Wicked Deception

Wicked Deception

Chapter One

Hermione had just come out of the shower when she heard the doorbell ring.

"Now, who could that be?" she murmured to herself. She started to towel herself off and wring the water from her hair but the bell rang again, more insistently. "Oooh! I wonder how long they've been waiting."

She hurriedly reached for the nearest robe and slipped it on, not noticing its flimsy, almost sheer material. Her hair fell from her head in wet tendrils and dampened the shoulders of her robe. The doorbell rang again and the impatience of the visitor calling was apparent as the bell rang long and several times over.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," Hermione muttered. "What could possibly be so important?"

A cold draft blew in the house as Hermione opened the door. It chilled her but she wondered if it was the demeanour of the man standing before her that exuded the coldness and not the cold weather outside.

"Granger, it's about bloody time!" came a familiar drawl from the person at the door.

"Draco! I wasn't expecting anyone. You caught me ..." started Hermione.

"It's quite apparent what I caught you at. I'm here to see Potter. We've got work to discuss," interrupted Malfoy rudely.

"Harry hasn't come home from work yet, Malfoy," Hermione retorted, her tone turning disdainful. She always seemed to get frustrated quickly whenever she spoke with Draco Malfoy. His haughtiness incensed her despite her best efforts to ignore his remarks. "Why don't you come back tomorrow?"

"No, I'll wait," he replied as he sidled into the house between herself and the door.

She sighed, exasperated, and resignedly closed the door behind him.

As she turned towards him again he suddenly caught both her wrists in his hands, moved them above her head and pinned her against the wall.

"Malfoy, just what do you think you're doing? Let me go!" Hermione cried out.

Draco swiftly moved his body against hers to keep her against the wall and looked down at her. He moved his left hand so that he could hold both her wrists together against the wall and freed his right hand. He moved a finger towards her left ear and gently brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear. She flinched and tried to squirm her way out of Malfoy's grasp. He brusquely raised Hermione's arms higher which made her stand almost on tiptoe and prevented her trying to escape again.

She looked up at him and her stomach churned as she felt fear disturbingly mixed with excitement at the look in Draco's eyes. She was stunned at the thought of how tall and strong he had become. He had filled out in his chest and arms after they had finished school and he stood about the same height as Harry, who had grown about a foot taller than her. His hair hung loosely, framing his face, and his eyes were a startling shade of silver. On his head snowflakes melted in the warmth of the room and his cheekbones held a touch of colour from the cold. Hermione had never been close enough to Malfoy to notice his striking features and regretted looking into his eyes. Her heart thumped in her chest as he stared unflinchingly into her own eyes. She turned her head from his gaze.

"Quit playing around Draco. Harry will be home any minute..." she hissed.

He remained silent but moved his finger from her ear to trace a line down her neck to the neckline of her robe as his eyes followed its path. She glanced down and noticed for the first time that she was inappropriately dressed to have answered the door. She closed her eyes again and privately cringed with irritation at her predicament.

As his finger moved along her neck she could feel the cold of Malfoy's leather glove against her body, still warm from the shower. Unbidden, shivers raced over her body and down her arms and legs at his touch.

Draco pressed closer to Hermione as his finger traced the V of her neckline. A waft of spice and cinnamon hit her as he moved and caused her to nearly swoon. She squirmed again to get away.

At this, Malfoy moved hard against her and as he pressed his lips softly to her ear his hand moved the material of her robe to expose her right breast. His thumb grazed lightly across her nipple, and with his soft breath in her ear her knees weakened. She whispered breathlessly, "Draco... stop."

"Beg me to stop," he whispered. His words in her ear caused her to tilt her head towards him.

"N-no," she stammered. She felt light-headed and she might have collapsed if Draco weren't supporting her weight with his body and arms.

"You don't want to beg me? Or you don't want me to stop?" Malfoy whispered again. Hermione could imagine a smile played on his lips as he nuzzled her ear.

Renewed chills coursed over her body at these questions and her stomach twisted into a knot. She knew this was all wrong but Draco had managed in that short period of time to assail quite a few of her pleasure spots. At this point her body did not want Malfoy to stop and she was quickly losing control. Her head tilted back against the wall in a gesture of both resignation and frustration.

Before she could answer him, Draco fervently set his mouth on hers. As he kissed her lips his free hand slid in under her robe behind to the small of her back pulling her hips closer to him. He parted her lips with his tongue and ran it lightly along her teeth. Against her better judgment she felt herself give in and she exhaled a soft sigh into Malfoy's mouth.

As suddenly as Malfoy had pinned her to the wall he now stepped back from her and released her wrists. She nearly tumbled forward as he let her go but shockingly he looked cool and collected as if nothing had happened. Just then Hermione heard footsteps crunching on the snow outside the door and a key fit into the lock. She hurriedly gathered her robe around her and tied it at her waist as Harry stepped in the door.

"Love, so sorry I'm late. I got talking to Ron at work and lost track of time. Draco, you beat me home. Have you been waiting long?" Harry was a blur of activity and chatter as he pecked Hermione lightly on the cheek and took off his gloves, hat, coat and boots.

"Granger has me bored stiff waiting for you. She hasn't even as much as offered me something to drink," drawled Malfoy coolly. He glanced at his watch as if he had someplace else to be.

Hermione was shocked that Draco appeared so calm and watched Harry with unseeing eyes as he bustled about. She, on the other hand, felt light-headed and she panted slightly with the rapid beating of her heart.

"Hermione! You're not dressed yet? Our reservation is in half an hour," Harry remarked on her appearance. "If you hurry, we can still make it if we apparate."

He smiled at her warmly, squeezed her hand and headed off to the den down the hall.

Hermione slowly turned up the stairs in a daze to follow Harry's instruction but looked back briefly as Harry disappeared down the hall. He was already speaking animatedly to Draco.

Malfoy had not followed him into the den however but watched Hermione as she glanced at him. He gave her a slow, expressionless wink then turned down the hallway to follow Harry.

Hermione stood there wondering what had just happened.

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