Breakup Revenge: One Shot Dramione Fanfic
R: for Sex scene and language.
Synopsis: After her breakup with Ron, Hermione is out to do something she'd never think she'd do.
Draco Malfoy roamed through the shelves and shelves of books in the Hogwarts library looking for a book that could potentially catch his eye of interest. It was a Saturday evening and many students have gone on the trip to Hogsmeade, including his friends. Although much persuasion by his friends and girlfriend Pansy, he didn't feel like going. The usual Hogsmeade stores disinterested him this particular day. So instead, he hung around the library, finding peace and quiet in the empty labyrinth. He stopped in front of a book in the fiction section and pulled it out. The title read Crime and Punishment, a muggle book. He smirked but read the synopsis; the story of a man who believed himself extraordinary. He thought he'd give it a try and walked toward an empty table in the middle of the library. There were hardly anyone in sight, but a couple of first year students studying and an occasional student or two walking about the place. Draco made himself comfortable in the wooden chair and opened the first page.
But before he could even finish the first sentence, Draco began hearing the ripping of papers and the sobs of a female. He could find no one on site making the noise and therefore tried to ignore it. But that became difficult, for the noise grew louder. Again he tried to ignore it and managed to read the first paragraph, yet the buzzing of shredded papers kept echoing in his ear and made it impossible to concentrate.
Annoyed, Draco grumbled as he got up and tried to find the source of the noise. He found it, a set of bookshelves behind his table. There, on that section of table, was a puffy eyed, red nosed Hermione Granger with tears streaking down her cheeks. She was silently sobbing, breathing unequally, and rapidly shredding papers that landed all over her table. She did not notice Draco.
He grinned, joyously watching the wrecked girl in front of him. But his happiness grew wary when she didn't catch him looking. "Aw," he cooed, "did poor Granger fail a test?"
Hermione looked up, looking miserable as ever. Draco almost felt pity for the girl, but it was washed away when Hermione spoke. "Sod off, Malfoy," she muttered and returned to tearing pages of paper off a book.
Malfoy stood leaning on a bookshelf, arms crossed over his chest. "What was the subject? Transfiguration? Or was it Charms? But you know, I bet it was Potions. Everyone knows Potions is what you're most weak at, of course no thanks to Snape."
Hermione didn't respond. She gathered the pieces of paper on the table and shoved it into her book bag. Then she covered her head in her arms and laid on the table, crying. Draco rolled his eyes and advanced toward her, sitting on the empty chair across Hermione.
"Come on, Granger. Whatever it is, it can't be that bad in order for you to leave me with all the witty remarks. Where's the fun in that?" When she didn't respond, he threw his head back in exasperation. It was pointless to try and be witty with a person who didn't have the will or the know-how to even be witty, and to his knowledge, Hermione was the only person capable to give great comebacks. He loved their little banters in the corridors, and this sight in front of him depressed even him. "Look Granger, do you want to tell me what happened? Because I'm having no fun here listening to your crying and I can't read my book."
He heard a muffled voice. "Granger, I can't hear you."
She lifted her face. "I said, I don't want to talk, especially not to you."
"Well then, stop crying the library! This place is about peace and quiet, and you're disturbing my peace and quiet! If you're going to keep on crying, why not just do it in your room, then."
She, of course, ignored him and put her head back against her arms, crying once more.
He sighed, looking at the cover of his book. He wanted his peace and quiet, goddamn it. Draco looked at his watch. No one would be coming back until well over four hours from now. No one would see him talking to her and none of the first years students would dare say anything bad about Draco, the seventh year Slytherin. "Whatever it is, like I said, it can't be that bad. Just tell me about it. I promise I won't laugh, I won't tell anyone, and we'll be back to normal tomorrow."
She looked up with pitiful eyes. "Are you being serious?"
Draco nodded. "I swear I won't tell a soul, and I swear this will change nothing between us after today." He extended his hand but Hermione ignored it. Eventually, he retrieved it feeling quite foolish.
"W-why do you w-want to know?"
"So you can go back to normal and be witty again. And so I can have peace to read this book," he said easily.
Hermione hesitated but said, "well, I guess you'll hear it soon enough. I'd rather people hear it from me than from rumors." She stared at him, wondering if she could trust him, trust what his reactions would be, and trust he would keep his promise. "Ron broke up with me." She instantly shut her eyes.
