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In The Darkness All Cats Are Grey	By : AkashaTheKitty Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 10200 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hello
dearies. Did you miss me? If you did, you aren�t
stalking me enough, shame on you. I am currently working on a piece called The Bracelet that I do not deem naughty
enough to be on here, but currently I have 26
chapters out on ffnet, Quiet Ones, assorted Live
Journal groups, Granger Enchanted and Coloured Grey
(might not be entirely up-to-date, validation and all that) so go read! Talk
about blowing my own horn here�

So, this weekend I was a bit
ho�uh... in desperate need of attention from my boyfriend. Alas, for
physiological reasons, this urge was thwarted. Maz
urges me to assure you all that the �physiological reasons� had nothing to do
with him, by the way. Just so that is clear. So, I decided to sit down
and write something. A PWP. Oh, boy. Anyway, I seem to have a problem with the
�WP part of this concept and my betas claim that it is indeed not a P W
P, so I will have to bend to their will and offer you this one-shot, which is
based on smut without a real storyline. Which is not a PWP. But it happens to
be 12.5k words long. I�m not sure how that happened, but these things always
happen to me. It was written at the expense of sleep and homework in order to
get it ready for today, so if you appreciate my hard work (not to mention the
smut in this non-PWP), do be sure to tell me. It�s called In The
Darkness All Cats Are Grey, because it�s a Danish proverb and the English
equivalent� well� sucks. I like the Danish one. You people need better imagery
in your proverbs.

Credits
(in more or less whichever order springs to mind):

To
Manda0610, for being at least just as horny as I am and not realizing that
getting credits from me is not actually a good thing since I hate it when something brilliant wasn�t
my idea. But as it turns out she provided
me for the basis of what then became two clever (if I
may say so myself) plot devices that I took and ran with. And also for scowling
at me for bashing Ron. She seems to remain unconvinced that it�s Draco who bashes Ron. Honest! It is!

To
Maz, for offering himself as a willing test subject
whenever I needed to research something. Thanks, honey, your� uh� sacrifices
are duly noted.

To
MissNibbles, for disagreeing with me on principle. We
have never disagreed this much on a fic before, I
don�t think, but I suppose that we�re just culturally very different. And it
did help me to get some perspective where perhaps some was needed.

To
Svelte Rose, for making me what�s sure to be another gorgeous banner for this,
although it will be just a tiny bit delayed. I hardly gave the girl any
warning, you know. *giggles madly for reasons unknown to the unsuspecting
reader*

To
Margot Le Faye, for being an expert at stroking my ego and being very constructive at the same time. It�s always a
pleasure to get feedback from her. And amazingly enough, she keeps sending it
even though I don�t always follow her advice! I have to love that.

To
kerri240879, for being speedy in her judgments and sharing her own delicious
bites with me. I do believe I�m addicted. And, honey, I do know about the
ending� what can I say? I�m a tease. ;)

To
TomFeltonIsKindaHot, for saying I should get horny
more often. Even though she doesn�t feel herself to be very constructive,
through her, I get to see exactly what effect I have on people. And hey, if I
can turn her on, then it has to be
good ;)

~~~~~~

Hermione
was a bit tipsy.

This
was definitely against the norm as she didn�t usually drink � it was against
school rules after all � but tonight was different. Luna had invited them up to
Ravenclaw�s common room for a very unusual thing � a party thrown by one of the
houses for, well, not all of the houses, but at least for invitees from other
houses.

She
was an invitee.

As
were Ron, Harry and Ginny.

There
was a reason for this party, she had
just forgotten what it was. Someone had done something clever five hundred
years ago and to honor that, underage witches and wizards were getting smashed
behind their teachers� backs.

This
was the ultimate proof that Ravenclaws could make poor decisions too.

Hermione
wasn�t going to spoil anyone�s fun, though. It would really not do anyone any
good, and she just wouldn�t receive an invitation the next time something fun
happened. Her mind was elsewhere anyway, because tonight she was going to do
something daring. Something wild. Something wicked. Something that was very
unlike the Hermione Granger that most people believed her to be.

She
glanced around the room. Oh, good. Ron was nowhere in sight. He must have left
already.

She
smiled and slowly made her way towards the Ravenclaw dormitories. She had
managed to get a sketchy plan from Luna without being too obvious in asking.
This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, after all. This was one of the areas
where she wouldn�t normally really have access.

It
was exciting.

With
uncharacteristic stealth, Hermione dodged anyone who might detain her and
slipped into the stairway that would lead her up to the dormitories.

She
would meet him in the boys� dormitories, of course. Boys couldn�t enter girls�
dormitories here either. Well, unless they were the Head Boy and, lamentably,
he wasn�t. Not that she was very surprised that he hadn�t been chosen, since he
hadn�t really done anything to earn the position.

It
didn�t matter, anyway. None of the Ravenclaws from fourth year and up were in
their beds yet, and they had agreed on meeting at the fifth year dormitory. By
choosing their younger schoolmates� dormitory, even if someone did return
early, there was a much smaller chance of them being recognized.

Hermione
didn�t want to be recognized while doing something so reckless, so
uncharacteristic of her. What wouldn�t people think?

The
stairway divided and Hermione mentally went over the directions she had gotten.
The stairs to these dormitories liked to divide and subdivide differently each
day, based on a highly advanced mathematical formula, but Hermione was pretty
sure she had gotten it right for tonight. She chose the right stairs and then
the left and then twice the right again, before she went down another set of
stairs and finally up and to the left.

This
should be it. He should be waiting for her behind this door. She gently pushed
it open and�

�was
immediately dragged in, the door slammed behind her with her pinned against it.

�What
took you so long?� he hissed, but before she could reply, his lips were on
hers, demanding a different kind of response.

Hermione
blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the complete darkness. She couldn�t
see a thing. She supposed that she didn�t need
to see and, in a way, it actually allowed her to be more bold, more brazen, but
his assault took her by complete surprise.

She
leaned into the kiss, softening beneath his lips, but instead of letting up, he
got even more demanding.

This
kind of aggression was so very unlike him. It was disconcerting and she
couldn�t keep up.

She
pushed slightly away. �W-wait,� she whispered breathlessly. The darkness seemed
to invite keeping your voice down.

�What
now?� he asked in a low and irritable voice. Something was off about him, about
his whole demeanor. He seemed tense. He wasn�t usually this tense. He was
usually pretty laid-back, actually. Perhaps he had had a bad day.

Hermione
shook her head slightly to clear the webs. �You�re too aggressive,� she
mumbled.

He
was quiet for a second and then it seemed like he shrugged. This time, when his
lips returned, they were softer, gentler, more caressing. Much more enjoyable.
She relaxed against him and he drew her closer. For a fraction of a second he
seemed to stop and frown, but then he finished drawing her in and deepened the
kiss.

Hermione�s
eyes drifted closed � not that it made much of a difference � and her hands
trailed along his shoulders. Again she got this nagging feeling that something
was off, something wasn�t quite� right. The height or the width or the angle of
the shoulders was somehow wrong.

This,
of course, couldn�t be. It was most likely because of the way he was tautly
holding himself. Well, she would be sure to ease some of that tension soon
enough. For now, she just gently rubbed his shoulders to soothe him.

He
broke the kiss, allowing his lips to trail down her neck, gently nipping when
he reached the spot where her pulse was strongest under his lips. Hermione
gasped and moaned slightly. He had never done that before, but it felt good. It
felt very good.

�I�ve
wanted you all night,� he whispered against her skin.

�That�s
why we�re meeting here, isn�t it?� she asked in just as hushed tones.

She
felt him smile against her neck as he whispered, �Indeed.�

His
hands, which had so far been resting quite harmlessly around her waist,
travelled up her sides to cup the outline of her
breasts.

He
certainly was direct tonight.

He
sucked in an appreciative breath and moved his hands around to cup her properly
in front. She made a startled gasp and he bent forward again to kiss her, some
of his earlier aggression returning with his urgency. He pushed against her and
there was no doubt. He wanted her.

Of
course he wanted her. This was Ron,
after all.

His
hands had made their ways down again and were now making their way up under her
blouse.

Too
much, too fast.

�Wait!�
Hermione whispered again.

He
stopped with a pained groan, resting his forehead against hers. �Are you sure
you even want this?� he asked in a low voice that hardly sounded like him at
all. �Because, trust me, if you don�t � now is the time to tell me.�

Again,
she was struck with the feeling that something was completely off. Perhaps it
was merely the strain of thwarted need that now seemed to permeate his whole
body.

�Of
course I want this,� she hissed. �But you�re going about it the wrong way.�

�That�s
new,� he mumbled. �Ok, fine. I never knew you to be so bossy, but why don�t you
take charge, then?�

Hermione
gave him a strange look. Or, rather, she gave the direction where she knew he
was standing a strange look. She had been called bossy by him countless times over
the past seven years. She didn�t dignify it with an answer, though. Instead she
dragged his head down for another kiss.

His
hair was softer than she remembered it. Maybe it was just the dark and the
alcohol heightening her senses, but she liked it. She allowed her fingers to
slowly entangle themselves in it, caressing the strands.

He
obliged her willingly enough in the kiss, but she could still feel it in him,
the strain. He was really wound tight and she would bet that he would like nothing
better than to just slam her against the door and have his way.

It
usually took him much longer to get to this level of need.

She
slowly opened his shirt and ran her hands over his chest and stomach making him
moan. She liked it. She liked it a lot. The way he seemed to need her tonight
gave her a sense of satisfaction as well as a hungry, unsatisfied sensation
deep in her belly.

She
wasn�t a complete stranger to this feeling of want, of course, but she did her
best to keep it down. She didn�t want to lose her head.

Having
seemingly already forgotten that he told her to take charge, he bent forward
again to catch her lips. As her hands slid down to slowly unbutton his
trousers, he shivered, sliding his mouth across her cheek to her ear, where he
leisurely nipped at her earlobe. Hermione sighed with the pleasure from the
caress. It felt so nice, so unusual from his normal onslaught on her lips.
Whatever had put him in a strange mood tonight, she certainly didn�t mind.

�Ron��
she breathed.

He
froze. The stillness of his body was so complete that she could have thought he
had been petrified.

�Is
something the matter?� she asked, concerned.

�G�eh,
Hermione?� he whispered, his voice so hushed she could barely make it out.

�Yes?�
she softly inquired.

He
jerked back and there was a silence.

