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Flowers for Valentine\'s Day	By : ScubaMuffin Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 5924 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Friday, February 1st

I feel like we're rushing; fourteen days to plan a dance just isn't enough. I told him, Merlin knows how many times, but did he listen? No! Of course not! He was too busy distracting me! I really wanted to hate him for it but it was hard, the distraction was so much more fun than going over party arrangements.

He sat across from me in our common room, the coffee table between us scattered with parchment, pushing a quill between his nose and upper lip trying to get it to stay. Who knew that once you got to know the little bugger he would actually have a pretty good sense of humor? I was appalled when I learned that he had been named Head Boy to my Head Girl. I couldn't stop thinking about how he had gotten the position, it just didn't make sense. Apparently though, his grades in school were right up there with mine, he is number two to my number one. I felt my lips pull up as I remembered when I had yelled that at him during one of our more particularly violent fights, his face had gone red and he growled before launching himself at me, tackling me onto the couch. With a whispered "Now who's on top?" he kissed me, which incidentally ended our hostility toward each other. This was a month into school, and we've been together since, not without rocky points, but we've pulled through.

"Look, Hermione, I have a mustache," he tried to smile while still holding the quill, the smile worked but the quill fell, "well…I did." I smiled at him distractedly trying to go through everything in my head I thought we didn't already go over yet.

"Did you get the decorations? The flower bouquets? What about the gift bags?" I asked, thinking maybe we had forgotten some small detail as I searched through the papers in front of me listing what we had planned and what had actually come through. We started planning for the dance last month and though I knew the plans were set, and there were just a few more things to get, I couldn't help but keep rechecking everything.

"Yes," he sighed. "Hermione, there is nothing to worry about, you've gone over this a million times, we have plenty of time to finish any last minute details that we forgot. Not that there is any possible way you could have forgotten something," he soothed, his voice becoming gentle, I guess he could tell I was freaking out a little. It was the second dance that we got to plan together and I had a right to be nitpicky, the first dance had gone all to hell…well, maybe six feet under…ok, it went fine, but still it could have gone so much better. The flower arrangements never came in so we had to use flowers from Herbology (you can imagine how that went over, plants trying to eat the students, although for some reason everyone seemed to enjoy that little edge of danger. I seriously think they are all off their rockers), the Weird Sisters had to cancel because the lead singer caught bronchitis and lost her voice (Hello? Ever heard of lip synching? But of course they were appalled when I even suggested such a thing) and a few other trivial things that were important only to me it seemed.

I ran my hands through my hair causing it to become staticy and stick to my cheeks…damn frizzy hair. I looked up when I felt the couch sink next to me.

"Stop worrying yourself, you're going to get wrinkles," he whispered in my ear, running his hand up my arm. Little goose bumps broke out and I shivered. Distractions…what did I tell ya?

"If everything was already done I wouldn't have anything to worry about," I said, the words coming out airy as he leaned into me, trying to push me down on the couch. I tried to resist but failed miserably, it was hard not to want to be surrounded by him. We didn't even have to do anything, just lay there together and it would be amazing. Like now, as he pushed me down and we settled ourselves in, he gave me a soft kiss before pulling away and laying his head on my chest, his nose nestled in my neck. I wrapped my arms around him, pressing him against me as much as possible. This did little to calm me down, as any time we are close together my heart races and I start to shake, but it gave my mind somewhere else to be. Like thinking about how amazing he smelled, or how good he felt pressed up against me, or on a bigger scale, what, what I felt pressed against me looked like uncovered.

I sighed and closed my eyes. He was being so tolerant of me, if we kissed, it never went too far. He would tentatively brush his hand across my breast or my butt; if we were laying down he would encourage me to wrap my legs around him and he would run a hand up and down my thigh, pressing himself against me for awhile before pulling away and tucking me against him; while my hands were content to explore the hard plains of his chest and back or his hair, which feels like silk running through my fingers. I wonder if maybe he's a little scared too. I know I'm nervous as all hell, I constantly have butterflies in my stomach, when he touches me I get an adrenaline rush which makes me light headed and jittery, and the first time he kissed me I passed out because I forgot to breath, more like I forgot how to breath. I guess whoever said love and hate are closely related was right because after that first kiss it was like a new door had opened, well, it opened after I woke up and we talked about it.

