(A/N: Chapter 10! Thanks for the support loves! Read, enjoy, and review! Sorry, chapter is kinda short. Btw, steamy chapter againnn.)
"Maybe I over did it," Hermione said.
"No, you didn't! It was perfect," Ginny assured. "You asserted yourself in a way that would drive him crazy—in a good way, I mean."
"You think? Malfoy looks like the type who would like a bitch but I don't know, maybe I scared him off."
"Oh hush, you did not!"
Hermione grinned. "Fine, fine, he probably loved it. As a matter of fact, it was so much fun. I loved threatening him." She giggled. "Gosh, I just want to hold my want up to his head and have him beg fo—," she stopped at Ginny's alarmed look. "What?"
"You're scaring me," the red head answered. "You're getting sucked into this aren't you?"
"I'm not!" She sighed. "Okay, a little. It's just that…all my life, I've let people step all over me, use me, recycle me. Can you imagine how good it feels knowing that for once I am controlling someone? That for once, for once, someone is yearning to have me instead of vice versa?"
"Ron wants you Hermione."
"But I wanted him before he even realized I was a girl! Besides, this is different. This is Malfoy, Ginny, Draco Malfoy. He's hurt me, humiliated me, belittled me! Now, I have him kissing the ground I step on. It's the perfect revenge and along with it, I get the control I've always wanted."
Ginny stared at her, eyebrows high in the air. "What about when this whole shindig is over? What are you going to do with this crazy obsession?"
"Oh, Ginevra, it is not an obsession. Just something I need to get out of my veins. A little bit of poison," Hermione grinned. "But either way, I would never treat Ron that way or even feel the need to….and I'm sure he would enjoy a little bit of…dominatrix style shagging."
"Too much information!" Ginny said, pretending to gag. Hermione laughed and stuck her tongue out at her.
Hermione knew Draco would be finishing his practice in the Quidditch field soon so she made sure she was hanging around it. She pretended to be taking a stroll and acted surprised when the Slytherin Quidditch team filed out of the stadium. The team was sweaty and tired and they easily ignored her presence as they entered the castle. Draco was the last to exit the pitch and Hermione bit her bottom lip when she saw him. He was glistening very slightly and his tousled blonde hair was stuck to his forehead. He held his broom behind his neck by holding it horizontally against it with his arms.
"I've always been a sucker for a guy in uniform," she said gently when he was the only one in earshot.
Draco grinned. "And I've always been a sucker for bitchy woman with raging hormones. A sucker for Slytherin-type girls."
"Such a shame I'm a Gryffindor girl."
"Not at heart, you aren't…" He dragged his broom behind him and grabbed her hand, leading her back into the Quidditch field.
"What are we going to do in here?"
"I don't know but no one can see us unless they come in or take a seat in the bleachers."
Hermione grinned. "Well, on that note…" She threw her arms around him and pulled close to him. She put her knee between his legs and kissed him deeply. Immediately he put his hands on her bottom and lifted her from the ground. She threw her legs around his waist and grinded herself into him.
"Knowing that you pretend to be a pristine princess around people but become a fiery girl with an attitude problem around me drives me crazy," he murmured into her ear as she kissed his neck. "Babe, you are fucking amazing. Be with me…"
Hermione almost laughed against his neck but instead decided to make his wanting more by giving him a hickey. "How so, darling?"
"Be mine. Officially."
"Let's fuck."
Draco looked at her incredulously. He had just mustered up all his courage to ask her out and she wanted to shag? He was going to retort angrily until she pouted her bottom lip slightly and he couldn't resist her bedroom eyes. He crashed his lips onto hers and tangled his fingers into her hair. He left his broom in the middle on the Quidditch pitch and nearly ran beneath the bleachers with her. Once there, he pushed her up against one of the metal poles that held up the stands. Draco kissed her forcefully and Hermione pulled her skirt up as he did. Her fingers fumbled with his Quidditch uniform pants but he quickly pulled off along with his underwear.
