Chapter 10
"Draco… I'm sorry…" she said, wrapping her arms around him. Draco lightly took her arms from around him and turned to leave.
"I don't have time for time wasters, Granger!" he said, as she watched him walk the long corridor to the library's giant exit."
Draco sat alone in the Slytherin common room. The night's events were too much for him right now, he felt tired and very, very unsatisfied.
"Feeling alright, mate?" It was Blaise, making his way down the stairs from the bedrooms. With a tumbler of Firewhiskey in one hand and lit cigarette in the other, Draco nodded silently and motioned for Blaise to take a seat next to him on the chaise.
"Zabini…" started Draco, as Blaise put a cigarette to his lips and lit it, "Believe it or not… I mean, personally I'm finding it very hard to believe… but, I'm having problems with a certain girl…" Both boys took long drags of their cigarettes and Draco followed his with a swig from his glass. Blaise raised an eyebrow.
"Really?" he smirked, "And who's the lucky lady? I'm presuming it isn't Pansy as I'm sure you'd have no trouble at all with her… Actually, I doubt any guy would have trouble with her…"
"You're right, it isn't Parkinson. It's someone else, but I think I'll keep her identity a secret for now. The point is, Blaise, is that she won't let me… have my way with her. There's only so many times I can try, and quite frankly it's becoming quite tedious, but Merlin, I want her." Another swig from his glass and Draco could feel the Firewhiskey taking effect. Blaise had never heard his friend talk this way about a girl. Girls never turned down Draco Malfoy. Even Blaise knew that.
"Look, mate", he said, smoke streaming out in an exhale, "If you reckon she's worth it, keep tryin'. Otherwise, forget it. Plenty of other 'shaggable' women in this dump, aren't there?" Draco nodded, Blaise was right.
"Let's get pissed," suggested Draco, already half way there. Blaise laughed, and the two boys sat in the common room, smoking cigarette after cigarette and gulping glass after glass until the early hours of the morning when finally they slowly stumbled up the stairs to bed.
While Draco had the best sleep of his life that night, Hermione didn't sleep a wink. She'd been contemplating whether she'd missed her chance with Draco or if she'd done the right thing by stopping what they were doing. She knew he had a reputation, that what he was doing was purely for his own satisfaction, pure lust. What Hermione didn't know was if she wanted to be a part of that or not. 'I suppose now it doesn't matter, seeing as he's over trying to seduce me…' she thought to herself, turning over in her bed for the hundredth time. Half awake, she turned to look at the clock sitting on her bedside table. The hands ticked away, as it showed 4 o'clock. 'Enough is enough, Hermione. You're being ridiculous. He's a Slytherin, for Merlin's sake. A sneaky, manipulative snake. Sleep is what you really need,' she reasoned, and closed her eyes tight.
"Draco? What are you doing here?" Hermione awoke after tossing and turning all night over thoughts of the man who now leaned against the end of her four-poster, eyes wild, and a smooth smirk formed by his lips. She relaxed to hear the noises of the other girls snoring, signalling that they were all fast asleep.
"What do you think I'm here for? To collect, of course…" he replied, casting a silencing charm non-verbally before crawling onto the bed, stopping right on top of her. His defined arms held up his weight over her, Hermione could feel his arousal on her own through the sheets and clothing. He leant down, his face next to hers, lips brushing her ear, and he whispered, "I want you." Hermione inhaled sharply, and the next moment found the two connected at the lips. They fought desperately for more contact, as the sheets were pulled aside and hands tugged at clothing. Draco sat up, Hermione still lying on the bed. He hastily removed his shirt, button by button, throwing it to the floor. His trousers shortly followed. He beckoned for Hermione to sit up, and she obeyed. Draco brought her scarlet nightie up over her head, leaving them both sitting on the bed in just their underwear. He didn't even stop to admire her before moving them both back down, ravaging her lips once again. Moans and heavy breaths escaped their mouths as Hermione let his fingers pull down her panties to her shins. She kicked the red lace off her completely, her hands feeling each crevice of his neck and back while he trailed kisses down her chest. Draco went to multi-tasking; he placed kisses on the inside of her thighs before reaching her already wet folds, all the while taking his underwear off and flinging them over the side of the bed. His lips and tongue worked hard on her, much to Hermione's satisfaction as she gripped the wooden headboard, no longer holding back on the moans and screams. Building her up to just before her peak, he moved back up to her, kissing her to let her taste herself and holding her by her hips firmly. She felt him at her entrance, skin to skin, and he was hard as anything. He was riling her up, his shaft grinding against her, leaving her silently begging for him to get on with it. With another soft kiss, Draco drove himself into Hermione, not willing to wait any longer. She let out a short gasp at how he filled her and he groaned at the sensation. Draco pinned her hands above her and continued thrusting, in and out, gradually get faster as she got wetter and as they came closer to climax. Hermione screamed his name as he growled hers, and with that he collapsed beside her. Both lay panting, and Draco turned to look at her. He stroked her cheek and kissed her lightly on the lips before shifting to get out of bed. Silently he began pulling on his clothes, while Hermione opened her mouth to protest but no words came out. He looked at her one last time before slipping into the darkness, leaving her there wondering if it had just all been a…
'Dream…' Hermione awoke in a sweat. She needed him, just as much as he needed her, to put their curiosity to rest. Sitting up, she knew what had to be done and it had to be done now. If Draco wasn't going to pursue her any longer, she was going to have to pursue him.