Draco glared at all the students exiting advanced Arithmancy. He waited and waited, tapping one foot against the other while peering from behind one of the walls. He trusted his disillusionment skills, but still didn't want to take any risks.

Gods, where was she? Over half the class was already out, and she had yet to be seen. She would be late for her next class if she kept this up; he should know. He knew her average walking pace from class to class. Her ever-meticulous eighth year schedule left no room for extra minutes sacrificed. Every passing second was mapped out for a specific reason.

So where was she?

Draco was tempted to undo his disillusion, until her laugh echoed in the corridor. Out came her bushy hair, done up today in a braid with loose curls astray on her forehead.

An involuntary smirk crept over his face.

Only—

It cracked when she turned to beam up at the person who allegedly made her laugh.

Following too closely behind was Theodore Nott, grinning down at her as Granger lightly nudged him with her shoulder.

He saw blood. He saw broken bones and cracked skin and gashes deeper than the cracks at the earth's core.

Draco's heart rate skyrocketed into the danger zone, and he began to follow them.

Careful not to make himself known, he weaved between students with the grace of a gazelle. Soon, he was within earshot of their conversation, walking parallel beside Granger only feet away. They seemed none the wiser.

"—then he said 'nut juice!'" Theo exclaimed and Granger burst out laughing.

Had the cause of her laughter not been Theo, Draco might have smiled at the sound. Instead, it made his stomach twist in pain and his blood boil. He reached for his wand.

"Gods, that is bloody hilarious," Granger said, completely pink in the face.

"It was funnier in person, but, Merlin, I nearly peed my pants," Theo said with a laugh.

Draco's nostrils flared. Halting altogether, he mumbled a Confundus and watched with sick pleasure as Theo tripped over his feet and fell onto his face. His smile grew when his fellow housemate yowled in pain, the noise echoing down the corridor. Granger gasped and fell to her knees beside the lad, screaming at passing students to get a professor and Madam Pomfrey.

Draco wedged himself behind a pillar and watched as blood trickled down Theo's mouth. Granger's frown was equally as satisfying.

Good. She deserved worry and pain if she was now willingly flaunting about with one Theodore fucking Nott.

She turned to peer down the way, her eyes scanning worriedly before they narrowed suspiciously. Draco remained still, not even breathing as her eyes lingered momentarily on where he stood invisible. It quickly passed, and her attention returned to Nott.

Draco sniggered and promptly left, spending the rest of his free period basking in victory.


"Theo needed eight stitches." Her irritated voice came from above.

As much as he wanted to don a sneer, he remained indifferent. Looking up at her and away from his Astronomy homework, he gave her the attention that she loved to covet. Even if she denied it.

"Oh?" He replied, and immediately received an eye roll.

"Like you didn't know." The bitterness almost pleased him. There was a good chance he could lure her into a screaming match in the middle of the library.

"I had no idea Theo hurt himself today," he began, the corner of his mouth turning up as he quirked a brow. "He is rather klutzy."

"Oh, bollocks." Her voice rose and was shushed immediately by an angry looking Madam Pince.

Granger gave a half apologetic smile to the librarian before waving her wand and casting a Muffliato . He could feel her anger rising. That, and her magic reached out to him, wrapping around his face like a hot breeze. His eyes grew heavier.

"You fucking tripped him." She cut straight to the accusations, fists balled at her sides.

Draco furrowed his brows comically. Acting as if the idea were preposterous and not totally factual.

"Granger, what in Merlin's great name are you on about?" He asked tiredly, shutting his book completely.

She scoffed and placed her hands on the table, leaning down so they were nearly eye to eye.

Gods, he could remember the way she prowled over him exactly like that. Except on all fours, completely naked, with a look in her eye darker than the one blazing there now. But fairly close.

Draco placed a hand on his thigh, ready to readjust his hardening cock.

"You Confunded Theo. Made him trip on his face, causing his teeth to rip through his lips," she growled, eyes squinted at him. They were always so dark in the lights of the library.

"When was this?" His voice was light, teasing almost. It made her lip curl upward in further distaste.

"Fourth period. After Charms."

Draco smiled, even chuckled a bit and shook his head.

"Granger, I had independent study with Professor Vector during that time. Nowhere near Charms class."

