Hello hello! I am back! =)
Just a few recs before you read the story.
-the dress hermione wears at the party it´s from the store LUCY IN THE SKY (cowl neck velvet dress in wine). You can google it if you wanna see what I had in mind..
-I highly recommend All eyes on me by Bo Burnham as soundtrack for this chapter. (speech removed, slowed + reverb and on repeat)
-and I use some phrases from the marvellous POV: you go to a Slytherin party. One of the most realistic 8d experiences I have tried on Youtube.
Hogsmeade was haunted.
The phrase came up again in her mind.
After leaving Harry and Ron with the stupid but absolutely credible excuse of getting a new book, Hermione managed to abandon The Three Broomsticks without facing Malfoy after their little incident at the alley.
She barely recognized herself. How come she ended up fucking his hand in the middle of an alley and making such a nasty remark afterwards? Every time he was around she was a completely different person. Someone that kept pushing to be on the surface, to be in charge. And to make matters worse, she liked it. She liked her fearless, naughty and edgy self. All right, the new Hermione might be a little bit reckless. And volatile. And impulsive. But she was also passionate. And wild. And free.
The girl shook her head as snow crunched under her feet. She was on her way back to the castle when a sudden hit stopped her. Someone had thrown a snowball at her. She turned her head right, brushing the remains of the projectile from her coat when another one struck her. -"What the…"- she began, ready to take out her wand and curse the childish idiot that kept throwing compacted ice at her. But there were two idiots instead of one. –"Daphne? Pansy?"- she inquired raising a brow at the two girls laughing at her.- "Is this the sort of behavior expected from two pureblooded ladies?"- Hermione asked dodging another one and casting a spell that melt the snow around the girls.
-"We wouldn´t know what is expected from a lady."- Daphne said shrugging her shoulders.
-"Not a single clue."- Parkison agreed brushing some imaginary dust from her impeccable camel trench coat.-"Come on, Granger. At least, we got a little smile from you."
-"Yeah. You´ve been such a sourpuss lately!- Daphne said patting down Hermione´s arm.
-"Do you want us to kill him?"- Pansy asked with a glimmer on her eyes.
-"We could totally do it."- the blonde said.-"We could make it look like an accident…."- a devious smile hung from her face.- "Or perhaps you´d like something that everyone will remember…"
-"Girls"- Hermione interrupted them, slightly amused.- "You are not gonna kill him. It´s not okay. It´s not worth it…"- she added rolling her eyes from one to the other.-"Althought I might do it if he keeps fucking around…"
-"Ohhh...you saw them…"- Daphne said pursing her lips. -"At the Three Broomsticks, front row tickets."- sarcasm tinged her voice, a painful smirk curved her lips up.
-"Granger, please. You are so much prettier. Look at that rack!"- she pointed out Hermione´s breasts with both of her hands.-"it looks like you´ve used an spell on them."- Pansy stop at the end of her words.- "You haven´t actually used…"
-"Pansy, I´ve already told you there isn´t a spell for that…"- Hermione said pinching the bridge of her nose.
-"I am not buying it"- the Sly wrinkled in disbelief.- "Perhaps we should visit the Restricted Section one more time…"
-"Are you okay?"- Daphne´s voice rose as a wave of tenderness, embracing Hermione with the sweet feeling of being cared. Pansy stopped her blabbering at once, looking at her friend highly concerned. She frowned her eyebrows in an attempt of reading between lies.
-"I am…"- the Gryffindor started. She was exhausted. She lack the will and the strength to keep pretending.-"I m not okay. I miss him so fucking much…"-her voice faltered to his memory.- "and he goes and kisses that whore right in front of me. – anger erupted from her aching heart.- "As a way of punishing me for what? For fucking loving him the way I do?"
-"Oh dear…"-Daphne whispered, holding her between her arms.-"What had you gotten yourself into?"- she asked touching her hair to soothe her.
-"He is fucking killing me"- Hermione said under her breath.-"One day he is all over me and I actually think there is a way, that somehow we can make it…"- Daphne and Pansy exchanged the saddest of looks.- "and the following day he is leaving me, telling me how I am just another ordinary…"- pain choked her up before she could say any other word. –"I hate him. I hate him so so much…."
Hate is just another emotion. As disruptive as anger. As overwhelming as sadness. As everlasting as love. Hate is just another way of feeling. And that was Hermione´s problem. She was incapable of getting him back. To the point in which he was Malfoy instead of Draco. An enemy instead of a lover. A regular boy instead of the man of her nightmares and dreams.
Getting him back.
As if it was fucking possible. As if anyone could ever return from loving and hating Draco Malfoy.
-"Sweety…"- Pansy exclaimed with a caress to her face.- "I know what you need."- Hermione looked up confused.- "Retail therapy!."
-"Pans…seriously?-"Daphne asked pointing at Hermione with her blue eyes.
- "You think she is in the mood for bloody shopping?"
-"There is no such thing. As if you needed to be in the mood for that…"- she clicked her tongue.-"Show the motherfucker what he is missing. Give him fucking hell."
-"Show him?-"- Hermione repeated, raising her head from Daphne´s shoulder.
-"Yep. Tomorrow night, at the Sytherin Party."
-"I am a Gryffindor remember?"- she said folding her arms.
