A/N: Sorry this is a day late, FF wouldn't let me upload anything last night. *Draco worthy eye roll*. Anyways, it's twice as long as a normal chapter and extra long Draco POV so don't say I never did anything for you. ;)
Chapter 16
"-Completely irresponsible. Your marks have fallen so far that you're in danger of not being able to continue with this subject next year, Mr. Malfoy."
Professor Babbling was scolding Malfoy after Ancient Runes. Hermione knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, but she just couldn't help herself. Malfoy had been doing a little better recently. She saw him in the Great Hall a few times, sitting with Crabbe and Goyle and although his plate was never as full as theirs, there was at least food on it now. The dark circles under his eyes were still there, but faded to a tired shade of pink instead of the bruised purple they had been before.
He still wasn't fixing his hair, but Hermione didn't mind that as much. Seeing the pale blond hair mussed was a little bit sexy. She closed up her notebook and tucked it into her bag, next to the other half a dozen books she already had crammed in there.
"I've already spoken to Professor Slughorn about your performance and he agrees that if you miss another assignment there is no other option than to fail you. Do you understand what that means? You will not achieve a NEWT in Ancient Runes." Professor Babbling went on. Malfoy was standing there looking irritated and bored as he stared at the wall past Babbling's head. "You were always one of my best students. If there is something going on, Malfoy, I'd like to think you'd say something…" She trailed off, hoping he would chime in.
"Yeah there is something going on."
Hermione's head perked up and her ears strained. Was he about to actually open up? Tell someone what was going on with him? Did he know she was here, listening? Did he secretly want her to know, but couldn't bring himself to tell it to her face?
"This class is boring as fuck."
Oh. Never mind.
"Mr. Malfoy-"
"In fact, this whole school is a joke," He went on, voice slicing viciously through the progress she thought he was making. "Who gives a shit about some old carvings? It's not like I want a career in this pathetic subject. Go ahead and fail me, see if I care."
Professor Babbling looked hurt. She was right, Malfoy had always been a top performer in class, going all the way back to third year when they started taking it. He had always been affable with Babbling and took an interest in class discussions. He had even debated Hermione on a few of the trickier translations and had actually been able to keep up with her during it, the only person in the class to be able to do so. She knew it must be hard for their Professor to hear one of her best students turn on her like that.
Babbling took a deep breath and clasped her hands together. "One more assignment, Mr. Malfoy and I will."
Malfoy sulked away and Hermione could see the tension tight in his shoulders. She slung her bag over her chest and followed him out. The tower was empty as he made his way down the spiral stairs and she picked up her pace to catch up with him.
"Malfoy!" She just wanted to make sure he was okay. Maybe he did need to talk to someone and maybe she could help. She wasn't sure why, but she cared.
He ignored her.
"Malfoy!" She said a little louder, tucking her bouncing curls behind her ear to keep them out of her face. He had said that he didn't not like her so maybe it was okay for them to… talk.
He didn't stop. Hermione slowed as they reached the bottom of the stairwell and someone else called Malfoy's name. He smirked and sauntered over to Zabini and Nott, who had Pansy tucked under his arm. Crabbe and Goyle were loitering a few feet away, thick heads bent together. Hermione let her eyes linger on the gang of Slytherins for a few moments, watching as Malfoy interacted with his friends.
He rolled his eyes and waved his hand dismissively back towards the spiral stairs that led up to the Ancient Runes classroom and she wondered what he was telling them. For a split second she wished she was standing there beside him, his arm around her, maybe playing with a few of her curls…
Would she though? Would she stand there with Draco Malfoy at her side, in a circle with his friends, if he asked her to? The fact that the immediate answer was not 'no', told her all she needed. When he had said those words to her, even though he was drunk, something in her had roared and now, she was having trouble quieting it back down.
Pansy's dark eyes narrowed in her direction. "What are you looking at?" She shouted across the hall. "Mudblood?"
Malfoy turned and seemed a little surprised to still see her standing there. Hermione met his eyes for only a second, but looked away quickly. She didn't want to see him laugh with his friends about her. Would he though? Something deep down told her that he wouldn't do that, not anymore. Could she trust the same gut feeling that had just wanted Malfoy's arm around her?
No. Hermione hurried away down the hall, pretending to ignore the slur Pansy had called her. No, she couldn't trust anything when it came to Malfoy. She knew better than that. She could never stand there with him and his friends, she could never be anything more than a dirty secret to him. It was just a schoolgirl's wishful thinking.
Maybe it was some sort of masochistic tendency cropping up, but Hermione looked back over her shoulder. Pansy had her hand on Nott's chest, Blaise was checking out a Ravenclaw as she walked by, and Malfoy… Malfoy was watching her with a curious expression on his face, almost like he was sad to see her go.
She spent her lunch break in the Library, half hoping that Malfoy would show up. There was something wrong with her. She had liked guys before, Viktor, Ron, but she had never had so many of her thoughts consumed by one person. Malfoy had slithered in and coiled himself around her and she knew he had no intentions of letting go.
He had said so himself on a number of occasions. Maybe they had been in compromising positions on most of those occasions and that might have been the reason he said it, but the dark possessive gleam in his eye was still present even when she wasn't under him.
And that, combined with his sometimes playful banter was what had made her agree to fly with him. Maybe it was crossing some sort of line, hanging out with Malfoy when they weren't… but for once, Hermione tried not to overthink it. Every time she started to try and sort her thoughts about Malfoy out they only seemed to get even more messy than they were before. And there was only one way she knew to shut her mind down.
Hermione put her quill down and looked over the long page of rune translations. This was crossing a line too. But she had done it for Harry and Ron for years, so was it really that different that she did it for Malfoy too? Yes. The answer was yes. Hermione quickly looked around, as if she was going to get caught, then picked up her quill again and signed 'Draco Malfoy' at the top of the page.
"So you finally asked her out."
Ghostie was balancing on the edge of the sink, smirking at him knowingly.
"I didn't ask her out," Draco sneered. "I just… asked her to hang out."
She cackled. "That's a date!"
Strangely enough he enjoyed hanging out with Myrtle in her damp and empty bathroom. She didn't judge him, well, she did, but not like Theo or Blaise would. And she seemed less interested in who his 'mystery girl' was and more interested in what he was going to do about her.
