It had been a week since their confrontation in the empty corridor. Yet, Hermione couldn't help but still dream about it. The rush that went through her veins at the thought of doing something so bold and so unexpected was different but certainly not unwelcome. If she were really being honest to herself, she actually craved it. She craved the feeling of power that went through her when she saw Malfoy's eyes roll into his head, the lust that consumed her, it far surpassed anything she had ever felt. She realised then why people became addicted to sex. This rush of adrenaline could not be achieved anywhere else.
With the thought of smouldering silver eyes, and messy blonde hair burning in her mind, her hand sneaked down between her legs for what seemed like the millionth time that week. This time, it was HER eyes rolling into the back of her head, as she imagined Malfoy's deep groans echoing around her. She finished with a start as she realised where she was; on her bed in the dorm, with the door unlocked where anyone could have walked in anytime. Especially now that Harry had figured out how to come up to her dorm without breaking a couple of his teeth.
She really ought to do something about that, she thought. And with that, she soon fell into a deep sleep, the feeling of being enveloped in strong, muscular arms not really leaving her.
At the same time, Draco Malfoy furiously worked his wrist, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he imagined a small hand fisting in his hair, hazel eyes staring deep into his own silver orbs. He could almost feel her faint vanilla scent, even a week after he had been alone with her. No matter how many times he relieved himself, how many girls he tried to pick up, he kept going back to that night where everything shifted, where his world tilted just a little.
His mind replayed her mischievous words again and again and again like a broken mixtape and he couldn't get enough of her sweet, musical voice. It did not matter what he did, because at the end of the day, he would go to sleep with the image of a gorgeous angel with bushy hair, slightly protruding teeth and biggest smile ever.
He couldn't exactly pinpoint when this started, when he stopped seeing her as Mudblood Granger and started seeing her as Hermione Granger.
Not sure when he stopped demeaning her and started appreciating her. Not sure when she went from hideously unappealing to downright hypnotising. It started slowly, innocuously. Little things like not referring to her as Mudblood in his thoughts anymore, but saying Granger and eventually moving on to Hermione, not sneering at her every time he saw her, instead of making crude comments at her, he simply ignored her. He didn't even notice these changes, they were so small. And then they went on to bigger things. Things like dreaming of a girl always with her back to him. He never saw her face but that bushy brown hair was unique, that vanilla scent mixed with something that was almost completely Hermione Granger and even in his unconscious state, he could identify who visited him in his dreams every night.
His legs suddenly went limp, sweat running down his face, and stars blinking in his eyes and he sank down on to the cold bathroom tiles, a musical laugh still ringing in his head.
Their next meeting was two weeks later. By then, Hermione had decided she wanted to feel that rush again. So she put more effort into her appearance than ever before. She started putting makeup like she'd never done before. Before, you wouldn't see her with anything more than a thin layer of eyeliner on. Now? The makeup kit her mother had gifted her during the summer was regularly used. The changes were subtle, her cheekbones marginally higher, her lips appearing bigger, her eyes popping out that much more. Her clothes went from too loose, flowy robes to form fitting, hugging her in just the right places, accentuating her already curvy figure.
Although she did not see, for she had eyes only for one man, the boys in her year were not as oblivious to the ways in which she suddenly looked different. They stopped seeing her as Bookworm Hermione, and entertained the thought of something more. Even Harry, generally thought to be the most oblivious of them all, had started seeing Hermione as she wished she would appear to Draco; sexy and enchanting. Rom was beside himself with lust, his shallow nature rearing its head at seeing the girl he had always classed as nothing more than one of the boys as one of the most gorgous girls in the school in that point.
It was the change underneath the robes that were the biggest, though. She stopped wearing a shirt, and put on her sexiest lingerie. She wanted to make him sweat, to make him need her. And she was going to leave no stone unturned.
Draco was on the third floor corridor, books in one hand, sleeves folded up to his elbows, and one hand running through his already messy hair as he looked at a sheet of paper in his other hand. He had an adorable frown on his face.
It was this heavenly sight that Hermione chanced upon. As soon as she saw him, her eyes lit up, a smirk worthy of a Slytherin grew on her face and she walked with a small skip in her step. It was a testament to how preoccupied Draco was that he didn't even notice Hermione until she was right beside him. She pressed her body right up against his, her chest pressing against his back, just as she intended.
She covered his eyes with two small hands and said in a sing song voice, "Guess who?"
It was evident by the quick intake of breath that he was atleast somewhat aware of who was behind him.
