Chapter 14
Draco's hands shook. What was happening to him? What was she doing to him? She was like the bloody sun, streaming light down onto him with no remorse, no respite. He could try and forget she was there, but like the sun, she shone so brightly he couldn't help but see her, feel her, long for her.
He needed a drink. No, he needed her again. When she was in his arms he was able to hold onto her, hold onto something and stop his spinning out into the cold void of space. She pulled him in like gravity and he just couldn't stay away. One taste of Granger was better than a barrel of fire whisky.
Fuck, he wanted her so bad. If he could have her right now he'd press her against the closest surface and bury himself in her, losing himself in her warmth, her heat, her brilliance. He'd fuck her, over and over, until everything else burned away, everything but her.
But he was here, staring at the Vanishing Cabinet again and she was off celebrating with all her little Gryffindor friends and pretending she hadn't fucked herself to orgasm on his fingers just a few hours ago. Sweet Salazar thinking about her little moans was killing him. He felt himself twitch in his trousers and sighed, running his hand down his face.
At least he had her back. She'd let him in again and he wasn't going to fuck it up this time and risk her running off again. The Mudblood was his. No, he shouldn't call her that, not even in his own head, least it slip out by accident while he was shoving himself inside her sweet-
What was he doing?! Letting a filthy Mudblood like that get into his head and make him think… think she was worth something. No, all Granger was good for was a hard fuck and a good suck and that was that. So why had he apologized? He already had her where he wanted her, back in his control when he had looked into her big doe eyes and suddenly felt a pang of guilt run through him.
She didn't trust him and she shouldn't trust him because he was Death Eater plotting to kill Albus Dumbledore and using her to get his rocks off in the meantime. She'd be dumb to trust him and Granger was the smartest person he knew.
Fuck! No! She wasn't smart and she wasn't a person. She was a Mudblood.
His stomach churned sickly as he forced the thought down his own throat.
Merlin, when was the last time he had a real meal? He had slept through breakfast this morning and had doubled back from the Quidditch pitch with Crabbe and Goyle in some random girls' bodies and planned on grabbing a quick lunch before heading off to work on the Vanishing Cabinet when he had seen Granger on her own and changed his mind. And yesterday… Fuck, he couldn't even remember the day before.
How much was he drinking these days? Blaise had mentioned it a couple of times, but he had brushed it off. Maybe he should listen to his… friend and cut back a little. Maybe now that Granger was around again he wouldn't have to drink so much. He could use her instead.
And then he heard her. Laughing loudly with the Weaselette and Loony Lovegood. She looked radiant, smiling like that, her cinnamon eyes sparkling and her caramel curls bouncing with her quick steps and… Oh shit. She was headed his way.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
He couldn't deal with her right now. Not with all these messy feelings floating around in him and her with her friends around her and… Draco swallowed. She had discarded her sweater and chosen to wear a t-shirt instead. It did not hide her like the frumpy sweaters she normally wore did and he could see the round curve of her tits, the slope of her sides stretching down to her waist where her jeans hugged. Jeans he had slid his hand into…
It was too much. Draco ducked into the first open door he could find. It was a bathroom and a girl's one from what he could tell. He didn't care, it was empty anyways and he just needed a place to get away from her or else he was going to grab her again and haul her in here and make good on his promise to fuck her until she was screaming.
"What are you doing in here?" A high, nasally voice asked from behind him and Draco spun around. He found himself looking into a pale, translucent face with thick-rimmed glasses perched on top of a snarky expression.
"Shit!" Draco stumbled back, hitting the sink behind him.
"You're a boy," She sneered and floated a little closer to him. "You don't belong in here."
"Neither do you. Aren't you supposed to be in a grave somewhere?" He tried to collect himself. No matter how many he encountered, Draco still felt strangely uneasy around ghosts. Death in general, freaked him out a little and they were an unnatural reminder of it, floating around like pale shadows.
The ghost girl pulled back a little, hurt clear on her face before it twisted back into its original expression. "Scared of a little ghost? Or is it me who is making you nervous?" She flashed him a cheeky grin.
