The Muggle Project

Make Up

"Wow, your room is amazing!" Luna exclaimed as we entered into the Foyer. Her already large eyes widened dramatically as her voice rose a half an octave. "Neville, do you see this?" We now stood in the sitting room, off the foyer.

Neville joined Luna's side and put an arm around her waist. "Man, Hermione, even when you go wrong you get lucky." I felt my face blush as the memory of Draco becoming my partner replayed in my mind.

"Don't be so ridiculous, Neville." I said as I offered them a seat. "Tea, anyone?"

Luna waved her hand. "No, I am fine. Thank you," she said in her airy voice as she began rubbing circles on her stomach. "Evangeline doesn't like tea."

"I'm good, also." Neville said. "Fire whiskey and tea do not mix very well."

I smiled at him and then looked to Draco, awaiting his response. He also turned down my tea offer. Since no one wanted tea I decided not to make any for myself. I took a seat next to Draco and leaned my head against his chest.

"So, that whole Dunbar scene back there at the Leaky Cauldron, care to tell me what she did to make you toss a mug of butterbeer in her face like that?"

"She said...." I paused mid-sentence. "She basically told me that a Mudblood like myself shouldn't be paired up with a pureblood like Draco." I felt my face blush crimson once the words left my mouth. "She thinks she would have and should have been paired up with Draco."

"And you didn't sock it to her?" I shook my head. "Honestly, Hermione, I would've cursed her."

I chuckled, "Yeah, because that totally worked well for Ron when he tried to curse Draco." The laughed quickly left my face as I remembered him. Ron, the first boy I was ever in a real relationship with. The first boy I ever french kissed. The first boy I gave my entire heart to before it was thrown to the ground and stomped all over.

"Hermione, you okay?" Draco asked me.

I cleared my throat and then forced a smile on my face. "I'm fine. Just lost my train of thought, that is all." I pressed my lips to his cheek and then nestled back against his chest.

"I still can't believe she said that to you. She always seemed so sweet." Luna chimed. "Then again, people change when there is something that they want. Good or bad, they still change."

"That they do." Draco agreed, giving my shoulder a squeeze before pressing his lips to the top of my head.

"Are you two going to ever be friends again?" Luna proceeded to ask.

I glanced up at her, my head not leaving Draco's chest. Were we ever going to be friends again? If I were to be honest with myself I would have to say, at this moment nothing was for certain. Would I forgive her for the nasty words she said to me, of course. Would I forget it ever happened? Now that was a definite no. Could I ever allow us to be friends after she stopped being a awful person towards me....

"I don't know, Luna. I do know this, though, you know how Draco used to be towards me. Some of the things he did were way worse than Faye's actions and I forgave him."

In the next second Draco rose to his feet and left the room. I jumped slightly when I heard the bedroom door slam.

"Wow, would you look at the time, Hermione. We should get back to our rooms." Neville rushed as he gathered to his feet. "Luna," Neville said as he extended and arm towards him.

The couple thanked me and hurried to the elevators. The moment I heard the ding of them closing I turned and headed for the bedroom. When I opened the door Draco was sitting on the edge of the bed, his face cradled in his hands.

"Draco?" I whispered as I closed the bedroom door behind me.

I saw his body twitch as if his instinct was to look up but he forced himself not to.

"Draco, what is wrong with you. Why did you leave?"

I saw his shoulders rise and fall dramatically as he took several deep breaths. When he rose up from the bed his face was reddened and the expression he wore startled me.

"You look angry." I breathed, placing my hands at my waist.

"You have a keen eye for observation, Hermione." His voice was sharp and he spoke my name with such rage.

"What is wrong with you? Just a moment ago we were having a nice chat and then you just leave. Not to mention you slamming the doors. And what is with the attitude, seriously Draco, I'd really like to know."

He scoffed, rubbing his chin with his long fingers as he began pacing. "You'd like to know." He muttered.

