"My, my, my, what have we here?" a deeply tanned brunette slurred.
He froze at the voice, knowing it all too well and downed his shot before turning around to face her.
"Mr. Malfoy in the muggle world, tsk, tsk."
"Good to see you too, Granger," he replied, icily, sarcastically.
"Oh, I'm sure it is," she sneered back and leaned on the bar for some support.
Wearing these black velvet pumps on a night where she planned to drink so much at a resort in Cancun, a place unknown to her, was not a smart idea. As rarely as these things happen to her, she embraced her stupidity for the only justification she had – she was sick of sitting around doing nothing as her 17th year was coming around and the closest she got to feeling anything from any boy was Ron's kisses, which although cute at first, got old real fast. He seemed to notice her heels too, along with her wild hair, although differently wild this time, darker, and more deliberate. And he noticed her tight dress, and her body, breathing in and steadying his intoxicated body.
"Who knew you went out?" He replied, with a more curious than patronizing tone.
"Well Malfoy darling, I don't sit around in books all the time. Never noticed I'm not around on the weekends at Hogwarts did you? Much less the summer."
"Whatever you say bookworm."
"Like I said, you're the one out in the muggle world, oh pureblood lord," she jabbed.
"Listen, it really is the last place I want to be but it's the only place I can get away from everyone so will you just let. It. Go." He growled.
"Someone's not drunk enough," she replied and walked away laughing, another bottle of something in her hand.
Draco just looked after her. The beige dress she wore looked a lot less menacing from the front than it did from the back. It showed a fair amount of cleavage and fit her form, which he had to admit was something he clearly had never given her credit for, quite well, but left her back completely bare till it imprisoned her ass. When he thought imprisoned, it was for a reason.
Hermione walked away, although showing no outward signs of disappointment, very reluctantly. Malfoy was never as attractive to her as he was now. Inside the castle's walls, she was blinded by only seeing him as the arrogant git that he is. When everything is forgotten on nights like these, she can appreciate the precious bleached outgrown hair he's so fond of, the silvery gray eyes that have a deepness to them she never noticed, and got a few shades darker as they looked into her own warm chocolate brown eyes. His lips were very pink against his pale skin and his body was evidently sculpted from his Seeker position on the school's Quidditch team. There was something very regal, very evil and very enticing about him.
She turned around one time to the spot where she left the boy and was almost visibly startled to see he was looking back.
Ah, Draco isn't used to this Hermione… She thought.
Time to use that to my advantage then.
The clever girl, turned in his direction now, slyly smiled at him, downed her bottle, and stepped onto the dance floor. As the beats penetrated her being and she got into her usual trance, enjoying the moment as is, she closed her eyes and swayed to the rhythm. A pair of hands helped her sway and she welcomed the gesture, pressing her body into her helpers. She recognized his form immediately, and his smell drove her to grind her body into his own.
He had no idea what he was doing, and was acting on instinct as he grabbed the bushy tailed, buck toothed Mudblood's body only to discover she was no longer that girl. She felt better than he expected, and her touch slowly made him forget all things relevant to either of them.
Hermione turned to face her partner, and immediately he pulled her closer, her waist to his, and she ground onto his member, which was more and more excited by the moment.
"Always knew you wanted some Slytherin in you," Draco slurred into her ear.
"Mm, and the enormous Malfoy ego starts talking," the smart brunette retorted, slightly pulling away but not getting too far.
Draco spun her around and pulled her in even closer this time, and his mouth grazed against her lips, and her jawline to her temple and kissed back down. She let out a deep breath, as her eyes began to close, and she returned the general gesture by slipping her hands just under the waistline of his tailored black pants and grinding his bare hips into her own.
"Don't deny it Granger, you want me tonight, just me," he breathed in her ear, but this time there was no pulling away.
Instead she locked his gaze with nothing but an expression of desire and led the way into an empty elevator through the nearest doors. He pushed the button for the last floor.
"Yes Malfoy, but so do you," she said aloud, right before pushing him to the elevator wall and continuing the seducing, which was happening equally animalistic on either side.
His reply was a groan in her mouth as her nimble hands brushed against his straining cock, and satisfied with the boy's reaction, she continued doing so till he returned the favor. Hermione's hands grabbed at his waist, then back and soon hair when Draco's fingers traced the fabric under the dress. The elevator chimed and the doors opened, leaving the two stumbling on the last floor.