"I like my girls warm," He snapped and was pleased that this seemed to shut her up. Granger had been so warm, her skin burning under his fingers, his body leaning into his, pouring heat into him…
"This is my bathroom. What are you doing in here?"
"None of your fucking business," He snarled.
She rolled her eyes a little. "You chose the right place then. No one comes in here." She pouted and kicked her foot out into the air.
He heard an echo of Granger's laughter and for a moment was seized with terror at the thought that she might come in here, but Ghostie was right and it passed by, faintly fading into nothing.
Draco leaned back against the sink and rubbed his eyes until he saw new colors. The porcelain of the sink was cool against him. "Good."
He could feel her watching him; her cold dead eyes sending chills down his spine. But if this was somewhere he could come and be alone, then he would learn to tolerate ghostie.
"Are you hiding from someone?"
"No."
"Looks like you're hiding from someone."
Draco narrowed his eyes at her and she smirked at him, shaking her head a little and making her pigtails wag on either side of her head.
"Is someone bullying you?"
"No."
"People used to bully me. Called me names and made fun of my glasses."
Draco eyed her. "They weren't wrong."
She let out a long wail and dove into the sink next to him, causing water to spew out of the faucet right onto him.
"Shit!" Draco jumped up, his shirt was soaked and clinging tightly to him. Grumbling he reached for his wand and then froze. Wet, his shirt was almost see-through and there, on his arm, was his mark showing through the thin white fabric. He pulled out his wand and shot a scorching wave of hot air over it, trying to dry the shirt.
It burned. The mark ached under the heat, sending deep shards of pain into his arm. Draco balled his hand up into a fist and kept at it until his sleeve was dry.
"Fuck," Draco groaned and saw that his fist had turned red.
"Oh, don't be such a baby." Ghostie was back. Hovering a few feet away and had her head tilted to the side. She might have been dead, but Draco knew that expression well. Ghostie was checking him out.
He waved the wand over the rest of him until his shirt was only damp instead of drenched. "I'm not being a baby, you're being a bitch."
She gasped in surprise and behind her glasses her eyes welled up with tears. "Well you deserved it!" She stamped her foot into the air. "No matter you're hiding from someone in here! They probably all hate you!"
Draco was taken aback. She wasn't entirely wrong. Blaise had gotten annoyed with his drinking, Crabbe and Goyle were always complaining about having to take Polyjuice for him, and Pansy only got Theo's dick out of her mouth long enough to tell him to fuck off. But… Granger didn't hate him, at least, not anymore.
He glanced down at his arm where the dark was safely hidden under the dry sleeve. One day she would though. And that thought bothered him more than he liked.
"Well I hate them too," Draco sneered at her. "People suck. Especially girls."
Her pale face suddenly split into a wide smile. "You're hiding from a girl?"
"I'm not hiding from a-"
"Is she your girlfriend?"
"She is not my-"
"So that's why you're hiding from her."
"I told you, I'm not-"
"If you're not hiding from your not girlfriend," Ghostie smiled knowingly at him. "Then what are you doing here?"
Draco stared at her for a few moments and finally sighed. "I'm not hiding from my not girlfriend."
She slid into the sink next to him as Draco leaned back and pretended to be interested in the water slowly creeping along the floor.
"Why don't you tell me about it?"
He made a face of confusion and offense, hoping it would upset her again and she'd leave him alone. "Why should I? I don't even know you."
Ghostie smiled again. "Because you obviously don't have anyone else to talk to," She said simply. "And by the way, my name is Myrtle."
"Poison me again," Ron collapsed into the chair next to her. "Give me another week in the hospital wing because this workload is unbearable! Honestly, Hermione, I don't know how you manage."
Hermione smiled as Ron hung his head in his hands, freckled fingers running through his copper colored hair.
"I manage," Hermione started, trying to hide the amusement in her voice. "By proper planning, scheduling, and time management, Ronald."
"Yeah, well I like actually having a life," Ron quipped then glanced quickly at her. "I didn't mean-"
"It's okay," Hermione said and picked up her quill again, trying to act normal. They had always had banter and playfully teased each other and now that they were friends again, they could still go back to that, right?