But mostly it was because he didn't have anything else to do.
He glared at her. "I don't do dates."
"Mm-hmm, sure." She nodded, her pigtails swinging. "So, where are you taking her?"
Draco leaned back against the cool sink. "I don't know, flying."
"Oh I miss flying," Myrtle said wistfully.
"Can't you just…" Draco waved his hand in the air. She narrowed her eyes at him. "I mean, you 'fly' all the time."
"I meant on a broom." Myrtle crossed her arms.
"Me too," He muttered. Quidditch had been the one thing he really enjoyed, the one thing that he cared enough about to try. It had irked him to no end that no matter how hard he trained, Potter had always seemed to beat him one way or another. But she had been watching him... The corners of his mouth pulled into what was not exactly a smile.
"When are you taking her?"
"This weekend."
"What are you wearing?"
He glanced over at her, meeting her opaque eyes. A shiver ran down his spine. He really didn't like dead things, but Ghostie had a way of making him forget that she was a shadow of a soul left behind.
"Something green," He mused.
Myrtle's face cracked in a wide smile. "Look at you! You must really like this girl."
"I don't like her, okay?" Draco rolled his eyes. "I want to fuck her. I want to keep fucking her. So I'm playing nice. That's all." Maybe if he said it enough, it would stick.
"Right. And that's why you stopped drinking when she asked you to."
He didn't remember too much about that night in the Library mostly fighting with Granger, then kissing her, then she asked him not to drink. Hopefully it was in that order. He had to admit, all the alcohol was taking a toll on him so he had cut back and not ordered any more from Borgin lately.
He still had a bottle stashed in his trunk for emergency purposes, but he was trying.
Draco rounded on Myrtle, lip curling. Most people would have cowed or drawn their wand defensively. But Myrtle was a ghost and there wasn't too much he could do to her. So instead, she just laughed at him.
"Fuck you, Ghostie," He snarled and started off.
Myrtle laughed louder behind him. She had a terrible laugh and he hated it even more when it was directed at him. "See you later!"
Hermione was sitting next to Harry in Defense Against the Dark Arts when a slip of parchment landed on the desk in front of her. She placed her hand over it, looking up to make sure that Snape didn't see but their Professor had his back to her and Harry's desk at the moment and so she pulled it into her lap and opened it.
"Saturday. Don't wear a bra."
A thrum passed through her, landing in between her legs. She was both nervous and excited about going flying with Malfoy. She wasn't excited about the flying part, but she was excited about being with Malfoy. Maybe after that she would be able to discern what it was exactly that she was feeling.
In the back of her mind she was worried that he would fly her off somewhere far and then get upset at her for no good reason and leave her there, but… it wasn't big enough of a thought to stop her from climbing onto his broom.
She looked up and caught Malfoy's eye. He was grinning at her, looking at her like he could devour her. Another thrum, this one heavier and Hermione bit her lip. She crossed her legs, squeezing them against the feeling between them and Malfoy tilted his head a little, watching her.
Her skirt had ridden up when she shifted and she went to pull it back down, then stopped as she glanced back over at him. His grin had turned into a smirk and Hermione knew what sort of thoughts had changed his expression. She let her fingers graze over the hem of her skirt then, with Malfoy watching her, she lifted it another inch.
The lump in his throat bobbed as he swallowed and when his eyes landed back on hers, they were dark with desire. She released her lip slowly and then nodded. Malfoy's rain grey eyes stayed on her for a moment more before he leaned back, tilted his head to the side again, and focused on her thigh. She let him.
"Ready for this weekend?" Ron said glumly as he and Harry took a seat next to her around the fire.
What? How did he know? How could he possibly found out about-
"Hogsmeade? The Apparition lesson?" He raised his eyebrows a little.
Oh thank Godric. Hermione sighed. "Yeah, yeah, of course. I'm very excited to, uhm, try apparating in a more natural setting."
Harry fiddled with his Quidditch robes. Practice had run long tonight and the whole team had looked exhausted when they walked in. Hermione twisted her lips. She wished that Harry would devote himself to getting the memory as much as he did Quidditch.
She was about to ask him about it when Ron spoke again. "At least I won't have to miss a match for it. No Quidditch this Saturday."
"Saturday?" Hermione opened her planner. Oh goodness, how could she have forgotten? Malfoy clearly wasn't planning on going to the extra practice and when he asked her she had gotten so distracted that she hadn't even thought about the Apparition lesson.
She was frustrated and upset; now she was going to have to try and find a time to talk to Malfoy and explain that she couldn't meet him. Not to mention the disappointment that was sinking down into her too. She had never been this distracted before. The thought of it made her nervous, what else was she slipping up on?
"You both need to just focus on what you should be doing and not on flying!" She snapped, closing her book sharply. Both Harry and Ron looked up at her. "Harry you need to be trying to convince Slughorn to give you that memory and Ronald," She turned towards him. "You need to be focusing on your apparition."
She stormed off up the stairs to the girl's dormitory without a look back at them.
"Do you have a moment?" Hermione whispered. Malfoy was picking out a jar of eel eyes in the Potions supply cabinet on Friday afternoon and she had taken this opportunity to tell him about Saturday.
"Can't wait until tomorrow?" His voice was low and deep. "Go tell the old Slug you're sick and I'll meet you in the corridor in five minutes."
"No, it's not that," She said quickly, shaking her head to rid the thoughts that Malfoy had stirred up. "I need to talk to you about tomorrow. I'm going to the extra Apparition lesson in Hogsmeade-"
"No, you're going flying with me," He cut in and Hermione looked back to make sure no one had heard him.
"I'm sorry, but I've been signed up for ages. I don't know what I didn't think about it when you asked, but I can't meet you tomorrow."
Malfoy frowned. "Seriously? You don't even need it. I saw you apparate twice already in the other lessons."
"Yes, but this one is in a different environment," She countered, keeping her voice low, but felt a stirring of pride that he had noticed her. "I need to practice apparating in other settings with varying factors."
"Or is it you're just going to help out Potter since it's the first thing that the Chosen One hasn't been able to do perfectly on the first try?" His voice was full of bitter spite.
