Smirks, Books and, Dirty Looks

Like the Flower pt 1

Draco sat watching Hermione for a while longer before he got up and went to take a shower. The cold water hitting his hot body did nothing to calm his hard on. He hesitated but decided it was best to get it out of the way. Taking his cock in his hand he held the wall and pumped it while thinking about what they had just done. Remembering the sounds that came out of her mouth, the way she had looked in her silky underwear. Her straddling him in that moment he felt like he would completely melt and cum right then and there. Draco took his time, he wanted to make sure she felt safe and not pressured, when she got shy he felt like he was taking advantage of her.

He watched as she put her hand in her panties and played with her slick entrance. Oh how he wanted to be her hand in the moment. To be able to feel her quiver in excitement as he pumped his long fingers in he slit. Feel her insides twitch in pleasure, and have her want more. Enough to be able to push himself inside of her and claim her body as his. The memories and the sensation of him pumping, his movements became faster and faster until they became erratic and he came in the shower. Rinsing off again he quickly got out and looked at himself in the mirror. "You really are a piece of shit aren't you Malfoy."

He mumbled at the reflection looking back at him. He dressed and got a cigarette out from his closet, taking one last glance in Hermione direction, he sighed and closed the door. Walking to the stairs, across the foyer he stepped out and lit his cigarette. The arid smoke filled his lungs, suddenly the weight of what he was about to do hit him. He thought about what to do next and decided to send a Patronus to his mother to alert her of his visit. His dragon was not as bright or fully formed anymore, it never looked the same after the war.

He remembered when he first cast it how bright it had been. The memory he used strangely was the one of him meeting Pansy for the first time. The way she had been one of his first willing friends. He had loads of friends made by his father with means to get his son connected to the cause, but Parkinson had been the one to seek him out first with no interference.

'It was a about 4 years before our first year at Hogwarts. My parents had just decided to take a trip to France to visit old acquaintances. Draco had insisted he wanted to stay at home, but Lucious said he needed to be a good boy and make nice with the other children. That he was going to need the connections later in life. They had arrived at the Zabini manor and Draco saw a dark Italian man approach his father. Draco tugged at his mothers skirt, "Who's that?" Narcissa looked at her heir and chuckled. "He was your fathers friend at Hogwarts, they did almost everything together." She rolled her eyes and smirked.

"His name is Negozi Zabini, he has a little boy around your age but unfortunately he is with his mother in Italy this time around." Draco looked glum, "Who else is here?" Narcissa looked around, "Well it seems the Crabbes, Goyles, Greengrasses, and Notts, amongst others." Draco just nodded. After a while he met Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. They seemed like the kind of people easily manipulated, he could probably make them do anything he wanted without consequence. This must be what his father meant. He began to get bored and as he was outside alone partially annoyed by everyone and everything he heard footsteps approach him. "Hello, I am Pansy Parkinson. You must be Draco Malfoy." She said his name singsong-y.

Draco merely glanced at her and looked away, eyes level not a hint of emotion in them. "Did my father send you then, is that it? Looking to get on the wagon as well are you." He said back almost bored. "I'm sorry?" Pansy looked confused, "Why would your father send me?" Draco chose to ignore her and walked off, he heard her follow him. Quietly she stood a few feet back and he picked up the pace. He walked along the garden and thought, 'what a pitiful view the flowers at the Manor are much prettier.' Stopping abruptly he felt her slam into him.

"Bloody hell witch! You almost knocked me over." He looked back at her with rage. She had toppled over and looked like she was going to cry. "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention." Draco just stared at her and thought she wasn't particularly ugly, she looked to be about his age. 'What was her name again? Pamela? Juliet? No he was sure it started with a P. "You seem to be lost in thought?" Pansy was standing closer, looking at him. "You have beautiful eyes Draco." She mentioned his eyes, that was forward of her. "So?" He sneered.

"So, we should be friends." She stated matter of fact. Draco was dumbfounded. "Pardon? I have pretty eyes and that's why we should be friends?" He scoffed. "What makes you think I Draco Lucious Malfoy, would ever be friends with, with-- what's your name again?" He puffed his chest out and looked down on her. She giggled, "wow, you must not have a lot of friends. Yeah, this is going to be fun we can all be great friends, real ones, not friends just because our fathers want us to make social connections." She looked back at the adults and the way the were all looking at each other made them look like a bunch of snakes.

Each one ready to pounce on the other. Draco looked back a the girl. He never really had a friend, he always just did what was asked of him. "Name?" She sneered. "Parkinson. Pansy, like the flower." He nodded and walked away. He didn't hear her follow him and he stopped. "Well, Pansy, like the flower, you just going to stand there or are you going to come along for the ride?" He didn't look at her and continued to walk. Soon after she ran and gave him a hug as she tumbled them both down into the man made lake a couple feet away. He was angry at first but then, he heard the most ugly thing come out of her mouth. She was laughing, and that made him somehow, happy. '

Draco had one last drag from his cigarette and flicked it. Pansy was once a friend, he didn't know when that stopped being true. The first time he was being taught to conjure a Patronus he for whatever reason could only think of that kind moment. Lucious was proud when his dragon formed and Draco was glad he hadn't messed up. When they were growing up sure they had a bit of fun, he had his first kiss with her but then again what friends didn't. She was the only girl in the group brave enough to want to experiment.

Astoria had been a prude, but Pansy was always available to us when we all wanted to try something new. We treated her the same as we would a sister but somewhere along the way the lines began to blur. She no longer was this little sister, Hogwarts was a whole different beast she grew up and her true nature came out. We were horny teens and didn't want to have the first time be so embarrassing so it was only natural we'd try it out with each other before we tried with anyone else. He turned and walked to the apparition point on the Zabini Manor.

Why did he start to think about all this now? Its not like he was going to kill her, she will still exist if only to make this all one hundred times harder than this needs to be. This was going to be difficult. Breaking things off with Pansy was never a clean break and he just didn't want to deal with this tonight but he had too. Luna is right, Hermione deserves everything and I can give it to her.

'I can do this.' Once I break things off with Pansy, then I can freely love Hermione Jean Granger and her beautiful daughter. I can do this. He reached the point and sighed, with a crack he was gone.