"What are you working on?" Ron asked and leaned over towards her, peering down at her work.
"Arithmancy."
"Yuck." Ron scrunched up his nose and Hermione laughed. His smile was warm. She had almost forgotten how his blue eyes twinkled when he smiled like that.
Lavender cleared her throat and the spell of the moment between them was broken. She was standing a little ways off, her hands on her hips and was tapping her foot expectantly. Her icy eyes moved from Ron to Hermione, glaring daggers at the two of them.
Ron pulled back. "Well, have fun with that." He said, sounding strangely disappointed. "I'll, uh, see you tomorrow?" He asked, as if he was making sure that she was still going to speak to him in the morning.
"Yeah," Hermione bit her lip. "I should… head to the Library and finish this up."
"You don't…" Ron seemed to be trying to find the right words. "You don't have to go." He glanced up to Lavender for a moment before bringing his eyes back down to Hermione.
"It's fine." She closed her book and rolled her up parchment. Ron hesitated as she packed her bag and stood up. "Really, it's fine. We're fine," She said in a soft voice.
Ron gave her a half smile and then walked over to Lavender who promptly grabbed his hand and hauled him off to their usual corner, talking in an angry whisper too low for Hermione to hear.
Hermione closed her eyes for a moment and swallowed. They were friends again. For weeks, that is what she had hoped for and now it was happening. It would be foolish of her to get her hopes up and wish for more. Just because he was back in her life did not mean he necessarily wanted a new role in it as well.
After all, if she went to the Library she might just happen to run into Malfoy…
She was about to pack up and head to the Library when she saw Ginny walking quickly towards the staircase leading up to the girls dormitories, wiping her eyes. Hermione pushed her conflicting feelings aside and followed Ginny up the stairs and to her dorm room. She had thrown herself on her bed, red hair spilling down her back.
"What's happened?" Hermione asked quickly.
Ginny pushed herself up, hugging her pillow. "Dean and I had a fight," She muttered.
"Ginny…" Hermione sat down on the side of her bed.
"I'm fine," Ginny sniffed. "I shouldn't be crying. I don't know why I am. I'm just… so angry at him!" She said tearfully. Hermione sat quietly, letting her presence comfort her friends in ways that words could not. "He can be such a dick sometimes!"
Ginny told her about Dean laughing at Harry after he had gotten hit by the Bludger at the Quidditch match. Hermione had emerged from under the stands just in time to see Cormac accidently lob the wicked ball straight at Harry and she had screamed as she watched him fall from his broom, barely caught by his teammates before hitting the ground.
Ginny complained about her relationship for a little while longer and then started complaining about Cormac.
"He better be glad I didn't take one of the Beater's bats to his head after that match! I almost wish whoever had broken his hand had done more of a job on it and maybe he would have been out of this match as well!"
Hermione blanched. She had almost forgotten about that. How had she forgotten about that?! Malfoy had beat Cormac and broken his hand and she had just let herself ignore that fact. She felt the guilty weight of a stone hitting her stomach. Malfoy was dangerous and she was playing with fire every time she went back to him. But his touch was cool and calming and quieted her mind in a way nothing else did.
She didn't want to feel like this, but… she didn't want to stop.
Hermione spent the rest of the week doing her homework along with Harry and Ron's. A return of Ron being her friend also meant a return of her proofreading and editing all their essays before they turned them in. Most of the time she didn't mind and it was easy enough, but tonight she was having a hard time focusing on Herbology. She shifted in her seat, a strange pressure weighing down inside her, settling uncomfortably between her legs.
She had thought that Malfoy would have sought her out by now, but in a strange turn of events he was actually keeping his distance from her. At first she was nervous that maybe he had finally gotten tired of her, but her over active brain had chimed in, reminding her that he had gone out of his way to give her a real apology and that wasn't something he would do without expecting something of equal or greater value in return.
So she decided he must have been biding his time.
