Chapter 7: I'll Keep You Safe Here With Me
"We don't have to do this, Granger." he said from below her, pushing her hair back with his full hand until it fell over her back. She looked stunning straddling his waist in only her panties, her curles cascading down her back, many more black marks all over her flesh.
"I want to." she whispered, leaning down to capture his mouth with hers, his tongue pushing into her mouth causing her to moan against him.
"You told me yourself that you are a virgin. I shouldn't be your first." he reasoned, his hands none-the-less trailing down her flat stomach to slip inside her panties.
He threw his head back in lustful aggrivation as his fingers came away wet from doing so. "Merlin, you're so wet." he groaned, keeping his hand between her theighs, using the other to pull her hair back until her neck was to his level, his lips trailing down her jawline and down to her pulse. When he found it, he let his mouth stay there as his fingers moved against her center. She let out a small yell as he bit down on her pulse point, a sound he thought was the cutest he had ever heard from a woman.
"You'll have to put those brains of yours to use in the morning, beauiful." he smirked, letting his tongue run over the same patch on her neck as his other hand continued to touch her. "Because I'm about to mark you." he smiled against the crook of her neck where it met her shoulders, biting down hard enough to earn another small scream of pleasure from her lips.
She tossed her head back as his mouth stayed connected to her neck, his fingers still under her panties as he sucked on her skin.
Her chest moved up and down as her breathing became heated. One arm snaked around his neck, urging him to keep biting while her other hand pressed hard against his firm stomach. She let her fingers run across his muscle lines, slowly dragging her flat palm down lower until it reached the top of his black briefs. She felt him go rigid against her as her hand touched his hard cock as she removed his last piece of clothing.
"Granger." he exhaled, his lips kissing her neck lightly now as he removed her panties as well.
"Shh." she whispered sweetly with a smile. "It's ok." She was still flush against him, both their hands between eachother, making the other hotter with each movement. She looked up at him from under her dark lashes, stroking him almost teasingly with a small smirk playing across her lips.
She slowly lowered herself down his naked body until her knees were parted at his feet. She pressed gently on his torso, urging him to lay back. He did as she instructed, running his hand down the side of her neck and into the back of her hair, gripping it roughly at the nape.
Draco was left to stare at the ceiling of the lightless room as his old enemy slowly trailed her tongue from his stomach down to the inside of his theighs. He groaned with pleasure, tightening his grip of the back of her head causing her breath to quicken with excitement.
She didn't tease him for long. She couldn't hold back any longer then she imagined he could. She plced hot open mouth kisses down his torso before taking him in her mouth. The moment she did so, she felt him tug her hair, his roughness getting her even hotter. She pumped him in an out of her mouth, letting her tongue swirl around the base each time she came up.
"You feel so good." he groaned, his words barely comprehensive as he jerked his hips up to meet her mouth each time. "I'm about to-" he started, as if to warn her to finish with her hands or what else she couldn't guess. But she didn't want to do anything but keep going. And so she did. A few more hot seconds inside her mouth and he released with a low vibration from underneath her. Hermione flicked her tongue around his cock slowly one last time as she swalloned her prize. She smirked cunningly up at him as she licked her top lip, throwing her hair over one shoulder.
"If you want us to stop, you have got to stop looking at me like that." he breathed, sitting up and snagging her down on top of him by her waist. He reached his other hand up to push her hair out of her face, resting it on the side of her neck. His thumb ran across her cheek as she leaned into it with a smile he knew she only let him see. It was her genuine, content smile. And it nearly made him fall apart.
"If I wanted to stop, I don't think I would be in your bed." she replied, her warm breath hitting his lips underneath her as she spoke. She leaned down just barely, kissing him differently then she had been all night. He wasn't sure if she noticed, but he definately did. It wasn't rough or passionate or lustful. It was... Draco raked his mind for the right word as he let his tongue run along her lips. He felt her smile against his kiss as he softly bit her bottom lip, dragging it into his mouth.
And then she kissed him again and he found the word he was looking for.
She was sweet. Hermione Granger, the girl naked on top of him was a sweet, sweet girl. And for the first time all night, she kissed him like one. And he wanted her.