It wasn't necessarily a lie, which made it all the more easy to say. Draco did have independent study with Vector, but snuck away to 'use the loo' and made his way outside Granger's fourth period Charms class.

After a beat, her frown turned down. Irritation gone and instead a look of disappointment came over her face. Mixed with sadness and vulnerability.

This was new.

He saw it once before, weeks ago…after—

It made his chest twist.

They've done yelling, screaming, throwing each other up against walls and letting their clashes of violent anger out in gasped pants and hard thrusts. It's what they knew; it's what they did. Until she decided it wasn't enough… he wasn't enough. And somehow, Theodore Nott was.

It was sickening. But not as sickening as this look she wore now. The same one she wore when she asked for more.

He fucking loathed it.

"Why are you doing this?" She asked in a whisper, shoulders slumping.

A muscle in his face twitched.

"Theo—he's nice. Good—" It sounded like she was ready to cry. The choking on air made his heart clench harder. Granger snapped her eyes shut, squeezing them so tightly that it looked like it hurt. She pulled away, standing to her height. The fire in her eyes was back but less intense. More dull, like the flames were tired and ready to fade for the night.

"He's a good person. Leave him out of your bullshit." It was a command. She left him with it and a frown, swiftly turning away and not looking back..


Granger was the most infuriating, heartless fucking bitch he'd ever met.

She was flaunting Theo around like he was a new born baby. Casting icing charms on his face in every class, dabbing the blood that trickled from his stitches with cotton when he smiled too wide, sitting by him during meals and giggling when he spilled pudding on his chin.

Draco, for the first time in his life, knew what it felt to be murderous. The one and only time he thought he could successfully cast a killing curse.

His blood boiled and his palms were sweaty.

If Granger was going to baby Nott and act like she was doing so much better without him, then Draco could play the same game. Dirty and cheap.


Elena Schott was an unassuming, nearly-mute Ravenclaw. A year younger than him, pretty in an average kind of way and—the best part—was born to a muggle mother and a half-blood father. Plus, she found Draco attractive enough to instantly agree to a date.

The poor girl blushed redder than a tomato and stuttered more than Longbottom in first year.

Draco 'courted' her the way that was appropriate for purebloods. Waited for her outside the Great Hall so they could eat together, walked her to her classes, held her books and complimented her bland-looking, straight hair. Elena always smiled, barely able to meet his eye as she flushed at every word.

She was the perfect girl, because Granger took notice immediately.

Of course she did.

Draco was doing everything to this nobody Ravenclaw that Granger had wanted from him all along. Even if she never said it straightforwardly. He knew. The second she had asked him if he wanted to join her in Hogsmeade for dinner, he knew she was actually asking for more. More of him, from him. A turning point for them.

He couldn't give it to her, but he could pretend with this shadow of a girl. It was far easier because she was no one. At least to him. It was all inconsequential.

"I'll see you at dinner," Draco said, faking a handsome smile down at the girl. She blinked up at him and down at her shoes about twenty thousand times before nodding hurriedly.

Insecurity bored him. Draco preferred bold, sometimes even rash women who were unapologetically confident and annoying all at once.

He grinned once, then from the corner of his eye, saw a head of wild curls approaching from down the hall.

In a bold move, he cupped the Ravenclaw's face and bent to press a chaste kiss to the corner of her mouth. When he pulled away, she looked on the verge of tears.

"See you later, Elena," he said and left her there to walk a few doors down to his class. One that he shared with Granger.

Bouncing with joy, he headed into Potions. Granger's magic sparked around her with she finally appeared. And she wore a permanent scowl on her face while ruining the day's coursework by burning her cauldron and nearly setting her desk on fire.

Draco was alive again.


He woke the next day feeling positively springy. He had a date with Elena in Hogsmeade and was currently walking down to meet her outside. The tune he whistled was slow and sweet, one someone would sing on the way to pick up their lover. Which he technically was.

What made it better? Granger would be present today. Head Girl and all that rubbish, which was absolutely perfect. He knew what shops she would wander through and crafted a nearly identical itinerary for him and Elena.

She'd be forced to watch him dote on the Ravenclaw just like she did with Theo.

Fucking bitch.

