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Melting The Ice	By : Padfoot Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 37633 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Melting The Ice.

Author: Padfoot the Marauder

Disclaimer: As I’ve said before and will say again: I own nothing and nobody. Everything belongs to JK Rowling.

Summary: Draco and Hermione find themselves stuck on the Antarctic after an accident in Apparating. They need a way to get through the night without freezing to death... which calls for desperate measures. PWP

Thank you’s: A big hug to Hinkypunk, Kate and Krista for having Beta’d this for me.

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Melting The Ice



         It was cold.

Verycold!

It was the kind of cold that stabbed you in the flesh like a knife.

As Draco opened his eyes he also noticed that it was dark. He could hear the savage wind blazing outside. But then again, he didn’t seem to be completely inside either, judging by the rushes of icy cold wind he felt against the side of his body. After doing some careful looking around he noticed that he was in some sort of cavern made out of hardened snow. It was really small. In fact, if another person would come in and join, it would become a tight squeeze.

         “Where are we?” Draco asked in a gruff voice.

         “I don’t know,” Hermione answered with a sigh. “One of the Poles. Or Greenland. I don’t know. I can’t tell. Lie still!”

You know those days that start out normally –making it seem like it’s going to be just another boring day- only to totally catch you off guard and let something totally unexpected transpire? Hermione was having one of those days.

If only Malfoy hadn’t also chosen to get a job at the ministry.

If only Hermione hadn’t just gotten the promotion Malfoy had wanted for himself.

If only he hadn’t chosen to confront her about this.

And if only he hadn’t grabbed her wrist just as she was Apparating away from his whining.

Don’t ever grab someone by the wrist whilst they’re Apparating! Apparation is a tricky procedure; there’s a reason why more than one wizard has lost one or more limbs while doing it. Luckily for Hermione, that wasn’t what happened. Instead she had found herself in quite a different scene than she had intended to be, with Malfoy alongside her. All she knew was that wherever they were, it was freezing. And it wasn’t freezing like England does during the winter; it was freezing with a big ‘F’. The difference in temperature almost physically knocked the wind out of her upon arrival; like it had done to Malfoy, who had actually lost consciousness for a few minutes. Fortunately for both of them she had spotted a small crack in between two giant blocks of hardened snow to shelter in. It wasn’t much, but at least it shielded them from the wind that was racing through the vast icy plains that seemed to stretch on forever.



         “What happened?” Malfoy asked.

         “You grabbed me as I was Apparating and threw us both off course” Hermione said accusingly. “I said; lie still!”

         Malfoy kept still and was quiet for a second.

         “Granger?”

         “Yes?”

         “Why am I naked?”

         “Because you looked so ravishing and I just couldn’t keep myself from ripping the clothes off of you,” Hermione said sarcastically. “We’re sharing body heat, you oaf! In case you haven’t noticed, it’s a little nippy here.”

         Hermione wasn’t kidding when she said it was ‘a little nippy’. In fact, it was dangerously cold. Good thing she was informed in what to do in an emergency situation such as this. She had taken off both their clothes, carefully laid herself unto Malfoy’s naked form and used said clothes to cover their bodies in a blanket that contained their body heat.

            “Not that I’m complaining or anything,” Malfoy said, “but why haven’t you used magic? Or better yet, Apparated us out of here?”

         Hermione sighed.

         “We can’t Apparate out of here. Trust me, I tried. I suppose that since we travelled such a long way, with double cargo, our batteries need to recharge.”

         “Batteries?”

         “It means we probably need to wait a bit till we can Apparate again,” she explained while shivering from the cold. “And as for the magic, I got thrown against the floor on arrival and my wand snapped. And you didn’t seem to have brought yours, so...”

         “Right.”

         Draco had to admit that the body heat thing actually seemed to work. His arms –laying at his side and not touching Hermione- were much colder than the rest of his body. In a natural reflex to get warmer, he raised his hands underneath the pile of clothes and wrapped them around Hermione’s bare back. She flinched at the contact of his cold arms, but didn’t say anything about it. Draco thought that it probably was a good thing that it was so cold. It might have been Granger who was naked and on top of him, but he was still a man. And when a man finds himself crushed under a naked girl, things normally start reacting. He couldn’t exactly check, but he suspected that his equipment must have shrunken into unholy proportions and probably was in no condition to react even if he wanted it to. Even so, he could still feel the heat of her breasts radiating against his chest and he swore that her nipples were so hard they could cut through his flesh if she moved.

         “It’s getting colder,” Draco noted after a few minutes of silence.

         “I know,” Hermione answered, not bothering to make a comment about his stating the obvious. It seemed to have gotten darker outside, indicating that it probably was night time now. There was no knowing how much the temperature would drop during the course of the night, but Hermione knew that every single lost degree was going to be torture. It was already unbearable as it was. She couldn’t stop her teeth from chattering. She wasn’t shivering anymore; she was actually shaking. And so was Malfoy. This wasn’t just being cold anymore; this was being in serious pain.

