Disclaimer: This is the first Dramione story I have ever written and I am so excited to finally go through with it. I got the idea for the plot and the title while in France. I was pissed off and wanted to slap Tom Felton's beautiful face because I have an obsession, haha…and then it turned in a different direction and became fanfiction. Reviews are very encouraged and Draco may just peck you on the lips if you do…
Slap me, Granger
Chapter 1:
Creak creak. Creak creak.
Draco woke with a start. Again.
Goddamn it, he cursed inwardly.
The neighbors were at it again.
Loud strings of curse words floated from the apartment next door.
"Goddamn you Muggles," Draco punched his pillow in frustration.
Ever since Potter defeated the Dark Lord seven years ago, Draco and his family became outcasts of the wizarding community because of their former loyalties during the war. After stuck inside the Malfoy Manor, reliving the memories of the horrid past, both Lucius and Narcissa went mad. Draco committed them to St. Mungo's and never saw them since; he couldn't bear to see them like that. The remembered nothing but the screams of fallen victims and green sparks from his wand.
Draco shuttered and tried to go back to sleep.
When he too was consumed by the shouts and sobs of the innocent, he decided to sell the Manor to the Ministry and start anew.
Easier said than done.
Creak creak. Creak creak.
"Fuck."
The neighbor's bed had been creaking like that for the past four nights. At the same hour and for the same length of time. What was their problem? As if living in a Muggle apartment wasn't bad enough, he had to listen to wall banging sex and he hadn't had any for-well, to be perfectly honest, he hadn't known a woman intimately since before the war. It had been a long time to say the least.
Creak creak. Creak creak.
Goddamn it.
Draco rolled over in his bed and checked his watch.
7:00 am.
Damn, almost time for work.
He crawled out from his sheets, chest glistening in sweat from the heat. He stripped his silk boxers (yes, he still had the Malfoy fortune despite losing everything else) and padded over the cold floor and down the hallway tot eh shower. As he turned the faucet ion and felt the chilling water drip down his back, he closed his eyes and thought again.
After the war and the trials which proved his "innocence", he was placed under house arrest and was forced to live in a non-magical community. They insisted he had to learn to "mingle with the Muggles". Rolling his eyes at this, he poured shampoo into his hands and lathered it in his soft hair.
It wouldn't be so bad if those Muggles stopped fucking their skin raw.
He grimaced as he heard a throaty moan from the other side of the wall.
He hadn't had a woman in so long… so long…
Hermione Granger was satisfied.
Well, mostly satisfied.
She worked with Harry and Ron at the Ministry as a top Auror, she lived in her own apartment, she had a whole two walls devoted to her favorite books. As she stepped into the bathroom, she glowered at her appearance. She had filled out over the years. Her breasts had grown to D-cups and she had more hip than she cared to acknowledge. Her mother said many time that men loved her type of body but she found no proof of this. All she found were rude pigs interested in twigs. Which was why, when she finally moved into her own apartment several weeks ago, she indulged herself in the best dildo money could buy. Of course, she added her own touch, casting charms and spells on it to make it feel as realistic as possible. But it still wasn't the same. It never would be. Every so often at night, she'd lay awake and think about the feeling of a strong man's arms wrapped tightly around her waist, lifting her onto a soft, plush bed to ravish her to the core. She wondered what it would be like to outline the jaw of her lover and whether it would be smooth or rough with stubble? And if his hands were rough from work, with calluses and cuts and scars? She sighed very loudly and shook herself out of her reverie, stepping into the shower and allowing the warm water from the faucet to drown her troubles away.
Draco was late for work.
Again.
After pulling on his trousers and white button down shirt, he grabbed his suit jacket and hustled out of the apartment, accidentally forgetting his keys inside.
When he realized this, he cursed himself because the door automatically locked and since he was under house arrest, he wasn't allowed to use magic outside of work.
"Merlin's beard," he muttered, clenching his teeth and kicking the door in frustration.
At that exact moment, he noticed a young woman coming out of the apartment next to his. Probably that slut who was making all that damn noise last night-
"Granger?!" Draco spluttered.
Hermione had turned around and was just as shocked as Draco.
"Malfoy?"
"What the bloody hell are you doing here?" he squinted at her in deep suspicion.
Surely, she couldn't be…
"Uhm, I live here."
He raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth to speak before bursting into laughter. When he returned to himself, he noticed Granger angrily staring at him.
"Oh, come one, Granger. You can't be serious," he drawled.
"With all the money you get as a top Auror, this is what you can afford? Salazar's socks, what does Weaselbee live in? A cardboard shack? As if that's much of an upgrade for him anyway."
Draco smirked, chuckling to himself while Hermione glared at him, sulking.
"At least I'm not on house arrest and didn't lock myself out of my own apartment," she huffed.
He rolled his eyes before she continued.
"And for your information, Ron is in a very nice apartment, happily living with his new-"
She stopped herself. It still hurt talking about it.
Draco quirked up an eyebrow and curled his lips into his signature smirk.
"His new what? New-new girlfriend?" he cracked a broader grin.
"You're not dating the Weasel anymore? He found someone better than you? Oh, this is rich!"
He clapped his hands together in mockery and smirked wider.
Her cheeks turned red and she crossed her arms over her chest.
"As a matter of fact, he does have a new girlfriend. And I'm very happy for the both of them. He can do whatever he likes, it's not my problem. It never was," She huffed, turning to leave.
"Just like in school, always defending all the helpless and stupid."
Malfoy snickered to himself.
Just as she was about to leave, he chuckled again and said, "And just who was that man who was thoroughly pleasuring you last night?"
Her eyes widened.
He had known about that? Since when? She swore she had put a Silencing Charm on the room…
Hermione's face flushed and she averted Draco's eyes.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said breathlessly, beginning to look around for her wand.
He caught her wrist, holding her softly as a captive for a moment before looking her steadily in the eye.
"You're a horrible liar, Granger."
That was the last straw for Hermione as she raised her hand up in the air, slapping him hard and fast across the face.
And with that, she wrenched herself from his grip and Disapparated into thin air.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! Smut will be coming soon!