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Change of Mind	By : hermyoneminusone Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 26841 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Hermione walked down to dinner in a haze. Draco had used her for sex. That was not a theory, but it was indeed a fact, as he confirmed it only minutes ago. It did sting, but it wasn't the same kind of hurt she had experienced with Richard. She knew that her fling with Draco was one of the “no-strings-attached” variety, but she was still surprised at his rather rash decision. Then again, she didn't know him on a personal level.
Her real vexation came from the poor treatment of her book. Telling Hermione that her book snuffed it was the equivalent of telling Crabbe and Goyle that the Hogwarts kitchens would no longer be serving pastries. All hell would break loose. She certainly wasn't going to let it go. She was going to have him buy her a new book, or make him rummage through the garbage if it came down to that. Hermione snorted. Draco Malfoy rummaging through garbage... she would pay many, many galleons to see that happen.
She spotted Harry and Ron already making themselves comfortable at the Gryffindor table, and she took her usual spot across from them. She ate her dinner with a little less gusto than usual, listening to Harry and Ron discuss Quidditch tactics for their upcoming practice. She barely heard them excuse themselves from the table as they returned to their dorms to gear up for practice.
Hermione eyed the students in the hall with little interest, deciding that she would call it an early night. She might even make it back to her room in time to hear Lavender and Parvati's daily gossip-exchanging ritual. It always proved to be entertaining, even if Hermione once considered gossip to be for the feeble-minded.
She strolled out of the Great Hall, following a couple of Ravenclaws up the staircase. They made a left and her course was due right, so she continued on solo. After a few minutes, she picked up a noise from behind her. She stopped to casually fasten the buckle on her shoe, and the sound stopped as well. Ah yes, she was being followed. As she stood up, she discreetly drew her wand and gripped it firmly beneath her robes. She continued on, making her way to a sharp corner. As soon as she had turned the corner, she faced the opposite direction so that she would be face to face with her culprit.
After a good minute of standing with her wand held out in front of her, nobody came forth. Hermione was bewildered. She was certain that somebody was on her tail... that, or she was more exhausted than she let on. She shrugged it off, but kept her wand out for cautious measure. She continued down a hallway and turned another corner.
She nearly jumped out of her skin when she was met with the lofty sight of Draco Malfoy. She felt a jolt of pain in her heart upon seeing the smug, relaxed expression on his face.
The nerve...
Hermione stared into his pale face, her eyes narrowed. She could feel her blood begin to boil beneath her skin. How dare he show up like this, stalking her like she was his prey! She jabbed her wand into his chest. Draco looked down at her wand, amusement painted all over his features. He continued to smile until the tip of her wand began igniting a poker-hot hole through his clothing. He yelped and jumped back as his dress shirt began to smoke.
“What the fuck, Granger!” Draco snapped as he pulled out his wand, mending the hole in his shirt.
Hermione laughed. Stupid git.
“I don't know what you're playing at Malfoy, but I sure as hell am tired of it.” She said in a deathly calm voice.
Draco stopped brushing off his shirt, and looked up her her, his grey eyes narrowed to slits.
“What are you going on about? If you're talking about me following you here, it was all in good fun,” He said as he pocketed his wand. “I didn't think you'd get so worked up about it.”
Hermione's eyes shot open in shock. Had their previous conversation never taken place?
“Don't play stupid, Malfoy, you know exactly what I'm going on about! Think back to an hour. Does it ring a bell in that empty skull of yours?”
Draco frowned. He had no bloody clue what she was talking about.
“What does an hour ago have to do with anything?” He asked, feeling his temper rise.
Hermione feigned a mirthful laugh. She waved her wand about menacingly, accidentally shooting gold sparks from its tip. “You're unbelievable!”
Draco felt a nerve in his temple give an unpleasant twitch. Granger was pushing all the wrong buttons in all the wrong places...
“You know what, I don't want to deal with this anymore. I expect you to replace the book that you owe me.” Hermione said firmly as she stowed her wand beneath her robes.
“You're upset because I forgot your bloody book?” Draco snapped, unable to control the rise in his voice.
“Forgot?! As I recall, you ever so kindly admitted that you tossed it out.” Hermione felt the color burning in her cheeks.
“What are you talking about? Your bloody book is sitting on my desk, I didn't throw it away!” Draco was nearing the end of his wits.
