Inescapable by DMHP2014
~ Chapter 10 ~
On Sunday afternoon, Draco carefully opened his eyes and blinked several times, staring up at the underside of his green canopy. He had just woken up from a lengthy nap and was trying to assess his current situation.
You see, naps were risky, either you woke up feeling as though you'd been resurrected, or you woke up feeling as though the night bus had been dropped on your head. It was one or the other. There was no in between.
Draco yawned, stretching his arms and legs out as he cracked his neck from side to side.
Bloody wanking hell. Clearly, luck was not on his side.
He squinted his eyes and scanned his surroundings for the night bus, it must be around here somewhere.
Draco pulled back the curtains on his four poster and sat on the edge of his bed for long moments, contemplating life and whether it was all worth it. He eventually concluded that it wasn't. He should have just gone outside with Blaise and the others instead of coming up to the dormitory to nap. Rookie mistake.
It was snowing out and it seemed as though the castle's occupants were all in the same mind when everyone and their grandmother ran outside to start snow ball fights.
At the time, Draco had detested the idea and was rather vocal about how he'd rather shave the skin off his face than go anywhere near the dreadful stuff. He had even sneered at McGonagall's passing comment that he would regret it later if he didn't join in the fun. As it turns out, hindsight is a bigger bitch than she is.
Christ but his eyes would not stay open and his head felt like that time he'd gotten high on potions with Blaise and Theo - all foggy, but not in a good way.
He stood up and stumbled towards Theo's bed, nearly pulling the curtains down in the process.
"Shit," he hissed, righting himself.
"Draco?" came Theo's muffled voice from within the confines of his four poster.
Draco frowned. "Theo? I thought you went to the Quidditch pitch with -" he pulled the curtains back and stared in disgust at the hideous sight that met his eyes - a naked Theo between an equally naked Pansy Parkinson's legs - "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" he smirked.
"Draco!" Pansy screeched, sounding far too much like a banshee for his liking. "Do you mind? Turn around!" she pulled at Theo's bed sheets, attempting to cover herself.
Draco snorted. "Why? It's not like I haven't seen it all before. Trust me, if I see something new, I'll throw a knut at it."
"Draco," Theo let out a long suffering sigh and closed his eyes as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Must you?"
"What?" he asked innocently, like he hadn't just referred to Pansy as some sort of prostitute.
"Theo, move," Pansy snapped suddenly, shoving at his bare chest.
Draco stood back and watched in pure amusement as Pansy flung herself out of bed and began gathering all of her clothes.
"Where are you going?" Theo asked, sounding just as disgruntled as he looked.
Pansy turned and glared at him before spinning around and storming out of the dormitory, huffing as she went.
Both boys eyed her retreat, yet their expressions couldn't be more different if they tried.
"Bye," Draco called after her, waving merrily.
Theo turned and scowled at Draco. "Thanks mate," he gritted, once the door had slammed shut behind her.
Draco looked taken a back. "What? Why the hell are you pissed off with me? I'm the one whose eyes have just been violated, not yours. Actually," he stroked his chin in contemplation. "I suppose you did see her naked too and, if I'm not mistaken, you were just about to shag her, so I reckon you're worse off than I am. And before you ask, no, I'm not going to apologize. I'll have you know, I've just saved you from months of misery. You should be thanking me, really."
Theo stared at him blankly. "Are you serious?"
"As spattergroit," Draco answered solemnly.
"Draco, you are unbelievable!" Theo exclaimed. "You must be off your rocker if you think that I'm going to thank you. That was about to be my first lay in over 6 bleeding months -"
"- with Pansy," Draco cut in, scrunching up his face in revulsion.
"So!" Theo stood up and pulled on his boxers. "Don't look at me with those judgy eyes. You've shagged her before."
"Exactly," Draco said emphatically. "Which is precisely why I can say this with confidence, you have literally just dodged a curse.
Theo eyed him speculatively. "She can't have been that bad, surely?"
"Bad?" Draco gaped. "She's a fucking lunatic, she wouldn't leave me alone for weeks. In fact she still mithers me to death now."
Theo nodded, if not a little reluctantly. He had probably noticed, it was hard not to. "To be fair, I think she only agreed to shag me to make you jealous."
"Bitch," Draco tutted, shaking his head. "You deserve better."
Theo shrugged and swiftly changed the subject. "Did you hear about Slughorns Christmas party?"
"No," Draco stifled a yawn, his eyes flicking back to his bed, which still looked mighty inviting if was being honest.
"Well, the old coot's throwing one next Saturday and only his favorites, and a friend of their choice, are invited," Theo told him as he rummaged in his chest for some clean clothes. "Blaise is going, he asked if I wanted to go with him, but I can't be arsed. Plus Slughorn's not that fond of me anyway after that whole thing with my dad."
Draco nodded. The whole thing being that Nott senior used to be a member of the Slug Club when he was attending Hogwarts and was very close with the Potions Professor for years after, right up until it was made public that Nott senior had joined the Dark Lords forces and become a Death Eater. After that they never spoke again.
"I think Blaise is going to ask you if you want to go," Theo informed him, pulling a shirt on and buttoning it up.
Draco grunted and fell face first onto his bed. "I can't think of anything worse," he grumbled into his pillow.
