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Chapter 6 - Draco or Ron




The next morning was Sunday, and Hermione was surprised that she could even fall asleep again after the long slumber the previous night. Then again she never got quite how many hours she had been asleep. She opened her eyes greeting the soft morning with a wide stretch, arching her back from the bed. Her feet flipped over the side of the bed, and she hoisted herself onto the velvet carpet on the floor.

Hermione's dress billowed behind her as she made her way over to the bathroom to take a well needed bath. She sighed, running her fingers through her hair, and fluffing it up a bit. A large yawn overcame her as she entered, and Draco was by the sink brushing his teeth, in only his black silk boxers.

She had not seen him since the day before, and she stopped rigid with a tiny gasp at his presence. He stopped also, and spit the toothpaste out looking back at her. Hermione couldn’t help, but looked at his exposure to her. What girl wouldn’t look at his sexy physique if they had the perfect chance? So Hermione seized it while she had the opportunity.

“Morning.” He said simply. Not seeming to notice her stare. She ogled the perfectly built muscles of his arms, perfect for holding her close to his chest. Just at the thought her eyes shifted to that aspect of his. The chest was even more desirable than his arms.

Draco watched her lick her lips desirably. He shuddered and wondered what else that tongue of hers could do. Just the thought made his blood flow to the nether regions, and he tried to suppress his moan by biting his tongue harshly. This couldn’t happen right now.

But why not she seems to well want to, and I most certainly want to. Its Sunday morning, so no classes, and barely any duties. Why can’t we?

Because you idiot! Don't you think it's a little soon to be having sex with her! I thought you're plan was to take it slow! It seems Draco also had problems with the two argueing voices in his head.

Hermione walked toward him gracefully, and tilted her head upward to look into his handsome face. “Draco?” She breathed. The sound of his name coming from those rosy lips shocked him even more now, especially at this close range.

Go for it buddy! She's asking, begging, for it! The other voice seemed to have no comment.

He felt soft fingers caress his chest and then lead to his forearms, pushing them to wrap around her waist as she held them there. Hermione let go, and he squeezed her close.

“Hermione?” He said back knowing she wanted to hear him speaking her name in this way also. She looked back up at him, and leaned close. As they watched each other lean in their hearts raced with exhilaration and the lip lock became final. Hermione kissed back, leaning upward on the balls of her feet, tasting the mint fresh toothpaste on his breath.

His hands groped lower and lifted her off the floor slightly from the leverage of her bum. Her cue to wrap her legs around him enthusiastically. Hermione worried she was too much weight for him to carry, until he started to walk backwards toward his own bedroom.

So shocked she broke the kiss, and looked at him. “I’m just bring-” He was about to assure, but her lips stopped him.

“Stop talking.” She ordered bossily.

“As you wish.” He said not even thinking about resisting her kisses. He pulled her closer to the door fumbling for the knob. When he found it he turned it hastily, and entered the room. He eased her onto the bed softly, and looked down at her. An angel couldn’t have been more beautiful.

“Are you sure?” He asked in a whisper.

“Yes.” And with that she pulled on the back of his neck and their lips crashed together once more. His hands touched the curves on each side of her waist. Light touches were planted on her body, and Hermione tingled with excitement. He kissed her lightly also trying to remember everything. He knew he would never forget her. Never ever.

The light caresses were becoming tense for Hermione. She couldn’t wait much longer for him to undress her, touch her bare skin, and make love to her.

“Draco please.” He had reduced her to pleading. “It’s not like it’s my first time.” She reminded him. He looked into her lust filled eyes and smiled.

“Yes this is the first time Hermione.” He disagreed with her. “It’s our first time, and I want it to be special. What about you?” Hermione kissed him softly and said,

“Thank you Draco.” As she looked into those eyes she noticed the tint was different, much lighter, like the sky. She knew what this color was. Not lust or loathing, but love. Then inhaling a breath she told him three small words that meant everything.

“I love you.” Draco’s smile widened, and now went ear to ear.

“I love you, too.” Then he kissed her with a passion that was indescribable, and it seemed to seal their promise to each other.

