A.N Well I officially suck! You guys went too long without an update and I'm supper sorry about that! T.T Don't hate me! I got wrapped up in this AMAZING Twilight Fanfiction, The Submissive by tara sue me. Amazing story and I absolutely love it! If you are into Twilight you should check it out. Anyways! I finally have the LAST chapter all typed up. Only because I was so excited and I had to write it all out before I forgot it. There will be three more chapters in this story. Maybe four? This weekend will be busy for me but I'll try and get something done! Enjoy!

Song: Foolish Games by Jewel

...You were always the mysterious one with dark eyes and careless hair...
...You were fashionably sensitive, but too cool to care...
...Then you stood in my doorway, with nothing to say...

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...This is my heart bleeding before you this is me down on my knees...
...These foolish games are tearing me apart...
...Your thoughtless words are breaking my heart...

Chapter 3

Games

Recap

Now he could coax out the little vixen he was sure she had. The one he had dreamed of. Malfoy shivered at the thought. It was going to be an interesting few weeks.

**Later That Night***

Hermione lay still, silently staring at the ceiling. How could her body betray her? How was it humanly possible that she could lay there in the middle of the night thinking of him? The thought of his lips crashing upon hers caused warmth to shoot through her abdomen. Hermione bit her lip. 'How could I…' She felt her cheeks flare with anger. 'How could he? How could I let him…'

Malfoy was playing a game with her, she was sure of it. He was simply working her up bending her to his will. Hermione found herself wondering if she really minded being under his spell. Was it really so bad?

Hermione shook her head and sat up slowly from his bed. How could she even think such thoughts with news of Harry being so close by? "Harry…" His name rolled off her tongue so easily. It was so safe and familiar. Hermione longed to see Harry again. Even if only for a moment, only so she could apologize for worrying him. Hermione turned her gaze from the ceiling to the window.

Figures and shadows danced over the estate. She knew none belong to Harry. Her heart tightened and for a moment she blindly prayed that Harry wouldn't come for her. Hermione didn't want Harry to die… Not for her.

After Malfoy had kissed Hermione, she knew. She knew it was at that moment that everything was going to change. Whether it was for good or bad had yet to be seen. There was a small lingering voice in the back of her head that pleaded with her. It wanted more of Malfoys attention. It was a voice she'd shut out ages ago. Hermione didn't wish for it to rise again.

It often pushed her into thinking about Malfoy. What it would be like to be with him and not Harry or Ron. She found herself wondering what if she'd been a pure blood. What would happen if she was good enough for him? Would Malfoy find her attractive? Would he pursue her?

Hermiones breath hitched as she heard him open the bedroom door.

Slowly his figure entered the room. It was dark but the moon gave enough light to illuminate the outline of his figure. Hermione could hear the ruffle of his cloak, and the soft gliding whoosh of his dresser drawers.

Malfoy pulled his cloak down roughly and threw it carelessly on the floor. He slipped his clothes off with ease and began rummaging through his drawer for his pajama pants. The soft rustle of his bed sheets startled him. Malfoy jumped slightly and turned quickly clad only with his boxers. He squinted for a moment before recognizing the soft silhouette of Hermione.

A smirk tugged at his lips. So she was awake? He let the silky material of his pajama pants fall from his hands back into the drawer. Malfoy flicked his wrist snapping the dresser shut. He'd forgotten she was going to be sleeping with him. Malfoy grinned wickedly as he walked toward Hermiones side of the bed.

"You are still awake?" He murmured as he slowly stopped near the edge of the bed. Not more than a foot away from Hermione.

Hermione slowly leaned back, she was uneasy about Malfoys choice of clothing. "I… I Couldn't sleep." She stammered. Even thought it was dark she could not meet his gaze. Her eyes drifted to her lap as she rung the sheets through her fingers.

Malfoy smirked as he reached for Hermiones chin tilting it upwards so he could get a better look of her. Even in the darkness he could tell she was blushing. Her body squirmed under his gaze and he loved it. Malfoy loved watching her react to him it drove him crazy. He could see she was wearing a tank top and boy cut boxer pajama set. It wasn't the most appealing thing he'd imagined her in but it would do. "Lay down." Malfoy ordered.

