Fic: "Trials of Affliction and Light Sleeping" (15/16)
*Author*: Padfoot the Marauder
*Pairing*: Draco/Hermione
*Rating*: NC-17
*Summary*: Draco discovers that he is part Veela. The odd thing is that Veela’s are only supposed to be female. This little fact wouldn’t be bound to bring along some peculiar side effects during mating season, now would it? DM/HG
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CHAPTER 15
After Hermione and Draco had disentangled themselves from each other, they each had gone in search for their discarded clothes. Even though Hermione couldn’t stop herself from grinning like a Cheshire cat, she noted that she felt something missing. At first she thought that it might be that she felt a bit mournful about her lost virginity (it’s hard not to get attached to it after almost 18 years) but she didn’t think that was it. When she looked over to Draco and when she saw him tucking his shirt back into his pants, she realised what it was.
“Wait,” Hermione said, catching Draco’s attention. “It’s just... can I just *see* you for a moment?”
Draco looked at her in question, not initially understanding what she meant, but when she walked up to him and started undoing the buttons of his shirt, he understood.
She wanted to see him naked.
Draco let her undress him, letting his shirt slide off his shoulders and fall to the floor. She pulled his pants and boxers down and threw them where his shoes and socks lay. Now naked before her, Draco let her unashamedly devour his body with her eyes.
Hermione let her eyes rake over Draco’s form as she tentatively paced around him. She had seen him before solely clad in boxers, but then she had been reluctant to look at him.
Now she could.
And she did.
Eagerly.
She had never really understood the obsession most girls had for a guy’s butt, but now she sure did. They were just two little buns, begging to be squeezed. A grin crossed her face when she recalled that she had done that very thing only a few minutes ago. Ignoring the impulse to do it again, she started taking her own shirt off while still standing behind Draco. She wanted him to see her naked too, finding it unnatural to having lost her virginity to someone who hadn’t even seen her without any clothes on. Hermione felt a bit nervous about this, realising that the people who had seen her naked after she had hit puberty could be counted on two hands and had all been female.
Draco heard the shifting of fabric and clothing falling to the floor. He had been able to feel Hermione’s gazes as if she had been placing kisses instead of just looks, and it had been driving him insane. He had just gotten a mind-blowing orgasm, yet he already felt his blood redirecting itself to his groin again. Next thing, he felt Hermione snaking her arms around his waist and hugging him close, letting him feel her nakedness. Draco could feel her hair tickling his neck and her breasts and nipples pressing against his back.
“Oh Gods...” he groaned. He turned around and caught Hermione in a bruising kiss. She eagerly responded and hugged herself close to his front. The skin-to-skin contact felt amazingly erotic. She was surprised to feel Draco’s hardness pressing against her stomach. How could he possibly be hard again so soon afterwards?
“Hermione, you’re gorgeous,” Draco said huskily after releasing her lips, letting his eyes rake over her soft curves.
Hermione blushed at his praise.
“I know,” she smirked in a failed attempt to cover up the fact that she felt flattered. “So are you by the way.”
“I know,” Draco simply said.
They both smirked at each other. Then Hermione softly caressed Draco’s upper arms and leaned in to kiss his collarbone, something she had wanted to do for what seemed like ages. Draco groaned at the tender caress and in reflex he arced his hips against hers.
“Do you think we can-?” Hermione impishly asked, but was brusquely interrupted when with a start the train suddenly went underway again and the lights went back on.
“I think we’ll have to postpone it to another time,” Draco smirked, if somewhat ruefully. He would have liked to have another go at it as well.
Damn stupid train and its damn stupid timing!
They let go of each other and this time they really went to get dressed. Hermione first did a little cleaning charm on herself, because after standing up for a while she could feel the mixture of their juices starting to drip down her legs. She didn’t suppose her parents would enjoy picking their daughter up from school while said daughter looked like she had just been well and thoroughly shagged. Which she still did actually, even after having performed the cleaning spell. Faint marks of bruising were starting to appear on her breasts and inner thighs, and love bites were randomly scattered across her body. In situations like this, those concealing uniforms were a plus.
When they both were dressed, Hermione lifted the Locking- and Distraction spells she had placed on their compartment so they could depart.
“You go first” Draco said, holding the door open for her after having made sure no one was in the hallway. They didn’t need to exchange words to make it clear that they weren’t ready to just ‘come out’ like that. The people who they wanted to inform about their involvement would get to hear of it... in due time.
