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No One But You	By : wanderingwizard Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 6142 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hello everyone, anyone? This is my first EVER fan fiction piece, so please be gentle. I hope you enjoy it and I appreciate your comments. I would love to continue on this story if there's an audience for it - ideas are a-rumminating. Let me know!
CHAPTER 1
As his hand grazed the outside of her bare thigh, Hermione shivered. Ron smiled down at her mischievously as he felt the goosebumps rise on her smooth skin and her body quake to his touch.

They were laying in her apartment bed. Ron rested his weight on his elbow as he explored her body with the opposite hand. He saw fire in her eyes as he leaned in, though not close enough. Hermione arched her back to get closer and Ron couldn’t help but groan softly as he felt her plush bosom against his chest.

Hermione whispered, “Please…”

Ron chuckled and feigned innocence, “Please what, Hermione?”

Hermione blushed, not ready to give up her coyness completely, “You know what.”

Ron smiled sweetly down at the blushing maiden and trailed a featherlight touch from Hermione’s leg upward towards her essence. Hermione gasped at the sensation, wishing she had taken her underwear off earlier so she could feel it in its entirety.

Ron fingered the edge of the undergarment’s lace as he kissed along Hermione’s jawline. Hermione arched her hips to force Ron’s hand into giving her more pressure, as she sighed against him and clutched at the mattress sheet.

Ron clucked at her, mentioning words like, “impatient” and “pushy”, all the while smiling lovingly down at her.

Hermione gave him a solemn face before he finally agreed, “Is this what you want?”

Ron used his hand to slide away the pesky lace, and in a smooth motion inserted two fingers inside of Hermione. Ron loved feeling her squeeze against him as he rubbed her softly from the inside. Hermione’s breathing hitched as Ron touched a spot inside her that she could never seem to get on her own.

Hermione groaned, “More…”. Ron, enjoying himself, replied, “Or would you rather something else…”

Although Ron’s manhood was still covered by his own undergarments, he knew Hermione could feel his hardness up against her leg, especially as he grinded against her for emphasis.

Hermione smiled up at him and reached down to pull at his boxer briefs, making sure to rub up against the impressive length beforehand.

Ron removed the hand that had been stroking Hermione’s core to help relieve himself of the constriction.

Hermione smiled adoringly as Ron sprang from his clothing, already dripping with vicious liquid. Hermione grabbed the member before Ron could torture her further and led it towards her own throbbing core. Ron seemed to be finished with his game as he happily obliged her and prepared himself to enter. Hermione gave Ron a kiss, signaling her own preparedness before feeling a gentle push into herself and a fullness she craved.

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Hermione shot awake, immediately noticing the warm and tingling sensation in her sensitive region. Hermione groaned disappointedly. If she had to have a dream about Ron, couldn’t it at least have gotten to the good part? Hermione laid there momentarily, debating if her immediate frustration was due to the person in her dream or her lack of release.

Annoyed, Hermione reached down and gingerly touched the wetness that she had already felt leaking down her leg and buttocks. On a typical day, she would usually allot herself the fifteen minutes to feel her muscles give in to the tension.

But, today would be different. This was the day she would be returning back to Hogwarts, alone.

“If anything, maybe this punishment will teach me not to dream about Ron anymore,” Hermione mumbled to herself as she grabbed a fresh pair of underwear from her nightstand and lifted herself from her bed.

Hermione trudged towards the bathroom and looked gloomily at her reflection. She hadn’t been eating as much since she told Ron that she didn’t see a future together anymore, just three months ago. Hermione turned her head slowly and noticed more hollowness under her cheekbones that where once filled with the pudge that she had put on after the war, upon being around Molly’s delicious but fattening cooking so often.

She had spent nearly six months attached to Ron’s side at his mother’s house, when they weren’t cozying up next to one another in Hermione’s muggle, London apartment. Hermione saw less of him when Harry had convinced him to join the Aurors and their pursuit to rebuild the ministry. Yet, they had still always made time for each other, even going out as a group with Harry and Ginny at times.

Hermione grabbed her hairbrush and started working on her matted hair that had spent the night getting knotted in on itself, with what Hermione was sure was a night full of tossing and turning, and probably some drooling.

