Chapter 11

Don't Let Him Control You

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Warning Lemon!

"Granger!" Draco yelled.

Hermione had just reached her door when she heard him yell at her. She barely had timeto turn around before she was slammed up against her door.

"Shut up you filthy Mudblood. Don't mention my father, ever."

Draco's face was red and he was gripping Hermione by the shoulders just a little too hard.

"It's hard to not see you as your father when you are acting like this." Hermione said, glaring.

"I'm not my father!" He was shaking now, and his grip had loosened on her shoulders.

Hermione reached up and stroked his face. She kissed his forehead to get his attention. It worked surprisingly well.

"If you aren't like him then don't act like it. Just because your last name is Malfoy doesn't mean you have to be a carbon copy of your father. Do what you want for once, be who you want to be. Don't let him control you..."

She was interrupted by his lips pressing to hers. He was so stressed out, and so tired. Draco was tired of fighting all he wanted to do was just let go.

"No one is here besides us. Who would know?" Hermione said as their lips separated.

She was right and he knew it. He still wasn't going to let her know that though. He was however, going to do something he had been wanting to do for a long while now.

"Hermione... I want... you."

With that said he was kissing her again. This time without holding anything back. All his confusion and anger, frustration and arousal came flooding to the surface as he kissed her.

At some point they made it into her room and were on her bed. Draco was leaning over her, still kissing her, when he noticed her hands undoing the buttons on his shirt. Her hands were soft and warm, sending chills through his whole body.

He sat up and removed his shirt.

"Don't stop there." Hermione said as she pointed to his pants. Draco scoffed but he removed them too. As he straightened he heard a soft gasp.

He was beautiful, lean and tall. More muscular than she thought. And my he was large in the broom compartment. Hermione couldn't wait to get her hands back on him. Draco got back onto the bed just as she slipped out of her uniform.

'I can't believe this is actually happening. If anyone finds out I will be dead, literally. I can't help thinking it's worth it' Draco thought as he trailed his hand down her flat stomach. 'She has a thing for lace too' he noticed eyeing her undergarments.

Hermione moaned as Draco slid his hand into her undies. She was already wet, and he was hard as a rock.

"Yes Draco, right there." She pleaded.

His fingers went deeper, in and out. He wanted her to come apart in his hand before he satisfied himself. She was clutching at his shoulders, riding his fingers as he slipped two fingers inside of her.

"Shit Draco, more. I need more." Hermione panted.

Draco couldn't wait anymore, he needed to be inside of her. He yanked her lace covered boy shorts down her legs and tossed them off the bed.

"Ready Granger?" Draco asked positioning himself between her legs.

"More than you know." She smirked wrapping her legs around his waist.

Draco shuddered as his tip slowly entered her. He could feel her pulling him deeper.

"More Draco, harder." Hermione begged.

Draco hooked his hands behind her knees and put them over his shoulders. He was so deep as he slammed into her. Over and over, harder and harder. He thought one of them might break but he was getting so close.

"Dammit Draco." Hermione said as her walls clenched around him and she came.

"Ugh..." Draco shuddered as he followed her into the abyss.

'This was exactly what I needed.' Draco thought to himself as he rolled off Hermione. He was exhausted now and really didn't want to go to classes.

"To bad we have classes still." Draco chuckled.

Hermione sat bolt up right. "I forgot about classes. I have detention today."

Draco chuckled as he watched her scramble for her clothes and run out of the room.