Theo snorted. "Do you want to come and get some food?" he asked.
"No, I think I'm just going to have another nap," he mumbled, reaching behind him and pulling his duvet over himself.
"Suit yourself," Theo threw a used sock at Draco's head and cackled when he began to gag loudly.
"Dirty bastard!" the blond yelled, flicking the foul thing onto the floor.
He roughly pulled his curtains closed and snuggled deeper into his mattress as he heard the dormitory door open and then shut.
He was alone.
Draco breathed in deeply, basking in the rare serenity of the moment. They were few and far between when you shared a room with four other guys.
He slowly turned over onto his back, his mind wondering to the previous night and the mind blowing sex he'd had with Granger.
Granger.
He closed his eyes and smiled as he bit his lip, remembering the way she had climb on top of him with an almost reckless abandon. The sheer lust and determination he'd seen shining in her eyes was almost enough to completely undo him.
She was turning out to be quite the anomaly. She rarely did, or said, anything that he expected her to. She was shy in the most absurd moments and shockingly impulsive in others. He liked that about her though, it was different, something he hadn't experienced with anyone else before now.
Draco could easily read people, he had always been able to. It was a blessing as well as a curse. A blessing to be able to see through anyone's bullshit and a curse because sometimes it was nice to be shocked once in a while.
He'd thought he had Granger all figured out. Yet, the more time he spent with her the more apparent it became that he did not.
She intrigued him and, if he was being honest, she scared him a little too. Not that he would ever admit that out loud, to anyone. It was hard enough admitting it to himself.
He was treading dangerous waters, he knew that, he had been since the moment this thing with Granger all started, but he found he didn't really care as much as he did in the beginning and the revelation was daunting to say the least.
Since their meeting in the Room of Requirement, Draco found himself watching her when she thought that no one was looking. He quickly discovered some of her little quirks, like how she anxiously flicked her fingertips with her thumb whenever she didn't know the answer to something, and how she got this weird look on her face when someone else was asked to answer a question instead of her. It was funny to witness and as a result his eyes followed her more often than was probably wise, wanting to learn more.
She pouted her lips when she read and stroked the pages of books almost reverently before she turned them. There was this weird thing she would do with her quill whenever she dipped it into her ink pot, it was like a swirl and flick of her wrist to get rid of any excess ink off the nib and every time she did it Draco felt the desperate need to ask her why?... Why didn't she just tap it with her finger or run it along the inner edge of the pot like everyone else did. The most fascinating thing that he discovered though, was how whenever she was concentrating really hard on something she would get this little jagged line right between her eyebrows, the very same line that appeared whenever she was about to come.
Draco smirked at the thought that he was the only one who knew that about her.
She was mostly alone towards the end of last week, which made it easy for him to make these observations. He'd thought it was strange at first, how he hardly saw her with her usual crowd, but later found out that it was due to Potter and his unflinching ability to be a complete and utter arsehole. It didn't matter that the bastard was right in his accusations against the blond. The fact was, he'd dropped Granger like a bad habit and even Draco, of all people, could see the wrongness in that. Especially considering that this was perfect-Potter, the chosen one, who apparently wasn't so perfect after all.
He had to admit that it did make him feel a certain sort of way that it was because of him that they weren't talking.
He swallowed thickly and squeezed his eyes tightly shut. God, what if Granger found out that he was a Death Eater...
He swiftly pushed the thought from his mind.
No. He would not do this again. He had made his decision, as had she when she'd admitted that she would turn him in without a moments hesitation. He didn't blame her, how could he? But it was useless thinking about all the what if's. It was mentally exhausting and at the end of the day, what was done, was done. There was nothing he could do about it. Draco couldn't end this thing with her anymore than he could tell her that he was a Death Eater.
Besides, he was selfish when he wanted to be and at the moment, Granger was still his only means of distraction. He'd be an idiot to throw it all away now. Plus, the sex was fantastic and it was an excellent stress reliever.
Imagines of her riding him on the bench in the kitchen instantly flooded his feverish mind.
Yes. This is what he should be occupying his thoughts with - a passionate Granger, wild with sexual desire.
He thought about her full lips on his, her wicked tongue that always flicked against his in the most perfect way, and her roaming hands, unfailingly eager to touch him everywhere. He imagined the feel of her tightness around his cock and instantly felt himself harden.
Draco reached down and gripped himself through his boxer shorts, squeezing tightly as he released a choppy breath.
He ran his free hand across his bare chest and down to the hard ridges of his abdominals, taking extra care to brush his fingers over the places that made him clench and squirm.
He hastily flung the duvet to one side, shivering as the cold air hit his flushed skin.
Not wasting any time, he pulled the front of his boxers down, hooking the elastic under his balls and taking hold of his cock, stroking it - up and down, up and down - imagining that it was Grangers hand and not his.
Draco groaned lowly and gazed down to watch the hard length of his cock glide seamlessly through his fist. He thrust his hips up as he simultaneously brought his fist down, producing a delicious sensation that radiated low in his pelvis and shot all the way up his spine.
He thought about the taste of Granger's pussy on his tongue, remembering the feel of her against his lips and vowed to do it again at his earliest convenience.