         “We’re going to die here aren’t we?” she asked, her eyes tearing up. She didn’t care at this moment that she was showing weakness if front of Malfoy. She was scared. She was really scared. She had faced a lot of life or death situations in her life, but all of them were in action. This wasn’t. This was waiting to die or waiting to live. And not knowing the outcome was just plain terrifying.

         “We are not!” Draco said. “I’m not ready to die and you’re too stubborn to die. Hence we’ll- Stop crying right now!” Draco said exasperatedly as he looked up at her.

         “It’s just stress. I can’t help it, ” she sniffled.

         “Yes you can! Dry them off against my shoulder and stop whimpering or your eyes will freeze shut.”

         A flash of panic rushed through Hermione. He was right! She buried her face in Draco’s shoulder and dried her eyes just in time before they could freeze over. She took deep breaths to try and collect her emotions and kept her face buried in the crook of his neck. Somehow it felt comforting. Probably because that way she couldn’t see his face and be reminded that it was Malfoy’s shoulder she had been crying on.

         “Is there any other way to store body heat except for this?” Draco asked.

         “No,” Hermione sighed. They didn’t have a fire or a wand. All they had was the clothes on their bodies, which were already in use. So what else could they possible have that could aid them?

         “Are you sure?” Draco asked desperately.

         She was quiet for a moment before she answered.

         “There is... one other thing” Hermione said tentatively.

         “Are you serious?” Draco answered hopefully. “What is it?”

         Hermione sighed.

         “You probably won’t like it.”

         “Who cares what I like? I’d do anything if it keeps me from dying.”



         “Okay, well. You see- I... er,”

         “For the love of God, spill it!” Draco grunted.

         “Well... you’re a guy and I’m a girl and... you know” she said, not daring to look up at him.

Draco frowned, trying to figure out what in the blazes she was talking about and why she couldn’t just come out and say it.

         “No, I don’t know. I haven’t quite been able to master the art of mind reading yet.”

         Hermione grunted in despair.

         “Dammit Malfoy, I’m talking about sex!” she shouted. “Sex heats the body up!”

         Draco blinked his eyes a couple of times, trying to get a grasp on this new information.

         “Oh,” Draco replied absentmindedly, apparently not totally understanding the situation yet until it had finally sunken in. ”OH!”

         “Yeah, ” she said.

         “I- well. I mean,” he stammered. “I guess we’ll have to. It’s not like we have much of a choice now, do we?”

         “I suppose not,” she admitted. “I just... you don’t have any diseases do you?”

         “No!” Draco shouted, feeling a bit insulted.

         “Are you sure?” Hermione asked. “It’s just, since we don’t have our wands...”

         “I don’t have any diseases!” Draco grunted. “And what about you? Any Muggle-infections I should know about?”

         “Trust me: I’m clean,” Hermione huffed.

         Draco frowned at the certainty of her statement.

         “You’re not still a-?“

         “No, Malfoy,” Hermione hissed. “It’s not like I would give you my dignity and my virginity both in one day.”

         “Fine,” Draco huffed. “And what about, you know,... the other thing”.

         “Don’t worry,” Hermione said. “I did the math. It’s not happening.”

         “Good,” Draco said.

         “Good”.

They both were quiet for a while. It seemed like neither of them really wanted to make the first move. Hermione just wanted to scream. She really didn’t want to sleep with Malfoy. Every single fibre of her being was screaming ‘No!’, but she still knew that she was going to have to do it anyway. It was only until a fresh shiver of coldness coursed through her body that she knew they had to get started before it got worse. She had brought this up –knowing full well that if she said it it would probably lead to doing it- so she shouldn’t be the one whining about it.

She took a deep breath. She couldn’t believe she was about to do this. Sure, it’s not like she was a virgin -she had stumbled through her first sexual experiences with Ron a couple of years ago- but she had never done anything like this. She had always regarded sex as something very emotional; something you only share with someone that is very dear to you. And now she was not only about to have sex with someone she didn’t feel close to; she was about to have sex with someone she wasn’t even remotely fond of. And on top of that, she had broken up with Ron during her first year in Auror training, deciding that they were better of as being just friends. She hadn’t dated anyone ever since. Hence, she hadn’t had sex in almost three years. That didn’t exactly gave her much confidence at that very moment. They say sex is like riding a bicycle, but Hermione was sure that if she hadn’t ridden a bicycle in three years she’d be crashing into a tree on her first try. But as it was, it was either that or freezing to death. And she sure wasn’t ready to die.

         Still, she found herself very nervous and on display.

