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Chapter 1 : Addicted
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She leaned against the wall, letting out a breath that she didn't even know she was holding. She shut her eyes and hot tears rolled down her cheeks. How could this happen? She was a good person, always tried to treat everyone nicely. So... why? She sniffled as the tears kept falling, and it got worse every time she heard certain noises coming from a near by room. She covered her mouth as a new rush of sobs raked through her body. What would she do now?
He was walking down the hall, with her on his mind again, like always. She haunted his thoughts, day and night. He dreamed of her all the time. Always wanting to run his fingers through her beautiful hair, to kiss her soft pink lips, to touch her body. He just imagined how soft her skin would be, how perfect her body would feel against his. She was driving him crazy, and she didn't even know it. It was like he was addicted, and she was his drug. He sometimes watched her, and whenever she caught him looking, she never glared or got mad, she would just give him a small smile. Thinking of her smile, made him smile. He turned the corner and froze. He could hear a girl crying. But, not just any girl, the girl that was always on his mind. He slowly walked up to her, not wanting to scare her. She must have not known that he was there, because her head stayed down, even when he was standing in front of her.
"Granger?" He called quietly. She looked up and his heart ached. Her eyes were red and puffy, her cheeks were tear-stained, and there was so much pain etched in her face. She wiped her cheeks and put on a small, fake smile.
"Hey Malfoy." She couldn't believe he caught her, like this. She always put up a mask when he was around. They were picked as heads this year, and they shared a common room. He did things that proved he had changed, and has been for the better. He still lightly teased her, but jokingly. And lately, she found herself watching him, dreaming about him, even... craving him. But, she would never let it show.
"Is everything alright?" He asked.
"Everything is fine." She lied.
"Hermione..." She cut him off.
"What do you want Malfoy?" She asked with a cracking voice.
"Since when do you care anyways?" She asked, wiping a tear off her face.
"It doesn't matter when, it just matters that I do. Hermione, what happened?" He asked, stepping to her. She sighed and shook her head. Why would he care? Why should she tell him? He would just run off to tell his stupid friends. She cringed, because she knew that was a lie. He had changed for the better. "It's okay, Mione, you can talk to me." She realized that this was indeed true. Ginny and Harry were probably tangled up with each other. And Ron... she sniffled and looked up. She looked into his eyes and felt that she could trust him.
"Why should I?"
"Because you need someone and I'm here." He said and she sighed.
"Ron and I have been dating for a few months." She said, and he nodded, thinking of the exact number of months they were together. Seven. "A few days ago... we - -"
"It's okay, I understand." He said, feeling mad. "Did he... force you?"
"No, I was okay with it. But now, I wish that we didn't do it at all."
"I understand. A lot of people regret their first time."
"Do you?" She asked and he smiled.
"Oh yeah." He said and she smirked. "So, why do you regret it?" He asked and she fell silent. Then it got very quiet, and he heard a soft bang, and another small sob escaped her lips. "Hermione, are you pregnant?" She shook her head no. "Your not crying because you regret your first time... Mione, what's really going on?" He asked and she let out a soft sob. She grabbed his hand and walked him to a door that was a little furthur down the hall, very much noticing the tingling sensation she felt while holding his hand. She opened the door and what Draco saw shocked him. He saw Ron, going at it, literally, with the Gryffindor slag, Lavendar Brown. He quietly shut the door and turned to Hermione, who was at least tewnty feet away from him, and she kept backing away, tears streaming down her face, and her hand was over her mouth. Within a blink, she was running fast, and he started running after her. "Hermione!" He called to her, but she never stopped. She ran out of the entrance doors and into the heavily pouring rain. She finally stopped when she reached the Quidditch field. "Hermione!" He called before stopping right beside her. She was soaked. Her shirt was clinging to her body, her jeans were practically black they were so wet, and her hair was sticking to her face. He assumed he looked the same, since his wet hair was falling into his eyes.
"I thought he loved me." She said and he stepped closer. "How long has this been going on?" He stayed quiet. "I guess I had it coming..." She mumbled.
"What!?" He asked, completly shocked. "What do you mean?"
"She's prettier than me!" She shouted. "I'm not very pretty, I'm not as spontanious... and I'm not as experienced, or... open as she is." She said and he closed the gap between them, and put a hand on her wet face.
"You are, so beautiful. Everything about you is beautiful. Never compare yourself to her. You are better than her."
