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I Didn\'t See It Coming	By : PhoenixRae Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7865 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-the Beginning...
- 2-Risky Game...
- 1
- 2
Disclaimer: As usual Harry Potter and all its
wonderful cast of characters belonged to the wonderful mind and imagination of
its creator, JK Rowling. I am merely borrowing her wonderful "offspring"
to breathe life into my overactive imagination so please, don't sue me!

Summary: Hermione Granger doesn't need the
complication of a relationship. She had her studies to think about and a
boyfriend wasn't advisable if she wanted to graduate on top of her class.
But every now and then she craved for the touch and caress of someone...could
she actually become friends with benefits with someone without risking breaking
her heart in the process?

Setting: Hogwarts, Year 7

PhoenixRae's Notes: I was reading some fic challenges in
one of the groups I'm a member of and came across one that quickly gave me an
idea. This two characters are my first ship choice, but then I got dragged
into reading and loving fics centering on another ship that I barely write fics
about my first ship-fave. Anyway, hope you enjoy this fic.

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I Didn't See It Coming

by PhoenixRae

I. the Beginning...

"One night. One time. That's all I asked."

Hermione Granger stared at herself in front of the mirror in the Head Girl's
bedroom. She was brushing her tangled-up brown hair for the past thirty
minutes now, but she had been brushing the same part over and over again.
She was too lost in her thoughts to pay attention to what exactly she was doing.

She couldn't believe she said those words, made that promise, to the
last man on earth she thought she'd have the nerve to ask. What she asked
of him shouldn't be treated lightly. It was a life-altering experience as
far as she was concerned!

"Oh for pity's sake, girl, you're going to go bald on just one side of your
head!" scolded the frustrated mirror as it watched Hermione brush her hair for
the umpteenth time. "If I had hands I'd brush your hair for you, but given
that I don't, you better quit tormenting that part of your head. Your
Lover Boy wouldn't want to shag you when you're part bald, you know?"

Hermione snapped back to present time and glared at her reflection, but it
wasn't really her reflection she was glaring at. It was the damn mirror
scolding her. God, she should learn to figure things out in her head
instead of talking out loud to herself. She wasn't at home right now where
everything in her room remained inanimate. She was at Hogwarts School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry -- almost everything has eyes, ears and mouth.

"Shut your yap," she scolded the mirror back. "For your information, I
was thinking."

"Really?" the mirror didn't sound convinced. "Well, can you do your
thinking without ruining your hair? I know your bushy brown hair is
the bane of your existence, but my dear, if you'd just listen to me I can help
you work wonders on your hair!"

"I can work wonders on my hair without your help, thank you very
much," Hermione snapped at her mirror.

"If you say so."

The mirror's nonchalant response made Hermione want to hurtle her brush at
the damn thing.

Oh cripes, what am I doing? I want to inflict harm on some stupid
inanimate object? Calm down, Hermione. She resisted the strong
urge to let out her frustration on her mirror and continued brushing her hair,
and this time she made sure she treated her hair to equal brushing and not just
one side. She tried to keep her mind off what was to come later this
evening.

She needed to go about the rest of her day like nothing life-changing was
about to happen. Of course that would be easy enough to do if she
wasn't hounded by what was to come later, after dinner and before the stroke of
midnight.

A shiver passed through her spine. Oh God, midnight. By
midnight tonight her life would've changed -- she hoped.

"Oh get over it, Granger!" She scolded herself out loud, tossing her brush on
her dresser table and got up. "Think positive, woman. He'll
deliver. You know he will. He didn't make such a big fuss about it,
didn't he?" She stopped pacing her mediocre sized bedroom and pondered on
that last bit. "OK, so he made a big fuss about it, but in the end
he relented, didn't he?"

"Oh Merlin, there she goes again blabbering to herself," came a
long-suffering sigh from the direction of her mirror.

Hermione shot another glare at her mirror. Honestly, can't she have
some sort of privacy in her own chambers? She thought acquiring a
room of her own as soon as she was made Head Girl was pure bliss, then she
realized that in the process of acquiring a room of her own, she also acquired a
cantankerous, nosy, mother hen of a mirror!

"Shut your yap, would you? I am trying to analyze things here."

"Sure, sure. But please analyze it in your head and not aloud?"

"What is it to you? This is my room and you're just staying in
it. I suppose I could always have you stored somewhere and be rid of you
for good," she threatened. The mirror was really starting to get on her
nerves.

"Oh-ho! Like that will ever work?" taunted the mirror.

"Don't temp me," Hermione hissed under her breath and stalked out of her room
before she blew the damn mirror up.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she found her shared common room with the
Head Boy empty. She didn't need any distraction right now while she
processed what was to come. She couldn't just bloody jump into this mess
head first without testing the water, could she?

