Fic Request #21
FIC REQUEST #21:
Title: Secretly
Summary: Draco and Hermione put up a façade in front of everyone. But how long can they keep secret an affair that's too hot to handle?
Rating: NC-17
Author's Note: Thanks go to my two betas. They know who they are.
SECRETLY
He added the last bit of the solution that was needed into his cauldron and watched it bubble. Snape said that it would show them an experience from a past life they’d lived if they did it right. Well, they would all find out in fifteen minutes if they’d done it correctly. He was busy packing up his supplies when Snape’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
“Since this drought allows you to see an experience from a past life, it will only allow this to happen while you are asleep. Therefore, you are all to take this with you and drink it before you go to bed. I want three feet due in two days on what you saw and what you think it means you were in a past life.” Everyone looked around at each other as he glared at them, “Don’t think you can just make things up either. Extensive research has been done by seers into your past lives and with the specific instructions I gave you, you all will travel to the same time. There will be no tricks about this.” He folded his arms over his chest, “You can go.”
He tucked the flask into his pocket and walked out the door, Crabbe and Goyle on his heels. People parted when they saw him coming, not daring to cross the Slytherin who had become much more volatile since his father was sent to Azkaban. He saw a crowd outside the door of the Great Hall and pushed several third years out of the way as he moved to the front of the group to read over it. “What does it say, Draco?” Goyle asked as he glared at several of the students who complained at the intrusion.
“Ministry is having a Valentine’s Day Party and only the seventh years are invited.”
“That means us too,” Crabbe said excitedly.
Draco slowly turned to look at him, “Yeah, that’s what it means,” he looked back at the notice, “Idiot.”
“What’s going on?” Ron asked as he and Harry pushed themselves forward and found Malfoy standing in front looking at the notice.
“Nothing that concerns you, Weasel.”
Harry rolled his eyes then looked at the notice, “A party?”
“That’s what it says. Of course, if Weasel intends to go he needs to go see Hagrid about which fantastical beast would look better with his red hair.”
Several of the students laughed, while Harry held Ron back, “How’s your father, Malfoy? Still in prison?”
He took two steps forward and pulled his fist back to hit Harry but Zabini, who appeared during the trading of insults, caught him, “You can’t hit him. Granger will have your head.”
Harry and Ron both smirked, “Scared of Hermione?”
Draco looked over at Blaise who gave him a look of warning. It wouldn’t be good for the Head Boy to be caught fighting, especially when the Head Girl was Potter’s best friend. Draco gave them an evil smile, “I’ll take care of you later. When you’re not expecting it, and in a fashion that…would serve to sever your little…friendship.”
Harry shook his head, “You can’t hurt us, Malfoy. You don’t have anything over us.”
He smirked, “Over the two of you, no. You’re right.” He took a step forward, “But are you sure about Granger?”
He turned and stalked away, leaving a rather confused Harry and Ron.
*~*
“You did what?!” Hermione shrieked.
“I just hinted at it. I didn’t tell them.”
She closed her eyes, “Give me one good reason I shouldn’t kill you.”
He rolled his eyes, “What was I supposed to say? He insulted my family.”
“And you’ve never insulted anyone in your life. Malfoy…damn, the one thing we agreed on was that no one would know. And you went and basically told Harry and Ron.”
“It’s not like they believed anything I’d say anyway. I just wanted to piss them off as much as they had me.”
“You’re such a child,” she said as she looked at him where he had his feet propped up on her desk. “They did something to you so you have to do something back to them? Grow up.”
He folded his arms over his chest, “I was in a fairly pleasant mood when I came in here.”
“Yeah, because in your quest to take down my friends you took me with them.”
“Get over it, Granger. They don’t run your life.”
She sighed, “Why couldn’t you have said anything else?”
“Because they said I was scared of you.”
“You’re not.”
“I know that. And you know that. But I wanted to make those…wankers realize that too.”
“So you told them we were sleeping together. Brilliant.”
He removed his feet from the desk, “It’s really not as tragic as you think.”
“Oh, I’m sure that the thought of their best friend shagging their enemy is just the kind of thing they live to hear.”
He smirked, “Well, if the enemy’s doing it well…”
“Draco…don’t make jokes.”
“Who’s joking? Are you happy when we’re together?”
“With the exception of today?”
“Yeah.”
She shrugged, “I guess.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“My friends hate you.”
“And I hate them. It’s not a problem.”
“It is if they stop being my friends.”
He sighed, “So what do you want me to do? Go back in time and never let it happen?”
She walked around her desk and stood in front of him, “You can’t. It’s out there.”
He pulled her into his lap, “Stop worrying about what they think.”
“I don’t understand you.”
“I know. But that’s alright because I really don’t understand you.”
She sighed, “So do I just deny it to Harry and Ron or do I tell them the truth?”
Draco shook his head, “Deny it. They’ll have no problem taking your word over mine. Besides, the sneaking around turns me on.”
She rolled her eyes but smiled in spite of herself, “What doesn’t turn you on?”
He pursed his lips as he appeared to be deep in thought, “That’s a very good point.”
She leaned down and placed a kiss on his forehead, “Do you ever get tired of the roles we play?”
He frowned, “On occasion.”
They were silent for a few minutes and she sighed, “I’ve been thinking.”
“About?”
She stood and leaned against the desk in front of him, “We have yet to have sex on this desk.”
He tilted his head, “That is a very good point.”
She nodded, “And a problem that should be rectified soon.”
He smiled, “How about now?”
“Well, I am a bit cross with you.”
He smirked, “I’m sure I can think of something to make you forgive me.”
She nodded, “I’m sure you could.” He stood and leaned over her, causing her to sit on the edge of the desk as he placed both hands beside her and leaned in to kiss her. She moved her hands over his shoulders as his lips dominated hers.
“How was that?” he asked as he moved to her neck.
She smiled, “Not bad, but I think you can do better,” she said as she tugged his shirt from his pants and unbuttoned it quickly. His hands tugged on her shirt and quickly removed it, tossing it behind him to land in her chair. She made quick work of his pants and only stopped touching him when she had to lift herself so he could remove her skirt and panties.
He kissed her once on the wrist and slowly moved up her arm to her shoulder, leaving fire in his wake. He couldn’t get enough of her. They held the same contempt for one another in front of everyone else, but when they were alone, it just seemed to all melt away. She shivered as his lips closed over her nipple. She begged for him to never stop, and if he had his way about it, he never would.
He leaned her back against the desk, pushing a few pieces of parchment and a quill out of her way. He moved one leg over his shoulder as he drove himself inside of her, her gasp the only sound filling the room. She clasped the edge of the desk as he filled her over and over again. She brought one hand up to her belly and moved it to her breasts, pinching the peak, causing Draco to moan at the sight.
He knew he wasn’t going to last as long as he usually did. Fighting to them was the best kind of foreplay. And it always served to get him ready for whatever sort of encounter they could think of. He brought his hand to her belly and stroked it a few times before he slid it lower and allowed one of his fingers to slip past her soft folds and find her clit. She shivered as her release washed over her and her body clamped around him, milking his orgasm from him. He let out a soft groan as he thrust into her three more times, allowed her leg to drop, and propped over her.
He took a deep breath and shook his head, “How do you do it?”
“Do what?” she asked, still breathless.
“How do you make me lose all control the way you do?”
She bit her lip, “I don’t know.” She took a deep breath, “But I never want it to end.”
He leaned down and kissed her. “Let’s go to bed.”
She smiled, “Gladly.”
As he slid from inside her, he helped her from the desk and bent down to retrieve the flask from his pants. “Can’t forget this.”
She nodded as she pulled him along behind her to the bed. He drank his drought and she quickly downed hers. She cringed, “That tastes horrible.”
