Hey guys! I know a lot of you were a bit disappointed that the chapters were short, and that's mainly because I don't have much time on my hands to focus on this. But I put some extra time onto this chapter, so hopefully you'll like it! I wont be able to update for another week as I have another bloody round of exams catching up! So, enjoy this while it lasts!
Draco had never liked Weasel Bee. He'd always thought that the red head had a bit of an unruly, aggressive side to him. Not really the smartest combination. But that wasn't what was bothering him right now. The fact that Hermione sodding Granger had just run in to give Ron fucking Weasley a hug, was eating him alive.
He really wanted to smack something. Preferably Weasel Bee's face. Everyone was huddling around him, while Draco stood far behind, and he was grinning like a maniac, on arm still draped over Granger's shoulder. Draco scowled. His blood boiled and poison bubbled in the pit of his stomach. Why did he want to cut off that arm that touched Granger? Why did he want to smack Weasel Bee, scream in his face that "Granger is mine!" and then whisk her away from his prying eyes?
I'm in a hue wad of trouble, he thought to himself.
"You look like you just swallowed a sour lemon." Blaise interrupted his thoughts.
Honestly, one of these days, he was going to smack Blaise on his high-end nose. Fuck him. Fuck Weasel Bee. Fuck this fucking universe. Fuck Granger-
No. No no no. Don't think about fucking Granger until you're alone with her. But unbidden to his mind came an image of Granger bent over a desk, while he spanked her ass-
"Blaise. Why don't you just leave me alone?"
Blaise snorted. "And then what? Go say hi to Weasley? Nah, let's just head back to the common room."
"No." Draco said stubbornly, surprising even himself. He didn't want to leave Granger anywhere near that red headed monster. No way. He glared at Weasel Bee, who caught his eye and glared right back.
"Got a problem, Malfoy?" Ron called, making everyone turn around to look at Draco.
Draco felt Blaise stiffen beside him. "No, mate." Blaise said in a low voice. "Don't respo-"
"I didn't. Until a red headed slug came strolling through, looking like he owned the place." Draco drawled, moving a step forward.
Predictably, Ron turned a bright shade of orange, which clashed horribly with his hair. His arm dropped from Granger's shoulder (thank merlin) and he took a step forward. People parted around them, to let the two of them be directly in front of each other.
"At least I'm someone who deserves to be here. Unlike you, ferret." He spat.
Draco had expected this sentence to come up. He smirked. "And who are you to decide that?"
"Someone better than you'll ever be."
Draco snorted. "Is that the best you got?"
Granger stepped forward. "Both of you, will you please just-"
"I don't know why McGonagall even allowed you to come here." Ron snarled, talking over Granger.
"And I don't know why you didn't come back for N.E.W.T.S." Draco said smoothly.
"Maybe she felt sorry for you- a pathetic excuse for a human being-"
"Is it because you wanted to tag along with Potter, like his sad old tail-"
"I'm nobody's tail!" Ron roared, causing several first year girls to jump and back away. "I'm not like your fucking parents who danced around Voldemort's (people flinched) finger!"
Draco's grey eyes spewed fire. "Watch it, Weasley. You may have saved my life, but that doesn't mean-"
He took a menacing step towards Ron, who didn't stop shouting. "McGonagall must have gotten a sorry letter from your mum, before she got whisked away to Azkaban! I hope the dementors are enjoying playing with her body as much as with sucking her soul-"
There were gasps at this. Hermione's voice sounded horrified. "Ron!"
At this point, there was a ringing in Draco's ears and all he could see was red. RED. RED. RED. He grabbed Ron's collar and twisted his hand before he could get his wand and threw a square punch in his jaw. Ron grunted and tried to kick Draco in the shins. Draco side stepped and threw in another punch. They wrestled to the ground, and Draco's head hit the stone wall and he saw stars for a moment before he punched the stupid red head in the gut. His blood was soaring, he thought he felt something cool and liquidy at the back of his head but didn't care enough.
