Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not claim any right to the original plots or characters. I am not JK Rowling. I am not affiliated with Scholastic or Warner Bros. I am just a fan with a writing habit.
The Possibility
"You haven't told anyone about us right?" Draco asked as he sat on the edge of the bed and began to redress himself.
"Who would I tell?"
He asked her this question every time.
Draco shrugged his shoulders. "I'm just making sure. I enjoy your…company, and I just don't want to see this have to end because you let it spill, what we do…"
"That I let it spill?" Hermione couldn't help but laugh. "Malfoy, you're so much more of a gossip then I will ever be."
He smirked playfully and turned to face her, pulling her leg down until she fell back onto the bed. Draco was only half dressed, his pants half-way up his leg, as his crawled over her, pressing his chest against hers to push her back into the sheets.
Hermione giggled.
She wasn't supposed to giggle. Did she think he was funny? He'd have to correct that immediately…
"What did I tell you about calling me Malfoy, Granger?" He emphasized her last name to show her how it felt, but she kept on giggling.
He lunged forward and caught her bottom lip playfully in-between his teeth. "Don't make me bite you," growled Draco.
"My, my, what fangs you have…Malfoy." She knew that he wouldn't understand the joke. He had probably never heard of Red-Riding Hood, but she didn't care.
Draco smiled playfully at her before sinking his teeth gently into the crook of her neck. She playfully screamed, and fought against him, until he pressed his teeth a bit deeper against her tender flesh.
Her body responded automatically to him. Her head fell back; granting him more access as he ventured his lips across her shoulder blade.
"You're not leaving this room until you say my name," Draco whispered in her ear.
"I hope you have time then," she quickly responded, her tone dropped into a lower register that she knew drove him wild. She caught that unique flare in his grey eyes and knew that she had him snagged.
Draco grabbed her wrists and threw them up above her head, restraining her beneath him. Her legs wrapped back around him as she slid her ankle down the side of his leg, removing his pants back down onto the floor.
"You love to misbehave don't you Mudblood? It seems like I have to teach you a lesson nearly every night." That devious smirk refused to budge off of his face.
"I guess, I never learn. Maybe I need a better teacher?" Hermione shot back at him. She knew that he only called her a Mudblood to irritate her. She wasn't going to let him get to her this time.
Draco caught a spike of anger in her tone. It amused him. She started to fight against him a bit more, pushing her chest up against his and wiggling her hips. The feel of her bare chest pressed up against his own serve to only arouse him more. She could fight against him all day long, as long as she stayed topless.
"I'm going to give you a chance to say you're sorry and correct your mistake. But I'm only going to give you one. What's my name Hermione?"
"Malfoy," she shot back, with a defiant smirk of her own. It didn't last long as her lips transformed into an 'Oh' shape as his fingers found her opening and plunged deep inside of her. His fingers were long and forceful as he began to press up against her.
The sound of her moaning beneath him made him feel powerful and in control. It was his favorite sound in the world. Her hips started to roll in a wave motion towards his palm. He pushed his wrist forward and went deeper.
"Don't have much to say now, do you?" He scooted back onto the bed and placed his head between her wide spread legs, releasing his hold over her chest. She wasn't going anywhere.
It took him mere seconds to place her sensitive nub into his mouth. His tongue pushed to the front and grazed over it rapidly as his fingers continued to explore the inside of her body. Her moans changed the second he put his mouth on her. They got deeper in her chest, and became uncontrolled.
Draco felt her hands reach down and grasp his hair in desperation as she began to lose control to his touch.
"What's my name, Mudblood?" Draco whispered, his breath hot against her wet folds.
"Ohhhhh," was all she could manage to get out of her mouth. She would have given him what he wanted to hear, but she couldn't process her thoughts when he was down on her. The brightest witch Hogwarts had ever seen was quieted, and dumbed down, by the slick tongue of a Slytherin.
Hermione felt her orgasm building up steadily but before she was able to ride it through, he stopped.
She gasped in disappointment, and then whined, "Please, don't stop. I was so close!"
Draco chuckled at her frustration. "I know; that's why I stopped."
She glared at him and kicked him in his side. "You're so mean!"
"I wasn't being nice to you. I was teaching you a lesson." He crawled back over her. Her hands were wrapped around his torso, softly resting on his back.
Draco looked her sternly in the eyes, to make sure she was focusing on his words. "Are you going to behave?"
"After that? No way in hell! That was so mean, Malfoy!"
"Oh, really?" Draco retorted sarcastically."Did you want me to apologize?"
"Yes!"
