The Heart Asks Pleasure First

Chapter 1

Author's Note: Hello and welcome to my story. I'm going to try to be very regular about posting new chapters for this story. I do have a direction and an idea for where this is going. I'm so glad that you're joining me on this adventure. I hope you enjoy.

i do NOT own any characters or places, they are all the property of Queen JK Rowling, long may she reign.

There she was, Hermione Granger. The smartest witch of our age and the strongest woman I knew, save only my mother, crying alone at a table in a back corner of the library. Without a second thought I strode over, covering the distance in moments, and wrapped my arms around her hunched form. She turned and nestled her head into the safety of my shoulder. I ran my hand slowly over the curl of her hair and down her back only to reach up and start again from the top. Her tears came harder as I held her there in our nearly deserted library. We sat there for a long time, the sound of her quiet sobs the only thing that passed between us. She felt small and fragile in my arms which was a complete contradiction to the fierce, strong witch I knew her to be. I pulled her tighter to me and hummed a lullaby my mother had sung me when I was growing up. Gradually her sobs subsided and her breathing evened out. She waited to pull away until I had finished the warm tune.

"I'm sorry."

"No need Granger. Are you alright?" I wiped away a trailing tear from her cheek .

"Yes, I'll be fine." She smiled weakly before turning back to the table full of homework.

I remained there, propped at the edge of my seat and watched her shuffle her parchment uncomfortably. She was making a point to look anywhere but at me so I backed off. Leaning back in the chair I pulled out my books and parchment. We settled into our quiet routine, only speaking to discuss a problem or ask for ink. Though we had sat here much like we were a thousand or more times, this time was different. Our glances kept straying to each other and neither of us was as focused as usual. I tried to ignore her robes brushing against my thigh as she reached across the table for another book, or the smell or her hair as it was wafted in my direction with every turn of her page, but those seemed to me to be the only important things in the world. I read the same sentence, about the proper pronunciation of some spell which I had already forgotten 18 times, all the while counting every breath she took. Just as the tension was becoming too much, she spoke.

"Draco?" She turned to look at me.


We stared for a moment too long. No follow up came out of her mouth, we simply continued to stare, our eyes locked in some sort strange curse. If anyone had walked passed us at that moment what came next probably never would have happened.

I edged towards her in my chair. She met me in the middle, our knees pressing up against the other's chair. My eyes trailed over her face, her hair, her neck. They stopped at her lips. I leaned toward her, lifting my hand to curl deep in her hair. Our lips met and every nerve in my body lit on fire. I wrapped my other arm around her waist. I had imagined countless moments like this in the time that I had known her but none of those fantasies could compare to the real thing. Her smell was my oxygen and I couldn't get enough.

I breathed in deeply and parted her lips with my tongue. The tension in her shoulders released and she sighed, relinquishing control to me. I took it without complaint.

My heart beat faster as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and gripped my hair. Excitedly I trailed kisses to first, one ear then, the other before tracing with my tongue down to her neck. Nibbling and sucking I toured all the places I had dreamed of tasting. She giggled as I pecked my way back up to her full, babydoll lips. She pulled me tight and took back control. Following my example she traced a similar path on me. I moved with her as she explored, testing to see what I liked best. I liked it all. We went on like this for an eternity that lasted only minutes. It all came to a sudden end when Madame Pince's footsteps came marching up the aisle.

"You two, it's curfew. Back to your dormitories."

With a scowl she stalked off back to her perch at the front desk. My face burned with embarrassment and the memory of Hermione's lips. Neither of us spoke. Our eyes locked on our bags as we hurriedly packed. We walked together silently out of the library and down the hallway. At the staircase we went our separate ways, she going up and me going down. I stopped a couple of stairs down and watched her as she made her way back to Gryffindor Tower and those two twats she called her best mates. My heart sank as the realization that I could never tell anyone about this, the best night of my until now boring life, settled over me.

I made my way sadly back to the dungeons and into the common room. As I had expected, there were Crabbe and Goyle. They were watching as Blaise and Theo played a game of Wizard Chess. Ignoring Blaise as he called my name I went straight to our dormitory. Throwing down my bag on the floor at the end of my bed I kicked my four poster. I shouldn't have kissed her, if anyone found out... I pushed that thought quickly out of my head and thought back to those minutes in the library. Nothing was ever going to be the same between the two of us, but what did that mean? My mind went over and over the events of the evening and possible outcomes and scenarios while I got ready for bed. Each scenario was worse then the last until finally I crawled miserably into bed and closed my eyes. The faintest whiff of Hermione's shampoo came off of the hand I had balled in a fist on the pillow beside my face. I was back in her arms. I replayed the events from the library in my mind and drifted off to sleep, leaving all the worry, disappointment and fear in the waking world.

It had been nearly 12 years since that night in the library, yet standing here today watching Hermione crying at her desk in The Department of Magical Law Enforcement I felt 14 all over again. Just as I had done then, without hesitation I took her into my arms and held her. She pushed away from me for a moment, startled by my actions, before relaxing and letting the tears come. I rubbed circles round her back and hummed the same lullaby from so long ago as she let go of the sadness that had overwhelmed her.