A/N: Thanks to dracosgem for beta reading this chapter. :)
Warning: There are s c e n e s o f a s e x u a l n a t u r e , s t r o n g l a n g u a g e and lots of s e x u a l i n n u e n d o e s in this chapter. Don't like it, don't read it.
In Chapter Thirteen:
”I would never do anything you don't want to do. You know that, right?”
He lifted Hermione's chin with his finger to look into her eyes, and she believed him. The only problem was that if he had any suggestions in the near future, however raunchy they may be, she might very well say yes.
The safe house was full of Order members.
While preparing to join Draco for breakfast downstairs, Hermione exited the bathroom and spied Kingley Shacklebolt lounging in the sitting area. He was reading the Daily Prophet with a deep frown on his face. As she descended to the second floor, she greeted Mr. Weasley, who quickly waved his hand before closing the door to one of the sitting rooms behind him. On the last flight of stairs she passed Tonks, who was focused on levitating her large and heavy-looking bag upstairs. Moody stood in the foyer, his magical eye spinning wildly as he scanned his surroundings. Hermione could hear Molly Weasley and Hestia Jones discussing the former's plan for lunch in the kitchen. She also heard raucous laughter coming from the living room. She recognised Hagrid's voice, and...was that Charlie Weasley?
Peeking into the living room she saw that it was, indeed, the Weasley brother she’d thought it was. He and Hagrid were undoubtedly having a conversation about dragons. Charlie spotted her in the doorway and grinned widely.
“Well, if it isn't my favourite bookworm! You look great, Hermione,” he complimented. “How have you been?”
“I've been good, thanks,” she replied dazedly. “You...you're not in Romania.”
“And you're as smart as ever,” Charlie winked.
Hermione blushed. Of course she knew that he wasn't in Romania – he was in the same room as her! It had just been a surprise to see him after such a long time. What was he doing in the safe house, anyways? What were all of the numerous Order members doing there?
“There you are, Hermione,” Lupin’s voice rang out behind her, effectively breaking her train of thought. “Can I see you for a moment?”
“Uh, sure... I'll talk to you later, Charlie!”
She followed Lupin to a small sitting room and, to her surprise, Draco was also there. He gave her an anxious smile as he stood there with his arms folded across his chest, clearly waiting for something.
“You must be wondering what this is all about,” Lupin said. “I'm sure you've noticed that the house is getting quite crowded. We are actually having some trouble finding rooms for all the people here, and some that are joining us later.”
“Can't you just expand the house some more?”
“We would, but there’s only so much we can do. Some smaller changes can be made, but this particular house has reached its limit. We've been trying to come up with alternative options – this is where you come in,” he nodded towards Hermione. “I really wouldn't ask this if it wasn't absolutely necessary, but Minerva is arriving later today and I would hate to make her sleep on the sofa.”
“Of course,” she agreed with a smile. “What can I do to help?”
Lupin glanced towards Draco. “Well... It seems that you have been spending quite a lot of time in this young man's room already. Would you mind terribly if I asked you to move into his room and give yours to Professor McGonagall? Draco says he's fine with the idea.”
She looked at the blond in surprise, her heart suddenly beating a bit faster. He wanted her to stay with him, after only a week – eight days to be precise – of dating? Sure, she had slept in his bed every single night since they'd gotten together, but this was different. Staying in the same room officially would be almost like living together. If Draco was ready to take that big a step, then so was she.
The boy had been watching her face closely to see her reaction, and he relaxed visibly as she broke into a smile.
“Yes, of course I can do that,” she confirmed. “I don't mind at all!”
“Thank you,” Lupin sighed. “Of course we will make some adjustments to make the transition more comfortable for you.”
“That's nice of you,” Hermione replied absently - she was distracted by the way Draco's eyes sparkled as he looked at her. He wore a huge grin on his face and strolled towards her, leaning down to give her a quick kiss.
“Go get breakfast, honey,” he told her. “I already ate. I'll go upstairs with Lupin and we'll get everything ready in the room. I'll see you in a bit.”
“Okay,” she smiled. “See you.”
She followed the two men out of the room but headed towards the dining room instead of the stairwell. She filled her plate, prepared a cup of tea, and sat down next to Ginny. The redhead grinned at her friend's dazed expression.
“You're moving in with him, aren't you?”
Hermione looked at the girl with wide eyes, her mouth hanging open from the surprisingly accurate assumption. “How...how did you know?”
“Well, I thought you might be at that point in your relationship,” Ginny teased.
Hermione gave her a scathing look and she chuckled. “I’m just kidding, Hermione! There's actually a bunk bed in my room now and Tonks will be staying with me – I figured it’d make sense to put the two of you in the same room as well.”
