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How Did This Happen?!	By : dracoyoflam Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 6368 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the potterverse or characters. I just like to play with the already created world and characters. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Draco wrapped his fingers in her long curls and pulled her back up to his hungry lips. Their tongues were playing over each other as the kiss deepened further and their tongues fought for dominance. They kissed as if each was starving and the other’s lips were the most delicious repast. It was as if they had been waiting forever for this moment and now that it was here all of their patience flew out of the broken window.

Hermione could feel Draco’s hand slide up her thigh, slowly pulling her shirt up. Draco dipped his fingers into her waistband and brushed his fingers over the outer seem of her knickers. He moved his lips down her neck, sucking, licking, nibbling – marking her as his with tiny bruises.

Hermione grabbed his silky hair and dragged him back to her mouth. His hand was rubbing up and down on her thigh; she couldn’t help wishing he’d move closer to her desire.

Hermione pulled him down on top of her, closing the tiny bit of space that had still been between them. She could now feel his hardness pressed against her hip, and in retaliation for his bites she rolled herself against him. She was glad to hear a small moan escape his lips.

Draco shifted position so he was more leaning over her than lying on her; one leg bent up and pressing against her femininity. He could feel her warmth and wetness through the layers of thin fabric, proud that the reaction was due to him, he continued to move his leg back and forth over her sensitive, aroused flesh.

Draco could see the fervor in her dark eyes, the little sparks of accidental magic as she succumbed to the passion, her mouth opened to let out little moans and breathy whimpers.

It was his turn to moan as she slipped one hand under his waistbands and confidently grasped his length in a firm grip, she stroked him slowly, her palm tracing every inch. Between them, they managed to wriggle him out of his sleep attire, leaving him in his boxers. Hermione’s hand returned to his masculinity, stroking faster and firmer.

Draco, arching into her shuttling motion, kissed down her neck, fingering her pajama shirt buttons. He looked up at Hermione, as if asking permission.

In an answer to his silent plea, Hermione sat up quickly and undid the buttons, slipping the shirt from her body with an enticing roll of her shoulders. She threw the top on the ground and then grabbed Draco’s face to pull him back into another passionate kiss.

Draco settled onto her, aligning himself with the apex of her thighs. He was much taller than her, and had to arch up for his lips to meet hers. He rocked into her body; the silk of his boxers was a torment to himself.

Hermione opened her legs to give him more access; he ground himself against her and was welcomed by a much louder moan as he rubbed over her secret places. Hermione bent her legs up and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him down against herself firmly.

Draco would have been insane to not love the feeling of her breasts pillowed against his bare chest; and his hard length pressed against her with only three thin layers of fabric as a barrier. Even in his passion-filled mind, he knew that they were moving far too fast. He slowly moved himself away from her body, they both mourned at the loss of contact.

Hermione gave him a look of disappointment and pure wrath at being left aroused and unfulfilled; but it was soon replaced by a look of pleasure as Draco pressed a finger onto her little bud of nerves through the clothing. The flush of her cheeks and chest, the parting of ruby-red lips, the gasp of her completion and the tiny lightning bolts flashing in her eyes… it was almost enough to make him climax right there! He’d never seen a woman more beautiful or powerful as she climaxed!

He quickly grabbed the last barriers of cloth, and yanked them off so fast that she didn’t even have a moment to respond. His finger was inside her, and a few moments later he added a second finger to increase the pleasure, curling them up to find that little internal bud that was the centre of a woman’s universe…

… What he wasn’t prepared for was Hermione placing her hand into his boxer shorts and grabbing his length into her hand. As she squeezed him, she saw him close his eyes and he let out a husky moan. He looked back at her and they stared into each other’s eyes, one moment of storm grey meeting rich brown; they both moved their hands in synch with each other.

Hermione could already feel herself tightening as she approached oblivion; she tried to fight it, to hold on as long as she could so they could finish together. She pushed her other hand into his shorts and grabbed his twin globes in her hand and squeezed gently, massaging them carefully.

