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Common sense never plays a part in love.	By : Kyrian Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3711 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Common sense never plays a part in love.
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�You don�t understand!� she screamed, �You
never do!�

Hermione spun and tried to leave the room,
not wanting to be surrounded by him, his room, his scent, anything that was
him.

�What don�t I understand Granger?� he
goaded, his voice unusually calm. He stood in front of the exit, his large body
filling the doorframe, not allowing escape.

�They�re my best friends, nothing else, my
friends.� She said; the exasperation clear in her voice. This was an argument
they had often, and she never understood what brought it on. It happened
infrequently so she never seemed to see it coming.

�Your friends?� he scoffed, �I�m sure
that�s all they are to you.�

Her large brown eyes grew wider at the
implication. �What are you saying Malfoy?�

The blond haired man clenched his fists at
his sides. �They can�t keep their damned hands off of you, nor you them.� Draco
hissed.

Standing in the door frame, in his Quiddich
uniform, he made a formidable sight. The emerald green of his house colours,
the leather guards, and the silver snake that proudly blazed on the Slytherin
patch showed the power in his body, both physically and mentally.

There was no way she could out run him or
hide from him; he was a seeker, a Slytherin, and a Malfoy.

But that was what she loved about him. Not
that she would ever tell him, he would laugh at her and smile that mocking
smirk of his, and calmly explain that she was a mudblood and he was pureblood. Okay,
she allowed to herself, he hadn�t called her mudblood since well before the
war the previous year.

A war that he stood by her side for.
Turning his back on his father, and leading the Slytherin house to the side of
light. But he was still a prat. A gorgeous prat that she loved, and could never
be with because he was too damned stubborn.

�Where my hands do or don�t go is none of
your concern Malfoy.� She whispered, hating herself for saying the words,
hurting herself with them. �You�ve made the blatantly clear along time ago.�

That seemed to catch him off guard. He was
furious that after a Gryffindor vs. Slytherin game-which he won- just that
afternoon, she had immediately run to Potter and the Weasel. Not to him.
Not to him, the man who showed her pleasure like she had never had, the man who
was the only one to ever touch her intimately, the man she ran to when angry,
or upset, him. He seemed to be good enough to give her the pleasure and release
she sought in the dark of night, but wasn�t good enough for her smiles, her
hugs, her friendship. Her love.

He was pissed off that she had run out onto
the pitch smiling and threw her arms around the red-headed popper and the
boy-that-was-a-pain-in-the-ass. And yes, it pissed him off that in all the time
they had been involved she never once mentioned anything greater, any emotions
that involved declaring undying love. But he was lost as to what she was
talking about.

Hermione could see the confusion on his
face; he didn�t follow where she was going. Not that she had expected him to.

At the beginning of their sixth year the
two of them seemed to fall into a relationship that was purely physical. The up
coming war, the nearing of the NEWT�s, family pressures, and friends, pushed
both young adults to the end of their ropes. Taunt enough to snap, and snap
they did. One night in the library, they had been arguing over something
neither could remember nor care about and then next moment she was in his lap
and they were kissing each other senseless.

That pattern continued until the end of
their sixth year. Sneaking to the library or his o her single rooms to see each
other when they were stressed, upset, angry, or just horny. The physical
liberties growing with each visit. However, unlike Draco, Hermione was still a
virgin and very anxious about the fact. So sixth year ended with no promises of
seeing each other, love or even affection, and much to Hermione�s dismay that
upset her.

At some point, she had fallen for the
pure-blooded bad boy.

But one night, half way through the summer,
she had woken in her bed. Sitting up to see what had made her wake, she was
surprised to find Draco standing by the fireplace-she had hooked up to the floo
net work for order business and to visit friends.

He wore black silk drawstring pyjama pants,
his long blond hair loose and hanging around his shoulders and large red cuts
and welts covered his body. He was leaning on his forearms that were balanced
on the mantle. When she called his name he refused to look at her.

Hermione rose from the bed and approached
him slowly. His broad shoulders silhouetted by the fire light. The tight coils
of muscles rippled under her touch. She lightly traced a welt on his back.

�Draco, are you alright?� She whispered,
worrying about his silence. �What happened?�

When he finally turned to face her she was
shocked to see the anguish in his eyes. His grey eyes flashing almost black.
�They tried to mark me.� He whispered his voice hoarse. �They tried, but I
wouldn�t let them. They held me down-� he broke off when she threw her arms
around him. Tears streaming from her eyes, wetting his shoulder. She knew what
this meant. Those who he had trusted, the person he never thought would turn on
him had, his father, had indeed done just that. He had hurt his only son.

