Chapter Ten: Wanting
"Are you up Granger?" Draco called from his side of the adjoined door.
The day was to be spent at a big picnic outing as a sort of a retreat for all the teams and Draco didn't want her to miss the departure time.
"Of course I'm up," came her snappy reply and it made Draco smile for some odd reason, "why the hell wouldn't I be up?"
"Because I spent all night making passionate love to you and you passed out exhausted," he joked, loving how she popped her head out of the bathroom to throw her brush at him, "I wasn't that drunk," she protested.
"Uh-huh, now I don't want to rude but hurry the hell up woman before I come in there and get you".
For some odd reason after last night some tension seemed to have disappeared and the banter between them was more in good fun rather than in malice. There was something about vomiting your guts out while having someone hold back your hair that created a bond.
"Alright I'm done," she announced stepping out of the bathroom a bit nervously.
Hermione was wearing a long sleeved white over sized collared shirt and not much else, with a black belt just under her breasts. Sure it came up to just above her knees but after seeing her mostly in leather pants he was very surprised. Oh sure he had seen her in her underwear the night before… but she still surprised him and he felt that familiar stir of desire. Her boots didn't help either.
"Are you just going out in that?" he didn't like how his tone sounded so possessive.
"What don't you like it?" she sounded oddly hurt, little did he know she actually had needed his approval. She hated herself for it.
"Yes of course I do, it's just a little you know short".
"Oh I'm wearing tights underneath," she laughed relieved that's what his problem was. With a smile she pulled down her tights to her knees matter-of-factly and to Draco's own relief left them at that length.
"Ok then… let's go," he said gruffly not sure if he could control himself from kissing her, her laugh making him stare hypnotised at her mouth.
"Yes let's go to this stupid picnic," she sighed a little as they left her room.
Draco didn't ask her about the sigh; quite sure it was over the same disappointment he was feeling.
They were halfway to the bottom when the elevator stopped and the doors opened… to the same group of girls that Hermione had been stuck with the previous night.
She felt them throw a curious look at her and her bold outfit, before of course focusing all their attention on the man next to her, a cool looking Draco Malfoy. And so it was for the rest of the elevator ride, Hermione entertained thoughts of the elevator's cable breaking... It wasn't Draco's fault however, these minx's were so transparent and clearly had desperate stamped all over them. What self respecting girl would think that someone as self respecting as Draco would go for a girl who competed for his attention like a little kid? The whole time they were either sticking out their boobs, sighing, giggling, talking about themselves, playing with his hair, hitting him playfully, treating his sullen responses like they were personal with a deeper meaning… it really did make her frustrated. She knew they were all attracted to his bad boy image but if they ever got their claws onto him they would of course expect him to change for them. It was an unrealistic ideal that Hermione blamed the consumer world for. You couldn't 'better' someone; you just had to make your values very clear from the beginning and compromise.
Thankfully as the doors opened and they all got out, girls all walked away to join an even bigger group of girls.
"Oh Merlin, I thought I was going to die of boredom," Draco moaned, "I wish you girls didn't talk so much".
"Hey not all girls are like that, I'm certainly not," Hermione replied indignant.
"Pft as if you aren't… ok so you're not as bad as that lot," he conceded, "but I bet you're loud in bed" he added with a smirk.
"Oh really Malfoy, that was a bit unnecessary," she felt her cheeks colour, however she knew she should have expected that from him, "All I have to say is, pity you will never know," she added slyly.
"But I will," he smiled tucking her arm under his and heading outside, "and you will scream for me".
Hermione felt that familiar buzz of excitement; he always managed to turn her on even when they were doing the most innocent of things, he just had a dirty mouth…
The picnic was long and tiresome owing to too much food and wine. After a few hours of eating and relaxing, also most of the men had started a game of rough soccer, which had almost no rules, too many players and lots of mud. The women were encouraged to of course undertake what the summit was really about, forming excellent international bonds.
However Hermione found herself floundering in her part of the idle shop talk and chit chat, she was distracted by a certain blonde figure tackling and laughing with the other men- including her hero Anthony.
"Uh yeah, I think I have a head ache," she finally said after an hour of constant questions and repetitive conversation. After quickly excusing herself she started her way back to the hotel, thanking Merlin that it was getting dark so the girls couldn't say she was rude, most people were starting to pack up anyway.
Getting into the elevator first she was glad it was empty and she didn't have to share it with anybody, she was sick of people… with the exception of one particular person.
For the rest of the ride she allowed herself to indulge in thinking some sinful thoughts indeed about him. So sinful that she was positively on fire. Every part of her ached and she resolved to have a long shower until they went away… although she would have rather Draco aid her.
She sighed heavily as the elevator stopped at her floor and closed behind her. She would just have to imagine… his body pressed against hers, his mouth hot and wet on her neck... As she entered her apartment she sighed again not liking how the emptiness of it brought her back to reality. Maybe if she just watched a movie with Draco that would be satisfaction enough, to just be in his company.
With that questioning thought she waited on her bed, pulling off her boots and tights, until she heard his door. Quelling the butterflies in her stomach she went through the adjoining door.