~~~

Draco�s
eyes were wide and staring at where Lucy was standing. No, not Lucy. This was
definitely not the sixth year Ravenclaw that had propositioned him at the party
downstairs. This was Hermione Mudblood Granger, thinking that he was Ron Weasley.

No
wonder she had been so hesitant when he had come on to her. Lucy was a girl, with pretty blonde
curls and seemingly innocent hazel eyes, who knew just what she wanted and
when, and Draco knew from one earlier encounter that she preferred the rough
and direct manner. Granger, on the
other hand, was a bushy-haired prude, who he had always figured would only do
it in a bed with the lights off. She probably even needed Weasley to bloody
seduce her every time. He couldn�t even fathom what she was doing here.

He
didn�t really like Granger. No, scratch that � he couldn�t stand Granger. But sometimes� when she was at her most annoying
behavior� he fantasized about throwing her against a wall and ravishing her to
the point where the only things that came out of her mouth were moans of
pleasure.

And
he had been about to do just that.

And
he had never been as horny in his whole life as just now, when he realized who
she was.

~~~

�Is
something the matter?� Hermione asked again, now sounding alarmed.

�No,
nothing�s the matter,� Draco finally whispered in the same hushed voice as
before. He couldn�t risk her hearing his voice and realizing her mistake. He
knew this was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

She
was about to object that surely something was the matter, but she was cut off
by a kiss that was so intense it took her breath away. He braced one hand
against the door and another on her hip and kissed her so completely that she
was unable to think.

�Touch
me,� he finally whispered against her lips. �Please. I need it.� He did. He
really did. There was no harm in taking what was being offered, was there? So
what if she didn�t know exactly who she was offering it to? He was a Slytherin
and he wasn�t going to let go of his one chance to realize his fantasy.

She
finally came out of her daze to realize that her hands were still resting near
his partially unbuttoned trousers. She swallowed as she carefully resumed her
work of liberating him of his clothes. She didn�t really understand what had
changed, but something had. He was holding himself differently, more intensely.
His aggression had changed. In a way he was more gentle, more careful not to be
rough with her, but at the same time, he seemed more tense than he had before
if that were even possible. It was as if his need had already reached violent
proportions � which was silly, they hadn�t even done anything yet.

�Touch
me,� he repeated, pushing down the fabric of his trousers as the final button
finally came undone and grabbing her hand and pushing it against his hot length
through his boxers.

He
loudly moaned and shuddered at the contact and she felt his hardness jerk
slightly under her hand. She slowly wrapped her hand around the outline of him
and carefully rubbed, knowing it would drive him insane but not grant him
release.

His
head fell forwards and it was becoming obvious from his gasping breaths that he
really desperately needed her.

She
liked that feeling. It sparked a similar feeling of urgent need within her. She
really shouldn�t encourage that, but it felt so good.

�I�ve
wanted you for years,� he hoarsely whispered.

She
raised an eyebrow although he couldn�t see it. �I thought it was just �all
night�.�

�Every
night,� he mumbled.

Hermione
blushed slightly. He seemed to know just what to say tonight. She stepped
closer to him and softly kissed his lips, enjoying the shivers that ran through
him as he tried to hold back, and then she yanked his boxers down, allowing him
to spring free.

He
gasped as her hand briefly brushed him.

�It�s
not fair,� he whispered. �You�re still all dressed.�

�You
know the rules,� she replied.

�The
rules�� Did he sound confused? �Right.�

�You�re
acting strange tonight,� she said. �Are you all right?�

There
was the briefest of pauses. �I had something to drink,� he whispered. �It
affected me more than I thought, I�m sorry.�

Hermione
shrugged even though he couldn�t see. �So did I,� she replied. �Don�t worry
about it.�

�You
did?� he asked, not sure why he was even surprised. She had, after all, met up
with Weasel, or so she thought, in order to shag him in the Ravenclaw dormitories. It seemed she was more adventurous than he had given
her credit for.

�Mmhmm,� she mumbled, stepping closer to him to nuzzle his
neck while her hand went down to leisurely stroke him. His breath caught. �You
know,� she added. �You feel different tonight.�

He
instinctively jerked back a little. �Um, the circumstances,� he replied. �It�s
new and exciting and all that.�

�Hmm��
she murmured. �But wasn�t the broom closet down in the dungeons new and
exciting as well?�

Draco
stared in her direction in the darkness.

She�s done it in the dungeons?

He
hadn�t thought he could get any harder.

�Must
be the alcohol,� she concluded as if to herself as she ran her lips down his
chest.

He
would go mad if he didn�t have her soon, but he knew that he needed to be
careful in order to not reveal himself by breaking her �rules�.

�You
sure you can�t just remove your blouse?� he asked in a husky whisper. �I would
really love to feel you��

�Ah-ah-ah,�
she admonished and he silently cursed � who, he wasn�t sure.

�Hermione,�
he implored, careful not to raise his voice to a recognizable level, �you�re
driving me insane. Please don�t tease. I need you, now.�

She
didn�t reply; instead she dropped to her knees. His eyes widened and his mouth
went dry. She wasn�t really going to�? The second he felt her breath on him,
his mind went completely blank.

She
had grabbed a firm hold of him and then� Draco braced himself against the door
and her shoulder, fighting hard to keep his breath steady and not buck his hips
against her. Dear Heavens, this couldn�t possibly be real. He must be dreaming
and he really hoped that he wouldn�t
wake from this dream any time soon.

Her
hot, moist mouth was scorching him as she carefully took him in, letting her
lips and tongue caress him in the most maddening way while her hand continued
to stroke him.

He
wasn�t going to last. It wasn�t the first time a girl had sucked him off �
after all, there would always be girls sniffing around his family�s fortune,
willing to do anything for a trinket or the off chance that he might begin
fancying them � but this was Granger
and� damn, she was good at it.

He
moaned her name.

She
took him in deeper, as far as she could without gagging, and his hand tightened
on her shoulder. He was beginning to feel light-headed.

He
really ought to stop her soon.

Suddenly
she seemed to take a deep breath, slowly exhale, and then she took him in much
further than he thought possible.

He
cried out in surprise and pleasure. This
was new. He had never been this deeply buried inside someone�s mouth before, the
head of him was at the back of her throat and it was the most erotic thing he
had ever experienced.

It
didn�t make it any less erotic that it was the resident bookworm, who was doing
it to him.

He
swallowed, vaguely noticing that his entire body was trembling with need. It
was really past time that he stop her.

She
slowly slid him out again, her lips and tongue expertly working him and then
she took him back in. All the way in.

He
shuddered and his eyes rolled back. Merlin, her throat squeezed him so tightly.

This
time as she slid him back out, she made a sound of pure pleasure that seemed to
reverberate through his entire being right down to his toes as he could feel it on him, vibrating around him. It