Draco allowed his mind to become awash with all things Hermione Granger - from her insufferable know-it-all ways, right down to her new-found, frisky, nature. He lost himself in every facet of her, drowning himself in everything that made her who she was.
In no time at all, Draco could feel his release burning hotly at his center, his whole body tensed in preparation as he gazed down, his hand a blur on his impossibly hard cock.
He was close, so close.
It was the image of Granger, with that little jagged line between her eyebrows and her mouth open on a cry of ecstasy that sent him tumbling over the edge.
He choked out a gasping moan, his hand slowing and barely moving at all, as he watched long ribbons of come spurt from the flushed tip of his cock, hitting him on his stomach, chest and even his chin.
Draco collapsed back on his bed, his body suddenly feeling boneless. He reached up and smeared his come along his chin and jaw, marveling at the fact that it managed to get all the way up there. He idly trailed his fingers through the mess on his chest and stomach before grabbing his wand and cleaning himself up.
He righted his boxers and flipped over onto his front as the inevitable post-orgasmic fatigue gripped him, pulling him under.
As he felt himself drifting off into his second nap of the day, he had two thoughts enter his mind. One, he couldn't wait to shag Granger on Wednesday. Two, he hoped that this nap would breath new life into him like the first one was supposed to. If not, he feared he might be dead the next time he woke up... No matter how illogical that sounded.
On Wednesday, Draco was climbing the Grand Staircase, on his way up to meet Granger on the 7th floor, when Professor Snape suddenly stepped out on a landing, startling Draco out of his wits.
"Jesus Christ," Draco growled, eyeing the potions master with disdain. It didn't help that he looked more bat-like than ever.
"Good evening, Draco," Snape greeted him in his usual slow drawl.
"Evening," Draco grumbled, trying to side step his head of house.
Snape blocked his path. "You seem to have lost your way. Slytherin house is in the dungeons, which, in case you didn't know, is in the opposite direction," he informed the blond, tone dripping with sarcasm.
Draco sneered. "Really? I never knew that. After 6 years living in this castle I still don't know where I sleep every night. Strange that, isn't it? Thank you for your wise wisdom where the layout of the castle is concerned," he attempted to maneuver around the professor again.
"Draco," Snape warned.
"What?" he snapped.
"You have been avoiding me."
Draco glared at him. It was true, he had.
"Well?" Snape prompted.
"Well, what?" Draco lifted his chin defiantly. "Do you want me to congratulate you on your observation skills?"
"Watch your tongue," Snape hissed menacingly.
Draco clenched his teeth together and looked away.
Snape sighed tiredly. "I just want to help you, that's all."
"I don't want, nor need, your help," Draco spat. "So stop harassing me."
"I made an unbreakable vow -"
"I don't care!" Draco exploded. "I have to do this on my own. If I don't he will..." he broke off and swallowed thickly.
"He doesn't have to know," Snape urged, gripping the blonds shoulders. "Let me help you."
"No," Draco stepped back causing the professors arms to fall limply by his sides.
"At least tell me how you plan to do it then," Snape pleaded.
"I have it under control."
"Really?" Snape intoned. "Katie Bell would argue otherwise."
Draco closed his eyes against the unwanted reminder. "That was an unfortunate mishap. It won't happen again."
"The girl almost lost her life -"
"I know! I said it won't happen again."
"See that it doesn't," Snape drawled.
"Are we done?" Draco asked.
"For now."
Draco rolled his eyes and continued his ascent up the Grand Staircase, not bothering to look back at his professor. He knew that he'd been harsh, but Snape's interfering was reaching new heights and, quite frankly, it was getting a little too much to bear. He wasn't sure how many more times he was going to have to say that he didn't want any help before it finally sunk into that incredibly thick skull of his.
It was infuriating.
What was worse, Snape knew that if the Dark Lord found out that Draco had had any help whatsoever with one, or both, of his tasks then he would kill his mother anyway just out of spite.
Did Snape even care about that? He doubted it.
Draco was well aware that the potions master had made an Unbreakable Vow to protect him and, yes, he felt terrible about it, he really did. Snape was cornered, just like Draco, but there was no point waxing on about it. There was nothing neither of them could do to change it. At the end of the day, if Draco had to chose between his own life, Snape's life and his mothers life, his mothers would always prevail. The sooner Snape realized that the better.
Draco rounded the corner on the seventh floor and instantly spotted Granger.
She waved, an easy smile lighting up her face, but as he drew nearer, and she got a proper look at him, she frowned. "What's wrong?" she asked, an edge to her tone.
"Nothing," he lied, reaching out impulsively to brush his fingers against her cheek. Her skin was so soft, like silk or velvet. "How are you?" he asked, wanting to redirect her thoughts.
"I'm fine," she briefly closed her eyes, reveling in the feel of his touch.
"Potter and Weasley still being tossers?" he enquired, already knowing the answer, yet wanting to her say it anyway.
"Yes," she nodded. "But I'm OK. I've been keeping myself busy."
Draco nodded.
"How are you?" she asked.
He shrugged lazily, his arm snaking around her waist and pulling her closer. "I'm alright," he ran his hands up her arms and guided them up around his neck before leaning down to kiss her gently. "I think I'm going to feel a whole lot better very soon though," he confessed, a teasing edge to his tone.