         Whenever she had slept with Ron, it had been in a passionate frenzy. Now there was just going to be mechanics. The question was: ‘Where to start?’

         “Should we, erm, I don’t know…kiss?” Hermione asked sheepishly.

         “I guess we could,” Draco answered. Draco knew kissing wasn’t a necessity when it came to sex, but he figured that anything that could possibly aid him should be tried. He wasn’t a stranger to casual sex, but the idea of doing it with someone he had known for almost ten years –on non-friendly terms at that- was a little disorienting. And as he saw it, it would be a miracle if he ever was able to get an erection in this kind of temperature.

         Hermione swallowed nervously and lifted her head up so it was hovering above Draco’s face. Fucking Hell, she was going to kiss Draco Malfoy! Did hell just freeze over and were pigs flying? Not that she didn’t find him attractive. That definitely wasn’t the problem. When she been undressing him earlier she had caught herself as her mask of indifference had slipped for a moment. As he was lying there; naked and unconscious –his face looking peaceful instead of being covered with his trademark sneer- she couldn’t think of him any other way than being beautiful. She never thought she would ever describe a man this way; let alone Malfoy. The cold had him looking even paler than usual; his face now actually whiter than his hair. Not that she would ever admit it to anyone, but she had always been quite jealous of Malfoy’s hair. Its silvery-blond colour and silky texture just made a person want to touch it. And lately he had chosen to grow it out a bit so it casually framed his face and accentuated his high cheekbones. The coldness had given his lips a bluish shine, which oddly enough didn’t look ugly on him since it seemed to compliment his grey eyes. Leave it to that damn git to even look handsome in a life or death situation.

         She forced herself to stop her musings, leaned in and pressed her lips against Malfoy’s. Draco’s lips were cold and chapped, but so were hers. The kiss was rather clumsy since both of them couldn’t stop their teeth from chattering. Hermione pressed in a little harder so they wouldn’t break the contact due to their shivering. She could feel the warmth of his breath and she instinctively opened her mouth to be closer to that warmth. She couldn’t help but moan as his warm tongue embraced hers. His mouth was like a little oven where she just wanted to crawl into and stay forever. There might not have been any romantic feelings to rile up her passion, but the warmth he emitted sure made up for it.

         They kept kissing for a while, relishing the warmth, until Draco moved to kissing Hermione’s neck in search for especially sensitive spots. He tried not to wet her neck too much since she would probably be freezing once his saliva lost its warmth. And if she were to freeze to death he would, too. Hermione hummed contently as his warm lips mapped out her tender flesh. One of Draco’s hands –that had been resting on her back- steadily moved downwards alongside her hip. Hermione flinched as she felt some of the clothes covering her back shifting from his movement.

            “No! Stop moving!” Hermione said urgently. “We’ll have to keep as still as possible or we’ll loose our coverings. Just... keep still. I’ll just, you know,... do it myself”.

         Once Draco reluctantly replaced his hand her back, Hermione let her chin rest upon his shoulder, both to gain some support as well as to not have to look at him. She carefully snaked her hand downwards to get herself prepared for him. She probed between her folds, found her clitoris and started stimulating it. It was totally uncomfortable to touch herself down there with cold hands, but she just had to bite the sour pill. She tried not to think about how embarrassing it was to not only do this in front of Draco Malfoy, but on top of Draco Malfoy. But it’s not like it could be done any other way. She was the only one who could move –even if it was slightly- and she needed to be lubricated. She couldn’t help but release a whimper as a familiar heat started spreading across her pelvic region. Even the little sensation of warmth felt so good she could cry, even though she really didn’t want to show any reactions in front of Malfoy. She didn’t want to whimper, or moan, or –heaven forbid- scream in front of him. She didn’t want Malfoy to see her like this. Whenever she had been with Ron she had trusted him enough to see her losing control. She trusted him with her life and when they were together she trusted him with her body.

But Malfoy…she wouldn’t even trust him with her cat.

         Draco thought he was about to go insane. Hermione had buried her face in the crook of his neck and started touching herself. Was this the same Hermione Granger he had known since he was eleven? He had never actually truly considered her to be a sexual creature; she was Potty’s annoying Mudblood sidekick and Gryffindor know-it-all. She was now starting to make slow rocking movements; barely noticeable but he felt it anyway. She was panting heavily as if she was desperately trying to control her breathing and he could feel her warm breath colliding with his flesh. If he hadn’t realised she was a woman in all ways, he definitely had noticed it now.