She had snuck a couple of glances at him during classes and in the corridors and she had to say, Malfoy was not looking well. The bags under his eyes had darkened to a tired shade of purple and his pale skin had a sallow tint to it. When McGonagall had kept him after class to reprimand him for missing another assignment his grey eyes had been vacant and he simply stood there until she was done and had awarded him with another night of detention.
When he missed a full day of classes again, she went looking for him. She started on the seventh floor landing where she knew he had been hanging out. It was hard to believe that Harry's obsession with Malfoy had extended so far that he set Kreacher and Dobby to follow him. As they told her, Ron, and Harry all about Malfoy hanging out in the Room of Requirement, she couldn't help but be eternally grateful that nothing had happened between them this week.
She would have to be more careful.
Half an hour later and Hermione was checking the Library. She went to the Restricted Section first, but didn't see him anywhere. It was late and most aisles in the main portion were empty. However, there was one study table in the very back of the Library that she had seen him at before.
She walked softly as she made her way back there and… yes. There he was. Sitting at a large solid wood table, tucked far away from anyone, Malfoy was sitting quietly and reading a book. It was strange to see him doing something so mundane and she found her mouth turning up in a smile at the sight of him. Hermione paused, remembering the last time she found him hiding out in the library, but he wasn't drinking this time and he didn't look angry. In fact, he mostly looked tired.
She plucked up her Gryffindor courage and approached him.
"Are you actually reading in here?" Hermione asked, a smile playing on her lips.
Draco did not look up from his book. "That is what a Library is for, Granger."
Hermione sat down in the chair next to him. "I was wondering how long it would take you to realize there were books in here."
"Well you can be a little distracting." Draco glanced over at her with a sneer, but she caught the mischievous glint in his eye and felt a small thrill pass through her.
She felt emboldened by the small gleam and pushed forward. "You seemed to be able to ignore me well enough this week." Hermione leaned in close, whispering, "I almost had to make another trip to the prefect's bathroom."
Draco looked almost… impressed. She straightened up and gave him her best innocent smile and blinked her big eyes. Draco cocked an eyebrow up and she saw the corner of his mouth tug with a smirk. "Well, well, well," He closed his book. "Looks like kitten has finally come out to play."
She felt that same pressure between her legs again and leaned forward, breathing out as she said, "I've been waiting for you."
Draco twirled a thick curl around his finger. "And what exactly have you been waiting on?"
Her heart was pounding in her chest and her hands shook a little with excitement. She reached one out and placed it on his thigh. "I believe there was a promise to fuck me until I was screaming your name?" Her mouth was dry and she was surprised by her own boldness, but Malfoy had unleashed something in her she didn't want to cage back up.
His pupils expanded and she noticed he had gone impossibly still. She could practically see thoughts moving in the blacks of his eyes, but his face gave no indication as to what those thoughts were. And she wanted to. She wanted to hear all the dirty things she knew he was thinking of doing to her right now.
"But if you're too busy for me then maybe I'll have to get a replacement-"
Malfoy had a fistful of her hair and had yanked her forward until her face was an inch from his. His grey eyes were storming and the muscle in his jaw was popping out. Hermione winced a little, but did not struggle. She didn't want to break free.
"You even think about replacing me and I'll tie you to my bed and keep you there. You belong to me, Sweetheart, don't forget that."
Hermione could feel her heartbeat between her legs. Warmth flooded through her and she opened her mouth, trying to get oxygen back into her blood. Draco's eyes flicked down to it and moved over the curve of her lips. "Remind me," She breathed out.
His eyes cut back up to hers and she saw the deep, dark possessive passion she loved so much. He struck like a snake, pulling her by her hair out of her chair and shoving her under the desk. Hermione's shoulder hit the partition under the table, but Malfoy kept his hold on her hair, pulling her in position in between his legs.
"I know I said I was going to fuck that sweet cunt of yours," He brushed his fingers over her cheek. "And I will, but first it looks like I need to teach that smart mouth of yours who it belongs to."
She was panting with excitement as Malfoy undid his trousers and pulled himself out. Even though she had seen it before she was still impressed by his size, not only in length but in girth as well. Maybe she was the slut he called her because the sight of it made her mouth water.