“Oh,” the brunette uttered.
“Are you talking about me?” Tonks enquired. She had just walked through the door and joined the girls at the breakfast table.
“We were, actually,” Ginny replied, smiling at the older witch. “And you owe me three galleons.”
“Aw, they're moving in together after all?” Tonks grumbled. “I should have known you’d have inside information.”
“Excuse me, but have you two been making bets about my living quarters?” Hermione questioned in astonishment.
“Just a bit,” Ginny grinned. “It was so obvious that you'd bunk up with him, I just couldn't resist taking her money.”
The brunette shook her head in disapproval. “That wasn't very nice of you.”
Accepting the money Tonks offered her, the redhead rolled her eyes – signaling the end of the conversation. The trio chatted about other things for a while. Their talk wasn't very long, though, for soon after Hermione was done with her breakfast, she started glancing at the clock and the door longingly. Ginny quickly got tired of her friend's shuffling.
“Oh, for heaven's sake, just go find him already,” she urged impatiently.
“Sorry,” the brunette apologized. “I'll talk to you guys later, I promise.”
She put her plate and cup away and hurried up the stairs. Once she got to her room, she went straight to packing. She placed her opened bags on the bed and levitated her belongings inside them in neat piles. It didn't take her long to get everything done.
Taking one last look at the room to make sure it was nice and tidy, she nodded in contentment and grabbed her things. Glad to have gotten everything in her hands at once, she made her way to Draco's room.
It hadn't gotten any bigger, she noticed right away. Everything looked just the same as before. The table and the chair were on the right, the bed was against the back wall and the closet right next to it. There was a small nightstand alongside the bed. On the left side wall there was the mirror, and right next to it...there was a door that hadn't been there before.
Hermione frowned. What door was that? Putting her bags down, determined to find out what was going on, she closed the distance and took hold of the handle. With one swift movement she opened the door...and froze in shock at the sight before her.
Apparently the door led to a bathroom, and it wasn't empty – Draco was standing under the shower butt naked. He was obviously in the middle of soaping himself. His back was to her and he looked divine. Her mouth fell open as she took in the glorious view. The broad shoulders, the well defined back, the tight arse, and foam all over... Her breathing was quickly becoming ragged.
As if in slow motion, Draco turned his head to look at her, a questioning look on his face. He didn't seem embarrassed in the least. Hermione, instead, blushed furiously.
“I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were... Uh... I'll just go now,” she mumbled, quickly closing the door behind her.
She sat down on the bed, feeling absolutely mortified. How could she have known he was taking a shower? The water hadn't been running, and she hadn't even known they had a bathroom! Not to mention, the door hadn't been locked, either. It was totally not her fault.
Suddenly the image of Draco came rushing back to her, and the question about who was to blame was completely forgotten. Of course she’d known he looked good, but Merlin...seeing that killer body covered in foam was so much better than anything she could have ever imagined. If she had imagined him naked, that is, which she certainly had not. Nevertheless, she had to admit that she found him ridiculously appealing - even more so than before. Draco was unbelievably hot. Draco, her boyfriend, was unbelievably hot.
Speak of the devil... Hermione flinched as the bathroom door opened and the man in question stepped out, a towel wrapped around his hips. His wet hair was a mess and there were droplets of waters on his upper body. He looked utterly delicious and she blushed again as he sat down next to her.
“There's no need to be embarrassed, honey. You're going to see me sooner or later,” he reasoned. “Now you've seen most of it, so there's really nothing to be nervous about anymore. Come to think of it,” a sly smile spread on his face, “I could show you the rest right now, get it over with...”
“Oh, no!” the brunette covered her eyes firmly. “That's really not necessary, I didn't even want to see what I just saw!”
Draco frowned. “You didn't want to see me naked?”
“That's not what I meant,” Hermione huffed, letting her hands fall reflexively. When she noticed Draco’s hands were ready to throw his towel open, she put her hands back on her eyes again, quick as lightning. “Could you please cover yourself!”
“Oh,” he mumbled, realizing the position of his hands. He quickly fixed the problem. “Sorry. I'm decent now.”
“Are you sure?” she queried from behind her hands.
“Yes, I'm sure,” Draco rolled his eyes.
Taking a small peek at first to make sure he was telling the truth, Hermione then proceeded to put her hands down in her lap and take a deep breath.
“What I meant to say was that I didn't mean to walk in on you. I didn't know you were taking a shower. I didn't even know we had a bathroom, for that matter.”
“Well, we do,” he shrugged. “Lupin told you he was going to make some adjustments.”
“I didn't know he was talking about a bathroom,” she defended herself. “Anyways, I'm sorry about what happened.”