Hermione stood still. Now he was lying to her? Did he think this was some kind of joke? She shut her eyes in an attempt to calm down. It wasn't working.
She flashed her eyes open to the figure in front of her. Draco was breathing a bit quicker than normal, and his cheeks were flushed pink.
“Don't speak to me anymore. Don't approach me. I've tolerated your insensitive, self-righteous behavior Malfoy, but this is taking it too far. I don't even know why you're here, after telling me that you didn't want to see me anymore. I'm just another number, aren't I?”
From the tone of her voice, Draco knew that her last sentence was a question that was not supposed to be answered. She was obviously off her rocker, and he was getting all the more angry just standing there looking at her. Hermione brushed past him, swiftly walking far away from where he was. He wasn't going to let her have the last word.
“I do regret wasting my time with you, Granger.” He said coldly to her retreating figure, ignoring the finger that Hermione held up for him to see.
~*~
Draco stormed into the Slytherin Common Room, angry as hell. He had been looking forward to a good shag with Granger, but she was obviously going through some kind of mental breakdown.
Frustrated, he lay on his bed, thinking of a girl he could have a good time with instead of Hermione, but the only image that he managed to come up with in his mind was of the nude Gryffindor. His idea was obviously not working.
“Fuck!” He swore out loud, slamming his fist violently into his goose-feather pillow.
“Teenage angst?” Blaise asked sarcastically, entering the room as Draco swore.
“Piss off Blaise, I don't need this right now.” Draco snapped, all the more upset that he wasn't alone anymore.
Zabini feigned offense. “Who's got your knickers all in a bunch Draco?” Blaise snickered. Draco haughtily ignored him.
“Oh, let me rephrase the question then, Draco. Whose knickers have you been bunching up lately?” Zabini asked, knowing that Draco wouldn't ignore his obvious allusion.
Draco immediately looked up at Blaise.
“What did you say?” Draco hissed in a low voice. Something was going on. It wasn't like Blaise to make such snide comments towards him.
“I was simply asking a question,” Blaise said, making his way over to his dresser. “Pansy claims that you haven't asked her to join you in bed for a while. If it's not Pansy you're spending time with, then who?”
Blaise knew something, and he was merely baiting Draco so that he'd eventually spill the beans himself.
“I haven't spent time with Pansy in ages. So I don't know why you're listening to her, because she has no right to be complaining about me.”
Blaise looked unsatisfied with Draco's response.
“Well, to be honest Draco, I've been hearing this rumor about you,” Blaise smiled, his back facing Draco. “I thought that it was the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard in all my years of Hogwarts. And trust me, I've heard plenty ridiculous notions...”
“What rumor?” Draco spat, folding his arms across his chest. All he wanted to do was be alone, and there he was, stuck with Blaise who kept beating around the bush.
“It involves you, and a certain know-it-all Gryffindor.” Blaise said, staring into the mirror in front of him. He could see Draco from where he stood, and he wanted to see his reaction to this piece of information.
Draco tensed up. How did he find out about Granger? He tried to show no emotion in his face, but he was having a very hard time doing so. He said nothing.
“So, I suppose the rumors are true, then?” Blaise asked, turning around to face the disgruntled blonde.
“I don't see how this is any of your damn business,” Draco said in a low, poisonous voice.
“It isn't.” Blaise answered simply.
“Then why the hell do you care who I sleep with?!” Draco snapped, jumping off his bed.
“I don't,” Blaise said, shrugging.
Draco scoffed and sat back down on his bed. Why was Blaise so fucking nosy?
“She did have a great rack, from what I can remember. Was she a good fuck?” Blaise asked, already knowing the answer for himself.
He knew that he was beginning to poke at that thin line with Draco. It really wasn't like Blaise to act in such a manner towards him, but for some reason, he felt justified in doing so. Draco got everything he wanted, and yet he was never satisfied. The prat deserved to be slapped around from time to time.
Draco shut his eyes, and exhaled deeply. Blaise's comment annoyed him more than he expected. He got off his bed and made to leave.
“I suppose I would be pissy if I got dumped too,” Blaise muttered under his breath as Draco exited the room.
Draco stopped dead in his tracks. He happened to hear Blaise's malicious remark as he was leaving. He swiftly turned around, and slammed the door open. In five quick steps, he had shoved Blaise against the wall, and he had his wand pointed against his throat.