"Granger?", He asked hesitantly, recognzing the vanilla scent, knowing that if it wasn't her, he'd be damned.
"Ten points to Slytherin.", a husky voice whispered in his ear, sending shivers down his spine. Hermione's smirk grew wider when she was this. She slowly turned him around, a little bit surprised at how he wasn't resisting at all, but not complaining.
Now that he could see her properly, his jaw dropped a little. His eyes roved up and down her body. He could clearly see the small changes makeup had done to her face. It didn't look caked on, like so many girls he saw, but it actually complimented her face. As his eyes went lower, he became painfully aware of his pants becoming more and more constricting.
He had noticed her recent choice in robes all throughout the week, it was hard not to when she walked around looking like some sort of goddess, but he had never seen her up close this week and goodness, were those robes unbuttoned? He could see green lace peeking out and Merlin help him, it was doing delicious things to his body.
He would've never have thought that she could have such an effect on him. But as he looked at her, really looked at her, he realized that you couldn't help but be enamoured by her because she was the type of beauty that grew on you.
Hermione Granger was an acquired taste, you had to learn to appreciate her, and he was quickly coming to do just the same.
Meanwhile, Hermione could see the flare of heat that rose in his eyes as his gaze moved across her and she couldn't help the slight blush that rose up on her cheeks at the intensity of his eyes when they met hers. But she knew she couldn't falter, she had to make him sweat. So she stood up on her tiptoes, her mouth going straight for his ear once again. She could hear his breath falter, and couldn't help but feel a little proud of herself.
"Granger, wh-what are you-?" His voice had taken on that deep tone heknew he usually reserved for the bedroom.
"Shh Draco, just relax. I want you to enjoy what I've prepared for you." Hermione whispered in his ear, while silently guiding him to the alcove she knew was there behind the statue of the Hag. She sat him down on a ledge, placed her leg on either side of him and sat down right in the middle of his lap. Malfoy's eyes grew improbably wide as he saw Hermione Granger, the cause of his daydreams and blue balls, settle down on his lap, her intoxicating vanilla scent warmly enveloping his senses like an aphrodisiac all on its own.
With a smirk on her red face, Hermione's mouth started working on his ear, alternating between nibbling and blowing slightly. Sometimes, she bit him with just a tad more force than she should've and that was when she was she rewarded with Draco Malfoy, the reason for her many sleepless nights, groaning. Her right hand crept up his chest, feeling the impressive ridges there.
Slowly, she grew even more emboldened. Her other hand started down to the the bulge that had been teasing her all this while. "Are you enjoying this, Draco? Think you can handle some more?" She whispered in between her assault on his ear. The only thing he could manage was, "Yes Hermione, oh Merlin, Yes. Just don't stop"
With a new burst of energy, she gently caressed his bulge over the pants, and heard Draco swear when he realised what just happened. She let out a breath herself and pushed herself up higher, not wanting the Slytherin coloured lingerie she was wearing to go to waste. She knew exactly when he noticed it when she heard another deep groan coming from his deliciously pink lips. She released his ear with a 'pop', gave it one last kiss and pulled back to look at Malfoy, both her hands never stopping. His eyes were closed, sweat dripping down his forehead, and his jaw clenched.
Suddenly, his eyes opened, almost as if he felt her looking at him. The hand that was stroking him went up to touch his face. Hermione tilted her head in wonder as he stared at her with those impossibly silver eyes of his. She never noticed how intricate they were. They were dark grey, melting into a pool of silver swirling with emotions. A small smile grew on her face, unlike the smirk she had been wearing all evening.
The smile blossoming on her face immediately prompted him to form one of his own. His hands, that were somehow resting on her waist, squeezed lightly and she gave out a giggle. Draco closed his eyes for just a second because in this world plagued by war and hate, her laugh was one of the most precious things he had ever seen.
He never wanted her to stop laughing, to ever lose that wide eyed look on her face. With that thought he leaned in, "Granger." He whispered.
But as his lips were about to touch hers, she suddenly pulled back. Her smile transformed into the cheeky smirk she'd been wearing a few seconds earlier.
She winked at him, and sung "Maybe next time, if you've been a good boy, Draco."
And with that she strutted away, leaving him with a gobsmacked expression once again. He never saw the look of pure joy in her eyes or the quick pants of breath she was taking. He didn't see she was just as affected by him, if not more.
So this was Part Two :") The next one (and there will be a next one without doubt) would most definitely be in Draco's favor, he's had enough dont you think? ;) I hope you enjoyed it, and please review, tell me what you think, and what you'd like to see :") (edited- 3/3/17)