"Really?" she raised her eyebrow at him. "What makes you so sure?"
"Let's call it hunch," he smirked and pushed her against the wall, kissing her more firmly this time.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash that sounded like it came from the next corridor over and the two of them hastily broke apart, Draco quickly adjusting his erection so that it wasn't so noticeable.
"What was that?" Hermione whispered.
Draco frowned. "Your guess is as good as mine."
He hoped that Snape hadn't followed him, but then again Snape was way too sneaky to make such a racket, so it couldn't possibly be him.
Draco was about to say that they should probably go inside the Room of Requirement when Potter abruptly emerged at the end of the corridor, covered in green slime of all things.
They all froze, staring at each other for long moments, until Draco let lose a loud and obnoxious snort. "What the fuck happened to you, Potter?" There was a loud cackle off in the distance and the mocking chant of 'potty, potter, pot head'. Draco grinned. "Never mind."
Potter growled lowly.
Draco squinted his eyes, giving his nemesis a quick once over. "I must say, ectoplasm suits you. It really brings out your eyes."
"Oh fuck off, Malfoy," Potter sneered.
Draco out right laughed, he couldn't help it. "You look fucking ridiculous," he told him. "I mean, more ridiculous than usual, which is a feat I didn't think possible, but here you stand."
"Harry, are you OK?" Hermione asked tentatively.
"I'm fine," he spat and turned to walk away.
"Leaving so soon?" Draco called after him conversationally. "You did come here to check up on me, did you not? Why not stay awhile. Come and watch us study? You never know, you might learn something."
"Malfoy," Hermione warned. "Don't."
Potter turned and narrowed his eyes at her. "What is it, Hermione? Are you scared that we'll get into a fight and I'll hurt your new friend," he taunted.
Draco scrunched up his face. "New friend," he balked. "Are you on acid potions? Or did you swallowed some of that ectoplasm?"
Hermione sighed and threw her hands up in defeat. "Why do I even bother?"
"You don't," Harry grumbled. "That's the problem."
Hermione gasped, hurt clouding her expression. "What's that supposed to mean?" she demanded.
"I thought you said you were smart? Figure it out," he threw back, snidely.
What an utter wanker. Draco gritted his teeth together and made a grab for his wand, but Hermione stopped him. He glared at her. She wasn't seriously going to let him talk to her like that, was she?
Apparently she was because she didn't say anything, she just let him walk away.
"Go and suck a dick, Potter," Draco told him with the single intent to rile him up.
As expected Potter took the bait and spun around wand aimed straight at the blond.
Draco smirked and pulled his own wand out. "Are you sure you know how to use that thing?" he goaded and a second later his wand came flying out of his hand.
At first, Draco thought that Potter had been the cause, but when the stupid git began yelling at Granger to give him his wand back, Draco realized who the culprit really was.
He turned and eyed Granger, who was now holding three wands and looking mighty pleased with herself.
"Granger, what are you doing?" he asked in an almost bored tone.
"What am I doing?" she asked, exasperated. "What the hell are you two doing? Grow up will you!"
Draco looked towards the heavens and muttered to himself - something about interfering witches.
"Hermione!" Potter yelled. "Give -"
"No!" she bellowed, cutting him off. "Turn around and go back to Gryffindor tower. I will bring you your wand in a minute."
Potter glared at her, he looked like he wanted to argue, but in the end he just spat out a curse and stormed off in an uncanny imitation of a petulant child.
"When you said that you'd bring him his wand in a minute, you really meant in an hour, right?" Draco asked, stepping towards her and tugging on the hem of her school jumped. She looked pissed.
"No. I meant in a minute," she crossed her arms in a no-nonsense sort of manner.
"Fucking hell," Draco groaned dramatically. "That's not fair, why do I have to suffer because of that wanker?"
Hermione pursed her lips and scowled. "It wasn't all Harry's fault. As far as I'm concerned, you're as bad as each other."
Draco scoffed and snatched his wand back. "That particular notion offends me. Potter and I are nothing alike!"
Hermione sighed tiredly. "Malfoy, please. I'm not in the mood to argue with you. I just want to go to bed. I'm exhausted."
What the fuck? She wasn't just going to leave him here like this, was she?
He glowered at her. "Why do I feel like I'm getting the blame for all this?"
"You're not," she exhaled.
"It sure seems like it," he grumbled. "Fine, whatever. Will I see you Saturday?"
"Oh. Actually, no," she glanced at him guiltily. "I'm going to Slughorn's Christmas party, so we will probably have to leave it till next Wednesday now."
Draco stared at her, long and hard, a million questions running through his mind at once. The most important one being, who the fuck was she going to Slughorn's party with?
Luckily, he managed to bite his tongue. There was no need to come across as a jealous fool, because he wasn't. Absolutely not. "How lovely," he sneered. "Well, have fun then," he turned and walked away.
Hermione called out to him, but he ignored her.
"Draco?"
"What!" he snapped.
"Well, I see that you're in fine spirits again," Blaise commented pleasantly, sitting on the chair opposite the blond.
"What do you want?" Draco demanded, feeling disgruntled about being interrupted. He had been lounging in his favorite throne-like chair, glaring into the fire, which one of his absolute favorite things to do whenever he was particularly pissed off about something.