felt amazing, he couldn�t hold back, he was going to�

He
tried to cry out a belated warning as his climax took him by surprise.

�Hermnnghh�� The strangled sound that escaped his lips
before he was too far gone to formulate words could hardly qualify as a
coherent warning, but it was all he could manage. He didn�t even have time to
pull away from her.

He
briefly hoped she wouldn�t be too upset about his faux pas, but then he was completely
swept away in the orgasm of his life and there was no room for thought.

Once
his sanity returned hours � or possibly just seconds � later, he felt his
cheeks grow hot. Disregarding the fact that he hadn�t meant to come before he�d
had her, he had broken the number one very important rule of oral sex � always
let her know when you�re coming, don�t just blow it in her mouth.

It
didn�t really bring him any comfort that she believed him to be someone else.

�I�m
sorry,� he whispered.

�For
what?� she asked, her voice a bit shaky with her own unfulfilled need as she
slowly got to her feet.

He
had lost count at how many times his eyes had widened tonight, but this time
his mouth actually fell open.

He
hadn�t heard her spit.

He
invoked every deity he could think of.

�What?�
she asked again.

He
cleared his throat and tried to remember what they were talking about. Oh.
Right. �Should have warned you,� he mumbled.

She
frowned. Somehow he just knew that she frowned. �Warned me about what?�

He
slowly shook his head. So Weasley just did his business without letting her
know it was coming? What a gentleman. He really didn�t know what she was doing
with such a commoner.

He
blinked. Wait. That wasn�t right. Of course he knew what she was doing with
such a commoner � she was a commoner
as well. She was just damn good at sucking off, that was all.

And
Weasley, the dumb sod, had probably never even been with another girl.

Not
that he would need to be if this was what he was getting.

�Ron?�
she inquired and he gritted his teeth. Couldn�t she just stop using the bloke�s
name already? �I swear, everything about you seems so different tonight��

�I
just realized that I should generally warn you when I come,� he forced out,
trying not to sound annoyed.

�Oh,
that,� she said with a giggle. �It�s not as if there aren�t signs.�

He
supposed that the taste of sperm could be called a sign.

She
had tasted his sperm.

Hermione
Granger had�

He
needed to stop this; he was already getting hard again.

�Although,
normally I do recognize the signs sooner,� she added. �But it doesn�t matter. Get
straightened out so we can get back.� Most signs of her passion were gone. Only
most. He noticed the slight catch in her voice that she tried to hide.

�Now?�
he asked incredulously.

�Well,
yes, of course,� she replied.

Again
he found himself staring.

She
had no plans of getting any pleasure for herself and apparently Weasley wasn�t
the sort who bothered to argue that point.

He
frowned.

Funny,
he thought that Slytherins were supposed to be the selfish sorts whereas
Gryffindors were supposed to be all about bravery, self-sacrifice and general
stupidity. But then again, he had to concede that maybe it was a selfish
impulse on his personal part. He did it because it made him feel good. He didn�t think he had any special talents in the
area, and some girls truly were close to impossible to get off, but when they
were writhing and screaming his name and he could actually feel the fluttering inside
them and know that it was real� he felt like a god.

Of
course, he didn�t always get the girls off, but at least he tried.

Although,
granted, he hadn�t even thought to try the first few times. He hadn�t known
enough about how it all worked for that.

But
if Weasley had been sleeping with Granger for who only knew how long, he
shouldn�t just let her get him off without at least attempting to return the
favor.

Not
that she seemed very inclined to allow him to kiss her in such an intimate
place when she wouldn�t even take off her blouse. No matter. She would come
when he took her. He would make sure of it. He could tell that she was
affected, so she wouldn�t be frigid. She would give as good as she got and he
couldn�t wait to make it happen.

�Well?�
she asked.

�I�m
not done,� he whispered. �And neither are you.�

�What
do you mean?� she demanded. �I know that y�� She gasped as he grabbed her hand
and wrapped it around him again. He briefly closed his eyes, enjoying the feel
of her fingers on him.

�Just
warming up,� he mumbled. �I want more.�

�How
can that be?� she asked, her voice growing thick with suppressed need. �Once is
usually enough.�

Another
testament to Ronald Weasley�s immense stupidity,
Draco decided. If it were him, he would lock himself in a bedroom with her for
weeks before emerging. And then only go out for the most necessary provisions. As
it were, however, he only had one night, and he was not done yet.

�I
need you,� he simply replied. She seemed to accept that and was about to lower
herself again when he caught her shoulders. �No,� he mumbled. �Enough of that
for now. I need you.�

She
was still. He could tell she was staring at him. Before she could object, he
worked his hands under her blouse and pulled it off her.

�Wait,�
she gasped, slight confusion in her voice. �What are you doing?�

He
tugged a bit at her bra, allowing her left breast to spring free and bent to
suckle her taut nipple. Merlin, her breasts were perfect. Just the right size
and her nipple immediately responded to his caresses, drawing into an even
firmer point. He softly blew cold air on it and she gasped before a heartfelt
moan escaped her lips. He freed the other breast, doing the same things to it,
and her fingers somehow got buried in his hair, holding him to her.

It
was easy to tell that she really liked this. Her hands made their way down his
shoulders, her nails slightly scratching him, and he moaned in response,
lifting his head and kissing her deeply.

~~~

The
kiss surprised her. She wasn�t sure why it would since he was acting so strange
today, much more as if he� well� needed
her. There could be no question that Ron wanted
her, but compared to this it didn�t seem like he had ever needed her� before.

This
was still Ron, why was she almost thinking
as if it were two different people?

He
was just acting so different and in the dark it was easy to imagine that he
might be someone else. That was all, she was sure. He had even felt differently
in her mouth, but maybe that had to do with his apparent heightened state of
need.

Besides,
it was kind of exciting to think it might be some stranger she was doing these
things with.

Truth
be told, she didn�t mind the difference one bit. It was true that he was a
little bit too aggressive in the beginning, but this way of him needing her�
Oh, my! It made her feel much more desirable than she ever had before and it
made her want to� to� well, to lose her head.

She
had never thought he would have kissed her not more than a few minutes after he
had come in her mouth, though. She hadn�t even had a chance to rinse yet! But
he didn�t seem to mind or even care. He was pressed closely against her, his
thigh between her legs, slightly rubbing against her, while his hands were still
teasing her breasts.

She
moaned into his mouth. She should be the level-headed one, the one to say no,
but it felt so good. She was tired of being level-headed, tired of waiting for
the right moment, tired of saying no.

His
lips left hers to caress the slope of her neck before finding a particularly
sensitive spot and sucking, hard. She gasped and clung to him as she saw stars
with the pained pleasure of it.