Draco was possibly overdoing it, making his plans too known. But honestly? He didn't care. It worked her up; it certainly made her burst with jealousy. He sang his lovesick tune a little louder when he heard fast stomping from behind him.

He could pick her steps out of a crowd of thousands. She was heavy-footed just as much as she was stubborn and annoying.

Granger rounded him, cutting off his path. Her eyes narrowed immediately.

"What do you think you're doing with Elena Schott?"

His whistle ended with a high pitch note that mimicked the sound of a sentence ending in a question. With his hands behind his back, Draco grinned menacingly.

"Who?" Her mouth dropped and eyes widened in horror.

He lifted his head and smiled at the clock tower.

"Ohhh. You mean my beloved?"

The look she gave him then made his skin crawl in the best way.

"You're absolutely despicable and a poor excuse of a man, you know that?" She asked, lines gracing her forehead. He smirked.

"I love when you talk filthy to me." Draco took a step forward and lowered his voice, infiltrating her space.

She immediately shoved him back and sneered.

"Fuck off. Your so-called beloved is probably waiting for you at this very moment. She's a nice girl, Draco. Stop toying with her." The warning would have sounded like genuine concern to anyone else, but Draco knew her. She wasn't concerned at all; she was jealous.

"Why are you so worried about me and my love life, Granger? Shouldn't you be gallivanting with Nott somewhere?" He replied in faux curiosity, but couldn't even hide his lip quivering with rage.

Her jaw bulged, and she stayed quiet for too long. He hit a nerve.

"Ah, or did you two have a lover's spat?" Draco took another step, tilting his head down to her toes then back up. "Did you realize he's a fucking pus—"

"Elena is hardly your type," she cut him off, tilting her chin up in her haughty way. "What do you want with her? Because we both know it's not a shag."

Ah, she was biting. Getting closer and closer to exactly where Draco wanted her. She just needed a light push…or a harsh shove.

"I decided it was time to take dating seriously," Draco said, one eye twitching as her mouth did the same. "What good is life without a wife?"

She sneered at him. "Funny."

"It's the truth, Granger."

"You're going to hurt that poor girl's feelings all because—"

"Because what?" He asked quickly, taking another step forward. She clamped her mouth shut and looked up at him, ready for a fight. Her brown eyes were brighter in the early day sun, closer to the coffee and cream she drank every morning.

"Because," she swallowed, "You're jealous of Theo."

He scoffed.

"You're trying to get back at me."

"Back at you?" He repeated dramatically.

"Yes. You're trying to get back at me because I moved on."

Draco was always quick to anger, easy to irritate by the simplest of things. Too much noise in the morning. Harry Potter's annoying heroics. Gryffindors in general. But being told that someone moved on from him might be the most provoking lie he'd heard in sometime.

His stare sharpened. He felt his jaw click.

"Oh, is that what you think you did, Granger?" He hissed. "You 'moved on' with Theodore fucking Nott? Is that it?"

She stilled as he moved into her last free inches of space. He was close enough that the scent of her hair filled his nose. The intoxicating and familiar notes of honeysuckle and roses greeted him warmly. It made his skin flame.

"I did move on," she said, hardly confident. Her lip twitched like she didn't even believe herself. He smiled cruelly down at her.

"But you didn't. Couldn't. And won't," he breathed, nostrils flaring as the thought of her even thinking about moving on filled his brain. Red and white spotted his vision. He felt dizzy. "There's no moving on from me, Granger."

A slow, dangerous smile spread over her lips. She looked psychotic before sweetly glancing down at his lips. When her head lifted back, her eyes remained on his mouth.

"Watch me," she whispered, then pulled away, leaving the air cold and biting.

His hands were shaking, aching to touch her or maybe choke her. Before his mind knew what he was doing, his legs propelled him forward. Firm hands reached for her arm, grip tight as he threw them both into a random classroom.

"Hey! Malfoy—the bloody fu—let me go!" She shrieked and swatted at him, struggling in his powerful hold.

He shut the door and heaved her up against it. Used his own body weight to keep her pressed into the wood, reveling in the way she whimpered against him. One hand slid up against her throat, palm finding its home once more. The blood beneath his skin tingled when her pulse jumped.

Voice enraged, he snarled, "You say a lot of words you don't mean. And I'm getting tired of hearing all your shit."