"Harry's not even going. It's just Ron and I."
"Oh fuck that!" Malfoy said a little too loudly and the rest of the class glanced up at them tucked beside each other in the supply cabinet. Hermione saw Ron looking apprehensively at her, his brow hanging low over his blue eyes.
"Language, Mr. Malfoy!" Slughorn chided, wagging his finger in his direction.
Malfoy pulled a face as he turned back to the rows of jars, still pretending to be looking for an ingredient.
"Ron and I are friends-" Hermione started.
"No you're not. You said that."
"Well, we are again." She snapped. Malfoy had no right to comment on her relationships.
"And what are we then?"
Hermione's heart skipped a beat. She had asked herself this same question many times and never came up with a decent answer.
"We are meeting on Sunday," She whispered in a firm voice.
Draco held her gaze for longer than she was comfortable with, but did not break it herself either.
"No knickers either then."
She took a deep breath. He wanted her to go flying with him with no undergarments on at all. What was she getting herself into? She had no idea, but she did know that she wasn't backing out.
Draco slumped onto the large leather couch, glowering at the rich carpet under his shoes. She would rather spend the day with fucking Weaselbee, practicing at something she'd already achieved, then go flying with him. Bitch.
Everything she did seemed to bother him. When she sat with Perfect Potter in class. When she whispered in the Weaselette's ear, giggling in the corridors. When she looked up over her paper as Weaselbee started talking at breakfast. Basically anything that didn't involve him. But when she was looking up at him with those big doe eyes… shit.
She might drive him up the wall, but he still wanted to shove up against it.
But he wouldn't be doing that tomorrow. Tomorrow she was spending the day with someone who wasn't him. Someone had poured poison into his veins and it was spread out across his chest, cold and corrosive.
There were plenty of things he could do tonight. He could do his Runes translations. He could play chess with Blaise. He could work on the Cabinet. But the chill seeped deep into his chest, sinking into the blood in his heart. He wanted to feel warm. Warm like she made him. Warm like whisky.
He hadn't had a drink in almost a week. It sucked.
Blaise had been trying to distract him by playing chess in the evenings he didn't spend working on the Cabinet. He was trying, really trying to hold it all together. He had to. For his Mother. For his Father. For his Lord.
And for his girl. Who he had to wait until Sunday to see again.
Fuck it.
"Theo!" Draco called and Theo's head shot up. Pansy pouted as his attention shifted from her to Draco. "Go get that bottle I gave you." Theo's eyes lit up. "Let's get shitfaced."
Hermione was practically bouncing. The apparition lesson had gone great, she had been able to accomplish apparition every time she tried and their instructor, Twycross, had even used her as an example for the rest of the students. Even Ron had done well. It could not have gone any better.
As a special treat Twycross had let them all go into the Three Broomsticks and have some Butterbeer before they headed back up to the school. It has been overcast and a bit chilly outside so she was glad to take refuge in the familiar warmth of the pub.
Hermione slid into the booth with Ron right behind her. It was the first time they were hanging out without Harry there and she was a little nervous, but mostly interested to see if they could find their own footing again without Harry's support.
There were so many emotions still surrounding them; new nervous ones, old drumming ones, and some… some she didn't really know what they were yet. She wanted them to be able to be friends again, but it was hard to remember what it was like when they were just friends. Things had been building with them for a while before all the mess that happened last term and she was having a hard time finding her way back to the start with him.
"I'll go get us drinks." Ron smiled and jumped up from the booth, heading over to the bar.
Hermione watched him. He had been her best friend for years and Ron meant so much to her. Although they had fought, she had missed him terribly and was glad that things were getting back to normal. But… she didn't want to go back to the same way things were. This fight had been different than the others. It wasn't like the little squabbles they had or the time when Ron stopped talking to her in third year. It had been different because they were different.
She knew part of this was because she had changed over the past few months. And a large part of that was due to Malfoy. Being with him… had opened up things for her; had let her explore a part of herself that she had never explored before. He stopped her brain from spinning, slowing it and letting other parts of her come through. She wasn't just a bossy little bookworm anymore. He was right, she was something more.
But Ron was the same guy he had always been, wasn't he? She glanced back at the bar where he was leaning forward, waving a freckled hand trying to catch the attention of Madam Rosmerta. She smiled at him and Ron got a glazed look on his face. Laughing, she turned and started filling two mugs with frothy Butterbeer. A stupid smile was spreading over Ron's face.
He was the same guy. The same guy who had made fun of her in class to make his new girlfriend laugh. The same guy who had said those things to her after Quidditch practice. The same guy who agreed to go to a party with her, then kissed another girl.
Ron sat down, sliding a Butterbeer over to her.
"Here you go, Hermione." He smiled at her, less stupid, but more real, and his blue eyes crinkled.
"Thanks," She said softly and reached out for the mug. How different this felt than the night Draco had bought her a Butterbeer in the Leaky Cauldron.
"You… you don't have to buy my drink."
"It's a drink, Granger, that's all."
Ron placed his arm around the back of their booth and downed a large gulp. "I told you, I owed you for helping me with that essay."
"It's what I do," She sighed and tapped the side of her mug.
"Yeah, but not for everybody." He grinned at her.
She gave him a thin smile. What would he think if he knew that she was doing that for Malfoy now? What would he think if he knew everything else she was doing with him?
Malfoy… Her smile widened. Ron returned it, thinking it was for him.
She brought her mug to her lips, hiding behind it, hoping that he would not notice the creep of color rising into her face. They chatted for a while, talking about the lesson. Ron was very pleased that he had finally been able to apparate and then they started to talk a little about homework, lessons, and everything else that wasn't his relationship with Lavender. He didn't bring it up and she had no interest to ask about it.
"Need another?" Ron asked when her mug was almost empty. Hermione nodded and he grabbed their drinks and headed back up to the bar. She heard him trying to tell a joke to Madam Rosmerta who merely smiled politely and took the mugs from him. Ron frowned a little, hunching his shoulders. His eyes started to get the same glazed look in them and Hermione noticed he was staring at the barmaid's chest.
