Hermione Granger strolled onto the platform with a confident smile on her pretty face. She noticed the stares of appreciation from all the male students and even a few female ones, but she had not yet encountered the cold gray eyes that she was seeking. Her hand brushed through her sleek hairstyle that was so unlike the bushy hair she had had her entire life. She was wearing a short skirt that displayed her long, tan legs and a tank top that molded the curves of her full breasts. She knew she looked hot even without the drooling of her classmates. With a bit of a pout on her lips, she boarded the train, disappointed that she had not seen the one person she most wanted to impress with the new Hermione. She was startled when a hand suddenly grabbed her from one of the empty compartments, pulling her into the darkness and against a hard body.
"Someone grew up this summer," a taunting voice said beside her ear as large hands moved along the curve of her ass.
Hermione slowly smiled, recognizing that voice. She teased, "Malfoy, hasn't anyone told you that it's rude to just grab a girl and then grope her in the dark?"
"I take what I want, Granger. You know that," he reminded huskily before his lips claimed hers.
She never wanted the kiss to end. He tasted like cinnamon and a unique flavor that was just Draco. She could have tasted him for hours, days, weeks, if not for the need to breathe. She released his lips, her hands moving over the body that had filled out so perfectly over the years. Lean and muscular, tall and athletic, he had let his hair grow out until it brushed just above his shoulders, framing a face that was deceptively angelic. The pale blond strands, nearly white in color, were soft as she ran her hands through the hair that had tempted her since he'd come back from the summer after fifth year with his hair grown and no longer slicked back. She felt his lips on her neck, moving her head to give him better access.
"Good girl," he teased before sucking her neck into his mouth, his hand moving underneath her tank top and squeezing her tender breast.
"Yesss," she hissed when she felt his warm palm against her breast. She wanted more, never wanted this moment to end. She had dreamed about Draco kissing her, touching her, wanting her for so many years and now it was finally happening. She forgot that they were enemies, she forgot that he might very well be a follower of Voldemort, she forgot that her best friends hated him and assumed she did as well, she forgot everything except the feel of his lips on hers as he kissed her again.
She didn't protest when she felt his hand slide under her short skirt, nor when she felt his long fingers against her stomach before he ripped her wet knickers from her trembling body. She moaned when he slid those fingers inside her, pumping two into her as he moved his mouth from her lips to her neck and then lower, his tongue teasing her hard nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt. The room was dark, the windows covered and allowing very little light inside. She could make out the shadow of her lover, wished she could see his face and body, her mind easily bringing up his image as she moved against his hand. Her juices were running down her thighs, his hand making a squishing noise with every thrust into her pussy. Her hand tangled in his hair, moving his head against her breast, needing more.
She had been craving Draco Malfoy since she had caught sight of him beside the lake during fourth year. It was one of the only times she'd seen him alone and she'd been about to make some rude remark, as was custom for the two of them, when she'd noticed how the setting sun caused his pale hair to shine in such an attractive way. Her eyes had moved over his profile, liking what they saw. He was already growing taller, his body filling out from years of playing Quidditch, and he had a confident arrogance that she undeniably found attractive. She had leaned against a tree and spent over an hour just looking at him, watching him stare at the lake and think, the usual sneer not on his lips, his eyes still that amazing shade of pale gray that usually gleamed with intelligence, conceit, and any number of emotions that always caught her attention.
She was disappointed when it got dark, watching from her hiding place as he finally stood and dusted off his robes, seeming to sigh before he had turned and walked back to the school. She had given him time to get inside before hurrying after him, not wanting him to know she'd spent so long simply admiring him. From that night on, she had begun to pay more attention to him. Over time, her initial appreciation of his looks had become something far more complicated. After Lucius had been taken to Azkaban, Draco had become quieter and spent more time alone, though he was still the rude Slytherin prat to everyone. It was now the beginning of their seventh year and Hermione had not been sure what to expect from Draco. With Voldemort's defeat a few months ago, everyone was still celebrating and adjusting to life without the constant threat of War, and she wasn't entirely sure what side Draco had fought on. But she did know that he was obviously impressed with her new look and that she wanted nothing more at that moment than for him to slide inside her. As if he were reading her mind, she felt him remove his hand from between her legs and unfasten his pants.
"You're mine, Granger," he snarled before he slid inside her, breaking through her virgin barrier easily, his hands moving behind her ass and lifting her. It didn't hurt nearly as bad as she had expected and soon she was arching down to meet his thrusts. Her mouth found his, tongues dueling, the motion of the moving train adding to the erotic experience. Too soon, she felt herself tightening around him, crying out his name as she came. She hung on to him for support as he continued driving his hardness into her. He growled out her name, "Hermione," before he came. She could feel their mixed juices between her legs, a pleased smile crossing her face as she kissed him. He pulled away from the kiss, whispering, "I love you, Hermione. I've loved you for years. Every time I insulted you, I really wanted to kiss you. I'm never letting you go. I love you so much."
