Hate, lust and Draco Malfoy pt2
Hermione had not been able to stop thinking about Draco the next day. She remembered the rush of heat and lust that ran through her veins as Draco lay on top of her, kissed her lips, trapped her hands above her head and fucked her without a care in the world. It was the most exhilarating experience she had ever had, now that she thought about it.
She had slept with Ron, of course, but that was different because they had never hated each other, not deep down. They had been together for a good few months before they had lost their virginities to each other. What happened with Draco was such a strange and thrilling thing that, even for an intelligent witch, she didn't know why she loved fucking someone she hated. Why was that?
After she had got all the information she needed from the library that day, after Draco's abrupt arrival and just as abrupt exit, Hermione had left Hogwarts school and went back to the ministry feeling confused and horny. Ha! She thought, miserably. It's just like when I was younger falling for Victor and then Ron and having that strange little crush on Tonks for a while.
On her day off from the Ministry, Hermione made her way to Hogwarts in search of Draco. She had no idea if he would be here. She couldn't recall ever hearing where he worked so her best options were to 'accidentally' bump into him in Hogwarts or ask one of the professors.
She was halfway to Dumbledore's old office when she heard a loud, boisterous laugh from behind her, on the other end of the hall. A chill ran down her spine and she froze in the middle of the hall. She knew that laugh. She had hated that laugh once but now it was full of sensual, hateful, lustful promise. Heat rushed to Hermione's loins and she swallowed hard.
"Granger!" He shouted. "Fancy seeing you here!" hard-footed steps made their way toward her, getting louder with each step. Hermione slammed her eyes shut. For some reason she couldn't bring herself to turn and face Draco Malfoy though every syllable that slipped easily from his tongue made her body weak.
"Something wrong?" he asked silkily, softly. Hermione opened her eyes when she felt, rather than heard, Draco tip-toe around her to face her.
"Hello." she croaked through a dry mouth. Draco just smiled in return though it was anything but innocent. Hermione got a strong impression that Draco was thinking the same thing as she.
"What's your little mission this time, Granger?" he asked. "Another trip to the library?" While his words were friendly and soft, his tone was dripping with sex. He really was thinking the same thing as she was but she never considered the second time being in the library again. She had thought of many, of any, of every place on the school grounds. The astrology tower under the moonlight, the common room in front of a roaring fire, beside the lake, in her old dormitory, in his old dormitory (where she imagined the loaded air of male sweat and cum that made that particular fantasy very arrousing) and, of course, in the library only this time it was steamer, longer and wilder.
Hermione shook her head and she gained confidence, remembering a fantasy in which she was dominating. "Why, yes I do have a mission." She raised her chin defiantly and turned away from Draco slightly. "But it's not really an official errand. It's more...for pleasure." She put as much emphasis on the last word as she could, waiting only when she was standing beside him did she lean forward to breathe the words onto his undoubtedly hot skin.
"For pleasure, huh?" Draco smirked at her out of the corner of his eye and Hermione had another rush of electric lust. She supressed a shiver, turned on her heel and was facing his back. When he realised she wasn't going to walk back round he turned to face her, making sure to stand as close as possible without touching.
Hermione smirked back and nodded. "Well, you know how much a love books. I just can't..." She placed a delicate hand on the collar of Draco's black robes. "Resist..." she continued, gouging Draco's reaction. He was staring into her eyes, unblinking, waiting for her next move. He was clearly enjoying himself. "...a good...long...read... In the library." she finished, staring back at the man whom she couldn't resist.
Draco suddenly broke eye contact and walked away from Hermione, with the air of a man on his own mission. He turned back to say, "Funny. I was just on my way there." and then he lifted his hand and motioned her toward him with his index finger. Hermione followed quickly, not caring if she seemed eager.
"Oh? There's something in the library you need too? What a coincidence." Hermione said, trying to sound casual and teasing but it mostly just sounded sarcastic.
"It's not in there yet." Draco's voice went dark. Hermione looked sharply at him but he was staring ahead, picking up speed.
