Hermione Granger was not going to let this get to her. It was only Draco, it had only been a week, and how stupid did he think she was, anyway? She couldn't have honestly believed that he would change her ways for her. Mousy hair, pale skin, the mud-blood, the enemy, Hermione. There was still plenty to enjoy of break, and Hermione was determined to make every minute count. After getting ready and once again skipping breakfast, she made her way down to the Entrance Hall, clad in her new coat and her old boots. In the Entrance Hall was a gaggle of random students that had come back on an earlier train or been dropped off by their parents after Christmas. She walked on past them out into the sun, snow crunching under her feet. An owl swooped low over the grounds, and rose gracefully back into the sky, undoubtedly delivering more post to the castle. She continued on around the grounds, by the hill, by the lake, and on the skirts of the Forbidden Forest. She thought a lot about the previous days, and how she'd earned something from all that planning and action - even if she was a little perturbed about Draco, she had made a Happy Christmas for students who wouldn't have done anything without her plans. She had brought together members of all four houses - even Slytherin! - to have a good time and help each other out. And that was more than enough for her.
She made her way back to the castle humming Christmas songs. She hadn't seen Draco since Dinner the night before, where she gladly accepted Olivia and Avery's request for her to sit with them, and avoided Draco entirely. He'd looked in her direction a few times, but she only ever caught it out of her peripheral vision. She'd hoped to find one of the two early again today, but she was distracted from this thought when she heard whispers from through a doorway.
"Well, I know, but have you ever heard him be this quiet? He hasn't said a word to me all day. Or anyone else, for that matter. I hope he wakes up before everyone else comes back, I don't even know what's happened but he's not answering anything and rarely comes out of his dormitory."
"That is strange, it's unlike him to be silent at all, he's usually leading conversations..."
"Exactly, and when I did see him earlier I went to hug him, and I said 'Hello Draco, have a nice time at the castle?' and he didn't even look at me! Just brushed me off and slammed the door."
Hermione recognized the first person to be Pansy, though she couldn't quite place the other person.
"Yeah, I don't know really. Some things happened over break while you were all gone, it was more than strange, to say the least... but I suppose we just have to wait it out. I do hope that he's back to normal by the time everyone else returns..."
"What do you mean, some things?"
Hermione finally placed a face to the second voice. It was one of the Slytherin girls that had stayed behind, who had seen Draco and Hermione together, who would hopefully know not to say anything...
"Well, he was with... a girl this break. He's been spending quite a bit of time with her since it started. They planned most of the Christmas activities we've had going on, it was wonderful! Sledding and baking and... oh shut up. We had a really nice Holiday here."
"Well, who was he planning it with? Who is this person that he's been spending time with?"
"I shouldn't say. You're not going to like it, and you know you would go after him right now if I told you. Well, I know you would."
"Fine. Keep it to yourself. All I know is, if he doesn't stop all this nonsense I'll pull him out of there myself. Come on, let's head to lunch."
Hermione slipped a few feet away to make it seem as if she'd just been heading to the Great Hall. When the girls walked out of the doorway, the younger girl waved at Hermione and smiled. Pansy looked disgusted. "What are you waving to her for?" She grimaced as if Hermione personally offended her, and stalked away. Hermione had to cover her mouth to keep herself from laughing - Oh, if only Pansy knew...
He just didn't get it. She'd just run off that day at lunch while they were talking, and she'd been avoiding him ever since. What had he done? What had he said? Hadn't she just given him the best Christmas present ever? Hadn't they just said that they'd like to keep it going throughout the term? He sat on his bed and punched his pillow into submission. What was happening? He'd been happy, so happy, and now she was just... running away. He could not let this happen. He couldn't.
She avoided him at Lunch too, and in all the time before Dinner. She sat at the opposite end of what was now two large tables, he couldn't save a seat for her after Pansy set her stupid self down next to him. Hermione glanced over only once, but didn't give him the time to signal that he'd like to talk before she was back jumping into another conversation about the festivities. He'd just have to find her before she left. He looked up once more to see her laughing and joking about someone almost throwing away a Honeydukes certificate, and then stared back down at his plate. His food was getting cold, but suddenly he wasn't very hungry anyway.