"Me too," she whispered, "I love you, Draco."
Hermione moaned when he kissed her following her words, surprised when she heard him saying, "Damn it, Granger. You're drooling on my new robes!"
Hermione was confused, knowing he was kissing her, not sure how he was able to talk when he was doing such wonderful things with his tongue. Suddenly, she felt something push against her face, brown eyes flashing open as she woke up, looking around in a daze as she realized that it had just been another damn dream. She should have been used to them by now, but this one had seemed somewhat real and she could even remember thinking during the dream. Harry would laugh until he cried if he had any idea that she even thought a lot while dreaming, of course, had he known who she was dreaming about and the nature of the dream, he'd probably have been too surprised to laugh.
"You sleep like the dead," Draco drawled, gray eyes watching the brunette witch wake up.
Oh God, Hermione's eyes widened as she slowly turned her head to look at the person sitting next to her. Shaking her head slightly, she tried to wake up, pushing away thoughts of Harry laughing at her as she evaluated the situation. She couldn't believe she'd fallen asleep, definitely couldn't believe she'd had yet another naughty dream about Draco, and definitely didn't want to accept that she'd been dreaming about shagging the attractive man sitting next to her. Brown eyes glanced down at the plain robe she was wearing over her jeans and T-shirt, no sexy tank top or short skirt in sight. Beneath the jeans, her legs were rather long and a bit tan, but nothing special. She did have nice full breasts, but her tummy wasn't nearly as flat as it had been in the dream and she was more curvy than thin. She also didn't wear shirts as tight as the one in her dream, nor were her skirts ever that short. She ventured a glance back at Draco, her hand nervously moving through her curly brown hair as she said, "Sorry, I guess I was more tired than I realized. Had a difficult time sleeping last night because I was excited about school starting and being Head Girl this term."
"Granger, you're telling me all this like I actually care," he mocked, arching a pale gold brow as his gray eyes flashed with amusement.
"Sorry," she replied somewhat snidely, "I just thought I'd be polite and tell you why I was sleeping so you wouldn't think it was because I found your company boring. Oh, wait, silly me, that must be it. I preferred a nap to listening to you insult me and my friends!"
"Insult is such a negative word, Granger. I merely speak the truth," he smirked, watching her eyes flash with anger and her cheeks flush. Before she could argue, he said, "Must have been some nightmare, what with all the moaning and groaning you were doing."
"Moaning?" she stammered, her anger forgotten as she realized that she must have been making noises during the dream. Oh God, did he know? This was not the way she had hoped to start off her final year at Hogwarts. She had been thrilled to receive the position of Head Girl, and she had to admit that she had not minded at all when she found out that Draco was going to be Head Boy. This would be the first school year that they could all really enjoy, just be students and have fun and be thankful to be alive. Not once during her many musings of how this year would go did she once think about falling asleep and having a naughty dream about Draco while he was sitting beside her.
"Moaning," he repeated with a smirk, "and you drooled on my new robes."
"I drooled on you?" Hermione decided that she would be greatly pleased if she could just disappear right then. As if it wasn't bad enough that she'd been moaning in her sleep, but she'd drooled on Draco. She wished now that she'd gone ahead and sat with her friends in the back of the train instead of sitting in the designated area for the Head Girl and Head Boy. She had only made her choice because of her silly infatuation with Draco and the chance to be around him without anyone else around. Stupidly, she had thought that maybe he'd be nice and they could have a conversation during the ride to school. Instead, he'd sat beside her and proceeded to ignore her, reading some book and pretending as if she wasn't there. That had been a bit different than usual, since Draco usually enjoying arguing with her and insulting her friends and her bloodline. She'd been a bit annoyed to be ignored by him, honestly rather having him call her a know-it-all mudblood than have him dismiss her without hesitation. He'd finally looked up from the book and smirked, insulting her in one way or another and then getting in a few remarks about Harry and Ron, to which she had angrily replied back.
Eventually, though, he had frowned and looked away from her, retreating back to his book. She guessed that was when she'd fallen asleep. And dreamed her naughty dream and drooled on him while moaning. Merlin, this was nearly as humiliating as it would be if he actually knew *what* she had been dreaming about. If he known that, she'd have already been hexed several times for daring dream about a Malfoy loving her and he'd then have used the knowledge that she cared about him to humiliate her for the remainder of the term.
"You feel asleep on my shoulder and drooled all over my new robes," he said somewhat smugly, obviously enjoying her embarrassment. He smirked, "Really, Granger, what would your silly little friends think if they knew you were drooling over me?"
"Ha ha," Hermione rolled her eyes, "even if I was drooling over you, as you so eloquently put it, it's my life not theirs so they couldn't really say anything about it."
"We're at Hogsmeade," Draco said in response as the train slowed to a stop. He stood up, smoothing out his robes and gathering his belongings.