�My
mark,� he mumbled, sounding unaccountably smug. �Don�t hide it.�

She
was a little confused by this sign of possessiveness but managed to mumble, �I
won�t.�

�Good,�
he breathed against her cheek. �I�ll be watching for it.�

Before
she had a chance to figure out what he meant, he was kissing her again. The way
his lips and tongue were massaging hers were rendering her completely unable to
think.

~~~

Draco
internally cursed that Hermione had chosen to wear trousers. Of course she had
chosen trousers, that was the sensible
thing to do in this drafty old castle, but a skirt would have made for easier
access. Also, she might not have had time to think, then.

As
it were, he wasn�t sure why, but he had the impression that, right now,
thinking on her part was bad.

He
took a chance and slowly unbuttoned her trousers. At first she didn�t seem to
notice, but then she gasped and tried to push his hands away.

Somehow
he had known she would, but it still confused him. She was clearly no stranger
to this and she did believe him to be Weasley� didn�t she? A pang of almost
painful lust shot through him at the impossible notion that she might have
guessed who he was.

What
he wouldn�t give to hear her moaning his
name.

It
wasn�t an option, though. She would never allow him near her if she knew. If
nothing else, she was too loyal to her sodding
Weasel.

�Stop,�
she moaned. �We can�t.�

�Why
not?� he whispered. �I need you so much��

�We
talked about this,� she said, her voice only wavering slightly as he nipped at
her shoulder. �I�m not ready to have sex yet.�

He
froze slightly before forcing himself to relax so she wouldn�t notice.

She�s a virgin?

She�s a bloody virgin??

It
only made him want her more.

By
everything that was right, he should back off. He should deny himself the
pleasure of burying himself inside of her and allow her to go off and
eventually have her first time with bumbling almost-certainly-also-virgin Weasley�

�
Good thing he wasn�t a Gryffindor.

�Just
let me touch you,� he whispered, deliberately inserting a low and seductive
note in his voice. �Let me make you feel as good as you�ve made me��

�I
don�t think it�s such a mmff�� He broke her off by
kissing her.

�I
won�t do anything you don�t want me to,� he swore.

He
meant it, too. He might be lying, cheating, manipulating and seducing her� but
he wouldn�t be forcing her. If she really didn�t want to, he�d just have to go
find Lucy afterwards.

And
make sure they found a really dark room.

She
hesitated and he pounced.

�Come
on,� he said, taking her hand and pulling her towards where he knew there to be
a bed, stepping out of his clothes in the process. With the other hand he found
his wand and quietly sealed the door and set up a ward that would give him
plenty of warning if someone tried to enter the room. He doubted anyone would,
seeing as how early it still was, but it always paid to be prepared.

�What
are you doing?� she asked.

�Just
making you comfortable,� he mumbled, gently nudging her towards the bed.

�I
said I wouldn�t sleep with you!� she said, her voice gaining a harder edge.

�I
know, I know,� he soothed her. �Do you really think I�m going to rape you if
you lie down?� He didn�t have to fake the wounded note. He hadn�t forced her to
do anything yet, had he?

�Of
course not,� she mumbled.

�I
can wear my trousers,� he suggested, wincing slightly at the thought of the
discomfort that would bring. �But you really will be more comfortable.�

She
would. And if she allowed him to take her she would be much more comfortable
than she would against the door. His fantasy of him roughly taking her against
a wall didn�t include her sobbing with pain from it because she was a virgin,
so a bed would probably prove much better.

�So
you�re claiming that you won�t try to get me to sleep with you if I lie down?�
she skeptically asked.

He
laughed out loud before he could stop himself. She froze and withdrew slightly
and he hurriedly fumbled for her hand and pulled her back.

�Don�t
be offended,� he murmured, trying to keep the grin from his voice. �But of
course I will try. Sleeping with you
would probably be the most incredible thing ever to happen to me, so how could
I not? You don�t have to let me, though. I won�t force you. I�ll take whatever
you�ll give.�

He
hadn�t planned on being quite this honest with her, but she was smart. Lying to
her or trying to evade her suspicions would only cause her to mistrust him.

He
had a feeling that she needed to trust him before she would sleep with him.

Another
reason why she wouldn�t sleep with him as Draco Malfoy. He sighed inwardly.
There was nothing for it, though. She would never trust Draco Malfoy. There was
no reason for her to trust him,
really. The only thing she could
trust about him was that he wanted to sleep with her and he would make sure
that she enjoyed it too. Somehow he knew that that wasn�t enough for a girl
like her.

�All
right,� she finally said in a very quiet voice that he had to strain to hear.
�But only because you�re so honest with me.�

She
gingerly felt her way to the edge of the bed and he could hear her lay down.

He
took a deep breath. Things were going in the right direction. �So, do you want
me to put on trousers?� he asked, unable to keep the wince from his voice.

�If
you don�t mind?� she hesitantly replied.

He
sighed before scrambling to do the lady�s bidding.

This
really had to be the most effort he had ever put into getting into bed with a
girl.

He
supposed that didn�t say a lot about the girls he was usually with.

Had
Lucy actually come to meet him, they would have been long done by now. He
briefly wondered why she hadn�t come
to meet him, but he supposed she might have been detained or he might have
taken a wrong turn somewhere. The only way that was ever certain from the
Ravenclaw dormitories was the way out � you couldn�t miss that, just follow the
stairs down.

He
returned to the bed to find that Hermione had had just a little too long to
think. She was stiff as a board and was all but flinching at his touch.

�Why
are you so afraid of me?� he whispered, molding his body to her side and gently
nuzzling her neck. �I�m not going to do anything to hurt you.�

�No,
of course not,� she answered, sounding nervous. �But you�re so different
tonight a-and I�m not sure what you mean to do.�

Her
skin was so soft and warm against him, her pulse was beating rapidly beneath
his lips and her hair was tickling his cheek and neck.

He
wanted her so much.

He
realized that he had never been with a girl who had made him wait before, either.

He
really should start seeking out different girls.

She
had re-buttoned her trousers, of course. He couldn�t help but smile at that. He
slowly, so as to not scare her, undid them again. She stiffened a little but
didn�t object. He gently kissed her lips and she seemed to relax a bit again.

Once
more he had to wonder what she was doing with a bloke like Weasley. He was so�
crass and ignorant. Not at all like herself.

It
wasn�t his place to wonder, though.

He
slowly slid the trousers off of her and she was left in nothing but her
knickers and the bra that was still caught under her breasts instead of
covering them. He closed his eyes, trying to imagine what she looked like right
now. He imagined she was flushed from both embarrassment and arousal and she would
be staring expectantly up at him with her big brown eyes, all but begging him
to�

He
groaned.

�Is
something the matter?� she whispered.

He
shook his head and then, realizing she couldn�t see, answered, �No.�

~~~

Hermione
felt the need to squirm and stiffened some more in an effort to lie still.

This
was strangely embarrassing. She had never allowed Ron these intimacies before �
of course, apart from trying to push for her to sleep with him, he hadn�t
really asked for them � and she didn�t really know how one should act in these
situations.

He
was caressing her all over, running his hands up her legs and sides and down
her arms, as if trying to form an image of her by touch.

She
should have suggested he could turn on some light, but she didn�t want to let
go of the darkness. It shielded her, protected her, made her dare these things
that she otherwise would never do.

That
and the alcohol, she was sure.

She
felt him lying down close to her again. She could feel his erection pressing
against her hip, through the fabric of his re-donned trousers.

�Relax,�
he breathed into her ear. �You won�t be able to enjoy yourself unless you
relax.�

�You
seemed to enjoy yourself well enough before,� she retorted. �And I wouldn�t call
you relaxed.�

He
softly laughed. �My tension wasn�t from fear that you might ravish me� It was
from hope that you would.�

Hermione
blushed, but she made an effort to relax the muscles of her body, breathing
slowly in and out.

He
groaned again.

�What?�
she asked. She couldn�t help but be curious about his responses.

�Nothing,�
he mumbled, allowing his one hand to slide up to her breast and squeeze it
lightly.

She
bit her lip and squirmed a little, but this time not with embarrassment. She
actually rather liked it when he
touched her. This shouldn�t really come to a surprise to her, it was just that
she hadn�t really had a lot of interest in it before.

�No,
there was something,� she insisted, unable to let it go.

He
chuckled, presumably at her tenacity. �You�re so sexy,� he mumbled into her
ear. �Feeling your body move against mine� It felt good.�

�You
groaned because I breathed?� she dubiously asked.

�I
groaned because you rubbed yourself against me when you breathed,� he clarified. �It made me think of other instances
where your body might move� under me��

She
was about to answer something that would undoubtedly have killed the mood, when
he decided to kiss her again. He positioned his body halfway across hers, his
thigh between her legs and his erection pressing against her soft belly,
leaning on one forearm as not to crush her, while his other hand kept caressing
her breast.