"I will, after you tell me my name."
"Fuck you ferret!" was shot back at him.
He glared at her. "That's how it is then?"
She nodded. "MmmHmm, until you give me what I want."
"Oh, I'll give you what you want alright," he unsheathed himself and inserted himself in her without warning. Her head shot back against the pillow as a sharp gasp emitted from her plush lips.
He loved that face. She made that face during their first time, and had continued to do so each time he penetrated her, like each time was new.
It might as well have been new every time. She was so tight he could hardly believe his luck. It was like bedding a virgin who knew exactly what she was doing, every night. This was largely because of his size, but it didn't matter why, all he knew was that it felt amazing to be inside of her.
Draco thrust into her aggressively. Any other time, he would have been gentle with her, giving her an inch or so of him at a time until her body fully received him at a gradual pace. But he knew at this point that she could take him fully within her, and she was being punished.
"Malfoy," Hermione gasped, moaning against him as she desperately clung onto his torso. Her hot moans hit the side of his face as she pulled him down against her body.
He thrust harder against her. "If you want me to let you cum, you'll behave."
Her eyes rolled back as he continued to thrust into her. She was so close to reaching her peak.
He put on a front; the truth was that he was terribly turned on, and close to reaching his end as well. He just hoped she caved in before he did, or she'd never take him seriously again.
He slowed down his pace in hope to regain some control of himself.
"No, don't stop," she begged. "Please, keep going. Harder!"
He shook his head, a wicked grin on his face. "You know what you have to do."
Her eyes shot open as she glared at him, furious in her heat. "Baby please!" she pleaded.
He put his teeth back onto her neck and bit down hard; she cried out and pressed her nails deep into his back. "Draco!" she gasped.
He had won.
She felt him chuckle into her neck. "Shut up and fuck me." She couldn't help but laugh herself.
They stopped their laughing as he looked at her face-to-face, put his lips on hers, and kissed her furiously as he thrust harder and deeper against her hips. She moaned into his lips, it felt like a buzz against his mouth.
She tried to pull away as he quickened his pace, but he kissed her harder. He wanted to taste her moans as she came against him.
"Oh god!" she whispered against his lips. He kept going at a consistent pace, thrusting deeper each time. Her hands gripped against him, her sharp nails piercing his back as she started to cum.
"Draco," she groaned against his lips. He took advantage of her open mouth and slid his tongue into her wet cavern.
Their kiss was intense and wet as he thrust through her orgasm until he reached his own, deep inside of her.
They both attempted to catch their breath as he rolled off of her. He pulled her in against his chest and held onto her.
"Thank you Draco," said Hermione, succumbing to his request as she placed light kisses onto his bare chest. He was so beautiful as he lay there next to her, light beads of sweat glistening off his body.
Draco reached his arm over, wrapped her body into his, and played with her hair, running his fingers down her curls and stroking his hand back up. It was her weakness; she absolutely adored having her hair played with.
"You're going to make me fall asleep," she protested.
"You probably should. It's getting late," Draco whispered as he pressed a loving kiss against her temple.
"I don't want you to go," she held onto him tighter, pressing her body fully against his.
"I have to. I'm going to be lucky if I can get out of here undetected at this hour. Filch will be patrolling the halls."
"You can get past Filch. That's not even an excuse," she called him out.
"Yeah, but still, I should go back to my own room."
Hermione and Draco were Head Boy and Head Girl. They had their own rooms, but they happened to be at opposite ends of the school. Hermione would give anything to push them together.
"Fine, I'll see you later." She rolled away and let him get up.
Draco got fully dressed this time, without distraction.
Hermione was falling asleep already. Her body was exhausted from the multiple exertions they had partaken in that night.
He walked over to her side of the bed and knelt down.
"Are you going to sleep naked?" he teased.
She slowly nodded, her eyes barely open. "I'm so comfortable. You have no idea."
He pushed her hair out of her face so that he could look at her. "If I think of you over here in your room alone, sprawled out naked in these sheets I'm going to have a hard time getting tired…" he teased.
"Sounds like a personal problem." She tried to stifle a yawn, but failed.
"Put you to sleep, did I?" He joked, arrogantly.
"In the best of ways, C'mere," she asked, leaning forward.
He leaned into her as she kissed him tenderly.
"Good night." Hermione bid softly, as they separated their kiss.
"Night," he softly replied, before standing up and walking out of the room.
As the door shut, Hermione rolled back around, and pulled her pillow against her body. She could smell him in her sheets, it soothed her, and before she realized, she had fallen asleep.