Hermione’s tugging was met with little avail. She decided to start from scratch as she hopped into the shower, opting for the opportunity to pull herself together and decide on the prospective on the new day, rather than simply using the cleaning charm on herself.

During her shower, Hermione had time to reminiscence on the previousweek.

Drearily, Hermione remembered stepping out of the shower, sopping wet, to a tapping sound at her bedroom window. She grabbed her towel and wrapped it tight around herself before venturing to the window to be greeted by a young, but fluffy barn owl with a neat letter attached to his foot.

Hermione opened the window to give the owl a ledge to rest on as she ventured into a kitchen cabinet where she kept a box of dried crickets. Hermione used the spoon she had designated to scoop some of the insects into a small plastic bag. Hermione returned, holding the bag open for the creature to munch on the treats as she used the other hand to untie the note that was addressed to her.

To Ms. Hermione Granger,

It is such a pleasure to have you join our new assistant faculty team at Hogwarts. I look forward to your presence around the school. I am grateful for your enthusiastic willingness to jump on board. I apologize once again for the short notice, but if I must be frank, I was hoping for you to come on board.

Per our agreement, I will split the duties of Transfiguration courses with you – I will handle the advanced courses from fifth years and beyond, while you will train the younger students. They should be honored to have a strong Gryffindor to look up to. Although I am confident in your abilities to teach all of the courses, I respect and understand your wishes to teach the younger students to help establish the authoritative air that comes with a larger age difference.

I have transfigured your Hogwarts Express ticket into this note, as to not bog down the owl with too many papers. As you may have noticed, this one is young and training.

Please transfigure it back into your ticket and I will see you when you arrive from the train. Feel free to join the professors who returned home for their breaks in the front cabins, they will know to expect you should you decide to ride with them.

Please return the owl with something of yours, so that I know he was successful in his delivery.

Respectfully yours,

Minerva McGonagall
Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Magic
Professor of Transfiguration: 5-7

Hermione had taken the nearest dust bunnies from the floor and slid them into the snack bag that the owl had delightedly finished off, before using her wand to transfigure them into tiny birds of dirt that flew softly in the pouch. Hermione tied the pouch to the bird’s claw and rubbed its head graciously before sending it back off into the morning light.

Hermione sighed in her current shower, wondering if leaving home for a year and closing the door on her relationship with Ron were really the right things to do.

Her life had changed quite a bit within the past year. Just over a year ago, the success at the Battle of Hogwarts left so many bodies behind that it was hard to see as a success at all. The grief period was oddly decorous as everyone had to learn how to return to their lives. What began as a lovely honeymoon period with her friends who turned family and Ron, who became something even more, slowly deteriorated as everyone’s lives and problems from before the war began to follow them once more.

Last month, Hermione had received an unexpected owl from Professor McGonagall informing her of the assistant professorship program that she was introducing to Hogwarts. All top performing students within the past twenty years at Hogwarts were invited to apply for a position in any of the subjects.

The pilot program would begin with the new and closely rearing school year. Professors would be chosen at the discretion of the headmistress and the current professor and slots would be filled throughout the year, as applicants were vetted.

Hermione read the message the minute it arrived but set it down on her bedroom nightstand for a week before making the decision to act upon it. What did she have to lose? She couldn’t earnestly pass up a chance to return to the knowledge and magic that Hogwarts offered to instead wallow over what could have been.

Hermione decided that it was time to turn to the next chapter of the book of her life. She sent off her application to Hogwarts and was delightedly received the following week, which gave her one week to pack up her London life and return to that which had filled her with years of joy.

For all that Hermione knew, she was the only assistant professor that would be starting off the school year with the students. Hermione assumed it was because Professor McGonagall was eager to focus more on her headmistress duties. The other subjects still had professors solely dedicated to their teachings.

Nevertheless, it would be nice for the change of scenery and perhaps she could brush up on anything she might have missed on her last year. Really, it was more about the urge to officially finish than to learn something that she probably knew anyways. She may not have a conventional last year at Hogwarts, but she was determined to make the most of it.

Hermione finished getting ready and picked up the pack that she had assembled days beforehand. She waved a series of charms that would work better than any muggle alarm system to protect her apartment before finally apparating away, into King’s Cross Station.
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