His hand made his way to lift up her dress. Draco felt so lightheaded, and happy. This was no ordinary happening. This was not just regular sex with a random girl that threw herself at him. He wouldn’t just be having sex with a girl; he would be making love to his true love.

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Hermione rolled over in her sleep, and sighed. That was the best dream I have ever had. She thought over the magical scene in her mind, and again sighed. She cuddled up to the large pillow to her side. The pillow was rather hard and.... muscular? She opened her eyes, and saw someone’s chest not two inches away. She gulped, and backed away to stare into the male’s face.

“It was... real?” She whispered. Staring into his face, his eyes were closed, and she could see a lopsided grin on his face. He looked like he was still sleeping, and she scanned his body, looking down at her own realizing she was still nude. Hermione propped herself up on an elbow, and nuzzled his neck, placing light, affectionate kisses in every place she could.

His arm wrapped lazily around her waist, and he pulled her closer, kissing her head sweetly.

“What time is it?” Draco moaned, and Hermione looked at him. She kissed his cheek, and answered:

“Time for us to get up.” Hermione whispered in his ear nibbling it as well.

“What if I don’t want to?” He said pulling her closer hugging her tightly.

“What if I say you have to.”

“Oh, feisty! You know I like them that way.” He said while wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. She slapped his arm and laughed.

“Will you shut it Draco, we should get up. People might wonder where the head boy and girl have been all day.” In response he leaned forward and kissed her nose.

“As you wish.” But he made no move to get off the bed, and lay on his back staring up at the ceiling. Hermione stared at him openly, using her eyes as a scanner to absord every little detail she could. It had been so perfect. Hermione remembered his touch, like fire igniting against her skin. His kisses making her moan as he worshiped her. Nothing had felt more perfect, no even when she was with... Ron?

Hermione sat bolt upright eyes bulging in horror. Oh no, oh no oh no oh no! Not now!

“Shit!” She muttered.

“Did the Gryffindor embodiment of innocence just curse?” Draco asked, surprised.

“No! This is wrong! Stupid stupid stupid!” Hermione cried, hitting her palm against her forehead multiple times.

“Don’t you dare start with that again!” Draco grunted sitting up as well. “You are not going to deny this again.” Draco didn’t demand, but he pleaded. It was her choice whether to come to him, or go back to her old life, and he wanted her to make that decision, because if she made the choice to love him and not care who judged them then he would love her even more.

Hermione flung the covers and stood, looking back at him in a horrified manner. What if Harry and Ron hate me forever? Merlin, Ron! How the hell could I have forgotten? He is head over heals, and I have no such feelings! This is the biggest mistake ever!

“Hermione?” Draco said also getting out of bed. Hermione searched the room and found her gown thrown carelessly next to the edge of the bed. She picked it up, and tried to cover herself suddenly feeling self conscious.

“What are you doing?” He chuckled. “It’s nothing I’ve never seen before.” She ignored him, and slipped the cloth over her head. She looked back at him with sorrow paining her eyes. Draco watched her eyes brim with tears, and one fell down her rosy cheek.

He walked toward her slowly. “What’s wrong love?” He said kissing the salty tears away. He held her shoulders possessively, now moving to her neck, not even bothering to put his own clothes on.

“Get away from me.” Her rough voice whispered. He looked up with the snap of his head, and furrowed his eyebrows. She wiggled out of his grasp, and he let her go reluctantly.

She wiped her tears away harshly, as if telling herself to stop being so stupid. “Ron loves me Malfoy, and I love him.” She said strongly.

Malfoy shook his head in disbelief, “What did you say?”

“I said I love Ron. What went on here means nothing to me. I never loved you. It was all a ploy to get back at you.” And with that she sped towards the door now letting her tears run freely, and placed locking charms on all the doors leading to her room.

Back in Malfoy’s room Draco stood there naked replaying everything that had happened earlier, and what Hermione had just said. It made no sense whatsoever. He thought about the breathy moans she had given him, and remembered the sound of his name on her sweet lips. He had admitted his feelings to her, he had given himself to her, and this time he put himself out fully, not like all the other times.