         Hermione slipped a finger into her passage to check on her progress. She was slick and wet and was ready to go further. But now the problem was that Draco wasn’t. Not that Hermione was insulted or surprised about that; the coldness really wasn’t a stimulant. So she probably had to be just that. She felt a blush spreading across her cheeks. If there was one thing Hermione had had problems with when it came to sex; it had been confidence. When she had been with Ron she had lacked self-assurance because she had no prior experience. Because of this she often felt hesitant to take initiative out of fear that she might do something wrong. And now she lacked confidence because of the same reason; she had only been with one man and it had been almost three years ago. She also never had been completely self-confident about her body; it was useful, strong and healthy, but she never felt like it was something to show off. She had a bit of a tummy which she didn’t seem to get rid of, her hips did this odd wavy thing and she completely hated her toes (which in her opinion looked way too much like worms). She collected all of her nerve and told herself to get on with it. Women all over the world sleep with men just for sex and not because of love; it couldn’t be that hard. Hermione raised her head and kissed Draco again. She felt it was easier that way. Kissing seemed to cloud her mind a little; made her stop thinking. She already was aroused to a fever point, so her kiss was a lot more heated than before.

         “Don’t startle, okay?” Hermione warned him after momentarily releasing his lips.

         “Wha-? Oh fucking Hell!” Draco exclaimed as he threw his head back. Hermione had rotated the arm she had used to lubricate herself and had cupped Draco’s testicles. Draco couldn’t help but let his eyes flutter shut. Her hand was so damn warm! She slightly pushed the two sacks up and kneaded them between her hand. Draco could feel that her hand was still moist from her own lubrication and at this realisation he felt a definite twitch in his underbelly. She started searching his lips again and he slightly turned his head to reciprocate.

Hermione knew that if she wasn’t this damn cold she’d be blushing madly. She couldn’t believe she was feeling up Draco Malfoy. She moved her hand upwards to stroke his semi-hard cock into readiness. With any luck it would be able to get fully erect. She was quite relieved that his body seemed to wake up, or she would have found that her little ‘show’ from before would have been for nothing. She could feel her hand getting wet with his pre-cum and after a few more strokes she sensed that Draco seemed to be about ready.

         “Okay, I think we can... I’ll just...” Hermione stammered nervously and Draco nodded, indicating that he understood. Draco actually didn’t like this situation at all. He didn’t like being forced into being the submissive. He always took the lead. He liked it that way; being the one in charge. And now... Now he was not only pushed into submission; he had actually needed foreplay. This is not how it was supposed to go, at all. And he couldn’t even return the favour. The only thing he could do was to let his hands rest on her lower back. Jolly!

She carefully shimmied herself a bit upwards and they both flinched as Draco’s erection brushed against Hermione’s folds. Hermione positioned herself and caught hold of Draco’s arousal. After a few moments of uncomfortable shifting and puzzling she was finally able to guide him inside of her without losing their coverings. She could feel Draco going rigid under her as she was enclosing him and she could understand why; it was incredibly reviving to be filled by his warm flesh. She bit her lip as not to whimper when she had him buried inside of her to the hilt. She took a couple of calming breaths and made a move to pull back to start the process, but was stopped by Draco.

         “Don’t move yet!” Draco pleaded hoarsely as he put pressure on Hermione’s back to stop her from going further. “I just... I need a minute”.

         Draco was mortified beyond belief about actually having to voice his problem. The contrast between the coldness on the outside and her tight heat was just too intense. He’d climax on the spot if she were to move right now. It had happened a couple of times in the past that he needed a moment to collect himself, but he had always managed to cover that up; disguising it as pretending to be a tease or wanting to give her a moment to acclimatise. Couldn’t do that now, could he? He had always taken pride in his abilities in the sack. He had slept with quite a number of women in his young life and none of them had had any complaints. Apparently whilst he was still at Hogwarts his abilities were so well-known that several girls even had begged him to take their virginity, wanting their first time to be worth it. And he had always complied. Gladly. Draco enjoyed sex. He liked to get lost in it. Thrive in it. It made him feel alive. Now that phrase had taken a different meaning; because now it was the only thing keeping him alive.

         “Alright,” Draco said, indicating that she could go further. In response Hermione carefully lifted herself up and slid back down. She couldn’t keep a gasp from escaping her lips at the feeling of being refilled again. She also couldn’t believe that she actually was thinking about how much she had missed sex; being this close to another person. Sure, the person she was being this close to wasn’t exactly what she normally would be looking for, but it did wake up several emotions inside of her which she had forgotten. Hermione reckoned that it would have been much easier if Draco had been the one on top. Not only did Hermione now have to do everything, she had to do everything under very restricted means. She couldn’t fully sit up or their clothes would slide from her back. And even so, she had to keep their upper bodies touching to keep each other warm. If Draco had been on top he wouldn’t have needed to move as much as she did. But since she had to straddle him, she had to move her pelvis differently.