"Finally," Hermione sighed, relieved that he had forgotten the moaning in her dream. She assumed that he planned on using the fact that she had drooled on his shoulder against her for future humiliation, but that was nothing compared to what he would have done if he knew she'd been having a sex dream about him. She got her bag and moved to the door. She looked back, her eyes moving over him as he got his stuff together. He looked even better this year, she decided, reluctantly looking away as she said, "I'll see you later, Malfoy."
Draco glanced up, watching her leave, presumably to find Potty and Weasel. She looked rather smashing after waking from her nap. Her curly brown hair was somewhat more manageable as she grew it longer, the locks brushing the curve of her back, just above the soft swell of her arse. Her hair smelled of apples, some muggle shampoo probably, a rather pleasant scent. When she'd been sleeping, he'd given in to the craving to touch her hair, brushing the soft strands with his fingers before he had traced the lines of her face, his thumb moving along the curve of her lips before he'd moved his hand away, not wanting to wake her. He had wanted to touch her for years, grateful to the opportunity to simply look at her without being observed. When he had heard a soft moan escape her lips, he had to admit that he'd felt a rush of jealousy that was all too familiar in connection with the beautiful mudblood that he'd wanted for so long. He'd almost woken her up deliberately, wanting to end whatever dream was causing such a sexual moan, but then he'd heard her whisper his name.
Shocked, he'd sat back and dealt with that unexpected bit of information. His girl was dreaming about him, dreaming what must be a very good erotic dream judging from the soft moans coming from her pretty lips. When he'd heard her whisper that she loved him, using his first name, and saying it with such sincerity and conviction, he'd felt a moment of panic and fear. He wanted her, had wanted her for years, wanted to possess her and tame her and argue with her and shag her into exhaustion, but he'd never given any thought to love. Love was an unfamiliar emotion to him, not something he had experience with, and he was scared because his first thought upon hearing her soft words had been to kiss her and repeat them. He'd woken her up because he knew they were close to Hogsmeade and he wanted a chance to tease her a bit. He wanted to test his theory and see if she had, indeed, been dreaming about him. Judging by the panicked look in her eyes when she heard him say she was moaning and the way she didn't want to meet his eyes when she was denying that she was drooling over him, he had a good idea his theory was correct.
Now, he just needed to figure out what to do with this newly discovered information. He wanted her and now knew that he could get her, but she wanted love, deserved love. Could he love her? In time, maybe, though he didn't have much faith or belief in that silly emotion. Want, need, desire, lust, respect, even affection, those he understood. Love was a mystery. He left the train and stepped onto the platform, his gray eyes seeking Hermione, as they had done for the last three years. He saw her standing amongst a group of Gryffindors, laughing at something Weasel had said. She looked beautiful, her brown eyes shining with amusement and a smile on her lips. He decided then and there that he was going to have her. In his life, in his arms, in his bed, and in his heart, even if that meant learning how to love and putting up with her stupid friends. He watched her look his way, her eyes softening momentarily before she looked away.
His lips curved into a smirk as he walked towards the carriages, a determined gleam entering his gray eyes as he began to think about how he was going to prove to Hermione that he could love her and deserved to have her in his life. Voldemort was dead, Lucius was dead, and Narcissa was in Paris with a new lover and honestly didn't care if her son loved a pureblood or a muggle-born witch so long as he was happy. Draco had worked with Dumbledore, though no one except Snape knew, because he didn't want to follow in his Father's footsteps, smart enough to know that Voldemort was not worth his support. His strange feelings of respect and lust for Hermione, a mudblood, had certainly helped him make his decision, though he was reluctant to admit that even now.
Draco took a seat in the carriage, ignoring the other occupants as he continued to think about what he had learned on the train. He decided that he was honestly ready to learn how to love if Hermione was the one teaching him. He just hoped that she was also ready to admit how she felt and give him a chance to love her. If not, well, Malfoys were known for being stubborn and never giving up when there was something they really wanted so he'd have just have to convince her that his intentions were sincere and that he had changed. Okay, perhaps change was the wrong word. He was still arrogant, rude, proud to be a Malfoy, really had no particular fondness for muggles, believed that the majority of muggle-born wizards didn't deserve to hold a wand, and disliked most of her friends. But he now found himself willing to admit that he cared about her, wanted her, had desired her for several years, and wanted her to smile at him the way she smiled at her silly friends.
He was also willing to acknowledge that the idea of love terrified him even more than facing Voldemort without a wand. Malfoys did not admit weakness so the very idea that he could even admit to himself that the idea of learning how to love scared him to death was undeniable proof that he was now in a position to admit his growing feelings for Hermione Granger. They were going to be sharing quarters this year because of their positions as Head Girl and Head Boy, which meant they'd be interacting with each other much more closely than in years past. He could use his knowledge of her desire for him to his advantage, he realized, tease her a bit and have some fun while he tried to figure out this love thing worked and convince her that she belonged to him. A slow smile crossed his handsome face as he realized that this was going to be a great year.
Craving
Story Notes:
January 2004