"I thought I asked you to leave."
"What’s *he* doing here?"
Hermione took a deep breath, counting to ten slowly before she looked at Ron. "He’s with me."
"Really, Hermione, if you want to try to make me jealous, you should have at least found someone more believable than Malfoy," Ron snickered, not believing for an instant that his girlfriend had found comfort in the arms of their former enemy. Despite the suspicion that the Slytherin had been infatuated with Hermione during their last year at Hogwarts, Malfoy had a reputation as a playboy, always linked to the most beautiful witches and never appearing with any of them more than once. The idea that he was with Hermione in anything other than a platonic way was just ridiculous. Ron loved Hermione, even if he wasn’t in love with her, but he’d never classify her as being particularly beautiful or sexy.
"Just leave, Ron," Hermione sighed, her good mood diminishing the longer she was around the redhead. "I don’t want to fight."
"Neither do I," Ron spoke up, eyes narrowing as he saw Draco move his hand along Hermione’s back, the blond merely smirking at him and not saying a word. "I wanted to give you a chance to reconsider our break up. Personally, I think it’s been a long time coming, but I know how much you need me so I thought it only fair to let you change your mind."
"You’re even more stupid than I originally thought, Weasley," Draco drawled lazily, having planned to try his best to remain silent during their exchange for fear of giving Hermione a reason to tell him to leave but finding himself unable to be dismissed by that obnoxious prat. He smirked, "And considering my opinion of you is lower than a flubberworm, I think that tells you exactly how I feel about you."
"No one asked you, Malfoy," Ron glared, "you can run along home now. The jealousy thing isn’t working and this is between me and Hermione."
"Anything having to do with Hermione involves me," Draco informed him sharply, his hand moving around the brunette’s waist as he made his claim known. He watched the confusion flicker on the redhead’s face and nearly laughed when Ron finally realized this wasn’t an act. Oh, revenge was indeed sweet, he realized as he watched the wizard’s face turn as red as his hair.
"You slut!" Ron sneered as he saw the way Hermione leaned into Draco, as if she trusted him and welcomed his touch.
Before Ron could say anything else, a wand was pressing against his chin, "You will never speak to her that way again."
"What are you going to do, Malfoy, hex me?" Ron taunted, "I know you’ve wanted her for years but, really, she‘s an awful fuck."
"You never deserved to even breathe the same air as her," Draco said lowly, his eyes glittering with rage as he resisted the urge to, indeed, hex the bastard that had the only thing he’d ever truly wanted and treated her so horribly. The only thing keeping him from doing something immature and stupid was the knowledge that Ron had lost her and he was the lucky bastard that had her now. His lips curled into a knowing smile as he decided exactly how to get Ron back for his treatment of Hermione.
"Enough," Hermione exclaimed as she stared in surprise from one to the other. She ran a hand through her hair as she tried to figure out what she should do, wanting to send Ron somewhere really cold since he hated the cold and then take Draco to her bed for a few days of snuggling and shagging. Her eyes widened at the realization that only a few hours after finding Ron in bed with some bimbo she no longer cared at all and could only think about spending more time with Draco.
"You should know that she’s frigid and uptight and would only have an orgasm if she’s reading a book," Ron snorted, delighting in the way Hermione’s eyes flashed with hurt. He did love her, but he was reeling from the knowledge that she’d run off to find Malfoy instead of wallowing in hurt and unhappiness at discovering his affairs. He hadn’t intended for her to find out quite like that, but he was actually relieved he no longer had to pretend that he was in love with Hermione.
He had tried, for years he had tried, but she found his touch disgusting and never did more than lay in bed and let him do whatever he wanted, never participating or having any kind of favorable reaction. Sure, he should have broken up with her years ago, but he liked having her around and found it comfortable to stay with her. Besides, it had been expected for them to be together and he hadn’t wanted to disappoint his family or their friends.
After she’d left in tears earlier, he’d realized that he’d acted like a jerk, yelling at her instead of accepting the blame for his actions, and he had intended to apologize and see if she could at least forgive even if she couldn’t forget. But when he’d seen Malfoy with her, he’d lashed out again and he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. He knew she would hate him for what he said and that there was no way she’d forgive him for this, but it was bloody Malfoy!
"Really?" Draco arched a brow and smiled wickedly. The prat had just given him a perfect opening, and he wasn’t about to ignore the opportunity. He took a step back and moved his hand along Hermione’s arm, "I just don’t think you knew how to touch her, Weasel. She‘s a Goddess and you‘re nothing."
Ron had his hand on his wand instantly, preparing to hex the arrogant prat.