He nodded as he leaned back against her pillows and she soon cuddled against him. He heard her yawn as his eyes began to droop. And before he knew it, he was asleep.
*~*
He looked around the crowded ballroom. So this is where he was all these years ago. At a ball. Was he with someone? Was he royalty? That would have been nice, to know that he really was a prince in a former life.
He suddenly felt a hand wrap around his elbow and knew immediately that his wife wanted a word with him. When he turned he was met by a pair of beautiful almond brown eyes. Hermione was in the same place he was. He shook his head; Hermione was his wife. He knew her touch.
He took her hand in his and led her out to the middle of the dance floor and they began to waltz. He was amazed to find that he was rather good at it, if he did say so himself. And as for Hermione, she was graceful and elegant. It was odd, he thought to himself, that of all the women he could have married, he was with Hermione.
There were couples around them dancing as they were. Tables covered with food as several people remained seated in their chairs, talking with other people. As he looked overhead he could see little fairies flitting about, bathing the room in a beautiful light. It was amazing to him that he was so able to lose himself in this place. The small touches of magic were enough to make him wonder if the queen herself was a witch. That was something to look up once he got back.
He looked specifically at the woman sitting in the throne. Queen Elizabeth, he would bet. She really did have this regal sophistication about her. Just by the way she was sitting you could tell that she could have whatever she wanted the second she wanted it. He admired that.
As he looked back at the woman in his arms, he realized that she possessed the same qualities he’d been admiring in the queen. She was strong and stubborn, two things he really did find quite attractive in her. He gave her a little wink and she merely smiled and rolled her eyes. Still his Hermione.
And before he could stop it, he was drifting out of the dream and found Hermione curled up in his arms. The slight smile on her face was enough to let him know that she was obviously happy with whatever she was seeing. And what she was seeing was him. It was odd. He’d started this with Hermione because he’d basically been obsessed with her. He’d watched her with her friends, haunted her steps, and one-day she caught him and called him on his stalking. He’d thrown some little insult at her and before he could even say what had happened, he’d had her pressed against the wall with his mouth on hers.
It hadn’t ended there. Every time he saw her after that, his number one thought was having her. He could no longer count on one hand the different places in the castle he’d had her now. If there was an empty room, she’d been all too willing to give herself over to him. He liked the fact that she was so willing to do whatever it was he could think of and the different positions that rested in his head.
He felt her stir and she looked up at him, “Sleep well?” he asked, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.
She nodded and snuggled into his arms, “Weird, huh?”
“What’s that?”
“That we were together.”
He shrugged, “We’re together now.”
“I know…” she sighed as she crawled out of bed, “I have to go deal with the mess you made.”
“What mess?”
“With Harry and Ron,” she said as she pulled out her clothes. “And you need to go to your room and change clothes.”
“Is that a nice way of telling me to leave?”
“Yes. So go.”
He sighed as he climbed out of the bed and walked over to her desk to gather his clothes. He watched as Hermione disappeared into her personal bathroom and closed the door behind him. He shook his head as he got dressed and as he pulled his shoes on, she opened the door and frowned, “Are you going to that Ministry party?”
“We kind of have to. We’re Head Boy and Girl.”
She sighed, “Who…who do you think you’ll be taking?”
He shrugged, “I don’t know,” he said as he pulled on his other shoe, “who are you going with?”
She shook her head, “I don’t know.”
He sat back in her desk chair as he looked at her, “What brought these questions on?”
She sighed, “Just thinking about it.”
“And what were you thinking?”
She bit her lip, “Could you not take Pansy?”
He shrugged, “I guess. Why?”
“She’s…too clingy,” she said as she stuffed a book into her bag and looked at him again.
He smirked, “Jealous?”
“No.”
“Are too.”
She put her hands on her hips, “Shut up.”
He nodded, “Fine. I won’t take Pansy, if you don’t go with Potter or Weasley.”
“What if one of them asks me?”
“Then you say no?”
“And my excuse is what?”
He shrugged, “I don’t know. You’re good at thinking on your feet,” he stood and laid a kiss on her lips before he walked over to the portrait hole, “Bye.”
She frowned, “Bye.”
He pushed it open and left her staring at his retreating form.
*~*
“So it’s not true?” Ron asked earnestly.
She rolled her eyes, “Honestly, Ron, do you think I would…lower myself to sleep with him?”
Harry sighed, “It’s not that we don’t believe you…but he’s said little underhanded comments in the past which usually meant that he knows something we don’t. We’re just making sure.”
She stopped walking and looked at her friends, “Look, I appreciate that you are looking out for me and that you care enough about me to ask me directly without talking about it behind my back…but you also have to realize that I can do what I want.” She held up her hand when Ron began to speak, “Which isn’t saying that I’m sleeping with Malfoy. I’m just saying that I don’t have to answer to the two of you over every little thing I do.”
Ron lowered his head as Harry nodded, “Sorry.”
She gave them a nod, “Alright, now get to class.”
They both nodded and went stomping off to Charms. She sighed, relieved that they bought her story. She checked her watch and began walking the opposite way, trying to get to advanced Potions as quickly as she could.
*~*
Malfoy sat in the back of Care of Magical Creatures, laughing about Hagrid’s most recent fantastical beast. Harry and Ron shot him evil looks as often as they possibly could and Hermione just ignored him.
Hagrid dismissed class, and Harry and Ron left Hermione. They were both so angry that Malfoy had disrupted the entire class they both thought it better for them to get back to the castle before either could lay a hand on him. She looked up at the sky and could see that it was clearly about to rain.
Hermione gathered her things and began walking towards the castle when she heard someone walking behind her and they grabbed her from behind. They covered her mouth with their hand before she could scream and carried her into the Forbidden Forest. When they released her, she immediately turned and landed a hard punch to their face.
“Fuck!” Draco screamed as she connected with his eye. “What the hell did you do that for?”
“Why did you grab me?!”
“I was trying to get your attention through class but you seem to have mastered the art of ignoring me. I grabbed you so I could talk to you.” He brought his hand down from his face and found it bleeding, “And look what I get for my trouble.”
“You’re lucky you didn’t get more than that.”
“What’s your problem?!”
“My problem is you scaring the hell out of me.”
He rolled his eyes, “Honestly, Granger, you need to lighten up.”
“And you need to apologize.”
“No way. I needed to talk to you.”
“What?” she asked, folding her arms over her chest.
“Why are you so pissed off at me?”
She shook her head, “Because you don’t think about the consequences of your actions. Thanks to you, my friends either think I’m sleeping with you or they think I’m the frigid queen of Hogwarts…”
“And that’s not true.”
“Not to mention that you just scared the daylights out of me…”
“I told you I just wanted to talk to you.”
She sighed, “You just don’t get it! You can’t go around thinking you can do whatever the hell you want! Life doesn’t work that way.”
“For me it does. I don’t even know why we’re fighting.”
“Because you…do things without thinking them through.”
He sighed, “So explain something to me. If you’re so pissed off at me about the Potter/Weasley thing, why did you have sex with me last night?”
She shook her head, “I have no idea.” Suddenly it began to rain, and she looked up at the sky.
“You don’t know?”
“No. I don’t know!”
“So it could have just been a routine thing?”
She shrugged, “Might have been.”
He narrowed his eyes at her, “Might have been? Are you trying to piss me off now?”
“Since when have you ever cared about the reasons a person sleeps with you?”
“Not the point.”
“What exactly is the point? You think I used you for something?”
“Did you?”
“Didn’t you use me to get back at Harry and Ron?”
“Hold on…I never used you to get back at Potter and Weasley, because there are better ways of going about it. Second, the reason I started sleeping with you was because I wanted you. Did the following you around not give that away?”
