Draco waited for Hermione in one of the spare bedrooms in the guest wing of the house. This was only the third time they would be meeting here like this, but it already felt like an old routine- and one he wasn't too pleased with.
Once a month Hermione would show up on the previously agreed upon date and let him fuck her. As part of her terms, she refused to undress beyond taking off her panties. Foreplay consisted of her handing him a jar of lubricant, getting on all fours and then telling him to get it done with already.
She didn't let him touch her beyond inserting his cock in her and holding on. And she most certainly never touched him. There was something depressing and deeply unsatisfying about the whole act, made worse only by the fact that despite it all he was always hard and ready for her.
Draco was growing tired of fucking a consenting corpse. It wouldn't have bothered him so much, except he kept having vivid flashes of their first time together- of what Hermione looked like naked, and how responsive she was to his touches. He needed to know if it was real or just a fevered dream.
"Take off your clothes. I want to see you."
"No."
"Let me get you off first."
"No."
"Touch me."
"No."
"Turn around, I want to watch your face."
"No."
"Ride my cock."
"No."
"Let me touch you. I swear I'll make you feel so good."
"Don't you get it Malfoy? I don't want you to make me feel anything. Just do what you need to and leave."
While what Hermione offered satisfied the Veela bond enough Draco no longer felt the maddening compulsion he felt to have sex with her when the mating heat first took hold of him nearly six months ago, he still found himself indulging in fantasies of watching her come apart at his hands, mouth, cock or all three. That she wouldn't let him pleasure her left him feeling irritated and angry with her all the time quite like the way he was with her at school.
He couldn't understand how she, as his mate, could remain so unaffected by him. Her cool and detached demeanour grated at his pride and he felt ready to snap at her. In hindsight, it was unfortunate he chanced upon her secret on one of their therapy sessions days.
The information came to him quite by accident. The elf came to see Draco to request for a refill of the potion supplies as they were short of one ingredient needed for Missy Hermione's special tea. It took several tactfully directed questions for Draco to discover Hermione was taking a magical suppressant that dulled the senses for a few hours ensuring she wouldn't really feel anything he was doing to her.
Perhaps if Draco had time, he would've come up with a better way of dealing with his discovery than just being cruel to Hermione, as it was he simply fell back to old habits when he realised he'd been played by one Hermione Malfoy. Furious with his discovery, Draco bribed the elf into leaving out the suppressant from Hermione's tea that evening and he seethed in anger as he waited for her to arrive.
"Who are you thinking of, Granger? Do you imagine it's my father's cock inside you when I'm fucking you?" He cruelly asked as he thrust harder into her.
"Tell me, Granger, do you lie here with your eyes closed, thinking it's my father taking you like an animal?" he asked, yanking her hair, pulling her head back into his chest.
Normally, she would've long ago protested to all the liberties he was taking with her, but, without the suppressant Draco could see Granger was too focused on her struggle to maintain the facade of being unaffected by him to bother fighting him in any way.
"Or, do you imagine it's me pounding your wet pussy when my father makes love to you? Fucking answer me, Granger," he barked into her ears.
Hermione didn't say anything, only whimpered and screwed her eyes shut tighter.
"Look at me, you bitch. You're going to look at me and know who's fucking you right now. I'm not going to let you think of anyone but me when I'm in you."
One of his hands slid up her hip and squeezed her breast before pinching her nipple hard. The pain made her open her eyes in a flash of pain and anger to look at him, but once she did she was unable to look away.
Through every thrust of his hips and caress of his hands he maintained eye contact with her.
During sex Draco felt compelled to assert his dominance over her. Plus, he was really mad at her. She was his mate and she'd been denying him this pleasure.
"Do you feel me, Granger, do you feel me stretching your pussy? Does it feel as good for you? Because, I've never enjoyed sex more than when I'm buried balls deep in you, like right now."
He felt her pussy spasm around his cock at his words. He could see her struggling to hold back and not show him how good it felt to be joined with him, but he could see it clearly in her eyes. No wonder the bitch always wanted to bury her face in the mattress, he thought, she didn't want him to know. The thought made him fuck her harder still.
"Is this how you seduced my father? Using your filthy cunt? I can see why he'd want to stick his cock in it. I'm half his age and I spend most of my time thinking about the next time I'll get to sink my cock into your hot pussy. Poor father, stuck with a whore like you for a wife, who can't even keep her legs closed before his son."
Even if Draco missed the way she sharply inhaled at his insulting words, he definitely knew he'd gone too far when Hermione soundly slapped him.
"You- you arsehole." She pulled away from him.
"How dare you! I'm only doing this to save your pathetic life!"
She quickly moved off the bed and began pulling on her robes.
"And it's not like this entire situation isn't of your own making either." She stomped angrily in the midst of walking away.
"What? You think I chose to be a Veela and picked you as my mate?" scoffed Draco, while remaining on the bed. He made no attempt to cover himself. Figuring this way he'd give her an eyeful, seeing as how she usually preferred to simply take off her knickers and get to it without taking the time to explore each other.
Hermione turned on her heel to face Draco, her hair practically giving off sparks of raw magic thanks to her unbridled fury.
"Do you take me for a fool, Malfoy? Do you think as soon as I got to know about your condition and what I mean to you I didn't research the subject to death? Do you think in the last few months I've allowed you to fuck me, I haven't figured out that the only reason we are in this predicament is because you, the bigoted coward that you are, didn't want me for your mate and chose to ignore me and get married to someone else instead?"
He started to protest, give her the old spiel of how he didn't know she was his mate, not till she started living so close to him in Malfoy Manor. She cut him off by raising her hand in a stopping motion.
"Please stop insulting my intelligence. I know now that you had to have figured out who I was to you during our time at Hogwarts. Even if you didn't, since we went to the same school you would've recognised me when you had your mate dream."
Draco watched her expressive face try to hide the hurt she was feeling.
"For years you let me suffer through one failed relationship after another, wondering why I was never happy, why something always felt missing... You would've left me in the dark for the rest of my life if circumstances hadn't demanded you to seek my help. You rejected me when you refused to claim me and you chose someone else instead. You rejected me till the Veela blood in you made you so sick it left you no choice but to come to me... Do you have any idea how dirty any of this makes me feel?"
While Hermione took a moment to compose herself, Draco rubbed at his chest trying to relieve the sudden ache he felt there over her words.
When she spoke again her words were laced less with hurt, infused with righteous anger instead.
"Even though I think you deserve every bit of suffering you'll experience without me, I'm going to stick with the deal I made with you. For your father's and Astoria's sake, I will. But, I need to leave now, I cannot stand being around you for another minute."
Draco didn't know what to say or do. While everything she said was true, he had never really paused to consider Hermione's feelings over their situation. He certainly never imagined he possessed enough power in their relationship dynamic to cause Granger the kind of hurt he had.
In the moment the only thing clear to Draco was that somehow he'd bollixed things up completely.