She
pushed slightly up against him and he pressed his thigh a little firmer against
her, easing her ache just a fraction, as he deepened the kiss, exploring her
mouth with his questing tongue. She moaned and he grabbed her breast firmer,
slightly pinching the nipple.

She
gasped and made a strangled sound.

~~~

Draco
buried his face in Hermione�s hair, his free hand grabbing a fistful of the
sheet. It felt so good to be like this. No, it felt bloody wonderful. He was so
turned on that he couldn�t think straight and she probably didn�t even have a
fucking clue how hard it was for him to hold back and not just� just� he didn�t
know what. Come, he supposed. He wanted to come again. But he wanted to be
inside of her.

And
she wasn�t ready to let him.

�Ron?�
she asked when he took too long collecting himself.

A
bucket of ice couldn�t have gotten him to his senses quicker than that.

�Don�t
call me that,� he snapped, before realizing his slip and biting down on his
tongue hard.

Stupid, Draco. Really stupid.

There
was no way she wouldn�t call his bluff now and scream bloody murder before she
ran off. There was no way he would feel what it would be like to make her come.
And for what? Because he got greedy and didn�t want her to call him by the
Weasel�s sodding name.

She
was quiet. Really quiet. Too quiet.

He
searched his mind frantically for any kind of plausible explanation that he
wouldn�t want to be called by his name.

Stupid, stupid Draco. You had your fantasy and then
you had to fuck it up.

�Okay��
she finally slowly said. �What would
you like to be called?�

His
head snapped up. Was she asking Ron what he would like to be called or was she
asking him who he was? He decided to take a chance on her ignorance, however
weak what he said would sound.

�Anything,�
he whispered. �Anything you want. I�m sorry, I shouldn�t have snapped at you, I
didn�t mean to. Of course you can use my bloody name. I� just� I was losing
control, I�m sorry.�

He
was apologizing too much. He told himself that that was probably what Weasel
would have done.

What
he said wasn�t actually entirely wrong. It wasn�t really a lie, either. If you
twisted it enough, all he said was that she could call him anything she wanted,
including his own name.

Ok,
that was a stretch. He didn�t mind stretching.

�Losing
control?� she asked.

Could
she really be that innocent?

�I
was about one whimper from you away from coming again,� he whispered into her
ear. �But it�s no excuse. Forgive me.�

�Don�t
be absurd,� she said. �You can�t come from a sound.�

He
very much suspected that he could.

�And
even if you were,� she continued. �Why hold back?�

�It�s
your turn,� he mumbled against her neck, nipping his way up to her mouth. �It
would be rude of me to jump the line.�

�I�m
not keeping score,� she softly said.

I am.

She
seemed to still believe that he was Ron. He couldn�t believe his own dumb luck.
Perhaps the moron had a habit of randomly saying nonsensical things like that.

He
let his hand slowly slide down her belly to rest at the edge of her knickers.
He would soon find out if she still suspected him or not. Gently kissing her
lips again, he slipped his hand inside the cotton undergarment.

She
gasped against his mouth and he grunted in an effort to fight down his need. He
had known about the dampness, of course, felt it against his thigh as she rode
it, but to feel it on his hand with no fabric separating his skin from hers� to
hear her sharp intake of breath as he lightly brushed over her� to feel how
moist she was�

�I
want you�� he whispered, �so badly. You have no idea, Hermione.�

�I
think I do,� she whispered back and as if to make her point, she lowered her
hand and lightly ran it over the most aching part of him.

�No,
you don�t,� he gasped, allowing his hand to go lower, to slowly caress her
folds. �It�s not just my body� If it were, don�t you think there were easier
ways to take care of it?�

He
knew he had offended her before she froze, but he was beyond caring for her
tender sensibilities. There were some things he wanted to say and here, in the
darkness, he could say them.

�It
would be nice and easy if I could just wank or go
shag someone less principled and that would take care of it� but it doesn�t
take care of it, not for long. There�s still this burning need to possess you.�

�You
slept with others?� she sharply asked.

Draco
rolled his eyes. He would love to make her think that the Weasel was cheating,
but alas, that wouldn�t get him
anywhere. �I wanked,
Hermione,� he whispered against her ear. �Again� and again� and again��

He
could feel her blush.

Good.

He
didn�t think there was enough blood left in the rest of his own body to blush.
He couldn�t hang on long enough to seduce her, it seemed, and he really doubted
he could go for round three without rest. Bitterly, he resigned himself to the
fact that he wasn�t going to experience her heat around him.

He
grabbed her hand and guided it inside the band of his half-buttoned trousers,
where once more he wrapped it around him.

�When
you come,� he said in a voice he barely recognized as his own. �Don�t be afraid
to grab me harder. Let me feel it. Let me come with you.�

�I
thought you were keeping score,� she murmured a little breathlessly.

Had
he said that aloud? �I can�t hold back,� he admitted. �I�ll be happy to even
the score afterwards��

He
grabbed the edge of her knickers and began sliding them off her.

�What
are you doing?� she asked, sounding alarmed.

�I
need better access.�

�No,
your hand fit just fine.�

�Don�t
worry so much,� he sighed. �I know you don�t want my dick and I guessed that
you don�t want my mouth, so it�ll just be my hand, but I�ll get a cramp if we
don�t take these off you.�

He
slid them the rest of the way off and she didn�t fight him. She even obligingly
spread her legs a little wider when he nudged her.

Hermione Granger, nude and spread out before me,
waiting for me to bring her to orgasm�

He
shivered, realizing that the scent of her arousal alone would probably feed his
fantasies for the rest of the year.

Slowly,
he brought his hand back between her thighs, gently brushing his fingertips
across the firm little nub there. She whimpered.

�Hermione?�
he quietly asked, but she didn�t answer. �Hermione?� he tried again.

�Mm?�
she replied.

�Do
you� Have you� I mean� You have had
one before, haven�t you?�

He
didn�t stop caressing her. It was too gentle to really bring her any relief and
she was fidgeting.

�You
mean orgasm?� she asked. �Yes, of course. By myself.�

�Good,�
he mumbled.

�That
I had one?�

�No,�
he smirked. �That you were by yourself.�

�Oh.�
She didn�t seem to know what to say to that and he�d bet she was blushing.

Without
further ado, he pressed a finger into her.

~~~

Hermione
cried out and bucked off the bed, but in an instant he was covering her,
swallowing her sounds with his kisses.

�Sssshh�� he mumbled. �The room isn�t silenced. I didn�t
think to do that.�

She
didn�t care. She didn�t give a damn if the whole school stormed in right then.
This felt bloody brilliant.

�You
might want to loosen your grip,� he choked.

She
realized she had been gripping his erection rather tightly. �Sorry,� she
panted. �Did I hurt you?�

�N-no�
just a nanosecond away from coming, that�s all.�

�I
want you to come,� she purred.

She
did. She had loved the way he had shouted out and pulsed inside of her mouth as
he had come earlier and she had loved the way he had seemed lost in his
pleasure even after his body had stopped coming.

�Temptress,�
he mumbled and she giggled.

He
buried his head in her neck and began slowly moving his fingers in delicious
patterns, moving one finger in and out of her while another finger rubbed her
nub.

�So
tight,� he whispered longingly as if to himself. �Just one finger and you�re so
tight.� He swallowed, his throat working convulsively. �It�s probably a good
thing I�m not taking you,� he hoarsely added. �I�m so close. I would hurt you.
I would not be able to hold back.�

His
words were having an effect on her not unlike the effect his hand was having
and she moaned again and pressed up against him. He shuddered and an answering
whimper escaped him.

He
was losing control, she could tell. He really was losing a battle with himself.
This whole fight not to come was new to her� Usually coming had been the goal �
although not her goal � and it had
been achieved in due course.

This
was much more sexy, much more exciting.

She
made a decision. Well, sort of. Maybe.