They were both silent as the rain fell down around them and thunder rumbled in the distance. She grabbed the front of his robes and pulled him towards her then crushed his mouth with hers. His arms went around her as he slid his tongue into her mouth. She backed up until she came in contact with a tree, allowing Draco to press against her.
He groaned as he felt her hands on his pants, rubbing against his hardening cock. He began kissing down her neck as he thrust against her hand. He removed her panties as she unzipped his fly. He hoisted her against the tree as she wrapped her legs around his waist and he drove into her, burying his face in her shoulder.
She shivered in his arms as his mouth latched over one of her covered nipples that her white shirt wasn’t doing much to cover in the rain, even with her bra. He nipped at her, grazing his teeth over the peak and she was surprised by how quickly she was climaxing.
She clutched his shoulders as she bit down on her lip, trying not to scream as it crashed through her, racking her body. A few minutes later, Draco came as well, shaking in her arms as only a grunt passed his lips. He sighed as she stroked her hands over his wet hair. He looked up at her and realized that they both must look a fright. He lowered her to the ground, pulling out of her as he did, both releasing a slight gasp. She searched for her panties as he zipped himself up. She found her discarded underwear and tossed them into her bag.
Before she could walk away, he pulled her to him again and placed a kiss on her lips, “Are you still mad at me?”
She sighed, “No.”
“Too bad.”
“Why too bad?”
“Because, if our make-up sex could be like that everytime, I would prefer you stay mad at me.”
She chuckled, “You really are horrible.”
“And you love that about me.”
She didn’t say anything, just smirked at him. “See you later,” she said over her shoulder as the rain continued to pour down. He smiled as he followed her a few minutes later out of the forest.
*~*
Hermione eyed a set of emerald green dress robes as she stood beside Ginny. She rubbed her neck, thinking about whether or not these should replace her blue ones. She had the money to buy them, that part wasn’t a problem, but she was wondering who it was she was trying to impress. Harry and Ron were involved with their own dates and what to wear along-side them, and she was going to be busy most of the evening being introduced as the Head Girl to anyone who didn’t already know her. As for impressing Draco, he seemed much happier when she wore nothing at all than in any sort of outfit she could wear. She smirked at that thought.
“What are you smiling at?”
She looked over at Ginny who merely smiled at her, “Nothing.”
“Uh huh. What are you thinking about? Something naughty, right?”
“Ginny!”
“Tell me I wasn’t right.”
She turned back to the set of robes in front of her, “You weren’t.”
“Well, who were you thinking these nasty thoughts about?”
“I told you I wasn’t…”
“And you think I would believe that horrible lie?”
Hermione smiled, “Yes.”
“So who was it?”
“I’m not telling.”
“If I guess will you tell me?”
“No.”
“Harry?”
“I said no.”
“Come on, you have to tell me!”
She sighed, “Alright, if you guess I’ll tell you.”
“Harry?”
“No.”
“It’s not Ron is it?” she asked, making a rather disgusted face.
“No, and don’t look like that. Your brother is attractive.”
“Whatever you say. Um…Seamus?”
“No.”
“Dean?”
“No.”
“Professor Snape?”
“Oh Merlin, no.”
“Don’t say oh Merlin. It’s not that far-fetched.”
“Why isn’t it?”
“Professor Snape…well, let’s not get into that.”
“Gladly.”
“Who else is there?”
“There are plenty of people.”
“If you tell me, this conversation will end a lot sooner.”
“No…you said you would guess.”
Ginny sighed, “He does go to Hogwarts, right?”
“Yes.”
“Is he in Gryffindor?”
She was silent for a moment, “No.”
“Hufflepuff?”
“No.”
“Ravenclaw?”
She shook her head, “Not a Ravenclaw.”
“You mean…a Slytherin?”
“Yes.”
Her eyes suddenly grew wide, “Tell me the rumors aren’t true.”
“What rumors?”
“Well apparently Malfoy suggested that the two of you were on…friendly terms…”
She sighed as she looked around, “You can’t freak out if I tell you.”
“It’s true?!”
She frowned, “Don’t act so shocked.”
“How did this happen?”
She shrugged, “I don’t know. I’m attracted to him, but who isn’t. He’s…interesting. He likes talking to me about my ideas on different things and he’s really not as horrible as we all had him pegged.”
“You’re…sleeping with him?”
She nodded, “Yeah,” she said as she turned away from the emerald green robes.
“Hermione…I don’t know what to say.”
“What’s there to say?”
“Well…he does treat you well?”
She nodded, “Yes.”
She nodded in return, then a wicked grin spread across her face, “How is it?”
“How’s what?”
“The sex?”
“Ginny!”
“What? You’re shagging Hogwarts’ most eligible bachelor. How can I not ask that question?”
She sighed, “I don’t want to answer this question.”
“Come on, indulge us, Granger,” said a drawling voice from behind her. She turned to find Malfoy leaning against a shelf, a wicked smirk on his face.
She rolled her eyes, “What are you doing in here?”
He raised an eyebrow at Ginny as she watched the two of them. “Run along, little Weasley.”
She narrowed her eyes at him as she flounced away, and Draco smiled at Hermione, “Well, I’m just picking up a gift.”
“A gift? For who?”
“My valentine, of course.”
She raised an eyebrow, “It’s not alive is it?”
He smirked, “No.”
She took a step towards him, “What is it?”
He shook his head, “Only my valentine finds out.”
She folded her arms over her chest, “And who is your valentine?”
He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “I thought that part was obvious.”
“Get away from her, Malfoy!” Ron bellowed as he opened the door.
“Ron…”
“It’s alright, Hermione,” Ron said as he stepped between them, “Stay away from her.”
“Why, Potter, Weasley, what horrible timing.”
“What do you want with Hermione?” Harry asked as he stood beside her.
He rolled his eyes, “Well, I was hoping that I could persuade her to join me in the changing rooms and have a shag, but since you two have interrupted…”
She narrowed her eyes at him as Harry and Ron looked at her, “Get lost, Malfoy.”
He held up both hands, “Honestly Granger, where’s your sense of adventure?” he asked before he walked over to the woman who worked in the shop and began talking with her.
Hermione looked at her two friends, “Thanks.”
Ginny approached them, “What’s going on?”
“Malfoy was trying to seduce Hermione.”
Ginny smirked, “So?”
“So!?”
“Yeah, so? You two need to lighten up.”
“Ginny…it’s Malfoy,” Ron said gesturing to the blonde that was standing a room away from them. He was still speaking to the saleswoman.
“Yeah, it’s Malfoy. And he’s gorgeous and sexy. If you just put a silencing spell on him, I’m sure he’s fine.”
Hermione chuckled as she shook her head, “Ginny…not the right thing to say.”
The other girl looked at her, “What?”
“Look at your brother.”
She looked over at Ron whose face was almost as red as his hair, “What?”
“I can’t believe you’re my sister.”
“And I can’t believe you’re such a prude,” she said as she turned to Hermione and handed her the green set of dress robes she’d been looking at. “Go try these on.”
She took the green robes from Ginny as she walked over to the fitting rooms and opened the door. She hung the robes on the back of the door, when she felt someone grab her hips and pull them back against him. Hermione’s eyes were wide as she looked in the mirror at herself and Draco. He began nibbling along her neck and she started to shake her head.
“We can’t,” she whispered.
“Why not?” he asked as his hands moved over her stomach and then began kneading her breasts.
“What if we get caught?”
“Adds to the thrill.”
She shook her head, “No…Draco, we can’t.”
“Sure we can,” he grinned, “you just have to be quiet.”
He stepped away from her and turned her the opposite way of the mirror, making sure she could see as he dropped down to his knees. He removed her jeans and panties as he lifted one knee over his shoulder. “Now, remember, Granger, no screaming.”