No, she couldn't. That wouldn't be right. Everything had to be
precise and in order. She couldn't afford to muck this up. This was
her only chance. Her one time chance and nobody would ever know.
Well, unless that ruddy sod decided to blabber about their little escapade to
others then her reputation would be tarnished, but as far as she was concerned
he wouldn't dare do that. After all, he wouldn't just ruin her
reputation, he'd also drag his reputation down the drain too if he
blabbered about it to others.

Hermione allowed herself to relax and sank on one of the large dark couches
in front of the fireplace. She fixed her gaze on the slow fire dancing
before her. Her body was slowly relaxing as she continued to watch the
fire, her mind wandering off to a far away place, her peaceful place, and making
her feel lightheaded when a big hand clamped around her shoulder, startling the
bejeepers outta her and made her shot out of the couch like a firebolt.

Head Boy Draco Malfoy stepped back, his hands covering his ears while
Hermione screamed her lungs out, probably breaking a few glasses in the common
room by the loud pitch of her voice.

"For fuck's sakes, Granger, put a sock in it!" berated Draco on top of
Hermione's hysterical screaming. He wanted to make sure his eardrums
remained in tact otherwise he'd have to go through the rest of his seventh year
deaf from his roommate's screaming.

Hearing her roommate's voice telling her to shut up, Hermione finally stopped
her screaming and stared wide-eyed at the person responsible for scaring the
hell out of her. God, where did he come from? She didn't hear his
chamber door open or close nor did she hear their portrait entrance open.

"Where did you come from?" she asked breathlessly, a little too breathlessly
to her liking, but her heart was still pounding like a jackhammer in her chest
as she stared at the blond haired Head Boy.

Draco looked at his roommate pointedly and delivered, in all seriousness,
"From my mother, where else?"

Hermione nearly tripped her jaw the dropped with a resounding thud on
the floor. He just said a joke. Draco Malfoy just said-a-joke!
Hallelujah! She didn't think the man was capable of doing such thing.
But she doesn't really know anything at all about her schoolmate, does she?
Since they were thrown together to share a common room, Hermione slowly began to
observe Draco Malfoy like she've never observed him before. Well, she
hadn't really. And why would she? She hated the git. He made
damn sure to make her life, as well as Harry's and Ron's, a living hell the
whole time they were in school together.

Draco scowled at the brunette. "What? Your bloody Crookshanks got
your tongue, Granger?"

"I-I-I..." Hermione sputtered, her mouth felt like her parents just
injected it with huge dozes of anesthesia to numb it.

"You-you-you what?" Draco sounded bored. He came in to
check up on Granger, to ask her something about the next Head Boy, Head Girl
meeting with the Prefects. He didn't mean to scare her shitless!

Hermione knew she looked --and sounded-- like a complete oaf at the
moment. She didn't think she'd be rendered speechless by someone like
Draco Malfoy, but she was and now she was gathering her scattered wits all over
their common room floor.

Counting one to ten slowly, Hermione did the breathing exercise to calm her
rattled nerves and started from the top. Jutting her chin into the air,
she looked at Malfoy down her nose and cocked an eyebrow.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" She applauded herself for sounding
calm, much calmer now than a few minutes ago.

Draco cocked an eyebrow as well. Granger looked like her knickers were
tied up in a real, nasty knot. He hadn't seen her this jumpy before.
Well, since the beginning of term anyway. Ever since he returned back from
Christmas break he noticed something's changed in his roommate. He
couldn't quite put his finger to it, but something was amiss. But he
wasn't in the mood to find out what has gotten his geeky roommate in a rut.
He was here to ask her a question and that was what he intended to do.
They weren't bosom-buddies per se, however Granger's bosom was something to
behold, especially when it looked ripe and ready to spill out of her
low-collared off-shoulder pink long-sleeved blouse.

Dammit, when did Granger possess such womanly shape? That
was what was hidden underneath her baggy robes? Damn! If he had
known he wouldn't have been so harsh on her.

What the hell are you thinking, you silly sod? He mentally
scolded himself when he realized where his run away thoughts were carrying him.

"Well?" Hermione tapped her foot on the floor impatiently, her arms
crossed and her head cocked to the side waiting for him to say something.

Draco cleared his throat and straightened his shoulders. "I just came
to remind you of our meeting with the Prefects. It's today before dinner,"
he answered matter-of-factly.

"Oh. Oh!" Hermione felt her cheeks turn three shades of
red. The meeting with the Prefects! Damn, she forgot about that.
It was today? Oh Merlin, she forgot all about it because she was too
preoccupied with...it doesn't matter. She better remember that it was
before dinner tonight otherwise Malfoy wouldn't stop breathing down her back if
she missed it. "Right, right. It's tonight at five. I'll be
there." She nodded, now if only she'd remember where exactly they
agreed to meet it would help her loads.

"The meeting's in Professor Snape's classroom, Granger," Draco casually
informed her, a smug smile plastered on his face before he strode back to
wherever he came from.

