Draco Malfoy was a sensible sort of guy. He liked when things went his way—who wouldn't?—and so he strived to make sure things did, in fact, go his way. Fucking Hermione had a lot of positives. For one thing she was a bloody good shag, that was for sure. He hadn't quite expected it, being the prude that she was. But for another thing, this whole arrangement was basically his life's dream.
He was able to fuck a girl with no emotional attachment. A hot girl—he wasn't an idiot, he hated her, but anyone would admit that Hermione was hot. In her own way at least. Especially when you got her clothes off. Those robes didn't do her curvaceous body justice.
Except for that one teeny tiny voice in the back of his mind that pissed him off more than he cared to say. He wouldn't go so far as to say he cared for her, but there was definitely that sense of ownership. She belonged to him. And he caught himself grinding his teeth when she was laughing with Ron. He didn't exactly know why; he figured it was just because Ron was an annoying piece of shit.
But no. He didn't care for her. He had grown to like her, though. She wasn't nearly as annoying as he had always thought her to be.
So, in a strange way, he looked forward to the weekends. Not just because of the sex, but because of something else he couldn't quite put his finger on. It bothered him, but not enough for him to actually do anything about it.
These were the thoughts that wandered through his mind as he sat in the bathroom, filling up the bathtub, wondering what was taking her so long. "Granger," he called.
"Mmm?"
He could tell from her voice that she was reading. She was always reading.
"Come over here."
She walked into the bathroom and looked at the tub. "Yes, Draco. That is in fact a bathtub."
He rolled his eyes and splashed some water on her. She squealed, shielding herself a bit too late with her hands. The droplets rolled down her thighs.
"Warm enough?"
She laughed, bending down to splash him back. "God you're the worst."
He held his hands up to prove his innocence, "Just testing the water, Bambi."
"Mhmm," she said suspiciously, "And making me wet."
He smirked. "Oh? In what way?"
She peeled off her shirt, smiling at him. "More ways than one."
Draco Malfoy was a pretty honest guy when it came to certain things. And there was no denying that Hermione looked absolutely hot as hell in just a bra and short shorts. She twisted her hair, tying it up with a band. He began to undo his own clothes, and soon enough they both stood in front of each other, naked. "You have the vibrator?" he asked, sinking into the tub. She reached for the little toy resting on the counter.
"You know, you could have told me earlier this thing was waterproof."
He chuckled. "Where would the fun in that be?"
She rolled her eyes and joined him in the tub, sitting in between his legs, his hardness pressing up against her back. He hugged her from behind, sucking on her still-dry neck. She moaned, melting into him, tossing her head back to rest on his shoulder. He cupped some water and wet the tops of her shoulders, watching the droplets slide down her smooth skin to just the tops of her breasts before they rejoined the water.
He licked her neck, now wet from the water, and sucked. Her skin was so smooth, he throbbed anxiously against her. She squirmed.
He cupped both her breasts in his hands, massaging them.
"Mmmm…"
One hand left her breast to trail down her stomach, and his fingers slipped into her folds, earning him a gasp. He pumped two fingers playfully in and out, and Hermione jerked into him. He continued his rhythm, coaxing her and building her up skillfully, pressing his thumb against her clit in response to her raspy breathing.
"D-Draco…"
He trilled his fingers within her, smirking. He knew she loved that the most. He could feel her thighs tighten, and her moans were choked. Even with just his fingers, he could feel her walls tightening, and he knew she was close.
He pulled out his fingers quickly, stopping just before she climaxed.
"No!" she whined, the water splashing, her body shaking spasmodically with want.
"Shh, shhh…" he held her throat with one hand, the other wrapped around her small frame. He kissed her neck tenderly. There was nothing he loved more than his doe begging him to put her out of misery. "You're ok," he sucked on her neck. "You want something more filling don't you?"
She whimpered in his arms.
He pulled her closer to him, lifting her up and positioning himself at her entrance, before letting her slide down easily, the water facilitating it for the both of them. As he filled her she moaned, her breath seeming to catch.
"Better?" he massaged her breasts.
She murmured incoherently.
They rocked together as he held her close, running his hands over her skin, wanting to memorize every part of her body. He squeezed her sides and she tightened, so he squeezed again, gasping himself. She squirmed above him, releasing small 'ahs.'
His fingers found her clit and she screamed, her walls clenching him, making him jerk inside her.
"Oh." She grabbed the edge of the tub, her knuckles going white, her thighs shaking.
"That's crazy," she said, breathless.
"What?" he moved her hips up and down slowly, making small circled with his own as he moved her down.