Draco had left the dark side for good; he
was with the light side now. But this also meant that his father would disown
him. His life would never be the same.

�Let�s clean you up dragon.� She pulled him
to sit on her bed; the endearment had started as a mockingly teasing name months
before, but since had turned into a nick name of sorts.

�You�re crying.� He said slowly.

�Yes, Draco I am.� She said walking to her
bureau to get her first aid kit.

�Why?� When she didn�t answer him, he
continued, �Are you crying for me?�

�Yes.�

He sat perfectly still while she used
muggle ways to clean the wounds, and magic to heal them. No marks were left on
his flawless tanned body once she was done. His eyes never left her as she
worked. When she was finished healing him, she stayed for a moment kneeling
between his thighs. �It�s going to happen soon.� He said. His tone dead panned.

�I know.� She said just as quietly, she
knew what he was referring to; the final battle.

Her brown eyes met his steely grey ones; tension
sizzled in the air, an almost tangible element. They stared at each other for
no longer than a heart beat when with a ragged groan he dragged her up his body
and slanted his mouth over hers. The kiss wasn�t like anything she�d ever felt
with him before. He kissed her like he would die if he didn�t.

His hands were everywhere on her, running
down her arms, caressing her back. She moaned into his mouth. His answering
growl shot straight to her core. He pulled back to strip her tank off of her
chest and over her head, throwing it somewhere unnoticed.

Hermione immediately tensed. No matter how
many times he saw her topless she was always self conscience of her tummy. It
wasn�t as flat as was socially acceptable. She loved chocolate just too much to
give it up and that didn�t help a girls figure.

�God you�re soft.� Draco growled into her
ear as he ran his hands over her stomach and sides. And then suddenly he filled
his hands with her breasts. Hermione gasped and threw her head back. �You�re
beautiful.�

He lightly pinched and rolled her nipples
in his fingers, the calloused pads roughly rubbed the hard nubs, until Hermione
could feel heat pool in her body.

Draco lowered his mouth to the first berry
coloured peak while grinding up against her with his hardness. Hermione moaned
in the back of her throat at the contact.

While he laved her breasts with expert
attentions, she ran her hands down his chest feeling the hard planes that
contrasted so much with her soft body. She traced the lines of his muscled
shoulders, loving the feeling of the muscles rippling under her fingers. She
flicked her fingers over the flat brown nipples on his chest and smiled when he
growled again and captured her mouth again.

Her fingers continued there path down his
body to splay across his abs. A beautifully defined six pack that never failed
to make her melt. She giggled into his mouth when he jerked under her hands. He
was ticklish there, and she loved knowing that she was the only one to know
that.

His grip on her hips tightened as her
fingers dipped below the band of his pants, playing in the course hairs that lead
to his hardened cock.

�Hermione� he whispered against her
shoulder where his head lay. He tugged on her shorts to pull them off, his eyes
widened then darkened to an almost black colour, when he discovered she wore no
panties underneath.

�God-�

She smiled and loosened his pants to slide
them off. He helped by lifting his hips, as well as rub against her. Hermione
moaned at the contact, loving it when he ground against her to show her how
hard she made him.

Once they were both naked Draco flipped them
over so he loomed above her. His eyes flashed a brilliant blue while he stared
at her, just enjoying rubbing against her- skin on skin.

Hermione arched her back to feel more of
him, and was rewarded with a nip to her shoulder. Draco rubbed his shaft up and
down against her loving the feeling of her juices on him.

�I need you Hermione.� He said softly. �I
want you.�

Hermione looked up at him her eyes glazed
in a sexual daze, her innocence shone in her eyes making him kiss her softly
this time.

When he finally let her lips go she smiled
at him, a brilliant trusting smile. And said: �I want to feel you inside me.�

Blinded by her smile and her trust in him
he grabbed himself and pushed his throbbing head into her slowly.

Hermione gasped at the sensation. Draco bit
his lip to keep from crying out. Just his head stretched her; she knew how
large he was- both in length and girth. He pumped in and out of her a few times
with just his head, hesitant to hurt her.

�Draco, I want to feel all of you inside me.�
She said kissing his neck. �Please.�

He pulled back once more with a nod and
plunged into her. Hermione shrieked at the new sensations but was surprised to
feel no pain. Draco swallowed her shriek and continued to kiss her with
everything he had.

He continued to pump in and out of her
tight wet sheath, while he reached down to play with her clit.

Hermione wiggled underneath him until she
found his rhythm. His eyes never left hers as he continued pleasuring her. The
small sounds she made in the back of her throat encouraged him to make her climax.
He wanted to see her cum, he wanted to know that he could give her that after
all she had given to him.