"Well, I am definately glad to have you in my bed." he said, putting both his hands on her hips.
She smiled down at him innocently, her head cocked to one side causing her hair to fall down her shoulder in ringlets. "I want it. It's ok, I promise." she assured him, leaning down to kiss him gently for the first time all night.
"I'm glad. Because I want you." he said with a serious stare, pulling her hips against him, his cock immediately sliding into her so fast she let out of scream of surprise.
He felt her tense around him which made him even harder, filling her up even more. He wrapped one arm around her back, the other up to her neck, locking his eyes with hers.
He pumped into her slowly at first, knowing she was hurting. "Are you ok?" he asked quietly; the concern in his voice surprising them both. He noticed his voice alone had made her body relax against him, her hips starting to move against his as she rode him from above.
She leaned down, her hips thrusting against him as she did so making Draco moan with pleasure. She kissed him slowly on the lips, her tongue teasing his causing him to smile. "I'm very ok." she promised, grinding her hips again, her body feeling better then it ever has.
"Good." he whispered, wrapping his arm around her back and flipping her over on the bed, her hair fanning out over the dark green pillows. He pumped into her harder now, the two of them in perfect sync. Only moments later did they both reach the top, peasure coursing through them as they collapsed side by side.
The two heads were breathing heavily now, the dark room filled with a deafening silence.
"Do you want me to go?" she asked suddenly, her body folding up as she turned towards him. She tucked her hands under the pillow and stared over at him, the sheets draped casually over their bare bodies.
Draco had a decision to make in that moment.
On one side, he was a Slytherin; and a Malfoy above that. His father would disown him if he ever brought her around. His house would make the rest of this year a living hell if he was ever caught being anything but snide towards a muggle born Gryffindor. Not to mention the two heads shared a dormitory, making it hard to avoid each other.
But on the other side, Malfoy actually enjoyed the witches company in more ways then just physical. She was fun, witty, and when alone with him in the safety of her own dorm, a much darker, firey version of herself. But most importantly, she was the only witch to look past the rumors and the lies and actually see him as he really was. She didn't accuse him of being a Death Eater like her friends did. And as he layed next to her in bed, contimplating his answer, a memory from just a few moments ago flashed across his mind
"Can I trust you?" she had asked him by the fireplace.
And he had assured her that she could. He knew his next words weren't what he wanted to say. He knew that it was 18 past years of emotional torment and upbringing that made him shut down when he felt even slightly attracted to anyone that wasn't a preapproved, boring, slutty, Slytherin. But even though he realized this, he couldn't erase his whole lifes upbringing and training. And as he felt his fathers influence take over his freewill, he turned on his side and looked her cold in the eyes.
He watched her narrow her stare in innocent confusion as she looked at him, noticing the emotion was gone from his eyes.
"Draco?" she asked, her voice full of concern for him as she flinched back slightly, holding the sheet against her bare chest. "Are you ok?" still worried but also pushing back against the mattress, his entire being surprising her. She went to bed with the new, kind Draco Malfoy who had showed empathy towards her earlier that night. And now she was staring back at what looked exactly like the Draco Malfoy she remembered from the war. The one she had caught eyes with across the stone floor of the manor as she bled right in front of him. The one who didn't care about her in the slightest.
She thought she knew what was coming. A quick "get out" from him and a night of regret for her. But it wasn't that simple. What he said next was so much worse.
"No, I'm not ok." he lashed out, throwing the sheets off himself and grabbing his dark green pajama pants that were drapped over his desk chair.
Hermione slowly grabbed her panties from the edge of the bed and slipped them on while under the covers, doing the same with her bra. She carefully removed the covers and put her feet on the floor beside the bed.
"Put some clothes on, my god. I can't look at your digusting body for one more second." he snapped, picking her small shorts up from the floor and throwing them at her. She caught them quickly in surprise before they hit her face. She then stood up from the bed as cautiously as she could, thinking maybe if she was quiet enough in her movements, she could disappear from his site. She had no such luck as she pulled her shorts up and over her butt, looking down at her hands with complete embaressment. His next words only fueling the tears she was holding back.