-"As if that had stopped you before, darling.-"Pansy said with a sassy smile, looking at both of them. –"Anyhow, this is an open party."
-"An open party? Since when you snakes allow commoners to roam in your Common Room.-" Hermione asked in disbelief.
-"Since you´ve been sneaking around every single night…"
-"Pansy!-"Daphne scolded.-"It´s too soon for this kind of comments."- she added promptly.-"Besides, you know how hideous her Common Room is."
-"Eww… been there once and was more than enough. Shitty music, cheap booze. "
-"Girls, please. I am not going…"- Hermione started softly.
-"Of course you are."- Pansy interrupted her.- "First, it´s a once in a lifetime…"
-"We make it once in a while…"- Daphne corrected.
-"Well, but not as often as we should."
-"I agree."- the blonde said. – "You could use some fun, Hermione."
-"And some revenge."
-"Revenge?"- the girl repeated. – "Hold on a second. Then what we did…"- her eyes rolled all the way to Daphne, who was looking back at her in the cutest smile.
-"Completely unnecessary."- The sly finished with a grimace.- "But didn´t we have fun?"
Hermione huffed. She had drunk polyjuice potion to attend to that party when she could have gone as herself. For how long this open party thing has been going on? And how come she did not know a thing about it?
-"We did not tell you before because we didn´t know that you turned out to be such a sweetheart.-"Pansy said.- "we were going for smartass snitch back then".
-"Are you all Slys legilimens?"- Hermione asked rolling her eyes.
-"No, dear. Just Draco."- the girl flinched to the sound of his name.- "But all Gryffindors are easy to read. Your faces show too much. Your pride is not doing you lot a favor…"
-"Nonetheless"- Daphne interrupted.-"Pansy might be right. You could certainly use some time with your besties and a party it´s always a good idea."
-"Absolutely."- Parkinson backed up.- "Give him what he deserves."
-"How do you know he´ll show up?"- Granger asked resigned.
-"He doesn´t have a choice. Slytherin Prince and all"- Daphne answered putting one hand on her hip.- "Besides, he won´t allow himself losing any kind of control…"
-"And what a prince…"- Pansy exclaimed in a dreamy tone.-"Believe every rumor girls…"
-"Pansy!- Daphne scolded.
-"How is this helping me?"- Hermione asked shaking her head absolutely disgusted.
-"Oh Granger, please. Ancient history, I was just stating a fact."- Parkinson said taking a look at her beautifully polished nails.- "a big, huge fact…"- Daphne face palmed herself
. -"Parkison…"- the Gryffindor called out.
-"See? Don´t you feel better already? Anger beats sadness every time.-"Pansy winked at her.-"Don´t worry, dear. It´s you. It´s always been you."- the girl said as her eyes sparkled mysteriously.-"And my future husband and I are so happy, you know."
-"Future husband?"- Daphne raised a brow. –"Theo Nott?"
-"Dah. Who else?"
-"Come on, Pans…"
-"I mean it! You can bet on it!"
-"Maybe I´ll do…"
-"Be my guest". – Parkinson said sticking out her tongue.
-"Shall we go now?"
-"Please."- Daphne answered.-"Let´s go Hermione. Pansy will behave."
-"I really appreciate what you are doing but…"- she babbled.
-"Nope. We are not Weasley and Potter, love."-Daphne said quickly.-"A stupid excuse won´t do. You are not in need for a stupid book."- she finished clicking her tongue .
-"What you need is a dress to kill him. "- Pansy added staring at her.- "Literally and figuratively."
-"Where are we going?- the Gryffindor asked in a coy smile, as Daphne took her arm.
-"Best place to do some anonymous shopping."- Pansy answered with a smirk.-"Muggle London."
Her high-heels made a clicking sound she found annoying and completely disturbing to anyone who was doing something more productive than going to a stupid party. Hermione huffed as the sound echoed in the long stone corridors.
There was still time to turn around and not make a fool of herself.
Tempting.
But no.
She had promised Daphne and Pansy that she would attend. That she would have fun. And in spite of how much she had changed, her loyalty and her promises remained untouched.
So there she was. "Dressed to kill" as Pansy had put it, in a cowl neck velvet dress which made her feel like a house-elf due to the amount of fabric it possessed. She pulled it down to her mid thighs and tightened the back ties that went across her spine. Her fingers grazed the warmth of her skin before running freely through her straightened hair. A silky texture went all the way from her scalp to the end of a long ponytail.
She looked ravishing. And she knew it.
But for all the wrong reasons. And she knew it as well.
-"Password?"
-"Pureblooded"- Hermione muttered. Did this people ever change it?
A party atmosphere welcomed her alongside the tangy smell of alcohol and chemicals.
Oh my my.
This was nothing as she had previously experience when she crashed as Astoria Greengrass.
Hell no.
This was every definition of "open party" all wrapped into one. The dresses were shorter, the music was louder. People were engaging in all sort of mischievous behaviors with alcohol and drugs as their main leaders.
Hermione could not believe her eyes. Who were these people?
Like herself, everyone looked as alternative versions of themselves. Her eyes roamed across the room, trying to identify a familiar face. She thought she had done it with a group of people sitting on a chesterfield sofa. Yep. She actually knew the lot. Ravenclaws. She might have teamed up with one of the girls at Arithmancy. Though she did not recall the girl being that pretty neither having such voluptuous assets nor… Wait a minute… Was she snorting cocaine straight from the table?