"Accio wand," Draco said casually, taking Ron’s wand and smiling smugly before saying, "Silencio. I think it’s time for you to shut up and see what exactly you’ve lost, Weasley, and I’m just the man to show you because I’m the lucky bastard that she has decided to give herself to and I’m definitely in a mood to gloat."
"Draco, what are you doing?" Hermione asked suspiciously, a bit amused at seeing Ron bested by the Slytherin but curious as to what he had planned.
"Do you trust me?" he asked quietly as his eyes met hers, holding his breath as he waited for the answer.
She gave the question serious thought, knowing that they had never been friends but they had stopped being enemies years ago. With a nod, she said sincerely, "Yes, I trust you."
He smiled at her words, leaning forward and brushing his lips against hers gently, those words meaning as much as a declaration of love. Pulling back, he winked as a devilish smile crossed his full lips. Facing Ron, he said a spell that forced the wizard to sit down and remain immobile, knowing the bastard wouldn’t let the silencio stop him from making his feelings known. He watched as the silent Ron was pulled towards a chair and magically bound in a perfect position to watch what he had planned. "You are a bigger prat than I ever imagined, Weasley. How could you cheat on her? She’s so beautiful."
Draco moved behind Hermione, his hand brushing through her thick brown hair, "Her hair is so soft and such a beautiful shade of brown. It looks amazing spread out on my pillow. Her eyes are lovely, the depths darkening to golden honey when she’s consumed with desire, able to see your soul whenever she focuses on you. Her nose," his finger moved along her nose, "is cute as a button. I love the scattering of freckles right beneath her ear here," his lips brushed the spot, waiting for a moment to see if she stopped him. Instead, she moaned softly and moved her head to give him better access. "Her lips are full and pouty and tempt you to kiss them," his lips moved against hers, slowly kissing her, teasing her with his tongue before deepening the kiss.
Hermione knew she should stop Draco, having an idea what he had planned and finding it oddly arousing to have him talking about her in such a way in front of the man that hurt her by cheating and lying. She was surprised by the intensity in Draco’s eyes, knowing he had enjoyed their shag and seemed to be interested in spending more time with her but the way he was looking at her and talking about her caused her to realize that he wanted more. When she met his gaze, she saw her future. That kept her from stopping him, wanting to feel desired and cherished and loved.
Draco released her mouth, kissing her nose before looking back at Ron. He was thrilled to see the redhead’s face flushed and his eyes narrowed as he glared at them. Why hadn’t he used silencio on Weasley years ago? It made him far more likable. With a wicked smile, he continued, "Her neck is graceful and elegant," his tongue ran along the column of her neck. "Her breasts, Merlin, her breasts are unbelievable." His hands moved beneath her shirt to squeeze the full globes, impatiently pulling her shirt over her head, eyes darkening as he saw that she had not put her bra back on following their earlier activities.
"They’re so full and absolutely perfect," Draco said softly as he moved his hands over them, caressing them gently. His fingers moved along her nipples, "Her nipples are so sensitive. They harden whenever I look at her. She moans every time my tongue moves over the pretty pink nubs. Don’t you just love the sounds she makes when you’re buried inside her? Oh, wait, she never made them for you. Well, I can tell you from experience that she’s very vocal, expressing her pleasure with moans and whimpers. And I love the soft cry she makes when she comes. I got to hear it several times this evening and I hope I’m fortunate enough to hear it every night for the rest of my life."
Hermione looked at him, unable to conceal her shock at his words. She thought maybe he was saying it merely to make Ron annoyed, but his eyes were looking at her and showing a slight vulnerability that he was trying to conceal. She smiled tenderly before leaning forward and kissing him, her hand moving over his face before tangling in his hair. The kiss deepened, his hands tightening their hold on her breasts, her body moving back against his and feeling the hardness pressing against her back. Her hand moved into his robe, unfastening it, grateful that he’d not bothered to dress as her fingers moved over his flat stomach before gripping his erection.
Draco moaned softly as she began to stroke him, reluctantly releasing her lips and resting his chin on her shoulder. His eyes found Weasley, narrowing slightly as he wished that he’d just sent the redhead off somewhere instead of starting this payback because he really wanted nothing more than to sink deep inside his girl and shag her rotten. Of course, he smiled slightly, having an audience wouldn’t bother him as long as she was enjoying herself. He moved his hands from her breasts, "She has a gorgeous body. All soft and curvy and voluptuous. I love that she’s ticklish when you touch her stomach right here," Draco smiled when Hermione bit her lip and giggled when he touched her lower abdomen.