Hermione walked through the doorway and turned left to go in search for her friends, until suddenly Draco’s arm snuck around her waist, twisted her around and his lips enveloped her into another needy kiss. He sensuously nibbled on her bottom lip and caressed her cheek with his hand. It was then that Hermione suddenly realised that, until tomorrow, this was goodbye. She let herself be swept away by his hungry kisses, drifting away to a place where only him and her existed; a fictional place where they could touch and kiss and no one would care.
“See you tomorrow,” he whispered against her lips, releasing her from his grip. He cast her a playful wink and turned the other way.
“Yeah, see ya’h,” Hermione said hoarsely. She realised that, together with her suddenly rampaging hormones, this boy was going to be the death of her.
She turned around and went in search for her friends.
*
“So? How was it?” Ginny asked eagerly as she pulled Hermione aside.
“Ginny!” Hermione scolded embarrassedly. Curse the fates that the first person she had to run into had to be Ginny! The train had been closer to Kings Cross that Hermione had initially assumed, so when she had met up with Ginny the train was already busy with boarding the station. While everyone was pushing and shoving with their trunks to get off the train to great their parents, Ginny had pulled Hermione aside to have a private chat with her. While Hermione had been searching for excuses to go join the crowds again, Ginny had powerfully clasped her hand around her wrist and had forced her into a private compartment to linger until everyone else had disembarked the train. Regular people would get supernatural strength when one of their loved ones was in danger, *Ginny* on the other hand got supernatural strength when someone didn’t want to gossip with her.
“Ow, come on!” Ginny nagged. “I live for this sort of stuff! It makes up for my own lack of a sex-life. Come on tell me!”
“No!”
“This just isn’t fair!” Ginny said. “You get to spend your summer shagging a bloke who’s so handsome he even makes a hot-blooded lesbian like me take a moment to ogle. The least you can do is tell me about it. When I get home, all I have is chocolates and Cindy.”
Hermione was about to protest again, but frowned instead when her friend’s last words had sunk in.
“Cindy? Who’s Cindy?” Hermione asked.
Ginny dropped her head a bit and gave her a sheepish grin.
“My showerhead,” Ginny answered impishly.
Hermione kept frowning.
“Your sh-?” Hermione started, but then understood what Ginny meant and started howling with laughter, Ginny sniggering along with her.
“So...” Ginny said after they had somewhat stopped laughing and went back to the topic at hand. “Is he as good with his other body parts as he is with his hands?
“Ginny!” Hermione squeaked, slapping her friend on the wrist.
Ginny stuck her bottom lip out in a pout and Hermione sighed in defeat, knowing that she wasn’t going to call it quits any time soon.
“It was fantastic okay,” Hermione admitted with a blush.
“Ooooh!” Ginny exclaimed, visibly restraining herself from giddily bouncing up and down. “Does he have the raw, passionate side under that icy exterior I think he has? Did he tare any buttons in his eager to claim you?”
Hermione’s eyes widened at hearing her friend’s words, but her gaze glazed over a bit at getting a mixture of flashbacks at seeing the icy Slytherin... not so icy.
“Hermione!” Ginny scolded, urging Hermione to snap out of her daydream.
Hermione started sniggering.
“What?” Ginny asked curiously, wanting to know what Hermione was laughing about. “What? What? What?”
“No, he didn’t tare any buttons,” Hermione sniggered. “But I think *I* tore some of his.”
Ginny gasped in awe.
“You go girl!” Ginny praised. “I always knew you had it in you.”
“Had what in her?”
Ginny and Hermione turned their heads to the side to see Harry opening the door to their compartment to see if they were ready to go.
“Assertiveness,” Ginny answered dryly. “Hermione has just given Malfoy such a mouthful that he probably blacked out and saw stars. Really, this girl is not afraid to go down and dirty when it comes to dealing with Malfoy and his filthy, filthy tongue.”
Hermione kicked Ginny against her shin while trying to look natural.
Was she insane?
Hermione innocently smiled at Harry as she walked past him and went to fetch her trunk. It didn’t seem as if Harry had realised the double meanings in Ginny’s explanation. Hermione didn’t want Harry to find out just now what exactly Draco’s ‘filthy, filthy tongue’ had done to her. Harry was her best friend and she had to spring this upon him gently. He wasn’t going to take it very well when learning that his best friend had shagged Draco Malfoy, son of a Death Eater and nephew to the woman who killed the only person he had ever truly regarded as family.
Meanwhile Luna, who had already disembarked the train by now, was dreamily staring at Hermione as she touched ground with platform 9 3/4. Or *through* Hermione, it was difficult to tell with her. Harry had been going out with Luna ever since the senior dance and they really seemed to have hit it off.
It made sense though.
