Scene- Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger had a verbal spat outside the greenhouses That turned a bit physical. Set in 5th year of their schooling. The month is September. Malfoy follows Hermione out from the Library and does his best to humiliate Harry. She loses it and this follows next. This is my first fanfic and any genuine criticism is most welcome. I have tried to highlight a bit feisty side of Hermione and the Genre will be Angst to begin with. Hope you all like it.
SLAPPP! the sound of her flesh against his resounded loudly in the air like a crack of elfish apparition. For just a moment it levelled him a little however he quickly recovered his lost balance. His right cheek was signing and burning red at the spot where her hand had made contact. For a teenage girl she was stronger than anyone would suspect and had administered much greater force and energy in her attack.
What happened afterwards culminated barely in 2 seconds. His blood had surpassed the boiling point and was now dancing in his veins, writhing like puppet snakes and a desire to seize her, throw her, push her and humiliate her was all-consuming.
Gall of you he girned with teeth shattering ferocity and with shaky breath he had crossed over the few paces between them and had grabbed her and pushed her against the wall of the greenhouse, he had got hold of her throat in a firm grip and had applied the pressure that would keep her from gaining footing. If he wanted he could increase pressure on her gullet and maker her choke and retch but his motive was to give her a fair warning before he went for the actual attack.
"You ungrateful, filthy, slimy fucking bitch" he snarled with such aggression that air thumped out of his nose.
"What were you thinking, just because you got away with it first time around, you thought you could repeat it whenever you please".
"You should thank me on bended knees that I let you go unscathed last time, that i didnt hurt your precious, disgusting, repulsive mudbloody hide".
"Had I wanted I could you have made you repent. I could have exacted my revenge on you in so many ways. I could have told my father, he would have seen to it, you know what all my father is capable of Granger don't you. He could have placed an imperius curse on you, controlling you like a marionette extracting all the useful information on that imbecilic scarhead potter and than tossed you aside like an old piece of rag. He could have jinxed you and modified your memory so well you wouldn't know who did it but it would have left you scarred".
"But I did not, I kept my silence and decided to let bygones be bygones, if I had wished I could have given you away at the Quidditch world cup campfire in a second but I maintained the poise of a gentleman and urged you to safety". She made a funny twitchy sound at that.
"Oh yes I did. That fool of a gormless Weasel was too busy tripping over his giant ugly feet oblivious to the danger at hand"
"And that bastard born of mudblood potter was too busy playing the victim to care for you. My wand is lost, where is my wand? I had it right with me at the top box".
"Foolish git! What wizard carries a wand but can't keep it safe. Yes he always plays the victim doesn't he, it's always about him isn't it. Whether if he is in danger from some mad lunatic, or if its his scar that keeps giving him jolts or its his precious hide thats in danger because his name has been unceremoniously pushed into the Goblet of fire or if it's those odious wretch of his muggle relatives who try their half-baked monkey measures to harass him. It's always about him isn't it. So how would he – 'The boy who sucks' have gathered his wits about the out of hand situation that was looming just few yards across from you".
"But I showed decency beyond what you deserve to get you out of there. Had I wanted i could have given you away, I could have made enough noise to attract their attention, i could have set them after you and if they had gotten hold of you, you are smart enough to know what would have been in store for you, don't you mudblood, drifting along in the air upside exhibitioning your dirty smell knickers".
"Had I still wanted I could have hatched a plot of revenge, he continued with renewed venom, months after you slapped me and no one would have been any wiser. I am clever enough to implicate you into lifelong humiliation and Snape would have stood like a tall pillar vouching for me no matter what, with my father and his ministry contacts behind me and the perfection of my own plan that would have caused you some serious mortification and disgrace and you could have done nothing except writhe in the agony of shame and dishonour, you pitiable, pathetic, wenchy Mudblood".
He concluded with savagery half panting and half shaking, at the final word he relaxed his hold a little to wipe beads of perspiration that were sticking at the outset of his perfectly sleek blond hair. She seized the opportunity to turn herself loose from his violent gripe and took several steps of distance between the two.
He was still taking shallow breaths "don't you go on taking advantage of my chivalry and decency Granger"
"I did you a kindness in burying that hatchet and you dared to lay a finger on me again. By merlin i will strangle you till you turn all blue and purple and make you"-
"FUCK OFF Malfoy!"