She thought she was going to explode as his tongue swirled over her clit. She grasped the back of his head, holding him in place as he explored her. He began tracing the letters of his name over the bundle of nerves, but also added a finger into her slick passage. It was all she could do not to melt into a puddle on the floor. But before she could climax, he stood before her and kissed her.
She never got used to the taste of her on his tongue. It was different and strange, but those thoughts were quickly pushed aside as he began thrusting into her. She wasn’t sure when he’d turned her to face the mirror again, or when he’d unzipped his pants. All she knew was she was now bracing herself against the wall, on the opposite sides of the mirror, slightly bent over, as he thrust into her from behind. She bit her lip as her eyes locked with his, seeing clearly his lust for her in the grey orbs. It didn’t take long before she came, and she pushed off the wall to lean back against him. One of the hands that rested on her hips came up to pinch her nipple through her shirt as she shivered in his arms. She could feel her muscles clinching around him and felt him release himself, muffling a grunt in her shoulder.
He took a shaky breath as he leaned back against the wall and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed along her neck as she let out a soft sigh. She shivered in his arms again until a knock sounded at the door, “Hermione, how’s it coming in there?”
Her eyes met Draco’s in the mirror, “Perfect.”
“Alright. We’ll I’m waiting out here for you. Harry and Ron went to the post office.”
“Alright.”
She kissed Draco’s jaw, after he pulled out of her. He placed a kiss on her nose as she turned in his arms. He looked at them in the mirror and smiled, “You have a nice arse, Granger.”
She rolled her eyes, “Thanks.”
He smiled, “Welcome.”
He tucked himself into his pants as he sat down on the bench, “So.”
“So what?”
“Try them on.”
She looked over at the robes and removed her shirt and bra, leaving her completely naked in front of him. She smirked at the darkening look on his face. She pull the green robes over her head and turned her back to him, “Want to zip me?” He made a grunting sound and stood as he zipped her dress, the knuckle of his index finger brushing against her spine. She turned to him, “What do you think?”
He smiled, “I don’t think you’ve ever looked sexier.”
She smiled, “Never thought I’d hear those words come from you.”
“You should get those.”
“Alright, if you tell me what you got for your valentine.”
He smirked, “Not a chance. Enjoy your surprise.” She removed the robes and quickly got dressed again. She let out a soft sigh and he looked at her, “What’s wrong?”
“I…I wish we could go to this stupid ball together.”
“I know,” he gave her a soft kiss. “You’re going to get those robes, aren’t you?”
She sighed, “I think so.”
“They look great on you.” He smirked, “But they would look even better crumpled up on my floor.”
She rolled her eyes, “That was the corniest thing I’d ever heard you say.”
He chuckled, “Alright. I’m going go, I have a few more things to do.” He gave her another kiss, “Come to my room at about eight tonight.”
She smiled, “Alright.”
He opened the door and stopped when he saw Ginny in front of the door, tapping her foot, arms folded and an amused expression on her face, “Enjoy yourself?” she asked.
Hermione’s face turned red as she saw her friend, but Draco merely smiled, “Immensely.” He turned back to Hermione, “Don’t forget, eight.”
She nodded and took the robes to the saleswoman who just returned from the back room, “I’ll take these.” She took the robes and went into the back room with them and left Hermione and Ginny standing at the counter. She could feel Ginny’s eyes on her and finally let out an exasperated sigh, “What?”
“Don’t what me. Did you just…”
She smiled, “Yes, we just…”
“In the fitting room?”
“That’s where we were.”
She chuckled, “We’re having a talk later and I want details about this sordid little thing you have going here.”
Hermione smiled, “It’s not sordid.”
Ginny looked around, “When you’re having sex with Draco Malfoy in a fitting room in Hogsmeade, it’s sordid.”
She sighed, “Fine.”
*~*
Everyone stood in the middle of the dance floor, looking up at the ceiling as the Minister spun in a circle. Someone had put a little extra something into his drink and the next thing they knew, he was floating in mid-air spinning in circles. His bellows to get him down were echoing off the walls as students and other guests talked about what had happened and how they could possibly get him down.
As Draco looked around, he noticed no one was in a particular hurry to get him down. He looked at the man to his left as his feet suddenly left the ground and he began floating much like Fudge. He hadn’t begun spinning in circles, and suddenly a woman joined them in the air. Harry and Ron snickered as the woman tried to keep people from looking up her robes.
Hermione shook her head, “Can’t they find some way to get them down?”
Harry chuckled, “As long as they all keep floating I think we’ll be the ones that has to get them down.”
Ron shook his head, trying to contain his laughter, “What do you suppose caused that?”
Hermione sighed as she looked up at the people floating above her, “They were all drinking the champagne, so it has to be in there.”
Draco shook his head, “Not true.”
Everyone looked at him, “What do you mean not true?” Harry asked.
“I had a glass and I’m not floating. So it has to be something else.”
“Well if you’re so smart what is it?”
He looked around the room and spotted a wand from beneath a table. He strode over to it and flipped back the tablecloth revealing Fudge’s grandson. “Here’s your villain, Potter,” he answered, his voice full of disdain.
“Samson! You put us all down right now!”
The boy shrugged, “Alright,” he said as he ended the spell and everyone fell rather ungraciously to the ground. Draco helped the boy out from beneath the table as his grandfather made his way over to them.
“I told you that you were not invited to this party.”
“I told you I was coming anyway,” Samson answered in reply.
Draco cast a look away from the two and found Hermione leaving with Harry and Ron, offering a wink to him as she exited. He smiled, “Excuse me Minister.”
He nodded in reply, and Draco quickly left, catching up to walk slowly behind Harry, Ron, and Hermione. She cast a look behind her at Draco and smiled when she noticed that his moves seemed deliberate and almost predatory.
“Hey, you guys go on and catch us a carriage. I have to go to the loo before we leave.”
Harry and Ron deeply involved in a conversation about Quidditch, nodded to her and left. She moved into the bathroom and Draco entered quickly behind her. She pulled him into one of the stalls with her as his hands moved over her body, quickly becoming reaccustomed with the way her body molded against his.
She found that she couldn’t get enough of the way he kissed her or touched her. She didn’t know if she would one day be able to part with having him touch her, and the thought of him not being there was enough to scare her. But that’s the way it was with him. He scared and excited her all at the same time. She never wanted it to go away. She didn’t know if she could function without that overwhelming desire for him to course through her day to day.
“Draco?” She asked as he began nibbling on her neck.
“Yeah?”
“Do you love me?”
He pulled away from her to look into her eyes, “What?”
“Do you love me?”
He tilted his head at her, “You mean you don’t know?”
“Know what?”
“I figured it was obvious,” he said with a slight smile, a faint blush appeared over his cheeks.
She bit her lip as she lowered her lashes and sighed, “We can’t do this in here.”
“Why not? We’ve done it everywhere else.”
She smirked, “Because…I want you in my bed. So…let’s get back to Hogwarts and then you can show me how you feel about me.”
He smiled, “That could take all night.”
“I have the time.”
He nodded, “After you, Granger.”
* * * * *
The following fic is in response to Fic Request #21 which stated the following conditions:
Rating(s) of the Fic: R to NC-17
3-5 Things to Include in the Fic:
1. Seventh year Draco and Hermione - Hogsmeade a definite
2. Since I am a European History major in college, a time travel one would be really great for me. Imagine Draco and Hermione waltzing in Queen Elizabeth's Court.
3. A Ministry of Magic Valentine's Party that goes wrong.
4. Getting caught in the rain away from Hogwarts
5. Sex, sex and more sex please. (but tasteful)
What Not to Include in the Fic:
1. Slash
2. No Voldemort (please!)
3. No Lucius using Draco as the Dark Lords return to power, but wanting him to keep the houses separated is cool.
4. Gooey is OK, but so much that your foot gets stuck, a no-no.
* * * * *
Title: Secretly
Summary: Draco and Hermione put up a façade in front of everyone. But how long can they keep secret an affair that's too hot to handle?
