If You Were Mine

Good Girl

Her head spun, she couldn't think straight, she was still in shock. She could feel the dampness between her thighs and all the embarrassment she had felt before the bliss, came crashing back down over her. The first man to bring her to orgasm was Draco fucking Malfoy! She couldn't believe it. What would Ginny say? What would Ron think? If Ron was angry before he would be murderous now.

She closed her eyes and she could still feel Draco's touch. She shook the thoughts away, wishing she knew Occlumency so she could hide away the memories where no one would find them, not even her.

She picked up the rune and turned it over in her hands. He was quite useful at times, this was a very nifty charm she thought smiling, still impressed. She grabbed her wand and an old necklace, she magically fastened the rune to her necklace and wore it around her neck. Now she could just lift it to her lips should she wish to call him. The urge to test it right now was overwhelming, but Draco was likely being punished by Lucius or being tortured with Occlumency at that moment. He would be unable to return for a while she realised.

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That night she slept and dreamt of Draco, his hands running across her skin, his lips pressed on hers. She moaned and wriggled in bed, pleasure from her dream waking her with a startle, her own hand was between her thighs, she had been touching herself. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, continuing to play with herself, breathing heavily. She imagined he was touching her.

'Perfection,' Draco spoke and she could have sworn he wasn't just in her head. She sat up and that's when she saw him... stood in her doorway, watching her. His eyes fully black and a smile painted across his face.

All the blood drained out of Hermione and she felt dizzy.

'What... what are you doing here?' she asked, sitting up, rubbing her eyes.

'You called me,' he smirked.

'I did?' she asked mortified. She fingered the rune around her neck. Oh Merlin! She must have done it in her sleep. 'I didn't mean to...'

Draco bit his lip and looked like he was going to laugh at her. Her cheeks prickled pink and she wanted to disappear.

'What have you been up to?' he asked, knowing exactly what she had been doing before he came. Hermione crawled off her bed.

'Go down stairs and I'll join you in two minutes,' she said, trying to push him out of the door. She didn't trust herself with him in her bedroom. Draco eyed her suspiciously and refused to move an inch.

'We'd have a lot more fun up here,' he said pushing her backwards. He walked past her and sat at the foot of her bed. He leaned back on his elbows and licked his canines, watching her. He looked at her as if he was hungry. 'Come sit with me?'

'We have more pressing issues Draco! That little matter of your impending incarceration!' she reminded him. Hermione did her best not to roll her eyes.

'Help me enjoy myself while I'm still a free man,' he said tapping the bed next to him.

'You aren't going to Azkaban Draco, I'll make sure of it,' she told him adamantly.

'As much as I admire your determination... the odds of me getting off Scott free are zero to nothing... the odds of you getting me off right now; are a lot higher! I like those odds,' he said and this time she rolled her eyes.

'You're wrong on both counts!' she said smugly. He huffed and dragged himself from the bed and stalked towards her. 'Stop looking at me like that!' she said, folding her arms. He stepped closer. His sweet kind eyes vanished to a hard cold expression, for some unspeakable reason this turned her on even more. Her cheeks felt hot and she couldn't meet his eyes. He cupped her chin, forcing her to look at him. She felt a twinge in her lower abdomen. 'I've been thinking, there isn't much else I can do for you, except maybe...' she paused. 'I could give an exclusive interview, tell the Prophet everything I told the New Order!'