"Now, be a good little whore and swallow my cock." His voice was low and thick like velvet and Hermione didn't think twice about obeying. She lowered her mouth onto him, working a little more of him into her until she felt him start to hit the back of her throat.
Draco was breathing heavily, his hands gripping the edge of the table as he glanced down at her with dark grey eyes. She was enjoying herself and let her tongue slide along him as she slowed, wanting to tease him a little, just to see what he would do.
"Don't…" Draco breathed out. "Don't stop."
Hermione fought the smile as she hollowed her cheeks and pulled herself back down his shaft.
"Fuck…" He whispered. "Take it. Fucking take all of it. Do it, whore."
Her lower stomach clenched and she pushed her head farther onto him, ready to let him pass into her throat when someone called his name and Draco's head shot up.
"What are you still doing here?" She recognized the voice as Theodore Nott and he laughed, pulling out a chair opposite of Malfoy.
Malfoy's entire body went stiff and Hermione stopped moving, his dick still in between her lips. The table had a heavy wooden partition underneath it as part of its support and a large solid frame that it rested on which was also hiding her from view. It was a mercy that she would never forget. If they had been caught, there would be no explaining her way out of this one. It's not like anyone would believe that she tripped and fell, open-mouthed onto Malfoy's dick, under a table, in the back of the Library.
"Uh, reading." Malfoy cleared his throat and she heard him opening the book again.
Nott's chair creaked under him. "Meticulous Mending for Major and Minor Mistakes?" Nott read off the title. "What's this for?"
"None of your business," Draco snapped and she heard the crumpling of pages. He must have snatched the book back from Nott.
"Geez, relax, would you? I was just asking," He huffed.
"What do you want, Theo? I'm a little busy."
"Yeah, sure looks like it," Nott said sarcastically.
Hermione swallowed nervously and she felt Malfoy jerk forward. She blinked her eyes in surprise and looked up at him at the same time he risked a glance down at her. Her quick mind conjured up a sordid idea. He would make her pay for it, certainly, but… didn't she want him to?
Hermione fought a smile and flicked her tongue against him. Draco jerked again.
"Are you okay?" Nott asked.
"Fine," Malfoy said hoarsely.
Hermione slowly took him all the way back in her mouth.
"Are you sweating?"
Draco dropped his hand to his lap, trying to push her back but Hermione knocked it away and slid her tongue down his shaft, letting her lips follow after it.
"Fucking Hell... Theo, what do you want?" He growled angrily.
Hermione moved faster, feeling him tense against her. He was right, she had come out to play.
"I wanted to see if you could get me a couple of bottles of Ogden's, that's all."
"What? Yeah. Sure."
He was at the back of her throat again and she wondered how much farther she could push him when he gripped the back of her head and forced it down. He shoved himself past the opening of her throat and she heard him inhale sharply. He held her there, keeping his cock in her throat as he leaned forward onto the table.
"Are you sure you're okay, Draco? You… I don't know. You're acting weird."
"Maybe I just don't like you, you ever think of that?" He snarled.
Hermione squirmed against him, but Malfoy either didn't notice or didn't care. She put her hand on his knee, but Malfoy did not relent.
"Is there anything else? No? Then give me the gold tomorrow."
She heard Nott's chair scrape backwards as he stood up. "You know we used to have a good time. Hanging out, chasing girls. You're never around anymore, Draco. What are you up to these days?"
Hermione was running out of air. Her throat hurt from the head of his cock stretching it and she knew she couldn't keep doing this for much longer. She did the only thing she could think of and lapped her tongue against him rapidly, trying to get his attention.
"Theo, I swear on Salazar's watery grave if you don't fuck off right now I'm going to curse you."
"Fuck you, Draco."
"Your girlfriend already did."
Hermione nearly choked in surprise.
"You fucking bastard." Nott sounded upset and she looked up to see Malfoy smirking cruelly at him. She knew that he wasn't fooling around with Pansy anymore, but she still didn't like the reminder that he had other girls in the same position she was in now. Well, maybe not exactly the same, but still.