Rating: NC-17
Author's Note: Thanks go to my two betas. They know who they are.
SECRETLY
He added the last bit of the solution that was needed into his cauldron and watched it bubble. Snape said that it would show them an experience from a past life they’d lived if they did it right. Well, they would all find out in fifteen minutes if they’d done it correctly. He was busy packing up his supplies when Snape’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
“Since this drought allows you to see an experience from a past life, it will only allow this to happen while you are asleep. Therefore, you are all to take this with you and drink it before you go to bed. I want three feet due in two days on what you saw and what you think it means you were in a past life.” Everyone looked around at each other as he glared at them, “Don’t think you can just make things up either. Extensive research has been done by seers into your past lives and with the specific instructions I gave you, you all will travel to the same time. There will be no tricks about this.” He folded his arms over his chest, “You can go.”
He tucked the flask into his pocket and walked out the door, Crabbe and Goyle on his heels. People parted when they saw him coming, not daring to cross the Slytherin who had become much more volatile since his father was sent to Azkaban. He saw a crowd outside the door of the Great Hall and pushed several third years out of the way as he moved to the front of the group to read over it. “What does it say, Draco?” Goyle asked as he glared at several of the students who complained at the intrusion.
“Ministry is having a Valentine’s Day Party and only the seventh years are invited.”
“That means us too,” Crabbe said excitedly.
Draco slowly turned to look at him, “Yeah, that’s what it means,” he looked back at the notice, “Idiot.”
“What’s going on?” Ron asked as he and Harry pushed themselves forward and found Malfoy standing in front looking at the notice.
“Nothing that concerns you, Weasel.”
Harry rolled his eyes then looked at the notice, “A party?”
“That’s what it says. Of course, if Weasel intends to go he needs to go see Hagrid about which fantastical beast would look better with his red hair.”
Several of the students laughed, while Harry held Ron back, “How’s your father, Malfoy? Still in prison?”
He took two steps forward and pulled his fist back to hit Harry but Zabini, who appeared during the trading of insults, caught him, “You can’t hit him. Granger will have your head.”
Harry and Ron both smirked, “Scared of Hermione?”
Draco looked over at Blaise who gave him a look of warning. It wouldn’t be good for the Head Boy to be caught fighting, especially when the Head Girl was Potter’s best friend. Draco gave them an evil smile, “I’ll take care of you later. When you’re not expecting it, and in a fashion that…would serve to sever your little…friendship.”
Harry shook his head, “You can’t hurt us, Malfoy. You don’t have anything over us.”
He smirked, “Over the two of you, no. You’re right.” He took a step forward, “But are you sure about Granger?”
He turned and stalked away, leaving a rather confused Harry and Ron.
*~*
“You did what?!” Hermione shrieked.
“I just hinted at it. I didn’t tell them.”
She closed her eyes, “Give me one good reason I shouldn’t kill you.”
He rolled his eyes, “What was I supposed to say? He insulted my family.”
“And you’ve never insulted anyone in your life. Malfoy…damn, the one thing we agreed on was that no one would know. And you went and basically told Harry and Ron.”
“It’s not like they believed anything I’d say anyway. I just wanted to piss them off as much as they had me.”
“You’re such a child,” she said as she looked at him where he had his feet propped up on her desk. “They did something to you so you have to do something back to them? Grow up.”
He folded his arms over his chest, “I was in a fairly pleasant mood when I came in here.”
“Yeah, because in your quest to take down my friends you took me with them.”
“Get over it, Granger. They don’t run your life.”
She sighed, “Why couldn’t you have said anything else?”
“Because they said I was scared of you.”
“You’re not.”
“I know that. And you know that. But I wanted to make those…wankers realize that too.”
“So you told them we were sleeping together. Brilliant.”
He removed his feet from the desk, “It’s really not as tragic as you think.”
“Oh, I’m sure that the thought of their best friend shagging their enemy is just the kind of thing they live to hear.”
He smirked, “Well, if the enemy’s doing it well…”
“Draco…don’t make jokes.”
“Who’s joking? Are you happy when we’re together?”
“With the exception of today?”
“Yeah.”
She shrugged, “I guess.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“My friends hate you.”
“And I hate them. It’s not a problem.”
“It is if they stop being my friends.”
He sighed, “So what do you want me to do? Go back in time and never let it happen?”
She walked around her desk and stood in front of him, “You can’t. It’s out there.”
He pulled her into his lap, “Stop worrying about what they think.”
“I don’t understand you.”
“I know. But that’s alright because I really don’t understand you.”
She sighed, “So do I just deny it to Harry and Ron or do I tell them the truth?”
Draco shook his head, “Deny it. They’ll have no problem taking your word over mine. Besides, the sneaking around turns me on.”
She rolled her eyes but smiled in spite of herself, “What doesn’t turn you on?”
He pursed his lips as he appeared to be deep in thought, “That’s a very good point.”
She leaned down and placed a kiss on his forehead, “Do you ever get tired of the roles we play?”
He frowned, “On occasion.”
They were silent for a few minutes and she sighed, “I’ve been thinking.”
“About?”
She stood and leaned against the desk in front of him, “We have yet to have sex on this desk.”
He tilted his head, “That is a very good point.”
She nodded, “And a problem that should be rectified soon.”
He smiled, “How about now?”
“Well, I am a bit cross with you.”
He smirked, “I’m sure I can think of something to make you forgive me.”
She nodded, “I’m sure you could.” He stood and leaned over her, causing her to sit on the edge of the desk as he placed both hands beside her and leaned in to kiss her. She moved her hands over his shoulders as his lips dominated hers.
“How was that?” he asked as he moved to her neck.
She smiled, “Not bad, but I think you can do better,” she said as she tugged his shirt from his pants and unbuttoned it quickly. His hands tugged on her shirt and quickly removed it, tossing it behind him to land in her chair. She made quick work of his pants and only stopped touching him when she had to lift herself so he could remove her skirt and panties.
He kissed her once on the wrist and slowly moved up her arm to her shoulder, leaving fire in his wake. He couldn’t get enough of her. They held the same contempt for one another in front of everyone else, but when they were alone, it just seemed to all melt away. She shivered as his lips closed over her nipple. She begged for him to never stop, and if he had his way about it, he never would.
He leaned her back against the desk, pushing a few pieces of parchment and a quill out of her way. He moved one leg over his shoulder as he drove himself inside of her, her gasp the only sound filling the room. She clasped the edge of the desk as he filled her over and over again. She brought one hand up to her belly and moved it to her breasts, pinching the peak, causing Draco to moan at the sight.
He knew he wasn’t going to last as long as he usually did. Fighting to them was the best kind of foreplay. And it always served to get him ready for whatever sort of encounter they could think of. He brought his hand to her belly and stroked it a few times before he slid it lower and allowed one of his fingers to slip past her soft folds and find her clit. She shivered as her release washed over her and her body clamped around him, milking his orgasm from him. He let out a soft groan as he thrust into her three more times, allowed her leg to drop, and propped over her.
He took a deep breath and shook his head, “How do you do it?”
“Do what?” she asked, still breathless.
“How do you make me lose all control the way you do?”
She bit her lip, “I don’t know.” She took a deep breath, “But I never want it to end.”
He leaned down and kissed her. “Let’s go to bed.”
She smiled, “Gladly.”
As he slid from inside her, he helped her from the desk and bent down to retrieve the flask from his pants. “Can’t forget this.”
She nodded as she pulled him along behind her to the bed. He drank his drought and she quickly downed hers. She cringed, “That tastes horrible.”