She felt a hand on her shoulder before she even got to the staircase. A firm grasp and such a large hand could only mean one certain Slytherin boy was standing just behind her. She felt his warm breath on her neck, and it made her shudder slightly. Something like that, just two days before, would have made her weak at the knees and perfectly willing to do whatever he asked. Today was different though. She reeled around to face him.
"Draco, I-"
"Shh. I don't want any bullshit. I've been hiding away in my dorm all day today and all night last night trying to think of what I said or did to make you avoid me. Was it Christmas? Do you regret that? Was it the conversation after? Did I offend you? I've been through a million options in my head and I can't figure out what went wrong, so please, please..." he grabbed both of her hands in his and gently held them. "Please tell me. Because I've been going absolutely mad in there."
She was stunned. She could not speak or breathe or even form a coherent sentence. "I, well... you. And... it's just..."
"I think you're missing a few words in there. Come on. Please talk to me."
She looked up into this eyes and felt something spark inside her. She was mad at him still, not for what he said but for how he was, and she knew that, even if his stare made her blush and stammer.
"W-well... if you really want to know, it's not anything you did or said... it's just... how you are. Who you are."
He looked puzzled. "Care to elaborate?"
"You're a playboy, Draco, girls love you, and I'm just... me. And when you said it the day after Christmas, or mentioned it, rather..."
"What in the bloody hell are you talking about? I said nothing of the sort, Hermione."
"Yes, you did! You said 'Oh it's a natural thing, I guess.' and I said 'And I guess you'd know all about that, then?' and then you said 'You'd be surprised...' with this smug look on your face and it was like you were gloating, right in front of me, about all those other girls and -"
"I was a virgin, Hermione."
"-it's just not right and... WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!"
"I said, I was a virgin. You may have heard quite a few things about me Hermione, but I can assure you that none of them are true. Yes, girls like me, but no, I do not like almost any of them back."
"But you do like at least one of them back, then?"
"Only you."
She blushed. She'd had it all wrong... he was saying he knew it was natural because he hadn't known either. He'd been just as new at it as she had. And now he was telling her that there had never been another girl. She had been his first. His only. He'd given it to her. And she was shocked to tears.
"Draco, I... don't know what to say."
"Don't cry." He wiped her tears away with his thumb. "At least don't do that. Come here." He slipped his arms around her waist and her own arms automatically snaked around his neck. It was different then, wasn't it? Everything could go back to being happy now.
"I should tell you though, Draco, Pansy was awfully worried about you being all shut up, and then she wasn't very happy when one of the Slytherins that stayed waved to me..."
"Hermione."
"What? Yes?"
"I don't care about Pansy."
"Oh."
"Will you come with me?"
"Where to?" She was almost suspicious now.
"The room of requirement. We have a bit of making up to do."
She nodded and allowed him to lead her by the hand quickly up to the room. It took him a moment to get it to open to the right room for him, but as usual, he had planned it perfectly.
This room was much smaller than the room they'd used for the holidays. It was stone walls, stone floors, and huge stone fireplace on one wall. Just in front of the fire was a large, plush white bed with an ornate metal frame. The room held only those things, and didn't have room for much else. It was all they needed.
When he turned her towards him, something sparked between them again, and Hermione remembered that first kiss, as a challenge, and then the nights in the room of requirement, enjoying each other entirely too much...
He slipped his arms around her waist again, pulling her even closer yet to him. She didn't get a chance to look at him properly before his lips crashed down onto hers. He lifted her by her bum and brought her over to the bed, tossing her gently on her back. She scooted back against the headboard, and he charmed the bed to hold her by her wrists. She blushed, and blushed even more deeply when he charmed both of their shirts and her bra off and sent them flying to one corner of the room. He dropped his jeans and then went for hers, yanking them and her panties off in one movement. His face met hers again, and he trailed a line of kisses from her lips, to her neck, over her collarbone and down her chest. He left one kiss on each hard nipple, flicking each quickly with his tongue, and then down her stomach. She knew what was coming, but she could not pull his head away.
