Hermione goes on a date with Viktor and struggles with her attraction to Draco.

This is the official start of Dramione...don’t own anything.

The next day was Hermione’s date with Viktor and she took special care to get ready. She had on her favorite pair of black jeans that hugged her figure tightly, and the jumper she’d picked, was a butter-soft deep violet which had a v-neck and long sleeves—that were fitted and flowed out at the wrist into a soft bell shape. Her coat was cashmere in deep gray, a Christmas gift from her parents. Hermione decided to put her hair back in a high pony-tail and did her make-up in soft earth tone colors, topping it off with her favorite French perfume that had hints of jasmine, rose, amber and vanilla.

Once she was ready, she cast a concealment charm and made her way down the staircase towards the Great Hall where she was meeting Viktor. When she was close and made sure no one was watching, Hermione lifted the charm and walked down the last flight of steps, not paying attention to the appreciative looks she was getting from many of the male population.

One pair of jealous grey eyes watched her closely as she made her way towards the Bulgarian wizard, not missing the warm smile that she gave in greeting, nor the sweet kiss on the cheek.

Viktor took Hermione’s arm, moving them both out of the castle. Since it was a clear day, the two decided to take a longer walk to the village. They talked about the upcoming third task, their classes and what Hermione’s plans were for the summer. As they entered Hogsmeade, Hermione gestured towards the sweet shop laughing, while Viktor escorted her inside.

Daphne had watched Draco’s face as Hermione walked away with Krum, and she was convinced that her friend was completely enamoured of Hermione. Daphne had left a few minutes later with Millicent and Pansy, the latter more concerned about where Draco was than anything else.

As the day progressed Hermione felt that she was enjoying herself immensely, but was frustrated that she didn’t feel the same butterflies with Viktor that she had felt with Malfoy. It was all so confusing. Sexual attraction didn’t always equate to romantic feelings, but Hermione would be lying if she didn’t admit that she was sexually aware of Draco in a way she wasn’t with Viktor. However, she needed more data, and that would require her using her feminine wiles on the Bulgarian wizard.

After leaving the Three Broomsticks, the two walked back towards the castle but Hermione decided it might be best to take a bit of a detour. Walking with Viktor towards the Shrieking Shack, she wasn’t sure how to approach the idea of taking their friendship to the next level, but she didn’t need to worry, Viktor clearly was on the same page.

As soon as they were alone, he took Hermione into his arms raising her face to his own.

“I’ve vanted to kiss youz for while, my Mila. Wouldz youz permit me?”

Blushing, Hermione shyly nodded and before she knew it, Viktor’s lips were gently coaxing hers. She allowed herself to give in to the kiss, desperately wanting to feel that spark of passion and desire. After a few minutes of kissing, Viktor released her lips and kissed her on the forehead. They stood like that for a few moments not saying anything. He then took her arm back in his and walked back towards the castle.

Unbeknownst to the kissing couple, they were being watched.

Draco couldn’t believe his eyes.

His witch...

...his witch!

Had just kissed Krum.

He was angrier than he’d ever remembered being, even though on some level he knew he didn’t have the right, it didn’t stop the rage inside. That Bulgarian had taken his witch’s first kiss...a kiss that should have been his!

He stormed back to the castle in fury, heading down towards Snape’s quarters. He needed to get himself under control quickly or he would avada the first person he saw.

In another part of the castle, Viktor and Hermione were walking towards the courtyard in silence. Finally once they’d reached a bench, Viktor gestured for Hermione to take a seat.

“My, Mila. I vanted to thank youz for a lovely time today.”

“I enjoyed myself as well, Viktor, you have become a very good friend and I’m lucky to have you in my life.”

Viktor sighed sadly. He found Mila to be one of the most genuine people he’d ever met. She was strong, kind and intelligent and liked him for whom he truly was, he just wished they had that spark together.

“I vish things vere different for us, but I am glad forz your friendship, Mila.”

Hermione smiled and kissed Viktor on his cheek. “I am too. I should get back inside, I have something I need to do.”

Viktor nodded, standing up and kissed the back of Hermione’s hand. The Bulgarian watched with sad eyes as the little witch walked back alone into the castle.

Hermione was frustrated, sad and angry.

Why couldn’t she be attracted to someone as sweet as Viktor?

He was everything a witch could want.

Why did it have to be Malfoy of all people?