Her eyes grew wild. "Fuck y—"

He shoved two fingers into that snarky mouth, effectively gagging and choking her until she released her throat and accepted his digits.

"Much better." He grinned with a sigh, cock twitching.

She glared up at him and began biting down on his second knuckle. He smiled cynically.

"Cute, but you and I both know you're going to take whatever I put in your mouth." He pushed his fingers deeper.

Granger widened her lips, clearly irritated she let herself do such a thing. He snickered and began pumping his fingers slowly into her wet mouth, eyelids going heavy at the lewd noises.

"Yeah, that's it. You know how to take it." He urged her on, his cock painfully tight in his trousers.

Although she sucked and licked his fingers, she still wore a put out look of pure hatred, one with rosy cheeks and glossy eyes and slick lips. This is the look he loved so much, the one he wasn't sure he'd get again.

"If dear Theo could see you now," he mumbled, a bit hypnotized by the way her cheeks hollowed.

That snapped her out of the trance his fingers pushed her into because she bit down forcefully on his knuckles, intentionally trying to hurt him.

He withdrew his fingers with a yelp, shaking the now red digits to ease the pain. The smug smirk she wore pissed him off. But the panting, lustful trance in her eyes? Desire beaded on the tip of his painfully stiff cock . Swiftly grabbing her arms, Draco pinned them tightly to the door above her head. His hips pushed into her stomach, letting her feel just how hard she made him, angry or not.

"What? Don't like me talking about your boyfriend?" He growled into her ear, lips right at the skin. The tiny gasp she emitted was surely an accident, but it drove him mad.

"What about your girlfriend?" Her voice was pinched, like the words were painful to say. " Elena would surely cry if she saw you dry humping me when you should be accompanying her to town."

"Does she bother you?" He asked with demeaning eyes. Like her jealousy was laughable and childlike.

"No, but you do," she lied firmly, pushing against his body. Her knee jerked against him, probably aiming for his jewels, but missed and hit his leg.

He groaned at the brief flash of pain the same moment he leaned down to kiss her.

It was all sharp tongues and jagged teeth. As rough as their spiteful words and as buzzing as their anger. He pushed his tongue deeper into her mouth, aching to taste more. Granger's saliva was unfathomably addicting; the flavor made his cock grow harder and his mouth open wider.

He could eat her whole and still be unsatisfied.

His fingers pulled at her coat roughly, shoving the material down her arms to no resistance. With no restraints, her hands came up to his face. Fingers clawing into his jaw and cheek while the other hand scraped down his neck.

His eyes rolled behind his eyelids. The burn of her nails caused the fire inside his stomach to spread. Moving down her neck, Draco kissed and bit into her pink skin as his dexterous fingers slipped underneath her shirt and pulled it up.

It was always a struggle to get her head through the hole of her shirts. Her hair was just obnoxious. When he tugged it free, he immediately bent low to assault her chest. Her fingers wound into his hair, guiding and pushing him to her covered breasts.

Draco lapped and nipped at the swell. Gripping the straps of her bra, he pushed the cups and wires down, letting her breasts hang heavy and free.

He felt feral at the sight of her pretty pink nipples, peaked and taut in the cool morning air. He wanted them red, blooming with the flush of her blood and prickling from his teeth.

Teeth reached for her nipple, snapping it back when he pulled until she squirmed unpleasantly. She panted above him, hips grinding into nothing. Whimpering sounds that teetered between annoyed and turned on drove him forward again. Draco lapped at her breast and bit and gnawed until love bites formed. Then he did the same to her other breast.

He wanted his marks covering her. Blue, purple, and red reminders of him, of them. Anytime she changed, she'd be reminded of him; anytime she showered, he'd be there.

He wanted her to be consumed by him. Every look or thought she had, he would be there.

Once satisfied with his abuse to her breasts, he stood up and found her mouth, thinking how pretty a small purple bruise would look right in the middle of her bottom lip. He sucked and sucked until her fingers scratched a bit too hard on his neck and he flinched. Pulling away, he brought his hand to his skin, feeling something damp. Droplets of blood colored his fingers when he glanced at them.

In the same moment, Granger pulled his shirt out of his trousers and popped the buttons clean off with one solid tug.

