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WARNING: This chapter contains inappropriate Draco Malfoy moments. Enjoy:)
Chapter 3
What the bloody hell happened last night? Draco awoke in his dorm alone and confused. Blaise must've already gone down to breakfast. He stretched his long arms over his head and yawned. He'd hardly gotten any sleep because he stayed up all night listening to Granger wine her ass off, oh and he had ate her out. Malfoy thought about what had happened to every slightest detail he could recall, to his surprise he looked down to find himself getting a hard on. "Shit," he said aloud without meaning to and got up from his bed and went into the bathroom.
He closed the lid to the toilet and sat down while removing himself from the slit of his boxers. He took hold of himself and images of Granger's wet, aroused, arching pussy came into view. He rubbed himself through his hands up and down slowly before picking up the pace as he pictured himself entering her. He'd rub his thumb just over the tip when he'd think of her tongue mixing with his. With every movement of his hands, he thought of himself pumping into her as hard and as fast as he possibly could. It didn't take long until he could feel himself ready to splurge. With the last thought of her he'd make it the best; he imagined her clenching around him as she herself had leaked all around his length. This sent him over the edge and he slowed his hand and tightens his grip at the top as his seamen squirted an inch out and ran down his shaft.
After he'd finished cleaning himself up and put on his school robes he noticed the time and had seen he'd missed breakfast. He ran out of the dorm and through the common room and up past the exit of the tower. He'd arrived to his first class of the day, which just happened to be transfiguration, the class room he and Granger had occupied last night. He wasn't late so there weren't any odd looks as he entered the room and looked for a place to sit. His eyes scanned the room and he headed for his normal seating arrangement with Blaise and Pansy, but Granger caught his eye. She was sitting with Weasley, perfectly straight and hands folded in her lap. Weasley was hunched over her obviously whispering some sort of an apology. Once Malfoy took his normal seat the class had begun. But he was more focused on what was happening in Hermione's direction. Weasley had been whispering to her continuously and plopped a small kiss on her cheek. He didn't understand why, but a bolt of electricity shot through his body as anger started to boil under his skin. Why was she still letting him talk to her like that or even kiss her like that? Obviously she wasn't happy with him or else she wouldn't have been moaning his name last night. Plus she just looked down right uncomfortable sitting there.
The class had ended and the students were filing out and heading towards their next period. Blaise walked quickly to catch up with Malfoy but was struggling through the herd of students. "Malfoy! Wait up!" he yelled.
Malfoy turned his head, "Sorry mate! Can't! Urgent matter!" and he raced up to catch Hermione's arm and pull her aside. "What was with you last night?"
The look on her face was obvious panic from the matter of suddenly being grabbed and shoved over into an abandoned corner of the hall behind the mass of kids rushing to their next class. "I need to get to class," she said. Her facial expression was stern but he could tell she was having trouble pretending like nothing happened.
"You didn't look at me all class time! And you were snogging up your boyfriend!" his whisper was sort of a shout and he had made her jump under his grip.
"Yes Malfoy, my boyfriend! Now get off of me!" she tried to shove her way past him but he would just step back in front of her every time.
He snorted a bit of a laugh, "You didn't seem very loyal to that boyfriend when I was having you moan my name all over McGonagall's desk, did you?" He could see her anguish build up behind her brown eyes and turn her face bright red. "And don't even think about smacking me Granger, because we both know what happened last time your arms decided to have a seizure against my chest!" Her face went bright as tomato to that comment and she shoved past him with a very loud and unsettling growl of frustration.
She could pretend that nothing had happened all she wanted to. She could play the nice, loyal girlfriend card to Weasel in hopes that she'll feel better about herself, but Malfoy knew the truth. She wanted him; he could see it every time they argued like that. If she wanted to play a game, then hell, Malfoy would give it to her.