They continued their ministrations, the passion building higher and higher. Draco felt her tighten and ripple around his fingers, and she let her head fall back in pleasure, still pumping her hand around his shaft. He finally let go so that they could reach the end together.

Hermione and Draco tumbled over the precipice together, still gently touching each other to draw out each other’s pleasure until there was nothing left to give. When they both stopped and looked back at each other they trembled from what had happened, static electricity filled the air from the accidental magic that had been set free in their passion.

Hermione smiled at him and they pulled each other close, drawing up the quilt and holding each other. They laid there in silence for a long while until finally Draco cleared his throat and spoke:

“That was really good for a Virgin…”

He was cut off by her sitting up quickly, looking angry.

“What!?”

“Nothing, I just meant that for someone who doesn’t have any experience in this sort of thing, you were really really good. I meant it as a compliment. Why are you getting so angry?” he asked, belatedly realizing that she had her wand pointing at him.

Hermione calmed a little realizing that maybe she was over reacting a little, and replaced the wand under her pillow. She bent down closer to him and said, “I’m not a virgin.” She stood up and started walking toward the door.

Draco watched as a naked Hermione left the room, her clothing following her with a snap of her fingers; he knew that she did it only to make a point, but the sway of her hips and feminine silhouette distracted him from his apology.

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The clean, clear morning light shone through the shattered window, illuminating the decimated common room. Draco opened his eyes and closed them immediately, pain shooting through his head like a blot of white hot lightning. He yelled out in agony, cradling his throbbing head in his hands.

Draco looked about him; the light of the new day illuminated the carnage of the common room. The room suddenly shifted from focus, swaying and spinning, the colors changing from red and gold to the deep green and oak of his Father’s study.

Draco gasped as an exact double of him appeared in the dark room, kneeling upon the expensive carpet. His Father walked toward him in confident strides, holding a potion out to him.

“We depend upon you Draco, you will succeed.” Sneered Lucius, handing Draco the vial.

“I’m here, Father! I’m over here!” Draco tried to say, but the double simply bowed his replica blonde head, took the potion and thanked the senior Malfoy. The ‘other Draco’s’ eyes never left the floor.

“What’s going on?! What is this?” Draco said as more searing pain drove into his head. He screamed out in pain once more, incapable of doing anything else.

The images before him altered again, his Father’s study becoming a dripping, dismal cave; patches of moss and mold clung to the wet cave walls in desperation to survive. The scratching of rodent claws could be heard in the gloom.

A dark figure laughed out loud, a harrowing cackle, “Do well Draco, we depend on you.”

The image changed again, accompanied by the symphony of malevolent laughter

Draco’s eyes were bloodshot, his head felt like it was splitting into a million pieces. The blonde opened his eyes to find himself back in the tattered common room, Hermione was holding his hand tightly and her eyes were filled with tears.

“Are you alright, is it over, please answer me. Don’t do that again.” She pressed her hand to his forehead, finding him cold and clammy to the touch.

“Hermione, it’s alright. I’m alright.” He croaked, his throat raw from screaming in pain.

He closed his eyes, counted to ten in his mind and opened them again, sighing in relief when the image didn’t change into more of the weird visions.

‘Visions, what is that all about?’ He asked himself confused.

Draco had an odd expression on his face as he looked back at Hermione.

“What is it Draco?” she asked, still concerned.

‘Should I tell her? I don’t even know what it means yet. It’s probably nothing, yeah; maybe I hit my head or something. I’m fine.’ He told himself, seeing things wasn’t a good sign even in the wizarding world ‘Maybe it will all go away.’

“Come on Draco you can tell me if something is wrong.”

“I know. It... It’s nothing.” He replied slowly with a dazed look in his eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, really, it’s nothing. Probably hit my head or something in the train and now I’m having side effects. I’m sure I’ll be fine though, just give it a little time.”

