Always Mine

CHAPTER 9

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It was Lunas birthday, and everyone agreed to plan a party for her in the Gryffindor common room.

Hermione looked forward to it. Draco raised his eyebrows and looked over his book to see her run around the dorm in a huff.

He stifled a laugh when she stubbed her toe on the coffee table and cried out in pain.

She hopped to her room, and he let out a low laugh at the hilarious sight.

Oh! He was well aware of this so-called birthday party, and he was not thrilled about it.

It would be another reason for Weasley to pressurize her into having sex with him.

Draco heard their many arguments while sitting in his room or common room, and the red-headed man repulsed him.

Hermione did her hair up in a high bun, allowing a few curls to adorn her face.

The dress was a deep red that hugged her figure in the right places.

Deciding that Ron's nagging about having sex was perhaps justified, she convinced herself that tonight she would give him what he so eagerly wanted.

She selected her lingerie with care to match the dress. The bra was red lace with a red lace thong to match.

It was unlike her usual selection of cotton knickers and whatever bra was washed. What she wore was sexy for sure, and Ron would love it.

She felt incredibly nervous. Her head throbbed with uncertainty.

Was this really what she wanted? A certain platinum blonde crept into her mind.

Walking back to her bedroom, she sat on the bed, trying to fasten the tiny buckle of her high heeled shoe.

She got to her feet, twirled in front of the mirror and winked at her reflection in satisfaction.

Closing the door to her room with the present in hand, she turned to leave and crashed into Draco.

Her heel twisted under her, and he grabbed her before she fell on her arse.

Her fingers ran over his toned muscles through the white t-shirt he wore. She felt his muscles tense under her touch.

He kept staring at her. She looked so incredibly sexy. A deep sense of protectiveness grabbed hold of him.

He had not kissed her since Christmas, and he was about done waiting.

Pushing his witch up against the door, Draco kissed her hard. He did not care if she pushed him away. He needed this. He needed her.

Hermione moaned into his mouth as his tongue sought hers.

She held onto him for dear life. It was electrifying being in his arms.

Moving her hands to the side of his hips, she held him to her and let her polished fingernails dig into the corners of his t-shirt.