She cut him off and replied viciously. At the same time he made a lunge to reach her but this time she was prepared and sidestepped him, using her elbow to push him sideways and he fell on his back into the wet mud splattering his expensive robes and shiny hair with muck. His face and front were saved due to his angle of fall. Despite of her self she let out a cruel laugh at the sight of wet slick mud dripping from his hairs that were his pride and characteristic of Malfoys. Her laughter incensed when she saw him struggling to his feet vociferating oaths of vengeance, he reached for her but quickly he lost his balance due to the slippery mud and she made a run for it, running in abandon she was aiming to get away from him but he outstripped her in seconds and took such forcible hold of her from behind, his front pressing on her back, she attempted to shout but he had placed a firm hand on her mouth with one hand and held onto her in a vice like grip with his other hand, he began to feel for her wand, their bodies almost never leaving contact. She screamed but it was muffled, she bit hard on his palm in earnest but he only laughed and tightened his hold on her. Draco fumbled in her robes, until he found what he was looking for, her wand! securing it safely into his own side pocket, he half dragged her to the spot were the wet mud was and tried to push her into the deepest spot it but she was holding onto him like mad, she had used the opportunity to turn around at the moment when he had wrenched the wand free from her robes and now she was holding his neck so as to prevent herself from being hauled across in the mud. Her hands had already gained some mire because of the contact they had made with his body and before he could push her back in the mud she used unexpected vehement force to send him tumbling across that direction. this time his bottom hit the ground and he positively looked murderous.
"You will pay more than in blood and gold for dashing me into the muck, Bitch!"
Before she could move he muttered an incantation and a big gloop of mud flew at her splattering her front robes and parts of her cheeks. He smirked at the sight of her but before he could say anything she turned around to leave. still sprawled on the ground in a sitting position he took
Hold of her cloak to prevent her from leaving and tugged it with such force that it tore loudly making her tumble ungracefully behind her back he gave another tug and she fell into the mud next to him on her back, splattering her robes and better part of cheeks and ears with mud, her cloak came apart as she fell.
Elegantly he got to his feet that is to say with as much elegance he could manage and he loomed over her.
"Well well well! At your right place you are- You muck born scum" he smirked with satisfaction.
"I being the gentleman that i am have gone easy on you again, otherwise the consequences for slapping and mucking up a malfoy are grievious. You should thank both my parents granger, they have raised me to be a gentleman of refinement around ladies and to practice good manners, though you qualify as a slattern rather than a lady you fall in the category of a pup-bitch. I could have done worse but i am chosing to let you off with just a bit of mud. It's no damage to you though. You were born in one, you romped in one and you are used to it. It's me that has got the worse of it. I who was" -
He stopped speaking when she rose with dignity and was making to pass but he grabbed her shoulders, "where to now, scum? I haven't finished speaking and you will go when i order you to go", he spoke in imperial tones.
She eyed him with disgust,
"My my dont you make a pretty picture my Mudblood, covered in grime that's your birth heritage", he laughed at his own joke. "Now apologise to me and i will let you go".
She was staring at him calculatingly, thinking of the worst choice of weapon to use to wound, the weapon of words that would wreck bigger damage and it came to her:
"I would willingly cut my own throat before I apologise to you. You had that slap coming to you. You asked for it. And I am not sorry for it at all. Also listen to this, I will slap you again when you deserve it and with great pleasure. Do and say whatever you can but you cannot break me in an afternoon of mud-romp, strangling and man-handling".
"As for what I could have done", she continued further-
"I would have clawed your face and that of your father and after that I would have taken great pleasure in putting 20 bullets inside of you. And I am dead serious, I swear to god I would have sieved down your intestines with lead, dashing your entrails apart. My dad has a fine gun that he practises on as a hobby - and one day i will wield it on you along with my want throwing all the hexes that I can cast, COWARD! . The last word uttered with deep contempt.
She attempted to leave for the fourth time but before she could budge half a centimetre she was thrown back again in mud and this time Malfoy threw himself on top of her and grabbed her throat again. He was speaking incoherently now, with insane passion and she was writhing below him doing her best to throw him off her but her attempts were futile. The full crazed rage of Malfoy was befalling on her. She tried to scream but Malfoy closed down on her mouth with his lips, he began kissing her furiously, full on the lips, biting and bruising, he continued to roughly kiss her, his body gyrating against hers. His kiss wasn't meant to cause any pleasure, not to her at least , he was making her whimper in pain and was himself taking a lot of pleasure in the sound of her painful moaning. She attempted to use her hands but his strength surpassed hers, he had her tightly pined down to the muddy ground and was taking her in mud like that, fresh splatters mud coated their bodies now except for their hair face and neck and even in this position she faintly wondered how was that, before arriving at the conclusion that it must be his handy spellwork. She was feeling dizzy and the kiss was ever so rough and bruising she was whimpering in waves. She made to push him past her by taking a handful of his hairs and pulling it hard, it did not have the desired effect he laughed hard instead and renewed his kissing and nibbling of her bee stung lower lip. He was conscious of her feminine parts pressed against him and was seized by an impulse to touch them with his mouth, lips and hands. He released her mouth and shifted a little angling his head towards her neck, she made use of the opportunity to speak.
"Malfoy please stop! Stopppp!
"No"! he answered back firmly, "i will put 20 bruises on your lips and neck". He said with relish and continued biting her.
"You are hurting me!" She said sounding almost teary.
He stiffened for a second but continued his ministrations on her neck with vigour but with less force and roughness than before. He was simply nibbling now, softly, his changed manner brought new sensations in her body, she actually felt her hair raising at the back and she began to feel squirmish in a i want to have more of you kinda way. This sent electric signals to his body and he went back to her lips, softly nibbling, the bruises he had left there were signing in the wake of soft, pleasure-inducing nibbles.