�You
sure you would hurt me?� she quietly asked.

~~~

She
couldn�t possibly mean anything with that question, Draco quietly berated
himself as his whole body screamed for him to take her, to possess her, to come
inside of her. It was just her infernal curiosity that made her ask.

�Maybe,�
he said. �I don�t really know. But I wouldn�t last long enough for you.�

�How
can you not know?� she pressed. �Which is it?� She pushed up against his hand.
�Would you hurt me or wouldn�t you?�

He
slowly withdrew his hand and then inserted two fingers, making her gasp in
surprise and making him tremble when her body clasped his fingers so tightly
that he could hardly move them.

�How
does that feel?� he rasped. �Does it hurt?�

She
shook her head, he could feel the movement.

He
withdrew his hand and then tried three fingers, taking care not to scratch her
as he very slowly forced them inside of her. So tight. �Now?�

�It�s
a little bit uncomfortable,� she admitted. �But still nice.�

He
slowly removed the extra fingers. �It might not hurt if I were gentle,� he
choked out, barely believing that he was telling her this. �But I can�t be. It
would hurt.�

Nice job, mate. For a minute it sounded like she
might actually let you bury yourself inside of her
and thereby realize your fondest and most well-visited fantasy, and then you
tell her that you will hurt her and leave her wanting. After all our hard work.

Shut up!

She
was silent.

�Just
come for me this way,� he softly said. �W-we�ll do the other thing some other
time.�

She would, anyway.
With the Weasel.

He
would definitely need lots of time in dark rooms with Lucy.

He
bent down and swiftly captured her lips again, closing his eyes as he felt her
body tremble against his. She was aroused enough to have the same heightened
sensitivity as he had. He stroked her tongue with his, coaxing a response from
her, and she immediately gave it.

He
intensified his touching of her as he let his tongue mimic the movements of his
finger and before long, she was gasping and arching up against him, reaching�

He
broke the kiss. �That�s it, sweetie,� he moaned against her lips. �You feel so
amazing��

�Stop,�
she panted, stopping his hand with her own.

He
growled in frustration. So close and she stopped him? Did she live to torture
him, to drive him insane with lust and then take away the thing that might
slake it a bit?

Ok,
her coming would probably stop his need like oil extinguished fire, but he wanted it, damn it. He needed it. He
needed to come at the same time as her, to imagine that it wasn�t his finger
that her body was convulsing around, to�

�Make
love to me,� she said.

He
stared. Hadn�t she heard him before? He couldn�t repeat those words again. He
wasn�t exactly a noble person � if he were he wouldn�t be here, doing this,
stealing passion in the dark in the guise of being her boyfriend.

�I�m
close,� she said, her voice shaking. �Really close. If you try to be gentle,
I�m sure we�ll both enjoy it.�

He
opened his mouth to say that he couldn�t be gentle, that he�d most likely not
even make it all the way in before he started coming and that he was then
likely to just thrust hard and come harder, no matter what kind of pain she was
in.

No
sound came out.

�Ron?�
she asked.

His
eyes narrowed. Why should he care so much about her well-being? That clumsy
fool Weasley would certainly not be
able to control himself. Whatever Draco did could only be better.

�What
are you thinking?� she prodded.

�Hold
on,� he mumbled, and drew back to urgently remove the offensive piece of
clothing she had made him wear, before lying down next to her.

He
felt her shiver in anticipation as his skin touched hers.

�You�re
going to have to do it,� he whispered.

�W-what?�

�If
I do it I will be too violent. You�re going have to straddle me, that way you
have more control.�

He
tried hard not to think about Granger riding him.

Was
there any fantasy he hadn�t had?

�I
don�t know how,� she quietly said.

�You
sit on me and you move,� he said. �It�s not that complicated.�

~~~

Hermione�s
throat worked convulsively as she tried to digest what he was asking her to do.
She had just thought that he would lie down on top of her and then their bodies
would fit together.

She
hadn�t thought he would ask her to do something so embarrassing. What if she
couldn�t do it right?

Hesitantly,
she moved to straddle his belly. He moaned and ran his hands up her thighs.
Well, at least there was no doubt that he really, really wanted this.

�I-I
don�t�� she said, hating that it came out almost a whimper.

�Scoot
down lower,� he whispered. �That�s it� now lean forward a bit� kiss me if you
like��

She
did as he instructed and then when she leaned back she found that he had
maneuvered it so that she was positioned perfectly for what was about to
happen.

This
was it.

She
hesitated.

�Please
don�t stop now,� he whispered. �I couldn�t� I-I know I said I�d hurt you but I
don�t think I will. Not like this.�

She
heard the desperation in his voice. She could stop now if she wished, but it
would be cruel to him. She had asked him to make love to her after he had
clearly intended to just touch her. She
had asked him to make love to her. She shouldn�t have done that if she
wasn�t certain she would go through with it. He was clearly in agony.

But
she didn�t want to stop. Somehow it felt like it had to be tonight. Now or never.

She
gently grabbed him, eliciting a grunt from him, and then she slowly pushed
down�

~~~

Draco
was grabbing the sheets so hard that he knew his knuckles were white. He
couldn�t let go if he wanted to. He was using every ounce of self-control he
possessed � and then some � trying to focus his energies on his grip on the
bedding and nothing else.

Otherwise
he would buck up against her to end his torment.

For
a minute it had seemed like she might not go through with it and he had almost
panicked. No, he had panicked. Being
so close and not having her� he just didn�t know how he would have been able to
handle that.

She
was lowering herself so slowly, so frigging slowly. Her heat was teasing him,
tantalizing him� he needed to be inside her, moving, and she had barely taken
an inch of him.

He
shivered and a strangled groan escaped his lips.

She
stopped.

Dear God, don�t stop!

�Don�t
stop,� he rasped. �Please.�

She
slowly began moving down again, flexing a bit to adjust to the new sensations.

Draco
thought he might very well be going insane.

�You
need to go a little faster,� he whispered, a pleading quality to his voice.

�It�s�
a bit uncomfortable,� she mumbled. �And I�m already a little sore.�

She
pushed down just a fraction and Draco�s eyes drifted shut as he fought the urge
to move his hips against her, just a little bit, to feel that tightness around
him, completely surrounding him�

�Sweetie��
he croaked, �you need to do it a bit
faster.�

�That�s
the second time you call me that tonight,� she mused. �You�ve never called me
that before.�

�What?�
he gasped, hardly in the mood for small talk.

�Sweetie.�

�What
do I call you then?�

She
stopped up as if thinking and he cursed himself for asking. �Hermione,� she
finally said. �That�s all you call me: Hermione.�

He
gently pushed up against her, just a little, just enough to make her go on.
�Fine, then,� he sighed. �You need to go faster, Hermione.�

�I
didn�t say I mind,� Hermione said, pushing a bit lower, making him groan with
the sheer bliss of sliding into her. She was halfway down now.

So tight.

�I�ll
call you anything you want if you will just move faster,� he said.

Merlin,
he would even call her Ron if she
would just�

�Anything?�
she asked, sounding slightly teasing.

�Anything,�
he clearly stated.

She
leaned forward until her breasts brushed his chest and her hair tickled his
shoulders.

Did
she even know just how horny he was?

She
bent to his ear and whispered, �My love
will do.�

He
moaned as he felt her breath on his cheek and he barely registered what she
said. When it did register, he swallowed, feeling unaccountably uncomfortable.
It wasn�t an unreasonable request from her to her boyfriend.

The
problem was he was not her boyfriend.

�Well?�
she asked. She had halted her movements.

�My
love,� he said, before he could think.

�Did
you have a request?� she teased.

�Please
move faster, love,� he whispered, hoping she didn�t take too much note of his
slight change of endearment. It just seemed less� personal� this way.

~~~

Hermione
took a deep breath, braced herself against his shoulders and pushed her way
down, all the way down. Or rather, she thought it was all the way down until he
grabbed her thigh and bucked slightly against her, burying himself to the hilt.
He moaned and she cried out with surprise at the discomfort.

�S-sorry,�
he whispered. �Didn�t� didn�t mean to hurt you.� He moaned again. �I wish you
could feel how wonderful it is to be me right now, though.�

�And
I wish you were just a little bit
smaller,� she replied with a slight wince.

It
wasn�t bad at all, though. She was sore, yes, but she liked the feeling of
being filled out.