There really wasn’t much imagination to their encounter. They couldn’t switch positions or reach all available body parts. With each gentle thrust Draco could feel Hermione’s breasts slightly going up and down his chest. All he wanted to do was caress them, bring one to his mouth and ravish one of her perky nipples with his tongue. Dammit, he didn’t even get to look at her breasts since they were smooched against his chest. He was a very visual person. He quite liked to have sex with the light on; letting his eyes feast on the girl he was with. He found it quite silly how self-conscious girls could be about their nakedness. He didn’t care if a girl had a scar or an imperfection here or there. It was those things that made one girl different about the other. If all girls were physical perfection he might as well have been shagging the same person his whole life. Heck, the only thing a girl had to do was be naked to get him going.

“Except for now of course,” he thought grudgingly.

He didn’t even get to look. Or touch. Or taste. As much as he disliked the thought, he just tried to enjoy the warm contact they had. She kept on a slow pace. Draco could understand why; they needed to keep on going for as long as they could. Still, it drove him insane. All he wanted to do was flip her over and drive into her over and over again until they were both screaming out their release. And just as that image flashed through his mind he realised that he really shouldn’t have thought that.

         “Wait!” Draco said urgently. “Stop for a minute, or I’ll...”

         Hermione understood and halted her movements. They just laid there wrapped in each others arms. They both looked at each other seemingly in shock that they both were in the middle of sleeping with the other person. If this was a normal situation this realisation would probably only have dawned on them after they were both satisfied and disentangled. But this necessary interlude forced them to realise this sooner.

“Why don’t you have your wand anyway?” Hermione asked sheepishly. “Rule number seven in the Auror’s guidebook: always have your wand at the ready!”

“I don’t need help to find something else to think about, Granger!” Draco huffed. He already was uncomfortable enough as it was, he really didn’t need her help with this. Fuck, normally he could hold off for as long as he wanted. He could go on for hours on end if he needed to. He always made the girl come first. Always! Damn this fucking cold! And damn her fucking heat!

“Just answer the question!” Hermione pressed as she nudged her pelvis against Draco’s, causing him to yelp. “Now spill it”.

         “I would have it if I was allowed to bring it in the building,” Draco panted.

         “You’re not allowed to have it in the Ministry?” Hermione asked. “Why not?”

         Draco sighed. This girl was insane! She was talking about work while he was still inside of her? This was exactly why he liked to be in charge; not being able to get into situations like these.

         “Some past issues,” he answered dismissingly. “Apparently they think I lose my temper too easily.”

         “And do you?” she asked.

         “I suppose.” Draco admitted. “But they did teach us to be vigilant, so a couple of accidental body-binds in the corridor shouldn’t be that much of a bother.”

         “Like they were all accidental.”

         “Fine, some weren’t,” Draco mumbled. “But that’s still no reason to take my wand.”

         “Ready again?”

         “What?” Draco asked with a frown.

         Hermione smiled at him.

         “Apparently I’m better at distracting you than I thought,” she said impishly.

         Draco rolled his eyes as he got what she meant and nodded his approval.

         They kept going as they did before, making slow rocking movements. From time to time, Draco heard her making little whimpering noises when he felt her grinding her clit against his underbelly. He knew she was avoiding contact with it as much as she could, but she occasionally still needed to stimulate it to keep herself lubricated. If she were to climax her contractions would probably result in his own climax, ending their last resort in getting warm. Draco really had to keep his mind in check, so it wouldn’t influence his body again. Even so, he still had to swallow his pride and ask her to stop from time to time. It did seem to work though, since they seemed to be able to keep going for a very long time. Since they really couldn’t do much, Hermione folded her arms across Draco’s chest with her chin comfortably resting on top of them. They talked during their little interludes and even after they started up again. Funny really, that this seemed to be the first time that they had actually talked. Draco always thought that sex was the end of communication. Leave it to Granger to make sex result in friendly chatter.

         “So answer me this,” Hermione said. “Who was your first?”

         “Don’t you think that question is a little personal?” Draco asked sarcastically.

         “At this moment I don’t think any question could be too personal.” Hermione answered as she lifted herself up and slid back down Draco’s erection.

         “You’ve got me there.” Draco answered huskily as he fought the urge to thrust his hips upwards. “Fine, then. It was Pansy.”

         “Pansy Parkinson?” Hermione asked. “God, I hated her.”

         “Do you hate her more now?” Draco asked roguishly.

         “Don’t flatter yourself!” Hermione answered as she slid herself down him a bit more forcefully.

         “Ow! Don’t do that!” Draco yelped.

         “Don’t make me do that.” Hermione answered.

         “Fine,” Draco panted. “So who was your first then? Wait. Let me guess…the Weasel.”

         “Well, yes actually.”

         “Figures. Well, as much as I dislike that image I’d say that it was a good thing you did. Otherwise, we would have had a bit of a problem right now.”

         “I guess,” Hermione said, vividly remembering how painful her first time had been. “Wait a minute! Who said I hadn’t slept with anyone after Ron?”

