"Hello Granger"
She whirled around, and narrowed her dark eyes when she saw him, leaning against the frame of the door. He looked so smug, so comfortable. There was something about him, the way he held himself with a sort of feline grace. It made gave him the sort of natural sensuality that Ron would never be able to duplicate. Ron, oh dear stupid Ron to whom she had been engaged to.
"Malfoy." Her voice was curt, veering dangerously on the edge of rudeness. She never liked him, hated him. Hated him for his ability to turn her insides to liquid with a single word, his mesmeric effect upon her.
"Was there something that you wanted?"
He smiled, easing the door behind him. He walked towards the table, picking up a crystal goblet. An expert flick of his wand, and the glass began to fill with golden-colored mead. He walked past where she had been standing, and she caught a whiff of his cologne. He smelled so fresh, and clean-but there was a slight undercurrent. Something that smelled… sensual… she couldn't quite place it.
"Aren't you happy to see me Granger?" he drawled, taking a languorous sip from the goblet.
She closed her eyes, trying to drown out his voice. "Go away, Malfoy."
She could hear him coming closer, feel the warm tickle of his breath against the name of her neck. It sent a delicious thrill of awareness down her spine.
"You were quite happy to see me last night.. " he whispered against her ear. She could feel his long fingers against then nape of her neck, pushing away a stray strand of hair.
"Stop it, Malfoy.. "she whispered, starting to move away from him. She felt the hard press of his muscled arm against her flesh, as he pulled her towards him. She could feel the hard press of his arousal against her buttocks. She shuddered, the memories of last night flashing across her mind. His flesh against hers, his long hands running over her body, the shame, her own incoherent cries. He was nibbling her earlobes now, hands working at her breasts, kneading, toying with her already pert-nipples through the cloth of her robes.
"That's not what you said last night," he muttered. "What was it you said again? Oh yes." And he began to moan then, in a horrifying imitation of her own voice. Her face burned with shame, and the knowledge of her own arousal.
"Oh, oh…. Oh.. yes.. please.. " he whispered against her ear. She could hear the sound of her ragged breathing, her gasps as his hand moved down her body. She was horrified to realize that she was moving against him rhythmically, pressing her buttocks against his groin. His hands were between her thighs now- she gasped as he pulled her up against him. She watched as his free hand moved between her thighs, watched in mute horror as she spread her thighs, arching her back against him, encouraging him.
She opened her mouth to protest, but the only sounds that came from her lips were her own gasps of pleasure.
"Yes Malfoy, yes.. " he muttered, as his hands moved faster and faster. Her breath caught in her throat , her hips moving frenetically as she teetered at the edge of bliss. And then he stopped.
"That sounds about right," he said, letting her fall onto the ground. She screamed as she fell onto the ground. Her body crashed into the table. The glass vase shattered onto the floor, the wooden table knocked onto the ground with a great crack. She heard footsteps, and voices.
"Hermoine? "
Ron! Harry! Oh dear god, her face burned with shame as she snapped back to reality. The door burst open, and she saw that dear mop of red hair. Suddenly Malfoy was kneeling next to her, holding her hand.
"Are you okay, Granger? Here, don't move, I'll get a healer to look at you- you might have broken something." His voice was politely bland and disinterested.
"Get away from her Malfoy," Ron growled, lunging towards him. "What did you do to her?"
"Hermione, what happened?" Harry asked.
Malfoy jumped away, gracefully avoiding him Malfoy landed a few feet away, and gave a curt nod to Harry.
"Your little Granger took a fall," he drawled, heading towards the door. Her face flushed with embarrassment, as she remembered the events that transpired within the room just moments before. She looked up, and gave Ron a shaky smile.
"Ron, it's okay I just… slipped, " she whispered.
"Try to be a little more careful in the future Granger… " he said silkily as he closed the door behind him. "Until next time… "
(end of Ch. 1)
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