He chuckled. "That's it? So? What's the big deal? It's only Weasel brain. It's not like it's Viktor Krum or anything."
"Shut up. He's my best friend and I love him." Hermione tried to fight back the tears but they came. She wiped them away with her sleeves, leaving a dark mark on her robe.
Draco propped up. "Love him? That big goon? Granger, I know he's your best friend and all, but he's a loser. He hangs around thunderbolt like a little puppy and he's only got brains because he copies off of you. I mean, c'mon. There's nothing in him."
Hermione grinned a little against her better judgment. She knows she shouldn't be talking to Draco about her personal life. It could backfire, and perhaps would. Most likely would. But she was in a state of vulnerability. She needed to talk to someone. Harry was on Ron's side and Ginny was mad at Hermione for reason's unknown. She had nobody right now.
"Granger, you know you could do better, someone with brains, with wealth, with status. Someone more on your level," he said and shrugged.
"Hell, I'd say you're on my level even." Instantly he regretted saying it. Hermione picked it up fast.
"You're level? Don't kid with me, Malfoy, just because I'm instable right now. My level would be ten times more than you."
Draco's face scrunched. "Then you wasted your time with Weasley, a guy ten times less than me. And don't flatter yourself, Granger," he smirked. She giggled, simultaneously wiping the remaining tears off her face. "So what did he break up with you for."
She stopped dead in her tracks and stared at him. A blush crept up on her cheeks. "That's none of your business."
"Wait-I thought we were being honest here."
"I never said that."
"Was it because you studied too much."
"No. He supports my studies."
"Did you cheat on him with Potter? That would be a juicy story."
"Ugh, so immature. I would never cheat."
"Did he find someone else."
"Erm-" Hermione fiddled with her hair.
"Who is it?" He asked seriously.
She sighed, ready to burst into tears again. "Lavender Brown. Because she does stuff that I don't. Stuff that makes guys go wild. Stuff that Ron wants and I don't. Because she's prettier and more sociable, and has had experiences with relationships. Because she's not a bookworm like me. Because..."
Hermione had gone hysterical with tears and Draco couldn't stand it any longer. He grew tired of listening Hermione's whining on how she's less than Lavender Brown, someone clearly not on the level of her, but well on the level of Weasley. He grew tired of listening to her cries, nonstop over a boy who was pathetic. He tuned her out, nodding, but focused on her moving crimson lips. He imagined himself kissing those lips, licking them with his tongue. He slapped himself mentally for ever thinking that way with Granger. He has a girlfriend, for Pete's sake, he thought. But his attention was focused on those lips. He chuckled. Hermione stopped ranting.
"Oh, you're laughing? What happened to the promise. You're not allowed to laugh, remember? What, you think it's funny, what I'm going through? Hmph. What am I saying? Of course you find this funny, your enemy having a heartbreak meltdown. Of course you're laughing. Actually I wouldn't have it any other way. Why would I expect you to understand, Malfoy, you arrogant son of a-"
Hermione was caught mid-sentence by a force upon her lips. Draco had leaned in and kissed her softly, his reason was to shut her up, but there were other - minor - reasons. Hermione was shocked by the sudden movement. He had released her, although the salty texture of her lips felt good on his. But before he could even sit back down, Hermione had grabbed his face and kissed him back, willingly, forcefully, and aggressively. Draco was astounded. He was expecting a slap in the face, not an intimate behavior by the innocent Granger. It was pleasant, this feeling. He felt Hermione pulling back and Draco tried to stop it, but it was too late. Yet, instead of sitting down, Hermione grabbed his hand and led him through bookshelves after bookshelves, ignoring the question and mild protest by Draco. They were at the end of the library now, concealed by any passerby and librarian.
"Granger"
"Shut up," she muttered and pushed Draco against a bookshelf.
She looked at Draco and pulled his neck down in order for her to kiss him. She kissed with hunger, with desperation. She put her hands behind his head, disheveling his hair. She pressed herself against him.
Draco, becoming more and more astonished, went with the flow. He put his hands on her back. His lips nibbled on her lower lips. She became more relaxed, her heartbeat increasing. He heard her moan slightly and he grinned. Draco pushed himself off the shelf, still with Hermione in his arms, and pinned her against the opposite shelf with a thud. He kissed her cheeks, her jaw, her neck. She breathed heavier as his hot breath touched her skin. Chuckling lowly, she forced his lips to meet hers again.Hermione's tongue traveled inside his mouth first. Draco smirked and followed suit. His breathing became harder; His hands touched her sides and made its way down her thighs and up her skirt. He paused there and brought her leg up on his hip and kept his hands there, stroking her thighs.