         “I think you just did,” Draco answered matter-of-factly. “And don’t do the hip-thing again!”

         “Slytherin prat,” Hermione said, but stop herself from grinning.

         “Gryffindork,” Draco replied.

         Hermione couldn’t exactly say why but she started laughing. Draco couldn’t help himself and started sniggering along with her. This was just ridiculous. Here she was in the middle of having sex with Malfoy, laughing her ass off. And so was he. It was as if they were both high on something.

         “Well Draco, I think we’ve just won the award for ‘Most unlikely thing to happen that happened anyway’.”

         “I guess we did,” Draco answered. “And if we didn’t, we could always still be nominated for you just calling me Draco.”

         “Yes well, perhaps it’s just me, but I think it’s insulting to both of us for me to call you Malfoy right now.”

         “I guess you have a point there, Hermione” Draco answered, emphasizing her name.         “What were your parents thinking anyway, naming you Hermione?”

         “It’s from Shakespeare!” Hermione countered. “At least I didn’t get stuck with the synonym for Dragon.”

         “It could have been worse.” Draco shrugged.

         “How?”

         “It could have been Ronald.”

         At this Hermione started laughing again. She knew she should have been insulted by Draco’s stab at Ron, but the thought of him having been named ‘Ronald’ instead of ‘Draco’ was just too funny not to laugh.

         The girl just seemed to keep on amazing him. She was just so... relaxed. Draco had always known her as the girl who had a major stick up her bum. He didn’t think he’d ever seen her laugh like this. But then again, he had never given her a reason to laugh when he was nearby. Perhaps it was because of their current predicament, but Draco now seemed to realise that Hermione really wasn’t all that bad-looking. Not that he had never actually bothered to look. He had only started taking an interest in girls after they had met; and then he had just regarded her as a ‘Mudblood’ instead of a girl. She wasn’t a classic stunner, but she did have a lot of natural beauty. Good thing she had, because she seemed to refuse in trying to enhance her looks. Actually, if Draco was being honest, he wasn’t all that fond of the fact that girls plastered themselves with a bunch of coloured gue. Whenever he wanted to get a decent snog they’d be more preoccupied with their lipstick getting messed up than with the kissing itself. And afterwards, Draco would always find himself wearing half of the lipstick himself. And that did not come off easily!

Because Hermione was so physically close to him right now, Draco also noticed that she had freckles across her nose. He liked freckles. He thought they were cute and naughty at the same time. He just wished he could move and do some exploring as to see if she had any freckles on other parts of her body.

         “We need to stop again,” Draco informed after Hermione was somewhat done laughing.

         “No, we don’t,” she answered casually.

         “Yes, we do!”

         “Draco, I don’t think you realise how long we’ve been at this. You can’t do this anymore and neither can I!”

         Hermione wasn’t kidding when she had said that. Even though she had taken it slow, she was absolutely exhausted. If Draco was going to climax, she was just going to let him.

         “But you’re not...” Draco said. He knew she hadn’t had much direct contact with her clitoris because she had been avoiding her own climax. He refused to go before she did. Draco Malfoy prematurely ejaculating? That’s just unheard of! Granted, it wouldn’t exactly be ‘premature’ since they had been at it for a very long time, but still...

         “Dammit Malfoy, why can’t you ever take orders?” Hermione asked, exasperated, as she mercilessly clamped her inner muscles around Draco’s arousal.

         “O shit!” Draco cursed as the tension in his lower belly suddenly snapped. He trusted his hips upwards as waves of warmth raced through his body. He grabbed hold unto Hermione’s back. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t think. All he knew was that he was warm and content.

         Hermione gasped at the sight beneath her. The contrast between Draco’s icy poised self and the squirming man under her was overwhelming. She had suspected that he’d even be collected during orgasm. This he was not. It seemed like his mind was totally somewhere else and his body had taken over. Seeing Draco climax was just the most erotic thing she had ever seen.

Draco came down from his orgasm in receding shudders. He opened his eyes and realised what had just happened. Hermione had forced him to climax before she did. Dammit, how was he suppose to fix that now?

         “I- what are you doing?” Draco asked with a frown as he looked up at her.

         “I have been at this for hours and I do not intend to go home unsatisfied,” Hermione said, her voice wavering as her hand had worked itself to where their bodies joined.

         Draco blinked in astonishment. This should be illegal, he reckoned. She was masturbating while they were still joined together? This was exactly why girls should always come first. But on the other hand, it was a stimulating sight though. The way she was squirming on top of him, rubbing her breasts against his chest. If she kept this up he might be able to have another go in a few minutes. She was starting to make little whimpering noises so he knew she was getting close. He could feel her body going rigid against his. With her free hand she had grabbed hold of his shoulder and she was squeezing his flesh harshly, as if she needed to compensate for not being able to squirm about so close to release.

