"I can't even," Harry looked lost for words and Hermione gave him a small smile.
"It's fine Harry. I'm not planning on rubbing your face in it," Hermione said as Ron rolled his eyes.
"As if. Can't even believe it in the first place." Hermione scowled. She was fed up with Ron already and it was only two days after the ball. They'd been having the same conversation over and over again in between lessons, at lunch, breakfast and dinner. The fact that Malfoy was a dick. He was a death eater. He was a slimy brat. He was a ferret. They didn't like him. It got to the point where Hermione was avoiding Malfoy because whenever she saw him all she saw was the insults that her two best friends seemed to work into every conversation they had. It wasn't just Harry, Ron and Hermione, it was Harry, Ron, Hermione and their hatred for Malfoy. Which wasn't what she wanted their friendship to revolve around.
She slipped off to her first lesson early, which happened to be Transfiguration, hurrying as she noticed people's lingering glances on her. Since Malfoy had decided that the whole school should know about them, she'd been subject to weird glances and flighty black looks that followed her in every corridor she travelled down. Everyone was seemingly too scared of Malfoy to even look at him, and he was receiving lack of looks rather than unwanted ones.
"Granger," she heard a familiar voice call. She turned and saw Malfoy at the end of the mostly deserted corridor. It was half an hour before the lesson started anyway, everyone was either still in bed or having breakfast. "You're avoiding me," he accused immediately as he reached her.
"Harry and Ron won't stop trying to persuade me to break it off with you," she said quietly, finding it hard even to be so close to him and not be sticking her tongue down his throat.
"You're not going to are you?" he drawled, and she saw him try to look unbothered, but the way his eyes searched her face desperately showed that he did in fact care. She really didn't want to talk. Instead, she leaned forward, closing the space between them, cupping his cheek. "Well this is sweet and all Granger," he murmured, his silvery eyes searching hers, "but I do actually want an answer." She ignored him and kissed him softly, pressing her lips to his again and again.
"Just be quiet," she muttered, "I don't want to talk."
"I'm a boy Granger," he pulled away, "do you think I want to?" He pulled her to him, one arm snaking around her waist as he kissed her intensely and she sighed in satisfaction. What Malfoy worth it? Worth her two best friends acting like children because they couldn't control her anymore? She gripped the back of his neck tightly, pushing him against the wall. She didn't know how to explain to him that she was scared- scared of how much she liked him and scared of how much she had to lose by investing completely in him. It was easier to just shut him out until she let herself take in every little bit of him she could take. And that was what she was doing now, overindulging in him when no one else could see.
"Woah," Malfoy broke away, "Easy Granger." She pulled him back, her hands knotting in his robes desperately.
"Shut the fuck up," she whispered. She needed him to hold her, to distract her, to make her forget about all the problems. Her parents, who knew Malfoy as her personal torturer, Malfoy's parents who knew her as some mudblood that beat their precious son in all their classes. Her friends, who hated him. His friends, who hated her. It wasn't fair. He kissed her back until she was bruising her lips against his mouth.
"What's wrong Granger?" he said, pulling her off. She looked at him, tears prickling behind her eyes.
"I like you too fucking much," she said, staring down at her hands buried in his robes.
"You don't know if I'm worth it," he said flatly. Hermione looked up.
"Am I worth it?"
"I don't know either." Hermione looked down again.
"But I know it's fucking worth it to try."
"So we'll try," she said. "We'll try."
"Now. Transfiguration," he kissed her cheek and took her hand, and they walked to Transfiguration.
Malfoy didn't know what had come over him- after Transfiguration every time he looked at Granger he just wanted to push her against the wall and fuck her brains out. The way he'd looked at him with that desperation and pushed him against the wall, snogging him until he could barely remember why she shouldn't be... he was ready to get rid of that damned look of innocence in her eyes.
"Granger," he said quietly in her ear as they left McGonagall's classroom, "What do you say about skipping and going up to the dorms?" The brunette twisted around to look at him properly.
"What?" she grinned, "Why?"
"I'm really fucking horny," he muttered and watched in satisfaction as Granger blushed, making his cock twitch uncomfortably against his pants.
"Come on then," she said, taking his hand. They managed to make it across the castle without Draco dragging her into a broom closet, with looks of pure lust shooting straight into his pants from her, and as soon as they were into the dorm rooms, Malfoy pushed her through into his bedroom and then onto his bed, climbing on top of her with a purely wicked smirk painted across his face. He took her hands and pushed them behind her, pinning them down with a simple binding spell as he buried his face in her neck, sucking and biting the sensitive skin until the Grifynidoor was squirming in pleasure under him.
"Malfoy," she moaned, thrusting her chest up. He unbuttoned her shirt, his dick straining against his trousers as he saw the pale lacy bra she wore and her peaked nipples underneath it. He licked down between her breasts, aroused beyond belief at the hitching mewls she let out as he pulled the cups aside and fastened his mouth around them, the other hand pinching and flicking the sensitive tip.
"Malfoy, I swear to fuck-"
But she never finished her sentence as his teeth bit down lightly on her nipple, and she bucked into him hard, his dick aching to be let free from his pants.
"Let me suck you," she begged, straining her hands desperately. He removed the binds and she leapt onto him, unbuttoning his trousers with dept fingers and yanking them down. He took out his throbbing cock, smiling in satisfaction as her eyes widened. His dick was pretty massive- a solid eight inches that had every girl he'd ever slept with walking funny for days. Granger swallowed headily before closing her mouth around him, and he growled in pleasure, gripping her head tight until his fingers were knotted tightly in her scalp. She bobbed her head as Malfoy groaned. He hadn't come in days in the hope that she'd suck him off, and now he was here, her pretty mouth blowing him with astounding vigour. He shouldn't have been ready to pop within a minute, but her mouth was so hot and wet, and he could feel the familiar twist building in the pit of his stomach. "Granger," he groaned, "pull away if you don't want me coming in your mouth." But she ignored him, swirling her tongue over the tip and tickling the base of his balls with her cool fingers. "Granger, pull away now," he repeated, but all she did was take him deeper, sucking him so hard. His eyes rolled back in his head as he spurted into her mouth, hot pleasure running through him as he felt himself squirt helplessly. He looked down and saw Granger, his cum dribbling out of her mouth, her cheeks flushed, seemingly struggling with his massive load.
"Swallow Hermione," he said softly, holding her hair out of her face so it didn't get in his sticky release, "breath in through your nose." She swallowed thickly, wiping her mouth.
"That was a lot," she flopped back on the bed, arranging her bra so her tits were covered.
"Didn't wank in a week," he smiled cockily, waving his wand to clean the sheets of stickiness before tucking his cock away. He leaned in to kiss her, a slow lazy kiss that was wet and open-mouthed, his cum smeared over her mouth as she licked her lips.
"I'm happy to return the favour you know," he breathed into her mouth and she wriggled underneath him.
"I'm sticky enough for one afternoon," she smiled, rolling on top of him, her breasts hanging heavy right in front of his face. He pulled her bra aside again and suckled on her breasts until she pushed him off.
"Give over you," she sat up, buttoning her shirt shut and straightening her skirt. She looked bangable like that, cum smeared around her lips, cheeks red, eyes flashing.
"Where are you going?" he said as she slid off the bed.
"Runes," she said, smiling at him as she smoothed her hair down.
"Well I'm certainly not coming," he retorted.
"Well I'd be a bit worried if you did seeing as you don't take it," Granger said, grabbing her bag. "Bye then," she sing-songed.
"Bye," he called, hearing the portrait close.