When Harry had first met Cho Chang, the butterflies in his stomach had started fluttering like crazy and his hormones had gone berserk. And Hermione still vividly remembered how that had turned out. However, when Harry had first met Luna, he had been rude to her, had ignored her, and hadn’t paid her much thought at all. Same as what happened between Draco and Hermione and she also very well knew how that had turned out. Hermione couldn’t help but let her eyes sweep over the crowds, searching for a certain blond Slytherin.
“What?” Hermione asked self-consciously, suddenly noticing that Harry was staring at her.
“Nothing,” Harry said, realising that he had been staring. “You look a bit odd that’s all.”
“Odd?” Hermione asked.
“Nothing bad or anything,” Harry assured her, letting his emerald-green eyes rake over her face again. “Actually... you look rather nice. Kind of glowy.”
Hermione was about to say something dismissingly, like blaming it on the heat or something, but got interrupted by Luna.
“Well, that’s not surprising,” Luna said offhandedly. “It’s commonly known that girls look pretty and glowy just after having received an orgasm.”
The four of them stood in silence.
Hermione’s eyes were widened in shock.
Luna knew?
How did she...?
Oh god, Harry knew!
“An o-?” he started saying in a baffled tone of voice.
“Guys do to, by the way,” Luna interrupted. “Look at Malfoy over there. He looks kind of glowy too.”
Everyone’s eyes suddenly snapped towards Draco, who seemed to be saying his goodbyes to some of his Slytherin companions. Hermione swallowed a lump in her throat when she noticed that he indeed looked kind of glowy. She just wanted to reach over and strangle Ginny and her big fat mouth! Why did she go and tell Luna? If Hermione had the strength to pass out at this moment, she surely would. If it had been up to her, she would have told Harry and Ron about her involvement with Malfoy by Owl-post... when it was their wedding day or something.
Fantastic, now she was thinking about weddings. How much more girly could she possibly get?
Hermione looked up at Harry and gave him a sheepish look. She hoped this would be quick and relatively painless, like ripping off a Band-Aid.
Harry frowned, obviously missing the point his girlfriend was trying to make. Hermione thought she could actually see the information seep into Harry’s scalp when he realised that she didn’t seem to make any move in denying the insinuations. His penny was dropping...
...Dropping...
...Dropping...
*KLING*
“M-Malfoy?” Harry stuttered. “O-orgasm?”
Hermione nodded while finding the floor very fascinating all of the sudden.
“Really Harry, you’re the last person who should be shocked about this,” Luna said dryly. “If anyone knows about the sexual magnetism of Draco Malfoy, it’s you.”
“But-” Harry started in a high-pitched voice.
“I really do think you make a nice couple,” Luna continued, turning her dreamy gaze back to Hermione and ignoring Harry’s shock. “It’s always nice to see two attractive and passionate people blending that passion together.”
“You had sex?!” Harry yelled in disbelief.
“Yeah,” Hermione said apologetically, feeling somewhat relieved that the crowd had made enough noise to swallow Harry’s loud affirmation. She realised that it would have been quite a shock for Harry, having the information slapped in his face like this. In his eyes, she had just gone from ‘Asexual friend’ to ‘Person who just shagged Draco Malfoy in train compartment’. She could quite relate to that, having felt the same after she had walked in on him and Draco snogging in the Transfiguration’s class.
“You shagged Malfoy?!” Harry yelled. “Hermione, it’s Malfoy! MALFOY!”
“What about me?” Draco asked dryly as he walked up beside Hermione, snaked his arm around her waist and hugged her close to him. A few seconds ago, when his eyes had spotted Hermione, it had been clear to hers and her friends’ body language that something was amiss. When Draco heard his name pop up in the conversation it had been his cue to step in and receive his part of the shouting and accusations.
“That’s it!” Harry yelled crossly, turning his attention towards Draco. “First me and then Hermione. Who’s next? Ron?”
“Now there’s a thought I would like to have done without,” Draco said sourly.
“Like I care what you think,” Harry spat. “Hermione, what were you thinking?”
“Harry, leave her alone,” Ginny pitched in. “It’s her choice to make.”
“Yeah, a bad choice,” Harry said, looking at Draco furiously.
“Harry, don’t say anything that you’d regret after your emotions have cooled down,” Ginny warned. “She’s your friend and you’re supposed to act as such. Malfoy might be a snotty brat-”
“Thank you,” Draco said sarcastically.
“- But if Hermione can live with that, good for her,” Ginny finished.
“I don’t care,” Harry yelled. “Hermione, don’t you realise...? I mean... IT’S MALFOY!”