He unfastened her skirt and let it fall, knowing her knickers were laying on the floor of his bedroom. Brushing through the russet curls, he could feel the wetness between her lips. "She tastes incredible. So sweet and delectable. I love feasting on her intoxicating cream, watching her face as she comes against my mouth and hands. She’s so passionate, so responsive. She gets wet just listening to me talk, her juices flowing as her face flushes with arousal. Her legs are long and I love having them wrapped around my waist as she rides my cock."
"Draco," Hermione whimpered as his fingers moved inside her wet pussy, his thumb teasing her clit. She was leaning against him, her hand still tangled in his hair as her other hand continued to stroke his cock. She looked at him, forgetting Ron as their eyes met, not caring about whatever game Draco was playing, her voice husky and needy as she said, "Please."
"You’re so beautiful," he whispered as he moved her to face him, his hands moving behind her to grip her firm arse, lifting her and sliding her down onto his cock. She was holding him, her eyes rolling as he entered her, a throaty moan greeting his ears as she sunk onto him. He moved them against the wall, his lips moving over her neck and breasts, licking the dried release covering her body, sucking her nipples as he move inside her. She wasn’t quiet, moaning as he fucked her, her mouth moving over his face and neck, sucking his flesh and nibbling it as she met his thrusts.
Hermione couldn’t believe she was shagging Draco against the wall in front of her former lover, finding it somewhat exciting, if a bit awkward, to have Ron watching them. She hadn’t given him much thought since Draco had started touching her, but she caught a glimpse of him as Draco pushed her against the wall. She looked away, not wanting to think about him or the past. Catching Draco’s lips, she kissed him as they moved together, her ankles locked together above his arse. It didn’t take long for her to feel the tension snap, an orgasm spreading throughout her body as she came hard. She cried out his name as her body convulsed, tightening around his cock, her nails digging into his back through his robe. He entered half a dozen times before he sunk deep, groaning as he came, his seed spilling inside her.
He kissed her as they both calmed down, reluctant to pull out of her. Looking into her eyes, he smiled gently before sliding out of her. She stood before him, looking thoroughly debauched, her hair messy and falling around her flushed face, a sated smile on her lips, her eyes shining with awareness and desire. Draco looked at Weasley, sneering slightly before he removed the spells and freed the wizard, a bit surprised that he wasn’t ranting or threatening now that the silencio was removed. Draco tossed the redhead his wand, having to ask, "Do you see what you lost, Weasley? This is the last time you’re ever going to see her like this because she’s mine and I won’t be stupid enough to take her for granted or cheat on her or ever let her go."
Hermione picked up a small paperweight, pointing her wand at it and muttering, "Portus," before looking at Ron. Her expression softened as she met his eyes, seeing the knowledge in them, knowing that he understood now how wrong they had been together. She was grateful that he was not cursing them now that he had his wand, embarrassed that she got so carried away from Draco‘s touch that she shagged right in front of Ron, but she didn‘t have any regrets.
He had seen that she was moving on, that she‘d found someone that made her feel desirable and alive and beautiful. She spoke before he could say anything, "Thank you, Ron. If I hadn’t caught you tonight, I’d have never risked changing things by breaking up with you. We have a chance to be happy now and I wish you luck in finding someone that makes you as happy as Draco makes me." She tossed him the portkey, watching him catch it before he disappeared. She smiled sheepishly as she caught Draco’s curious gaze, "I sent him to Antarctica. He hates snow."
"Hermione! How very Slytherin of you," Draco smiled smugly, "I’m so proud."
"You’re a horrible influence," she told him primly before admitting, "I kinda like it."
"I don’t think he’ll be declaring you frigid again, love," Draco smirked slightly, remembering the stunned look in Weasley’s eyes when they’d remembered he was there watching.
"Merlin, I can‘t believe we just did that! I can‘t believe *I* just did that!" Hermione laughed softly, her face turning red, "I’ll never be able to see him again without remembering we shagged right in front of him."
"Yes, well, I’m not overly fond of the idea of Weasley watching and will admit things went a bit further than I originally planned," Draco moved his hand over her cheek, "but you seem to have that affect on me, Hermione. Make me forget everything but having you, touching you, tasting you."
"You have that affect on me, too," she smiled softly as she brushed a lock of hair from his forehead.
"I’m glad. You know what? I think we could both use a shower," Draco decided as he swept her into his arms, "and then I plan to make love to you until you’re too exhausted to move."
Hermione kissed him, caressing his face as she sighed happily, "I think I like that plan."
*the end*