He flicked his tongue over her swollen nub, spreading her lips with his thumbs and gripping her ass. She was writhing in pleasure, but he was holding her hips steady with his hands. He waited just a minute before lowering and slipping his tongue deftly inside her. She cried out to him, shaking still. "Draco! Stop this!" He grinned up at her and obliged, trailing back up her body to meet her lips again. Their tongues swirled around for a few moments before he could feel himself harden against her. Her sharp intake of breath let him know that she felt it too. She turned her head, moaning against his neck. "Draco... don't make me wait much longer..." He grabbed his wand once more, only to cast a contraceptive charm on himself. Once it was safely back on the table, he turned back to her, taking in her beauty. Her eyes were open, pleading with him, and her legs were slightly bent up and closed, moving slightly against each other. She was thin, and yet curvy, and he never could have expected such a wonderful sight from her.
He crawled back to her, slowly pulling her legs apart and up, allowing him space to settle. He rubbed up against her core for a moment, making sure he was as hard as he could be, and before he entered her, he turned her face and looked her directly in the eyes. "Hermione..." and with that, he pushed himself inside of her. God, it wasn't so much that she was a natural at sex, there wasn't much to be a natural at he supposed, but she was so tight... he of course, wasn't exactly small himself, but the combination of the two made them both sharply take in air. It was a little painful now, but it would definitely be worth it. As soon as she didn't look like she was in pain, he slowly pulled himself back out of her, and then plunged in again. Suddenly, he could not take his time, but he could not move fast enough, thrusting relentlessly into her until finally, they both came to a climax at the same time. But something curious happened, instead of softening like he should have, he stayed hard. Hermione grinned and pushed her hips up against him again. He groaned, picking his wand up again to free her and then tossing it in the corner with their clothes. She took his lack of attention to her own advantage, coming up beside him and then being startled when he straightened up again. She grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back down onto the bed on his back, and his wide grin told her that he liked where this was going.
She climbed on top, straddling him and rolling her hips. Her moist core ran the length of his cock, up and down from balls to tip, and his breathing came out in little wheezes, this was driving him crazy and that's exactly why she was doing it. She moved down his body, planting kisses as he had done, and his face lit up. He let his head fall back against the pillow and closed his eyes, shocked when she wasted no time and immediately took his whole length into her mouth. He watched her the whole time, her head bobbing up and down, tongue swirling around his shaft, and he could not contain himself, he moaned aloud. "'Mione... okay. Okay. Get back up here." She smiled and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, it was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. He backed himself up against the headboard and she straddled him once more. Once he entered her again, he gripped her hips and pulled her up and down, pulling out and then burying himself deep inside of her. Her arms went around his neck and her chest was in his face, he sucked on the delicate skin there, watching it turn reddish purple all while he pulled her body up and down over his own. When neither of them had climaxed after several more minutes, he had an idea.
"Hermione... could I...?"
"Could you what?"
He ran his hands over her ass.
"I want to take you... from behind."
"Oh. Well. If you'd like, of course... I have no problem with -" But she did not get to finish her sentence. He pulled her up and rolled the both of them over, then pulled them both off the bed. The stone floor was cold under their feet, she giggled. He kissed her deeply, and once they slowed, he turned her around, bending her over the bed. It was even tighter here, though not entirely as pleasant. He leaned over her slightly, gripping at her hip with his left hand and reaching around to finger her with his right. He pounded into her, sending the bed scooting several inches across the floor so that they had to shuffle along with it every minute or so. After a long while, she came again and he pulled out, put her back on the bed, and thrust into her pussy once more. She shouted out his name and arched her back, he latched his lips onto her throat and sucked along while he fucked her harder than before. She straightened up only slightly and ran her fingers through his hair, grabbing at it and tugging slightly. He liked that, he did. They both climaxed for a second and final time, falling against each other on the bed.
And just like before, he walked her to her dormitory and kissed her goodnight. All was well.
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