Snow Storm - D.M , H.G

4. Birthday surprises

They were only a little more than two weeks into the term, and already he'd gotten quite hooked on abusing Hermione's skinny little body in as many ways as possible. She loved it as much as he did, from what he could tell, and he didn't have any intention of stopping. Today was a Saturday, and he'd half expected to spend the afternoon finding new surfaces to soil with their indiscretions, but she'd never returned from lunch. He had no idea where she was, but then again, it wasn't as though she answered to him. They shagged, often, and passionately, but they weren't a couple. He wasn't even sure they were friends. They were colleagues and sexual partners, and that was all.

In his boredom, he resorted to doing his homework. He usually finished it off on Sundays, but today he had nothing better to do than to get it out of the way. He ate on dorm, as usual, and was still taking bites of his supper between sentences in his final essay of the weekend when the door opened at long last.

Hermione had been enjoying her leisure time with Draco, and she didn't see herself getting bored of it any time soon. Her friends had questioned her a bit about why she never came around, and she excused herself with homework, and Head Girl duties. She could tell they were disappointed, but they accepted it as the truth. She'd always been known to put a lot of time into her school work, why would this year be any different? But oh, it was very different. She was getting her homework done, but she didn't spend nearly as much time on it as she did previous years. She was having so much fun, she'd nearly forgotten it was her birthday. Nearly. Her friends made sure to remind her, they got her to come back to the Gryffindor common room with them after lunch, before bombarding her with a surprise birthday party. It was sweet, and thoughtful, but she was hoping to get back to her room for her after lunch dose. It looked like that wouldn't be happening any time soon. Perhaps she needed to just start carrying it with her.

She tried to have fun, which was a little difficult to do when she had other places she would rather be. She'd tried to sneak away a time or two, but they were watching her like a hawk, and they always had a reason to keep her back. The party wasn't over yet, and she was the guest of honor. There were presents, and games, and even a cake. They'd probably spent some time planning it, and she felt bad that she was so eager to get out of there. When they finally released her, she left, toting several gifts back with her. She was eager to get into her stash, maybe she'd do a little extra since she'd waited so long. She struggled to get into the dorm, her arms full of gifts, but managed to get the door open, having not thought to float the items in her distress. She stepped inside, dropping the load on the floor, and saw Draco sitting there, likely waiting for her. She gave him a quick smile, attempting to slip past and go straight to her room.

Draco turned to look at her, and was surprised to see her so heavily laden with what looked to be gifts. "Is it your birthday?" he guessed, wondering how he didn't already know. Then again, why would he have ever known when her birthday was? But she didn't appear to be sticking around after dumping her loot on the floor. He stood and leaned against the back of the desk chair he'd been seated in. "And here I was starting to think you'd found a new bloke to use." He magicked the stock into a pile on the coffee table for now. After all, she'd been using him since night one.

Hermione nodded and slowed to a stop near her door, since he seemed to want to talk. She hadn't expected him to know it was her birthday. Hell, she'd nearly forgotten herself. "Well, I have been thinking about mixing it up a bit lately, you know." she warned him, but continued on her mission to get her next fix. She was teasing, of course, though given her current state the words came out a bit harsh. She didn't think she would find anyone who would abuse her quite like he did, nor did she think she'd be bored of him any time soon. Though she couldn't deny she'd been using him, she was almost certain it was mutual. She couldn't see them as a couple, or one day getting married. She wasn't looking for that right now, anyways.