"We're hardly moving and—ah!"
Her torso lunged forward, her ears going red, her shaky hands holding onto the edge of the tub desperately.
"I know," he groaned, pulling her back to him, pressing his chest against her back. He reached for the vibrator, turning it on, and pressed it against her throat. He maneuvered it down, letting it linger on her nipples for a bit, the water rippling, before he finally pressed it against her clit. She screamed.
Fuck, he could feel it too. The vibrations pulsed through her and it made him throb.
"Draco! Draco!"
"Shit." He clenched his teeth. He didn't know she reacted so strongly to the damn thing. If she squeezed any tighter she'd manage to push him out. But gods this felt beyond amazing. He kept the toy on her clit as he groped her breasts, moving his hips in circular motions, the vibrations putting them both on the brink of orgasm.
For the first time they came together, and Draco sighed as Hermione fell limp in his arms. She rested her head in the curve of his neck, inhaling sharply, shaking every so softly. He tossed the vibrator, he didn't really look to see where it landed. He slipped out of her, but didn't let go, holding her close to him, their hearts beating against each other.
She cleared her throat, pulling away. There was a strange longing as she separated herself from him. Almost as though he didn't want to let her go.
"Well. Um. Hungry?" She asked, stepping out of the tub and wrapping herself with a towel.
"Yeah," he said it as though in a daze. He splashed water on his face to try and shake the strange feeling that had overcome him. "Food sounds good."
Hermione woke suddenly, as a burst of desire pulsed through her. She turned her head groggily, trying to catch a look at the clock. 4:27am. Draco was snoring softly beside her. Well, behind that wall of pillows. She groaned, wrapping herself tightly with the covers, willing the urge to go away. But the harder she tried, the worse it got, and the more awake she became.
She bit her lip. Maybe she could wake him up. He had woken her up in creative ways…
But that was always in the morning. This was the middle of the night. He was probably exhausted. Hermione inwardly growled. As much as she was trying to deny it, she was starting to develop feelings for the Slytherin. She didn't know when, it had been a gradual sort of thing, but it was definitely prominent now. She was starting to crave him. Not just his ability to make her orgasm-that was a delicious plus, sure, but it wasn't just that. She craved all of him. His kisses, his caresses, the way his breath started to hiccup when he laughed really hard, his deep voice whispering in her ear.
And after their moment in the tub…
It had been so romantic. So awfully and wonderfully romantic. It was almost enough to make her cry.
It was ruining everything. He was ruining everything. He was charming, the bastard. And she had fallen for it just like all the other girls he had ever shagged. And if he found out he'd sever any and all ties to her. She hated him. She hated that she had fallen for him.
It was such a typical thing, to be seduced by Draco Malfoy. What did she think would happen? At first she blamed it on the fact that he had taken her virginity, that one couldn't help but be attached to that person. But it wasn't quite that. And even then, he hadn't taken it. She had given it to him. Every time, she had given herself to him.
She was going to call the whole deal off. She really was. But she kept pushing it back. And it was eating her up inside. She didn't want to let go…not just yet. But maybe this was a sign. She didn't generally wake up in the middle of the night. Maybe she'd take this one last raunchy round before walking away.
Her mind made up, her decision fixed, she tossed the pillows away, determined to have one last rouse with the blonde.
She shook him tenderly. "Draco."
He stirred, but didn't wake.
She pressed her lips against his neck, the feel of his skin against her lips almost enough to make tears well in her eyes. Would this really be the last time?
"Draco!" she said more forcefully, shaking him, her anger seeping through.
He groaned. "Granger? What are you doing?"
"I'm horny." She breathed.
He raised his eyebrows and glanced over at the clock. He looked back at her and smirked, "Couldn't wait?" he asked.
She blushed softly, shaking her head.
"You're gonna wipe me out, Bambi." He said it almost sweetly. As though he were smiling. At her. Perhaps she was just imagining it. Trying to prolong the sense of being wanted.
He took her in his arms and filled her deliciously. Over and over again he consumed her, her thoughts muddled and her heart aching. Her body trembled for him.
She sighed as they finished, her hands over her chest as she stared at the ceiling. She sat up to grab the pillows, ready to separate herself from him.
"Bambi," he said it softly. It made her heart melt. Did he have to call her that? He hugged her in his arms and pulled him down with her, holding her to him. She thought her heart would be erratic by now, but it was strangely calm, as she wrapped her arm around his chest and rested her head on his arm.
Tomorrow, she thought. Tomorrow, she'd end it.
A/N: Hello! Been a while, I know, but I hope you all like this update ^_^ Thanks for reading!