He lost all his senses, completely forgetting that this was innocent, bookworm, mudblood Hermione Granger that he was making out with. All he knew was that he was having a good time, even better than reading a book, and much better than going to Hogsmeade. He even forgot about Pansy Parkinson, his girlfriend of thirteen months. Hermione on the other hand knew what she was doing. She was letting herself go, raging at Ron for what he did with the first thing she could think of; kissing Draco Malfoy. It surprised her that he even let her do it. It surprised her even more that she enjoyed it, more than when she was kissing Ron. He was a better kisser, she thought. Much better. She didn't want to stop. She didn't want to go back crying about Ron.
The motion of Draco's hand up and down her thighs sent tingles all over her body. Her stomach flustered and she felt herself getting a little wet. She pressed her body closer to him, if that was even possible. Draco groaned as her private went against his crotch. "Fuck me," she breathed. She kept kissing him and pushed herself again onto his crotch. Again he groaned.
Draco hesitated at first, knowing this wasn't at all what he had expected. A picture of Pansy past through his mind, but with Hermione pushing against him, prying him to do it, he caved in.
He looked down at Granger who had already begun unbuttoning his pants.
"What, here?" He whispered urgently. "No one goes back here, trust me," she moaned and kissed him to be quiet. She pushed his pants down his legs.
Draco, without removing his lips from hers, unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her white bra and silky skin. He began caressing her chest, raising hairs on the back of her neck.
"Draco, do it. Please," she pleaded and pushed herself against him once more.
Draco's hands left her thigh and traveled further up, inside her underwear, roaming her private. Hermione bit her lower lip and let out a moan. He grinned, feeling the wetness of her clits, and pushed a finer inside her.
Hermione grabbed a handful of Draco's hair in her hands as a wave of tingles went through her spine. Releasing her fingers from inside her, he pulled her underwear down, kissed her hard, and gave her what he wanted.
Hermione felt like screaming. She bit her lips until she felt the dent. Draco hushed her softly in her ear, reminding her that they were in the library. He kissed her ears, her neck, and all the while, Hermione was breathing heavily, her head tossed back, eyes closed. Each thrust Draco gave made her moan, pulling his hair, digging into him. She felt the pain of Ron going away slowly and she liked it. She urged him to go faster, and he did, his breath getting heavier and hotter. The tension built, they were in perfect rhythm. Her lips bled a little, but Draco licked it off. He grinned. They had hit their climax.
Chuckling, Draco exited himself from her while still kissing her. He stopped unwillingly and leaned into her, supporting his weight with his arms against the bookshelf. "What the hell was that?" He asked, the grin still on his face.
Hermione's chest rose up and down as she tried to control her breathing. She looked at Draco and her mind became clearer. What had she done? What the hell did she do? She covered her face with her hands, cursing herself for her stupidity and recklessness.
"Fuck! Shit! Crap!" She exclaimed. "What the hell did I just do? I can't believe I was so idiotic! Fucking crap!" She started buttoning back her shirt and placing her underwear back. She tried to walk, but she winced from the unexpected pain.
"Whoa, Granger," he said, pulling his pants back up. "Calm down. Are you okay?" He advanced to wards her. Apparently, he had not gotten all the lust out of his system yet.
"Malfoy! - that was the stupidest thing I have ever done, okay? I just lost my virginity! I lost something that I can't take back, that I prided myself over. And I lost it in a fling. How do you expect me to calm down?!" She hissed.
"Wait a minute. You're a virgin?" Draco asked with surprise.
"No duh, you prick"
"Hey now, don't get mad at me. You were the one that wanted me to do it. I just did what you asked me to. And I assumed that Weasley already did you...huh"
Hermione furrowed her eyebrows. The mention of Ron sent back the old feelings. She flustered and turned away, fighting through the pain.
"I gotta go"
"Wait, Granger," Draco persisted, holding her wrist.
She yanked it out of him. "Leave me the hell alone"
Before he could stop her, she had already darted out into the open.
So? I've never done a OneShot before. Was it good? Tell me..tell me!
I wait to hear from you!
And I'm actually thinking of a sequel.