He went to his next class and tried to focus on his work and did everything possible to push that dirty, little, vixen out of his mind. He continued his shenanigans with Blaise and Adrian during charms and even messed with Daphne Greengrass. She was a pretty little thing and he thought Blaise might have a thing for her. But he'd never admit it to anyone, even to Malfoy. Blaise was more the player type of the three lads. Malfoy could get any girl of his choosing, at least before the war and before his mark. He had never cheated nor strung a girl along. He'd simply dump them when he wanted and went after the next. But now with his mark and history, the only girl that seemed to want him in the open was Pansy, and behind closed doors, Granger. Adrian has never had a girlfriend, he's had small flings, and a one night stand with a girl who was terribly drunk and never spoke to him again. Blaise was the player. Blaise was the one who would have three and half girlfriends. And by half he'd have one he was just sleeping around with while he had three girlfriends. He was a very clever lad, dating each girl from a different house and keeping them separate, pure genius. Malfoy would wonder whether Blaise would ever actually give up his status and fall for one of them. Daphne has never given Blaise the time of day considering she knows everything that happens in their little group. She's probably repulsed by him, but if she did, Malfoy wondered if Blaise would step up and be the man to actually handle a good relationship. He hoped that one day he could find someone to have a good and steady relationship with. It'd be nice to graduate with his best mate and find some lovely girls and settle down in a village somewhere and stay close. But he thought that sounded very unlikely, with Blaise being who he is and with him having the dark mark that scares any girl that comes within a twenty foot radius. Then he reluctantly thought about Granger, who had let him pleasure her for a night. She would never get off her high horse and dump Weasel for him. But who said he wanted her to? Maybe he was just fine with her sneaking around. He would happily oblige to her wanting to keep things between them secret, after all he didn't want to ruin his own reputation with his friends. But that would mean it would have to keep happening in order for him to be satisfied. He just wasn't happy fooling around with Pansy, he needed Granger. Nobody got him heated as much as she had so quickly.
The day had gone past quickly and the evening soon arrived. Draco sat at the Slytherin dinner table with Blaise, Adrian, Pansy, and Daphne. Daphne hadn't usually sat with them but apparently she and her others friends had quite a dispute over her being casual friends with Draco. Now all she had was him and the others as her real friends. They all happily took her into the group. Pansy was finally happy about not being the only girl, but Draco thought she was lying through her teeth; she was a filthy slut so being the only girl was probably golden for her. Blaise acted as though he didn't care, but Draco again saw right through him. Adrian didn't really have a say, because even if he didn't want her around, it wouldn't stop her. Sometimes he would feel sorry for Adrian, but then again it wasn't like he had ever stuck up for himself, he kind of just let them walk all over him. He knew that Adrian secretly was madly in love with Pansy but he also knew she would never be caught dead boning him. Thinking about this had given him an idea.
"Hey Pucey, come with me mate," he slapped the kid on the back to get up from the table and he did so. The two boys walked down the aisle and out of the Great Hall. They stood just outside the large wooden doors. "I'm not a fool. I see what's going on in that noggin of yours," he knocked three times on the top of Adrian's head.
"What're you ta-ta-talking about Malfoy?" he stuttered his way into pretending he hadn't a clue.
"You and your mad feels for Pans. Come on, you know she'd never go for a bloke like you. Plus-"he was interrupted by Adrian's sudden words that attempted to complete his sentence.
"She's yours. Yeah mate, I got it." Adrian was looking around the hall at nothing trying to see anything but meet Draco's eyes.
He laughed, "Nah, mate. She's yours! Have her, really." Adrian's head shot straight up to meet with Malfoy. "I'm not that into her, and just between me and you," he paused and leaned into his mates ear, "I've found a new lady I'm tryin' to reel in." he smirked and gave a sharp wink. The awkward smile revealing Adrian's bad crooked teeth grinned from ear to ear. "I'll even let you in on a little secret, she loves dirty talk and playful deserts," Again he gave another smirk.
"Playful deserts?" he questioned.
"You know crazy stuff, kinky. Get some whipped cream and bananas and show up outside her dorm when you know she's alone, she'll be throwing you against the wall before you could say something cheesy and stupid. He patted his mate on the shoulder once more and walked back to the Great Hall.
He made his way back to his friends and took his seat. Next thing he knew he was scanning the Gryffindor table for Granger. Once he found her he noticed the smile on her face. He hadn't actually seen her smile before, and if he had he hadn't paid much attention to it. Merlin, it was beautiful. The second thing he noticed was who was causing her smile, Weasel. Draco could feel his skin start to boil again. What was wrong with her? She knew about Weasley cheating on her, she had told him so. She even cheated in return! Was that it then? She just used Draco to get back at him for cheating on her first? That made no sense to him considering if she was going to use that as revenge then it would have to have been made public and since Weasley hadn't punched him in the face yet he took that as a sign that nobody knew.
He'd finished eating and everyone was still gathered around the table talking. Daphne's sister, Astoria, had joined then and sat right beside Draco. She was two years younger than them and even though she had her own friends she still came around to see her sister. He knew that she has had a crush on for a couple years now, and whether she still did after everything was unknown to him. But since Hermione was playing around he figured he'd play right back. He started to lean over Astoria and whisper flirty comments in her ear. She'd giggle now and then at the things he'd say. He finally said something extremely inappropriate and it must've gotten her quite excited because when she giggled the whole Great Hall could've heard. She smiled big, and loudly squealed his name as Hermione looked up in their direction and caught his eye. She looked furious and stormed out of the Great Hall leaving her boyfriend there in total confusion. Draco smirked and excused himself away from his friends and Astoria, who was slightly disappointed.