He
laughed a bit breathlessly. �Not that big, honey. Although I appreciate the ego
stroke.�

�I
thought we established my endearment before,� she teased.

�Sorry�
love,� he softly said. �But, you know, you need to move now.� His hands slid up
her legs to her waist and then to her breasts and he groaned. �You need to move
now.�

�Now,
who�s bossy,� she muttered, but she slowly began sliding up, bracing herself on
his shoulders and testing her balance.

The
motion sparked a whole new set of sensations in her and she moaned low in her
throat. His reaction was instantaneous, he stiffened, his hands going back to
her thighs, where they grabbed a desperate hold of her. She lowered herself again,
this time feeling anything but pain, and the whimper that escaped her was pure
need.

�Hermione,
love,� Draco choked, �you really need to go faster be-before I lose it.�

She
didn�t mind complying. She soon found a rhythm that agreed with her and based
on the sounds from him, it agreed with him too. It felt so good. She understood
why some people would go to great lengths to achieve this.

She
also secretly liked being in control and having a male between her legs that
was completely at her mercy. She supposed that might also be why she didn�t
mind sucking him off. It gave her a heady sense of power that he was
experiencing bliss because of her while she was the one deciding the pace and
she could give it or take it away as she saw fit.

She
bent to kiss him and he returned it fiercely, setting her even more on fire.

�Oh,
Merlin, you have no idea�� he whispered. �You�re my fantasy. I can�t hold back
much longer. I�m going to have to rush you a bit.�

Rush me?

She
didn�t know what he meant until he moved one of his hands up between her legs
and touched her intimately as he had before. Only, this time, it wasn�t a
finger inside of her.

The
added pleasure was sudden and made her moan out loud as she began moving even
faster.

�Yes,
love, that�s it,� he gasped. �That�s what I want.�

His
gentle rubbing, the hard length inside of her, the hand that moved to her
breast to gently squeeze it, the kiss she bent to claim that rapidly turned to
devouring� it all built and built inside of her until something had to give and
she cried out her release as he thrust up against her, making it even more
intense, as she finally convulsed around him.

~~~

Draco
felt her orgasm around him, heard her moans and cries and felt her shudder and
he knew he couldn�t hold back. Swiftly, before she had even stopped coming,
while her muscles were still squeezing him � oh, Merlin, she was so tight, how
was he supposed to endure those muscles contracting around him? � he lifted her
and positioned her under him so he could feel her entire body from head to toe
against him, while he took her.

He
wanted to take her. He needed to take her.

Without
another thought in his mind, he drove into her, again and again, claiming her mouth
and her body, and feeling her breasts pressed against his chest, her legs
thrown around his thighs, her gorgeous well-kissed lips against his.

�Hermione,�
he gasped, just to say her name. �Hermione. Hermione.�

He
was coming. He tried to fight it a little longer, but it was no good. He was
beyond any kind of thought or control and he just needed to possess her, to
bury himself inside of her and let go of all the passion that had built over
the last few years.

He
felt it in his toes, in his fingers, in his belly. The orgasm was inevitable
now. It had started.

�Hermione,�
he gasped one last time before he thrust deep and buried his face in her neck,
muffling the cry that spilled from his lips, while her hair brushed his cheek.

He
had never come this hard. It had never been this good. It had never been this
intense.

They
said that reality couldn�t compare to a fantasy, but he would have to disagree.
Reality outstripped fantasy by a long shot.

Even
after his shudders had subsided he didn�t move. He felt too good. He felt more
satisfied than he ever had before. He caressed her ear with his lips, then her
cheek and, finally, her lips. He would miss those lips.

Then
he realized what he had done.

She
was a virgin and he had lost his head and been rough with her.

He
jerked back. �Are you all right?� he demanded.

�I�m
fine,� she softly answered.

�I�m
sorry,� he said. �I lost it. I�m usually not this inconsiderate��

�Usually?�
she sharply asked, pulling away from him.

Uh-oh.
He could let her think that her boyfriend was cheating on her, of course, but
it was really only going to upset her, and she�d figure out that he wasn�t
Weasley as soon as she talked to the git and found
out that he never met her here.

�I
meant in general,� he said.

�You�ve
done this before, haven�t you?� she asked.

�Hermione��

�Haven�t
you?�

He
sighed. He didn�t really feel he could lie about this. It was stupid of him, he
knew. �Yes.�

�You�ve
cheated on me?� Her voice was so low that he could barely make it out. And
heartbroken.

�No,�
he rushed to assure her, because� well, he hadn�t. �It was before, uh, us.� It
certainly had been before tonight. In fact, it had been a couple of months
since last time. He really wasn�t that
active. He didn�t sleep around just because he could, but he did have urges and there were plenty of girls willing to take
care of them.

�How
can that be?�

�You�ve
always been out of my league,� he answered, wryly thinking that that was the
case for Weasley as well. �I didn�t think you�d ever want me in this way.�

Not that it matters much either way.

�Dragon
dung!� she growled. �You�ve known how I felt since fourth year!�

�I
lost my virginity in third year,� he quietly said, not even lying. Even then,
some of the older girls had been trying to catch the attention of the next
generation of Malfoy.

She
was silent again.

�I
wouldn�t cheat on you,� he softly added. �Please don�t leave this room angry.�

�Hmm,�
was all she said.

He
just wanted to lie down and go to sleep and possibly repeat what they had been
doing when he woke up, but not only were they in someone else�s dormitory and
she was angry, but they really should be getting back before they were missed
and someone came looking for them.

He
sighed and began trying to find and identify pieces of clothing in the dark.

Once
they were dressed Draco realized the dilemma he was in. He couldn�t leave with
her.

He
did some fast thinking.

�You
leave first,� he said. �I�ll meet you back at our common room. I have something
I have to do.�

She
didn�t reply. He got the feeling that she shrugged.

He
caught her arm as she brushed past him. �Don�t be mad,� he whispered to her.
�If I hadn�t� it made it better for you, for both of us.�

�Yeah?�
she bitterly asked. �So how do I range on a scale from one to ten, then?
Perhaps an eight?�

�Twelve,�
he replied.

�I
don�t believe you.�

�You
should,� he whispered. �I wouldn�t mind� that is� I-I would give almost
anything to have it happen again.�

She
shrugged. This time he knew for sure, because his hand was still on her arm.
�You�re my boyfriend, aren�t you?� she grumbled. �Chances are we�ll do it again
once I forgive you.�

�Yeah��
he said unable to keep the regret out of his voice. He knew he wouldn�t get to
touch her ever again. �I can�t wait.�

~~~

Lucy
was standing at the edge of the Ravenclaw common room looking smug and for all
the world as if life suited her. It wasn�t exactly what Draco expected after
she had stood him up. He didn�t know what
he had expected, but not that.

�What
are you up to?� he asked suspiciously.

A
small smirk lifted the corner of her pretty mouth. �I don�t know what you�re
talking about,� she said.

�Where
were you? I was waiting for you.�

�Ah�
I got detained. So sorry.� She didn�t sound sorry at all.

He
narrowed his eyes. �Turns out that Granger had a meeting with Weasley up there
and Weasley failed to show as well. Know anything about that?�

Her
smirk widened. �Not a thing.�

He
shook his head. Lucy was good. She was really good. She managed to keep a
pristine reputation, while being notorious for always getting what or who she wanted among those who weren�t afraid
to bend the rules themselves.

Of
course, Draco knew exactly what kind of person Lucy was. This was why they got
along so well.

Apparently,
she had had designs on Weasley. Or possibly she still did, depending on how it
had gone.

�You
owe me,� he stated.

She
gave him an appraising glance. �I�m sure we can work something out.�

He
shook his head again. �Did it at least pay off?�

She
smiled vaguely. �I don�t kiss and tell.�

Which
meant yes.

Draco
swallowed, feeling an uncomfortable sinking sensation in his stomach. He didn�t
know why he should be feeling guilty when Lucy
had been the one with the schemes. �Well, good. I�d hate to see my � unwilling,
I might add � sacrifice be for nothing.�

She
snorted delicately. How that was even possible, he didn�t know, but she did it.
�Is that so?� she softly asked. �Took you an awful long time to come down,
though, didn�t it?�

He
narrowed his eyes again, glaring at her.