“Care to repeat that?” Draco whispered, his voice shaking with anger. Blaise knew something about Granger that he didn't, and he wasn't going to leave until he found out.
Blaise stared into Draco's cold eyes defiantly. He knew that Draco wouldn't do anything too drastic, but he wasn't going to put it past him. Plus, all he told him was a little white lie. He wasn't supposed to get that riled up about it.
“Word is, the Mudblood was planning on dumping you!” Blaise ground out, pushing the blonde off him.
Draco took a few steps back, not knowing what to think. How did Blaise know all this? Things were over between him and Granger, but he didn't even know how, or why. Nothing was making any sense. Draco needed to figure this out for himself, but he didn't know where to start.
“Hate to break it to you Blaise, but your sources are a bit fucked up.” Draco said stiffly, leaving the room without waiting for a response.
Not knowing where to go, he planted himself on a black leather sofa in Common Room. It was still quite empty, as most of the students were still at dinner.
He had his head in his hands, mulling things over when he felt someone standing in front of him. He looked up to the slender figure of Lexi.
“What do you want?” Draco asked peevishly, not looking at her.
Lexi plopped onto the couch beside him. “You look upset, and I was wondering if I could maybe help cheer you up...” She said suggestively, placing a hand on his thigh.
“We can go to my room,” She suggested. “Nobody will be in there for at least an hour.”
Draco stared at her figure. Her robe was open, and her green skirt was so short that he could almost see her knickers at the right angle...
“Alright,” he said, getting up.
Lexi smiled triumphantly, and led the way to her dorm room.
~*~
“Yes! Oh my God yes!” Lexi shrieked from beneath the naked figure of Draco.
Her legs were wrapped around his torso, and her hands were firmly gripping his shoulders. Draco pumped into her, harder and faster each time. Without warning, he stopped.
Lexi groaned. “What is it?” She asked, panting.
“Turn over,” Draco said simply.
“Ooh!” Lexi squealed, more than happy to comply with his command. She turned over so that her arse was sticking out in the air.
“You mean like this?” She asked innocently, wiggling her rear.
Draco grabbed a hold of her waist, and slammed himself into her.
“Ah! Draco!” Lexi winced from the slight pain. She expected him to be rough, but not like this. Soon enough, the pain she felt turned into immense pleasure, and she didn't mind his pace at all.
Draco continued slamming into her slick entrance, each time getting closer and closer to his release. He could faintly hear Lexi moaning and saying things in the background, but he wasn't really listening. He grabbed onto her short hair, and gave it a firm tug. He didn't really know what he was expecting to feel, but it wasn't what he wanted. He grunted in frustration.
“Oh! Oh! Im going to cum Draco! Ohhhhh....” Lexi froze as she climaxed. Draco felt her pussy contract around his cock, and he didn't move until she finished riding out her orgasm.
Lexi pulled herself from him and turned around. She eyed his member, still hard and covered in her juices. She grinned cheekily.
“Let me take care of that for you.” She purred, crawling down his torso.
She wrapped her hand around his base, and she could feel him pulsating in her hand. She licked her way from the bottom to the top, then took the tip of his cock in her mouth. Draco groaned, allowing his head to roll back.
Lexi swallowed more and more of him, until his entire member was engulfed in her mouth. Draco bucked his hips, unable to keep still as she deep throated him.
She began to bob her head up and down his shaft, sucking his cock expertly as she picked up her pace.
“Fuck! I'm – I'm going to...”
“Cum?” She asked, pulling away from his swollen member.
She swiftly began to slide her hand up and down his shaft, waiting for his release. Draco shut his eyes and suppressed the grunt that threatened to escape from his lips as he reached his climax. Lexi slowly slid her hand up and down his length, squeezing his cock. Her hand was covered in his sticky seed and she gave him a sly smile as she released his deflating member from her grip.
“So...” she began quietly, a small smirk painted on her face.
“So what?” He asked stiffly, getting up from her bed. He picked up his clothes, and after a quick Scourgify, he dressed himself.
“Where are you going?” Lexi asked, confused. “Don't you want to stay here with me?”
Draco looked at her with dry amusement. “Please. I've never done that before, and I don't plan on starting with you.”
He began walking towards the door. “Thanks for the shag, although it didn't really cheer me up.”
Draco left the room, leaving both Lexi and himself feeling quite empty.
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