'Nice, Ron. Very mature.' She shook her head, curls falling loosely around her and leaned back into the booth. Sitting here alone she couldn't help but wonder what Malfoy was up to back at the castle. She had begun to notice that she thought about him a lot more than she ever realized. He was a constant in her head now and she… she missed him. Oh dear. She had craved the physical feelings he gave her, but she had never missed him before.
What was tomorrow going to be like? They had never just hung out. That's not what they did. But… now they were. They were because he asked her to. He wanted her to. Draco wanted to spend time with her.
'With no bra and no knickers,' a voice in the back of her head reminded her. It wasn't just hanging out, it wasn't like this.
Ron sat back down again and she thanked him for the Butterbeer and silently for pulling her out of her thoughts about Draco. Malfoy!
Hermione took a large gulp, trying to quiet the remaining thoughts in her head and focused on listening to Ron talk about Apparition and the upcoming test, but she was having a hard time paying attention to him. The Butterbeer settled warmly inside her and she felt its effects easing into her brain.
"But of course you'll be fine. You're always fine."
"Hmm?" Hermione asked as she took another drink, licking the foam from her lip.
Ron's eyes watched her tongue slide back in her mouth and then smiled again. "The test. I'm sure you'll pass on the first time."
"Oh," Hermione fiddled with her hands in her lap. When Draco had sat next to her he had put his hand on her thigh and she remembered how… possessive that simple action had been. Malfoy! She called him Malfoy. Wow, the Butterbeer must really be going to her head. "Well it's like Twycross says about the three D's of Apparition-"
"No," Ron shook his head. "It's you, Hermione." He uncharacteristically tucked a loose curl behind her ear. Once again, she thought about Malfoy and the way he had run his fingers through her hair. Hermione pulled back.
"Thanks for the Butterbeer, Ron." She smiled at him, her heart fluttering in her chest. "We should head back."
"Why?" Ron glanced back at the bar. "Tomorrow's Sunday. It's not like we have anything we have to do."
"Yes, well, I just don't want to keep Harry waiting. I want to hear if he was able to make any progress with Slughorn." And she wanted to make sure she wasn't tired when she met Malfoy tomorrow.
"Fine," Ron grumbled and tossed back the last bit of his Butterbeer, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Draco pushed his hair back nervously. He had spent most of Saturday killing time and fucking around with Theo while they recouped from Friday night. Theo was good for days like that. He had no problem wasting a day or week getting pissed and living like a lush. Draco enjoyed it too and it helped him not think about the fact that Granger was playing Gryffindor Princess with Weaselbee in Hogsmeade.
Blaise had been less than pleased that he was drinking again. For someone who claimed to be his friend, he certainly liked acting like an overbearing Mother. He had drank some with them Friday evening, but had given up once half the bottle was gone, claiming he had a headache.
Draco scoffed at him and called him a pussy while he and Theo grew louder and more obnoxious with each drink. When they finally retreated to their dorm room, Pansy had followed them. In the past, he and Theo would have taken turns with her on nights like this, but this time Theo pulled her into his bed, drawing the curtains and Draco rolled his eyes. Pansy was hot, but she wasn't Granger.
He pulled his own curtains around his bed and pulled off his shirt, feeling the cool sheets against his skin. Sloppy, wet noises came from Theo's bed beside him. Draco smirked; good for him. Pansy gave great head. He had trained her well.
But Granger… She was something else. It seemed impossible that she could still look that innocent, that pure, while he was in her soft mouth. The only thing he loved more than having her on her knees was having her bent over, legs spread and ready for him. Fuck, she got him going like nothing else. Just thinking about her made him hard in seconds.
His hand rested on his lower stomach and he felt his muscles tighten a little under him. What he wouldn't give to train up Granger. She had so much potential and with just a little more guidance she could be his masterpiece. When she had mentioned crawling on her hands and knees for him his brain had conjured up too many images, too many scenarios in which he had her doing just that.
His hand slid a little lower and he took a low, quiet breath as he gripped himself. He stroked himself a few times and pressed his head back into the pillow. He was sitting in a chair, legs stretched wide in front of him and his arms hung over the sides. Granger was dressed in some little black lacy thing with straps, holding in her best bits.
She was crawling towards him across the floor, eyes looking like pools of melted chocolate. Draco wanted to lick them up. She moved slowly, letting her hips sway and drop as she moved towards him. Draco's hand sped up.
When he was buried in her, he could make her say just about anything at this point. He wondered how many more times it would take to make her that compliant to his wishes? She did like being told what to do. So what would he have to do to make her crawl for him?
Fucking hell she looked too good as she stopped in between his knees. Her hands ran up his legs, over his thighs and to the belt at his waist. Granger smiled at him, excited. Her brown eyes burned with desire. She wanted him. He ran his hand into her hair and Granger leaned into it, closing her eyes. What a good girl. What a good fucking girl she was.
He was so fucking hard, pumping his fist up and down over himself. Granger's breath was warm as it billowed around his cock. She was gently pulling her hand over him before she stuck out her tongue and licked him all the way up. So fucking filthy, but still so sweet with that smile on her face. She gripped him and then planted a soft kiss against the head of his cock.
"I love it," She murmured, letting her lips brush against him. Her other hand moved over her tits, rubbing them through the black lace. "I love your cock, Draco. Mmm, it's so big," She moaned, flicking her tongue against him again. He bit back a moan. His fantasy of Granger was pushing him close to his breaking point.
"Fuck me," She ran her nose down the length of his dick. "Please, Draco, I want it. I want your big cock. Please fuck me."
His muscles contracted and he sucked in a large breath through his nose. Draco shoved her back from him, her tits bouncing in the lace as she landed back on her elbows. Granger's cinnamon eyes burned up at him, heavy with lust.
Pansy was moaning now and distracting him. Draco flicked his wand, casting a silencing charm around his bed before closing his eyes and sinking back down into his head where Granger was panting, mouth open, and pushing herself up, trying to get back to his cock.
He grabbed her hips and flipped her over with a deep grunt and she gasped. He smacked her ass hard and pulled it up to where he was kneeling behind her. The black lace tore easily and he could see the red handprint on her round little ass. Physical proof that her ass belonged to him.
"Please," She moaned, leaning the top half of her down into the carpet and wiggling her ass in front of him. "Please, Draco I need it. I need you to fuck me. Oh God, I'm so desperate for you. Fuck my little whore pussy."