“I know,” Hermione said compassionately. “I know it must be really hard for you to understand-”
“Damn right it is!” Harry interrupted crossly. “Couldn’t you just have picked *anyone* else? I mean... It’s Malfoy!”
“I do think we’ve already established my name, Potter,” Draco said dryly.
“Just think about the beautiful kids they’d make,” Luna said cheerfully.
“But-” Harry started protesting, looking incredulously at the whole lot of them.
“Come on,” Luna said dismissingly, grabbing Harry’s arm and pulling him away to obviously deal with him in private. “Stop ruining their post-coital buzz!”
Hermione heard Harry ‘butting’ as his girlfriend dragged him away to be swallowed up into the crowd.
“That went well,” Draco said sarcastically.
“I think it did,” Ginny retorted. “In comparison to what Ron’s going to react like, this was pleasant conversation.”
“Oh Gods, I hope Weaselby isn’t coming by for a ‘chat’,” Draco groaned. “Me and my precious ‘post-coital buzz’ really doesn’t want to deal with him right now.”
Hermione sighed, thinking about how Harry must be feeling right now. She really had wanted to break it to him more gently. It was only a matter of time before Ron would be finished with his Prefect’s duties and run into Harry, who would pass on the ‘awful’ news. And even though Hermione was grateful for Draco having buffered part of Harry’s arguments, she didn’t think he had made Harry feel any better.
“You know Draco,” Hermione said with a sigh, “I might have taken a fancy to you and all, but you’re still a snotty pest.”
“Perhaps,” Draco said unaffectedly. “But tomorrow you’re going on a date with the snotty pest. So who’s the worst off?”
“Err... me?”
“Exactly,” Draco said as he sweetly kissed her on the lips. He affectionately squeezed Hermione’s hand in a gesture of announcing his departure and took off to fetch his luggage. Draco’s mother had probably been waiting for over an hour for the train to arrive, so it wasn’t a good idea to keep her waiting any longer. He gave one last look over his shoulder, gave Hermione his handsomest of smiles and set out for home.
Hermione sighed. Things like that made her know that awful situations as she just had had with Harry were worth it.
“Look at my feet!” Ginny said, snapping her head down.
“What?” Hermione asked, somewhat flabbergasted looking down at Ginny’s feet.
“Do you see a puddle?” Ginny asked. “Because I think I just melted into a one.”
Hermione averted her gaze from the floor and rolled her eyes.
“You’re gay!” she reminded her friend.
“Yes, well, blame your boyfriend for his effeminate prettiness!” Ginny retorted.
“He is not effeminate!” Hermione said, but then remembered that today she had accused him of that very same thing. “And he is not my ‘boyfriend’.”
Ginny gave her an incredulous look.
“Did you sleep with him?” she asked.
“Yes,” Hermione answered.
“Are you going on a date with him?”
“Yes.”
“Did he just defend you against Harry like a knight in shining armour.”
“I- yes.”
“I don’t know how to break it to you, but you’ve got yourself a boyfriend,” Ginny said knowingly.
Hermione blinked.
“O my God, I’ve got a boyfriend,” she shrieked, clasping her hands in front of her mouth in shock. “When did that happen?”
Ginny laughed at her friend’s sudden slow-wittedness.
“I think somewhere in-between orgasms,” Ginny smirked as she grabbed her trunk and set off to great her family, with Hermione on her tail.
Hermione chewed her bottom lip as she mentally took a step back from the whole situation between her and Draco. If someone would have told her a year ago that she’d end up sleeping with Draco Malfoy, not only wouldn’t she have believed that person; she would have punched him or her in the face. She thought back on that pale, little 11-year-old boy she had known in her first year, strutting around with an arrogance that went far beyond his years. She and Draco had never even exchanged words until their second year, yet she had already been acquainted with the likes of him. Not that she had missed much, since the first sentence he had uttered to her had had the word ‘Mudblood’ in it. Little did Hermione know that six years later she’d be standing on Platform 9 ¾ holding hands with that same snotty pest.
“Are you thinking about Malfoy’s talented hands again?” Ginny asked wickedly as she noticed Hermione daydreaming again.
Hermione playfully elbowed Ginny in-between the ribs and dashed off towards the exit.
She really didn’t need to be reminded of Draco’s hands when she’d have to wait 24 hours before they would touch her again. It would be a whole day before they would be sensuously running through her hair, teasingly caressing her inner thighs, playfully squeezing her bum, touching her lips right before he’d claim them with his own...
Yes, the boy really was going to be the death of her.
Hermione made a mental note to immediately take a cold shower when she got home.
Spontaneous combustion really wouldn’t be a very graceful way to go.
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End of chapter 15
Disclaimer: The joke about the showerhead is a wink to ‘Malcolm in the Middle’.