He eyed her with wonder.

"That hurt." She only rolled her eyes, pushing the material off him.

"No it didn't." She scoffed and removed her bra.

Draco reached for her, moving until her back was to his front and her hips pressed into a desk. His mouth sucked harsh circles up her neck.

"You're far more violent than me," he noted delightfully and she replied with a loud coo. He laved at the sore he just created and eyed the desk her hands gripped.

"Change it into a bed. Now," he ordered, hands teasing the band of her jeans.

Granger moaned, sighing as he bit into her neck, but finished the transfiguration all the same. He paused, slightly impressed that she was focused enough to accio her wand and turn the dusty old desk into a full sized bed.

But he was more impressed with how eager she looked falling to her hands and knees when he shoved her onto it. She turned over her shoulder, ready to lift up and probably slap him, but he sunk down into the mattress behind her and grabbed her neck to keep her down.

"Love you like this," he mumbled, eyes trailing from her naked spine down to her tight trousers. Hands ran over the palm of her arse before sliding his fingers to her front, popping the button free and rolling the zipper down.

Slowly, he exposed her supple arse and thick thighs to the cold air of the room. He took down her knickers with the pants, wanting to see everything as quickly as possible.

It had been too long.

Weeks. Since they last fucked or touched or even fucking kissed. He could smell her already. The tart saltiness between her legs wafted up to his nostrils. He tried not to let his eyes roll back into his head, but his eyelashes did flutter.

Granger, being the obedient little thing she was, kicked her knees up to help him get the clothing off totally. His lip was pulled between his teeth and before he could get himself undressed, his hand reached between her cheeks and palmed her cunt.

They both moaned at the feeling. His fingers slid between her folds, drenched in her wetness and heat coating his freezing digits. She groaned at the contact. between two knuckles, he pinched her engorged clit, massaging and working until she was twitching under him.

"Malfoy—"

He snickered. The tone she used was impatient and bossy, edging towards a begging whine. Withdrawing his fingers, he rose from the bed and removed his trousers. His cock bounced free, hard with his aching red tip. Slid his thumb over the head, he spread his precum and stroked himself to the sight of Granger bending over for him on all fours.

He grinned menacingly.

"How many men have had you?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

"Fucking hell—"

"How many?" He growled, sliding his thick cock between her folds. Her legs shook and her hands fisted the sheets.

She mumbled something, while he slowly coated himself with her slickness. Rutting himself between her legs until he was lubricated.

"What was that?" He reached down and grabbed her curls, bending her up slightly so her back arched and he could hear that smart mouth.

"Just you, fucking arsehole," she spat out, cheeks red and eyes nearly black. Draco gave her a wicked smile then let go of her hair to position himself at her entrance.

"That's right," he said and spread her cheeks, her glistening folds inviting him closer. "Just me."

He pushed forward, enveloped by her warmth. Suffocating walls took him to bliss. His eyes closed and a shiver danced up his spine. Granger moaned into the mattress; despite being muzzled, it was quite loud.

His thrusts were steady but hard. His eyes were glued to the way her arse bounced off his hips. Her cunt just took him whole. He remembered the first time they fucked. She was way too fucking tight to even take half of him. Now, she took him all with ease.

The thought made him groan, and he dug his fingers into her hips.

"You think another man could ever fuck you the way I do?" His mouth tugged upwards when she responded with an animalistic groan. Certainly annoyed by him and yet, he knew she loved it. With such confidence that it sounded like a well known fact, he told her, "They couldn't stretch your pretty cunt the way my cock does, Granger."

To him it was.

She turned over her shoulder, eyes bright and furious.

"Theo could." She sneered.

The air left his chest. The ringing in his ears felt like a Bombarda hit him upside the head.

The frigid, lying bitch.

In slow motion, he watched his hands stretch forward until his fingers closed around her neck and he hauled her upwards. Her hands clawed at his forearms, trying to get him to loosen up.

"Lie again and I'll make you regret it," he promised, tone dripping with darkness. He didn't recognize his own voice. The snarl he let out was overpowered by her whimper. It made his cock twitch inside her.

She grew wetter. Slick walls pulsed, sucking him in deeper, tugging him to that tunnel of addicting ecstasy drugs couldn't mimic.

