New Years still...
Maybe she'd had a touch too much champage, maybe it was just that Draco had told her it would be a happy year if it was with her, but Hermione was feeling near delirious. She stood on the edge of the floor, where people were mingling and taking photographs still. It was near two. There were more refreshments out, and Hermione was perfectly content sitting on the sidelines, observing the partygoers while the party died down. Within a few minutes, she felt a presence at her right. She looked over to see the silver hair and beard of Albus Dumbledore.
"Ah, Miss Granger. I must commend you on the spectacular arrangement here."
"Th-Thank you, Professor."
"An additional twenty points to Gryffindor. And Hermione, do have a Happy New Year." As he finished his statement, he inclined his head towards someone about to join them. Someone, of course, being Draco Malfoy. He smiled a knowing little smile and departed, leaving Draco with a very confused face.
"What was that all about?"
"Just wanted to wish me happy new year. And give me house points."
"Lucky. I think the only professor that's ever given me points has been Snape."
"I can't imagine why."
He bumped into her and nodded towards the door. "Come on. I'll walk you back up to your dorm. You look tired."
"But I have to clean up! And I am not tired. I'm perfectly fine."
"Sure. But no, you don't. I've arranged for that to be taken care of."
"By whom?"
"Magic. Just a moment. Sonorous. Excuse Me? Everyone? Hello?" The room fell silent and everyon looked at Draco. "Sorry, it's about time for everyone to head to bed, Headmaster's orders... if you could help by cleaning a few things up before you leave. It's not that hard. You are witches and wizards, after all." Everyone laughed at the surprisingly cheerful Draco. "Thank you everyone, for coming up and enjoying the festivities. How about a round for Hermione?" Applause and cheers came from around everyone. "Alright. Thanks! Just clean up some and head out! Quietus. See?"
"I didn't even know you knew the charm. Thank you."
"Come on. You're obviously tired." He picked her up once more and carried her up the stairs to her dormitory, kissing her goodnight again. She shuffled straight to bed. She really was tired.
That Day...
Hermione slept through breakfast. She would have slept through lunch as well, if Olivia hadn't come in to make sure she was still alive. It was near noon, but she had no reason to be up. She took her time getting out of bed and getting ready for the day. In 24 hours, her friends and everyone else would be back, and things would be more than a little hectic. Draco had promised her last night that they'd go for one more walk in the snow that afternoon, before term began and her attention would be split with school. She headed down to lunch with Olivia and sat between her and Draco. Everyone was excited about their friends getting back, but dreading term beginning. Hermione giggled slightly when she realized she was half the opposite : Not quite dreading her friends to be back, but nervous. And, as always, looking forward to quality time with a few books.
The pair set out that afternoon hand in hand. They passed all sorts of places they'd sat and talked before, and the sledding hill, and everywhere else they might think. They made a snowman, and snow angels again, and had a little snowball fight. They did a full circle around the grounds before Hermione began feeling a little too cold. Draco asked if she wanted to go back, and she nodded. He pulled up her chin and whispered into her ear. "I know something that can warm you right up..." She grinned back at him and nodded again. If they would have been any faster going back to the castle, they might as well have been running.
Hermione left to go upstairs and change. Draco headed straight to the room of requirement to attempt to recreate the room he'd brought up on their other occasion. She changed about four times before settling on an emerald green sweater, dark jeans, and flats, her hair loose and wavy. She put on a spritz of perfume - there were just so many special occasions now - and practically ran down to meet him. He was waiting outside with the door slightly open. It was like their own little secret, these nights of passion and hidden lust. His shirt was unbuttoned slightly at the top, revealing a smooth, toned chest. He grinned when he caught her looking. "You. Now."
She stepped inside with him, and as soon as the door was closed they were on each other. He picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around him, pushing her hips into his already hard shaft. He grunted and pushed back into her hips, never disconnecting their mouths. He put them both on the bed and began quickly undressing them. She almost laughed when she thought of how many times she'd changed before coming to meet him, and rolled them over so that she was on top. She slid herself over him, and for a moment she really realized that he was quite large (not that she'd had anyone to compare it too, just that it was, well, this big THING). Interested to see how he'd respond, she put her hand down to work on him with her own juices on him. He seemed to like it quite a bit, moaning and pushing into her hand. They were both growing impatient. He rolled them back over and pulled her so that her bum was hanging over the edge. He put her legs over his shoulders and cupped her bum. She gripped the sheets next to her while he pushed his entire length into her. When he was in, they let out a breath. She looked up at him just as he looked down at her - they smiled, already slightly sweaty. This was definitely going to be a good year.
They realized, a little late, that it was time for dinner. They pulled themselves out of bed and dressed. Even within the first few steps, Hermione could tell that she was already sore. She wasn't even walking properly. He rubbed her back and put his arm around her. "Sore?"
She glared at him and rolled her eyes. Beyond sore, was her answer. When they were seated at dinner, she found herself so uncomfortable that she wanted to leave a bit early. When she mentioned this to Draco, he laughed. Within moments, she found herself laughing as well, the entire situation was ridiculous. A few minutes later, he squeezed her waist and chuckled a little. She smiled. So much for goody two shoes.
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