*Pairing*: Draco/Hermione
*Rating*: NC-17
*Summary*: Draco discovers that he is part Veela. The odd thing is that Veela’s are only supposed to be female. This little fact wouldn’t be bound to bring along some peculiar side effects during mating season, now would it? DM/HG
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CHAPTER 15
After Hermione and Draco had disentangled themselves from each other, they each had gone in search for their discarded clothes. Even though Hermione couldn’t stop herself from grinning like a Cheshire cat, she noted that she felt something missing. At first she thought that it might be that she felt a bit mournful about her lost virginity (it’s hard not to get attached to it after almost 18 years) but she didn’t think that was it. When she looked over to Draco and when she saw him tucking his shirt back into his pants, she realised what it was.
“Wait,” Hermione said, catching Draco’s attention. “It’s just... can I just *see* you for a moment?”
Draco looked at her in question, not initially understanding what she meant, but when she walked up to him and started undoing the buttons of his shirt, he understood.
She wanted to see him naked.
Draco let her undress him, letting his shirt slide off his shoulders and fall to the floor. She pulled his pants and boxers down and threw them where his shoes and socks lay. Now naked before her, Draco let her unashamedly devour his body with her eyes.
Hermione let her eyes rake over Draco’s form as she tentatively paced around him. She had seen him before solely clad in boxers, but then she had been reluctant to look at him.
Now she could.
And she did.
Eagerly.
She had never really understood the obsession most girls had for a guy’s butt, but now she sure did. They were just two little buns, begging to be squeezed. A grin crossed her face when she recalled that she had done that very thing only a few minutes ago. Ignoring the impulse to do it again, she started taking her own shirt off while still standing behind Draco. She wanted him to see her naked too, finding it unnatural to having lost her virginity to someone who hadn’t even seen her without any clothes on. Hermione felt a bit nervous about this, realising that the people who had seen her naked after she had hit puberty could be counted on two hands and had all been female.
Draco heard the shifting of fabric and clothing falling to the floor. He had been able to feel Hermione’s gazes as if she had been placing kisses instead of just looks, and it had been driving him insane. He had just gotten a mind-blowing orgasm, yet he already felt his blood redirecting itself to his groin again. Next thing, he felt Hermione snaking her arms around his waist and hugging him close, letting him feel her nakedness. Draco could feel her hair tickling his neck and her breasts and nipples pressing against his back.
“Oh Gods...” he groaned. He turned around and caught Hermione in a bruising kiss. She eagerly responded and hugged herself close to his front. The skin-to-skin contact felt amazingly erotic. She was surprised to feel Draco’s hardness pressing against her stomach. How could he possibly be hard again so soon afterwards?
“Hermione, you’re gorgeous,” Draco said huskily after releasing her lips, letting his eyes rake over her soft curves.
Hermione blushed at his praise.
“I know,” she smirked in a failed attempt to cover up the fact that she felt flattered. “So are you by the way.”
“I know,” Draco simply said.
They both smirked at each other. Then Hermione softly caressed Draco’s upper arms and leaned in to kiss his collarbone, something she had wanted to do for what seemed like ages. Draco groaned at the tender caress and in reflex he arced his hips against hers.
“Do you think we can-?” Hermione impishly asked, but was brusquely interrupted when with a start the train suddenly went underway again and the lights went back on.
“I think we’ll have to postpone it to another time,” Draco smirked, if somewhat ruefully. He would have liked to have another go at it as well.
Damn stupid train and its damn stupid timing!
They let go of each other and this time they really went to get dressed. Hermione first did a little cleaning charm on herself, because after standing up for a while she could feel the mixture of their juices starting to drip down her legs. She didn’t suppose her parents would enjoy picking their daughter up from school while said daughter looked like she had just been well and thoroughly shagged. Which she still did actually, even after having performed the cleaning spell. Faint marks of bruising were starting to appear on her breasts and inner thighs, and love bites were randomly scattered across her body. In situations like this, those concealing uniforms were a plus.
When they both were dressed, Hermione lifted the Locking- and Distraction spells she had placed on their compartment so they could depart.
“You go first” Draco said, holding the door open for her after having made sure no one was in the hallway. They didn’t need to exchange words to make it clear that they weren’t ready to just ‘come out’ like that. The people who they wanted to inform about their involvement would get to hear of it... in due time.
Hermione walked through the doorway and turned left to go in search for her friends, until suddenly Draco’s arm snuck around her waist, twisted her around and his lips enveloped her into another needy kiss. He sensuously nibbled on her bottom lip and caressed her cheek with his hand. It was then that Hermione suddenly realised that, until tomorrow, this was goodbye. She let herself be swept away by his hungry kisses, drifting away to a place where only him and her existed; a fictional place where they could touch and kiss and no one would care.