So lost in her thoughts, didn’t realize that she was subconsciously walking towards the dungeons until she heard the strains of piano music coming from the room to her left. Quietly, she walked over and opened the door, shocked to see Malfoy playing, oblivious to the world around him. Hermione wandlessly silenced her footsteps and walked into the room, removing her coat and sitting down on the couch as she listened to Draco play.

He was playing Chopin’s Revolutionary Etude, a powerful piece reflecting madness, anger.

Draco was so completely immersed in the piece that he didn’t realize he had company until he’d finished and heard a gentle sigh coming from behind him. He turned around and was shocked to see Hermione sitting there watching him warily.

“That was beautiful, Malfoy. I don’t think I’ve heard that piece played with so much emotion, it was truly moving.”

Draco sneered at the little witch. “What are you doing here, Granger? I thought you’d be off fucking your Bulgarian suitor.”

Hermione’s eyes widened in shock at the harshness of Draco’s voice. She hadn’t seen that look nor heard that tone since third year. She felt moisture gather behind her eyes and didn’t notice that a tear had escaped until it was too late. Bolting for the door, she made to open it but it was slammed shut as Draco pressed his body into hers, lowering his head into her neck and inhaling her perfume. Hermione tried to hide her shiver but Draco felt it, and he pressed into her until her back was completely flush with the front of his body.

Slowly Draco wrapped his arm around Hermione’s waist. “I’m so sorry, Granger. Please don’t cry...don’t leave.”

Hermione stomach was doing somersaults at this point, she could feel his warm breath on her neck which was giving her goosebumps all over her body. His cologne was heady, making her head spin. When Draco gently nibbled on Hermione’s ear, she couldn’t stop the moan that erupted from her, which caused the arm around her waist to pull her back even tighter.

Draco thought he must be dreaming.

He’d imagined this scenario endlessly and in so many different ways, but now that he had Hermione in his arms, he was completely overwhelmed. Her perfume was a drug that he wanted to get high on forever. Her skin was so soft and silky. Her body fit perfectly into his and he never wanted to let her go.

Splaying his hand on Hermione’s abdomen he pushed her back against him and felt himself get harder than he’d ever thought possible. Hermione stilled against him, and for a moment Draco thought he’d gone too far, but then like an answer to his prayers, she started to push her arse against his straining erection. Draco’s other hand went to her hip, pushing her back harder against him as he nibbled and sucked on her neck and up towards her ear.

Hermione was awash in sensation. She had never felt anything like this when Viktor touched her. Her whole body was on fire and she could feel her knickers getting wetter by the minute. She was surrounded by Draco’s scent, the touch and feel of him, it was overwhelming all her senses and testing her resolve. When he moved his hand underneath her jumper and touched her bare skin, Hermione couldn’t help the breathy moan that broke free, and she could feel the smug smirk against her neck as Draco kissed her neck repeatedly.

“Merlin, Granger. Do you have any idea how much I want you? I saw you today. Kissing Krum! I was so bloody furious I had to come here to calm myself before I hexed someone.”

Hermione closed her eyes and relished the moment. Draco was jealous!

She slowly turned around in his arms, breath hitching as grey eyes darkened nearly black with lust. He looked at her as if she was the most desirable witch he’d ever seen, but she was aware of his reputation, and she would not be another notch on his bedpost.

“What exactly do you want from me, Draco?”

Draco stared at his little witch for a moment and then gave her a smirk that promised complete devotion and untold carnal delights. “I want you. I’ve wanted you for a while now, but didn’t think you’d ever see me like that.”

Hermione raised an eyebrow mockingly. “So that’s why you’ve taken to shagging random witches in empty classrooms?”

Smiling wickedly, Draco laughed. “Saw that, did you?” Draco moved his head so their lips were barely touching. “Did it turn you on, Hermione, watching me fuck another witch...wishing it was you?”

Hermione looked back challengingly. “I don’t know, Malfoy? Do you think you’d like to walk into a deserted classroom and see some random wizard taking me from behind?”

Draco growled and in a flash, had Hermione up in his arms with her legs wrapped around his waist. He moved them over to the couch, sitting down so she could straddle him, his erection pressing against the seam of her jeans, which were soaked with her arousal. “If I ever see another wizard touching you, love, I won’t be held responsible for my actions. You...are...mine!”

With that, Draco crashed his lips against Hermione’s, and all coherent thought was lost as their lips fused together.