Draco was feeling happy after playing soccer with the boys. He hadn't played in years and he had surprisingly made a lot of friends in that match. It was odd how sport did that to people, it let down the barriers without demanding too much. The girls had to try it next time, rather than the intimidating prospect of answering a lot of intense questions… He saw Hermione had looked fairly uncomfortable. She kept looking out at the match, he sometimes imagined right at him…
Just as he started picturing her in his mind, looking out at the match at him, biting into a juicy peach, the juices dribbling down her chin and her neck and lower…the devil herself suddenly she walked in.
"Uh hello Granger," Draco greeted her from the couch.
"Yes…" Hermione murmured suddenly going red, "hello".
"Did you have fun at the picnic?" he had no idea why he was being so polite and formal, when all he wanted to do was pull her onto him.
"Sure," she murmured again going redder.
"What is it?" he asked curious at her blushing.
"You don't have a shirt on," she explained hardly meeting his eyes, "and you look all sweaty and muddy".
"Ah," he said, he had forgotten he had taken his shirt of at the end of the match and of course he was muddy, he had been tackled into the mud quite a few times.
"Oh wait I get it," he began with a smirk and stood up over her, "You like this don't you?" he asked her but she shrank back clearly alarmed. But he wasn't about to let her get away especially when he caught that glimpse of wanting in her eyes.
Suddenly he gripped her waist and pulled her towards him, towards the couch where he sat down but kept her standing in front of him so he looked up into her face.
Hermione looked down at him determinedly which made him laugh. She wasn't going to make anything easier for him. He circled his fingers slowly around her hips and felt her shudder.
"Now imagine I'm doing that to your bare skin…wouldn't that be much better?" he laughed again as she tried to pull away.
"Where are you going Granger? I'm right here in front of you, half naked, sweaty and hard, just how you like it".
"I just came in to ask if you wanted to watch a movie," her voice sounded breathless and her protest weak even to her.
"Oh really now, well if that's the case," he played along amused at her weak charade, dropping his hands from her waist and wondering how long it would take for her to react.
However she didn't react, she just sat crossed legged on the couch next to him. Which was when he realised she hadn't worn underwear.
She took no notice of him, sitting with her hands combing lazily through her hair, projecting an image of innocence and it was nearly Draco's undoing.
"My little innocent Granger, no such impure thoughts in her mind," Draco leaned closer so he could whisper in her ear, "No I don't think she has ever thought about what would happen if she uncrossed those beautiful legs…or I don't think she has imagined me lifting her legs up and-"
He was interrupted by her groan, "I knew you'd be loud for me," he whispered again making her shiver before running his hand up her knee.
But Hermione wasn't going to let him win that easily, "And I knew you couldn't keep your hands off me," she goaded him, "All I have to do is look at you".
Draco's hand froze and he smiled dangerously all of a sudden, "Oh I smell a challenge," he replied, "and I shall win".
Hermione just smirked. Arching her back slightly, her jersey barely covered the top of her thighs, and her hard nipples clearly evident as the material stretched tight. Letting out a slight sigh she glanced hotly at Draco, letting her hands wander down her body.
"Dammit," was all he said before he got up, fiercely uncrossed her legs and pulled her body up to his.
"Oh," was all she said as she could feel his hardness press against her.
"Mmm", he murmured kissing her neck, "you are so beautiful".
To his frustration however, she had refused again to make it easy for him, acting like dead weight, her legs not wrapped around him, but somewhat unsatisfactorily dangling in front of him, he treated her like the rag doll she was playing and threw her over his shoulder. To his satisfaction he heard a surprised 'opf' and was also rewarded with her jersey riding up her back, giving him an excellent view of her naked bottom. She pounded indignantly at his back as he marched into the bedroom, rubbing her bottom all the way.
"Now don't make me smack you," he laughed as he threw her on the bed. She instantly paid him, making him groan, as she raised her bottom cheekily up to him before squealing away from his hand.
He hadn't had this much fun in bed with someone for a very long time. He had forgotten what it was like to be made to work for it.
"Are you going to just stand there or come over here?" Hermione growled impatiently. She felt like she was going to explode if he didn't get a move on. With a sly smirk he just stood there watching her and she knew then, he was paying her back for teasing on the couch.
"Two can play that game," she said saucily making to crawl her way towards him looking up at him cheekily. However his unblinking stare got to her and she dropped eye contact, freezing where she was, only inches away from his warm body. Something in his eyes made her unsure of herself, his stare was so intense and hot, what if he didn't find her any good? After all he had a lot of experience to go by… what had she been thinking?
However all of her worries were erased moments later, as he suddenly groaned and rushed forward the last remaining inches to meet her with a deep kiss that had her groaning in return. As he pushed her onto her back and lowered himself on her she was met with another prime example of what she did to him.
"How nice of you to join me," she smiled against his cheek as started to kiss her neck.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world," He grunted not stopping.
"Oh I wasn't talking to you Malfoy," she giggled cheekily rubbing the front of his pants to indicate she had been talking about that part of him.
"That's it you asked for it," He said pulling back to look at her face and push her arms up over her head.
"Mr Malfoy are you threatening me with good sex?" She forced herself to keep a straight face.
"Oh I love it when you mock me Granger," he murmured, "but yes I am threatening you with good sex," he added.
"Well okay then," she hardly knew what she was saying; she was so entranced by every thing he was doing.
And everything was about to get a whole lot hotter.