"Malfoy please, stop someone, anyone can become an uninvited witness to this".She managed to speak at length when he stopped for breath! He chucked against her ears.
"Clever as ever granger! Your cleverness multiplies the fun"
He got up dashingly and scooped her in his arms with ease, he carried her away to a remoter part of the greenhouse, covered from public eyes, he put her back on her feet and pushed her against the wall, he took out his wand to mutter three incantations which she instantly recognised; muffilato, scourgify and bedazzling hex.
'Now no one could disturb them for a long time', he smirked as he thought and reached for her lips, pressing her body with his, feeling her quavering in waves against him, her soft, good-sized breasts against him felt so good and he stole a hand to feel them, opening her blouse buttons and reaching inside her blouse. He pressed them softly. He was feeling a rush of blood to his loins, his mind was thinking erratically if it was thinking at all, he wanted to make more use of his hands and grope her breasts harder than ever but something stopped him from doing that. He thought to himself "I can't get brutish like that boor weasel and maul them without technique. That's the sort of thing that weasel and his family males would do. I bet his father didn't knew better and that's why he littered so many weasel brats and the reason for his mothers ungainly saggy form. He was pleased with his crafty restraint and although he hadn't learn to pleasure a woman at his mother's knees but he had some experiences; Pansy, two beauxbatons and the girl he had met at the American wizarding soiree before the start of the year in the states. He had tested different styles on them and had also read some of playwiz to know better.
He knew the best way to pleasure a female was not to paw her lady parts like a bear, but to work her up, slowly and firmly message those golden globes and increasing the tempo with her rise in excitement and when she would be wild enough to be screaming his name and asking for more than he will fondle and grope them a little harder and make her scream and holler with pleasure till she tore her own vocal cords. The very thought of the possibilities made his blood concentrate at his manhood and he had risen to the occasion, working on her breasts conscientiously.
She was moaning in earnest now, having dropped the idea to oppose and resist. Her body was shuddering against him now, speaking to him, silently entreating him to do things to her, inviting him to ravish her, enrapture her. She had unfastened his cloak ages back and her hand was traversing the length of his back. The other hand was placed firmly around his neck tugging on his hairs and she was using that hold to move against him. He was in bliss, paradise, heavenly bliss, a bold idea struck him and he soon brought one of his hands to her thighs, lifting up her skirt, and pulling aside her underwear in process, he used his fingers to feel her slit. She was wet and damp and his fingers had soaked with that sticky and misty release. He increased the pressure lightly and continued to touch her where she had never been touched before. He could tell it was the first time anyone had gone that far with her.
A little bit of Hermione's inhibitions surfaced back. Her mind suddenly became clear to what her body had been responding all along. She suddenly froze as if petrified and gasped as her cognitive thoughts came to the fore. Confused by her sudden inaction he touched the side of her face and angled it in his direction so that he could meet her stare.
"What's the matter Granger? Why did you stop suddenly? Have you sensed a snake?" He demanded of her! She looked at him with mistrust.
"Come on now", he urged her trying to get close to capture her lips with his but she recoiled from his advances and jerkily pushed him aside but not too hard. He was taken aback at this sudden spurn. A minute ago she was intertwining with his body ready to come apart at just one command of his and now on a sudden whimsical impulse she had jerked him away. She was panting now as if she had climbed a great steep hill and her hands were convoluting, something seemed to be radiating out her an energy of a different level and it was making her body shake even more. Draco knew she was not sobbing or weeping, whatever she was emanating was powerful. He spoke in a measure to calm her down,
"Granger if I have crossed a line or two than ignore it. I am better aware of your limits now, we will take it slow. Come now lets go back to"-
"Be quiet you sick son of a bitch- she said gritting her teeth."
"Now now granger why drag my queen-like aristocrat mother into it"
His smooth demeanour infuriated her further. She raised her hand and spoke clearly
"ACCIO WAND", her wand shot out from his inside pocket and flew towards her which she deftly caught. For a moment she looked she wanted to say something but than deciding against it she walked away, he stood there for two minutes, too dazed to follow her. Soon enough he decided to to catch up with her but she was quicker this time, racing to a short cut to the main castle he saw her casting a dillusionment charm on herself and exiting behind the doors.
He saw her go with hostility. He had known she would go all strait-laced and mimsy at some point but he had believed that he would wield the upper hand, manipulating her into surrender and after some drama she would willingly acquiesce. But here he stopped his trainthought for he knew he was entertaining foolish notions. Granger was far too intelligent and headstrong to be easily led. He sighed in great discontentment, it's going to be a long weekend he thought to himself as he made his way back to the castle.
Draco had heard about the wandless magic phenomenon and appreciated it's rareness but he begrudged the bad timing. Of all the situations and time where he could have been witness to the manifestation, it was happening now! Now he kicked his feet with resentment!