He nodded as he leaned back against her pillows and she soon cuddled against him. He heard her yawn as his eyes began to droop. And before he knew it, he was asleep.
*~*
He looked around the crowded ballroom. So this is where he was all these years ago. At a ball. Was he with someone? Was he royalty? That would have been nice, to know that he really was a prince in a former life.
He suddenly felt a hand wrap around his elbow and knew immediately that his wife wanted a word with him. When he turned he was met by a pair of beautiful almond brown eyes. Hermione was in the same place he was. He shook his head; Hermione was his wife. He knew her touch.
He took her hand in his and led her out to the middle of the dance floor and they began to waltz. He was amazed to find that he was rather good at it, if he did say so himself. And as for Hermione, she was graceful and elegant. It was odd, he thought to himself, that of all the women he could have married, he was with Hermione.
There were couples around them dancing as they were. Tables covered with food as several people remained seated in their chairs, talking with other people. As he looked overhead he could see little fairies flitting about, bathing the room in a beautiful light. It was amazing to him that he was so able to lose himself in this place. The small touches of magic were enough to make him wonder if the queen herself was a witch. That was something to look up once he got back.
He looked specifically at the woman sitting in the throne. Queen Elizabeth, he would bet. She really did have this regal sophistication about her. Just by the way she was sitting you could tell that she could have whatever she wanted the second she wanted it. He admired that.
As he looked back at the woman in his arms, he realized that she possessed the same qualities he’d been admiring in the queen. She was strong and stubborn, two things he really did find quite attractive in her. He gave her a little wink and she merely smiled and rolled her eyes. Still his Hermione.
And before he could stop it, he was drifting out of the dream and found Hermione curled up in his arms. The slight smile on her face was enough to let him know that she was obviously happy with whatever she was seeing. And what she was seeing was him. It was odd. He’d started this with Hermione because he’d basically been obsessed with her. He’d watched her with her friends, haunted her steps, and one-day she caught him and called him on his stalking. He’d thrown some little insult at her and before he could even say what had happened, he’d had her pressed against the wall with his mouth on hers.
It hadn’t ended there. Every time he saw her after that, his number one thought was having her. He could no longer count on one hand the different places in the castle he’d had her now. If there was an empty room, she’d been all too willing to give herself over to him. He liked the fact that she was so willing to do whatever it was he could think of and the different positions that rested in his head.
He felt her stir and she looked up at him, “Sleep well?” he asked, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.
She nodded and snuggled into his arms, “Weird, huh?”
“What’s that?”
“That we were together.”
He shrugged, “We’re together now.”
“I know…” she sighed as she crawled out of bed, “I have to go deal with the mess you made.”
“What mess?”
“With Harry and Ron,” she said as she pulled out her clothes. “And you need to go to your room and change clothes.”
“Is that a nice way of telling me to leave?”
“Yes. So go.”
He sighed as he climbed out of the bed and walked over to her desk to gather his clothes. He watched as Hermione disappeared into her personal bathroom and closed the door behind him. He shook his head as he got dressed and as he pulled his shoes on, she opened the door and frowned, “Are you going to that Ministry party?”
“We kind of have to. We’re Head Boy and Girl.”
She sighed, “Who…who do you think you’ll be taking?”
He shrugged, “I don’t know,” he said as he pulled on his other shoe, “who are you going with?”
She shook her head, “I don’t know.”
He sat back in her desk chair as he looked at her, “What brought these questions on?”
She sighed, “Just thinking about it.”
“And what were you thinking?”
She bit her lip, “Could you not take Pansy?”
He shrugged, “I guess. Why?”
“She’s…too clingy,” she said as she stuffed a book into her bag and looked at him again.
He smirked, “Jealous?”
“No.”
“Are too.”
She put her hands on her hips, “Shut up.”
He nodded, “Fine. I won’t take Pansy, if you don’t go with Potter or Weasley.”
“What if one of them asks me?”
“Then you say no?”
“And my excuse is what?”
He shrugged, “I don’t know. You’re good at thinking on your feet,” he stood and laid a kiss on her lips before he walked over to the portrait hole, “Bye.”
She frowned, “Bye.”
He pushed it open and left her staring at his retreating form.
*~*
“So it’s not true?” Ron asked earnestly.
She rolled her eyes, “Honestly, Ron, do you think I would…lower myself to sleep with him?”
Harry sighed, “It’s not that we don’t believe you…but he’s said little underhanded comments in the past which usually meant that he knows something we don’t. We’re just making sure.”
She stopped walking and looked at her friends, “Look, I appreciate that you are looking out for me and that you care enough about me to ask me directly without talking about it behind my back…but you also have to realize that I can do what I want.” She held up her hand when Ron began to speak, “Which isn’t saying that I’m sleeping with Malfoy. I’m just saying that I don’t have to answer to the two of you over every little thing I do.”
Ron lowered his head as Harry nodded, “Sorry.”
She gave them a nod, “Alright, now get to class.”
They both nodded and went stomping off to Charms. She sighed, relieved that they bought her story. She checked her watch and began walking the opposite way, trying to get to advanced Potions as quickly as she could.
*~*
Malfoy sat in the back of Care of Magical Creatures, laughing about Hagrid’s most recent fantastical beast. Harry and Ron shot him evil looks as often as they possibly could and Hermione just ignored him.
Hagrid dismissed class, and Harry and Ron left Hermione. They were both so angry that Malfoy had disrupted the entire class they both thought it better for them to get back to the castle before either could lay a hand on him. She looked up at the sky and could see that it was clearly about to rain.
Hermione gathered her things and began walking towards the castle when she heard someone walking behind her and they grabbed her from behind. They covered her mouth with their hand before she could scream and carried her into the Forbidden Forest. When they released her, she immediately turned and landed a hard punch to their face.
“Fuck!” Draco screamed as she connected with his eye. “What the hell did you do that for?”
“Why did you grab me?!”
“I was trying to get your attention through class but you seem to have mastered the art of ignoring me. I grabbed you so I could talk to you.” He brought his hand down from his face and found it bleeding, “And look what I get for my trouble.”
“You’re lucky you didn’t get more than that.”
“What’s your problem?!”
“My problem is you scaring the hell out of me.”
He rolled his eyes, “Honestly, Granger, you need to lighten up.”
“And you need to apologize.”
“No way. I needed to talk to you.”
“What?” she asked, folding her arms over her chest.
“Why are you so pissed off at me?”
She shook her head, “Because you don’t think about the consequences of your actions. Thanks to you, my friends either think I’m sleeping with you or they think I’m the frigid queen of Hogwarts…”
“And that’s not true.”
“Not to mention that you just scared the daylights out of me…”
“I told you I just wanted to talk to you.”
She sighed, “You just don’t get it! You can’t go around thinking you can do whatever the hell you want! Life doesn’t work that way.”
“For me it does. I don’t even know why we’re fighting.”
“Because you…do things without thinking them through.”
He sighed, “So explain something to me. If you’re so pissed off at me about the Potter/Weasley thing, why did you have sex with me last night?”
She shook her head, “I have no idea.” Suddenly it began to rain, and she looked up at the sky.
“You don’t know?”
“No. I don’t know!”
“So it could have just been a routine thing?”
She shrugged, “Might have been.”
He narrowed his eyes at her, “Might have been? Are you trying to piss me off now?”
“Since when have you ever cared about the reasons a person sleeps with you?”
“Not the point.”
“What exactly is the point? You think I used you for something?”
“Did you?”
“Didn’t you use me to get back at Harry and Ron?”
“Hold on…I never used you to get back at Potter and Weasley, because there are better ways of going about it. Second, the reason I started sleeping with you was because I wanted you. Did the following you around not give that away?”