What the fuck? Hermione opened her eyes wide in disbelief. Guess Daphne was right then, Hermione thought trying to look away but not fast enough as someone called her out.
-"Hey you. Want some?"- a guy in glasses asked.
Hermione looked at him, then at the white powder on the table. She had never done drugs. The voice of her parents echoed in her mind, a thousand stories of people ending in ditches as a consequence of their bad decision making, her own convictions pulling her from the knot in her stomach…
-"Best you´ll find in the Wizarding World."- the boy added, patting down one of his mates.-"This lad brought it himself all the way from muggle London." The other guy smiled.
"The sorting hat cannot be right every time", Hermione thought at the devious behavior around her continued.
-"Muggle but with a magical little twist."- the "provider" said curving his lips up.-"Best of both worlds like me."
-"That tongue of yours should have put you in Slytherin."- the girl Hermione knew exclaimed, raising her head from the table. A sniffing sound came from her nose as she brushed it with her hand.
-"Wanna know where this tongue of mine can put me, darling?"- the boy resorted getting closer to her.
-"William, please."- Emma, that was her name, said pushing him with one of her hands.- "We are both aware of how your game need to improve before you get back there."- she finished shaking her head disapprovingly.-"Ignore them, babe."- Emma said smiling to Hermione.- "Their shitty words might not be very Ravenclaw, but I assure you this is."- her right hand pointed the white powder on the table.
Hermione bit her lip, buying herself some time to delay the decision making. But it was a little bit too late for that. The other Hermione had already made her mind. So she was taken aback when she felt her bare knees grazing the cold floor of the dungeons, as if she wasn´t actually there. As if she was a viewer to her own life.
The fear of the unknown blended with the overgrowing anxiety inside her chest, but that did not stop her. Quite the opposite. Her senses were awakened by fear. Her anxiety had become nothing but excitement.
She took the white straw with her thumb and index finger, placing it at the entrance of her right nostril, while she pushed the other one down.
And then she did it.
She inhaled.
Fast.
Deeply.
A powdery stream flowing through her nose. Going all the way up, from the table, through the straw and disappearing somewhere before reaching her eyes. She bounced her head back.
The intense happiness. The self-confidence. The euphoria.
Bullshit.
They have all been lies.
She did not feel any of those. She was still herself.
The same self that could trick anyone to believe she was beautiful, when her reflection said otherwise.
The same self that was freaking sad.
The same self that fucking missed him.
What a disappointment.
She got up, with heavy eyes and a heavy heart, trying to push the disenchantment away as she nodded to greet Emma, William and the other guys whose names she did not recall.
In tottering steps, she found her way to the center of the common room, now transformed into a dance floor.
And then, under the disco lights, it struck her.
The heavy burden that her shoulders seemed to have been carrying. Her sore neck, the draining feeling of stress romping in her head. Every contracted muscle. Every clouded thought. Every blur and mess and chaos reigning in her mind...
All vanished.
Gone.
Extinguished under a warmth current gushing through her veins, spreading to the last inch of her skin, filling her with a sense of calmness and clarity she had never experienced before.
-"Granger!"- someone called out.-"Look at you! Stunning and having fun. If it wasn´t for that hideous Gryffindor shade, you could easily be mistaken for a Slytherin."- Pansy Parkinson said, as she kissed Hermione on the cheek. She was wearing a ruched dress in black that highlighted her pale skin and doll features.- "Doesn´t she look pretty?"- Pansy asked looking sideways at her friends.
Daphne smiled back at the Sly, and then she almost laughed at the faces Theo and Blaise were making.
-"That´s a rhetorical question, guys. You´d better keep your mouths shut."- she warned, running her fingers across Blaise´s shirt. -"Wasn´t gonna answer it, dear."- Zabini muttered, pulling Daphne against his body.
-"I know better than that. What about you, mate?"
-"Always a sissy."- Theo said shaking his head.-"You look quite endearing, Granger."- Nott dared to answer as Pansy´s eyes and hands, took hold of him.- "My girlfriend might have forced you to one of those high-fashion muggle stores she so profoundly adore…"- his pearly teeth showed as he continued speaking.-"but it´s absolutely paying you off."
-"Theo"- Pansy scolded, looking visibly annoyed. -"Enough."
-"I warned you."- Daphne said amused, before rapidly changing the topic. -"Let´s find something to drink. Shall we? I am absolutely dehydrated…" -
"I bet you are."-Blaise remarked in a hoarse and naughty tone.
-"Look who is talking..."- the blonde resorted.-"I cannot understand how you managed to…"
-"Lalalalalala"- Pansy interrupted while her hands covered her ears.-"I don´t want to her any other word about it. I have nightmares from the last time I heard one of your sexual behaviors…"
-"Oh please…"- Blaise said rolling his eyes.-"For a prude, you are far too loud. We have all listened to you, Parkison."- the boy finished in a smirk.-"Well, talking about screamers…"- he added as his eyes fell on the figure of Hermione.
The Gryffindor girl was not aware of the awkward silence and multiple gazes Blaise´s comment had caused. She even didn´t noticed the way Daphne´s eyes opened wide in a silent reprimand to a boyfriend who has just said too much. Nope. She just blushed to the thought of it and parted her lips for a comeback.