Draco's hand tightened on the back of her head and she heard Nott's footsteps as he stormed off.
Malfoy pulled her head back and Hermione heaved down a heavy breath, filling her lungs with the air they had been denied.
"What the fuck was that?" Malfoy hissed down at her.
Hermione coughed a few times and glared up at him. "I could ask you the same thing!"
"What? You didn't grab my ankle."
Hermione opened her mouth to argue then remembered the last time he had told her to take his ankle if she needed him to release her.
"Rules. You'd do well to remember them." He pushed his chair back and pulled her up to a standing position with him. "I remember yours, Sweetheart."
She stared up at him and watched him smirk at her, but with none of the cruelty he had before though. He had replaced Mudblood with Sweetheart. Two sides of the same coin just like Malfoy and Draco.
"You could have choked me," She tried to argue.
"Would you like that?" He smirked down at her. His hand moved lightly over her neck. "Feel my hand around your neck when I'm fucking you. Only let you breathe once you've pleased me?" Her blood was hot. Too hot. Burning her from the inside out. Malfoy leaned in close to her until she was breathing in the air he was breathing out. "But not tonight. Tonight I want to hear every one of your screams."
She was melting. The heat in her blood was melting her bones, turning her into a messy puddle. Malfoy pushed her back onto the table, his hands already on her thighs, moving up under her skirt.
Sparks went off in her mind and she suddenly remembered Harry talking about how he checked the Marauders' Map every night before bed and Hermione sat up. Malfoy made to push her back down, but she slammed her hands into his chest.
"What? What's wrong?" His hands stopped moving.
"Not here," Hermione said, biting her lip.
Malfoy smirked at her. "I've wanted to take you on a Library table for years. If you think-"
"Make it in the Room or Requirement then," Hermione said quickly. "You can't make me scream here, but there… There you can do whatever you want to me."
That same impassive expression and calculating eyes bore down on her and Hermione just prayed that Malfoy wouldn't shove her back down again. There was no way she could tell him that Harry was watching him on the map, but she also couldn't risk Harry seeing her with him and the Room of Requirement didn't show up on the map. Malfoy's hands slid down her body. She only had a strand of restraint left, one more touch from him and she would lose it.
"You filthy whore." He grinned down at her.
Hermione's heart fluttered. "Only for you."
Malfoy grabbed her and had her halfway down the aisle and out of the Library before she found her footing enough to keep up with him. She tripped on the second flight of stairs he was dragging her up and instead of waiting for her, Malfoy grabbed her around the waist and threw her over his shoulder, carrying her the rest of the way.
Three quick turns and she heard him open what sounded like a large door. Malfoy slapped her ass and pulled her down from his shoulder, throwing her onto a table face first. He didn't waste any time, pushing her skirt up and ripping her knickers down. She barely had time to glance around at a wonderful replica of the Hogwarts Library before she felt him plunge inside her.
She didn't hold back the moan that slid up her sore throat and echoed around them. She knew he was going to make her pay for teasing him under the table and even for the comment she had made earlier, but she was still not prepared for his full length inside her all at once.
"Oh, God, Granger," Malfoy groaned. "It's so good. Your pussy is so good. Fuck!"
Hermione was drowning in desire. She had been fighting her arousal for days and sucking his dick only enticed her further. She heard her sharp breaths and pitiful moans echo around them, filling the faux Library with sounds of her ecstasy.
He railed himself into her and her moans moved up a few octaves, growing louder, faster, higher as her whole body responded to the feeling of him filling her completely. Malfoy's fingers dug into her hips painfully and he slammed himself against her at a punishing pace.
"You think you can replace me? Huh? No one else-" He grunted. "No one else can make you feel like I do. Say it. Say it, whore."
"No-" Hermione gasped. "No one else!"
"Fucking right." He smacked her ass and thrust into her again. "You'll never fucking replace me. Never. You're my slut. My whore. My Granger."
Her breath caught in her throat. My Granger. It sounded almost too endearing, too… intimate.