Hermione felt herself blushing from head to foot now from utter
embarrassment. Gawd, she wouldn't hear the end of it from that soddy git!

= = = = =

Hermione was rushing back to her dormitory in a huff. She didn't think
the meeting with the Prefects would last well into dinner time! They had
so much to cover and so little time to do so. She already sent word to the
Headmaster that she along with the Head Boy and the Prefects wouldn't be able to
make it for dinner, there was just so much to be discussed and apparently none
of the Prefects could wait until their next meeting to set all the cards on the
table.

Bugger, bugger, bugger! She'd be late for her date at the Astronomy
tower! She needed some time to get changed from her day clothes to
something...well, not too fancy, but something more sexy -- if she ever
owned anything of the sort! She knew Ginny'd lend her something saucy, but
she couldn't possibly ask the sixth year to come to her aide now without raising
warning bells. No, she must do this alone and make do with whatever outfit
she could pull out of her trunk and don on.

Nearly yelling her password at the portrait, Hermione ran towards the
direction of her private chamber when she was stopped en route to her room by
Dobby.

Dobby?!

Oh no...Hermione groaned inwardly when she saw the friendly house elf.
This can't be good. If Dobby was here then that meant...oh fuckit!
She'd be wringing his bloody neck if what Dobby was holding was a letter from
him.

"Dobby?"

"Miz Mione," Dobby smiled up at her and held up his hand, "I is asked to give
this to Miz Mione."

"T-thank you, Dobby." On shaky hands Hermione took the envelope the
house elf handed her, missing the glistening of the elf's big eyes.

"Miz Mione is welcomes," he bowed and disappeared from view, leaving Hermione
to read the letter in private.

But Hermione didn't need to open the damn envelope to know what was in it.
She knew. Oh bloody hell she knew what she'd read; what she'd find
in there. He wouldn't come. The soddy git wouldn't come.

He stood her up!

= = = = =

Draco entered his shared common room with a start. He had been delayed
after the meeting when one of the Slytherin sixth year stopped him on his way
back to his own dormitory. She apparently wanted to talk, but Draco
had played that game for far too long and by talk she actually meant
shag.

Too bad he wasn't in a shagging mood this evening. He would've shagged
a willing participant such as that nice piece of sixth year flesh -- if his
heart and mind was into it. Alas, not even his libido wanted that
kinda action from the girl.

He was just on his way to his chamber when he heard a sobbing sound coming
from the darkened corner of the common room. The lights were out and the
only light in the room came from the roaring fire in the hearth.
Everything was cast in an eerie shadow as he looked about the room in search of
the sobbing sound.

Bloody hell, who snuck into the Head Boy and Girl's room to sob? It
couldn't be Granger. That girl was too damn private she'd rather be dead
than be caught sobbing out in the open. She'd take herself to the comfort
of her damn room for all he cared. So who in bloody blazes was crying?

He spent a good five minutes turning the place upside down in search of the
sobbing sound. When the last of the furniture in the room was upended,
Draco blew out an irritated sigh and threw up his arms.

"Alright, who in the bloody hell is crying? Show your damn self as I am
in no mood to be searching for you any more than I have to."

Silence. Draco's ears perked up. After a couple of seconds the
sobbing started again. He snarled and clenched his fists.

"Dammit, I hate sobbing doxies!" he hissed through his gritted teeth.

"I...am not...a doxy--hic!" boomed Hermione's broken, sobbing voice
from somewhere hidden in the room.

"Granger?" Draco sounded surprised. "What the--where are you?" he
demanded. He practically tore the entire room up in search of her and
still he didn't find her.

"Sod off, Malfoy!" she yelled.

"Not until you stop that racket you're making! It's annoying. And
why are you sobbing out here? Take it to your room and cry in there!"
He felt ridiculous arguing with someone he can't see. Where the hell did
Granger hid herself?

"Why don't you go back to your damn room and cast a noise blocking
charm? Sound proof your damned room for all I care! Just leave me
alone, Malfoy!"

And he bloody well should. Only he couldn't. His feet were rooted
on the floor he was standing on, unable to move away even if he wanted to.
He couldn't explain why he shouldn't just do what he was told. He
doesn't care a whit about Granger and her problems. It was late. He
was cranky. And he had a bloody paper to finish writing for Potions.
Actually he had to start the paper first in order to finish it, so he
really must get cracking at it; the weekend's almost over.

"I highly doubt my sound proofing my room will block out your annoying
wailing," he chided, spreading his legs wider and crossed his arms over his
chest. "Now, either you show your surly, doxy face to me or scamper back
into your room and sob to your heart's desire there." He only meant to
taunt her just a little. He didn't expect Granger to come flying down the
stone spiral staircase that led to her bedroom entrance and attack him with
blunt force using her fists.