-"We could have shown you how it´s done, Blaise. But that ship it´s long gone.-" she resorted in a sweetened tone that mismatched her cheeky and bold attitude.-"Don´t worry. You won´t have to listen to me anymore. Not at your room, not at the Common Room, or the library, or the seventh floor, or…"
-"Bloody hell Granger."- Theo cursed as he laughed.-"How come we did not invite you to one of our parties before?"
-"Dah…We thought she was gonna tell on us."- Pansy answered stepping in to give Hermione a hug.-"And we didn´t know how cool and ballsy our little friend was."
-"Wait a minute."-Daphne said pulling Pansy away.-"I saw her first…"
-"Oh Blaise, this is actually happening. Come, fast, cast some mud and bring some chairs…"- Nott commanded eagerly.
-"Showing you the internet was such a massive mistake…"- Hermione said trying to sound serious but failing in the attempt.
Joy filled her up.
Yes, it was possible.
Maybe, after all, there was a way out of him.
-"Here comes trouble…"- Pansy whispered under her breath.
-"Huh?"- Hermione muttered turning her head over her left shoulder.
Bloody hell.
There fucking wasn´t.
Draco Malfoy appeared in all his magnificence. He was wearing an impeccable tailored suit that every time he moved it creased in all the right places.
You fucking got this. Don´t look at him. Don´t look at him. Don´t…
How? How could someone be capable of not looking to a moving piece of art? To a masterpiece? To such a breathtaking man…
So Hermione did. She looked.
And he looked back.
Her heart raced to the storm in his eyes, every heartbeat pounded her chest and threatened the air in her lungs, but she fought the urge of running.
Both ways.
To him.
And away from him.
She remained a portrait of self-confidence and grace, before turning around. As if he was nobody. As if he was just another ordinary boy at a party.
They are a funny thing. Drugs. So many misconceptions going on around them. For instance, people may think you´ll lose yourself, that you´ll be out of control. Funny, indeed. Because Hermione had never been more in control, more focused. Her mind was clear, sharp. Ideas came and went as cars on a highway. Smooth. Fast. Precise. So it was no surprise that she enjoyed herself at the party, in spite of Draco´s kisses on Tracey´s neck and his eyes following each of her moves.
Sick sick perv.
Each one of his attempts of triggering jealousy, madness, whatever he was aiming for, were futile. No. She could select her thoughts like clothes in the morning, so fuck him.
Hermione moved her dress to the rhythm of the song. Every beat guided her steps, vibrations of sound expanding through her limbs. Daphne and Pansy joined her in a sensual and appealing choreography that stirred the air, making their senses awaken, their minds roared to the amount of released endorphins. Hermione exhaled, curving her lips up.
This felt good.
This was good.
This… was a fucking mess.
As a wave, as a freaking tsunami, the tune of the following song hit her. And there was nothing she could do to stop the memories from gushing. She was incapable of deflecting the course her mind had chosen, savagely attacking every other thought, wreaking havoc in her new sense of clarity.
She closed her eyes, trying to breathe amidst the storm, swaying her hips to every note. The melody thumped in her ears, words burst from her red lips…
Are you feeling nervous?
Are you having fun?
It's almost over It's just begun
Don't overthink this
Look in my eye
Don't be scared, don't be shy
Come on in,
the water's fine
A vigorous hand took hold of her hip, pressing a set of long and cold fingers down. They sank in the lush fabric, feeling her hipbones underneath. And that was enough to be under his spell, to follow his lead.
She engaged in an undulating dance, drawn in the intoxicating smell of his perfume. Encouraged by his eyes. Emboldened by his body against hers.
"You say the ocean's rising like I give a shit"- Draco sang softly, brushing her lips.
The song, the smoke, the blinding lights had made the lines of reality blurry enough to display such behavior.
"You say the whole world's ending" Hermione replied not moving an inch, breathing the same air.
"honey, it already did", the blonde resorted making her sway, snaking his hands across her body as the music continued. "You're not gonna slow it, Heaven knows you tried Got it? Good, now get inside" – Draco continued, still unaware of the little show they were putting. Of the curious set of eyes watching their chemistry unfold.
The song ended, but the spell was not broken. Draco took Hermione by her wrist.
And she just followed.
-"What are you doing here, Granger?"- Draco asked once they entered his room. Wild locks of blonde hair fell across his forehead; a shimmery glow product of the steamy atmosphere of the common room highlighted his features.
-"I might be getting a dejavú…"- the girl exclaimed playfully before answering.-"Pansy and Daphne invited me."
-"I figured."- he huffed.-"Did you play dolls, too?"- Malfoy asked raising a brow, rolling her eyes up and down her body.-"A Slytherin dress in Gryffindor colours…"- he muttered, as his gaze met hers.-"only you could pull this off."
-"Isn´t it pretty?"- she asked biting her lip, and then to make a point she turned around slowly. Her palms on her thighs, her back exposed. She looked at him over her shoulder, arching her back a bit in the process. And she smiled, in and out as his adam´s apple bobbed.-"What do you think?"
He swallowed hard before clearing his throat.
-"What did you do to your hair?"-Malfoy asked not giving in.
-"I changed it."- she exclaimed running her fingers through her straight her, pulling the ponytail down.-"Don´t you like it?"