“Are you really? Did I look that bad?” Draco quirked a brow.
The brunette felt her cheeks flaming yet again. “I didn't...look that closely,” she lied, rather unconvincingly.
“Oh, you didn't, did you?” he grinned wickedly. “Then why are you blushing so adorably, my dear peeper?”
“Okay, I looked,” Hermione confessed and buried her head in her knees. “And I really liked it.”
“That's what I thought,” the blond patted the girl's back approvingly. “If you don't mind, I think I'll get dressed now. Wouldn't want to tempt you any further.”
“Thanks,” she replied weakly. “Lock the door this time, will you?”
The rest of the day went by without any more incidents. Hermione was grateful that Draco didn't bring up the shower fiasco, either. But, as succesful as she was in keeping her thoughts elsewhere during the day, his naked body was all she could think about when they went to sleep that evening. Her hormones were so going to get her in trouble.
* * *
The following evening it was Draco's turn to feel the effect of hormones.
He and Hermione were getting ready to go to sleep. The blond was actually done with his evening routines and felt quite tired as he lay in the bed, waiting for his girlfriend. But when the girl emerged from the bathroom, he forgot all about his previous weariness. He almost forgot his name at the sight of her tank top and especially her teeny weeny hotpants. As she set her bag of toiletries on the table, he could see her butt cheeks peeking innocently from under the fabric. He gulped audibly.
If he'd been dared to squeeze her butt that very moment, he'd have done it in a heartbeat. Hell, he'd have done it without a dare if he hadn't been afraid of scaring her away!
Hermione turned to walk to the bed, and Draco watched her with widened eyes. He could have sworn her hips were swaying seductively. His thoughts took a dangerous path when she bent over to lift her covers before tucking herself in, and he caught a glimpse of cleavage. After only a few moments of torturing himself with naughty images, he groaned, turned to lie on his stomach and buried his head in his pillow.
“Draco, what are you doing? Are you alright?” Hermione asked worriedly.
“I'm fine,” came the muffled reply. “Don't get me wrong, baby. I really like what you're wearing, but... It's kind of giving me a hard time.”
“Again?” she cried out in astonishment. “That's all you do nowadays!”
“Well, what am I supposed to do when you're prancing around in those skimpy little clothes, looking so hot?”
The girl huffed. “It's all Ginny's fault. She tampered with my underwear and nighties a while ago.”
“She did?” Draco asked, lifting his head from the pillow in surprise. “Remind me to thank her.”
“Whatever,” Hermione muttered, rolling her eyes. “Anyways, I guess I'm just not used to that kind of reaction. It still feels so weird.”
“You must have dated a bunch of idiots before me,” he observed and turned towards her, propping his head up on his arm.
“Maybe I have,” she agreed, “but I must admit that it hasn't been all roses with you, either. You're being so hard on me all the time.”
The boy lifted one sardonic eyebrow as she started to giggle at her joke. The one he'd heard quite a few times already... Sighing, he shook his head to himself and wrapped his arms around the brunette.
“One of these days I'll show you just how hard I can be on you,” he promised.
“I believe you,” Hermione murmured, making herself comfortable in the embrace. “I believe you.”
* * *
It was That Day.
From the moment she opened her eyes in the morning, she knew. The way Draco was looking at her told her everything she needed to know. The gentle smile as he caressed her cheek lightly, the look on his face that promised he'd wait patiently until she was ready. There was nothing sexual about it, but boy, it turned her on. Big time. He would be so good to her, how could she possibly say no anymore? Not that he'd ever asked her to do anything, but still. All she needed was the teeniest bit of persuasion and she'd give all of herself to him.
All throughout the day, Hermione could feel her self-control snapping bit by bit. With each little touch or look from Draco, she became more impatient and desperate to learn just how hard he could be on her. When they went to breakfast and he had his hand on her lower back, there were butterflies in her stomach. When they played wizard's chess before lunch and he watched her with sly calculation on his face, it totally messed up both her brain and her game. His thigh accidentally brushed against hers under the table during dinner, and her heartbeat accelerated noticeably. That was nothing compared to how thoroughly flustered she was in the evening, though, when he lead her upstairs to their room with his arm casually swung around her shoulders.
Preparing herself for bed, Hermione knew she had to resort to using heavier weapons in order to get the kind of attention she wanted from Draco. Since he had enjoyed her revealing nighties so much the previous night, she figured it was time to raise the stakes. She deliberately chose the most risqué nightgown she had. Normally she wouldn't have even dreamed of wearing anything that sexy, but looking into the bathroom mirror, she knew it was exactly what she needed. She was already so horny that the piece of clothing fit her state of mind perfectly.