He grabbed her hips and thrust himself inside her. His hand tightened around himself. She was panting and moaning. He shoved her head down against the carpet and unleashed himself on her, fucking her hard and fast. She was screaming his name, begging for him. Telling him how good it felt. Telling him how much she loved his cock.
It wasn't as good as actually having her, but at least in his fantasy, he didn't have to pull out. Draco's body went stiff and he stopped breathing as he buried himself in her, pulling her hips into his and shot his come deep in her pussy. Granger moaned with pleasure at the feeling of it, thanking him for it.
He opened his eyes, breathing hard. His heartbeat was the only thing he could hear for a few seconds, as he laid stunned and shaking. He vanished the mess on his lower stomach and then rolled over, kneading his pillow and shoving it back under his head. He let himself sink down into it as the whisky and post orgasm chemicals swarmed in his head. Right before he drifted off to sleep he thought about what it would feel like to have Granger curled next to him.
As good as that night had been, that Granger was just a fantasy and the real Granger was supposed to be meeting him now and oddly enough he was even more excited today. He had worn a dark green shirt made from a soft fabric. He no longer had his Quidditch kit, but at least this was the right color. He shifted his broom handle to his other hand and glanced up at the school again. If that girl forgot about him again…
"Hi." Her voice was high and squeaky. Granger had come around the other side of the changing rooms while he had been looking across the grounds for her. He felt the corner of his mouth lift in a crooked grin at the sight of her.
She had her curls pulled back behind her head and away from her face, making her eyes look even bigger than they normally did. She was wearing a pink shirt under a grey sweater and a pair of jeans that hugged her legs nicely. There was no way of telling if she had followed his instructions from the layers she had placed over herself. He let his eyes move over her and she fidgeted as he took his time.
"Nervous?" Draco cocked an eyebrow at her.
"A little," She admitted.
"Think I'll let you fall?" He smirked.
Her face relaxed a little and a flicker of a smile passed over it. "You're more likely to push me off."
He grabbed her, using his Seeker skills to hook an arm around her and pulled her up to him. She gave a small gasp of surprise and he had to stop himself from taking advantage of her open mouth with his own.
"You better behave then," He said in a low voice.
Her cinnamon eyes burned, just like they had in his fantasy. "I will."
Those words shot from his head straight to the tip of his cock.
Draco swung his leg over the broom and ran his hand up the handle. "Get on. In front."
So good at taking orders, Granger took a deep breath and lifted herself up and over his broom. He wrapped his arm around in front of her, gripping the wood and relishing the feeling he had missed. He shifted a little closer to her, pressing his chest into her back and whispered in her ear, "Hold on, Sweetheart," before kicking off and lifting into the air.
Sweet Salazar, it felt good to fly again. The air moved over his face, pushing his hair back off of his forehead and the higher he lifted, the fresher it smelled. His body responded to years of Quidditch training and he guided the broom easily higher into the air, cutting through it smoothly.
He made sure they stayed steady. She had told him she didn't like flying, but she had been nervous about everything else he had asked her to do and ended up loving it. Draco wanted her to have a good time. A better time than she had with Weasley yesterday. She said she and Weasley were just friends, but Draco wasn't trying to be her friend.
Granger tensed against him and he smirked behind her. She was always so confident and self-assured. Never faltering in classes when she raised her hand to answer a question and held her head high in the halls, her Gryffindor Pride boldly pushing her forward. But here, she was apprehensive and restless. She was uneasy on the broom, tilting back and forth. Cute.
Draco slid his hand back on the handle until it was resting firmly in between her legs. "How does that feel?" He whispered in a velvet voice. She immediately stilled.
He felt her chest expand against him as she nodded. Her vanilla cinnamon scent was blowing right into his face and he breathed it in deeply. Delicious. Absolutely delicious.
He pulled his broom to the right, moving farther into the open sky and away from the school. He made sure to stay out of sight, but also away from the borders where he knew Aurors were patrolling. The last thing he needed was someone to see him with his hand between Granger's legs in the open sky.
"How… How far are we going?" Same high-pitched voice as before. He kind of liked nervous Granger. Or at least, liked that she was willing to battle her nerves for him. Based on how jittery she was, she had never gone up on Weasley's broom with him. Draco smiled smugly.
"Over the forest." Granger took another deep breath and leaned back into him a little more. Draco took his other hand off the handle and ran it over her stomach.
"Draco, hold on!" Anxiety was clear in her voice.
He moved his palm over her chest and squeezed one of her tits. No bra. Yes, she'd train up nicely. "I am." He pinched her nipple through her shirt and she backed into him again. He loved the way her body felt against his, even covered in clothes he could still feel the warmth of it.
The tops of the trees moved under them, thick with leaves even in the spring. He shifted a little on the broom after his trousers grew tighter on him, trying to get a little relief from his hard on. He slid his hand up her shirt, feeling the warm skin under his palm as he moved it up to her tits again, massaging them and feeling her nipples harden under his fingers.
Granger's head fell back against him and he was glad that she had pulled her hair back because out of the way he had a nice view of his hand moving under her shirt and the perky little nipples he had called forth. He rolled one between his fingers, pulling on it and she moaned.
"Do you want to go down?" He asked huskily and she nodded eagerly. Draco chuckled in her ear. "Don't worry, I don't need both hands to land." He squeezed one of her tits again and Granger took a deep breath, pushing her chest into his hand.
Draco spotted a clearing a little ways into the forest and guided his broom down into it, landing softly on the moss covered forest floor. Granger's legs were shaking beneath her so he kept his arm wrapped around her as he pulled the broom from beneath them and leaned it against a tree.
"I… I think I need to sit down," Granger said softly. She pulled herself from him and took her sweater off, laying it down on the moss before she sat down, running her hands over her jeans and looking around at their surroundings.
They weren't too far into the forest, but a decent way away from the school. Small patches of light filtered through the canopy of the trees, creating pools of light around them. Granger had sat in one of these and the ray of light made her skin glow, cheeks still a little pink from the wind. She looked beautiful.
How could Muggles have made that?
Draco took a seat beside her, bending his knees and resting his elbows on them as he clasped his hands.
