The Teasing Bet
Sure, why not? With his luck, he was surprised they even had separate rooms. Of course, when he'd found out that he had been chosen as Head Boy he had been thrilled. But when he learned that Hermione Granger was to be Head Girl he wanted nothing more than to rip of the shiny batch and throw it to the first person he saw. Anything to get out of sharing a dorm with the nerdy Gryffindor. But he couldn't. Once you were chosen there was no going back. He was obligated by his own pride to sleep with only a wall separating him from Hermione the Bushy Headed Geek. So be it.
Ugh, and there she was now. She walked into the common room, cast one glance at him and then stuck up her nose, pretending that he wasn't even there. Humph, fine by him. It wasn't as if he was willing to talk to her either. It wasn't that he was pining for her to notice him. But really, how much longer could she keep up this silent treatment? They'd lived together for almost three weeks now and the only words she'd ever said to him had been something along the lines of 'get out of my way or I'll remove you the hard way'. Not very friendly. Sure, he had been in her way, on purpose even. But she could still have asked him politely first. Not he'd have listened then, but still.
And there she went, sitting awkwardly curled up in the chair opposite of his, her nose stuck into a centuries old book. He had a clear view of her, and he couldn't deny that he liked what he was seeing. She was a small person, more than a head smaller than himself, which wasn't really all that strange since he'd grown quite tall over the years. Her frame was slight as well; she seemed almost fragile, only Draco knew far too well what she was capable of. Just thinking about it he could almost feel her fist connecting with his jaw. It wasn't a particularly pleasant memory. Her unruly brown hair was pulled up into a messy ponytail and small strands of hair tickled her pale cheeks. Looking at her intently he couldn't say that she wasn't quite attractive. And that was when his master plan formed. Now that they were bound to be together he might as well get some fun out of it.
"Hey, Granger!" he called teasingly, but she only waved her hand dismissively without even looking up from her book. "Granger, it's not polite to ignore someone talking to you."
"I'm not required to be polite to you," she mumbled neutrally. Draco grinned widely; at least he'd gotten a response this time.
"Perhaps not," he teased, "but you know you can't resist me."
She scuffed and said, "Believe me, if there's anyone I'd be able to resist it would be you."
"You want to bet on that?" he asked and her head instantly snapped up t watch him with narrow, questioningly eyes.
"Bet on what?" she asked suspiciously.
"I say that I can make you want me," he said as he stood up and walked slowly towards her, his every step carefully calculated to make him look as good as possible. "I say that I can make you lust after me like a dog in heat."
"You can't," she said and he was surprised to see a shameless smile curve her lips. "I can't be lured, Malfoy. In fact, I think I could make you want me before I want you."
"I sense a bet," he laughed huskily and extended his hand.
She eyed him very cautiously, but then her lips widened in a devious smile and she took his hand.
"Let the games begin," she said as they shook hands, touching for the first time since the punch back in their fourth year, Draco realised.
Before she could pull her hand away he yanked her to her feet, the dusty old book falling to the floor with a loud thump, and planted a soft kiss on her hand, all the while holding her eyes with his own.
"I'm going to enjoy this immensely," he whispered sexily and saw a blush creep into her cheeks. He didn't give a chance to respond before he walked into his own room, leaving her standing all alone in the middle of an empty common room. He went to bed, his head swamped with images of his imminent victory and his prize – a hot night with the witch whom infuriated him.
The next morning Draco got up early and went into their little, shared kitchen wearing nothing but his tight, grey sweats. He turned on the stove and started pulling ingredients from the fridge to prepare breakfast. If she thought she knew what she was in for, she had no clue. He was bringing his a-game. He began making bacon and eggs and had a hot plate finished when Hermione sleepily walked into the kitchen, wearing only an oversized t-shirt. He blinked in surprise and looked at the t-shirt a little more closely.
"Hey!" he exclaimed loudly. "That's my shirt you're wearing!"