After one last look in the mirror, she stepped into the bedroom. She could tell right away that her plan was working. The hungry look Draco regarded her with pleased her immensely.
”C'mere, baby,” he called in a low voice.
She let him guide her to sit down in his lap, straddling him. Looking into his eyes, she felt her breath hitch in her throat. Could he possibly lust for her as much as his eyes suggested he did? She felt so giddy and lightheaded that she could have fallen down, but luckily he had a strong hold of her.
He then freed one of his hands from her back to bring her face closer to his. He gave her a long, sensual kiss that lingered on her lips and made her head spin. The feeling might also have been due to sitting in his lap, so close to him. Draco broke the kiss and moved fluidly, attacking Hermione's neck. She inhaled sharply and had to close her eyes to keep them from rolling back in her head. It was sheer ecstasy.
The blond wanted her, that much was certain, but as randy as he seemed to be it was also clear that he was very much in control. He wouldn't touch her the way she wanted him to unless she asked for it.
She moaned in both delight and frustration as Draco found a particularly sensitive spot on her neck. She had absolutely no idea how to voice her desire, and the boy's ministrations were certainly not helping her think straight. Mustering up all the strength she could find, she pushed him away from her and slammed him back on the bed.
”I need...to breathe,” she explained, conveniently out of breath.
Hermione scrambled off of Draco's lap, and soon found herself in a loose spooning position in front of him. Her back was lightly touching his front. She fought to catch her breath for quite a while, and finally succeeded. Sighing contentedly, she moved just a bit closer to the blond, unintentionally brushing him with her bottom in the process. He drew in an abrupt breath and his whole body tensed.
The brunette was suddenly very alert. Was that the trick? All she needed to do to drive him wild was to rub herself against him? In order to test her theory, she moved even closer to him. Her nightgown was hitching up but she didn't care, for the boy's uneven breathing was enough of a reaction to prove her right.
“Merlin, woman, what are you doing to me?” Draco groaned softly.
The hazy lust in his low voice sent shivers down her spine. She didn't think anyone had ever wanted her as much as he did at the moment, and the reality of the situation made her feel dizzy. It was a good thing she was lying down, for her legs would surely have betrayed her if she wasn't. Hell, she wasn't even sure if she was still breathing.
Suddenly his hands were everywhere. On her hips, her thighs, her butt, her neck... Everywhere except for underneath her clothes, which was exactly where she wanted them to be. Why couldn't he just forget about chivalry and take her already?!
“You know, we never got to finish that variable conversation,” he pointed out in a husky voice. “I was wondering if you had an opinion on the subject?”
Did she have an opinion on the subject of sleeping with him? Hell yes!! That was all she had thought about all day. This was also the opening she had been waiting for. Draco had been very careful about not pressuring her, and this was as cooperative as he was going to get. Hermione knew she had to grasp the straw or she would explode.
“Yes,” she gasped and turned towards him, her breathing getting out of control. “Let's do it. Let's see if our variables fit together.”
“Honey, this isn't the time for questions,” she told him firmly. “Just take off your clothes and show me what you can do.”
In order to make her point clear, she pulled off her nightgown without hesitation. Draco's eyes were wide with awe as he looked at her bare chest and finally seemed to understand. He quickly stripped off his pajama pants and boxers, threw them on the floor and reached for his wand that was on the bedside table. He then cast a Silencing Charm on each wall, the floor and the ceiling and performed a Contraceptive Spell on Hermione.
The blond put his wand away, took a deep breath and turned to look at the girl lying under the covers with him. Despite the pretty flush on her face, she seemed calm enough.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he had to ask.
She only nodded for she couldn't find her voice. She reached under the blanket and soon her panties accompanied Draco's clothes on the floor. In every way possible, she was ready for him.
He gave her a tender kiss before cautiously moving to hover above her. She suddenly seemed so fragile – he was afraid of crushing her with his body weight. Sensing his hesitation, Hermione smiled at him reassuringly. She wrapped one arm around his neck, placed the other on his back and pulled him closer.
Slowly, tentatively, they became one.
A/N: Some of you probably saw that coming... It was quite obvious, really :D I hope it wasn't too much for anyone. I didn't want it to be too detailed.
I have just started my university studies, and at the moment I'm a bit afraid of being too tired to write. I'm traveling to the uni city by train, which means I'll have to wake up earlier, and I'll be home later. I'm trying to arrange myself a free day if I can, that would really help. Keep your fingers crossed that everything works out alright. :)
There are only two more chapters left after this, so I'll try my best to get them done in a reasonable time. Keep an eye on the story summary, I leave little notes regarding the progress every now and then!
As always, reviews are very welcome. Don't forget to check out my replies :)
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