Twist of Fate

He led me to my doom. His grey eyes entranced me. I was helpless.

"Why do you love doing this to me?" I asked breathlessly.

"Because...I love you, Hermione," Draco whispered in my ear.

"What?" I asked, stunned.

He let me say no more. His finger was pressed ever so gently against my lips. His lips were everywhere. They were on my neck, my jaw, my lips, my cheek, my ear. He traveled from place to place, all over my face.

"Handy...little...room...isn't it?" I said, trying to make conversation.

"Yes...what is it called? The Room of Requirement?" Draco said, pausing.

I nodded. Draco had taken me here immediately after I had told him about it. The room was so cliché. A huge, soft bed was pushed up against the back wall. Candles lit the entire room, the flames like tiny dancers, making shadows prance along the wall. The sweet scent of flowers wafted gently around us. Draco reached behind me and turned the lock.

"Don't you think...wait." Hermione tried to find the right words.

My attempts were feeble. He unclasped my robes. They fell to the floor, gathering by my feet in a dark, silky puddle. He skillfully unbuttoned my blouse, pulling it off my shoulders and flinging it to the side. The air was pleasantly warm. I felt my face grow hot as I realized he was examining my chest. Soon enough, he had reached back and unclasped my bra. His hands caressed my exposed breasts, rubbing between and around them. I let a moan of pleasure escape my lips. How could I not?

He was walking backwards towards the bed. His hands were around my waist, and he pulled me with him. He stopped right at the edge of the bed. His hands went to the back of my waist, and he unzipped my skirt. It fell to the floor. I was almost completely naked. He stopped for a moment, as if giving me a moment to take it all in. I found myself pulling my own knickers down. The urge was too great. He had me all wound up.

Draco smiled. "You're beautiful," he whispered.

I felt my face grow warm. I reached forward, unclasping his robes, undoing his tie, and unbuttoning his shirt. I let him do the rest.

"Starting to fall for me?" he said, laughing.

"Maybe," I whispered.

He laughed again, and his hands found their way to my waist. I, however, walked away. I walked around the side of the bed and crawled in. Again, he laughed.

"You like it nice and proper."

I stared at him, feeling slightly uncomfortable. "I've never actually...done this before."

I had expected to see his face drop, but instead he smiled.

"Don't worry."

That was all he said to me. He walked over and crawled next to me. He smiled and stared at me. I laughed and rolled on top of him.

"Is that what you wanted?" I asked.

He nodded. For while, we just lay there, staring into each other's eyes.

After a while, I was moaning loudly. Our bodies were one. I gripped his arms, trying to emotionally stay in one piece. Together, we tumbled into bliss.

Together. What a strange word to describe Draco Malfoy and me. Together. I never would have thought of it. Never. That night, I had no excuse. I wasn't wasted away. I was perfectly sober. I wasn't lonely. I had Ron for affection, and Harry for company. I never would have guessed that my first time would have been with Draco Malfoy, a boy I used to loathe deeply.

Nothing ever happened after that. We continued our seventh year without a single kiss. The only thing I could hold onto was the love we made. Only one thing was for sure.

I would never forget Draco Malfoy.