"Yes, Draco , I would really like to know. Now spit it out."

"This thing between us, it has to stop. I can't go on like this." He finally spat out.

I felt my heart drop when my ears caught his words. He wanted to break up with me. This meant only one thing, Draco didn't love me. Faye was right.

I stood, stiff as a board, trembling as I did everything I could to hold in my tears to keep from crying. I couldn't let him see how bad this had hurt me. I had too much pride.

Taking a deep breath I said, "Faye was right. It would never work between us because of the socialite problems that would occur. She was right and I was an idiot." My voice shook terribly as I spoke. Even I could hear the tears in my voice that refused to show on my face.

"You are an i***t, Hermione," he shouted. "Look at us!" His lips pressed into a hardline as he stared daggers at me. " You were so pathetically dimwitted to forgive me so easily." Then his expression darkened frighteningly. "If I were to suddenly turn on you, how would you protect yourself."

I felt myself shrink from fear. "Y-y-you wouldn't do that to me, you love me."

"And you are willing to bet that on your life?" He threatened. "What if I was to kill you, right here, right now?" He screamed in my face.

Then the dam broke and tears began to pour out before I could have the chance to stop them. I could feel the heat in my face as the blush that normally accompanied my tears arrived.

"Stop crying." Draco said to me. But my tears continued to fall, if not harder than they had been. Suddenly he was in my face, pressing against me so my back was forced against the wall. "Stop. Crying," he repeated again.

"Get away from me!" I sobbed as I tried to push him out of my face.

"STOP CRYING!" He screamed in my face.

This time I stopped crying but I think it had more to do with my tears and sobs being frightened away. I stared, my eyes narrowed, into the grey eyes that belonged to Draco. I didn't dare break eye contact with him as I didn't want him to think he intimidated me. I was never afraid of Draco before and I wasn't about to be now.

"Get the hell away from me Draco." I did all that I could to make my voice seem fierce and threatening.

He clutched my jaw with his large hand, pressing slightly on the sides. It wasn't painful but I didn't like it. He slowly leaned his face towards mine until I was able to feel the warmth of his breath on my face. "Good, you hate me." His eyes searched my face and for the first time, from the rage I saw pain. "This is how it should be, remember that." Then, unexpectedly his pressed his lips to my forehead and released me, moving towards the window where he leaned, his forehead resting on his forearm.

"Draco," I sniffled, wiping tears from my eyes. "Please tell me what is wrong. Please." I begged.

Without turning to look at me or adjusting his stance he spoke, "I don't deserve you, Hermione. All those years I treated you so horribly, I can't make up for that."

I crossed the room to stand by him and placed my hand at his shoulder. "Draco, that is the past. If everyone was judged off who they were in their past we would be living in a horrible world."

"I don't deserve you," he replied, his voice empty.

This sounded funny coming from a boy who had everything in the past when he deserved non of it. I didn't dare speak it.

"You didn't deserve me," I began. "The boy you used to be didn't deserve me and he didn't get me. The man you are today, he does and that is why he has my heart." He didn't budge or even acknowledge me.

With all the strength I could get I spun him around so he faced me. Then I cradled his face in my hands and lifted his head so I could see into his eyes.

"Draco, I love you," I said to him in a fierce voice. "I love all of you."

He began to cry, his body shaking as his sobs grew. It made my heart weak as I watched the tears falling from his gray eyes. It tore me apart.

"I don't deserve you, Hermione." He managed to wail between his tear-stricken breaths.

"You do deserve me Draco. And you know why?" I paused out of habit to the question I asked, but quickly continued as I didn't expect an answer. "Because of the man you are today. That boy you used to be, he doesn't exist anymore. You exist. And if you want to throw everything away because of how stubborn you are being, don't. Even though you see it as you not deserving me, I know you love me enough to let me have what I deserve. And you know what that is?" This time I was waiting for an answer.