"Damn you! I told you I am not a doxy!" She yelled to the
top of her lungs, her fisted hands flying on Draco's chest. She let her
anger and frustration out on the first person to cross her path. Draco was
the poor sod who dared taunt her and garnered the brunt of her anger.

Draco caught the petite brunette's flailing fists before it did damage to his
face. He didn't mind using his chest for a punching bag. The school
uniform and robes would be able to hide it, but him sporting a nice shiner
somewhere on his face? How the hell would he explain that?!

"Heel, horsey, heel!" He commanded, his hands on Hermione's wrists
felt like strong vises.

"Take it back!" Hermione screamed, her face wet from tears she'd
obviously been crying since...since Merlin knows when. "Take it back,
Malfoy!"

"Take what back, Granger?" She was rip-roarin' drunk!
Well, he took a sniff and didn't catch any scent of spirits in her breath, but
she sure as hell was acting like she'd had one too many spirits!

"Doxy!" She was hysterical. Draco knew she was. He'd
seen this happen before. Twice, to be more precise. It happened
every time he decided to end a relationship with some clingy friend with
benefits. "You called me a damn doxy, you soddy prick! And I am
not a doxy!" She paused to take in a lungful of breath before
continuing. "In order for one to be referred to as a doxy, one must have a
lover -- or a series of lovers, for that matter -- and I most
certainly have not even gone as far as second base, you stupid git!"

Okay, too much information there for his own good. Draco could gladly
do without knowing Granger was as pure as the day she was born! Well, not
so pure, but compared to his person? She was like a newborn babe!

"Whoa! Granger, calm down, will ya? So what if you haven't
gone as far as second base? What's it to you? Besides, you have your
whole damn valedictorian-shit going for you to actually worry about not
having seen nor touched something that belonged to the opposite sex!"
What the hell was he saying? Why should he care about Granger's damn
innocence?

"It matters a lot!" She wailed in that high-pitched voice Draco heard
earlier that evening. "It...matters...a...lot..." She lost the fight
she had in her as she sobbed out the last word.

Draco was glad when her flailing fists stopped, but he wasn't prepared to
have her face -- her tear-streaked face -- pressed up against the front of his
shirt, soaking it. Oh bludger! Next to clingy women, Draco
hated sobbing women who clung to him and soak the front of his shirt.

"For Merlin's sake, Granger! Get away from me!" He protested and
grabbed the brunette by the arm, intending to push her away. But the
clingly little bit wouldn't let go. "Granger..." he hissed.

Hermione's sobbing turned to quiet sobs, some hiccups and more sighing that
nearly made Draco hit the roof. He was standing in the middle of the
bloody common room with a mudblood -- a ruddy alluring, all curves mudblood --
sobbing in his arms, well, technically in his arms as he was trying to
push her away.

"I only wanted to belong, dammit! To be able to do things others do.
Here in school or while in school," she choked out, her voice muffled
against his soaked shirt.

Aw fuck, not the talk. He wasn't good with this kind of
talking. What should he say? Should he do something like pat her
back maybe? Or should he just let her talk? Bugger that. He
didn't want to get bored listening to her whine and gripe about wanting to
belong.

"And I was very close, so damn close, to probably going all the way with
someone, but the damned fool ditched me!" She went on regardless of whether or
not Draco was listening to her.

Ah, bingo! Sometimes listening helped a person a helluva
lot. And it did help him understand what came over this little spitfire
pouring her wee little broken heart out on the front of his shirt.

"So, the bloke ran the opposite direction with his tail tucked between his
legs as soon as he realized he'd be seeing you naked, hm?"

A resounding SMACK! echoed in the suddenly silent room. Hermione
pulled herself away from Draco's chest, her hand imprinted in red on the blond's
pale cheek. Draco was too stunned to move or say something smart-alecky at
the moment. He was shocked at the brunette's quick reflexes. One
second she was clinging to him will all her life and the next she had those arms
unwrapped from around his waist and a hand connected with his cheek.

"What the hell was that for?" Draco snapped when he finally found his
voice. He hadn't been the recipient of Granger's slap since third year,
and back then it wasn't as hard as she slapped him now.

"Am I really that hideous looking that I can't get a boy to shag me?"
She demanded, her eyes shooting sharp daggers at him. "I know I am not
perfect. I am not as attractive as the other girls from my house and the
rest of the school. My hair is bushy and the bane of my very damn
existence. My teeth weren't perfect before either, but I did something
about it after you hexed me to have rabbit teeth!" She poked him
hard on the chest, the fire in her eyes was back and she started advancing
towards him.

Draco backed up a bit, clamping his mouth shut to prevent himself from saying
something smart and earn another slap from her.