A great sadness built up in his chest. “Malfoy’s don’t cry.” He whispered, voice cracking. Again his body betrayed him just like it had on the boat only a week ago as a single tear slipped down his pale cheek. Hermione dressed as quickly as she could, and headed to the Gryffindor common room to find her friends.

“Quidditch.” She said to the fat lady.

“Hermione, dear why so glum? I’ve Never seen you this miserable before.” The woman said sweetly. Is it that obvious?

“I’m fine. I um just had a little accident back in my dorm.” The fat lady nodded her head in sympathy, and Hermione was grateful she hadn’t questioned further. The portrait swung open, and she entered.

Hermione glanced at the lion clock atop the mantel of the fireplace. It was 3:54 PM. Hermione took a calming breath, and searched the room for Ron, Harry, or Ginny. Ginny, that’s right, I could talk to Ginny. She’s good at keeping secrets. I hope.She headed toward the girls dorm, but found who she was looking for in the far corner of the room.

Hermione giggled. Ginny was being sandwiched between the wall and Harry’s body, and they were snogging madly. Hermione couldn’t help but remember the fiasco between her and Draco, when she saw Harry nibble Ginny’s ear affectionately. She tried desperately to shake off the tingling feeling and focused. She walked up behind them, and said loudly for the whole room to hear:

“My god you two! Get a room!” Harry turned, and looked at her, cheeks still flushed from kissing, and smiled naughtily.

“Oh I’m sorry Hermione was that too much for your innocent eyes to handle?” His voice was rough and husky. Trust me Potter I’ve seen plenty.

“Ha ha. Now if you two are done, I need to speak with Ginny on a very important matter.” Ginny appeared next to Harry’s large form, and smiled, lips still swollen from their snog.

“All right ‘Mione. Meet me in my dorm.” Hermione smiled gratefully, and walked toward the dorm knowing Ginny just HAD to give Harry a long, juicy goodbye kiss.

She sat on Ginny’s bed contemplating how she would describe her problem, and whether she should tell her who it was with. Her decision stood firmly at what was going to happen the rest of the year, and she sat up, finally happy with her decision. Well on the outside she seemed giddy, and joyful, but if you knew the real Hermione that would not be the case. The red head walked into the room, and smiled happily at her, but Hermione sensed a feeling of annoyance.

Hermione sighed. “Ginny, if you don’t want to talk then you can go back to Harry.” Hermione didn’t want to be a burden.

“No Hermione. It’s fine. It’s just that well, I had a feeling Harry and I were well ready, if you get what I’m saying and you sort of squashed the moment.” Ginny said innocently.

“Oh, I’m sorry, no really you should go back, and er tell Harry! Don’t let me bother you two.” Hermione insisted wondering if she was just being polite, or if she really wanted to go through with this. Ginny looked up into her eyes, and again Hermione felt the urge to close her eyes, and block her view from the emotions flooding her head. She seemed to be drowning in them, and Ginny noticed.

“Hermione, are you okay? You seem different.” Ginny commented cautiously.

“I... I don’t know Gin.” Hermione said.

“Why don’t you explain it to me, and maybe that will help?” She suggested. Hermione looked down at her hands that were resting in her lap, and worked out the plusses and minuses of telling her everything. Hermione didn’t want to tell her everything that had gone on this week, but the emotions were too much, and she wanted to get some off of her heavy shoulders.

“It all started last week. After I snogged Draco.” Ginny coaxed her to continue. “Then that spat between me, Ron, and Harry, but that night I saw Draco again.” Hermione gulped down a large knot in her throat.

“Hermione?” She looked up at Ginny, “Are you calling Malfoy, Draco?” Ginny asked slowly.

“Yes.” Hermione answered appalled that she had not noticed and mentally slapped herself.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay.” Ginny pressed her hand to her forehead as if checking the girl’s temperature.

“I’m not sure.” She said truthfully. “He did something to me Ginny.”

“Did he hurt you?!” Ginny asked suddenly frightened. Hermione looked up realizing how that had sounded.

“No! I’m sorry that came out wrong. He didn’t lay a hand on me without my say so!” Hermione objected. Ginny stepped closer to Hermione and now sat next to her on the bed.