Blaise sighed wistfully. "Ah, many things. One being that blonde, saucy, little minx in Ravenclaw. You know, the one in the year below us - mostly a loner, but sometimes seen with that Weasley girl. Alas, we can't win them all, can we?"
Draco frowned at him. "What on earth are you waffling on about now?" Blaise tended to do this a lot - talk shit that is.
"You asked me what I wanted," Blaise blinked. "So I told you."
"I wanted to know what you wanted with me," Draco groaned. Christ.
"Oh. Well, perhaps you should be more specific next time," Blaise stated unapologetically.
Draco shot him a murderous look.
"Anyway," Blaise waved a dismissive hand. "Do you want to come to Slughorn's Christmas party with me?"
"Depends," Draco lifted one leg up on the arm of his chair and slouched down into it. "On a scale of one to ten, how annoying are you likely to be?"
"I'd say a solid five, but if there's booze involved probably more like an eleven. It's hard to say at this stage," Blaise shrugged. "Fancy your chances?" he raised a brow in challenge.
Draco tilted his head to the side and ran his index finger over his bottom lip in contemplation. "Not really, no."
"Oh, live a little," Blaise reached over and lightly punched him on the arm. "It'll be fun."
Draco let out a bark of laughter. "I've heard that one before. I think the last time was when I woke up on a lilo in the middle of my pond with near hypothermia. Mother was not pleased."
"Ah yes, good times," Blaise grinned. "I have a scar on my left arse cheek from that night. It's shaped like a boot and whenever I look at it it brings back fond memories of you singing the Weird Sisters and knocking over that expensive statue."
Draco winced at the memory. "I've still not been forgiven that. That statue was from the 17th century. Father tried to mend it, but it's never looked the same."
"Don't worry about it. It was fugly anyway."
Draco nodded in agreement.
"So, will you come or not?" Blaise prompted. "I promise not to spike your drink."
"Fine," he sighed and they lapsed into a comfortable silence the likes of which could only be achieved after long years of friendship.
Draco turned and gazed into the fire, deep in thought.
Granger would be there tomorrow, and he wasn't sure how he felt about it. Their last meeting hadn't exactly gone as planned, and he knew that if he saw someone else fawning all over her he would break their neck without a moments hesitation.
He could imagine everyone's shocked faces now.
How on earth would he explain himself?
It's fine. It's fine. Granger wouldn't come to the party with someone else. After all, it was one of her conditions that they not date anyone else while they were sleeping together. So, it's all good. Nothing to worry about.
Draco and Blaise strode into the party, heads held high.
It was quite amusing to watch people shy away from them as they walked through the crowd towards the drinks table.
Both Slytherins stopped in front of an array of multi-colored drinks as Draco casually glanced around the large room, looking for a familiar bushy head of hair. When he came up short, his expression turned ominously dark, and he shoved his hands into his pockets, looking every inch the formidable ice prince.
"Here," Blaise handed him a drink.
Draco glanced at the ghastly murky-orange concoction, and grimaced. "What is it?" he asked, taking the drink and eyeing it with a look of revulsion.
"It's alcohol," Blaise informed him bluntly. "Drink it."
He took a tentative sip and instantly gagged. "Jesus Christ. What happened to that promise of you not spiking my drink?" Blaise shot him a sly grin. "What the bloody hell did you put in it?"
"Firewhisky, but I think someone else spiked the punch before me, so who knows what's in it."
"Ugh, I can taste that muggle stuff that your mother brought back from Mexico that time," he cringed.
"Tequila?"
Draco gagged again at hearing the name. "Dreadful stuff."
"Oh, stop your whinging and just drink it, you won't be able to taste it after a while."
Draco took another sip, and then another. He was about to take his third sip when he suddenly spotted Granger across the room.
He froze, the edge of his glass resting on his bottom lip.
What the fuck?
What on earth was she wearing? And what had happened to her hair? It was straight, not a single curl in sight. No wonder he couldn't find her before.
Draco took a deep breath and surreptitiously swept his silver gaze up and down the entire length of her body, taking in every inch of her slinky floor-length black dress. He felt his stomach quiver at the sight of her luscious curves - luscious curves that everyone else could also see. He released an angry rush of air and knocked his drink back in one go.
Salazar's rod. He needed to get a grip. Jealousy was terribly unbecoming, and he refused to stoop to that level.
He glanced back towards Granger, his eyes zeroing in on her cleavage before dropping down to her lovely pert bottom.
Merlin, strike him dead.
"Draco? Hello?" Blaise waved a hand in front of his face.
"Hmm?" he blinked distractedly. "What is it?"
"I said I'm going to talk to Daphne, are you coming?" Blaise huffed impatiently.
"Yes, just let me get another drink," he reached over and filled his glass to the brim.
"It's not so bad, ey?" Blaise asked, eyeing the now brown liquid. It seemed that the punch had been spiked again.
Draco wrinkled his nose. "It's disgusting," he told him. "But there's nothing else to sodding drink, so I've got no choice in the matter."
"You could drink water," Blaise suggested, his tone dropping an octave. He didn't need to add the word pussy at the end. Blaise carefully took a sip of his own drink, eyeing the blond out of the corner of his eye.
