AN: Check end for warnings, there's some spice so just be aware!

Hermione Granger was never ordinary, especially to someone like Draco Malfoy. She was a challenge to his entire upbringing. When he had first laid eyes on her, he thought nothing particular. And then his first night at Hogwarts, he overheard the older Slytherins discussing rather openly about the disgust they felt towards the arrival of two new mudbloods. And suddenly his curiosity was piqued.

The anomaly that was Hermione Granger made a stark impression in his mind that only grew each year. She didn't make sense. She wasn't acting how he was taught. Her blood didn't disgust him like it should've.

Hermione's eyes closed as she touched her lips to Draco's arm. She felt heat spread throughout her body.

Draco's eyes shut in both pleasure and displeasure.

The cut was only minimal, she sucked hard, in attempt to draw blood. Her grip on him tightened as she pulled him closer and moaned, desperately trying to take whatever she could.

Fuck. He felt his fangs growing along with another part of him. His self control was waning immensely.

"Granger. Stop."

She only held onto him tighter.

He couldn't help but remember who she was. A fucking mudblood. His eyes snapped opened, he pushed her off of him, keeping her at arm's length, knowingly aware that his grip on her would bruise.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Her hair was disheveled, her cheeks flushed. The smear of blood on her lips was so wrong, but he was unable to look away. His brows furrowed, both of their harsh breathing was in sync.

"You said-I-I don't. Gods, Malfoy, I'm so-"

She paused, a look of horror etched onto her face.

"Something is wrong with us. I-I don't know what. I've been trying to research, ever since the party-but I've been unable to find anything solid. I- " she continued rambling on.

Her words were frantic and she looked scared. As he intensely stared at her, smelling her blood, smelling her arousal, only one thing took over his mind. He wanted to fuck Hermione Granger.

"Stop fucking rambling."

She stopped.

"You don't know at all what you're fucking doing to me right now, do you? What you've been doing to me? I fucking despise everything about you, and yet I can barely fucking control myself whenever I'm around you. Can barely control myself to stay the fuck away from you, a dirty little mudblood who's apparently a whore for my pure blood."

He ran his finger along her stained bottom lip.

"My disgustingly superior pureblood that others would die to have." He stared, transfixed on her soft lips.

Hermione stood frozen, unable to move.

"And yet the moment I arrived back at Hogwarts, there's nothing more that I've wanted with my entire being, than to drown myself in your own fucking addictive, intoxicating muddy blood." He separated her lips with his thumb.

"You have no idea how fucking good you taste, do you? How fucking good you smell?"

"Malf-"

"And how fucking disgusting mine tastes. How mediocre everyone else's smells in comparison to yours. A fucking mudblood." His eyes snapped to hers. The fear was still evident in her eyes.

"What-I told you, there's something wrong. What you're saying doesn't make sense. You would never say-think these things. I-we have to..figure-"

Hermione began to become distracted once more as Draco began massaging her neck. He could feel the blood pulsing. With his other hand, he slowly slid it down her body, placing his hand around hers, still deathly gripping her wand. His forehead rested on her as he brought her wand up, pointing it at his neck.

Wordlessly, he cast a spell, causing a deep cut on his own neck in the same spot that he was massaging so firmly on Hermione's. A soft gasp escaped her lips.

He removed his hand from her wand and slid it painfully slow up her body, stopping at the base of her neck. They stared into each other's eyes before Draco forcefully pulled her directly to where the blood was dripping out from him, causing her to stumble into him.

"What are you doing?" He could feel her breath on his skin.

"Giving in. Just this once." He whispered into her ear, enticing her.

Her eyes closed and she wrapped her lips along the incision. Draco's eyes rolled into the back of his head.

He felt his fangs emerge once more and didn't fight it this time. The want he felt for her was excruciating. He sunk his teeth into her neck, growing hard at the moan that escaped from her throat. He pushed her into the sinks, lifting her onto them, towering over her as her blood flowed freely into his mouth. Draco wrapped both of his arms around her waist, practically crushing her into him. Her blood in this amount was almost too much for him. His senses were overwhelmed, his instincts taking over completely.

