A/N: For some of you who don't know the spell that Draco set on Hermione made her wet, not blood wet, just wet. That's why Ron thought she was on her period, because he thought she was in pain, and when she said she would be in the bathroom and not to wait up, that's when it all came together. But she was leaking CUM!! lol, clarifying.
'Why did you change?' Hermione asked Malfoy. He was sitting at the top of the Astronomy tower, looking out onto Hogwarts grounds when she finally found him.
After doing some long thinking, she knew that she wanted him, but she denied it. But that didn't mean that what Malfoy was doing now was anymore then just playing a game.
He had changed so completely. He didn't hang out with Crabbe and Goyle anymore, he participated in class more, and did very well in all his assignments, he didn't talk back to the professors or bother her and her friends.
Would Malfoy go that far to conquer her? It seemed so lame as to change completely just to prove you've change, when you actually haven't. She didn't want to think that Malfoy was faking the whole thing.
So that's why she came up here to ask. Malfoy looked at her and grinned, motioning her to seat across from her. She did, it was awkward and strange. She never spent more then five minutes in Malfoy's company without one insult or another.
'You want to know how I am all of sudden interested in you?' when he saw her nod he continued. 'Well, I couldn't do anything when Lord Voldemort was still alive, my parents would've killed me if they knew I had feelings for you. And at first I thought I was just lusting after something that was forbidden. But Potter did me a favor in killing the bastard.'
'How long?' she whispered. She searched his eyes for any falsity, his eyes were clear and surprisingly gentle. It was a contradiction if you saw Malfoy without any sort of sneer or hatred towards Half-bloods and Muggle borns.
'Since third year, when you punched me.' he murmured, looking at his hands in his lap. A breeze came through the open windows sending Malfoys hair into a tousle. He was absolutely gorgeous, his smile curved into a smirk, but it was different from all the other ones he threw her way.
'That was 4 years ago,' she said, astonished. 4 years ago she didn't even want to believe that someone so cold and horrid even existed.
'Yeah, well, you are a hard girl to forget, Hermione,' her name rolling off his tongue was so naturally, as if he was saying it his whole life. She closed her eyes and willed herself to remember this and keep it in a little box in her mind.
'Draco...,' she said in awe. Draco looked at her and crashed there lips together, the kiss intensified when she parted her lips and his tongue swept in and memorized.
Her gasp was heard when the kiss became more urgent and desperate, he held her against him, standing up and forcing himself between her legs.
Sitting on the rail, with Malfoy pressing into her thigh with something she could only assume was his nether regions, her brain clouded over and every rational thought flew out of her head.
The time was now, and she only wanted to concentrate on Malfoy's lips pressing against hers, and his lower body arching into her. Her knickers were so wet that she could probably drain into a whole cup, having thought earlier she forgot to change and left her common room with the same drenched pair.
'Merlin, I love kissing you,' he muttered against her lips, his breath fanning her face sent thousand of shivers to race down her body. She arched into his throbbing hardness and he hissed out.
Malfoy could be lying about everything, about the reasons, about how long, but it didn't matter because if he stopped touching her she knew she would die. She needed him like she never needed anyone. Lord, she didn't even feel like this when she was with Ron, and she was in love with him.
Pulling away, she opened his Oxford shirt, sending buttons flying in every direction. He shimmied down her skirt, leaving her in lace knickers that left nothing to the imagination, completely transparent from all the wetness.
Malfoy groaned and said. 'Are you trying to kill me? Do you have any idea what you do to me? What you have done to me? I get a bloody boner every time you walk into the room.' and he proved it by grabbing her hips and pressing himself tightly into her open legs.
She moaned and rubbed against him, trying to get some friction. She saw his eyes closed and took great satisfaction of causing any and all pleasure upon him. His chest came in contact with hers, the heat emanating off him made sweat break out on her body.
'Wait.. we can't do this here... we need a bed... something soft... oh Merlin, stop moving like that,' he hissed out.
Taking her hand in his, she hopped off the railing and they quickly put there clothes on. They kissed and caressed, trying with all their might not to do it right here and now. But if they waited 4 years, what's another 5 minutes?
That's what they thought...
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