She didn�t know it, but it was her that
made him turn from his destined path in life. It was her that showed him that
muggles and muggle born�s were just as capable as wizards, they were simply
different.

But most important she showed him caring,
mutual affection. At least he hoped she felt at least affection for him. But
with the brown haired witch squirming beneath him, Draco found it hard to
maintain any thoughts.

When she tensed, her eyes flashing, Draco
bit into her shoulder and whispered harshly into her ear, �Say my name. Scream
it; know that it�s me giving you this. No one else.�

Hermione was swamped with sensations and
then she shattered, his words all that she needed to reach that peak he had
been driving her too.

�DRACO!� She screamed, convulsing with
pleasure beneath his strong, solid body.

Draco had enough sense to mutter a
silencing spell when they had started, quickly muttered a contraception spell
before he followed her off the edge of pleasure.

Roaring her name above her cries, he
emptied himself inside her, loving the feeling of her tight sheath milking him
for everything he had.

Hermione was washed with the warmth of his
release and was sent spiralling into another numbing orgasm.

Draco collapsed on top of the sated witch.
He lay there for a few moments enjoying her hands running up and down his back
in a soothing motion.

Finally he turned over, taking Hermione
with him. Lying on his back with Hermione sprawled on his chest.

�Draco?� Hermione whispered, almost scared
to break the silence after what just happened. The intensity still reverberated
throughout the room.

�Hm?� he answered sleepily.

�Thank you.�

Draco reached down and with a finger under
her chin lifted her face to meet his eyes. �Thank you Hermione.� He flashed her
a sexy smile. �Did I hurt you?�

�No. You never hurt me.� She said smiling
into his chest.

�Go to sleep love.� He said softly.

Hermione snuggled up to his side and fell
into a slight doze, sated and happy. His warmth lulled her into a peaceful
place. Hours later when he moved to get up, she woke but didn�t move.

Draco leaned down and kissed her softly, thinking
she was still asleep he whispered. �I love you Hermione. But I can�t be with
you yet. I�m a pureblood and you�re a mu-� she tensed at the word �-ggle born.
I have a lot to do and so do you. But you�re mine Hermione. Mine.�

And with that he got up, she could hear him
dressing but kept her eyes closed. She could feel the tears prick her eyes, but
she refused to make it any harder for him. The rush of the fire sounding told
her that he was gone.

She lay in bed for hours staring into the
fire crying.

It was only a month later that the final
battle occurred; the casualties for the order were few but hard felt. Harry
triumphed over Voldemort and once the new school year began the dark ominous
cloud that had been hanging over everyone was lifted.

With the surprise support of almost all the
Slytherin house during the battle went a long way to enforce House unity in their
seventh year. In actual fact Harry Potter had entered into a relationship with
none other than Pansy Parkinson.

But much to Hermione�s dismay, Draco seemed
to stay adamant about his declaration months before about them never being
together. As head students they shared a common room and bathroom, and had
continued there physical relationship. Sex and sexual play was common between
the two of them, but every so often Draco would have one of these fits that
baffled Hermione to no end.

She didn�t understand his problem with her
friends.

Hermione snapped back to the current
situation, realizing Draco still hadn�t said anything. She shook her head.
�Just forget about it Malfoy.�

He shook his head in response. �What do you
mean it�s none of my concern. Of course it is.� His grey eyes seemed to swirl
with colour.

Hermione wondered absently if he realized
his eyes changed colour with his moods. �Malfoy, they are my best friends,
that�s all my friends. You know this.�

She sounded so defeated that Draco stepped
towards her and was angry when she stepped back. He followed her to the wall;
putting his hands on either side of her head he trapped her there. �You are
mine, Hermione.� He growled. �Mine. They have no business touching you like
that.�

Hermione�s eyes flashed with anger, �I am
not yours Draco.� She said sharply. �You have no claim on me; you want nothing
to do with me out side of the bedroom. I�m just your dirty little secret.�

Draco�s eyes looked almost pure black, and
she knew she had pushed him to far this time. �That�s what you think? That
you�re a fucking dirty secret!� he growled.

Hermione called on all her Gryffindor
courage. �You refuse to see me outside of the bedroom; you won�t associate with
me in the halls unless it�s head duties. God! You�re friendlier to Harry and
Ron then to me! You don�t care for me anymore then to give you pleasure and
even that�s only with my body.�

Draco was shocked. How could she possible
think that? She was supposed to be Hogwarts smartest witch. But then again, he
had never given her reason to think otherwise. He cocked his head to the side,
thinking; he kept his distance for a reason though. Although the dark lord was
dead, there were still people out there very bitter about his defeat and even
bitterer over the betrayal of the youngest Malfoy and his conversion of the
Slytherin house.