Teeth dug into her neck, re-puncturing the skin that was already marked red. He thrusted up into her, hearing her suck a sharp breath.

"You think Theo could make you come so hard you cry?"

He chuckled into her skin when she preened. Letting his hands glide down her front, he palmed her weighted tits, groping and massaging. Fingers pinched her nipples, still overly sensitive from his earlier abuse.

"Shiiit—Draco." She whined, head back on her shoulders. He tugged harder, and her body shook in his hold.

"Theo couldn't even make you wet," he barked, ruthless in his thrusts. Punishing her for even saying the fuckhead's name while he was impaling her. How dare she think of anyone but him while they're fucking?

"And if you so much as think his name when my cock is pounding into you, I'll tie you up and leave you without a single orgasm."

The thought of her naked, spread, and deprived in an empty classroom all day made him smirk.

"Leaving me wet and begging while going for a stroll with Elena? Yes, what a trade off."

Granger's own jealousy made his skin tickle with delight. She didn't even try to hide her sarcastic drawl that oozed with annoyance. He chuckled and stopped thrusting, holding her still by her hips.

"What an excellent idea," he whispered and caught her squinted scowl from over her shoulder. "Perhaps I should be off to see her."

He pulled out of her and moved to get off the bed with weak and wobbly muscles. Of course he was lying, but Granger moved so quickly and had him by the throat that his eyes rolled back faster than he could control them. Both on their knees, he still towered over her, but she was crackling with strength and power and it was fucking hot.

"What does she offer you?"

Granger's fingers did their best to dig into his trachea; the attempt nearly made him smile. The tight grip did nothing to actually hurt but everything to make his cock ache for her.

"She doesn't choke me for one," he smartly said, and her palm squeezed harder. His throat vibrated with a moan.

"Does she make you hard like this?" Her free hand wandered down and firmly grabbed his shaft. She jerked him slowly, watching the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

He grinned. "Only when I think of you."

She made a disgusted noise, like the thought was grotesque and outrageous. He knew it was what she wanted to hear.

"When you fuck Elena, are you going to think of me, too?"

"Yes." He reached up to yank her hand off his throat. "I will."

That was a lie. He'd never fuck that other girl.

Draco pushed her down on her back and twisted her hips so she was laying on her side. Holding her thigh, he pushed it up to her chest and slid between her soaking folds.

"I'll fuck her arse up so I don't have to look at her face," He told her with another wicked smile, and she growled.

"You're a sick piece of shit." She reached up, hand clutching the arm holding her leg. A whimper left her lips when he pushed himself as deep as he could hold.

"The nicest thing you've said to me."

Her arse looked particularly thick like this. Just waiting to be slapped or bitten again. He groped at the flesh, shaking it and moving it as he fucked her into the mattress. It didn't help that she was loud, vocalizing her pleasure with every sharp thrust.

His cock grew harder, balls tightening, and he had to pull out before he came too quickly.

A strangled groan crawled up her throat from the sudden lack of him. Draco backed his body down the mattress, bending at a weird angle until he was breathing hard against her bare and wet cunt. His palms spread her arse cheeks, fingers digging harshly into her flesh. And finally, he flattened his tongue and licked from her clit to her second hole.

Granger buckled forward on her hands, face pressed into the mattress. The sheets suffocated her moan, hips bucking and twitching. The tip of his tongue flicking between her opening and her tight arse.

The obscene noises he made only added to the thick arousal. He moaned while he slurped her juices. Digging his nose into her and humming when she shoved her cunt back against his face and grinded against him for friction.

One hand moved from its place and found home between her legs. Two of his fingers filled her, curling to find her hidden wall and she wailed.

"Oh—oh fuck!" She cried and rolled her hips into the air to meet his thrusts.

Draco felt her wetness dripping from his chin. Her smell mingling with his was divine.

He smiled then and bit into her arse, adding a third finger in the same moment. She jerked so hard that he nearly lost hold. Her aggression made him grin so he bit harder and sucked on the heavy flesh of her arse.

"Malfoy, I—need more. S-stop—"

Her breathing was erratic and desperate. Rising from behind, he leaned over, fingers never ceasing their pump into her slick wall. Voice oozing with lust, he whispered in her ear, "Get on top. Let me see you."