�Don�t
try that on me,� she calmly said. �I�m not stupid. I know you lust for her. I
figured I might even be doing you a favor. So, did you make the most of the
darkness? You did, didn�t you?�

Again,
Draco was getting this very unpleasant� feeling. She made it sound all wrong. It
hadn�t felt that underhanded and cheap. He looked away. �I don�t kiss and
tell,� he mumbled.

She
positively beamed. �Seems like we both made the most of tonight, doesn�t it?�

She
began to leave, but Draco stopped her with a hand on her arm as she was going
past him. �Did he at least believe that you were her?�

Lucy
frowned in disapproval. �Caring doesn�t become you, Draco,� she replied,
shaking off his hand. �She must have been good.�

�Just
tell me,� he said.

She
pursed her lips. �How is Astoria doing?� she asked,
pushing the one button sure to set Draco off.

�You
of all people should know that just because I have to marry her when she finishes school doesn�t mean that I will have to
date her now,� he growled. �She has
nothing to do with this.�

�No,
and you certainly aren�t faithful,� Lucy coolly replied. �But it just makes me
wonder� why bother caring what happens between Granger and Weasley when you
won�t ever be the one reaping the
benefits?�

He
didn�t have a reply for that and she left.

~~~

This
was surreal.

Hermione
had been thinking about what had happened in the Ravenclaw tower, going over
Ron�s strange behavior in her head, and trying to digest his confession.

Somehow,
she had just always assumed that he had been a virgin as she was.

How
many thirteen year old boys had sex, anyway?

And
he hadn�t seemed particularly� experienced� when they had been together in the
past. In the beginning, it had taken very little to make him come. In fact,
apart from today, he didn�t seem very much aware about anything that had to do
with, well, her.

She
had assumed that that bit came with having sex.

But
perhaps he had only done it once. She hadn�t asked. But he had said usually, which made it sound like he had
done it several times and even regularly.

Recently.

He
had been so strange. But in a good way, for the most part. He had made her feel
so good, making her first time truly memorable. No, it wasn�t exactly roses and
champagne, but that was fine with her. It had been passion, showing her just how good making love could be.

And
it could be good.

He
thought he had hurt her, when he had suddenly just switched positions and dominated
her, but he hadn�t. Not in any way that mattered. Yes, she might be a bit sorer
now, but the way she had felt him lose control over his all-consuming passion
while he pounded into her, chanting her name� she had felt� needed. Cherished.
Even worshipped. No, it hadn�t been gentle, but it wasn�t from a desire to hurt
her, it was from a desire for� her. This made all the difference.

If
she could just get past the revelation that it hadn�t been as special for him
as it had been for her. How could it when he had already had his first time?

It
took Ron ages to return to their common room. Hermione was still sitting in a
chair, thinking about what had happened tonight when he finally entered.

�I
thought you told me to meet you back here?� she said, hard pressed to keep the
annoyance from her voice.

Ron
jumped. �H-Hermione?� he asked. �Uh� I did?�

Hermione
frowned. This was not a good way to start. �Did you go back to the party for
some more to drink?� she demanded a bit too sharply for her own liking.

He
scowled slightly. �I don�t know what you�re talking about.�

�Really?�
she drawled.

�Yes,
really,� he replied. �Why did you stand me up?�

Hermione
frowned. She was right here, wasn�t she? �What do you mean?�

�It
was fine if you changed your mind,� he said. �But couldn�t you at least have
told me instead of just� not showing up? I thought we were more than that.�

�I
did show up!� she growled.

Now
he was looking confused and for all the world as if he were in denial. �No, no.
Your message with the new directions arrived, I followed them and you never
showed up. I-instead there was someone else.� He swallowed and looked away as
if unable to look at her.

Hermione�s
eyes had widened impossibly. �What?� she whispered.

�Someone
else,� he mumbled. �Why didn�t you show up, Hermione?� he asked again. �You
could have�You should have shown up.�

His
pain was palpable. He had done something he regretted.

She
had a very good idea what that might be.

Because
if she hadn�t slept with Ron� then who had she just lost her virginity to?

And
why wasn�t she feeling shocked, horrified or devastated?

~~~~~~

��Fuck off, Malfoy!� Ron growled.

Hermione
rolled her eyes. Not at Ron, per se, but at the whole situation. It wasn�t
really as entertaining anymore as it had been a few years ago and even then it
had mostly been taxing. Malfoy was always a prick and Ron always rose to the bait � that was, unless Harry did first. Today
Harry didn�t take it first because he wasn�t with them when they ran into the git.

�Better
hurry to lunch, Weasel King,� Draco lazily replied. �You�re in charge of
feeding your family, aren�t you? Better make sure all the good scraps aren�t taken.�

Ron
took a step forward and Draco grinned. Hermione decided she had had enough.

�For
the love of�� she growled. �Grow up, both of you!� Draco opened his mouth,
probably to say something about her blood status, but she didn�t give him the
chance. �Yes, I�m Muggleborn and you�re inbred,� she said. �We get it already!�

Draco
didn�t look very offended, instead he looked positively smug. �Weasel is inbred
too!�

Ron
snarled.

Hermione
made a frustrated sound. �I�ll leave you two to your playgroup time,� she
growled before she went off to return a book to the library.

�Our
what time?� she heard Draco ask.

�No
idea,� Ron replied.

~~~

Blessed
silence. Hermione knew there was a reason why she loved libraries. The lack of
males fighting, for one thing, made it a vastly better place to be. Alas, she
couldn�t stay long. She had classes, after all, and she was late. She hurried
into the hall, turned a corner, ran down some stairs, turned another corner and
stopped dead just short of running into someone.

A
blond, grey-eyed someone, naturally. In an otherwise deserted hallway.

Because
there really wasn�t any way for the Universe to allow that he not bother her for thirty seconds.

She
sighed and waited for the inevitable insult to come.

Instead
he just raised an eyebrow and stepped aside.

This
was peculiar.

She
was just going past him when she noticed his eyes drop to her neck, where her
robe had slid just far enough to the side to show the mark she had gotten two
days ago. A ghost of a smirk that she really shouldn�t have noticed flittered
across his face.

My mark. Don�t hide it. I�ll be watching for it.

She
gasped, clasped the love bite with one hand and spun back to face him.

He
looked slightly startled as she stopped and stared at him with wide eyes, but
he didn�t comment. He didn�t say anything. He just returned her gaze. For a
second something flickered in his eyes, but it was gone too soon for her to
identify it.

It
was him. She just knew it was him. She didn�t know how she knew, but she just
did. She could picture his face and his body. It was most definitely him.

Finally,
after what seemed like forever, he broke the eye contact and turned away. First
then did she recover her ability to speak.

�It
was you.�

He
stopped without turning back. �What of it, Granger?�

�I�
we� I� with you.�

He
turned his head slightly. �No, you
did it with Weasley,� he calmly
stated. �I was just obliging your little fantasy.�

�Why
did you do it?� she whispered.

He
shrugged. �Because you were there and I wanted to.�

And
then he walked away.

Hermione
was left with a few revelations:

Draco
Malfoy was the one who had taken her virginity.

She
wasn�t really that surprised.

And
she wasn�t really that upset that he was the one, either.

~~~~~~

If
you beg for a sequel I shall have to punish you and write one. It will be Ron/OFC(Lucy) and then you get to watch his
freckled arse for another 12k words. Don�t tell me
you want to do that. Pervs.

Oh
and just to clear something out that I had a bit of discussion with at least
one beta about: Hermione�s emotions aren�t magically all sorted out now, no.
This is just not a fic that gets into all that mess.
Then it would be fucking long and no, I
do not have time for another project! But I imagine that Ron and Hermione
would be pretty awkward around each other and Hermione would really resent Draco for tricking her.

Any
and all reviews pertaining to the Silencio Sequel will be ignored. The Sequel would not be
some one-shot to be handled lightly some weekend I was horny, capiche? So this fic was just a
bonus. If you cannot appreciate the bonus, I do not actually want to hear from you.
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