They were both silent as the rain fell down around them and thunder rumbled in the distance. She grabbed the front of his robes and pulled him towards her then crushed his mouth with hers. His arms went around her as he slid his tongue into her mouth. She backed up until she came in contact with a tree, allowing Draco to press against her.
He groaned as he felt her hands on his pants, rubbing against his hardening cock. He began kissing down her neck as he thrust against her hand. He removed her panties as she unzipped his fly. He hoisted her against the tree as she wrapped her legs around his waist and he drove into her, burying his face in her shoulder.
She shivered in his arms as his mouth latched over one of her covered nipples that her white shirt wasn’t doing much to cover in the rain, even with her bra. He nipped at her, grazing his teeth over the peak and she was surprised by how quickly she was climaxing.
She clutched his shoulders as she bit down on her lip, trying not to scream as it crashed through her, racking her body. A few minutes later, Draco came as well, shaking in her arms as only a grunt passed his lips. He sighed as she stroked her hands over his wet hair. He looked up at her and realized that they both must look a fright. He lowered her to the ground, pulling out of her as he did, both releasing a slight gasp. She searched for her panties as he zipped himself up. She found her discarded underwear and tossed them into her bag.
Before she could walk away, he pulled her to him again and placed a kiss on her lips, “Are you still mad at me?”
She sighed, “No.”
“Too bad.”
“Why too bad?”
“Because, if our make-up sex could be like that everytime, I would prefer you stay mad at me.”
She chuckled, “You really are horrible.”
“And you love that about me.”
She didn’t say anything, just smirked at him. “See you later,” she said over her shoulder as the rain continued to pour down. He smiled as he followed her a few minutes later out of the forest.
*~*
Hermione eyed a set of emerald green dress robes as she stood beside Ginny. She rubbed her neck, thinking about whether or not these should replace her blue ones. She had the money to buy them, that part wasn’t a problem, but she was wondering who it was she was trying to impress. Harry and Ron were involved with their own dates and what to wear along-side them, and she was going to be busy most of the evening being introduced as the Head Girl to anyone who didn’t already know her. As for impressing Draco, he seemed much happier when she wore nothing at all than in any sort of outfit she could wear. She smirked at that thought.
“What are you smiling at?”
She looked over at Ginny who merely smiled at her, “Nothing.”
“Uh huh. What are you thinking about? Something naughty, right?”
“Ginny!”
“Tell me I wasn’t right.”
She turned back to the set of robes in front of her, “You weren’t.”
“Well, who were you thinking these nasty thoughts about?”
“I told you I wasn’t…”
“And you think I would believe that horrible lie?”
Hermione smiled, “Yes.”
“So who was it?”
“I’m not telling.”
“If I guess will you tell me?”
“No.”
“Harry?”
“I said no.”
“Come on, you have to tell me!”
She sighed, “Alright, if you guess I’ll tell you.”
“Harry?”
“No.”
“It’s not Ron is it?” she asked, making a rather disgusted face.
“No, and don’t look like that. Your brother is attractive.”
“Whatever you say. Um…Seamus?”
“No.”
“Dean?”
“No.”
“Professor Snape?”
“Oh Merlin, no.”
“Don’t say oh Merlin. It’s not that far-fetched.”
“Why isn’t it?”
“Professor Snape…well, let’s not get into that.”
“Gladly.”
“Who else is there?”
“There are plenty of people.”
“If you tell me, this conversation will end a lot sooner.”
“No…you said you would guess.”
Ginny sighed, “He does go to Hogwarts, right?”
“Yes.”
“Is he in Gryffindor?”
She was silent for a moment, “No.”
“Hufflepuff?”
“No.”
“Ravenclaw?”
She shook her head, “Not a Ravenclaw.”
“You mean…a Slytherin?”
“Yes.”
Her eyes suddenly grew wide, “Tell me the rumors aren’t true.”
“What rumors?”
“Well apparently Malfoy suggested that the two of you were on…friendly terms…”
She sighed as she looked around, “You can’t freak out if I tell you.”
“It’s true?!”
She frowned, “Don’t act so shocked.”
“How did this happen?”
She shrugged, “I don’t know. I’m attracted to him, but who isn’t. He’s…interesting. He likes talking to me about my ideas on different things and he’s really not as horrible as we all had him pegged.”
“You’re…sleeping with him?”
She nodded, “Yeah,” she said as she turned away from the emerald green robes.
“Hermione…I don’t know what to say.”
“What’s there to say?”
“Well…he does treat you well?”
She nodded, “Yes.”
She nodded in return, then a wicked grin spread across her face, “How is it?”
“How’s what?”
“The sex?”
“Ginny!”
“What? You’re shagging Hogwarts’ most eligible bachelor. How can I not ask that question?”
She sighed, “I don’t want to answer this question.”
“Come on, indulge us, Granger,” said a drawling voice from behind her. She turned to find Malfoy leaning against a shelf, a wicked smirk on his face.
She rolled her eyes, “What are you doing in here?”
He raised an eyebrow at Ginny as she watched the two of them. “Run along, little Weasley.”
She narrowed her eyes at him as she flounced away, and Draco smiled at Hermione, “Well, I’m just picking up a gift.”
“A gift? For who?”
“My valentine, of course.”
She raised an eyebrow, “It’s not alive is it?”
He smirked, “No.”
She took a step towards him, “What is it?”
He shook his head, “Only my valentine finds out.”
She folded her arms over her chest, “And who is your valentine?”
He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “I thought that part was obvious.”
“Get away from her, Malfoy!” Ron bellowed as he opened the door.
“Ron…”
“It’s alright, Hermione,” Ron said as he stepped between them, “Stay away from her.”
“Why, Potter, Weasley, what horrible timing.”
“What do you want with Hermione?” Harry asked as he stood beside her.
He rolled his eyes, “Well, I was hoping that I could persuade her to join me in the changing rooms and have a shag, but since you two have interrupted…”
She narrowed her eyes at him as Harry and Ron looked at her, “Get lost, Malfoy.”
He held up both hands, “Honestly Granger, where’s your sense of adventure?” he asked before he walked over to the woman who worked in the shop and began talking with her.
Hermione looked at her two friends, “Thanks.”
Ginny approached them, “What’s going on?”
“Malfoy was trying to seduce Hermione.”
Ginny smirked, “So?”
“So!?”
“Yeah, so? You two need to lighten up.”
“Ginny…it’s Malfoy,” Ron said gesturing to the blonde that was standing a room away from them. He was still speaking to the saleswoman.
“Yeah, it’s Malfoy. And he’s gorgeous and sexy. If you just put a silencing spell on him, I’m sure he’s fine.”
Hermione chuckled as she shook her head, “Ginny…not the right thing to say.”
The other girl looked at her, “What?”
“Look at your brother.”
She looked over at Ron whose face was almost as red as his hair, “What?”
“I can’t believe you’re my sister.”
“And I can’t believe you’re such a prude,” she said as she turned to Hermione and handed her the green set of dress robes she’d been looking at. “Go try these on.”
She took the green robes from Ginny as she walked over to the fitting rooms and opened the door. She hung the robes on the back of the door, when she felt someone grab her hips and pull them back against him. Hermione’s eyes were wide as she looked in the mirror at herself and Draco. He began nibbling along her neck and she started to shake her head.
“We can’t,” she whispered.
“Why not?” he asked as his hands moved over her stomach and then began kneading her breasts.
“What if we get caught?”
“Adds to the thrill.”
She shook her head, “No…Draco, we can’t.”
“Sure we can,” he grinned, “you just have to be quiet.”
He stepped away from her and turned her the opposite way of the mirror, making sure she could see as he dropped down to his knees. He removed her jeans and panties as he lifted one knee over his shoulder. “Now, remember, Granger, no screaming.”