"Maybe not." She said and tilted her head down.
"What do you mean?"
"Ron and I... just three days ago, and he crawled back to her!" She said and walked away a few feet.
"So he's an arrogant, worthless jackass."
"That's not it." She said.
"Then what?" He asked and she turned to him.
"Lavendar - -"
"Is a whore."
"She's experienced!" Hermione half shouted. "It all points to one thing Draco." She said sadly.
"What's that suppose to mean? That Ron prefers whores over his loving girlfriend?"
"No. It means that... I wasn't good."
"You're an angel! What can you possible mean by that?" He asked, stepping to her.
"I didn't please him! I wasn't any good. I was just... bad." She said and he could tell that she was crying, even if it was raining hard. He wiped her face and caressed her cheek.
"I think your wrong. Just becuase your not a slut, doesn't mean you aren't any good. She's just a trollop. A girl like you, one with self-respect, is much more sexier, and desirable, then a girl like Brown; especially if she soaking wet." He said and she laughed and looked up at him. He leaned down to kiss her, and she stepped a small step back.
"But what if I'm right?"
"I dont believe that." He said and leaned down to kiss her again, and she backed away again. "I'm sorry." He said while stepping back from her.
"No, don't be. It's just, you shouldn't kiss me."
"I might be bad at it." She whispered sadly.
"I don't think thats possible." He said. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to him. He put his opther hand on the side of her face and rubbed his thumb over her cheek. He started leaning in and she closed her eyes. He kissed her gently, and she felt as if she was melting to the ground. He was hoping she would want this like he did, not knowing that she wanted it just as much as him. She started to kiss him back, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He smiled and she did too. He slowly slid his toingue over her bottom lip, and she granted him access. She moaned as his tongue rubbed on hers. He pulled her close and held her tight, and she felt a buzz go through her whole body. It felt as if fireworks were exploding all over her body. She had never been kissed like this before, and she never wanted it to stop.
He moaned as she kissed him with a firey passion and desire. He loved how her hands played in his hair. And he loved when she tugged at it, just a little. He loved the way her body felt pressed to his. Every part of him that she touched made his skin hum. He has never, ever, felt like this with anyone. He, regretfully, ended the kiss and took in a deep breath. He looked at her, and her chest was rising and falling quickly as she tried to catch her breath.
"I have never been kissed like that before." She said.
"I have never felt this way before." He said. "It was unlike anything I've ever experienced."
"I know." She said, and he smiled at her.
"Hermione, you were wrong. You are an amazing kisser." She smiled at him. "You are so... sexy." He said and he studied her. Her wet brown hair stricking to her face and her clinging wet clothes. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. He moved some hair that was stuck to her mouth and tucked it behind her ear.
"Hell yes." He said huskily, and she smiled, but then it faded. "What?"
"I just don't understand why he cheated."
"Temptation and weakness."
"Nine times out of ten, she flirted and tempted him, and he gave in because he was weak." He explained.
"I need a strong guy in my life." She looked him in the eye. "One who can stand by me at my strongest and hold me at my weakest. One who can look me in the eye when I talk, instead of starring at my chest. One who can love me, want me and crave me. And, one who can look at a another girl and think 'Hermione is better than her', or say 'No, I'm in love with Hermione.'" She said and he nodded. "Is that too much to ask for?"
"Then why can't I have it?"
"How?" She asked as a tear ran down her cheek.
"Ask." He said and she looked up at him, searching his eyes.
"You... You want to do all that?" She whispered.
"Let me." He said and another tear fell down her face. He pulled her to him and kissed her with as much love, comfort and passion he could. She melted into him and her knees went weak. He trailed kisses from her mouth to her neck. He lightly bit her shoulder, and she let out a pleased whimper. "Hold on tight." He whisperes in her ear, and she tightly wrapped her arms around him, and they apparated. When their feet hit the ground, he pulled her into another passionate kiss. After a minute of bliss, Hermione ran her hands from his neck, slowly down his chest and stomach. She slowly undid his belt buckle and slowly pulled it out of his jeans, causing him to moan softly. She slid her hands up his stomach, taking his shirt with her. He broke the kiss and pulled his shirt off, his eyes never leaving hers. He placed his hands on her stomach and then removed her shirt. He played with her tank top straps before pulling it off as well. Her body was nicley toned, and he smirked at her bra of choice. It was black and lacey with green stiching. He pulled her close and kissed her gently. He felt her unbutton his jeans, and he pulled back.