Hermione looked at him for a moment and rubbed her wet eyes. She wasn’t really sure what to say; she knew he was lying to her, but she didn’t want to upset him by asking more questions.

Especially after what he just went through, whatever the Hell that was.

“Keep your secrets, Draco… but ‘nothing’ doesn’t have you screaming in agony and thrashing around.” She said quietly before moving away to let him compose himself.

A little later…

“How do you know where the kitchen is?”

Hermione laughed and answered, “Well let’s just say I know an old ‘friend’ of yours.”

Draco looked at her suspiciously but blew it off a moment later.

The old friend that she was referring to was Dobby the house elf, and the only elf who would come near her after her S. P. E. W. campaign. There was plenty of good food in the pantry; but not an elf in sight.

“Draco,” Hermione said as she looked over at him, “I’m sorry about last night when I yelled at you, I didn’t mean it. It’s just that people I really care about are gone and I don’t even know if they’re alright. I think that I over reacted to the whole ‘Virgin’ thing.”

She stopped for a moment and took a deep breath before continuing, “It’s just that everyone just assumes that I’m this little innocent know-it-all and I’m really not. It gets annoying sometimes. I mean, so what if I like to read a lot and keep up my grades. That doesn’t mean that it’s all I do.”

Draco looked away as he thought to himself about how he wished he were someone that Hermione cared about… even loved. She’d shown him more affection in a few days than most people he knew had shown him in his entire life. Then it hit him.

‘Oh no!’ He thought.

He looked over at Hermione who was still looking at him but now with question in her eyes.

“I need to go.” He didn’t wait for a response, he practically ran out of the kitchen, only his injured leg holding him back.

Draco paced around the room trying hard to concentrate on what was going on. The more he thought about it though, the further and further the answers seemed to be. But he had known the answer just a short while ago when he was standing there in the kitchen with…

“Hermione! How long have you been standing there? You surprised me.”

“Long enough to know that something is really bothering you. Tell me, please Draco.”

Hermione longed for an answer from him. Draco decided to try and explain it to her; maybe saying it aloud would help. Besides, Hermione was dubbed as the smartest witch in an age, she’d worked out how to get past enough of the Dark Lord’s plots – so maybe she could help him work it out.

Draco asked her, “Don’t you find any of this weird, why all of this is happening?”

Hermione looked quickly at him and started talking without taking on breath, “Well which part are you talking about? The train crash which led to everyone missing but us? Us being attacked while walking through the woods that we’re not supposed to be in? Me almost drowning and you saving me? Us finding Hogwarts attacked with no one left. No dead bodies or survivors? or are you just talking about last night?”

She paused in her rant before softening her voice’s tone, but upping the sarcasm, “No Draco, I don’t find any of this weird at all.”

Draco looked away for a moment and sighed, ‘this is going to come back to hurt but I’ve got to say it.’ He thought.

“Hermione, sure all the bad stuff is weird but it can be explained in the end… It’s all a big scheme probably, of at least that’s my guess – that part isn’t hard to figure out, we both know this already.

“I’m talking about the part where it was only ‘us’ on the train, ‘us’ getting attacked while ‘we’ were walking through the forest, me saving you…” He sighed and finished, “And yes… last night.

Hermione, we hate each other. Something isn’t right here.” He sighed, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor.

Hermione’s eyes filled with tears but she didn’t let them fall just yet. “We just had a change of heart that’s all. Draco, there’s nothing wrong with that. If you’re worried about what people would think because I’m not a pureblood like you then I guess I’m wrong about changed feelings. Yours anyway… my feelings are still for you, weather you want them to be or not.” I don’t understand what you’re trying to say here!

She turned away from him and as she walked slowly up to the girls dormitories, she finally let her tears flow with great sadness.

‘I was right’ Draco thought, ‘it hurt.’
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