“See you tomorrow,” he whispered against her lips, releasing her from his grip. He cast her a playful wink and turned the other way.
“Yeah, see ya’h,” Hermione said hoarsely. She realised that, together with her suddenly rampaging hormones, this boy was going to be the death of her.
She turned around and went in search for her friends.
*
“So? How was it?” Ginny asked eagerly as she pulled Hermione aside.
“Ginny!” Hermione scolded embarrassedly. Curse the fates that the first person she had to run into had to be Ginny! The train had been closer to Kings Cross that Hermione had initially assumed, so when she had met up with Ginny the train was already busy with boarding the station. While everyone was pushing and shoving with their trunks to get off the train to great their parents, Ginny had pulled Hermione aside to have a private chat with her. While Hermione had been searching for excuses to go join the crowds again, Ginny had powerfully clasped her hand around her wrist and had forced her into a private compartment to linger until everyone else had disembarked the train. Regular people would get supernatural strength when one of their loved ones was in danger, *Ginny* on the other hand got supernatural strength when someone didn’t want to gossip with her.
“Ow, come on!” Ginny nagged. “I live for this sort of stuff! It makes up for my own lack of a sex-life. Come on tell me!”
“No!”
“This just isn’t fair!” Ginny said. “You get to spend your summer shagging a bloke who’s so handsome he even makes a hot-blooded lesbian like me take a moment to ogle. The least you can do is tell me about it. When I get home, all I have is chocolates and Cindy.”
Hermione was about to protest again, but frowned instead when her friend’s last words had sunk in.
“Cindy? Who’s Cindy?” Hermione asked.
Ginny dropped her head a bit and gave her a sheepish grin.
“My showerhead,” Ginny answered impishly.
Hermione kept frowning.
“Your sh-?” Hermione started, but then understood what Ginny meant and started howling with laughter, Ginny sniggering along with her.
“So...” Ginny said after they had somewhat stopped laughing and went back to the topic at hand. “Is he as good with his other body parts as he is with his hands?
“Ginny!” Hermione squeaked, slapping her friend on the wrist.
Ginny stuck her bottom lip out in a pout and Hermione sighed in defeat, knowing that she wasn’t going to call it quits any time soon.
“It was fantastic okay,” Hermione admitted with a blush.
“Ooooh!” Ginny exclaimed, visibly restraining herself from giddily bouncing up and down. “Does he have the raw, passionate side under that icy exterior I think he has? Did he tare any buttons in his eager to claim you?”
Hermione’s eyes widened at hearing her friend’s words, but her gaze glazed over a bit at getting a mixture of flashbacks at seeing the icy Slytherin... not so icy.
“Hermione!” Ginny scolded, urging Hermione to snap out of her daydream.
Hermione started sniggering.
“What?” Ginny asked curiously, wanting to know what Hermione was laughing about. “What? What? What?”
“No, he didn’t tare any buttons,” Hermione sniggered. “But I think *I* tore some of his.”
Ginny gasped in awe.
“You go girl!” Ginny praised. “I always knew you had it in you.”
“Had what in her?”
Ginny and Hermione turned their heads to the side to see Harry opening the door to their compartment to see if they were ready to go.
“Assertiveness,” Ginny answered dryly. “Hermione has just given Malfoy such a mouthful that he probably blacked out and saw stars. Really, this girl is not afraid to go down and dirty when it comes to dealing with Malfoy and his filthy, filthy tongue.”
Hermione kicked Ginny against her shin while trying to look natural.
Was she insane?
Hermione innocently smiled at Harry as she walked past him and went to fetch her trunk. It didn’t seem as if Harry had realised the double meanings in Ginny’s explanation. Hermione didn’t want Harry to find out just now what exactly Draco’s ‘filthy, filthy tongue’ had done to her. Harry was her best friend and she had to spring this upon him gently. He wasn’t going to take it very well when learning that his best friend had shagged Draco Malfoy, son of a Death Eater and nephew to the woman who killed the only person he had ever truly regarded as family.
Meanwhile Luna, who had already disembarked the train by now, was dreamily staring at Hermione as she touched ground with platform 9 3/4. Or *through* Hermione, it was difficult to tell with her. Harry had been going out with Luna ever since the senior dance and they really seemed to have hit it off.
It made sense though.