"What?" She asked him.
"I don't want to be a rebound." He said. She looked at him, then smiled a small smile.
"I wasn't thinking about it like that. And I'm not thinking of revenge either." She said and looked around, noticing that they were in his bedroom. It was comfy feeling.
"Then what were you thinking?"
"I wasn't." She shrugged, and stepped to him. "I've always thought everything through before. But, I don't want to do that now." She pulled him into a kiss, and he kissed her back, wanting more.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." She said and he kissed her. He lifted her up and carried her to his bed. He gently laid her down then laid beside her, never breaking away. Within a few minutes, they were in the bed, and their clothes were in a pile on the floor. He looked at her body and was breathless.
"You are so beautiful." He said huskily in her ear and it gave her the chills.She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. He leaned his forehead on hers and smiled. "Are you absolutely sure?" She nodded. "Then why are your eyes shut?"
"When Ron and I - -"
"I dont really need the details baby."
"We just went to it. It was a little unpleasant and... kind of fast. And... that was it. Nothing else. I mean it, nothing else." She said and he knew that she had meant, and smirked.
"You can open your eyes." He said and she did. Her eyes met his and he gave her a kiss on the cheek, then trailed down her neck. She looked at his body. His toned muscles (thank you Quidditch), his arms, his chest, the sevy 'v' on his lower stomach...
"Wow." She whispered and he smirked. He looked at her to see her eyes shut again, and smiled.
"You okay?" She nodded.
"Just shocked. I'm fine." He kissed her passionatly, and she kissed back. Soon, he was ontop of her, pushed up on his arms that were on both sides of her head. He then moved one hand and ran it down the right side of her body, giving her the chills. He placed his hand under her knee and pulled it up, and she moved her other knee the same way. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself.
"Hermione... baby?" She looked at him. "Do you wanna stop?" She almost laughed. There was no way this was stopping.
"No." She smiled at him.
"If you want me to, just say so." She nodded, but knew that she wouldn't. He leaned down and kissed her as he slid into her and she gapsed into the kiss. He pulled out of the kiss and looked at her. She smiled at him and pulled him to her, then kissed him passionately. For a few minutes, Draco felt numb. He left her mouth, and kissed on her neck.
"Oh, Draco." She whispered in his ear, and it drove him crazy. For the next two hours they shared pure bliss, then fell asleep in each others arms.
Draco woke up, opened his eyes, to see the place beside him empty. He sat up and looked around. She was gone. He got up and dressed in the clothes from last night, walked out of his room to see her coming out of hers. She stopped when she saw him and blushed.
"Morning." He said, taking a few steps to her.
"Good morning." She walked to him, tucking some hair behind her ear.
"I'm perfect." She said and looked at him. "Sorry you woke up alone. I wake up early, and you were sleeping so peacefully... I just got up, took a shower, got dressed and wrote a letter. Why dont you get a shower? Meet me in my room when your finished?"
"Okay, see you in a bit." He said and kissed her on the cheek. After his shower, he dressed in slighty baggy dark denim jeans, and undershirt with a black short sleeve button up shirt ontop, unbuttoned, and his sneakers. He walked to her room and knocked on the door, thinking 'this is it'.
"Come in." He heard and opened the door.
"Hey, come in." He walked in. "Here, sit." She said and he sat on her bed, across from her. She took in a breath to say something but he stopped her.
"Wait, before you say anything, I have to say something."
"Okay." He grabbed her hand.
"Mione, I think about you all the time. You are in my thoughts and in my dreams, always. I feel like I am drowning in you and I love it. You make me feel, and I want that."
"Draco, may I ask you something?" He nodded. "Last night - -"
"The best, most amazing night of my life."
"You were perfect." She smiled and blushed.
"I wrote Ron a letter." Draco got angry and she knew it. "I wrote him telling him that we are over. I told him I knew he was cheating. I even put where I saw him. And I told him that I was falling for someone else, and that me and him had been falling apart anyways..."
"Good for you."
"Thank you. I also told my parents and Ginny."
"Any word back?"
"Ginny says to 'go for it'."
"Then you should."
"I am... Draco, I'm not in love with you..."
"But I think that I am falling in love with you."
"Good, because I am in love with you, and I want to be the one that you want to be with." He siad and she smiled.
"The guy I was decribing last night... I was talking about you." She said and he kissed her.
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
"Yes." She said and kissed him.
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