A soft gasp left Hermiones lips as she thought for a moment. She didn't know what to do. If she gave into him Hermione wasn't sure what he would do to her. "I… I…" Her body went rigid for a moment as she sat still.

"I said lay down. It wasn't a request." Malfoy snapped snidely as he waited for Hermione to do as he wished. Breaking her would be difficult but he'd show her. He'd show Hermione who her life belonged to. As long as she belonged to him Hermione wouldn't have much say in anything. She was alive because of him and she owed him much.

Hermione felt her heart quicken as he spoke. The dull throb of her abdomen kicked back in. Her mind went numb for a moment as she slipped own onto her side. Hermione slowly slipped her hands under her pillow. Her gaze never broke from Malfoy. Why did she so willingly do what he asked? 'What is wrong with me?' Her mind screamed.

A smirk tugged at Malfoys lips as Hermione laid down. Slowly he climbed onto the bed, close to her feet. His lower thighs brushed against hers as he slipped over her body. The contact sent a burning sensation through him and he had to hold back a groan. Gradually he lowered himself behind Hermione. Their skin was so close, his body just floating next to hers. Malfoy could feel her body's warmth calling to him. He raised his hand slowly and hovered it over her shoulders, his could feel her small hairs stand against his palm.

Hermione felt her heart pound in her head. What was he doing to her? She clung to the pillow and bit her lip. Her breath hitched as his hand worked lower over her curves. There was a need to have him touch her, her body wanted to just jump into his hands. Hermione bit her lip harder when he moved over her lower hips. She nearly jumped out of her skin when he began to blow on the back of her neck. Shivers ran up and down her spine and goosebumps littered her body.

The way Hermione squirmed ever so slightly was very arousing to Malfoy. The thought of having such control over her made his head spin, a darker more primitive Malfoy seemed to emerge. It was one that only cared about bending Hermione to his will, to get her to submit to him. Slowly as he reached Hermiones shorts his hand finally fully touched her flesh. His fingers snaked around the elastic waste. They dipped under for a brief moment and pulled gently at the material. "What are you feeling?" Malfoy growled huskily in Hermiones ear gently nipping at its lobe.

There was a moment of utter confusion. Hermione could feel her heart pound even harder and she swore Malfoy could hear it. Her breath hitched and another shiver ran down her spine as he nipped at her. There was a fog that hung in her mind and she couldn't think straight. What was she meant to stay? 'Stop!' Her mind screamed but only for a moment as it was suddenly distracted by Malfoys hand stroking her stomach and working its way upwards. "I…" Hermione whispered.

Malfoys hands traveled upwards, tracing Hermiones smooth silky skin. He nipped against at her ear lobe. "Tell me." He purred seductively. "Tell me what I'm doing to you." He cooed as his hand gently cupped Hermiones breast.

Hermione felt his hand touch her breast and she instinctively jumped forward away from Malfoy. Before she knew what was happening Malfoy snaked his other arm around her and pulled her roughly back to his chest. Hermione gasped as Malfoy caught her budded nipple between his fingers and began massaging it rather aggressively. "St…Stop" Hermione panted as the pooled heat in her abdomen began to grow, a dull throb between her legs was beginning to build as well.

"Answer me." Malfoy growled ignoring Hermiones plea. He could feel her body reacting to him. The way her nipples hardened under his touch, the heat of her skin, her ragged breath.

Some distant part of Hermiones mind wondering if she told Malfoy what he wanted to hear if he'd stop his torture. She had no other option but to give him what he wanted. 'Right?' Logical Hermione was gone, desperate Hermione was in and willing to do whatever to took to get him to stop. "Nervous." She muttered through a hissed moan when Malfoy flicked her other swollen buds.