"Fuck off. If I'm to get through this pathetic excuse of a party, I'm going to need more than just water," Draco grumbled.
"That's the spirit!" Blaise clapped him on the back. "Come on, let's go and find Daphne, she seems to have wondered off somewhere."
Draco sighed, and roughly rubbed a hand over his face before following.
They found Daphne on the other side of the room, mere feet from where Granger stood talking to some guy Draco didn't recognize.
Who the fuck is he?
"Draco!" Daphne screeched, flinging her arms around his neck and squeezing, nearly choking the life right out of him. "I didn't know you were coming too," she stumbled backwards and then giggled. Clearly, she'd sampled the punch.
"I had to virtually drag him here," Blaise sighed dramatically. "He's being a right moody sod, perhaps you can cheer him up, Daph?"
"Oh yes, of course," she linked her arm through Draco's and proceeded to talk his ear off. About what? Draco didn't know. He was too busy looking at Granger who was currently staring daggers at him.
Unbelievable!
She wasn't allowed to be angry with him. He was already mad at her and that oaf she was talking to.
If Granger was surprised to see him there she didn't show it. It seemed she was far too busy mentally castrating him for such trivial things.
Draco felt Daphne stroke her finger down the side of his neck and watched in sheer fascination as Grangers face morphed into shock, then disbelief, before finally settling on pure livid anger.
Oh, shit.
Draco hastily batted Daphne's hand away and untangled his arm from hers as he watched Granger storm off in a rage. "Excuse me, Daph. Can you give me a minute, I just need to... I'll be back in minute."
Draco looked for Granger all over the place, but couldn't find her anywhere. In the end he went back to Blaise and made sure to keep his distance from Daphne.
Granger reemerged around forty minutes later, looking more than a little sloshed.
Draco narrowed his eyes at her. Where the hell had she been? He gritted his teeth together as the guy she had been talking to earlier sidled up to her, and began flirting outrageously.
That's it. Enough was enough. He wouldn't just stand back and watch this shit.
Draco knocked his 5th drink back - or maybe it was his 6th? - and marched over to them.
"Granger," he greeted, his tone low and menacing.
"Malfoy," she spluttered, almost choking on her drink.
"Having a good night?" he asked almost casually, his silver eyes boring into hers.
"Hi, Draco," Mr flirty said, offering his hand to the blond. "We haven't officially met."
Draco looked down at the proffered hand, his lip curling in contempt. "And you are?" he asked rudely, not offering his own hand.
"Cormac McLaggen," the other guy answered with a tight smile, his hand slowly retreating back to his side. "I have a friend who went to one of your parents summer parties once, he had nothing but nice things to say about you and your hospitality."
"Really?" Draco said, raising one eyebrow. "That's weird because I'm a dick," he proceeded to stare at him, face expressionless.
Cormac took a wary step back, looking more than a little intimidated.
Hermione tutted and pulled sharply on Draco's suit jacket. "Stop it. You're being rude," she hissed.
"I'm not being rude," Draco scoffed. "This is me. This is who I am."
She rolled her eyes. "Cormac, would you mind getting me another drink?"
Cormac nodded and took her empty glass. He glanced at them both, frowning a little, before he turned and walked away.
"Cormac, would you mind getting me another drink?" Draco mocked, pulling his face in a shoddy imitation of her.
Hermione whacked him for his troubles. "What are you doing, Malfoy?"
"What am I doing?" he asked her, disbelief coloring his tone. "What are you doing?"
"I'm having some drinks with a friend," she answered simply, flicking her hair over her shoulder.
"A friend? What a load of shite," Draco growled, incensed. "Are you trying to make me jealous or something? Because it's pathetic."
"I'm not trying to make you jealous, but going off the way you're currently acting you clearly are," she crossed her arms, causing his eyes to briefly dropped to her breast.
Draco let out an annoyed puff of air. "You mean like you were before when Daphne touched me?" he threw back snidely.
Hermione glared at him. "Well, since you brought it up. Exactly what was that all about with Daphne?" she spat the name like it left a horrible taste in her mouth.
"Nothing!" he exclaimed hotly. He gritted his teeth together and glanced around surreptitiously. Shit, he'd attracted some attention. He took a deep calming breath and lowered his voice. "That's just what she's like, she's very touchy-feely, she does it with everyone."
Hermione narrowed her eyes, clearly not believing him.
"For fucks sake. I'm telling the truth," he stepped a little closer to her. "I promise."
Hermione glanced up at him inquisitively. "Really?"
"Yes," he glanced across to the other side of the room, and sure enough Daphne was stroking Blaise's hair while they engaged in an intense discussion about something or another. "See," he pointed at them.
Hermione looked over to where he was pointing. "Oh," she muttered, ducking her head as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "I see what you mean," she turned back towards him, her eyes bright and glassy from all the alcohol she'd consumed.
Draco looked her over, his eyes caressing her curves sensually. "You look..." he faltered.
"What?" she asked, running her hands over her dress self-consciously.
"Stunning," he told her frankly, shoving a hand inside his trouser pocket as he used the other to rub his jaw. "You look stunning."
She blushed prettily. "As do you."
"Your hair," he reached out to touch it, but caught himself at the last second.