"That was…" She exhaled. "You're a very good flyer."
He looked over at her and laughed. He almost had her coming at 150 feet in the air and all she could say about it was he was a good flyer.
"Thought you would have already known that, seeing as you used to check me out during matches." He shoved his shoulder against her.
She smiled and then her eyes flickered down over him, looking at the green shirt he was wearing. Granger bit her lip.
"You look so sexy when you do that."
"Do what?"
"Bite your lip." She started to do it again, but stopped when she realized what she was doing. "No, do it again," Draco prompted.
He turned more towards her. She smiled innocently and then, fuck, she bit that lip again.
Draco leaned in, cupping her face. "Let me."
Granger released her lip and then nodded. He pressed his lips on hers, moving his hand over her face and neck, tilting her head back. Grazing his teeth over her lip, he felt Granger breathe out shakily. He captured her lip for himself and pulled it. She whimpered, not in pain, but pleasure.
Draco pushed her back against the moss and pressed himself against her. Fuck, this was hot. She ran her hand up his arm, grabbing onto the muscles under his shirt and pulling on him. It wasn't just fantasy Granger that wanted him, it was this Granger, real Granger. And he bet he could have her begging for him too.
He bit down harder, feeling the soft flesh pillow under his teeth. A louder whimper and her hand tightened on him. "Mmm," He pulled back, placing soft kisses against the tender spot he created. What he wanted to do was bite down on it until she was screaming, but he could control himself. There were other ways to make her scream.
"What do you want me to do?"
Granger looked up at him, confused.
"You came flying with me, so now…" He trailed his fingers down her chest and stomach. "You get a treat. What would you like, kitten?" He ran his nose along hers. She had obeyed and not worn a bra. He reached the band of her jeans, was she wearing knickers though?
"I told you," She sat up a little. "Something you've never done before."
"I told you that's a short list, Granger."
"Well, what's on it?"
"Are you asking me what my hard lines are?"
"What are hard lines?" She frowned. She didn't like not knowing something. It was cute.
"Things I won't do," He explained. "Say I asked you to…" He thought for a moment. "Be with another girl. With me. And of course your answer would be-"
"No!" Hermione exclaimed. "I can't even believe you're asking-"
"I'm not, Granger," He rolled his eyes. "I could tell that wouldn't be something you'd be into so I didn't bother asking."
She blinked as she looked up at him. "Have you done that before?"
He looked away from her for a moment. There were only two ways this conversation could go and he had a feeling he knew which way it would end.
"Do you really want to know the answer to that?" She looked up at him expectantly. Well, fuck. He trained his eyes on hers, ready to find the first flame of anger in her deep eyes. "Yes."
"Who?"
"Merlin, Granger!" He pulled his arm from around her. He wanted to fuck her, not talk about other girls or what he'd done with them.
"What?" She asked snottily as if she had no idea why this was a bad idea.
Part of him wanted to start listing out names and deeds, just to piss her off, but he stopped himself. Pissing her off would only result in him beating off again tonight instead of fucking her in the forest. Plus it would hurt her feelings. And he didn't really want to do that either. Oh shit, when had that happened?
"I just think I should know who you've… had relations with so that way-"
"Why?" He snapped. "Honestly, what would be the point of that? Your name is on that list, same as theirs. You wouldn't want me going around telling people that I fucked you, would you?"
Her chocolate brown eyes filled with thoughts and she was silent for a moment. He was losing her. And he did not lose.
Draco leaned in. "But I'm not with them now. I'm with you. Only you, remember?" He added just to sweeten it. Merlin, since when did he sweeten anything for anyone? Whatever, if it got him back in her pants then-
"Have you ever done that before? Limited it to just one girl?" She asked, surprising him.
Draco slid his hand over her stomach. She was less likely to pull away if he was touching her. "Yes," He answered honestly. "I mean, at first it was just… one girl. But that wasn't because I didn't want to be with others."
"Who?"
Salazar fucking Slytherin, she was going to ruin all his plans if he didn't get her to stop talking.
He knew she wasn't going to let this go so he took a breath and answered her. "Pansy."
Her eyes darkened. "She was your first." Draco nodded. He didn't want to talk about Pansy right now. He didn't want to talk right now. "That must have been special for you. Having your first time be with someone you… you cared about."
Snorting, Draco tried to stop himself from laughing. "I didn't care about her. Not like that. Not like you're thinking." He had dated Pansy for a while in their fourth year and after the Yule Ball they had… That was it! He had to tell her about it.
Granger was frowning, looking down with a small pout on her face. Her bottom lip was still a little swollen and he had to hold himself back from biting it again.
"I thought about you," He said in a soft voice. She looked up at him, brown eyes wide. "I've never told anyone else and if you ever repeat it…" He blew out a breath for effect. "After the Yule Ball. That was my first time. And…" He looked deep into her eyes. "I kept thinking about you, in that little blue dress. I… I couldn't help it."
"You're kidding." She didn't believe him. Why should she? It hadn't stopped him from teasing her and calling her names like Mudblood long after he had started fantasizing about her.
Draco pulled her shirt up over her stomach and stretched his hand over the skin there. "Does it look like I'm kidding?" She smiled. Fuck, he made her smile. It was small, but it was his. Her smile, for him.
He pulled on her hip playfully. "I kept thinking about you. I imagined fucking you so many times. Finding you alone when I was patrolling, you'd be doing something you shouldn't and beg me not to tell on you. I'd tell you there was one thing you could do to… convince me. Or finding you alone in the Library, bending you over a table and having my way with you."
Granger giggled and ducked her head down. Draco pushed his hand under her shirt and rubbed her tits. So soft. He pushed the shirt up over them and saw her little pink nipples sticking up for him.
"Draco!" She gasped. He grinned. It was Draco again.
"What? There's no one around. I wouldn't have your tits out if I thought anyone else could see them." He leaned down and sucked on one, letting it pop from his mouth. "These are just for me."
Her lips pulled wide and she leaned her head back. "I like when you put your mouth on them."
Finally, she was telling him what she liked. "Mmm, yeah? What else do you like?"
"I… I don't know. Everything. I've liked everything you've done."
"Of course you have," He kissed one of them. "That's what I like about you. You're just like me."