"I'm the one that makes you wet. I'm the one that fucks this pussy. Only me." He either didn't think there was anything wrong with calling her 'my Granger' or he hadn't realized he had done it and after three more fucks all the thoughts fell out of her head too. Maybe he was dangerous and maybe she was playing a deadly game with him, but it just felt too good to stop.
"Don't stop," Hermione panted. "Please… more…"
Malfoy leaned down and pulled her up against him. "Oh I'm not going to stop. Not until I'm finished with you. You're mine, Granger." He whispered darkly into her ear. "Now scream for me."
He slammed himself all the way in her and Hermione's tender throat rippled as a loud scream tore from it.
"Fuck yes!" Malfoy shouted from behind her, angling himself deep into her.
She sucked in a dry breath only to have to return back as she cried out again and again. Malfoy was pounding into her incessantly. It hurt. She liked it. No, she loved it.
He pressed his open hand down in between her shoulder blades, holding her down as he crashed his hips into her, driving himself deep inside. Hermione was writhing, twisting and screaming as she felt something roar with pleasure deep inside her and her whole body began to shake uncontrollably.
"You want to replace me?" Malfoy shouted from behind her, pressing his hand heavily down on her. "Huh? Answer me!" He ripped himself from her and Hermione screamed out at the ruined feeling.
"No, no no," She moaned, pressing her hips back into him, trying to get back at the relief she had just been so close to.
"No what?" Malfoy snarled, smacking her ass again.
"No I won't replace you," She cried. "Please! Please, Draco, fuck me fuck me fuck me…" She whimpered.
"Now that's what I like to hear," He slid his cock against her a few times. "My dirty whore begging for my cock. God you're filthy. I fucking love it. I love-"
He shoved himself back inside her and groaned.
Hermione made a few urgent, weak noises as he moved inside her again, sparking up the remnants of the ruined orgasm he had taken from her.
"You're going to be a good girl now, aren't you?" His voice was like silk, soothing her smoothly as he slid in and out.
"Yes," She whimpered. "Yes sir."
Draco missed a beat. "Oh, Fucking Hell."
She could do little else than try and absorb the force of his furious thrusts in and out of her. Draco was grunting, heaving in breaths and Hermione's body took over, pushing back against him, trying to create more friction. The pleasure burned brighter inside her, bringing her back to the edge again.
She had no idea how Malfoy was still holding on, still ramming into her with such force because she was shaking and trying to stay in one piece as he split her apart.
"You want to come? You want to come you dirty fucking slut?!" Malfoy growled.
"Please!" Hermione begged. "Yes I want to come. Please… Please Draco!" She screamed out and he delivered.
"Who's making you come? Who's the only one to make you come?" His deep voice echoed around them.
"You!" Hermione gasped. She knew what he wanted and she would gladly give it to him. "You, Draco! Oh God, Draco!"
Her orgasm rippled through her, causing her to convulse against the table. Malfoy held her down and kept the same pace until her screams died out. She felt numb. Like she was touching everything through gloves when Malfoy pulled her back off of the table and pushed her down in front of him.
"Open your fucking mouth."
He filled her mouth, tilting her head back and sliding down her throat before releasing himself with a deep groan.
Hermione swallowed, drinking it down and feeling every bit the awful, wonderful names he called her.
Once he was done he pulled himself from her mouth and tilted her face up to his. Even with the dark circles under his eyes and the gleam of sweat on his skin, Draco still looked like a marble statue come to life.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," He murmured as he brushed his thumb over her lips.
Hermione blinked and tried to look down but Malfoy turned her back up to his. "If you weren't a-" He stopped and the hazy look in his eyes dissipated.
Hermione wasn't breathing. What was he about to say? And why was she excited to hear it?
"You did good, Granger." Malfoy smirked down at her and lifted her to her feet.
Hermione looked down at herself. Her shirt was torn, her skirt was deeply wrinkled and she could feel her own wetness on her thighs. She could only imagine what her hair must look like at this point and started to pull her fingers through it, trying to unknot the rebellious curls.