But not to be deterred, Draco pressed her against the wall and continued his motions till she moaned, and the louder she was, the more he wanted her.
"Mm, my room, UGH, my room's this way," he managed before Hermione attacked him again.
After a full minute or two of fumbling with his room card and swearing under his breath, Draco managed the door and led a breathless Hermione inside. Once away from the public eye, the brunette ravished the boy with her eyes and kicked off her heels only seconds before he lifted her off the ground and backed her into the door.
Both legs around his waist, she moaned out, "Malfoy, mm, Malfoy I need more."
"Say it again Mudblood, I want to hear you beg for it."
Her reaction was as sly as they get, and she ground her hips into him while drawling out, "Try again Malfoy."
He carried her over to the bed and slammed her down, angrily assaulting her body with rough hands to which she responded with deep moans. The Slytherin then eased up, pulled up her dress and circled her bundle of nerves through the soaking wet lace beige panties. Her tan skin contrasted nicely, making Malfoy realize again, that she wasn't who he thought she was. Bookworm with a tan, that wasn't logical now was it? She yelped and moaned as he sped up with his talented fingers and he smirked at her, the trademark Malfoy smirk.
"Not enough yet?" He grinned.
Hermione writhed underneath his sculpted body and she looked into his pools of silvery grayness, in physical pain from being denied the release her body needed.
"Oh God, Malfoy, please…"
"We're not on a first name basis yet, Hermione?"
As her name rolled of his tongue, he grabbed her panties and pulled them down her thighs and legs, and flung them into a dark corner of the room.
It was useless to say Hermione was hardly fazed by his caresses but she always held her own. She merely caught his eye, her gaze burning into his till his finger's ministrations on her center were becoming too much.
She held in the inevitable moan and he sped up, not being able to get his mind off their current state and his own throbbing member.
"Draco, Draco please, I need you," she moaned out and instantaneously, his finger slit within her slick folds while his other hand held down her thigh.
"That's what I like to hear," he said, slipping in another finger and gaining the satisfying panting he was looking for.
Faster and faster he pumped into her, more and more she panted and she began saying his name over and over again. The beautiful, smart, rebellious, and proud Gryffindor was nothing but a puddle of screams underneath him and his cock twitched with anticipation. He put in another two fingers, stretching her for his size, and she accordingly met his thrusts with her own, throwing her head back in pleasure.
"Hermione, god…" He panted.
His fingers slipped out of her and she moaned at the loss ass he lifted them to his mouth, licking off her juices. He continued applying pressure to her clit with his other hand, as she watched through heavy lids with a lusty gaze underneath him. She lifted herself off the bed and pushed him down, quickly ridding the boy of his unnecessary black button down shirt and pushing it off his shoulders.
As she admired his toned body he grinned, "Like what you see…" and with that Hermione undid his belt and trousers as he lifted up to help her rid him of unnecessary garments.
"Now you're wearing too much," he stated blatantly, yearned to see lots more of her smooth skin that was shining from the moon's light bouncing off it.
On top of her prey, she smiled coyly and stepped off the bed and he groaned at the loss of her skin on his body entirely.
"What are y-" he started, sitting up, but quickly stopped as he watched her sway in front of the bed to the music infiltrating the room from the parties going on around them and unzip her dress, agonizingly slow.
He felt himself moan at the sight of her figure in motion on its own, and fell back on his elbows, never taking his lust filled eyes away from her tantalizing ones. As her dress fell, his cock twitched and she closed her eyes knowingly, and the sides of her mouth turned up in pure pleasure at the thought. Before she could open then, Draco's hands were unhooking her red strapless bra that he threw to the ground, although she looked good enough to eat with or without it. He picked her up, and she wrapped both of her legs around his waist. Both were staring into each other's eyes with something was brimming, ready to explode. He wordlessly pushed her back onto the bed and kneaded both her breasts, before taking the left one in his mouth.
"Ah, Draco, Dra-" she was cut off by a loss of breath as his fully erect member ground into her dripping wet center and she desperately needed more.
"Yes, love?" he whispered seemingly to her left breast, and his cool breath made it harden as he started on the other, then her abdomen and inner thighs.
She was already a moaning mess before he even got to ask, "What is it you need, Hermione?"
She she groaned in response, he ran a finger over her soft spot and her entire back arched.
"Mm, what was that?" he asked again, then returned to sucking dangerously high on her inner thigh.
"Draco, I need more of you, give me more."