She turned her face to him, her bushy hair wild and crazy, framing her face perfectly, and smiled knowingly, teasingly.
"It sure is," she said in a low, seductive voice. "I hope you don't mind, when I heard you leave your room I decided to find something a little more comfortable for me to wear. My red teddy isn't the best think to sleep in after all. I left it on your pillow, by the way."
Draco almost choked on his tongue in surprise. He hadn't expected her to be this into their game, nor had he expected her to be this good. To him there was only one thing sexier than a red teddy and that was his own shirt on a fuck-able woman. She was a smart one, that Hermione. But Draco wasn't stupid.
"That's perfectly fine," he said calmly with a crooked come-hither smile. "You are welcome to all of my clothes. But please, sit down. I made breakfast for you."
For a second her sexy demeanour faltered and she seemed uncertain of herself.
"You made breakfast for me?" she whispered in shock before she quickly recollected herself and continued, "How nice of you. But you probably only did it to have an excuse to watch my mouth, didn't you?"
"Perhaps I did, perhaps I didn't," he teased as he sat the plate down in front of her. "That's my own, private secret."
Hermione didn't comment on that, instead she started eating. Slowly, tentatively she put a forkful of food in her mouth and uttered a small almost inaudible moan. But it was enough for Draco's pants to feel tighter than before. She sure was a little minx! But oh, he was going to get her. One way or another!
"Good?" he asked and she nodded with another little moan. Draco had a sudden urge to push the table aside, the only thing separating them, and just take her then and there, all thoughts of bets forgotten. But he restrained himself and simply said, "I'm happy you're enjoying it."
When she was finally finished eating, Draco's pants were uncomfortably tight and he had a tight grip on the table to keep himself from jumping on her. She smiled very knowingly at him. With an uncharacteristic wink she ran a finger across the greasy plate and stuck it in her mouth. He was sure that her moan was not one of appreciation but of pure bating. He gulped and gripped the table even harder to resist her. Damn her, she wasn't going to get him that easily!
"Well, since you're done eating I'll just go take a shower," he said casually and stood up, careful to angle his body so that she wouldn't notice the bulge in his pants. As he exited the small tea kitchen he quickly glanced over his shoulder to see her watch him with a confused look in her eyes.
While he stalked slowly towards his bathroom he started pulling off his sweats. He could feel her eyes on him from behind him and he grinned widely. When he entered the bathroom he let the door stand wide open as he turned on the water in the shower. The room began to get foggy and still he could feel her looking at him. He dared a peak at the mirror and saw her leaning casually against the doorframe. She caught his eyes. Her gaze was filled with both wonder and admiration. With a small wink he hooked his fingers in the waistband of his boxers and pushed them to the ground. Instantly Hermione's eyes darted downwards and her cheeks turned bright pink. He laughed. The sound penetrated Hermione's haze and she quickly scrambled off. Draco kept laughing as he stepped under the warm water. He let the door stay open in case she came back. But she didn't.
After his shower ended he wrapped a minuscule towel around his hips and stepped into the common room. He was very aware of the water running down his chest and his wet hair hanging down his forehead and the sides of his face. Yep, he was more than ready to get admired. But there was no Hermione's in the common room to admire him. He looked around but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Except for his shirt lying on the couch. The shirt that Hermione had been wearing earlier. Instantly he felt his member stir. If she wasn't wearing his shirt, then what was she wearing? He had to find out.
With quick strides he walked to Hermione's room. He didn't even take the time to knock; he just opened the door and stepped in. But she wasn't there. There was only… a pair of bride pink panties on the bed. His member suddenly kicked into overdrive. The towel was definitely too small now.
He didn't have to think long before he knew where she was. There was really only one place where she could be – his own room. He practically ran to his door and opened it harshly. As soon as he had the door open he stopped dead in his tracks. In front of him was Hermione, completely naked, with her back turned towards him. her lean body was milky pale and firm and he took his time admiring her.