"Don't," Malfoy said and Hermione looked up at him. He twisted a loose curl around his finger and tugged at it. "I like how you look freshly fucked."
Hermione would have blushed if her cheeks hadn't already been red from their exertions. She dropped her eyes and chewed on her lip instead.
"How do you do that?"
Hermione looked back up at him, his dark grey eyes deep. "Do what?"
"Look so… innocent when you're anything but. God, Granger, I've fucked you like a whore and you still have this whole…. good girl virginal blush that…" He let out a low breath. "It drives me wild."
"You, uhm," Hermione couldn't meet his eyes. "You look pretty good too."
Malfoy rolled his eyes. "I thought Gryffindors would know how to give a compliment."
At first she felt offended that he was boiling her down to a stereotype again, but then she saw the playful grin on his face. She shook her tangled hair back and raised her chin, accepting his challenge. "Okay, fine. I used to watch you during Quidditch games instead of Harry because seeing you in those green robes-"
Malfoy grabbed her arms and pulled her against him. His mouth was on hers, lips moving and tongue pressing into her, trying to snake it's way into her mouth. She opened it gratefully and let him in. He kissed her with an urgent pressure and Hermione could taste his mint flooding her mouth. He moved his hands down to her hips, landing on the same place where he had gripped her earlier. She felt the bruises flare to life and leaned into him.
He pulled back but left this face close to hers so that she could feel his breath on her face. "You watched me instead of Potter?"
Hermione nodded and his fingers dug in a little more. She winced this time and Malfoy pulled back.
"What? What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just… I'll have some bruises from where you grabbed me earlier."
Malfoy removed his hands from her and she frowned. "Are you… okay?"
Hermione almost laughed at his uncertain tone. "Granger, listen to me. I know I told you I need certain things. One of those things is I need you to tell me if I'm going too far." She looked up into his dark grey eyes and he looked… sincere. "Like when I bit you and tonight when I held you down on me."
"I know. I forgot about the ankle thing."
Malfoy nodded. "Don't forget next time."
"I won't."
"Good girl." His eyes gleamed and he grinned wickedly.
"You won't be mad if I tell you to stop?"
"When has pissing me off ever stopped you from doing anything?"
Hermione smiled. "Maybe I just like getting punished."
He breathed out and tugged on a curl. "Dirty girl."
She giggled.
"Mmm," Malfoy licked his lips and put his hands back on her, a little lighter than before. "So tell me, what did you like about watching me play?"
Hermione blushed again and rested her hands on his chest. His Quidditch muscles were still there, but he felt leaner. He had lost weight.
"You look good in green," She mumbled.
"I look good in you."
"Draco!"
He pushed her against the desk. "Want me to make you scream that again?"
"I… I don't think I can-"
"Don't worry, you're safe from the big bad Slytherin. For now."
She liked this, liked him like this. He was being playful and… nice. Draco Malfoy was being nice to her. But any minute he was going to snap at her and ruin it. He would turn cold and cruel and she would feel foolish for indulging him long enough to let him. What was she doing, sitting here in his arms and… flirting with him?!
"I should go," She muttered, pulling away from him a little. Something flashed in his eyes that she would have said was disappointment if she didn't know better.
Hermione began to turn away, but Malfoy grabbed her back and kissed her again. This kiss was different, deeper and Hermione's hands fell back on him, moving up to brush his jawline. He pushed her against the table again and pulled himself against her. Hermione moaned and started to wrap her arms around his neck.
Malfoy pulled back. She was surprised at how much she wanted him to keep going. "You should go," His voice was ragged. "Or I'll keep you here all night and fuck you until you can't walk."
"Is that a threat?"
Malfoy's eyes darkened with lust. "That is most definitely a threat."
He pulled her arms from around him and took her hand, leading her to the door. She desperately wanted to stay, but he was right, she should go before one of them said something they didn't mean. Or worse, something they did.
She turned. "I didn't mind," Hermione started. "Your hands on my hips. I… I didn't mind."
"Goodnight," Malfoy gave her a crooked smile. "Sweetheart."
A/N: Happy New Year, kids.