"This never should've happen." he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in anger, flinging her shirt at her next. She caught in, slipping it on over her body. She pulled it down as much as she could, wanting to hide every inch of skin that she could in this moment. Unfortunately, her legs were bare, the shorts barely covering her theighs and her shirt still hugged her small frame.
"Was it that bad?" she whispered, her head hanging down avoiding his stare.
His eyes flickered for a moment, sadness at her voice evident in them for only a moment before the mask was thrown back up.
"Of course it was that bad!" he exclaimed, taking a few long strides across the room until he stood right in front of her. She didn't dare look up if she wanted to keep the tears inside her glassy brown eyes.
"I mean, look at you." he said, waving his hand up and down at her with a look of disgust across his face. And then she did something he didn't expect. She did what he had just told her to do.
He watched her bowed head move up slightly, catching a glimpse of her glossy dark eyes under think black lashes. He watched as she examined her own body, her eyes raking over her chest, her stomach, all the way down to her feet. She even stopped a moment to look at her hands, turning at the waist to look at her ass and legs. She didn't look up at him as her hair fell around her face in long dark curls, her hands running through them in inspection.
And then she nodded, as if agree with the blasphomy coming from his lips. That's not what he wanted. He didn't want her to agree. Where was her fight? Her house bravery and courage?
Is she so scared of me that she wont even defend herself? The thought shook him to his core. He wasn't even himself anymore. He didn't know who that even was after years and years of being molded into a replica of the man he never wanted to resemble.
And then he realized why she wasn't screaming back at him like anyone else would have. Why she wasn't calling him names and throwing curses from her wand. She couldn't. All the years they had been in school together, he had never seen her put anyone down. Even when he had called her every name in the book. She would simply shoot him a dirty look and walk away. That's because, as he had realized moments ago, naked in bed with her, she was a sweet girl. Too sweet to say the words he was so easily throwing at her. And somehow that made him even more motivated to cut her down.
He grabbed her arm roughly, pulling it towards him. She stumbled forwards as he did so, her body almost slamming into his chest. She watched as he examined her scared arm, running his fingers over the letters with nothing close to a gentle touch. "This suits you." he said, throwing her arm back at her.
"How..." her voice trailed off in a whisper as she took a step away from him. She finally lifted her head to stare into his eyes, tears now falling freely from her own.
"Granger, I -" she cut him off with a violent shake of her head. Her curls fell over one shoulder as she stepped back from him again.
"How can you say that?" she whispered, her voice so quiet that he barely heard her. But he did. And he felt like a dagger was driven into his spine as she stared at him entirely different then she had in bed only minutes ago. She was so free, trusting and fun with him as they had rolled around, laughing under the sheets. And now her eyes were broken, staring up at him from across the room in a way that almost looked like fear. Not at what he would do, but at what he might say.
"I never promised you anything. This was just sex. It meant nothing. Just because you were a virgin doesn't mean I have to give a shit about a bloody muggle like you." he spat, opening his bedroom door wide, sweeping his hand through the threshhold as he looked at her.
"You're right, you never promised me anything. And I was very clear with it just being sex with no emotions attached. And I was also very clear that you don't give a shit about me." she said, her voice empty of anger and filled with only sadness as she quickly walked to the door. "But you did lie to me." she said, standing right in front of him at the entryway.
"I never-" she cut him off, pressing her finger to his lips. The simple contact made more tears spring to her eyes as she sniffed silently.
"You said I could trust you, Draco. You promised." she whispered, walking out of his bedroom and hurrying into her own.
I can't believe I was so stupid. I showed him everything about myself that I never wanted anyone to see. He saw my tattoos, my body, and if the room hadn't been so dark, he would've seen the war scars across my back. And I let him see me willingly. All he had to do was be nice for a few minutes to make up for 7 years and I just jumped into bed with him.
Hermione went into their ajoining bathroom and locked the door. She turned the shower nobs to scalding as she stripped down. She hadn't noticed with all the fighting earlier, but now that she was alone, she realized how incredibly sore she was. As she pulled her shorts and panties down stiffly, she noticed a few small drops of blood. It wasn't muddy or dirty or anything different then what ran through everyone elses vains. But somehow she felt disgusted by it. Because she was no longer a virgin. And for the first time in her life, she felt like a mudblood.