"Like what you see?" Hermione asked huskily.
"Very much," Draco answered. "But I think I'd enjoy it even more if you'd turn around."
"No can do," she answered teasingly. "I haven't seen more of you than you have of me. I believe in fairness."
Okay, that sounded fair enough to Draco. Without a second thought he pulled off the towel and threw it next to her.
"I'm just as naked as you are," he said, his pulse going crazy. "If you turn around now, you'll see just as much of me as I will of you."
She hesitated.
"If you don't turn around I'll have to turn you by myself," he growled, growing more and more impatient.
"There's no need to get bossy," she scolded teasingly. "What's the rush anyway?"
He groaned.
"I mean, we have plenty of time, don't we? It's only 10 o'clock on a Saturday."
"Who cares about that?"
"Well, I do for one. I don't know about you, but I quite like teasing."
"So do I," Draco admitted. "But not now, we're done teasing."
"Says who?" she said childishly.
"Says I!" he growled back, his erection growing even though they were quarrelling like children. Perhaps that was just the way it was with the two of them.
"Why do you get to say that?"
"Because I want you now!"
As soon as the words slipped from his lips he saw his error. He saw just why she had batted him and picked a fight with him. She was now the winner of their bet and he was the sad loser.
"Ha!" Hermione shrieked and jumped around to face him. "You want me! I win!"
"Fine you win," he grumbled. He was about to go to his dresser and get dressed, but suddenly Hermione's small, naked body slammed into his, her arms around his neck, her lips pressed against his. She kissed him hard and greedily. Her fingers caught a hold of his wet hair to pull him closer yet. Draco didn't think about anything, he just let his body take control. He wrapped his arms possessively around her tiny waist and her held her in a dead lock.
When they finally had to draw apart to breathe, Hermione breathlessly whispered, "Thank Merlin you gave in first! I don't know how much longer I could have continued!"
Draco answered with a throaty laugh and another passionate, hungry kiss. His hands travelled down her back to cup her bare arse. He squeezed it tryingly and when she wriggled against him, he did it again. When the squeezing no longer was enough to satisfy him, he let his hands wander further down over the back of her thighs. He didn't have to do anything else in order to make his desire evident. Without a word Hermione caught on to his intention and helped him pull her up. She wrapped her legs around his hips, grinding lightly against his hot erection. They groaned deeply in unison.
"I thought we were done teasing," Draco growled hotly against her lips.
"I thought I told you that I like teasing," Hermione moaned.
"But as you said, we have plenty of time to do so," Draco said with a crooked, devilish smile. "Right now, I'd rather have a fuck than a tease."
"So be it," Hermione complied and without another word impaled herself upon his hard, long length.
They both moaned deeply at the feeling of them joined so very intimately. Draco didn't waste any time before he started pulling out and pushing back in, fast and controlled. Hermione clung to his neck, letting him control the pace. Her hair fell across her face and onto his, drowning him in her smell of oranges and jasmines. Her slick heat surrounded his throbbing length and sent his head reeling. Soon he felt his knees buckle. He didn't try to make it to the bed, knew it wasn't going to be possible. Instead he just laid her down on the floor, her legs still wrapped firmly around him, and picked up the pace, pushing harder and faster into her.
When he felt himself fall, he was determined to take her with him. With one, last thrust he reached between them and rubbed her clit hard, making her scream and her walls clamp down on him as her orgasm took a hold of her. He too let himself go with an animalistic grunt, spilling all he had into her centre. Exhausted, he collapsed unto her sweaty body, grabbed her shoulders and rolled around so she could rest upon his chest.
"I have to admit," he panted "that I was definitely not happy about sharing a common room with you. But after this… let's just say that I'm looking forward to the rest of the year."
"You're not the only one," Hermione laughed and pressed a little kissed to his chest. Reaching out for his wand, Draco conjured a blanket to cover them both and wrapped around each other they fell asleep.
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