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"Draco...mmm, Draco, stoppit!" Hermione whimpered breathlessly.
Draco Malfoy chuckled against his girlfriend's bare neck.
"Yes, I can really tell that you would very much like me to stop." he whispered, kissing her softly right below the ear as he continued to draw circles around her clit through her Slytherin-green -Draco's choice, of course- panties.
"You know you're not going to finish! And then I have to go to bloody Potions and try not to leap across the room and fuck you right there in front of everybody!" Hermione said, attempting feebly to push his hand away.
"Mm! God, I love it when you talk like that. Especially when it has to deal with you fucking me," he whispered, backing up as much as he could in the confined space.
Draco stared at Hermione as she attempted to look less disheveled. It was all he could do not to pull their knickers down and fuck her as well. Her lips were reddened and swollen because of his kisses, her hair was more all over the place than usual, and her skirt was hiked up a good four or five inches. He almost pouted when she pulled it down.
"Yes, I'm sure its absolutely adorable when I talk like a randy slut!" Hermione muttered, rolling her eyes but smiling despite herself.
Draco chuckled and then leaned forward enough that Hermione's breath quickened again.
"Hm? So when I say things like: 'I'd love nothing more than to take you in front of the entire school and fuck you right on the Head Table.', it does absolutely nothing for you?" he whispered, tracing his finger along her collar bone. It was another one of her turn-on spots. She had way too many if you asked her, but he thought it was amazing. He could get her going almost anywhere.
"We...w-we need to go t-to...to Potions." Hermione whimpered, involuntarily thrusting her hips forward and grinding them against Draco's. Draco groaned. "Sorry!" Hermione gasped, pulling back.
"I'll see you later, then?" Draco asked after kissing her softly on the forehead.
"Mmmhmm." she nodded. "Same time, same place."
"I love you," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into a hug.
"I love you too," she said with a grin, wrapping her own arms around his neck and squeezing him tightly. "Wait a bit before you leave." she muttered.
And with a quick peck on the cheek, she'd vanished from behind the tapestry and Draco looked down at the slight bulge in his pants.
"You really need to keep better control of yourself, mate." he muttered before counting to one-hundred and then exiting as well.
LBT
Hermione now sat in the Gryffindor common room, willing the clock to go faster. It was nine minutes exactly before nine-thirty, and Hermione couldn't wait for those nine minutes to pass. Crookshanks sat on her lap, purring quietly and Hermione scratched the back of the cat's head absentmindedly, glowering at the clock.
"Hello, Hermione!" said a surprised voice.
Hermione looked up to see Ginny and grinned. Now she would have someone to talk to in order to pass the time.
"Hi, Ginny." she said as the red-headed girl sat down next to her.
"Hermione...Erm...I really don't know how to begin this...So, I guess I'll just start with...Have you ever heard the story of Christopher Augustus and Samantha Carrington?"
Hermione racked her brain for the names, but nothing came to mind. She shook her head.
"They went to school here. Christopher was a Slytherin. Blonde, gorgeous, athletic, admired, pure-blood. And Samantha, she was a Gryffindor. She was in the top of her year, got along with almost everyone, and she was a muggle-born." Ginny nodded.
Hermione smiled slightly.
"They don't happen to remind you of anyone, do they?" Ginny asked.
"Ginny, where are you going with this?" Hermione asked.
"Christopher and Samantha were crazy in love with each other! But of course, a Gryffindor and Slytherin couldn't be seen anywhere together, so they were constantly meeting in secret and never told anybody. But some how, You-Know-Who found out. Obviously, this was way back when, before everyone realised what an...anyways, he found out and he murdered them both. And to prove that pure-bloods and muggle-borns shouldn't have anything to do with eachother, he killed them and then hung them from the front towers, naked, for everyone to see."
Hermione swallowed, but then shook her head.
"Ginny, I know your concerned about mine and Draco's relationship, but in case you haven't noticed, You-Know-Who isn't in school anymore. He's been gone for a long, long time."
"Well, yes, but he has followers everywhere. Crabbe, Goyle, Parkinson, Zabini! Hermione, the list goes on and on!" Ginny muttered frantically as a few people walked by on their way to bed.
"Ginny, you know as well as I do that none of those prats would harm Draco. And if they knew how much I meant to him, they wouldn't even taunt me the way they do." Hermione nodded.
"Hermione, what if theres another person? What if someone else knows about you? What if...What if Draco told the wrong person without thinking about it? Hermione, the story goes that Christopher and Samantha's ghosts hang around Hogwarts. Want to know why? They're looking for alter-egos of themselves to inhabit. They want to be able to touch and feel again! Hermione, you and Draco are the perfect alter-egos for the both of them! Don't you get it?" Ginny gasped, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "And when Samantha and Christopher are in your bodies, you'll have the same fate as they did!"
Hermione sighed and shook her head.
