Hermione was incredibly confused. Draco had been perfectly clear with what he wanted, but she did not understand what it was that she herself needed. She knew she needed someone intelligent, loyal and mature, but she only had had a few relationships in the past and she felt completely out of her element.
Did Draco want her only for her body? Did he want a casual relationship or something more serious? Did Hermione herself want something casual? She knew that she was attracted to him, it wasn't out of the question. Was Draco expecting her to be some refined society wife or just a woman to see in secret?
She needed more information.
Hermione paced back in forth in front of Draco in their classroom. He was leaning against the desk watching her unobtrusively, letting her have the time to quiet her mind before speaking. He thought she was quite adorable when frazzled, but he didn't want to interrupt and further mystify her.
She halted her movement and stood still, drawing her arms up to cover her stomach and clearing her throat. She frowned, looking at him and trying to understand what was happening.
"So you're not interested in friendship?" She asked.
"Not at all." He replied easily. He was patient when it came to the things he wanted. He had been under house arrest for years, he knew how to wait.
"Do you just want sex? Or for me to be some secret affair behind doors? Because I am not going to allow myself to be kept away from the public as if I'm some secret shame." She clasped her hands and looked down at them, uncomfortable with discussing sex with her ex-enemy.
"I want you. In your entirety." He remained firm.
"It doesn't bother you that I'm a mudblood?" She asked, doubting that such a prejudiced young boy could grow to want her.
"The war is over, my father is out of my life. I was taught to hate from infancy." He sighed, running his hand through his hair. "It took me a long time to understand that everything I had been raised to believe was just complete bullshit. It would be the same as you finding out that the sky was not blue, but instead red.
I emulated my father throughout my childhood. He appeared to be a powerful and respected man, and that was and is all that I want in life. I was taught that blood purity was an integral piece of that power and strength. The war changed all of that.
The home that I grew up in and loved was soaked in blood. I lived with the most feared wizard of our time, and I saw that blood meant nothing. I helped prisoners of my house escape, got my mother out of the war alive and mostly in tact, and then cut my father out of my life. Blood does not mean anything. Lucius is my father by blood, but he is not my family. Your blood is not magical, but you are one of the most talented witches I have ever seen." He stepped closer to her and took her hands in his own.
"I am incredibly and unfailingly sorry for everything I and my family put you through. But I don't want to be your friend."
He lifted her left hand to his mouth and kissed her palm softly, but surely. "I am not one of your Gryffindor boys that will follow orders and be satisfied with brotherly affection." He lifted her right hand to his mouth and kissed her other palm.
He slipped his hands to her waist and pulled her close, turning them around slowly and pushing her back to his desk. He picked her up and set her on the desk, moving to stand between her legs and dropping his mouth to her ear.
"I want you, Hermione." She shivered at the sound of her first name coming from him.
He licked a long trail up her neck, ending behind her ear and gently taking her earlobe in his teeth. He curled around her like a snake and let his hand travel into her hair to tenderly pull her face up to meet his eyes.
"What do you want?" He smiled down at her, enjoying the pink in her cheeks. She bit her lip and tried to hold in a moan at his proximity and warmth.
She was in a love-hate relationship with his body. It was broad and hard and just so tantalizing warm, but she couldn't think when he got so close to her.
"C-can you please take your hand out of my hair?" She asked breathlessly, putting unsure hands up to his chest to tentatively push him away from her.
He pulled lightly on her hair, fisting his hand and keeping her close. "Why, is it distracting you?" He chuckled sinfully and let his lips lightly brush against hers. He met her eyes confidently. "I'm waiting for an answer, Granger."
She swallowed thickly and met his eyes cautiously. His eyes were dark with lust but focused. Determined.
"So you want me for me? Not just some quick lay?" She repeated her earlier concern, trying to make sure his desires were genuine. She was stalling.
"Nothing about this will be quick, Granger." He smirked, pulling her closer. "I'm not going to make the decision for you. So what'll it be?" He tilted his head and waited.
She looked up at him, frustrated that her brain was failing her. She couldn't think when she was touching him. She carefully wrapped her fingers around his collar.
She slowly pulled him down and kissed him, letting out a small sigh against his mouth. He grumbled deep in his chest, letting her kiss him softly and pulling her close.
He was content with this chaste kiss for a few moments, but she deepened the kiss quickly. He pulled her hair and poured all of his want and craving into her, dropping his hands to cup her bottom and pulling her close to grind into the apex of her thighs.
Her head fell back and she moaned, holding him tighter as he licked and bit at her neck.
"Oh my god, please don't – uh – please don't leave a mark. We have – oh, fuck – class in the morning." She struggled to speak when he ground hard into her again.
He pulled away from her, closing his eyes tightly and trying to get ahold of himself.
"Don't swear like that, Granger." He ran his hands over his face and stepped away for a moment. He needed to gather himself before he took her on his desk.
"Don't swear? What do you mean? You swear all the time, Draco." She frowned, her mind clearing with his distance but she hated the sudden cold that came with his absence.
"Don't call me 'Draco', don't swear. Don't look at me like that, and stop biting your lip, merlin." He turned around and fisted his hands multiple times. She didn't think she'd ever seen him this disheveled.
"Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry but I don't want a mark, it would look unprofessional to our students and I don't want the-" He turned around sharply and kissed her hard, spread her legs and pulled her thigh up to wrap around his hips.
"You make me so crazy, Granger. You're fucking sexy when you curse and moan." He bit her neck hard, definitely leaving a mark. "I'm trying to take things slow with you and hold myself back, but I can't do that if you call me by my first name and moan like that." He slipped his hand down her stomach to rest between her thighs.
"Uh – oh my god – this isn't very slow, Draco." She laughed but then moaned when he slid a finger into her panties. She was embarrassingly wet and shifted to try and hide it, but he lifted her chin to hotly bite her lip and kiss her again.
"I'm sorry, love. You're just so fucking wet." He rested his forehead on her shoulder and breathed heavily. "Merlin, I could just slide in right now and take you on this desk." He slid a finger inside of her and groaned.
He took a deep breath and removed his hands from her. He pulled her off the desk to stand in front of him and he kissed her slow and deep.
"Slow. Alright, we can do this." She laughed slightly, blushing bright and taking his hand.
He led her out of the classroom and threw an arm over her shoulders, tucking her into his side. They headed to the Great Hall for dinner, and he grinned secretly when he realized she had forgotten to cover his love bite.
Being with her was going to be fun.