It wasn't long before Draco barged his way into the library. He didn't bother to shut the door before he had pinned Hermione to the nearest wall, slamming his wet, hungry mouth on hers. Hermione craved it and pulled him close to her. Draco groaned deep in the back of his throat, a noise of pure arrousal. He pulled her away from the wall and pushed her down onto the nearest desk that was right in plain sight of the library doors and the librarian's desk which was conveniently vacant.
Draco kept on kissing her hungrily just as Hermione wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, trying to grind against him but it was no use with so much clothing. So Hermione grabbed for Draco's trousers, fiddling with the buttons, when Draco helped by shoving them to the floor and pulling Hermione's trousers off with just as much ease, as if he had done this a thousand times.
Somehow they had never lost skin contact throughout the declothing and furious kissing and just as quickly was Draco forcing himself into a very wet Hermione Granger. She moaned loudly. She had felt his length and size before but it was still a shock to her hypersensitive body.
Draco grinned down at her as he pumped into her, hard. "I can't believe it's only been a day." he gasped. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you."
"Me neither." Hermione groaned in delicious pleasure when she suddenly felt a large, skilled hand stimulating her clitoris. "Oh." she breathed.
Draco lifted Hermione's legs onto his shoulders, grabbed her hips and pulled himself out of her so that the tip was teasing her aching entrance. She gasped from the sudden disappearance of pleasure but then Draco shoved himself hard into her, making the desk groan with the strain.
Hermione tried to find something to sink her nails into. Her body was tensing amazingly, better than even the last time with Draco. She moved her legs down to his waist once more and pulled Draco's bright blond head toward her, pulling him on top of her. Draco managed to push her further up the desk so that he could rest his knees on it. He then leant back down over Hermione and kissed her with a passion that wasn't just lust. It took her by surprise but before she could say anything Draco was nibbling on her neck, gently clamping her skin and sucking hard. He did that all over one side of her neck and it felt like he was trying to mark his territory by leaving bruises all over her neck.
Draco buried his face in Hermione's neck, continued nibbling gently while he fucked her hard enough to make the table groan each time.
A sharp pain in her neck made Hermione dig her nails into Draco's robe-clad back. He moaned in pleasure, leaned up from her, seized her hands and held them over her head against the table. Hermione smiled up at him.
"Just like old times." She mused as Draco pulled almost completely away only to slam into her hard, reaching her g-spot. Hermione moaned and arched her chest up. Draco did it again and again and again and Hermione was just about ready to burst.
"Let me cum." She complained loudly, without meaning to.
Draco laughed low in his throat. "Why? Want it to be over?" his voice had deepened to what sounded like a growl.
All Hermione could do was shake her head until her whole body was thrust up the desk for one last time before Draco picked up speed, almost out, all the way in. It was relentless and exciting and after another minute or two it stopped. Draco came into her, his eyes closed in ecstacy. He loosened his grip on her hands but didnt let go. He moved his hips gently, letting himself empty completely into her. Hermione couldn't help but stare at the man above her, so handsomely aged and impossibly sexy.
She was almost totally sure she felt no resentment to him whatsoever now, watching as Draco lowered his gaze to hers and looked at her like she was only woman he had ever laid eyes on. It felt incredibly intimate.
For some reason it made her uncomfortable. Fucking a boy she used to hate was one thing but having him love her was another thing altogether and it just felt so wrong.
"What's wrong? Did I do something?" Draco seemed genuinely concerned as he pulled up his trousers and helped Hermione sit up. She avoided eye contact.
"Yes. Everything's fine. That was...amazing. Incredible." She said, stealing a glance. "Um." she muttered, jumping off the desk to pull her knickers up. Draco's cum was dripping out of her but she didn't care.
"Wait. Hermione." She felt his hand gently tilt her head up to his. She was sure she had never seen so much emotion in one look. "What's wrong? Please tell me."
Hermione shook her head and headed out of the library. She was sure, without a doubt, something had just changed between them for good.