Fucking Granger. She knew exactly what she was doing.
-"As a matter of fact…"-Draco said in a hoarse voice.-"I don´t."
-"You don´t?"- Hermione resorted raising a brow.
-"No."- he whispered, leaning on the threshold.
The Gryffindor girl just rolled her eyes at him. When you are wearing your confidence as a weapon, you are fucking bulletproof.
-"So, you don´t like it. But what about…"- she started raising her hand to his face.-"your eyes."- her fingertips contoured the thin skin around the boiling mercury.-"you haven´t been able to take them off me…"- she whispered getting lost in his feral gaze.- "or your hands…"- she held both, placing them in the borders of her dress.-"I guess they really really like it. I´ve lost count of how many times they have slipped on it.."-Hermione bit her lip before her next move.-"and him…."- she ghosted his belt, getting lost beneath.-"I bet he just loves it…"- her tongue moistened her lips.-"Unfortunately, you don´t like it. So I am afraid I am out of here…"- she took the first step but she never got to open the door, as the Slytherin pushed her against it, shoving his body to hers.
-"I hate it"- he muttered in her ear from behind. A deep breath emerged from his lungs, having her so close, was fucking killing him.
-"No doubt."- Hermione said heavily, not being able to distinguish what was causing her to gasp. Was it the hardness of the door against her ribcage or his….-"I can feel how badly you hate it."- she said rolling her hips and pushing her ass back. Oh dear merlin. She whimpered to the friction. How glorious. –"Fuck me."- the girl ordered, allowing desire to take over. -"Fuck-me."- she repeated, grazing the rim of her dress and hiking it up slowly. Her lace underwear got exposed alongside her perky and rounded ass. Once again, she moved. Feeling him rock hard even through the fabric of his suit.
-"Granger…"- Malfoy babbled. He beheld the valley of her back and got lost in the texture of her skin. His desire was clouding his mind, undertaking his hands which now roamed wild across her figure. Hermione sighed deeply, feeling how her body reacted to his feather light touch, writhing the second his fingers grasped her flesh tighter.
-"Please…"- she begged, teasing him by tracing her underwear in a caress, pushing back over again.
-"Bloody hell…"- the blonde cursed through gritted teeth. He took hold of her hips, shoving her against his massive erection, closing his eyes to the thought of removing all that was in between. A loud spank was then heard, before he stepped back as if he had been burnt, or hexed, or electrocuted. Or all of the above. T
he sight of her sensitive skin reddened by his previous move. Oh man…he needed to say something, anything that´d make her go away...
-"I can´t."- was all he could manage, fixing his hair just to keep his hands busy. –"I…am with Tracey."
Hermione flinched. Out of the surprise, the disappointment of him choosing nonsense over lust, stubbornness over pleasure. But she did not get mad. Nor sad or crazy. No. Thanks drugs to that.
Once again, she was in control.
-"No, you are not."- the Gryffindor girl said facing him. Not a hint of doubt in her voice.
-"What do you mean that I am not? Haven´t you seen me?"- Draco asked enraged.
-"Of course I have. All the bloody school has seen you people."- she answered folding her arms.-" But you know what else have I seen?"- Malfoy rose a brow.-"That your eyes are always on me."- she twisted her lips into a smirk.-"What is it Draco?"- every letter of his name rolled out of her tongue.- "You can´t get it off without me?"
He snapped. In a single move he yanked her, plunging her small body against the door and wrapping his fingers against her throat.
-"Shut the fuck up, Granger."- he hissed.-"I am doing you a favour for Merlin´s sake…"
Hermione smiled, amused. Riling him up was too much fun. And though his last words spin her head, she dismissed them quickly. They were confusing. High Hermione did not like confusing.
-"What?"- she gasped.-"You can fool everybody. But not me, darling."- his hand squeezed harder.-"You are…as much mine…as I am…yours."- she said with difficulty.- "Deal with it."
-"You filthy little mudblood."- he spat, sinking her thumb deeper.-"This doesn´t go both ways. Your obsession…"
-"Obse…sssion?"- a wicked smile on her face.-"Please, you are the one who is following me…"-he choked up the rest of her sentence. He did not want to listen. Why couldn´t she just go? Why did she always have to put up a fight?
-"I´ve already told you I am with Tracey. You deal with it."- he said angrily.-"I am gonna fuck her there…"- he pointed his four poster bed.-"Come and see the show. See how I am more than capable to get…"
Boom.
The bed. The four posters. Even the sheets.
Exploded. Leaving a chaos of shattered wood and torn green linens.
Hermione stared at him in a coy smile.
-"Oopsie."- she whispered, brushing the splinters off his shoulder.
-"Granger…"- Draco huffed, releasing his grip and rubbing his eyes with both of his palms.-"What is wrong with you? You just…"
-"What is wrong with me you say?"- she asked frowning.
No no no.
Another wave was rising from the tide of her emotions, dragging every little feeling at its pace, curling in a monstrous devastating current.