Somebody grabbed Draco by the back, and pulled the two wrestling bodies apart. Draco struggled against the hold until he saw a pair of brown eyes appear in his line of sight. Granger. And she didn't look too happy.
"That's enough." She said calmly and raised her wand. She did a nonverbal spell and immediately, it was as though the tension in the air disappeared. Draco felt calmer now. His heart rate slowed down. It was like a calming effect. The anger wasn't gone, it shimmered under the surface of his skin, but he could control it better now. He glanced at Weasel Bee who had a bleeding lip (good) and who looked a bit more calmer as well. Draco could think more clearly now. He no longer saw red, no longer wanted to punch-
A sharp spike of pain on his head, made him wince and tumble. He placed his hand at the back of his skull and drew it back to see it covered in blood. His knees felt weak. His head spun. There was another spike of pain. A pair of warm, brown eyes swayed before him and he thought he heard someone calling his name. He wanted to hold on to those eyes, to that sweet voice...before all he saw, was black.
...
There was a flash of green. The sound of cackling laughter. The sound of his father's voice filling his head, telling him ... no, reminding him how he was never good enough...
...
Darkness. There was only a big, black nothing in front of him. He could hear nothing, he could see nothing, he could feel nothing. But he could smell a familiar scent. Vanilla, lavender, books and grass. It anchored him. Warmed him.
...
Voices drifted in through the darkness. His limbs felt like they were bags of sand. His head hurt, his eyelids stung.
...
"Do you think he'll ever wake up?" Somebody asked.
"I hope he doesn't." someone else replied.
"Ron!" someone exclaimed harshly. That voice. It was familiar. That scent. It was welcoming. "How can you say something like that?"
"Bloody heel." the second voice swore. "What's gotten into you, Hermione? Why are you even bothered about that ferret? Can't you see I'm hurt too?"
"That's not the point Ron. He's a fellow student-"
"He's Malfoy!" Weasel Bee growled. Draco was almost fully conscious and he recognized their voices. Granger and Weasley. He must he in the hospital wing. Then it all came rushing back... seeing Weasley, the argument, the fight...he'd hit his head. That explained why it felt so sore.
"He may not be the nicest person we know, but he's still human-"
"Hermione, have you forgotten everything that we've been through? A bloody lot of it was because of that git-"
"Ron I haven't forgotten anything. Now will you please keep your voice down?" Granger hissed.
"I can't believe this." Ron muttered. "I bloody well can't understand why you're even bothering about his well being. He's an asshole, Hermione. He was death eater!"
"Not by choice!" Hermione screamed, and Draco couldn't take it any longer. He snapped his eyes open and it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. It must be night. A familiar figure sat a little away from his bed. Granger. She was sitting right in the middle of his and Weasel Bee's beds.
"You're right on that one, Granger." Draco croaked.
She jumped and rushed over to him. "Malfoy!" Her warm, concerned eyes loomed over him. "How are you feeling? Does you head still hurt? I should call Madam Pompfrey-" she turned to leave but Draco stopped her.
"No." He groaned, sitting up. A wave of nausea hit him and Granger swam before his eyes. "Wait."
He could hear Weasel Bee muttering in the bed next to him. Draco glanced at him. Weasel Bee's eyes and lips were swollen. There was an angry bruise on his jaw.
Draco didn't know what came over him. He really didn't, because the next few words just tumbled out of his mouth. "Sorry about that, Weasley." Merlin, was this really him talking? What the bloody hell?
There was complete and absolute silence for a whole minute and then- Weasel Bee started to laugh. "Yeah, you're sorry." He snorted. "Hell would freeze over before I believe that. You're probably sorry you didn't do more damage, but let me tell you, I did you a lot more damage than-"
"No really." Draco shook his head. Pain spiked in his skull and he groaned, clutching his head. "I realized that wasn't the nicest was to thank you for saving my life."
Whoever this was, this wasn't Draco Malfoy. No way. No sodding way.
"He must have hit his head real bad." Ron muttered, turning away.