Hermione laughed. "Different, isn't it?"
"Just a bit," he answered sarcastically.
She stared at his face for long moments, longer than was probably acceptable in their present company. "I've missed you this week," she confessed quietly, her gaze dropping to run a slow path up and down the length of his body, taking him in from head to toe, her cheeks heating deliciously.
"Granger," he groaned. "Don't look at me like that or I'll bend you over and take you right here in front of all these people."
In response, her eyes darkened to almost black, and she bit her bottom lip between her teeth.
"Fuck me," he breathed, closing his eyes briefly in an attempt to collect himself. "Stop it," he pleaded. "Are you trying to kill me?"
"Draco," she said almost reverently, taking a step closer to him.
Draco's eyes snapped open and he stared at her intently. Had she really just said his name? He didn't think he'd ever heard her say it before. He opened his mouth to tell her that they were leaving when Cormac McLaggen chose that very moment to return with her drink.
"Here you go my lady," he leered.
Draco released an angry rush of air through his nose, and cracked his knuckles loudly.
'Don't do it,' he told himself firmly. 'You will fuck everything up, and it's not worth it. It may seem like it is now, but it really isn't.'
"Thank you," Hermione said, awkwardly. "But, um, I actually think I'm going to leave. I've had a bit too much to drink, and I'm tired."
"Aww really?" McLaggen pouted grotesquely. It was probably the singular most disgusting thing that Draco had ever witnessed in his life, and he'd seen Theo naked last week, so that was really saying something. "That's a shame. At least let me walk you back?"
"She doesn't need you to walk her back," Draco snapped. "She's a big girl, she can look after herself."
"OK," Hermione said loudly, trying to defuse the situation.
"Well, that's alright," Cormac smiled pleasantly. "If Hermione doesn't want me to walk her back then all she has to do is say so."
What an utter cockhead.
"Granger," Draco bit out. "Do you want Conor here to walk you back?"
"It's Cormac," the slimy git corrected.
"Whatever."
"Um," Hermione began. "No, I'm OK. I can walk myself back. Thank you though."
Draco didn't smile, but he wanted to.
"Suit yourself," McLaggen shrugged and then turned to the blond. "You know, Draco," he began. "You and I are very alike, I think we could be great friends."
Seriously?
"You know what, Cameron," Draco gripped the arseholes shoulder, hard. "I think your right. I look at you and I see myself. A less dashing, less intelligent version..." he paused and seemed to consider his words. "Actually, now I think about it. We're actually nothing a like."
McLaggen scowled petulantly. "My name is Cormac," he corrected again.
"I don't care," Draco scoffed, and walked away to find Blaise.
It took Draco longer than anticipated to convince Blaise that he'd had enough and was going to bed.
The irritating sod tried everything in his power to make Draco stay, even going as far as tying the blond to a chair. Luckily, Draco had been brushing up on his wandless magic and easily escaped, much to Blaise chagrin.
Once Draco finally got away, he scanned the room for Granger only to discover that she had already left. He spotted dickhead-McLaggen chatting to another unlucky soul, but didn't bother himself with it. As long as it wasn't Granger he couldn't give a shit who the prick talked to.
Draco stepped out onto the 6th floor corridor, briefly glancing up and down it, before deciding to go left towards the Grand Staircase.
He made it all the way to the landing before he felt a pair of hands grab him, dragging him into an alcove.
Hermione instantly pressed herself against him, reaching up on her tip-toes to kiss him hard.
They kissed fiercely, their hands gripping and kneading various body parts in an attempt to quench some of the need that coursed through them, but it was useless, and before long Hermione was tearing at the opening of his trousers, fingers fumbling desperately.
"Ugh," Draco grunted as her hand slid inside his boxers, and began stroking him. "Wait, wait, wait," he breathed, biting his lip as she gripped him firmly.
"What?" she mumured in between hard sucking pulls on the skin of his neck.
"We can't do this here," he told her, running his nose along her jaw, and reveling in the feel of her hand on his cock.
"Why not?"
"Granger, you are literally wanking me off in an alcove, anyone could walk past and see us."
Hermione groaned theatrically. "Please don't call me that," she pleaded, squeezing her eyes shut.
He frowned at her. "What?"
"Don't call me that," she repeated. "Granger."
Draco stared at her.
"I want you to call me, Hermione," she whispered softly against his lips. "I think we are past the whole calling-each-other-by-our-last-names thing. It seems ridiculous at this point."
He licked his bottom lip. "OK," he agreed readily.
"Really?" she asked as if she hadn't actually thought he would agree.
"Really," he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth.
Hermione flicked her tongue out and brushed it against his, exhaling heavily through her nose. "Say it," she demanded.
Draco leaned back to gaze at her, silver eyes smoldering. "Hermione," he said easily, like he'd said it a thousand times before.
Hermione sucked in a breath her fingernails digging into his arms. "Say it again," she ordered, voice low and commanding.
"Hermione."
"Again."
"Hermione," he purred, and she visibly shivered as he began to place small kisses all over her face, all the while uttering her name beneath his breath like an oath.
"Hermione," kiss. "Hermione," kiss. "Hermione," kiss.
She groaned deeply, and suddenly dropped to her knees in front of him.