He followed Hermione out of the Hall several feet back so nobody would notice or suspect that he was going after her. He followed her all the way to outside the castle where he finally stopped her by tripping over something falling face first to the ground.
She spun and around and yelled, "What was that, Malfoy?!" her hands were clenched into fists and her hair was frizzy almost as if the anger in her head was steaming up her curls.
Draco stood and brushed off his knees, "A stick?" he kicked the stick out of his way and walked closer towards her trying not to wear a smirk.
She rolled her eyes, "You you what I'm talking about," she said as she folded her arms across her chest.
He looked at her and gave her the most puzzled face he could possibly morph his face into. "So what, you can have a laugh with your boyfriend while I'm supposed to just pine after you after one night where I didn't even get anything!" it wasn't a question. "I can't flirt around now? I'm not yours Granger! Get off your damn pedestal already you're not perfect anymore!" He was done shouting at her; he didn't know what else to say to her. He waited for her response but all he got was a tear running down her cheek. "Hermione…" he spoke while reaching out his hand to wipe the tear away.
Hermione stood back, "No, you're right." She wiped her own tears away, "It's not fair what I'm doing to you, I can't expe-"she cut herself off, "Did you just call me Hermione?"
Draco crooked his mouth into a half smile, "Maybe. But on total accident." Now he had to smirk. "Listen, do what you want Granger. Bone me and be with Weasley but don't act like nothing ever happened."
Hermione let out a quiet laugh, "You want me to keep dating Weasley and still fool around with you?"
"Isn't that what he's doing to you?" he wanted to smirk again but knew he probably shouldn't as she might take it the wrong way.
"Well, yes…" she put her head down out of embarrassment.
"Why don't you… why don't you just leave him?" Draco was almost scared to ask this question. He wasn't sure if he'd wanted the answer. Sure Hermione could be with him in private but what about in the open? He was Draco Malfoy, death eater and prat. She was a part of the Golden Trio. They were total opposites and yet completely the same. Draco secretly adored her intelligent side and admired her from afar for several years. He had acted as if he hated her but he'd already been attracted to her without even knowing it himself then. Whether he did like her now or not, he didn't want to hear that she didn't feel the same. And what about him? Could he be with her in public? He couldn't even answer that for himself either.
Hermione gave one look at Draco and put down her head again, "Because it's not what people expect. Everyone expects with me to be with Ron. Everyone thinks we were made for each other. Yes, all those rumors are flying around but it's supposedly not true. Draco, I shouldn't have let myself been with you that way. It was in a moment of weakness and I just let you take everything I was feeling away," she paused not because she meant to break her thought but because Draco had snorted had said, "Not everything." She let out a small laugh, "I can't believe I let you do that. That's not me. It was wrong and I'm sorry. I'm supposed to be with him and I… I love him."
Draco stopped smirking and his face became emotionless, "What?" He threw his arms up, "You've got to be kidding?!" She loves Weasley? After everything she had said about him and everything he's done to her? No, that was wrong, not what he and she had done. "You don't love him Hermione!" he shouted in her face and she jumped back. He was becoming angry and he knew if he didn't calm down he could be violent. He took a deep breathe, "You're only saying this because you feel guilty. You feel guilty because of what you want to do rather that what you think you're supposed to be doing. You're not supposed to be doing anything! You don't have to be with him…"
Now she took a step closer, "You mean, I could be with you?" she waited for a reply but all she got was a blank face. "Exactly, we live in two different worlds Draco. You couldn't be caught dead with me and I with you."
He quickly put in, "That's not true."
"But it is and you know it. Harry and Ginny would freak, Harry just wouldn't understand, and I don't even want to know Ron's reaction…"
"It wouldn't matter…" he started but failed to come up with a reason.
"You know it would Draco, I'm sorry." And almost as if it was a repeat of the night she'd left him in the class room, she set a small kiss on Draco's lips and left him standing there.
He watched as she'd walked back up to the castle and out of view. He sat down on the soft grass to think about what had just happened. She didn't deny anything he had said to her nor did she say she has no feelings for him, but she didn't say if she did either. He was so confused; he didn't know what he was going to do next. He rubbed his fingers through the short grass strings and tugged them out one but one. How could she be putting him through this right now? Why the hell did he care? She turned him on like no other. He admired her intelligence. He understood her and he thought she could understood him to. She's never once mentioned his mark or has had any problem with it. But could he really like her or did he just want to nail her? He couldn't make up his mind. But he knew the game was about to get hot and he was going to step it up.
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