-"You are."- Hermione answered plainly, before the tidal wave struck her.-"You are everything that´s wrong about me. You fucking intoxicated me. And you know what´s the worst part of it? I keep coming back for more, humiliating myself for bits of an unrequited love, for a fraction of a feeling, a second of your time. I can´t think. I can´t eat, I can´t even breathe without you in my mind, without my body aching for yours. And I hate you so so much. I was free…I…"
-"That´s a new one." -Malfoy interrupted, turning his hands into fists.-"Blaming me for whatever this is. Guess what, Granger. We might have something in common after all, because you are everything that´s wrong about me, too. Eveything I am supposed to be against. But no, let´s make Malfoy´s life even harder, let´s keep him tied to something that we both know it´s not gonna end well, that we both know has no fucking future…"- he finished bitterly. His chest was moving heavily, his breathing agitated, his words all over the place.
Hermione swallowed the gulp in her throat, feeling the torment of anguish in her stomach. She looked at him, a mix of anger and disappointment. And then, out of the blue, she began to move things in the room. Books, clothes, trunks. An unceasing whipsaw of furniture and linens.
-"Stop it."- Draco commanded, intervening with a spell a moving trunk and smashing it against a wall.-"Are you out of your mind?"
-"I am looking for something."- she answered crashing the bedside table with a snap of her fingers.
-"No, you are not. You are trashing my bloody room…"-and then he figured. He stumbled upon his words, noticing how his heart skipped a beat to the thought of being discovered, exposed to the cruel truth.-"Get the fuck out, Granger…"- he ordered pointing his wand at her.
-"Where is it?"- she wondered loudly, dismissing his threats. She walked a few strides looking around when an idea hit her.-"Accio wand!"- she casted. Draco´s wand flew directly to her hand. She flicked it twice, before sliding it through her palm to create a cut. A few drops of blood dripped on the floor.
-"Dark magic?"- Draco asked shaking his head in disbelief.
-"Learn from the best."- Hermione answered sarcastically.
-"I did not teach you that, Granger."
-"A book of yours did."- she said in a smirk.-"So potato, potato."
Draco was going to say something, when a little box romped through the ruins of what remained of his beloved Slytherin room. Hermione smiled satisfied, and took it with great care.
-"Open it."-she requested throwing the box at him.
-"You know I won´t."- he answered bluntly. He examined the box and sighed defeated. Smart. Powerful. Fucking unstoppable. Ironic. That he hated the same things he loved about her.
-"Okay."- she muttered, once again tearing her skin with the tip of the wand.-"How much more would you like me to bleed?"- the Gryffindor asked, moving the wand down painfully.
-"Hermione…"- Draco said in distress.-"Stop. Now."- he towered her, grabbing her wrist.
-"No."- she hissed, defying him as blood streamed down her arm, traces of red all over her velvet skin.
-"Fuck…"-he cursed as she kept going. The blood dripping, her pain… it was unbearable.-"Fine…"- Draco muttered disgusted with himself. He tapped two fingers on the little box, opening it. She got him.
-"Wonderful."- the girl said, grazing the objet it had caused so much damaged: a delicate pink bow. Yep. He had kept it after all this time. Her bow. The first thing she had ever given him. A reminder of how much she cared, of how she´ll always be for him. She took it between two fingers, ready to swing it in his face when a piece of paper fell from the box onto the floor.
Draco tried to reach it, but Hermione was faster.
A photograph. The photograph. The one that he had chosen for "their place" at the requirement room.
-"Draco…"- she said softly, moved by her findings.
-"Nothing."- the blonde said in a grunt.-"Congratulations Granger. You proved your point. But that doesn´t change a thing. So get the fuck out…"
-"No."- she said shaking her head, taking a step forward.
-"What did you say?"- he asked, his knuckles getting white as her nails pierced his palms.
-"No"- she repeated.-"I don´t want to."
-"I don´t care what…"- his nostrils flared, his jaw clenched. The nerve of this witch.
-"You don´t want to."- Hermione continued, muttering a spell to fix her tore hands and another one to undo the ties of her back. She did not remove it, though. No. Taken the time, he would be the one to do it. Draco felt his mouth dry, his heartbeats intensified. He was getting sick of her games. He craved her body. He needed to…
-"Let´s do something."- Hermione suggested.-"Show me this isn´t what you want and I´ll go."- her head tilted to the side as she bit her lip.-"And you´d better stop occluding. If that´s the only way to get through me, I´ve already won honey."
Malfoy exhaled completely outraged. Fucking bitch. Fucking know it all. His eyes got clearer as his walls were removed and he folded his arms, waiting for her next move. He was so full of himself, so unprepared…
Hermione stared at him defiantly as her hands began to descend through her thighs. She got both of them under her dress, pulling her snickers all the way down. The lacy fabric roamed from her core to the sensitive skin of her ankles, before she removed them completely. A light breeze electrified her skin, as soon as she stood up to put them inside Draco´s hand.
The Sly was startled. He swallowed hard as his fingers curled involuntary, holding the sheer black panties as some sort of gift.
-"You said that you´d take care of me…"- the girl whispered under her breath, undoing his belt, pushing down his suit, away from his massive erection. –"Would you, sir?"- his cock twitched after the word and something inside her throbbed relentlessly.-"I feel so empty…"
-"Damn it Granger"- Draco cursed losing it completely.-"On your knees, now."- he commanded visibly frustrated. A drop of sweat rolled down his forehead. As if he had been running a fucking marathon, as if he had been doing an arduous effort.
Oh yes. One move. And she has already everything she wanted.
Draco Malfoy at her mercy.