Maybe I should take some risks, we've been dating for five months and we haven't gone past tentative touching. I asked him why he still stayed with me since I never went far during our little kissing sessions, he said it was because I was the first girl to actually take an interest in his mind, not just his body, and if all we did was kiss and cuddle until I was ready to go farther, no matter how long it took, he was ok with it.

I know it was sweet but I couldn't help but think maybe it was all just a load of bull, I know how I make him feel; it presses into me when we are making out. Thinking about it, maybe I am ready to go farther, I think I was just afraid to go farther with him, scared that maybe he was just with me to get into my pants and then leave…but he's stuck around for five months, so I'm sure he's in it for me and not the sex. I want to have it, Merlin knows he gets me hot and bothered and going to bed feeling like that means a restless night of dreams better left unmentioned.

As I ran my hands up and down his back, I decided I was going to take initiative and move us forward, not that I didn't like where we were, but more would be nice. So, I poked him in the side until he lifted his head up and before he could complain about me tickling him, I kissed him. His surprise made me happy and I wrapped myself around him so he couldn't pull away. He quickly got over his shock of me attacking him and responded in kind.

No matter how many times we'd done it, his kiss still sometimes made me forget how to breathe. It amazed me that someone could be this good at kissing, in his hands, technically his lips, it was a refined art. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and stroked the roof of my mouth which made me squeak, and he laughed against my mouth.

"To what do I owe your aggressiveness to?" he asked and I opened my eyes to see a wolfish grin turning up the corners of his mouth. He propped himself up on his elbows, his hands going under my shoulders to cradle me. I was hoping to just work our way up to removal of clothing, not having to talk, just going for it. Unfortunately, Draco really is too astute for his own good.

"Just…" I looked past him and began picking at his shirt, suddenly embarrassed.

I felt him shift and I looked at his face quickly before looking elsewhere again. The smile was gone and he was frowning, a sign that he was concerned. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm fine, it's just…" I really didn't want to say it, and it irked me a little that I had no problem shooting my mouth off about any subject but when I want to ask my boyfriend to go farther I decide to become nervous and can't finish a stupid sentence. So with new determination I said, "I want to go farther." Only, thanks to my mouth it came out as a scrambled mumble and didn't make sense.

"Do you really?" he asked seriously, though I could hear a happy note in his voice. I turned to him quickly wondering how the hell he had understood what I said. A slow smile spread across his face as he leaned down and kissed me quickly. "That's what Crabbe and Goyle sound like when they talk with their mouths full," he laughed.

I could feel my face heat up and I really just wanted to find a rock to crawl under and die. "Hermione, please don't be embarrassed. I'm sorry I understood what you mumbled. If it will help I'll forget it." His expression suddenly changed to one of confusion, "I'm sorry Hermione, I didn't understand what you just said could you please repeat it?"

I laughed and when I saw his smile, I knew he had gotten the reaction he wanted. "I'm sorry, I'm just not used to voicing my…"

"Wants? Needs? Kinky fantasies? 'Cuz I do those too," his smile was in his voice though he kept his face serious. He was joking with me and it was making it a little easier to talk about. Somehow by joking about it, he made it feel like a subject that shouldn't make me afraid.

"Yes, my wants, in a particular area, which you're a major part of. I've been thinking about it for awhile and I want to eventually get to sex. I've known for some time that I wanted to go farther but I wasn't sure, now I am so I would like to work up to actual intercourse." I watched the smile on his face grow the more I talked and as I finished he leaned in and kissed me until I was gasping for breath before pulling away.

"You call the shots, you designate how far we go each time, if you are uncomfortable about something tell me to stop, and I will stop," he panted, his lips just above mine.

"Thank you," I whispered, so happy that he wasn't laughing or taking advantage of my confession to push himself on me, and he was kissing me again. Now that it was out, my confidence suddenly rushed back and I started to tug at his shirt, I'd seen him shirtless of course, and there was the occasional session where we ended up with our shirts off, but my bra always stayed on. Usually during such times, he would explore the skin that was exposed licking and nipping at my belly or tracing the lines of my bra with his mouth.

He rose up and unbuttoning a few buttons pulled the shirt over his head before tossing it away. Reaching for the buttons on my uniform blouse he paused and looked at me. I smiled my approval and he worked his way down the line finally reaching the last one and pushing the sides away. I pulled him down for another kiss, loving the feel of his warm skin under my hands. My resolve strengthened and I moved one of my hands away from him and reached over to the table, feeling for my wand, I eventually found it and saying the spell in my head I made my shirt and bra disappear.