"Merlin, I need you," he breathed, pulled her underwear off and throwing them on the floor with his pants. He shoved his fingers between Hermione's legs with no warning and she screamed out his name. He pushed his fingers in as deep as he could and wriggled them around, teasing her.
"Malfoy, don't be a prick," she moaned. "Just get on with it!"
He grinned. I've still got it, even with Granger. Taking her legs and putting them around him again, he plunged into her without a word and they both sighed in relief. He didn't move for a few seconds, taking in her face; her eyes were closed and she was nibbling her bottom lip feverishly. Draco kissed her and started moving in and out of her. She snaked her arms around his neck and tightened her grip around him with her legs. There was a smooth rhythm between their bodies.
"Malfoy," Hermione pleaded. "Please, just…just a little more…"
Draco pulled her closer and pumped in and out of her even faster. His thrusts increased in force and speed, spreading a satisfied smile a cross Hermione's face. She put her hands in his hair and pulled his head down to meet with her lips. Their tongues searched each others mouths desperately.
"Shit," he muttered. "I'm…I'm fucking…"
Hermione shushed him and pushed her hips against him, leading them into a crashing orgasm. She giggled and they kissed once more. Panting, she lowered herself from him but when her legs hit the floor, she staggered. He caught her grinned and held her.
"Bravo," Hermione smirked. "Job well done again."
"Shagging will always be a well done job for me, sweetheart."
Grabbing her underwear, she quickly pulled them on. "I'll see you later darling." She kissed him and left a dazed Draco behind.
"You okay?" Ron asked as a flushed Hermione stumbled into the Gryffindor common room.
"Who? Me? I'm absolutely wonderful."
Ron raised a single eyebrow suspiciously. "Were you out with Malfoy?"
"Who? Me? No."
"Hermione, stop saying 'Who? Me?'. I am obviously referring to you and when you do it, it only makes you a more obvious liar."
She blushed, feeling a little bit of shame. "I'm sorry…I just know you don't want to hear about my whereabouts…"
Ron shrugged. "I've accepted them and frankly, I rather know what's going on than being in the dark despite what I've said before."
"Thank you. I appreci—," Hermione started but was cut off by a flustered Ginny running down the stairs from the boys dorm, Harry coming close behind her, buttoning up his shirt.
"Did you shag again?!" Ginny bellowed.
"Ginevra!"
"I tried stopping her," Harry said. "But she heard you come in and heard Ron asking about Malfoy and…well, you know how she gets."
"You just couldn't catch me because you were nak—I mean, you were braiding my hair?" Ginny said, raising it into a question at the end.
"Oh Merlin, what is the world coming to?" Ron asked, burying his face into his hands. Hermione scowled at Ginny.
"Come off it, Ron! I'm a grown girl, aren't I?" Ginny said. He only sighed in response.
"Let's just drop this entire conversation, shall we?" Harry suggested.
Hermione nodded in agreement. "Yes, please. Hey, has everyone signed up for the next Hogsmeade trip?"
"I haven't," Ron grumbled. "No one to go with."
"Ron, you can't be serious. You're going with me!"
"Wouldn't you want to go with Malfoy?"
Hermione sighed. "No, I want to spend time with you. I've missed you. Please go with me?"
The red head's eyes lit up and he smiled. He nodded gently before taking her hand in his and kissing her knuckles.
Draco lay in the Slytherin common room couch. His eyes were glazed over with thoughts about Hermione. What is going on? I asked Granger…no, Hermione, I asked Hermione to be my girlfriend. Why would I do that? Have I seriously developed feelings for this Mudblood Gryffindor? It's just…she seriously is a challenge. She is a fighting force against me. She resists me, doesn't throw herself at me…she wants me to try. Fuck, Granger, what have you done to me? You're creating all these conflicting feelings in my head. Why doesn't she want me? She needs to fucking need me! Goddammit, what the hell am I going to do?
He rubbed his eyes and yawned. He felt himself drifting off into a fitful slumber, muttering her name softly as his vision blurred and fell asleep.