When Harry had first met Cho Chang, the butterflies in his stomach had started fluttering like crazy and his hormones had gone berserk. And Hermione still vividly remembered how that had turned out. However, when Harry had first met Luna, he had been rude to her, had ignored her, and hadn’t paid her much thought at all. Same as what happened between Draco and Hermione and she also very well knew how that had turned out. Hermione couldn’t help but let her eyes sweep over the crowds, searching for a certain blond Slytherin.
“What?” Hermione asked self-consciously, suddenly noticing that Harry was staring at her.
“Nothing,” Harry said, realising that he had been staring. “You look a bit odd that’s all.”
“Odd?” Hermione asked.
“Nothing bad or anything,” Harry assured her, letting his emerald-green eyes rake over her face again. “Actually... you look rather nice. Kind of glowy.”
Hermione was about to say something dismissingly, like blaming it on the heat or something, but got interrupted by Luna.
“Well, that’s not surprising,” Luna said offhandedly. “It’s commonly known that girls look pretty and glowy just after having received an orgasm.”
The four of them stood in silence.
Hermione’s eyes were widened in shock.
Luna knew?
How did she...?
Oh god, Harry knew!
“An o-?” he started saying in a baffled tone of voice.
“Guys do to, by the way,” Luna interrupted. “Look at Malfoy over there. He looks kind of glowy too.”
Everyone’s eyes suddenly snapped towards Draco, who seemed to be saying his goodbyes to some of his Slytherin companions. Hermione swallowed a lump in her throat when she noticed that he indeed looked kind of glowy. She just wanted to reach over and strangle Ginny and her big fat mouth! Why did she go and tell Luna? If Hermione had the strength to pass out at this moment, she surely would. If it had been up to her, she would have told Harry and Ron about her involvement with Malfoy by Owl-post... when it was their wedding day or something.
Fantastic, now she was thinking about weddings. How much more girly could she possibly get?
Hermione looked up at Harry and gave him a sheepish look. She hoped this would be quick and relatively painless, like ripping off a Band-Aid.
Harry frowned, obviously missing the point his girlfriend was trying to make. Hermione thought she could actually see the information seep into Harry’s scalp when he realised that she didn’t seem to make any move in denying the insinuations. His penny was dropping...
...Dropping...
...Dropping...
*KLING*
“M-Malfoy?” Harry stuttered. “O-orgasm?”
Hermione nodded while finding the floor very fascinating all of the sudden.
“Really Harry, you’re the last person who should be shocked about this,” Luna said dryly. “If anyone knows about the sexual magnetism of Draco Malfoy, it’s you.”
“But-” Harry started in a high-pitched voice.
“I really do think you make a nice couple,” Luna continued, turning her dreamy gaze back to Hermione and ignoring Harry’s shock. “It’s always nice to see two attractive and passionate people blending that passion together.”
“You had sex?!” Harry yelled in disbelief.
“Yeah,” Hermione said apologetically, feeling somewhat relieved that the crowd had made enough noise to swallow Harry’s loud affirmation. She realised that it would have been quite a shock for Harry, having the information slapped in his face like this. In his eyes, she had just gone from ‘Asexual friend’ to ‘Person who just shagged Draco Malfoy in train compartment’. She could quite relate to that, having felt the same after she had walked in on him and Draco snogging in the Transfiguration’s class.
“You shagged Malfoy?!” Harry yelled. “Hermione, it’s Malfoy! MALFOY!”
“What about me?” Draco asked dryly as he walked up beside Hermione, snaked his arm around her waist and hugged her close to him. A few seconds ago, when his eyes had spotted Hermione, it had been clear to hers and her friends’ body language that something was amiss. When Draco heard his name pop up in the conversation it had been his cue to step in and receive his part of the shouting and accusations.
“That’s it!” Harry yelled crossly, turning his attention towards Draco. “First me and then Hermione. Who’s next? Ron?”
“Now there’s a thought I would like to have done without,” Draco said sourly.
“Like I care what you think,” Harry spat. “Hermione, what were you thinking?”
“Harry, leave her alone,” Ginny pitched in. “It’s her choice to make.”
“Yeah, a bad choice,” Harry said, looking at Draco furiously.
“Harry, don’t say anything that you’d regret after your emotions have cooled down,” Ginny warned. “She’s your friend and you’re supposed to act as such. Malfoy might be a snotty brat-”
“Thank you,” Draco said sarcastically.
“- But if Hermione can live with that, good for her,” Ginny finished.
“I don’t care,” Harry yelled. “Hermione, don’t you realise...? I mean... IT’S MALFOY!”
“I know,” Hermione said compassionately. “I know it must be really hard for you to understand-”
“Damn right it is!” Harry interrupted crossly. “Couldn’t you just have picked *anyone* else? I mean... It’s Malfoy!”