"Ginny, you do know that you sound absolutely insane, correct?" she asked, pushing Crookshanks off of her lap. "I'm going to meet Draco now. I'll see you tomorrow." she said as she stood up.
"Hermione, really, I think you should look this story up!" Ginny said, walking after her.
"Ginny, stop! You sound mad! I'm leaving! I will see you tomorrow!" Hermione said in a much firmer voice.
Ginny glared at Hermione for a second.
"Fine! But if anything happens to you, I'll kill Draco bloody Malfoy myself!" she snapped before turning around and stomping off towards the dormitories.
Hermione shook her head as she grabbed Harry's Invisibility Cloak off of the floor from under the book case and then exited the portrait hole. She pulled the cloak on and sighed. Maybe it was a mistake telling Ginny. She was obviously too much like Ron to be able to handle something like this. Too hot-headed and anti-Malfoy. Hermione felt the material of the cloak, not regretting telling Harry. All he had said so far was to be careful who to trust with the information. Hermione snorted. Apparently Hermione hadn't been as careful as she thought.
After walking down to the third floor, Hermione really started to feel the excitement of getting to see Draco. She grinned and had to keep herself from skipping the rest of the way down the corridor.
"Why her? Why not someone with not-so...bushy hair?"
Hermione whirled around, knowing that who ever had said that could see her.
"Because she's perfect! And besides, you won't even see her when I'm fully in her! You'll see me, Chris!"
Hermione could hear people talking. It sounded like a teenage boy and a teenage girl and they were bickering about something.
"Shhh! She can hear us!" the boy spoke a second time.
Hermione swallowed, her heart thudding in her chest, looking around wildly. She could see no one.
"Hello?" she said quietly, her hand gripping her wand tightly. "Is someone there?" she asked.
No answer. Hermione closed her eyes for a moment, trying to calm herself down. She hadn't imagined the voices, had she? No, there's no way she could have. They were too close, too real, too loud. Someone had definitely spoken. Hermione slowly and reluctantly turned back around and started to walk again, figuring that it was smarter to just leave and get to Draco. He'd calm her down. He always could.
"I want her, Chris! I've been watching her for a while, she's perfect! Sneaking around and in love with a Slytherin! Dumbledore said we could have any of his students, as long as we didn't put anyone in danger!" the female voice said in a quieter tone.
"Who's there?!" Hermione whispered viciously, her wand pointed towards the wall where she'd heard the voice from.
Silence.
"Hermione?"
"AH!" Hermione screamed and jumped, her wand falling to the floor. In her haste to pick it up, the cloak fell off, leaving her standing there, wandless and visible. "Oh! Draco, thank Gods!" Hermione cried, rushing towards him and throwing her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest. "Draco, I think someone is following me! Two someones actually! The girl is talking about wanting me or having me or something, I don't know! But they could see me when I was under the cloak!" Hermione said quickly.
"Hermione, there's no body around! It's just you and I." Draco said, rubbing Hermione's back in slow circles.
Her breathing was already going back to normal. She nodded at him and then looked over her shoulder at the spot where she'd heard the voices. Perhaps she was just tired. Perhaps there wasn't any voices. It could be Peeves, the bugger, playing a joke on her. Hermione shuddered, remembering the last thing the girl had said: Dumbledore said we could have any of his students, as long as we didn't put anyone in danger!
Hermione hadn't realised that in such a short time, she'd already made it to the Room of Requirement. That explained why Draco was there. After walking by the place where the door always appeared, Draco ushered her inside and Hermione grinned at the familiar surroundings. Against the back wall, there was a book shelf, just for her benefit. The massive fireplace to her left crackled merrily and the giant flames made her warm inside and out. The sofa was a Hagrid-sized sofa and the fridge [because Hermione refused to call upon house-elves to make them food was just as large. Hermione grinned and then looked to her right, seeing something that had never been there before.
"I didn't ask for a bed, did you ask for a bed?" Draco said, slightly flustered, his naturally pale cheeks reddening slightly.
"I didn't. What did you ask for?" Hermione asked, her own cheeks equally red.
"What I always ask for." Draco shrugged. "A place to be together." he nodded.
"Well, maybe the room...misinterpreted...or...or something." Hermione stammered.
Hermione and Draco had never gone "all the way". A bit of groping on the couch every now and then, but never all the way. They joked about it every now and then, but never had it actually happened.
"I need something to drink." Draco nodded, walking towards the fridge and pulling the door opened.
Hermione knew that he was just trying to busy himself and trying not to focus on the bed and the activity that was no doubt supposed to take place. She bit her lip, thinking. The Room of Requirement was supposed to fill the person's needs. Did they need a place to...do that? Hermione looked back over at Draco, seeing that he was staring into the fridge, but not really seeing. He was considering it as well. Hermione swallowed and took a breath.