Draco stared down at her in amazement, pupils blown wide.
"Unbutton your shirt," she ordered.
He blinked down at her, and then glanced out into the corridor. This was crazy. They shouldn't be doing this here. "Hermione -" he began, tone serious now, but she cut him off by taking his cock in her mouth, and sucking it firmly. "Oh, fuck," he groaned throatily, his head falling back against the stone wall.
"Unbutton your shirt," she repeated, her lips caressing the tip of his length enticingly.
Draco gritted his teeth together causing a muscle to jump in his jaw. Fuck. He ran a hand over his face, and swiftly pulled on the knot of his tie until both ends hung loosely around his neck. He then unbutton his suit jacket, and made quick work of the buttons on his shirt.
Once he was finished, Hermione grasped each side of the fabric and spread it open wide, his nipples instantly hardening into little pebbles as she exposed him to the frigid night air.
"Mmmm," Hermione hummed, eyes raking over him hungrily. She ran her fingers slowly over his abdominals, carefully tracing the sharp angles of his muscles.
Draco swallowed thickly, his heated gaze never leaving her face.
Fuck, was this really happening? Here?!
She took hold of his cock again, stroking it steadily. "I've never done this before," she confessed.
"I know," he rasped.
"Let me know if I'm doing it wrong," she said, before taking him into her mouth again.
"Ah," he gasped sharply, and she quickly retreated. "No, don't stop," he pleaded. "Keep going."
Hermione smiled up at him, and flicked her tongue out, swirling it around the tip before bobbing her head and engulfing him in searing wet heat.
Draco reached out, burying his fingers in her hair. "Fucking hell," he choked, gently pushing her head down and groaning as he went deeper into her mouth. "I'm not going to be long," he told her thickly, tilting his head to the side as he watched his cock glide between her lips. Definitely not long.
They continued on like this, Draco half gripping, half stroking her hair as she swirled her tongue and bobbed her head, testing out different techniques and repeating the ones that made him gasp or moan. She went about it like she did everything else in her life by putting her absolute all into it, wanting to prove herself.
God, if someone walked past now and saw them - Hermione on her knees in her lovely gown and Draco virtually undressed, his clothes hanging off him as he thrust his throbbing cock, obscenely, into her more-than-willing mouth.
"Hermione," he groaned. "I'm going to come. Fuck. I'm going to come," he tired pulling away from her thinking that she wouldn't want him coming in her mouth, but she simply hummed at hearing his admission, and swallowed him down deeper.
Not being able to help himself, Draco thrust his cock to the back of her throat and shuddered, groaning brokenly as his release coated the inside of her mouth.
He gazed down at her in wonderment, chest heaving as he slumped against the wall for support.
Hermione mouthed her way up his body, licking and sucking at his flushed skin, until she reached his lips and kissed him deeply, forcing him to taste himself on her tongue.
"How did I do?" she asked, hands skimming down his bare sides, under his open shirt.
He shrugged carelessly. "It was alright."
Hermione pinched him, and Draco grabbed her, spinning them around before trapping her against the wall. "How do you think you did?" he asked rhetorically. "I came embarrassingly quick, that should be answer enough," he leaned down, and buried his nose in the crook of her neck.
She smiled, biting her lip. "You better hurry up and make yourself presentable before someone sees you like this and has an aneurysm."
Draco snorted. "Oh, now you're worried about someone walking past and seeing us," he teased and began buttoning his shirt. He didn't button it the whole way, he left a few open at the top.
Hermione smirked. "So, what are you doing now? Are you going to bed?" she asked casually, watching him tuck his shirt into his trousers before fastening them.
He looked up at her, grabbing hold of each end of his tie and pulling. "I guess so, it's late," he answered simply.
"Oh," she muttered, sounding disappointed. "OK."
Draco watched her face fall, and quickly covered his mouth to suppress a grin.
"It is late," she agreed. "And I have to go to the library early in the morning -"
"Are you coming?" Draco interrupted as he held his hand out to her, effectively cutting off her ramblings.
"Coming?" she asked. "You mean, to your bed?" she gaped at him in shock.
"Yes," he frowned. "You didn't think we were done yet, did you?"
Hermione stared at him, brandy-colored eyes sparkling.
"Oh, Hermione," he breathed, a wicked grin crawling up his cheek. "We're just getting started."
A/N: Well, that was a long chapter. Hope you guys enjoyed it :D. A few things, if I may. Firstly, I'm going to Bali on 23rd March to 2nd April. I'm hoping to get chapter 11 up next Thursday (the day before I leave) but I can't promise anything as I have so much to sort out before then that I'm not 100% sure I'll have it finished in time. I'm not going to put pressure on myself to get it out, because if I rush it it will end up being shit. You don't want that, I don't want that. So, I hope you all understand and can bear with me for a few weeks - lady needs a holiday! Secondly, I have a beta! Yay! For real this time, haha. Her pen name is Black_Osmosis and we are currently working out the logistics. She will start proof-reading once I get back from my holiday. As I've said previously, the story won't be changing at all, she will just be tidying up any little mistakes etc. so no need to go back and reread what she has edited, unless you want to, which is cool :).
More smut next chapter and then the angst will start to creep in in chapter 12. Big hugs to you all xx