“I do think we’ve already established my name, Potter,” Draco said dryly.
“Just think about the beautiful kids they’d make,” Luna said cheerfully.
“But-” Harry started protesting, looking incredulously at the whole lot of them.
“Come on,” Luna said dismissingly, grabbing Harry’s arm and pulling him away to obviously deal with him in private. “Stop ruining their post-coital buzz!”
Hermione heard Harry ‘butting’ as his girlfriend dragged him away to be swallowed up into the crowd.
“That went well,” Draco said sarcastically.
“I think it did,” Ginny retorted. “In comparison to what Ron’s going to react like, this was pleasant conversation.”
“Oh Gods, I hope Weaselby isn’t coming by for a ‘chat’,” Draco groaned. “Me and my precious ‘post-coital buzz’ really doesn’t want to deal with him right now.”
Hermione sighed, thinking about how Harry must be feeling right now. She really had wanted to break it to him more gently. It was only a matter of time before Ron would be finished with his Prefect’s duties and run into Harry, who would pass on the ‘awful’ news. And even though Hermione was grateful for Draco having buffered part of Harry’s arguments, she didn’t think he had made Harry feel any better.
“You know Draco,” Hermione said with a sigh, “I might have taken a fancy to you and all, but you’re still a snotty pest.”
“Perhaps,” Draco said unaffectedly. “But tomorrow you’re going on a date with the snotty pest. So who’s the worst off?”
“Err... me?”
“Exactly,” Draco said as he sweetly kissed her on the lips. He affectionately squeezed Hermione’s hand in a gesture of announcing his departure and took off to fetch his luggage. Draco’s mother had probably been waiting for over an hour for the train to arrive, so it wasn’t a good idea to keep her waiting any longer. He gave one last look over his shoulder, gave Hermione his handsomest of smiles and set out for home.
Hermione sighed. Things like that made her know that awful situations as she just had had with Harry were worth it.
“Look at my feet!” Ginny said, snapping her head down.
“What?” Hermione asked, somewhat flabbergasted looking down at Ginny’s feet.
“Do you see a puddle?” Ginny asked. “Because I think I just melted into a one.”
Hermione averted her gaze from the floor and rolled her eyes.
“You’re gay!” she reminded her friend.
“Yes, well, blame your boyfriend for his effeminate prettiness!” Ginny retorted.
“He is not effeminate!” Hermione said, but then remembered that today she had accused him of that very same thing. “And he is not my ‘boyfriend’.”
Ginny gave her an incredulous look.
“Did you sleep with him?” she asked.
“Yes,” Hermione answered.
“Are you going on a date with him?”
“Yes.”
“Did he just defend you against Harry like a knight in shining armour.”
“I- yes.”
“I don’t know how to break it to you, but you’ve got yourself a boyfriend,” Ginny said knowingly.
Hermione blinked.
“O my God, I’ve got a boyfriend,” she shrieked, clasping her hands in front of her mouth in shock. “When did that happen?”
Ginny laughed at her friend’s sudden slow-wittedness.
“I think somewhere in-between orgasms,” Ginny smirked as she grabbed her trunk and set off to great her family, with Hermione on her tail.
Hermione chewed her bottom lip as she mentally took a step back from the whole situation between her and Draco. If someone would have told her a year ago that she’d end up sleeping with Draco Malfoy, not only wouldn’t she have believed that person; she would have punched him or her in the face. She thought back on that pale, little 11-year-old boy she had known in her first year, strutting around with an arrogance that went far beyond his years. She and Draco had never even exchanged words until their second year, yet she had already been acquainted with the likes of him. Not that she had missed much, since the first sentence he had uttered to her had had the word ‘Mudblood’ in it. Little did Hermione know that six years later she’d be standing on Platform 9 ¾ holding hands with that same snotty pest.
“Are you thinking about Malfoy’s talented hands again?” Ginny asked wickedly as she noticed Hermione daydreaming again.
Hermione playfully elbowed Ginny in-between the ribs and dashed off towards the exit.
She really didn’t need to be reminded of Draco’s hands when she’d have to wait 24 hours before they would touch her again. It would be a whole day before they would be sensuously running through her hair, teasingly caressing her inner thighs, playfully squeezing her bum, touching her lips right before he’d claim them with his own...
Yes, the boy really was going to be the death of her.
Hermione made a mental note to immediately take a cold shower when she got home.
Spontaneous combustion really wouldn’t be a very graceful way to go.
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End of chapter 15
Disclaimer: The joke about the showerhead is a wink to ‘Malcolm in the Middle’.