She thought she was going to explode as his tongue swirled over her clit. She grasped the back of his head, holding him in place as he explored her. He began tracing the letters of his name over the bundle of nerves, but also added a finger into her slick passage. It was all she could do not to melt into a puddle on the floor. But before she could climax, he stood before her and kissed her.
She never got used to the taste of her on his tongue. It was different and strange, but those thoughts were quickly pushed aside as he began thrusting into her. She wasn’t sure when he’d turned her to face the mirror again, or when he’d unzipped his pants. All she knew was she was now bracing herself against the wall, on the opposite sides of the mirror, slightly bent over, as he thrust into her from behind. She bit her lip as her eyes locked with his, seeing clearly his lust for her in the grey orbs. It didn’t take long before she came, and she pushed off the wall to lean back against him. One of the hands that rested on her hips came up to pinch her nipple through her shirt as she shivered in his arms. She could feel her muscles clinching around him and felt him release himself, muffling a grunt in her shoulder.
He took a shaky breath as he leaned back against the wall and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed along her neck as she let out a soft sigh. She shivered in his arms again until a knock sounded at the door, “Hermione, how’s it coming in there?”
Her eyes met Draco’s in the mirror, “Perfect.”
“Alright. We’ll I’m waiting out here for you. Harry and Ron went to the post office.”
“Alright.”
She kissed Draco’s jaw, after he pulled out of her. He placed a kiss on her nose as she turned in his arms. He looked at them in the mirror and smiled, “You have a nice arse, Granger.”
She rolled her eyes, “Thanks.”
He smiled, “Welcome.”
He tucked himself into his pants as he sat down on the bench, “So.”
“So what?”
“Try them on.”
She looked over at the robes and removed her shirt and bra, leaving her completely naked in front of him. She smirked at the darkening look on his face. She pull the green robes over her head and turned her back to him, “Want to zip me?” He made a grunting sound and stood as he zipped her dress, the knuckle of his index finger brushing against her spine. She turned to him, “What do you think?”
He smiled, “I don’t think you’ve ever looked sexier.”
She smiled, “Never thought I’d hear those words come from you.”
“You should get those.”
“Alright, if you tell me what you got for your valentine.”
He smirked, “Not a chance. Enjoy your surprise.” She removed the robes and quickly got dressed again. She let out a soft sigh and he looked at her, “What’s wrong?”
“I…I wish we could go to this stupid ball together.”
“I know,” he gave her a soft kiss. “You’re going to get those robes, aren’t you?”
She sighed, “I think so.”
“They look great on you.” He smirked, “But they would look even better crumpled up on my floor.”
She rolled her eyes, “That was the corniest thing I’d ever heard you say.”
He chuckled, “Alright. I’m going go, I have a few more things to do.” He gave her another kiss, “Come to my room at about eight tonight.”
She smiled, “Alright.”
He opened the door and stopped when he saw Ginny in front of the door, tapping her foot, arms folded and an amused expression on her face, “Enjoy yourself?” she asked.
Hermione’s face turned red as she saw her friend, but Draco merely smiled, “Immensely.” He turned back to Hermione, “Don’t forget, eight.”
She nodded and took the robes to the saleswoman who just returned from the back room, “I’ll take these.” She took the robes and went into the back room with them and left Hermione and Ginny standing at the counter. She could feel Ginny’s eyes on her and finally let out an exasperated sigh, “What?”
“Don’t what me. Did you just…”
She smiled, “Yes, we just…”
“In the fitting room?”
“That’s where we were.”
She chuckled, “We’re having a talk later and I want details about this sordid little thing you have going here.”
Hermione smiled, “It’s not sordid.”
Ginny looked around, “When you’re having sex with Draco Malfoy in a fitting room in Hogsmeade, it’s sordid.”
She sighed, “Fine.”
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Everyone stood in the middle of the dance floor, looking up at the ceiling as the Minister spun in a circle. Someone had put a little extra something into his drink and the next thing they knew, he was floating in mid-air spinning in circles. His bellows to get him down were echoing off the walls as students and other guests talked about what had happened and how they could possibly get him down.
As Draco looked around, he noticed no one was in a particular hurry to get him down. He looked at the man to his left as his feet suddenly left the ground and he began floating much like Fudge. He hadn’t begun spinning in circles, and suddenly a woman joined them in the air. Harry and Ron snickered as the woman tried to keep people from looking up her robes.
Hermione shook her head, “Can’t they find some way to get them down?”
Harry chuckled, “As long as they all keep floating I think we’ll be the ones that has to get them down.”
Ron shook his head, trying to contain his laughter, “What do you suppose caused that?”
Hermione sighed as she looked up at the people floating above her, “They were all drinking the champagne, so it has to be in there.”
Draco shook his head, “Not true.”
Everyone looked at him, “What do you mean not true?” Harry asked.
“I had a glass and I’m not floating. So it has to be something else.”
“Well if you’re so smart what is it?”
He looked around the room and spotted a wand from beneath a table. He strode over to it and flipped back the tablecloth revealing Fudge’s grandson. “Here’s your villain, Potter,” he answered, his voice full of disdain.
“Samson! You put us all down right now!”
The boy shrugged, “Alright,” he said as he ended the spell and everyone fell rather ungraciously to the ground. Draco helped the boy out from beneath the table as his grandfather made his way over to them.
“I told you that you were not invited to this party.”
“I told you I was coming anyway,” Samson answered in reply.
Draco cast a look away from the two and found Hermione leaving with Harry and Ron, offering a wink to him as she exited. He smiled, “Excuse me Minister.”
He nodded in reply, and Draco quickly left, catching up to walk slowly behind Harry, Ron, and Hermione. She cast a look behind her at Draco and smiled when she noticed that his moves seemed deliberate and almost predatory.
“Hey, you guys go on and catch us a carriage. I have to go to the loo before we leave.”
Harry and Ron deeply involved in a conversation about Quidditch, nodded to her and left. She moved into the bathroom and Draco entered quickly behind her. She pulled him into one of the stalls with her as his hands moved over her body, quickly becoming reaccustomed with the way her body molded against his.
She found that she couldn’t get enough of the way he kissed her or touched her. She didn’t know if she would one day be able to part with having him touch her, and the thought of him not being there was enough to scare her. But that’s the way it was with him. He scared and excited her all at the same time. She never wanted it to go away. She didn’t know if she could function without that overwhelming desire for him to course through her day to day.
“Draco?” She asked as he began nibbling on her neck.
“Yeah?”
“Do you love me?”
He pulled away from her to look into her eyes, “What?”
“Do you love me?”
He tilted his head at her, “You mean you don’t know?”
“Know what?”
“I figured it was obvious,” he said with a slight smile, a faint blush appeared over his cheeks.
She bit her lip as she lowered her lashes and sighed, “We can’t do this in here.”
“Why not? We’ve done it everywhere else.”
She smirked, “Because…I want you in my bed. So…let’s get back to Hogwarts and then you can show me how you feel about me.”
He smiled, “That could take all night.”
“I have the time.”
He nodded, “After you, Granger.”
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The following fic is in response to Fic Request #21 which stated the following conditions:
Rating(s) of the Fic: R to NC-17
3-5 Things to Include in the Fic:
1. Seventh year Draco and Hermione - Hogsmeade a definite
2. Since I am a European History major in college, a time travel one would be really great for me. Imagine Draco and Hermione waltzing in Queen Elizabeth's Court.
3. A Ministry of Magic Valentine's Party that goes wrong.
4. Getting caught in the rain away from Hogwarts
5. Sex, sex and more sex please. (but tasteful)
What Not to Include in the Fic:
1. Slash
2. No Voldemort (please!)
3. No Lucius using Draco as the Dark Lords return to power, but wanting him to keep the houses separated is cool.
4. Gooey is OK, but so much that your foot gets stuck, a no-no.
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