"Do you...want to?" she asked timidly, playing with the hem of her skirt apprehensively.
Draco looked over at her, but his eyes were on her shoulder.
"If you want to," he replied, his eyes shifting over to the king sized bed.
He closed the fridge and slowly approached her.
"I don't want you to feel forced into anything. I mean...Just because it's here, doesn't mean we have to use it."
Hermione smiled and closed the small gap between them by wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him softly. He wrapped his arms around her waist and deepened the kiss, running his tongue along the roof of her mouth, causing her to whimper. Hermione felt Draco's large hands running up and down her back and even through the thin fabric of her white blouse, the friction was driving her crazy. Suddenly, Hermione was lifted off of her feet and placed gingerly on the bed. She opened her eyes when Draco's lips separated from hers to see that he was straddling her. She put her hands in between them and started to unclasp his belt buckle. He stopped her, grabbing her wrist lightly.
"Are you sure you want to?" he asked, gazing into her eyes for any trace of doubt.
Hermione had none. She nodded, knowing that she was ready. She loved Draco, more than anything. She knew that she trusted him enough and that he loved her too. It couldn't have been more perfect. That had always been her rule: She couldn't just let anyone take her virginity, it had to be someone she was in love with. And Draco was that someone.
"I'm positive." she whispered, resting her hand on his cheek.
He bent down and began placing soft kisses along her neck and collar bone, making her whimper and moan. She heard the sound of a zipper and then felt her skirt being tugged down. The feeling that it sent through her when it skimmed over her bare thighs made her sigh out loud. Draco realized this and ran his fingers slowly up her left thigh, causing her to whimper. He nibbled gently on her ear lobe, and made a pattern out of nibbling and then licking softly. It was driving Hermione absolutely crazy. She gasped when she felt Draco's hand slip into her knickers - a light shade of blue this time - and then he stopped, pulling his hand back out.
"Am I doing something wrong?" he asked, obviously thinking that her gasp wasn't one of pleasure.
"No! No, of course not!" Hermione said, shaking her head quickly. "You're perfect, it's perfect!" she nodded hastily, wanting him to continue.
Draco nodded and then began kissing her neck and collar bone again, his hand slipping inside her underwear once more. Hermione closed her eyes and leaned her head back on the pillow as Draco's index finger rubbed her sensitive button. She moaned loudly when she felt his fingers tease her opening. He took that as a sign to continue so he slipped one finger in, making her buck her hips up involuntarily. Draco inserted another finger and slowly began pumping in and out of her, making her moan louder than he'd ever heard her make any sort of noise. He was growing harder and harder by the second. Every time she moaned, every time she clutched at his arm, every time she whispered,
"Ohh, yes, Draco!"
It was all he could do not to explode into his pants. He reached up and somehow managed to unbutton her blouse with one hand and push it aside, staring at her flat stomach and her perky breasts. He leaned down and placed more kisses on her sensitive flesh and then he began leaving light red marks along the rim of her bra on the exposed part of her breasts, making her breathing so erratic, that for a moment they both thought she was going to have a heart attack. Then he pulled her knickers off and pushed his own down before positioning himself at her opening. He looked Hermione in the eyes and she nodded her approval. Then, he slowly pushed himself into her.
Hermione arched her back in pain as Draco invaded her. It hurt worse than she could ever imagine. She bit her lip to keep from crying out.
"Are you alright?" Draco asked once he was all the way in, letting Hermione adjust.
Hermione nodded and waited until the pain was almost completely gone before telling him to continue. He nodded and slowly began to move in and out of her, restraining himself from going too fast. The last thing he wanted to do was cause her any pain.
"A little faster." Hermione nodded breathlessly after the slowness had just gotten annoying.
Draco obeyed and sped up a little bit, groaning as he felt her, hot and wet, all around him. When she started moaning softly, Draco took that as a sign to go faster and when he did, she nearly screamed with the feeling that coursed through her. Eventually, all gentleness was forgotten and Draco was pounding into Hermione with everything he had in him.
And finally, Hermione hit her peak with a loud cry and Draco went right after she convulsed around him. He collapsed on top of her and for five minutes, they laid there breathlessly before Draco got the energy to roll off of her and lay next to her. Hermione's eyes were closed, her chest moving up and down slowly, and for a moment, Draco thought she'd fallen asleep. But after he made that assumption she turned to him and nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck and wrapped her arm around him, all with her eyes closed.
Hermione sighed contently as Draco's scent clogged her senses and made it even more impossible to form a coherent thought. She could hear the gentle beat of his heart and smiled softly, drawing invisible circles on his chest. She felt closer to him now than she ever had, as if this was some sort of right of passage or something to open a new door for them. She felt more in love than ever before. It wasn't long before she drifted off into a deep sleep.
And there it is. Draco and Hermione's first time. I tried to make it as realistic as possible, without making it sound too smutty and raunchy. Comments?