"Granger--"

"I buried my nose in books and tons of homework because I wanted to be
on top of the class honours' list. I ignored boys because I knew
they'd be distraction to me. I worked my damn arse off this past
seven years to be where I am now. Head Girl. I should be happy.
Content even. But I am not. I am missing something, Malfoy. I
am missing a helluva lot!" She finally stopped her advancing and poking
before Draco was backed up against the fireplace, but she was far from finished
with her spiel. "Boyfriends I can do without, thank you very much.
But I couldn't possibly leave this school without at least experiencing
snogging a boy senseless! Everyone's done it. Heck, you've
done it quite a few times so you're not a real complete idiot in the art of
having sex. Me?" Hermione let out a self-mocking chuckle. "I
am the Fucking Virgin Hermione! I am the odd one. Harry's
shagged at least a couple of his girlfriends. Ron's done the same.
Heck, even Ginny's hit a home run with her current beau. Me? I
haven't even gotten down on my knees and took a guy's dick in my mouth!
For once in my life I want to do something out of context. Something so
un-Hermione-like."

"And how do you suppose to snog a boy senseless if you don't want a
boyfriend, hm?" Gotten down on her knees and took a guy's dick in her
mouth? Draco gulped audibly. Damn, he was probably shagging the
wrong girls! Don't even think about tarnishing your rep, Malfoy, a
small voice at the back of his head warned.

"That's why I propositioned one of my bloody wanker of a best friend to help
me out! It was just for one night. This one night. The
only time we're ever going to do it, then afterwards we won't speak of
it." She explained matter-of-factly.

She really took her time thinking this through. Draco supposed losing
one's virginity mattered a lot, especially to girls. But damn, Granger
even planned to lose her virginity tonight. And propositioned one
of her best friends? Why couldn't she just let go? For once couldn't
she do something 'un-Hermione-like' without planning the whole damn thing?

"Granger, somehow I doubt neither Potter nor Weasley would be able to satisfy
your carnal needs," he said smugly. Those two were all hype, nothing more.
Sure they suddenly became the most sought-after boys at Hogwarts, and it was all
thanks to them becoming Quidditch superstars for their house team and proved to
be an unbeatable team once out on the pitch, but Draco has yet to encounter a
member of the female species blustering about either Potter or Weasley's talent
behind closed doors.

"Are you saying you can?"

Draco saw challenge cross those pretty brown eyes of hers. He didn't
mean for it to sound that way. What the hell was he saying? Of
course he knew he was better than Potter and Weasley combined otherwise none of
the girls in school would've dogged his ever damn step. But that he wasn't
propositioning himself to relieve Granger off her virginity!

Oh no. Nope. No, siree. Thank you very much, but he'd pass.

"Look Granger, you're--"

"I'm what, huh? Horny, frustrated and pissed off, huh?"

She said it not him so she better not be blamin' him for calling her horny
and frustrated and pissed off.

"Look, you don't really have to go through losing your virginity now.
If it's time for you to lose it, you'll lose it -- no questions asked."
God, where did that insightful spiel came from? His noggin needed
to be checked.

Hermione looked surprised at what he just said. She too couldn't
believe she'd hear those words come out of the sod's mouth. Was his
pumpkin juice spiked earlier?

Draco had to do a double take as when he finally allowed himself to look at
Granger's face. The flickering light cast by the fire made her face glow,
even with tear stains on her lush cheeks, she looked...well, heavenly. No,
not heavenly. More like angelic and very...very...oh cripes, what
the hell was he thinking? This was Hermione 'Mudblood' Granger he was
looking at not some alluring girl throwing herself at him! But Granger
was an alluring bit. A bit loony, like right now, but she was alluring
and, damn him to the pit pyres of hell, but he found Hermione Granger a tad bit
on the sexy side he really needed to get his noggin checked!

"You know, Malfoy, you just said a load of bull right now," Hermione didn't
sound the least bit convinced of what he said.

Thank Merlin for that! But instead of being fully relieved,
Draco was a mite bit disappointed that she didn't take him seriously.

"Whatever. I was just trying to help you cool your heels." He
gave a nonchalant shrug and cocked an eyebrow at her.

"Oh, so now you're accusing me of being hysterical?"

Will she ever quit putting words to his mouth? Draco let out an
exasperated sigh and shook his head. Merlin, give him a horny and willing
girl anytime -- he'd do her. But a horny and frustrated girl?
It was torture!

"Must you always think that way of yourself, huh, Granger?
Sounds to me that you're on your merry little ride to Self-Pity Land, I don't
think I'd want to board that train to there."

"I am not!" She denied.

"Yes, you are," he informed her sadly. "Heck, you're doing a damn good
job of pitying yourself by berating on how your best friend turned his back on
you and on how you can't snag a guy to shag you and on and on you go. You
won't get laid if you kept on doing that."

"Kept on doing what?" She looked lost and confused. And she
looked cute when she had that expression on her face. Draco wanted to kiss
those confused-pouting lips of hers, but he quickly stopped himself.

Definitely out of his mind, he concluded and gave himself a mental shake.
He mustn't let Granger distract him with her womanly wiles, and the said wiles
that were just now being visible to his naked eyes.