I felt his sharp intake of breath when instead of material he felt all my skin and he pulled away to look down at me, surprise written all over his face. "If it's ok, this is as far as I'd like to go today," I whispered.

He smiled brilliantly, "Whatever you want," and kissed me again before working his way across my jaw and to my neck.

"You can look, you know. That was the point of vanishing my clothing," I mumbled, wanting him to look at me but scared that he wouldn't like what he saw.

"Sorry, I wanted to give you a chance to adjust to taking a step before I took every advantage of ravishing what you've presented before me," he whispered, lightly kissing my lips. He kept his eyes on mine as he slowly raised himself up, removing the safety of being hidden by his body and when I didn't object he slowly moved his eyes downward, still giving me time to say no.

His hitch in breathing let me know that he had finally let himself look at me. "You can touch too," I hinted, my confidence rising when he didn't insult me and run away. In fact his arms twitched like he was fighting desperately not to reach out and touch me.

"Oh thank Merlin," he whispered before wasting no time in sealing his mouth over my left nipple and working his tongue and teeth against it.

I arched into his touch and he slipped an arm under me, pulling me against him as he moved to my right nipple, his hand replacing his mouth on my left. By now I had pretty much given up my conviction of working our way up to sex. This just felt too amazing, if I had known , we would have done this a lot sooner.

As he worked my other breast, I started to push myself against him. He ground back and a cry escaped even as I pressed my lips together, afraid to make noise.

"Don't," he groaned as he ground against me again.

"Don't what?" I whispered, scared he was going to stop

He raised his head up from my chest and smirked, "I like it when you're vocal, it lets me know you like what I'm doing." He followed his confession with a lazy flick of his tongue over my nipple.

"Ok," I breathed, thankful he didn't want to stop. He moved up to kiss me and ground himself against me again before backing away. I whined a complaint and he laughed, looking down at me.

"It's bed time, Love."

"And what if I don't want to go to bed yet?" I challenged, running my hands down his chest.

"Then I'll force you," he stated simply and picked me up. I helped him open the door and he carried me to my bed before tossing me on it, almost bouncing me off the opposite side. "Get dressed and I'll be back."

As soon as he closed her door, I stripped the remainder of my clothes off and changed into a fresh pair of panties and my new green sleeper set. I bought it in Hogsmead the weekend before and hadn't gotten a chance to show him yet. One night Draco asked me if I would like to sleep with him, actually sleep, no ulterior motives. Since then, he made it a habit to sleep together at least once a week. We went to sleep cuddled together, and we woke up cuddled together.

I did my business in our shared bathroom, brushing my teeth and washing my face and exited, hearing the door to his side open a moment after. It wasn't until I was getting into bed that I noticed a single white Camellia blossom sitting on my pillow. I picked it up by the stem and smiled, he thought I was adorable. In Herbology, as an ode to St. Valentine's Day, Professor Sprout picked a flower and taught us the meaning of it, probably in the hopes of getting the guys to be more creative in holiday flowers. Today, the flower was white Camellias, and they meant "You are adorable."

The door to the bathroom opened and Draco stepped in wearing his black sleep pants. He smiled when he saw me holding the flower and climbed into bed with me.

"I think you're adorable too," I said, using my wand to freeze the flower so it wouldn't wilt and set it on my nightstand. I lay down facing him and my smile faltered when I saw the hurt frown pulling his lips down. "What's wrong?"

"Men aren't adorable, we're handsome, or hot," he complained.

I laughed, relieved nothing was really wrong and decided to tease him. "I guess it's a good thing you aren't a man then, 'cuz you are the epitome of adorable."

"I am a man, and when you're ready, I'll show you just how much of a man I am."

"No, then you'll just be a teenage boy with a man's equipment."

He laughed, conceding to defeat and kissed my nose. "Alright, you've sufficiently questioned my manliness, now it's time to sleep." I knew he was right, that we actually really did need to go to sleep, but I wasn't tired and would rather continue from earlier. I gave in and cuddled up to his chest, his hand tickled up and down my back, soothing me into relaxation and in no time I was yawning.

"Goodnight, Draco," I whispered, sleep coming on faster than I thought.

"Goodnight, Hermione," he kissed the top of my hair and pulled me to him.
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