"You deserve everything." His voice trembled.

A tear slipped from my eye and began its descend down my cheek. "I deserve to be happy, Draco, and you are the only person who can make me happy. Don't throw this away." I moved my lips to meet his. The moment they touched I pulled back, pausing, waiting for his response.

It felt like I waited forever before it came to me. His lips were back against mine with such heat and such passion, it was impossible to believe that this man didn't love me.

"Oh, Hermione." He groaned, "I'm so sorry." He apologized.

I could feel the wetness of his tears on his face as we continued to kiss. Then he stooped down and lifted me into his arms so my legs were straddling his waist. I could feel my insides clench as I felt his hard manhood pressing against the inside of my thigh as if it personally begged for me.

Then I was on my back in the bed we shared and he was hovering above me. Very slowly Draco undressed me and then himself. The entire time his eyes never left mine. When we were both bare bodied he moved me to the center of the bed and began nuzzling his lips against my neck. This movement brought bliss to my body, causing my stomach to flip flop, butterflies to burst inside me and my heart to take off like a rocket ship into the heavens. Just this one move of affection was enough to unhinge me in the most erotic ways possible.

His lips stopped just inches from my ear and I heard him whisper to me. "I will not pretend that I deserve you, Hermione, but you were not wrong when you said you deserve happiness. That much is true. And if I am the only one who can make you truly happy then you shall have me for as long as that remains unchanged. The second I no longer bring joy to your life I will leave." Then he was back at my neck, nipping and kissing me.

After a few more minutes of his mouth on my body he moved into position above me, making sure to keep his weight off my stomach. Then he pushed inside me, causing me to groan as my insides came alive. He began moving slowly inside me, his eyes on mine. Every few strokes I saw his eyes narrow and his lips purse and he groan causing me insides to clench around him.

"Merlin's beard, Hermione," Draco said as he continued to move inside me. "You are so beautiful." His compliment caused my heart to sputter and kick off at a faster pace.

"Thank-" I inhaled deeply and suddenly it was like a million firecrackers had exploded inside me. "Ooooh!" I moaned, arching my back slightly. "Oooh, oooh Draco."

I felt his hands tighten around my upper arm and he quickened his pace, moving faster and faster inside me. My moans continued, several of them ending with a gasp and soon Draco joined me.

"Uh.... Uh...." He panted.

We continued, our love noises coming more frequent and louder. The pleasure he was bringing me beyond anything humanly possible, in both muggle and magical worlds. I clenched my fingers against his back, causing him to groan and tremble. The erotic pleasure inside me continued to grown and soon enough my face scrunched up and my mouth fell open as I fell over the edge in my ecstasy. Just as I began to cry out from pleasure I felt Draco's body began to tremble as he moved quickly inside me. Suddenly his pumps began to slow dramatically before the trembling forced him to stop. The second he stopped moving he tensed and cried out as he exploded inside me.

Once his climax ended he pushed himself onto his back beside me and we lay, panting, breathless. When he managed to catch his breath he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into his arms. Suddenly I began to grow very tired and I found it hard to keep my eyes open any longer no matter how hard I tried.

Then I blinked and couldn't open my eyes anymore. Just before sleep took over me I heard Draco whisper to me. "I love you, Hermione."

Authors Note: Before you think 'Wow, Draco, what an ass,' I want you to understand his emotions. He finally understands how painful the things he did to Hermione in the past was when he witnessed the Faye/Hermione quarrel. Because of this, he feels Hermione shouldn't have forgiven him too easily and is basically trying to push her away by making her hate him again. He loves her terribly but he feels like he doesn't deserve her and his newly-found conscience won't let him be selfish like he used to be. Hermione eventually understands this and realizes the only way to keep him is by revealing that he owes her happiness and that he is the only one thing in her current life that makes her truly happy. Draco also agrees that he owes her and this is why he has a change of heart and decides to stay with her. They both love each other.