Love's Horrid Fruit

Hermione

It’s been a month since… the incident. I haven’t spoken a word to anyone about what happened, scared and ashamed of what they would say. To know that I kissed Draco Malfoy and liked it would surely get me sent to the hospital wing, or worse, St. Mungo’s. No one in the Gryffindor tower would understand my reasoning.

I don’t even understand my reasoning.

I keep telling myself that my need for a romantic relationship is the reason why this happened. The only problem is that it didn’t cover my liking of it. I wanted more.

More of Draco Malfoy.

I walked the halls, making sure no child was out after dark. My eyes swept over the corridors of the seventh floor, and they landed on the tapestry of the prancing unicorn. The tapestry hadn’t been there since that night last month…. Curiosity came over me and I pulled the cloth away from the wall, finding the door on the other side. Moving over to it, I pressed my ear to the keyhole and listened.

Nothing.

Then, the door clicked, and it opened.

“You can come in, Granger,” Malfoy’s voice came through the wood, and I obeyed. The room was the same as it had been before, big and black, the fire place roaring with life on the side of the room opposite Draco and his desk. He was still in his uniform, slacks, a dress shirt, a vest, and his robes.

“Coming to spy on me,” he asked, “To make sure I don’t do anything too scary?”

I paused for a moment, trying to think of a response, “I’ve noticed you’ve taken to the library.”

“Yeah, what’s it to you?”

“You spend a lot of time in pre-historic magic…. No one does that.”

“You do.”

I watched him rise from his seat, the movement very smooth. I didn’t know that he noticed me in the library, watching him through the shelves as I tried to do my homework. He and I had been sharing the same lonely section for weeks; him looking through the books, and me doing my homework.

Or at least trying to.

I found it rather hard to concentrate when he was around.

Malfoy moved to stand in front of his desk, “You really never told anyone about… what happened?”

I shook my head, “No.”

“Why?”

I didn’t respond.

“Why wouldn’t you tell? Why keep it a secret? Something like that could have ruined my reputation.”

“Did it ever occur to you that sometimes people don’t purposefully ruin each other?”

Malfoy moved to loom over me, “Why are you trying to protect me?”

“I’m not. I just didn’t see the need to tell everyone in the whole school we kissed.”

Malfoy looked at me, then nodded, “Smart move, Granger. Glad to see you could keep your filthy Mudblood mouth shut for once.”

Glowering at him I responded, “It’s been known to happen.”

Malfoy nodded. He turned away and said, “H-How are you doing on your potions essay?”

“Okay,” I was hesitant, “Why?”

“I um… was just wondering.” He picked up a scroll half covered in ink, “I’m um… having trouble.”

Shock came over me. Was Draco Malfoy, a Slytherin pureblood, asking me, a Muggle born, for help? “What do you want me to do?”

He held out the page and said, “No one in my house is smart enough to help me… c-could you read over it?”

I forced myself to swallow to make sure my mouth wasn’t hanging open. I slowly moved forward and took the parchment from him, “W-what am I looking for?”

“Just… you know suggest things.”

I nodded and a chair appeared in front of the fire place. Malfoy offered it to me and gingerly, I took it. A table with a quill and ink sprang up from the floor. Setting the parchment down, I read his essay, marking suggestions here and there as I went. Malfoy worked at his desk, flipping through massive volumes I had seen in the library, every once in a while, he would mark something down, taking notes, before moving on.

The silence in the room was painful.

I read through Malfoy’s essay quickly. When I finished I moved to give it to him, but ended up running into him instead, dripping his paper. The parchment fluttered to the floor, landing in between us. I gasped as my body pulled away from his, my eyes wide as I looked into his. We stood there for a moment, letting the tension build between us, the pressure feeling like shocks of electricity jumping between our bodies. My stomach tightened and my other parts tightened as well, the want of Draco Malfoy too powerful to put in words.

He reached out and gripped my shoulders, the touch sending the electricity through my body. I gasped, and he pulled me into him, his lips landing on mine. We stood there, kissing each other, touching each other through our clothes. A pressure grew against my pelvic region and I knew what it was. The feeling of it against me instantly moistened my womanhood, the sensation bringing out a moan from me.

I wanted him to touch me.

I wanted him to kiss all of me.

I wanted to feel him inside me.

I wanted him.

He seemed to hear my thoughts, because he moved me to a bed that had appeared behind us, replacing the chair and desk. We both struggled out of our robes, Draco coming back in for a kiss as he moved on top of me. I undid my tie as he worked his way out of his vest. Our kiss broke to allow him to slide the cumbersome material over his head. I managed to remove my die and proceeded to unbutton my shirt. He did the same for his, and we flipped over. I bent down, placing kisses up his neck and on his lips. His hands ran down my back, over my skirt, down my legs, then back up. He cupped me, squeezing my bottom tenderly.

I worked at his pants, managing to get them opened. He brought his hands back up and removed my bra, throwing it onto the floor. Rolling us over, he removed his pants, along with his shoes. I kicked mine off before pulling down my skirt. He helped, kissing up my leg as he pulled my underwear down. His mouth jumped up to me and I gasped as his mouth touched me, his tongue flicking along my cliteris. I moaned and he moved so he was kissing up my stomach, working his way to the skin under my right breast. I could feel him unclothed between my legs.

He entered me as his hands cupped my breasts. I gasped and pushed my hips to him. He came down and took my mouth with his and he pushed himself into me again. My arms were outstretched, gripping the sheets, twisting them. My moans were muffled by his mouth which was probably a good thing, seeing as we didn’t put a silencing spell on the room.

Eventually, he started to pick up speed and I lost myself to him. My moans grew, gaining volume as he pulled his mouth away. I gripped onto him as we both moved with each other, working for our climax.

When we finished, I sat up and felt instantly cold. Looking around, I found myself alone in my bed in the girl’s dormitory in Gryffindor Tower. I sat there for a moment, panting, then turned to look outside, finding the sky a navy blue. The morning was beginning, but thankfully I could still sleep before breakfast. Falling back onto my pillow, I closed my eyes and saw the face of Draco Malfoy. Opening them, I turned on my side, trying to think of something, anything that would allow me to go back to sleep.