She bit her lip. Softly. A little color rose in her cheeks. "I never even thought about things like this before, let alone actually doing them with anyone. I'd kissed a boy before, but…"
He ignored the stone in his stomach at the reminder that Krum had tasted her first. "I know," He leaned down and nipped at her swollen lip, making the far away look in her eyes be replaced with sparks. "And I like that I'm the only one who has touched you. Makes you… pure."
She gave a small laugh and looked away from him. "Yeah, like I'd ever be pure to you."
He placed a few fingers against her cheek and turned her face back. "You don't know what you are to me."
Why the fuck did he say that? Where did that even come from? He was about to try and backtrack but the look in Granger's eyes made him stop. Those big, beautiful brown eyes… he wanted to stare into them as he buried himself inside her. He wanted to watch them burn as he made her come.
He needed to change the subject. He didn't need to say anything else he might regret later.
"So," He flicked her nipple again. "Something I've never done before… Hmm." He gave her a playful smirk.
"Have you ever done it outside?" God, she was so innocent.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Yes, Granger, I've had sex outside."
"Oh." She stuck that bottom lip out again. If she did that again he was going to latch onto it and not let go.
"Just tell me what you'd like. You mentioned crawling…"
"That was a joke."
He ran his nose along hers. "You sure about that?" He palmed her tits, pressing his fingers into the soft skin.
She breathed in shakily and squeezed her legs together. The image of her in that black lacy thing on her hands and knees popped into his head again. But he needed to think about what he could do for her. Granger wasn't going to come up with an idea anytime soon, surprising really when he thought about how clever she normally was. But she was too good to think of anything that naughty.
He licked her nipple before taking it in his mouth again, looking up at her as he did so. His hand slid over her stomach to the button of her jeans and he popped it open.
"You know, it's kind of cheating. When I tell you not to wear knickers so you wear jeans instead. If you'd worn a skirt I would have fingered you while we were on my broom." Granger was shaking slightly under him. He dipped his hand into her jeans, cupping her warmth.
She felt so good. He pressed his face into her chest and moaned into it. She opened her legs a little wider, letting him further in.
"You can take them off." Her voice was soft, but he could hear the want in it.
Draco grinned at her and lifted himself up to a kneeling position and started to pull the jeans off of her legs. Slowly.
Granger lifted her hips, letting them slide over her ass. One leg got caught on her ankle and he growled playfully as he pulled hard enough to yank them off. Granger giggled again and then pulled her shirt over her head.
Draco's mouth watered at the sight of her, naked, in front of him. She started to cover herself up with her hands, but he wasn't having any of that, not when he had finally got her bare. He dove back down on her, pushing her tits together and shoving his face in them, licking, sucking, and biting.
Granger gasped and breathed out heavily and happily, pressing her body up into him. Mmm, she really did like having his mouth on her…
Draco pulled back.
"Why did you stop?" She looked disappointed. She wouldn't be for long though.
"I know what I've never done before."
She blinked up at him, her dark lashes hanging over her melted chocolate eyes. "Really? What?"
Draco kept his eyes on hers as he kissed in between her breasts, then below them, then a lower after that. He kept at it, kissing a line down to her navel and Granger sat up on her elbows. "What are you-"
Draco's lips brushed against her fold and he felt her body tense as a small high noise slipped out of her mouth.
"You've never," She swallowed and breathed in deeply. "Not with anyone?"
He shook his head, grinning wolfishly at her. "No."
Oh, she was into that.
He smacked her thigh. "Open up."
Granger grinned at him and shifted, spreading her legs a little wider. She was quivering, nervous and excited all at the same time. And… he was too. He had never eaten a girl out before, never seen the reason to. The girls he had been with had a good time, but he wasn't in it for them. He was in it for himself.
Before he could talk himself out of it or figure out the reason he was willing to do this for her, Draco dipped his head down and ran his tongue along her slit.
Oh fuck.
Granger fell back against the bed of moss with a wild moan. She looked so fucking hot right now, spread out in front of him, wanton and willing. He ran his tongue up and down her a few more times and watched as her hands tightened on either side of her.
"Oh, God, Draco," She moaned. He swirled his tongue around her clit and she cried out again. She was so sensitive. It was so easy to make her come when he touched her, but this… Merlin, she was already shaking. He lazily dragged the tip of his tongue around her clit, teasing her.
Talk about pushing her buttons… Draco smirked, watching her as he lowered his mouth onto her again. She loved this. Passionate noises escaped her and Draco watched as her tightly wound bonds started to unravel. He could have her crawling… she'd follow him anywhere. Maybe even through the Vanishing Cabinet.
Woah, wait.
Where did that come from?
"No, please," Granger whined and the sound of it shot straight to his cock. "Don't stop. Please don't stop…"
She was looking down at him, watching him between her legs. She was begging him, pleading with him, just like she had in his head. She was his. Every fucking inch of her.
Fuck, she was delicious.
He grabbed her legs, pulling her down a few inches and groaned as he pulled her clit into his mouth. Granger gasped, whimpered, and moaned as he sucked on it, enjoying the sight of her giving herself over to pleasure. To him. She gasped loudly and her head fell back as her hips bucked up. Draco lapped at her, knowing what he was causing in her body.
Granger came. Draco slowed, making each stroke of his tongue a little lighter than the last until she was trembling, whimpering and he lifted his head up, licking the taste of her off of his lips.
"Godric, Draco," Her voice shook. "You… You've never done that before?"
Draco laughed and kneeled back. "No, never."
"Well," She let out a low breath. "Flying's not the only thing you're good at." She stretched out, throwing her arms up above her head. Her body curved gently, her tits jiggling slightly with the movement. She smiled up at him, happy and satisfied.
He wanted to look down at her like this forever.
Well, no. That wasn't entirely true because he knew that was impossible. She'd never really follow him. Not if she knew what was on his arm. Not after what he had to do.
Goddamn it.
Fuck her for being a Mudblood.
Granger sighed and closed her eyes, tilting her face up into the daylight.
And fuck her he would.
Draco grabbed her legs and pushed them back, pressing himself down on her. Granger inhaled sharply as he roughly pulled his belt off, pushing his trousers down. Once he was back inside her these thoughts would stop.
