Harry Potter FanFiction - All Aboard the Hogwarts Express

Little Miss Not-So-Innocent

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Hermione stood nervously, not knowing whether the Slytherin was toying with her or not. She just wanted in her pyjamas as quickly as possible. Her cheeks tinged pink, and she dropped her hands to her side, awkwardly. “But I must say,” Malfoy continued as he came to stand directly in front of her, “You’d look better without the towel,” he laughed, as outraged, Hermione smacked him, her hands flailing.
      Malfoy chuckled deeply, and grabbed Hermione’s hands. “Now, now, Granger, violence isn’t the answer,” he grinned, as still holding her wrists, he pinned her against the wall, holding her arms above her head whilst his other arm propped him against the wall so he was leaning over Hermione, his face mere inches from hers.
      “It is when you treat me like you so all the other girls in this school,” Hermione pointed out. “I don’t appreciate being objectified,” she remarked, snidely, even when Malfoy had her in such a compromising position.
      “And how do I treat all the other girls, then?” Malfoy asked, amused. Her adjusted Hermione’s wrists slightly, so he wasn’t holding them quite as tightly.
      “Well for one, they’d all fall for that ridiculous “without the towel” remark... and then you’d have no trouble getting them to jump into bed with you,” Hermione pointed out. Malfoy nodded, reluctantly agreeing with her.
      “But who says I wasn’t just being sarcastic, Granger,” he said, “You were the one to assume I was trying to get you to jump into bed with me-“
      Hermione spluttered, “No I wasn’t it was clear what you were sugg-“
      Now Malfoy cut her off, “Well if you’re offering, Granger... I wouldn’t mind being the one to pop your cherry, as the expression goes...”
      Hermione wriggled under his grip, being careful not to let her towel fall down. “I have you know I am not a virgin!” Malfoy seemed genuinely surprised at this.
      “You’re not?”
      “No!” Hermione was a little miffed. Why did everyone always assume that the bookworm would be the last one to put out? In fact, she hadn’t even lost it to Ron – she’d been so caught up in her lust for Victor Krum that she hadn’t been hard to convince, back in fourth year. Not that Ron or Harry knew this, she thought to herself, wickedly. She hadn’t even told Ginny, her best friend, that Victor Krum had been the first one to win Hermione – and she wasn’t intending too, either. She wasn’t proud of the fact that she’d lost it so young, but at the same time she couldn’t help but think how impressed Malfoy would be, if he knew that Hermione had lost her virginity at 15 – and to the Bulgarian Quidditch star, no less!

“I have to admit, Granger, I didn’t think Weasley would be brave enough... but good on him, I guess. Pity you couldn’t have gone for someone with a bit more... class... though-“
      Hermione cut him off with a look. “I’ll have you know but I didn’t lose it to Ron, actually. And he’s not as bad as you make him out to be, although he’s not the best shag I’ve ever had...” She trailed off, realising that she’d probably said too much.
      “You’re talking as if you’ve had experience,” Malfoy grinned wickedly. “My, my, Hermione Granger isn’t as innocent as everyone thought,” he said when her blush answered his initial statement. “If I may be so bold... who was the guy you lost it to?” Now it was Hermione’s turn to laugh.
      “No offense Malfoy but if I haven’t told Ginny I hardly think I’ll tell you, do you?”
      He feigned a look of hurt, “But Hermione,” he moaned in a sucking-up voice, just causing the brown-haired witch to giggle. Grovelling suited Malfoy, she thought.
      “I’ll tell you if you earn it. You’ll just have to prove yourself worthy of knowing, first,” Hermione grinned, and Malfoy paused in thought for a moment, before nodding.
      “Fine. You’ve got a deal. I can’t believe this...” he grinned, “Who’d have thought, you of all people, Granger?”
      Hermione shot him daggers with her eyes, and he amended his statement. “Well,” he explained sheepishly. “You’re Hermione Granger, perfect goody-two-shoes wouldn’t hurt a fly!”
      “You’d be forgetting I helped defeat Lord Voldemort,” Hermione pointed out. “Besides you don’t know me that well. If you did, you’d know I’m not as innocent as everyone presumes.”
      “Intriguing,” Malfoy grinned, “Well you can be sure I’ll only corrupt you further,” Malfoy assured her. Hermione grinned.
      “Oh I wouldn’t be so sure of that, Malfoy,” she laughed wickedly.
      A few moments passed, and only then did Hermione and Malfoy noticed how close their bodies had become, the fact that there was only a towel and a thin t-shirt between their skin, and the fact that Malfoy’s hands were still encasing her own. Neither of them moved, instead they looked into each other’s eyes in one of those terribly movie clichéd ways of staring into the other persons soul.
      But that’s really what it was like; it was as if Hermione was seeing Draco Malfoy for the first time, now that his guard was down and he wasn’t trying to pretend to be someone he wasn’t.
     

Malfoy broke the silence, just when it seemed that a kiss would be inevitable. “You’ve got nice eyes, Granger,” he said softly, as he loosened his grip on Hermione, and stepped backwards somewhat sheepishly.
      Hermione looked at the Slytherin boy for a long time before replying, “Thanks. Makes a change not to have you call me a variation of “filthy Mudblood”,” she grinned cheekily, as she started making her way to her room. She paused outside her door and turned to look at Malfoy who was looking at her in a weird way. “Night, Malfoy,” she said as she began to turn the handle.
      “Wait,” Malfoy said, as he jogged to catch up with her before she entered her room. “D’you think we can be friends this year, Hermione?”
      “I think that’s definitely a possibility,” grinned Hermione, “considering I’m already counting you amongst my friends this year,” she admitted.
      The smile that appeared on Malfoy’s face was one similar to a little kids face on Christmas morning, and he said gleefully, “Thank you, it means a lot. Night Hermione.”

Hermione was halfway into her room when she replied, “Night Draco,” but Malfoy heard, and the fact that she’d finally called him by his first name put a smile on Malfoy’s face that lasted the whole night through; from right when his head hit the pillow, until he woke the next morning, sunlight streaming through the window.