And the joyful feeling that comes from being right.
She kneeled in front of him, inches from his glorious cock and lifted her head. Waiting for instructions. Driving him crazy.
-"I want you to show me how much you´d missed me, how much you missed my cock inside that pretty mouth of yours…"- the Sly said pulling her hair, shoving his shaft inside her.
Hermione could not contain her relish. Oh dear lord…she had missed it terribly. The delicate texture of his skin, the variations her movements triggered, his hardness growing between her lips and the sounds he made every time her tongue swirled from the base to the tip…
-"That´s it pet….try taking in a little bit more…"-he muttered pushing his hips forward. Hermione went further, overwhelmed, soaking wet by what she had unleashed in him.- "Good girl…"- he praised, sliding his thumb across her cheek bone.-"You are so good at it…Fuck…"- Draco cursed as his head fell back.-"You are gonna make me come if you keep…"- a contained moaned emerged from his thin lips.- "Oh you want me to come, love. Not yet…"- he said reaching her ponytail and yanking her from it. Hermione stood up, visibly aroused. Fighting to get on the floor again….-"Eager to go back?"- Draco asked in a smirk.-"Just a little bit."- he said pulling her down and allowing a few more moments between her skillful tongue and his cock.-"Yes, yes, just like that. You look so pretty with your lips around my cock… so beautiful… you like it, don´t you?"
-"I…fucking…love….it"- Hermione said stopping her tongue at each word.
-"Come"- Draco said lifting her up.-"Let me see."- he snaked his hand under her dress, feeling his slick running down her thighs.- "Bloody hell…look at you…so wet…"- he aligned his cock with her entrance, placing the tip in between her folds.-"so ready for me…"- he pushed it in a little bit, just an inch, enough to drive her mad, enough to have her screaming for more.-"so perfect…" -"Please Draco, please…"- Hermione begged shamefully. She was overflowing in desire, consumed in the chemical reaction of his skin against hers.
-"I need you…"- she rocked her hips, circling around the tip, her walls clenching to every sensation. Fuck she was dripping…
-"Turn around."- he ordered brushing her lips.
-"What?"- Hermione asked with heavy eyes.
-"You heard me. Turn around."- he repeated, removing his shaft from her.
Hermione did as she was told, she turned on her heels.
-"Do as you did earlier."- Draco muttered, trying his best to breathe properly.-"Your sick and twisted tease."
The Gryffindor girl could not repress a smile. She hiked up her dress, arching her back a little, bending for his pleasure, exposing herself for his desire. She contoured her figure with her hands, imagining how his fingertips would feel on her skin and turned her head over her shoulder to encounter the most passionate portrait of a man.
Draco threw another spank against her ass before shoving his cock inside her all the way in. She gasped, as the pressure filled her up. He thrusted her hard, fast. The friction sending shivers to her spine, becoming everything she could feel.
-"Oh god… yes….it feels so good….you feel so good…"- she moaned absolutely out of her mind.
-"I missed your tight cunt so much…"- he whispered in her ear.-"Been waiting to get you like this since I saw your bloody dress…" Hermione released the most scandalous of moans, feeling the agony that comes before the orgasm. That moment in which desires is reaching a pinnacle, overflowing from your core, spreading to every inch of your body. She felt the immediate need of a release, of screaming his name to the void…
-"Oh Draco…"- words emerged from her swollen lips.- "Don´t stop…please….don´t…."- she begged.
But as it was usual in him, Draco fucking Malfoy did otherwise. He stopped in the summit of her pleasure, in the zenith of her fervour.
Silly silly Hermione, thinking she could get her way. Thinking he would listen to her plea.
He pushed her against the door, this time facing her. His gaze fell on her blushed cheeks, on the beauty of her face, on those brown eyes. The intensity of her look made him burnt, like she was a blazing sun…
-"What are you doing?"- she asked in despair, squirming her body, trying to get closer to him. But Draco did not answer, he just grabbed her face firmly, lifting her chin to get a better view of her eyes.
-"Who do you belong to?"- the Slytherin inquired.
-"Draco..I…"- Hermione babbled confused. She might be high. Aroused. Fucking insane. But…
-"Who?"- he insisted, tightening his grip, sinking his fingers in her jawline. Hermione obliged. "But?" As if there were any. She sighed, in complete abandonment and resignation, a white flag to her war against him.
-"I am yours Draco."- she whispered caving in.-"I am all yours…"
She gasped loudly, as he thrusted unexpectedly, tangling her legs around his hips, pressing his forehead against hers.
-"Never forget that love."- he said panting.-"Never."
Two more thrusts, that was all it took for them to surrender to the savage embraced of their orgasms. Hermione felt his warm cum inside her, dripping to her folds, running down her thighs…and she pulled him even closer, kissing his lips, feeling that this was the exact place where they both belonged. And by the way Draco was kissing her, she knew that he absolutely agreed with her.
-"You are so so beautiful, love…"- he whispered on her lips, allowing a caress to fall at the edge of her face. He had missed her terribly, but he could not allow that too.
A sudden knock on the door, dragged them back to reality.
Hermione opened her eyes wide, recovering a long gone consciousness and muttering a scourify at the same time she tried to fix her clothes. Draco put on a pair of trousers, before opening the door absolutely enraged.