"Got you good and wet," He breathed out heavily.
"Malfoy-" He had just had her coming and she was already back to Malfoy? He'd fix that.
"Gonna fuck you so hard-"
"Malfoy-"
He bore down on her pulling her legs up onto his shoulders. He could feel her pussy against his cock, slick and warm. Ready for him, wanting him.
"Draco, wait!" She called out and he paused, his head pressing against her entrance, throbbing for her.
"What?" He snapped. He wanted to feel her, so he could ignore his other feelings. He needed to have her, while he still could.
"I…" She ran her hands over his shirt. "Will you take this off?"
Oh, God, he wanted to. Wanted to press his skin onto hers, feel every bit of her against him. She pulled at the bottom of it, sliding her hand underneath, her warm fingers trailed over his abdomen.
A horrible, reckless voice told him to just do it. Just take it off and fuck her before she saw it. He could keep her distracted, grab her face and hold it, keeping her eyes locked on his.
"Are you a Death Eater?"
"I could never trust you."
No. He couldn't lose her.
"I thought you liked me in green."
"I… I do."
"Then just lay back and enjoy it." He smirked at her. Granger bit her lip and he dove down onto her. His mouth took hers as his dick slid inside her. Fuck, she was so good. With her legs over his shoulders he was able to press deep into her, filling her with everything he had.
Granger made a loud, weak noise that he licked from her mouth, just as warm and wet and sweet as her cunt had been. This Granger was making him come faster than the one he had conjured up in his head and Draco tried to calm himself back down so he would last. He'd made her come already, but he didn't want to rush this either.
He grabbed her tit and squeezed it hard. Granger whimpered a little and he moved his mouth back down to it, biting the soft skin hard enough to make her cry out. He released it and saw the pink marks of his teeth imprinted on her. She had been mad when he broke the skin before, but fuck, he wanted to leave his marks on her so everyone would know she belong to- someone.
"Did that hurt?" He panted, slowly slightly.
Granger took a shaky breath. "Yes. Do it again."
Holy shit.
What a good fucking slut she was turning out to be. He ducked his head back down and grazed his teeth over her nipple. Looking up into her bright cinnamon eyes, Draco closed his teeth on it and pulled. She cried out and ran her fingers up into his hair.
Fuck yes, Granger, I know you want it. Want this. Want me.
"Like that, you little slut?" He grinned at her as he licked it a few times.
"Yes sir." She nodded.
God fucking damn. He had to pull himself from her for a few seconds to stop himself from coming. Granger pushed her hips up against him greedily. He took some large breaths and pushed in her again, groaning as he felt her walls close in around him.
Draco grabbed her face and held it tight. "You want me to mark you up? Let everyone know what a dirty girl you really are?"
Her brows pulled together, but she nodded. Draco sunk himself in her and Granger opened her mouth up, let out a moaning gasp, and her eyes burned deeply. He growled and twisted her head to the side, licking her neck from her chest to her ear. He could feel her trembling under him.
He bit her neck, soft at first, moving back and forth in her, pressing harder with each thrust. Granger's moans increased, growing louder and higher, turning into desperate little screams. Draco groaned deeply and let go with his teeth, latching on with his lips. He sucked at the sensitive skin below her ear, moving down and over her neck to her chest, leaving red and purple patches of passion behind.
"Draco-" She gasped. "Oh, God, Draco!" Granger came undone, clenching around him and clasping her hands around his arms for support. Her hand was right over his mark and it made the burning ache increase. He didn't stop or tell her to move it. He didn't care. He'd take the pain if he could have one more second of her.
"Fuck, Granger, I'm going to-" Draco pulled himself from her, moaning out as he came the second he wasn't in her. "Fuck, fuck…" He said weakly.
Granger's legs fell from his shoulders and she looked up at him with an expression he had never seen on her face before. It looked almost affectionate. Her cheeks were red, flushed with heat and arousal. Her eyes were deep like two pools of melted chocolate and her lips pulled into another small smile.
She ran her hands up his arms and it was then that he realized they were shaking. He pulled himself off of her and laid down on the moss beside her. He stared up into the high branches of the trees, watching them sway back and forth gently, making the light fall in speckled spots around them.
Granger shifted beside him, turning towards him and tucking her arm against her chest. Draco couldn't help but notice the growing marks across her skin. His marks. He trailed his fingers over them and she tilted her head back, letting him.
Then she surprised him. Granger leaned over, ran her hand over the side of his neck, and kissed him. Her lips were soft against his, moving slowly then opening and her tongue gently pressed against his. He ran his hand up the slope of her side, resting it on her ribcage.
What was this? He didn't know; all he knew is he wanted more of it. He pushed himself closer to her. She had never really kissed him before, it had always been him kissing her. And she certainly had never kissed him like this.
Granger pulled back and breathed in. "We should probably head back," She murmured.
Draco blinked, trying to shake whatever this was from him. She was right. They had been gone for a while. He let his face relax into an emotionless expression. He shouldn't let her do that. It was too… close.
She sat up, her body curving as she reached back to grab her shirt and slipped it back over herself. Draco fixed his trousers back, slowly buckling his belt as she slipped her jeans back on.
He watched her. Watched her dress herself and push a few curls that had come loose back. He pushed himself up from the mossy bed and reached down, offering her his hand. Granger eyed it for a moment before taking it. He pulled her up easily, keeping a hold of her hand as he looked down at her.
Granger gave him a nervous smile, glancing around and then back at him. "Uhm, thanks," She mumbled. "I… I had a really nice time."
Draco grinned, looking down into her doe eyes. "So did I. You, uh, might have to do something about these." He traced a finger over his marks that were visible on her neck.
"I know a charm."
"Don't get rid of them though," He added quickly. "Just cover them up." He liked knowing they were there, just under the surface.
Granger gave him that little smile again. "Yes sir."
A/N: Thanks for all the feedback on the last chapter. Although I like conflict, Hermione is a strong girl and even in the books she didn't go running back to Ron right away so I don't feel like I should write her like that. I don't think I'll do a Ron POV, I just thought it might be interesting to see their relationship through someone else's eyes… Is there any characters you would want a POV from or just keep it to Hermione and Draco?
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