Malfoy smirked, she was slowly giving into him. It wouldn't be much longer. Ever so slowly he slipped his fingers down Hermiones heated flesh. He could feel her heart racing and he couldn't miss her panted breath. Malfoy pulled at the elastic waist band of her bottoms. "Relax. I'm going to make you feel in ways you never have." He smirked cockily as he heard Hermione gasp.

It was all Hermione could do not to faint right there. Was he serious? Were they really going to do this? Was she really going to let him! But it was to late his hand was already stroking at her lips, and Hermione knew she was already damp. A blush stained her cheeks. How could he make her feel this way? 'Why…'

Malfoy groaned as his fingers felt her damp lips. She was already so excited for he felt himself twitch painfully. Slowly his fingers crept between her folds and flicked her swollen bud. Hermione jerked in his arms and released a startled moan. Gently he held her against his chest.

Hermione pleaded with her body to hate his touch. To find it repulsing but it didn't, it wanted more. It wanted the throbbing to end and the pressure to be released. She gasped as she felt one of his long fingers enter her. It felt amazing as he stroked her clit and pushed his finger inside of her. Her breath hitched and for a moment wondered why she wanted him to stop.

Malfoy slowly slipped another finger into Hermione. He watched her intently. The way her body arched ever so slightly as he sunk in deeper and how she seemed to pout when they left her. His smirk never faded. This was what he wanted, her withering under him whimpering at the pleased he gave her.

The pressure built, it was building quickly. Hermione moaned as Malfoy slipped in yet another finger. She was stretching over him but it felt so amazing she didn't care. Her hips bucked instinctively. Hermiones mind spun and she could no longer think logically, the only thing she wanted was release and she didn't care how she got it. "Please." She whispered into her pillow doing her best to muffle her voice.

Malfoy was shocked to her hear voice. He hadn't expected her to say anything, he thought she'd simply suffer in silence. But that wasn't the case. Hermione wanted it, wanted him to push her over the edge. He groaned at the thought. His fingers reached deeper into her and his thumb stroked more feverishly. He arched his fingers as they continued to move in and out of her, searching.

Hermione gasped and squirmed, her body was close. She could almost taste it. 'Just a little bit more.' Her mind screamed. Malfoys fingers were working magic on her. Suddenly they brushed against something. "Oh god." Hermione murmured as she Malfoy brush it again and again. "Oh."

Malfoy smirked he'd found what he was looking for. "Cum." He growled low in Hermiones ear nipping her neck.

Suddenly Hermione felt her walls tighten. "Oh!" She arched upwards and gasped. 'So close, almost there.' Her mind chanted as she bucked one final time against his hands. A sudden numbness covered her body as she felt her body jerk. Hermiones walls tighten and released over Malfoys fingers. She groaned into her pillow.

Malfoy bit his lip as she squirmed and jerked against him. The sounds of her orgasm were as sweet as he'd thought they'd be. He watched as she panted shock still on her face. He wondered what was going through her mind. Slowly he slid his fingers out of Hermione.

Hermione lay as still as she could. Her breath slowly returned to normal and she closed her eyes tightly. 'What have I done?' She whimpered in her mind. How could she let him touch her like that? In such an intimate way. Hermione sighed heavily and buried herself into her pillows. She tried desperately to ignore how close Malfoy was, how badly she wanted him to keep touching her. Her mind was still foggy but now it was with a mixture of satisfaction and sleep.

Malfoy tugged Hermione closer once more. He could feel his hardon throbbing against her backside. How he wished he could just flip her over and ravish her again but he knew he was pushing his luck.

Hermione whimpered softly at the feeling of Malfoy twitching hardon at her backside. Anger flared within her as her mind slowly registered it was her that had caused him to become excited. "I hate you." She whispered spitefully into her pillow.

"Shut up and go to sleep Granger." Malfoy growled. "Unless you want to be punished again." He sneered gently thrusting his hips so she'd catch his means of punishment.

Hermione gasped and bit her tongue. 'Bastard.' She kept her eyes tightly and held her breath only hoping sleep would claim her quickly.

A.N So that is it for now. I wasn't sure how exactly this chapter was going to be recieved. I hope you all enjoy it and please review! PLEASE!