He wasn't sure when he had started to grind against her, but it felt fucking fantastic.

Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.

And when she started to reciprocate, he almost passed out.

At some point they had stopped drinking one another's blood and their mouths were on each other's, frantically devouring the others.

Draco's hand found her center and he moaned at the arousal dripping from her.

"That feels amazing." She spoke, sounding drunk, against his lips, breaking free before drinking again from his neck as he played with her clit.

Draco used his other hand to guide hers to his cock, moving it up and down. She took charge, allowing Draco to grab her breast and squeeze. He removed his teeth from her neck, kissing her roughly down to her breast, taking her nipple into his mouth as he sucked hard before sinking his fangs into the soft flesh right above it. The blood flowed freely again into his mouth. He felt drunk. It was as if the more of her blood he drank, the more it wasn't enough. A ripple of pleasure rushed through him as Hermione started to move on her own accord against his hand, seeking her own pleasure. He eagerly quickened his pace, desperate to make her find her release.

"I-I don't-fuck." She panted. Her hand was moving against his cock at a punishing pace, but it wasn't enough.

"What do you want, Granger?" He broke free from her skin, staring at her with intensity.

His hands didn't stop.

"This, I need this." She squeezed.

Draco opened his eyes, but Granger's were still closed. They had been most of the time. She began working at his belt, undoing it with a desperation. Her hand quickly slipped into his trousers.

"Fucking wait, Granger." She paused her movements, finally opening her eyes.

Draco looked into hers, freeing his other from her cunt and grabbing her own hand. He could see the hesitation.

"Trust me." He ran her hand along her own cunt, coating it with her arousal before bringing it back to his cock.

Draco brought his hand back to her clit, this time sticking two fingers into her, slowly moving them in and out of her cunt.

He moaned at the slickness as he fucked her hand and she simultaneously fucked his.

"Feels so fucking good. Tastes so fucking-" He bit into her neck again.

"I need more, Malfoy." She spoke.

A part of him was screaming to stop, to turn around and leave, but it was pushed so far down, that he barely recognised it.

He grabbed her underwear and roughly slid them down her thighs as she freed his cock. Without a second to waste, Draco pushed into her, hungry to have her. The pleasure he felt was immeasurable.

He had fucked plenty of girls, but never had it felt like this. It was almost too much. He didn't want it to end.

"This feels amazing. What is-" Hermione continued grinding on Draco.

"I fucking know. Holy shit. Don't ever stop fucking moving, Granger."

"Is it always like this?"

"No. Never. Not this fucking good." He continued circling her clit, pressing harder.

Their moans were masked with each other's mouths. Hermione began to quiver as Draco increased his speed on her clit and he pounded into her at a punishing pace.

"Malfoy. I-I think-" she spoke breathily, having a hard time speaking, "I think I'm going to have an orgasm."

"That's the fucking point, Granger." He felt himself getting closer to release as well.

Malfoy watched Hermione's face, waiting for her as she chased her release. Right as she was about to come, she bit into his neck herself, drinking his blood. It sent an immense ripple of pleasure through his entire body and he did the same. They both came, slowing their movements as their pleasure began to subside. A minute later, their movements while still extremely slowed, were still causing pleasure.

"Holy fuck, are you feeling this still?"

"Yes-yes." She shook her head vigorously.

"I don't want to fucking stop."

"Neither do I."

They looked into each other's eyes, a look of desperation within both of their stares.

"Tonight." Hermione spoke.

"After one more." Draco pleaded, a sense of relief flooding over him as Hermione nodded in approval.

AN: Smut, blood kink. This whole chapter is smut.

I don't have much experience writing detailed smut, so hope it was alright and you guys enjoyed! I thought it was time to move the plot along so... here you go. Shit's about to hit the roof. I'm just writing as I go along though at this point, so it's as much of a suprise to me as it is to you guys hahaha...

I'd love feedback, seriously! Also I just started reading this Theomione fic and literally whoa. It's a wip, six chapters in, and I'm literally obsessed. If anyone has any good Theomione recs, please send them my way. The fic is called How Far Will He Go by venitaserum, I'm pretty sure, for anyone who was curious haha.