Draco caught Hermione's eye and he couldn't quite tell what she was thinking about. "I'll call Madam Pompfrey." she said softly and rushed away.
...
A few hours later, Draco woke up to the sound of snores. Loud, troll like snores. The potion Madam Pompfrey had given him had worked like a charm, and he felt so much more rested now.
He turned his head to the side slightly and saw Granger standing near the window. Her hair fell in waves and the moonlight streaming in caught her face in just the perfect places. The soft curves of her body, the planes of her shoulder, the silkiness of her hair, the plumpness of her lips... Incredibly, with his head still hurting and the smell of the infirmary strong in the air, his cock stirred at the sight of her.
"Granger." he called quietly. She turned quickly, her eyes intent and watched him and he watched her. God she was fucking beautiful. Those clothes had to be priceless for clothing someone as beautiful as her. "Come here." He commanded softly. He saw her eyes widen slightly, but she came close to him nonetheless.
"Draw the curtain around us." He said. Soft, yet firm. She glanced at Weasel Bee's sleeping form before quickly drawing the curtain around them.
Draco grabbed his wand from the bedside table and made a circle around them which was impenetrable and cast Muffliato. His heart was pounding, his dick was twitching at the sight of her.
"How are you feeling?" she asked softly. Fuck.
"I don't know. I think I might feel a bit better if you could just unzip my trousers-"
"Malfoy!" she said reproachfully. "Not now-"
"Yes now." he said firmly. "Unzip my trousers Granger." he said in a voice that knew would wet her panties. For his cock. For him.
With wide eyes and trembling fingers she unzipped his fly and pulled down both his boxers and his pants halfway before he interrupted her.
"Tut tut. I only told you to unzip them. You dirty girl, are you really that desperate for my cock?"
Her eyes widened at the hardness of his cock. Her cheeks tinged pink. "I.. I thought-"
"Well if you've bought them down anyways..." he lowered his voice. "Take off you panties." he ordered.
"What?" she squeaked.
"Be my dirty little slut and take off your panties." he said in a deadly calm voice.
She obeyed his command at once and tugged up her skirt revealing the titillating view of her creamy thighs. His mouth watered. She gripped the band of her panties and pulled them down in a slow exaggerated motion.
"Little minx." he growled. "Such a fucking tease."
She finally stepped out of them and turned to face him.
"Straddle me." he said gruffly. She scrambled onto the bed and placed her small hands on his chest. Her sweet pussy touched the base of his cock. Oh holy hell.
"Fuck Granger." he hissed. "Now use your hand to push my cock in that little hole of yours."
"Malfoy" she whispered.
"Do it." he commanded.
She grasped his length in one hand and guided it to her entrance. He groaned as her wetness touched the head of his dick.
"So wet...so ready for me cock, aren't you?" he said, roughly grabbing her hips. "Burry my cock Granger." he said.
And she did. She sank into his length in the most deliciously painful way he could ever think of. He hissed and gripped her hips more tightly. They would leave marks, for sure. "Ride me." he croaked.
She began to move. Up until she covered only his head, and then down...milking him, consuming him. His hips thrust forward of their own accord and soon they'd found a steady rhythm.
"You like riding my cock, Granger? Like that I can sink so deep into your cunt?" he rasped.
"Yes." she cried, as he thrust into her forcefully.
"That's it Granger." he thrust into her, lifting his hips up to meet hers. "Ride me. Fuck."
"Draco." she moaned, her walls clenching him deliciously.
"Fuck yes." He said gruffly, fucking her mercilessly.
"Ahhh." she arched her back and convulsed around him. One more thrust and he was soaring over the edge with her, grunting his release, his cock shooting his sperm inside her...mingling their juices.
"Kiss me, Granger." he groaned, and she fell into his arms, kissing him fiercely. Passionately. And as though he could sense it...almost lovingly.
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There you have it! I hope you enjoyed it! I've written it in a hurry, and I'm pretty sure there are some spelling errors. I'll be back in a week and fix them up. For now, my books are waiting!
Bye,
la icepopsickle xD