Chapter 23

Malfoy's gaze was hot and heavy from the far corner of the cafe, his blank but broody expression landing on her for a minute before looking away, the motion carried out on repeat. The corner of his lips remained pinned down, his eyes squinting in a displeased fashion, and his nose would occasionally wrinkle as though a bad stench had wafted around the room. Seeing as the room's aroma was of fresh-baked cookies and roasted coffee, Hermione had only herself to blame for his sour demeanour. More specifically, the disappointment she had been last night.

The minute he had sprinted from her room, nausea at the pit of her stomach had ruined the bliss of finishing, making her want to run to the bathroom and puke the red wine and any other substance from her stomach. So couldn't find the will to leave her bed, and instead curled into a tiny ball and clenched her eyelids shut, willing tears to remain at bay instead of over spilling onto the pillow.

The feeling was hard to understand, realising that it couldn't be pinned to him, and instead was a deep-rooted issue of failure and inadequacy. She had been so far out of her depth, having no idea what to do with her hands, her lips, how to make him feel as good as he was making her feel. Hermione was used to excelling at the tasks she set herself, and last night had definitely not felt like success. She had disappointed him. She had been so bad he didn't even want to complete the job; despite the saying 'boys will fuck anything with a pulse'.

'Can we forget last night and just go back to how things were before?' –H

She waited until Ron left for the toilet to send the message, not wanting to appear rude by checking her phone, despite Ron checking his every five minutes.

Hermione held her breath as she watched Malfoy look down at his screen, read her message, then revert his attention back to the girl in front. He hadn't even bothered to open it, possibly only seeing a preview on his home screen and deciding she wasn't important enough to reply to. How infuriating. Despite her better judgement, she began typing again, deciding Hermione Granger was not the type of girl that was going to be ignored.

'I can literally see you opposite me.' -H

She hit send, proud of her sassiness for only a moment, before realising she might come across as a complete stalker. Could she un-send it? No. His eyes were already back on his screen, a smirk on his stupid face as he lifted his head to make eye contact. Despite being on the other side of the room, she could still make out his slightly raised eyebrow and knew the devilish gleam that would be dancing behind his eyes.

'Are you stalking me Granger?' –M

She could hear his sarcastic and mocking tone in her head, the memory of his voice so clear and vivid that it was like he was whispering against her ear. Then again, Ron had gone to the bathroom, and perhaps Malfoy had only noticed her sitting by herself- hence it would be perfectly reasonable for him to assume she was somewhat of a stalker. God damn it.

'Don't put yourself on such a pedestal. I wouldn't waste my time following you.' –H

She contemplated adding 'I'm here with someone,' but decided against it, thinking it would sound childish. Ron would be back any minute, and then she wouldn't have to justify herself.

'I wouldn't call our time a waste, would you?' –M

She couldn't help but blush a crimson shade of red, her imagination taking off and picturing the two of them last night. Surely that's what he was referring to, right? Before she had time to respond, another message appeared on her screen.

'In fact, I think you should repay the favour' -M

He couldn't possibly mean she owed him an orgasm, could he?

She saw Ron heading back towards the table, and willed her cheeks to stop burning bright red. Her brain was working a mile a minute, trying to work out what Malfoy meant by the message. Did this mean the sexual nature of the deal last night was going to be continued? When would it be continued? Tonight? Should she ask him when was convenient for him?

"You alright Mione, you look a bit hot?" Ron asked, sliding back into his seat. She felt like she was burning up, her stomach tightening into knots whilst her skin radiated heat.

"Yes, yes, I'm perfectly fine," she gushed, trying to compose herself as quickly as possible. She thought about suggesting to leave, only she didn't want Malfoy to leave her sight.

Her mobile buzzed in her lap, and she peeped down to see if he had messaged her a third time. He had.

'Go to the disabled toilets in five minutes and lock the door behind you. I'll knock twice."

No. She refused to lower herself into a person that had sex in public toilets. Not only was it illegal, but it was dirty and degrading and unsanitary. She wanted a bed with sheets, a pillow under her head, laying down in the dark where he couldn't see her painfully awkward facial expressions.