         “Let it out, Hermione,” Draco whispered in her ear. “No use in keeping it bottled up. No one can hear you except for me.”

         “Let it go. I’ve got you,” he whispered again as he tightened his hold on her back a little, hugging her closer to him. Hermione was astounded by what an uncharacteristically sweet gesture that was. She didn’t know if it was by this gesture or if it was just good timing, but just then she found her release. And she did ‘let it go’ as he had asked. She screamed as she came, losing herself in the blistering heat that was boiling over inside of her and pushed her into obscurity.

         She was shuddering during her orgasm and Draco squeezed her closer to him so she couldn’t do any uncontrolled movements in her haze of lessened consciousness. He could feel her pressing her pelvis against his with her hand still between them as her warm juices were coating his limp cock. After a few moments her spasms started receding and her gasps were turning into fatigued pants.

         When Hermione’s mind rejoined her body, a part of it wanted to smack herself. She had let her guard down in front of Draco Malfoy. She had whimpered, moaned, and –dammit- even screamed in front of him. But then again, nothing bad seemed to have happened because she had done so. Almost a minute had past and he still hadn’t called her upon it or made fun of her. Instead he just held her close to him, subconsciously circling his thumb over her spine while she was trying to catch her breath. Without thinking about it Hermione contently snuggled herself closer to the warm body below her. She was still dreadfully cold, but the relaxing post-coitus sensations still coursing through her body made it more bearable.

         “I never thought I’d say this, but I’m glad to be with you, Draco Malfoy. Here at the end of all things.”

         “You’re not still on about that dying thing are you?” Draco asked.

         “Can you Apparate?” Hermione asked pointedly.

         “No,” Draco admitted. I had just tried to give it a shot, but it didn’t work.

         “See! I’m just being realistic.”

         “No, you’re being dramatic. And... You’re not going to sleep are you?” Draco asked after he caught Hermione yawning.

         “No, of course not,” Hermione said, trying to stifle another yawn. “It’s not like I could sleep in this temperature anyway.”

         “Good, because I’m not planning to just lie here with you snoring away on top of me. And besides, perhaps it’s better if...”

         Hermione never got to find out what Draco was rambling on about, since she had just peacefully drifted off to sleep.

*



Hermione found herself waking up from the sound of birds.

         Birds?

         She opened her eyes and quickly squinted them since she was met by rays of agonisingly bright sunlight. After a few moments, when her eyes had adapted to the sunlight, she looked around. She found herself laying in an oversized single’s bed in a large beautifully decorated room. She couldn’t be sure, but -remembering who she had spent the night with- she reckoned she must be in one of the guestrooms of Malfoy Manor. Some time after she had fallen asleep Draco must have found the strength to Apparate them both there. She briefly snuggled herself back under the covers. She was warm! She was so warm she was actually sweating under the pile of blankets, but she didn’t care. She was warm and she was alive. As she turned to her right she noticed a note on the nightstand next to the bed. She reached out and brought it to her face to read it.

         Shower’s behind the door on the left.

         D.M.

         Hermione swallowed nervously. It was now that it fully had sunken in. She had slept with Draco Malfoy! She looked under her covers and blushed madly as she realised that she was naked. He probably had had a good view of her when he had put her in bed. She cringed. The last time she had seen him he had still been inside of her. This whole situation was so messed up!

         After she cleaned and wrapped herself up in a bathrobe she came back to find her clothes neatly folded on the bed next to a tray of toast, fruit, coffee an orange juice. She picked up her clothes and noted that they seemed to be washed. Draco did know how to treat a woman, even though he had probably ordered one of his house elves to do it.

After she was clothed and had eaten a bit, Hermione thought it was best to leave. As she left the bedroom she struggled with herself on what to do. Was she going to sneak out like a thief in the night or look for Draco to exchange several awkward words of parting? In her opinion this was exactly one of those things that proved that she really wasn’t suited to have casual sex. She felt totally uncomfortable and had no idea how she was to behave when she would run into him. Where was she supposed to find him anyway? This place was huge! As she had been walking through the hallway she suddenly found herself looking down a large marble staircase leading to the entrance hall. She descended the stairs in awe. They indeed called it a ‘manor’ for a reason. When her feet touched ground floor she realised that she really couldn’t leave without talking to Draco. It would be just rude. She supposed that –same as with fighting a fully grown mountain troll- you can’t survive a night in the blistering cold without at least becoming friends. Just as she was thinking about which door to take –the one on her left or the one on her right- she heard footsteps approaching.

         “Leaving so soon?” she heard Draco addressing her and she spun around to see him on top of the stairs she had just descended.

         “I was looking for you,” she answered as she watched him coming down the stairs.

         “I’m honoured,” he answered.