“What do you mean without your say so Hermione? Did you let him touch you?” Hermione pulled her hair over to her left side, and lifted it off her neck to reveal several marks are the side of her it.

“My god Hermione,” Ginny touched her neck, and noticed the bruises were fresh. “These are fresh. How long ago did he kiss you?”

“It went a lot farther then just kissing Gin.” Hermione admitted, not even bothering to look at her.

“You mean you er... shagged him?” Ginny whispered as if she was afraid the walls would hear. Hermione nodded her head ever so slightly.

“My god Hermione he loves you.” Ginny said taking her hands off the poor girls neck, and turned her back to her.

Hermione stood up. “Don’t you think I know that? He said it to me not fifteen minutes ago!” Hermione hissed, suddenly outraged. “How the hell would you know anyway?!”

“Hermione,” Ginny said softly, “I was in no way talking about Malfoy loving you, but thanks for the tidbit. I was referring to my brother.”

She looked down at her feet, suddenly ashamed, and started to cry silently. If someone had told her a week ago that she would be caught in a love triangle between Ron and Draco she would have laughed in their face. Now it was all real, and Hermione could do nothing about it. Her mistakes had been made, but what she wanted to know now is: What were those specific mistakes?

Had it been when she gave herself to Ron or Draco? When she told Ron she loved him or she told Draco she loved him? When she kissed Ron for the first time or kissed Draco for the first time? Draco or Ron?

“Hermione, Ron is not exactly romantic, in fact he has the romantic status to fill the amount of a teaspoon, but he is still my brother, and I’m pretty sure he has a heart as well. I don’t believe he likes to have his heart broken.” Ginny said.

“I’m so sorry Ginny.” Hermione then collapsed on her knees, and sobbed on the edge of the bed. It was too much. Hermione was supposed to be studying her ass off, not sobbing over two boys. She never even planned to date anyone, fall in love with anyone, lose her virginity to anyone.

“Some things don’t go as planned Hermione.” Ginny said, seeming to read her thoughts. Hermione tried to answer her, but all that came out was a gasp and another sob.

Hermione suddenly stood and a wave of anger overcame her. She clenched her fists so tightly her nails dug deep into her palm. “I don’t need your criticism Ginny.” She said through clenched teeth. “You have this perfect little life where you get to shag your wonderful boyfriend, and you get to have the most wonderful friends who actually see it when you are hurt or pained, and you have this wonderful family who absolutely adores your innocence when you are nothing but
innocent!”

“Whoa ‘Mione. Calm down. I didn’t say anything about being perfect or innocent!” Ginny insisted, getting angry herself.

“I don’t care! That’s what everyone thinks! I hate you! I hate Harry! I hate all of you so don’t bother me in the slightest, because you don’t notice me anyway!” Hermione huffed and ran for the door, pulling it open so sharply Ginny almost thought it had come off it’s hinges. Hermione’s footsteps banged against the stairs leading back to the common room, and she bolted toward the portrait.

“Hang on, where’s the fire love?” An arm shot out in front of her path, and she looked into Ron’s eyes. Ginny suddenly appeared at the bottom of the flight behind her, panting.

“Hermione?” Ginny called, but she just kept staring at Ron. Hermione lunged for his neck, and started kissing him. She poured her emotions through that kiss, and it all seemed to wash away for a second, but just a second.

Then after that first second passed, and she felt his lips kiss her back, Hermione again started to weep. Right in the middle of the kiss she let out a loud sob, and Ron looked at her curiously. She squirmed from his reach, and then bolted from the room all eyes watching her as she left.

“Ginny what’s wrong with Hermione?” Harry said walking next to her looking at Ron’s back who was still staring at the portrait hole.

“I’m sorry Harry, but I think you’ll find out soon enough.” Ginny said with a bit of sorrow in her voice.

Draco lay on the bed above the covers staring at the ceiling wondering what had gone wrong. He hadn’t moved from this spot since he had heard the portrait door close. Suddenly he heard the portrait open again, and he knew she was back. He sat up, and listened as he heard her run toward her door. He gulped and decided to go see if she was okay. He got dressed in some baggy pants and shirt, and headed to her door.

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