-"Well, well, well…"- a cheerful voice said.-"What happened to the "no more screams" policy?- he inquired getting inside the room and raising a brow to Hermione.
-"I am sorry?"- the brunette babbled, visibly ashamed. Oh god, oh god, oh god, what is he doing here?
-"Granger.-" Draco called out, making the girl rose her eyes from the floor.-"Don´t."- he covered her with his jacket. -"Zabini here is the one who should be apologizing…"
-"No, I am not."- he exclaimed firmly.-"I knocked."
Draco huffed.
-"What are you doing here?"- the blonde asked with gritted teeth.
-"What you´ve just did, mate."- he answered boldly.-"Though probably not in the same vanilla style you two…"
-"Blaise?"- Daphne´s voice resounded from the threshold.-"Draco?"- she said once she saw the boy standing.-"Hermione? Oh SWEET MERLIN!"- she squealed covering her mouth with her hands.-"This is so good…"- she said in a broad smile before Hermione´s face made her change her mind.-"No..I mean it´s bad…really really bad…"
-"Theo, darling, I´ve told you Daphne and Blaise were on their way…."- Parkinson´s voice this time. Hermione felt his cheeks burnt to all shades of red. Who else would get in the room?.
-"That´s not fair. They used it before the party started…"- Of course, Theo Nott.
-"GRANGER!"-Pansy shouted.-"I´ve told you the dress was gonna work, dear."- That´s it. Who was the idiot who made apparition impossible at Hogwarts? –"Draco, you are not decent. Why don´t you put on some clothes? A shirt, for instance. There´s nothing we haven´t seen but still. Show some manners."- Pansy commanded flicking her cigarette to each of her words.
-"Unless, little Drake here, wants to go full Leeds mode…"- Theo said in a naughty smile, as Draco put on his shirt.
-"Leeds?"- Hermione asked bewildered.
-"You don´t wanna know."- Pansy said, wrinkling her nose to the thought of that story.
-"Nobody´s gonna ask what the hell happened here?"- Daphne interrupted, walking a few strides across the room, stepping on Blaise´s broken bed.
-"Daph, sweetheart, I think we are all pretty much aware of what happened…"- Zabini started explaining as if she was a little kid.
-"Not that you silly!-" she exclaimed in disgust.-"This!"- her hands pointed the wreck around them. –"Another one of your tantrums, Malfoy? We told you that next time you…"- Daphne scolded.
-"It was me."- Hermione said in the lowest of voices.
-"You?"- Pansy asked frowning. Every single of the Slys mimicked her gesture. Except for Draco, he just stared at Hermione, pleased with himself, with the fact that he was the only one who actually knew her.
-"I was looking for something."- the Gryffindor explained simply.
-"Did you find it?"- it was Blaise this time.
-"I did."- she said softly, cathing a glimpse of Draco.
-"Well, no biggie then."- Theo exclaimed.-"Let these lovebirds fly away, and get to fix this bloody mess. Couple who do it first, gets the room…"
-"Nott, that´s completely unfair. You know Blaise is hopeless
em to guide her out of the room. He stopped next to Theo and patted his free hand down his shoulder.
-"Thank you, mate."- the blonde said.
-"Any time."- he responded.
-"Draco…"- Nott called out.-"Take Snape´s office entrance. The rumour-mill is already grinding…"
Draco nodded, walking out. Holding her hand through corridors and stairs. Not letting it go.
Once they reached the requirement room, he finally released the pressure of his grip, relaxing every contracted muscle of his body.
He kissed her softly, with immeasurable sweetness.
His hands found a way to her back, untying her dress, brushing the warmth of her skin. He slid it down to her waist, ghosting her breasts with her fingertips, getting on his knees to kiss each of them fondly. He stopped in the intersection of her ribs to inhale her scent, to get lost in the creamy surface of her bones and flesh.
She was so fucking perfect. He continued with the luscious task of undressing her. Removing her dress, her underwear.
But there was nothing sexual in his caresses. Not a fervent urge nor lustful desire.
He was tracing a map. Memorizing her body, her texture, the sounds she made with some of her touches, the subtle changes of her breathing, her voice whispering his name.
He was taking every piece of her in.
As if he was afraid of losing her.
As if he was not going to see her again.
Though at the moment, Hermione was not aware of that.
She was, once again and forevemore, consumed in the flames of whatever they were.
Hello everybody! me again!
Oh man….this was by far the most difficult, thrilling and overwhelming chapter I have ever written. I am not quite sure why I kept getting stuck at writing it…
Anyhow, I truly hope you enjoy this!
((I know I know… smut it´s not my thing but I am trying!))
Now, a few personal opinions.
1. Drugs are only good on fiction. If you are curious about them, this is the best place to try them, to experience them. Not your freaking real life. Don´t do them. The high doesn´t make up for how low you´ll end.
2. Rough sex is only good when it´s consent.
3. The other day I was wondering, does my fanfiction have an actual plot? A storyline that I am following throughout the chapters? Maybe it doesn´t, maybe it does…
or maybe it´s just like life itself.
Life doesn´t revolve around one giant plot, it is a collection of moments, a thousand stories colliding as every day goes by…
Thanks as always for reading! (and for those who have favorited my ff, know that every notification that arrives at my email, fills me with joy)
feel free to leave any comments! I´d really like to know your thoughts about the story so far!=)