Being friendly to Potter was simply to make
it easier on Pansy who had been a good friend for years. As for the Weasel,
well he wasn�t that bad; he kind of grew on a person- like a fungus.

�Hermione, you daft girl.� He said shaking
his head.

Her mouth dropped. �What!�

�You have never once given any indication that
you have felt anymore than physical attraction to me. You have never treated me
as a friend, you never smile with me, and you have never shown any want to
spend time with me if we�re not naked.� He said, his voice getting louder as he
spoke. �Instead you always run to your two fucking lover boys. With hugs and
smiles, with friendship�with love.� He said the last part so quietly that she
wasn�t entirely sure that she heard him or not.

�Draco I-� she started, shocked beyond
reason at what she thought he was trying to say.

�No!� he roared wrenching himself away from
her, running his hands through his blond locks. �I thought something had
changed with us. That night in the summer when I came to you, when I took you
for the first time, I thought you might have felt something more for me. But
now I realize how wrong I was. You have no interest in me at all besides my
body. I love you and you don�t feel anything for me.� He sounded like he was
convincing himself more so than talking to her.

Hermione couldn�t believe what he was saying;
this whole conversation wasn�t what she was expecting at all. He loved her? The
damn prat waited until now to tell her!

�You�re lying!� she said softly.

He stopped pacing and pinned her with his
steely gaze. �What the fuck-�

�No!� she yelled interrupting him. �No, you
said that it didn�t matter. You said that you were a pureblood and I was a
muggle born. You said we couldn�t be together!�

Recognition flared in his eyes, as his own
words were flung back at himself. �You heard me that night?� he growled.

Hermione tilted her chin up in a look of
defiance. �Yes Malfoy, I heard you.�

He glided across the floor to her, not
touching her, but his heat engulfed her. �Why didn�t you ever say anything?�

�Hmph, like what?�

�Oh I don�t know.� He snapped, �Maybe I
love you Draco. I want to be with you forever. Why didn�t you tell me you heard
me?�

Hermione had to tilt her head back to meet
his gaze. His body towering over hers. �You were dealing with too much already,
the war, your house, your father. You said we couldn�t be together. I didn�t
want to add to you stress. I didn�t want you leaving me because I knew. If I
can�t have your heart I want anything I can get from you.� She replied evenly.

�God, Hermione.� He rasped, lowering his
mouth to hers. �You�re supposed to be the smartest witch to every grace
Hogwarts.�

Her retort was cut off by his lips crashing
down on hers. In a matter of minutes she was out of her mind with arousal. He
knew her body almost as well as his own, and he used that to his full advantage
every time they argued.

Stumbling over to the couch, Draco pulled
her into his lap and caressed her breasts that seemed to be straining against
her shirt in an effort to get to him.

Hermione reached between them with her free
hand �the other buried in his hair- to lower his fly and pull him out.

Hermione gasped at the feeling of him, hot
and heavy in her hand. God she loved this stubborn prat even if he used her
body against her to shut her up from time to time.

With one hand Draco tore her panties away,
causing the curly haired witch to squeal in surprise. Shoving her skirt up and
out of the way, he growled against her lips, grey eyes flashing. �Say it.�

�Dra-co�please.� Hermione panted, trying to
wriggle down to take him in her body, but he wouldn�t let her.

�Tell me what I want to hear Hermione.� He
growled nipping at her throat.

�I love you Draco.�

�Damn right you do.� He rasped and plunged
up and into her.

Hermione let out a loud moan at the feeling
of him buried inside of her. This is where she was meant to be, this was where
he was meant to be, together.

It didn�t take long for them both to reach
their climax. Breathing heavily Hermione slumped against Draco, laying her head
on his chest.

Looking up from beneath her curls, Hermione
studied the Slytherin beneath her. His head was thrown back against the couch
and his eyes closed tight, but what made her smile was the content smirk that
seemed to spread over his face.

�You know,� Hermione said �you can say it anytime
now.�

One eye brow rose in amusement, he opened
his eyes to stare at her for a moment. He seemed to be considering something.

�I love you Hermione.�

Hermione grinned; nothing could possibly
better in life then right then. It was a moment she had dreamt about for a long
while. But then Draco being Draco had to go and ruin it buy saying:

�So now that you know I love you, you don�t
need to grope your two �friends� anymore.�

�Draco!�

Laughter and squeals could be heard coming
from the heads dorms for a long time after that. The Prefects knew to stay
away.
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