         “Drop the sarcasm, Draco,” Hermione said as he stood in front of her. He seemed taller somehow. “I just wanted to thank you for Apparating us back.”

         “You’re welcome,” he answered. “But it’s not like you couldn’t have done it yourself. Maybe if you had been awake.”

         “Yeah. Sorry about that,” Hermione said sheepishly.

         “You snore, you know.” Draco noted amusedly.

         “I do not!” Hermione answered with fake insult. “Girls don’t snore.”



         “Oh yes they do.” Draco smirked. “It’s either that or you’re not a girl. And if anyone knows that you’re a girl, it’s me.”

         At this Hermione couldn’t help but to blush and to stare at her feet in embarrassment.

         “I guess I should be leaving,” she said timidly. “I still have to go and find a replacement for my wand and all.”

         “Right,” Draco said.

         Hermione was a little lost for a second on what to say next. What does one say to a person when parting after a night like they’ve had? Since she didn’t know what else to do she just grabbed his hand and shook it.

         “See you tomorrow at the office,” she said awkwardly.

         Draco smiled at the odd gesture of Hermione shaking his hand, but gave her hand a squeeze in return all the same.

         “Right. See you tomorrow,” he replied.

         As Hermione looked at him while shaking his hand she noticed something changing in his eyes, as if he had just decided on something. Just as she also noticed that he wasn’t letting go of her hand she found herself being pulled against Draco and enveloped in a smothering kiss. She instantly returned it and was shocked at how instinctive that reaction came to her. She felt him nibbling on her bottom lip and running his tongue alongside hers, tasting her. He pulled her closer to him and started making love to her mouth. The kiss was very different from the ones they had shared last night. It was like he was sampling her to see if there was something there. And Hermione had to admit that she was sampling in return. Last night it had been the warmth that had been able to rile up their passion, but now that wasn’t needed anymore. Was there still something without that?

         Their lips parted and they momentarily looked at each other.

         “See you at work, Draco,” Hermione said, again shaking his hand that she was still holding.

         “You too, Hermione,” he answered as he let go of her hand and opened the front door to let her out.

As he watched her crossing the front lawn Draco thought about how utterly disconcerting last night had been. He had been submissive, vulnerable, clumsy and had enjoyed conversing with her during the sex.

“Good Lord,” he thought with a sour face, “it sounds even worse when actually putting it into words.”

As Draco had shut the door behind him he made a pact with himself that he wasn’t going to give up until Hermione was in his arms again. Even if it meant that he had to send her flowers, buy her chocolates, take her to fancy restaurants or do any other corny thing girls want guys to do for them. Last night he had been forced to do everything differently, but he realised that hadn’t really disliked it. Normally he’d never trust anyone to get him in such a vulnerable position. He had learned very early on never to trust anyone. But for some reason he trusted her. He just knew that she wouldn’t exploit the submissive position he had been in or call him on it. She hadn’t been a Slytherin after all. She had been a goodie-goodie Gryffindor, a trait Draco all of the sudden didn’t dislike all that much anymore.

His past experiences also told him that after sleeping with a girl, the mystery vanished. This time the mystery only kicked in after sleeping with her. He still didn’t know what her sensitive spots were, or how she tasted or how she smelled. When he had tucked her into bed it had taken up all of his willpower not to grab her hand, bring it to his nose and smell her dried up juices. At least now he knew what she looked like. He had finally been able to see her, and he liked what he saw. She was absolutely beautiful and he couldn’t believe that he had actually slept with her and had missed it. Together they had shared the most sloppy shag Draco had ever had, but he still would give anything just to do it again. And he was going to. He had just made a pact with himself and a contract is binding. He’d even consider giving her the upper hand again if she wanted him to.

He was going to tease her, make her beg for his touch and just when she’d feel like she would go insane he’d sweep her off her feet and pleasure her for hours on end. He was finally going to touch her wherever he wanted, not having to care about coverings slipping off. He was going to caress her full breasts, nibble on her thighs and lap on her juices as she’d come for him in violent shudders and loud screams. He’d give her so many orgasms that afterwards she would be so dazed that she’d even have trouble remembering her own name.

Even if she hadn’t felt anything during the kiss just now; he was going to make her feel for him. And besides; he always liked a challenge. He just hoped that whenever he touched her he wouldn’t have to spell the room temperature so it would go sub-zero just to make her feel something.

But little did he know that when Hermione had Apparated out of his front lawn she had made a little detour before she was going to buy a new wand.

In her book a dry pair of knickers was a right, not a luxury.

But to put that right into practice she still had to go and buy one.

THE END

A/N 1: As far as I know there is no medical proof that sex can prevent people from freezing to death. It’s possible, but I can’t vouch for it. I just made it up.

A/N 2: And whoever caught the Lord of the Rings-quote gets a cookie.

A/N 3: Please review!
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