"You can't plan who you end up sleeping with, Granger. If it's
gonna happen, then it will damn well happen!"

"But if I don't plan it, no one would end up sleeping with me.
I'd graduate from Hogwarts still a virgin."

Draco cocked an eyebrow at her reply. Most girls would hang on to their
damn virginity for dear life until they were ready to settle down. But
Granger? Damn, she was determined to lose it to some bloke she
propositioned to sleep with her.

"I don't see any problem with that," he shrugged.

"You don't?" She sounded surprised, and she damn better well be!
He couldn't believe he just said what he said either. "B-but you banged
every damn girl in school already! Well, almost every damn girl in
school."

"So? That doesn't mean I have a problem with girls graduating from
Hogwarts still a virgin."

"Oh sweet Merlin, I must be mad!" She muttered more to herself than to
Draco. She took a step away from him and half turned away from him.
"I'm not only a virgin, but a hideous virgin at that who can't get even
her best mate to shag her."

Draco rolled his eyes skyward when he heard her 'I am not pretty' monologue.
He snaked his hand out and grabbed her wrist, stopping her from taking a step
away from him.

Hermione stiffened when she felt his hand on her wrist. She looked down
at the long fingers wrapped around her small wrist and let her eyes travel up
the arm of its owner before her eyes landed on his face. She looked at him
questioningly. Why did he stop her? She was about to leave him alone
since that was what he wanted her to do minutes ago.

"Malfoy?"

"You're not hideous, Granger. Sure you aren't the prettiest girl in all
of Hogwarts, but that's because unlike the other girls here, you don't care much
about the way you looked. You dress up the way you felt most comfortable
in. You don't dress to impress, Granger. You dress to be
comfortable. You're not a loner because you bury your nose in a book all
the time. You're a smart girl. Everyone in school knows that.
You think boys don't like you when in fact, they do, but you just intimidate
them. You're smart, and they think they aren't up to par with your
intelligence."

"Harry and Ron aren't up to par with my intelligence, but I still talk to
them. Even Neville and Seamus and Dean," she pointed out with that
doe-eyed innocent expression of hers.

"Those are your mates, Granger. I'm talking about guys who wants to be
more than just your friend."

Hermione let out an unladylike snort. "Yeah, that'll be the day when a
guy realizes he wants me to be more than just his friend."

"God, Granger, how thick can you be?" He hissed in frustration.
Here he was trying to boost her damn deflated ego and she was doing a dandy job
of keeping it deflated. How Potter and Weasley put up with her he doesn't
know nor would he want to know. She was a frustrating little twit.

"I don't have to be thick to know I can so much as attract a dust bunny,
Malfoy."

"You're wrong," Draco growled and gave her wrist a slight tug. "You're
damn wrong," he repeated before his mouth came crushing down on hers, claiming
her shocked, parted lips in a kiss so consuming it rocked him to the core of his
being.

She tasted so damn sweet and soft. Her lips felt like rose petals
against his tongue as he snaked out it to trace the counter of her succulent
lips. He heard her moan against his mouth, twisting her body around until
her front was pressed against his, their mouths clung on to one another's.

Draco let go of her wrist then. He let his hands wander. He
gripped her waist clad in that damn pink off-shoulder blouse she wore earlier,
giving him a sneak peek of those luscious womanly orbs that tantalized him all
afternoon -- and throughout the entire meeting -- long.

Hermione let Draco part her mouth with his tongue's prodding. Gasping
when his tongue found hers and engaged her in a bit of a tongue-swordfight.
She hadn't done this kind of kissing before. Her first and only kiss had
been a year ago when she was caught under a mistletoe while at the Burrow and
Ron happened to be there too. They shared an awkward, chaste kiss under
the mistletoe that doesn't even come close to what Malfoy was doing to her.
She jumped when Draco slipped his hands under her blouse. Soft and big,
one hand splayed on the small of her back while the other slowly moved up,
searching for her breasts and upon finding, gave her ample-sized tit a squeeze.

Draco groaned when he felt Granger shiver in his arms, his hand on her
bra-clad breast. He was thankful it was the strapless kind and he easily
pulled it down, exposing her warm, soft breast to his touch. His fingers
found her nipples, erect and tight. He pinched it and grinned against her
lips when she jumped at the action.

"You liked that?" He whispered against her mouth, suckling at her bottom lip.

Hermione's brain was turned to mush at the moment. She only managed to
nod and remained frozen while Draco Malfoy lavished her mouth with the most
erotic kiss she'd ever experienced.

Draco chuckled and ran kisses down the side of her mouth to her chin, then
moved downward still and trailed kisses down her neck before stopping just above
her chest. He removed his lips from her heated flesh, causing her to moan
in protest. He chuckled again and planted a quick kiss on her lips before
his hands were removed from under her shirt.

