared that she was almost at the peak.
When an outcry escaped Hermione’s lips and he felt her walls steadily clenching around his cock, he pulled it out and directed his release to the floor. They were panting at each other, their chests, pressed against one another’s, rising and falling rapidly.
Draco let Hermione put her feet back on the ground, but his fingers kept massaging her swollen nub.
“I’ve got to go,” she said putting her hand on his wrist. “It’s Ron’s birthday today.”
Draco wanted to make the girl cry from pleasure one more time, but Hermione’s genuine “Really” made him sigh and retreat. He nodded to the witch, cleaned himself up and placed his half-shrunk shaft back into his pants. He silently watched Hermione quickly wash herself, dry up with a towel and put her clothes on.
“See you later,” she blushed and smiled before disappearing behind the door.

Hermione was walking down the hallway back to the Gryffindor Tower. She was trying to prevent her cheeks from stretching into a grin but vainly. She was smiling to the empty corridors, enjoying the peace that filled her mind and body.
Hermione was glad that Draco let her touch him more intimately this time. He still didn’t take his clothes off, but allowing Hermione to lay her hands (and mouth) on him was a start good enough.
Then Professor McGonagall suddenly showed up out of nowhere.
“Here you are, Miss Granger,” professor said. Her eyes were full of concern. “I was looking for you.”
“What’s wrong?” asked Hermione. A nasty feeling poked the bottom of her stomach.
McGonagall was nervously rubbing her fingers.
“Your friend, Mister Weasley, had been poisoned approximately half an hour ago. I thought you might want to see him.”
Hermione’s heart sank and began uncomfortably beating in her stomach.
“Is—is he okay?” she stammered. “Is Ron alright?”
“Yes. Harry acted immediately and saved him. Ron’s in the hospital wing at the moment, you can visit him if you want. Although he might not be awake.”

Hermione nodded, gulped and ran past the professor down the hallway.
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