Only, the idea that Malfoy's mouth could be pressed against hers in a matter of minutes made her flutter between her legs. She wanted to inhale the smell of his cologne, and feel his slender fingers under her skirt. She wanted to know what the hard bulge felt like rocked up against her, or what it would feel like inside of her.

"Are you sure? You really look very flushed," Ron's voice made her jolt, her imagination getting in the way of reality. She was suddenly back in the café, opposite Ron whilst getting wet over another man.

"Actually, I'm feeling a bit funny, are you finished with your coffee?"

"Yeah I'm good to go," Ron replied whilst standing up, gulping the last two sips from his cup.

Hermione got to her feet, stealing a glance at Malfoy as she made her way out the café. He wasn't even looking in her direction, instead, focusing his attention back on the girl opposite. Who was she to him anyway? Was he on a date? Had he slept with her before? Surely if he was feeling horny he'd have sex with her and not Hermione?

The disabled toilet sign was just outside the café exit, and the right thing to do would be to walk past and stay in Ron's company. Or perhaps read a book in the common room stretched out on one of those comfy sofas. The right option was definitely not to slip inside and wait for the two knocks whilst making up an excuse to Ron, sending him far far away.

Only her feet hesitated by the door.

"I'm just going to head to the toilet, no need to wait for me, I feel a little sick. I'll see you and Harry for dinner later?"

What was she doing? Was she really going to go in there?

"Oh, okay. I'll see you soon," with a quick hug he was gone, and Hermione slipped into the bathroom locking the door behind her.

She immediately went to the mirror to check her appearance, grimacing at the mess of her reflection. She tried combing her hair with her fingers and some tap water to tame the curls, and splashed some water against her cheeks to cool them down. Her heart was racing, and she paced from one end of the bathroom to the other, not being able to keep still.

At least it was a very clean and spacious bathroom.

She was tempted to wipe down the toilet lid or the sink bowl, not knowing where she was going to be pressed up against, but decided that it would come across and psychotic. Calm down Hermione, he's probably done this a million times before in this very location. He'll know what he's doing. But she had no idea what she was doing, as last night proved. Moreover, she didn't think she could handle another rejection from him.

She heard a double knock and froze. She still had time to back out. She could stay really quiet and pretend it wasn't her, as she had never responded to his text anyway. But Malfoy didn't seem like the type to take rejection very well, and that would be the end of her tutor/student fantasies. He probably wouldn't acknowledge her existence again.

Her fingers unlocked the door and he slipped inside, hopefully without anyone seeing. She wanted to say something seductive, or something sexy, and instead she ended up saying the opposite.

"If you think I'm having sex inside public toilets, you're out of your mind."

"If you think I'm having sex inside public toilets, you're out of your mind," Granger said the minute he stepped inside, barely moving out the way for him to get through the door. He wanted to laugh at the mere idea of the somewhat virgin hiking up her skirt and getting fucked against the sink, Draco watching through the wall-sized mirror, but no. He knew she was still too innocent for that, despite the image in his head making the blood rush between his legs.

"Ruining the fun already? What a shame," he responded, stepping round her and making his way towards the other end.

"Well, I just think it wouldn't be very comfortable, but-"

"Granger, relax, I don't want to fuck you here," he interrupted, which was a lie, he definitely did want to fuck her, but it also wasn't the plan. He shrugged his robe off, undid the top button of his shirt, then beckoned her over by curling two fingers. She looked nervous, her bambi eyes wide and dilated, only she followed instruction and made her way over. It was the innocence in her eyes that got to him.

He never inited sexual favours through intimacy, actively avoiding kissing women when he could, but something about Granger was different. He wanted to peel the hair away from her neck and run his tongue up her ear, biting at her creamy skin, and nipping at her jawline. He didn't want to hold her, he wanted to grab and squeeze her, consume her as much as physically possible.

She stopped in front of him but was still too far away, and he reached out for the edge of her robe to pull her in. When she was close enough he placed both hands on either side of her face, tipping her head up and kissing her hard on the mouth. There was nothing delicate about the way he kissed her, devouring her lips as roughly as he could without hurting her, tasting the pastry and coffee she had been eating moments before.