Hermione's eyes snapped open and started at Malfoy in horror. Oh bloody
hell couldn't possibly leave her in her current state of arousal! She was
practically creaming her pants with anticipation at what was about to happen.

Draco saw fear glaze those wonderful brown orbs. She thought he was
gonna leave her after what he just tasted. Well, she had another think
coming. Grabbing the end of her blouse, he whipped it up and off her in a
flash, exposing her wondrous upper body for his viewing pleasure. He saw
her bra that he yanked off her breasts and with one hand he reached behind her
to unhook it. Hermione was impressed at how well he knew how to unhook a
bra. Then again he had shagged quite a few girls in school.

Now Hermione Granger stood before him in her nearly naked glory. Being
close to a foot shorter than him, Draco knelt down before her, taking each
ripened breast into his hands and gently massaged them. His gray eyes
watched the Head Girl's face; it had a mixture of wanton desire and
embarrassment. Such an innocent this young woman was. Such innocence
and wantonness. He was turned on by that notion. He's had wanton
girls before, but mix that with innocence? Never.

He was the smart one now, teaching Hermione Granger the joys of having sex.

Pinching her nipples until it stood in full attention, Draco moved his head
forward and took one enticing breast into his mouth while his hand kept busy
massaging the other. Flicking his tongue over the hardened bud, he heard
Granger's sharp intake of air and grinned inwardly. She was liking this.
Good. After lavishing one breast with his mouth and tongue, he moved on to
the other, treating it with the same care he did the other one.

Hermione felt like her knees were Jell-O. They were wobbly and about to
give away underneath her if Malfoy wouldn't stop what he was doing. But
she didn't want him to stop. What he was doing was wonderful. Oh
sweet Merlin, his expert mouth and tongue suckling at her breasts like a
babe...Hermione finally managed to lift her limp arms and raked her fingers
through her roommate's mass of platinum blond hair, pushing his head closer,
wanting him to swallow her breast whole.

Draco knew she was liking this. Her vise-like grip on his skull was
enough indication she was being driven to the edge. And he only just
begun. Once he was satisfied with her well-lubricated breasts, his mouth
trailed downwards once again, planting butterfly kisses across her flat abdomen
and stopped right about the hem of her jeans. Undoing the button and
zipper, he proceeded to pull it down until it pooled around her ankles. He
helped her out of her shoes and the took the pants -- along with her not-so-sexy
cotton panties -- completely off her.

Draco was surprised when he saw her nearly shaved haven before him. He
didn't think she'd be the type to do that. Grinning wickedly, he blew at
her exposed flesh, hearing her moan throatily before he planted his lips just
above her lower lips. She smelled so sweet and fresh. He never liked going
down on girls. Quite a few of them stunk, but Granger's snatch...it was
heaven to have his tongue buried between her forbidden place.

Hermione braced her legs apart a bit when she knew what Malfoy intended to
do. She read from some smutty romance novel of men going down their women,
and she had a distinct feeling this was what Malfoy was doing. And
he better stop blowing on her snatch before she lost it!

"Malfoy..." she growled, her eyes met his grinning ones.

"Relax, Granger," he assured and felt his hands on her thighs, urging them to
part a bit more to make room for him.

Hermione did what she was asked and spread her legs a bit wider, his eyes not
leaving the blond haired Slytherin's head and watched as he lowered his head and
dove for her snatch. His tongue licked her from the bottom to the top,
making her gasp for a much needed air and nearly passed out at the sensation.

Draco knew he did something right and did it again. On his last attempt
he paused and planted a kiss just above her pussy lips.

"Oh God..." came Hermione's throaty response to his tongue's sweet assault on
her. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, using them to support her
upright position. This was torture. Pure, utter, completely sick
torture. She only dreamt of feeling these feelings Malfoy was invoking
in her. Damn but he was good at this!

Draco's grin grew wider as he continued to flick his tongue up, down, and
sideways right on her love button where he knew it would drive her wild with
desire. Hell, he didn't think a muggle would taste this good. In his
wild escapades concerning a member of the opposite sex, he made a rule to
always stick with purebloods; they're better than muggles. He was damn
wrong. Standing before him, her hands grasping his shoulders as hard as
she could while he pleasured her with his mouth and tongue, was a fine example
of a damn good muggle lay! Her throat moans and groans, accompanied by her
occasional swearing as he continued to pleasure her was music to his ears.
He knew she was close to the point of exploding, and he'd be willing to take her
there and wait for her to come back down to earth for round two...

= = = = =

Laying spread-eagle like on the large couch in the middle of their shared
common room, Hermione looked up at the god illuminated by the fire from the
hearth. His chest was wide, shoulders broad. His torso was rippling
with muscles and his hair lay limp and loose over his sweat-dampened forehead.
He knelt before her parted legs, positioning himself at her entrance. His
breathing came out raggedly, like he just run a marathon. Well, why
wouldn't he? She too felt like she'd just run a marathon after their
prolonged foreplay.