He felt her fingers grab at his shirt, and if it was anyone else he'd have been annoyed at the chance they'd ruin the expensive fabric. Instead, he wanted her to rip at it, not caring if the buttons popped as long as she'd reach for his chest and press her body against it. Fuck, the things he wanted to do to her body.

She moaned into his mouth, and the noise was enough to remind him of his original idea, whilst driving him crazy at the same time. He pulled his mouth away, looking down at her newly swollen lips that formed the perfect 'o' shape. He yanked at his belt, her eyes following his hands and watching him loosen his top trouser button. He purposely went slow, giving her enough time to object if she wanted, and when she didn't, he reached for her hand and placed it against the throbbing bulge.

"Granger, are you going to repay the favour?" His voice was strained from how horny he felt, his mind transfixed on the image of those lips wrapped around him. She hesitated for a moment while trying to figure out what he meant, then nodded as she helped undo the zip.

Her hands fumbled as she slipped his boxers down, and he sucked in a sharp breath with her felt her delicate fingers wrap around his cock. Oh fuck, it was going to be a struggle not to finish in three seconds. He looked down at the sight of her tiny hands wrapped around the pink top, alreasy dripping with precum, and he exhaled whilst bucking his hips into her touch.

"I need your mouth wrapped around it."

Granger froze, suddenly looking very panicked, and Draco wondered whether he'd taken it too far.

"Oh. I've um...I've never done that before," she stuttered, her fingers loosening their grip around him.

"Do you want to?"

Consent was usually implied with Draco, with girls throwing their bodies at him as if they were his belongings. He had never had to ask 'do you want to' because their strip tease inferred enough. Yet, Granger's slightly scared and very nervous expression made him feel like he had to.

"Yes, but can you tell me what to do?"

"I'll talk you through it," he responded, the idea of him saying aloud exactly how he liked it seeming incredibly hot.

"You're going to need to get on your knees first. Put my robe underneath them," the idea that the luxurious fabric he wore everyday was going to be pressed against a public floor was disgusting, and this gentlemanly behaviour was unlike him. Only, if Granger was willing to go beyond her comfort zone, then protecting her knees was the least he could do. Furthermore, a robe was always disposable, where as this was a shot in the dark.

She lowered herself to the ground, his robe bunched and underneath her, then looked up at him between her lashes.

"When you look up at me it's really hot. Try keep as much eye contact as you can."

"Now I want you to lick from the base to the tip. Yeah, just like that," Draco rocked his head back as he felt her wet tongue do as he said, sliding up and flicking against the tip. He was doing his best to mentally record this, knowing he'd play it back in his imagination again and again, simutaniously doing his best not to finish just at the sight of her on her knees and licking his cock.

"Wrap your mouth around the tip and just suck it gently. Fuck, yes, exactly like that," his knees were begginging to feel weak and his breathing was getting quicker.

"Go down lower. Try hitting the base."

Her mouth slid down his cock excruciatingly slowly, all whilst looking up at him with that innocent expression, and he had to turn his head up and look at the ceiling to gather his thoughts. He heard her gag quietly, the sensation new to her, but she kept going until she hit the base. She slid back up and her lips made a popping noise as she slid it out of her mouth.

"I'm not going to last long, just keep doing that," he moaned, rocking his hips forward so his cock poked at her lips until she took it back in. She went slightly faster, her mouth wet and hot as it slid up and down, his hips gently rocking with her. He looked back down and noticed her eyes were closed, her hand gripping at his inner thigh to hold herself up. The image of her was too much, and all the blood was rushing between his legs, knowing he was going to finish any moment now. She felt his stare and opened her eyes, her tempo suddenly becoming irregular and slower.

"Fuck no, don't stop, I'm so fucking close Granger," he growled, both hands gripping her hair whilst he pumped harder and deeper into her mouth. The final straw was when she gagged, his cock hitting the back of her throat deeper than it had before, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to stop himself.

"Granger, I'm gonna come."

He let go of her head and tried to pull himself back, not wanting to surprise her with a mouth full of cum, only she leant forward and continue to suck. It was the last thing he expected her to do, even more surprising than her waiting for him here, and he felt himself empty into her mouth.

He closed his eyes and the world went blank in bliss.