She was still reeling from having had to go down on him after he took her to
the edge of the earth and back. She didn't think she'd climax that hard --
and it was only his mouth and tongue doing their wonders!

"Are you ready for this, Granger?" He asked, the head of his manhood pressed
against her wet opening.

It was now or never. Taking a deep breath, Hermione met his gaze and
gave him a curt nod. For the briefest of seconds she thought she saw
uncertainty cross the handsome Slytherin boy's face before he plunged himself
deep in to her, breaking the barrier that separated her from girl to woman.

Hermione knew it would hurt the first time, but hot danggit, she didn't
expect it to hurt this much! With a loud yelp she bulked beneath him,
taking a sharp intake of breath as she waited for the pain to go away.
Malfoy remained motionless after his first plunge, his hands holding her thighs
tightened. Tears escaped from her tightly closed eyelids as she counted
one to ten, calming herself down and waited for her body to fully adjust to his
size that invaded the depth of her being.

"Oh God...oh God...oh God..." she moaned, shaking her head from side to side
while biting her lower lip. Sweet Merlin, she was making a mess of this!
Her body couldn't seem to relax. The pain won't go away and Malfoy wasn't
moving! "Oh God...oh God...oh God..."

He was going to pull out. He wasn't going to finish what they started.
He'd leave her hanging like this. God, she was a mess! He probably
wasn't used to this type of reaction from the girls he bedded. Where was
that class? Where was her so-called poise? Gone. It flew out
the damn window as soon as he broke her hymen and made her tense-up underneath
him.

But then something unexpected happened. With her eyes still closed, she
felt something heavy and smooth leaned down on her. Her bared chest
connected with another bared chest. Warm air blown on her suddenly chilled
face, and something low, very whisper-like, penetrated her clouded mind.

"Shh...shh...it's okay. It's okay, sweetheart. Just relax.
We have all night. No need to rush things."

It was Malfoy!

Hermione's eyes pried open, wide as a full moon she stared at the face of her
lover, her one-night lover, leaning down on her, whispering sweet words
of encouragement to her. She thought she was dreaming. This was a
side of Draco Malfoy she hadn't seen before. He looked and sounded like he
cared for her.

Don't be ridiculous, Granger! She mentally scolded herself. A
pureblood like Malfoy wouldn't give a whit about her well-being. He was
horny and after a good lay. He wanted her to calm down so he could get on
with and be done with it quickly.

"Ma--" She was cut off from saying anything when Malfoy covered her
mouth with his. It wasn't a rough kiss. It was tender and full
of...passion. He was kneading her lips, suckling on her upper then her
bottom lip, relaxing her tensed body. The next thing she knew, the pain
was gone and he was moving again. In and out. In and out. Her
legs wrapped around his waist, locking her ankles together as she helped him
move in and out of her. His mouth remained latched on to hers,
occasionally he'd whisper something almost inaudible to her as he picked up the
pace.

Soon Hermione was riding a tidal wave that would come crashing down soon.
Squeezing her eyes tight and biting hard on her lower lip, she could feel it
getting higher and higher. She made a gurgly sound in her throat.
She didn't want to scream. She mustn't scream. He didn't like
her screaming to the top of her lungs even though her entire body's overcome
with such passion that she needed to let it loose.

"Don't hold it in," demanded Malfoy, his forehead creased to a frown as she
watched the petite brunette's contorted face. "Let it out, Granger.
Let it out," he cajoled as he quickened the pace. He wanted to be there
for her, to experience her climax with her. God, he never wanted to climax
at the same time with any girl before. But with Granger...he couldn't
explain it. He wanted to be there for her, with her, and share the
moment together.

Hermione pried her eyes open once again, meeting the steel gray orbs that was
looking at her intensely. "But--but you told me to put a sock in it
earlier when I screamed."

Oh Merlin she was priceless! Draco's upper lip curled to a smirk.
"Not when you're in heat, Granger. Not when you're in heat," he told her
before swooping down to give her a quick kiss. "Now scream for me,
Mudblood."

And she did. Hermione knew she wouldn't be able to hold it much longer
and released what was building up inside her. Draco was with her at the
same time, both of them yelping out in pure, unadulterated bliss as they rode
wave upon wave of ecstasy. Neither one of them noticed the time nor did
they care. A spent and sweating Draco fell on top of an equally sweaty and
spent Hermione, their breathings mingled in the suddenly still room.

Somewhere far away a clock bell rang. It was midnight. Hermione
got what she wanted...and more...

= = = = =

A/N: I believe I'll end this one here on this note. I'm
thinking this is going to be more than just a one-shot. I thought about
it, but I had tons of ideas on where to take this. I hope you enjoyed it.
If you want me to continue, just let me know. Actually, I am already
working on the next chapter as I type this, hehehehe *winks*
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