Half delirious, they both moved. Limbs weak and pliant, but they found the strength to get into position. Draco watched her mount him, thick thighs tensing as she lifted up and lined his cock at her entrance.

Her mouth was parted, eyes focused on sinking him in. Draco was entranced by her face. Couldn't even bring himself to watch the way her cunt swallowed him whole, not when she looked so natural on top of him.

She slid down, brows pinching together as the head of him hit her farthest wall. Her hands blindly reached for his, placing one of his palms over her arse and the other on one breast. She slowly began bouncing and thrusting, causing the perfect movement that never made him last long.

His thumb and pointer pulled at her nipple and the hand on her arse pulled away to slap the skin once. She threw her head back and moaned, long curls tickling his thighs.

"Fuck—Malfoy." She breathed, increasing her speed, dropping herself a little harder on his cock.

"So wet, dripping on me." He groaned and pulled back to slap her arse again. The noise mixed with her sharp intake of breath.

Her eyes squeezed shut and she moved the hand on her breast up to her throat. With only a light squeeze, Granger released a moan that was so loud and lewd that he briefly worried if it would echo into the halls.

"My cock that good?" He couldn't help himself. He had to remind her of the truth. "No one else will feel like me. No one will fill you like I do."

Despite her frown, she still whimpered and slid a hand down to her clit. His eyes focused on her fingers slipping between her folds. The hand around her neck squeezed harder involuntarily. Cock throbbing, he bucked up into her.

"Yes!" She cried loudly, tits bouncing with their combined thrusts. Draco did it again, watching the way her chest heaved with inhales and her mouth hung wide open.

"Are you going to come for me?" He punctuated the question with a firm slap on her arse. The skin blossomed red, and her cunt pulsed around him once.

"Fuck yes!"

"No one else? Just me?" Draco gripped her throat harder, almost threatening her if she answered wrong.

"No—no—" Her fingers ran tighter circles over her sensitive clit. "Just you—gods, Draco!"

She broke off in a whine, all her sounds driving him fucking mad. Sweat beaded down his chest and he knew he was going to finish soon.

He didn't know what compelled him to do so, but his hand tugged her neck down. Her eyes shot open with mild action was rather abrupt and harsh.

"Kiss me," je demanded, thrusting up into her. She whimpered but wore an expression that seemed conflicted, resistant.

When she continued thrusting and began to shut her eyes like she didn't hear him, Draco pulled her down again, stopping her rhythm totally.

"Fucking kiss me." Anger plagued his voice. hat, and impatience.

She jerked her head, fighting his strength. It shouldn't bother him that she ignored the urgent request. They rarely kissed during their actual fucking, but Draco wanted to feel her lips when he came.

It caused his stomach to pull unpleasantly and his chest to ache weirdly when she obviously didn't want to.

Draco brought his other hand up to her head the same moment he lifted his body off the mattress. Granger tried to pull away, but with both hands on her, she couldn't exactly break free.

They paused, one set of eyes defiant and aggravated the other swirling with anger and bits of hurt disguised as frustration. Panting in each other's faces, neither moved when they were just millimeters apart. They stared, Draco's nostrils flared when she still made no move towards him.

With a steadying breath, he tried something different and loosened his hold on her.

His fingers released the tightly wound curls around his knuckles, and his hand slid down from her neck to rest over her heart. It was hot under her chest and beating just as quickly as his. Granger moved her hands from his chest to over his biceps, slow and dragging. It felt like molten lava, covering him until he was feverish and burning from his bones.

He caught her eyes once, both blinking slowly as they moved forward. Lips fit together seamlessly. Delicate and practiced movements had equal affects as their raged induced snogs. Her tongue sought his out, and his moved with hers. Fingernails tickled and scratched rather than inflicting intentional pain.

They didn't move, even while connected and on the brink of orgasm. They simply kissed, the way lovers would. The way they have only one other time - the last time they were together. The thought triggered him, so he kissed her harder, chasing away the annoying pang in his chest.

Granger gasped, the little noise engulfed by his mouth. Her hips bucked when he suckled lightly on her bottom lip. Curling her arms around his shoulders, she thrusted again, slowly this time. Deep enough to feel, shallow enough to tease. It was enough to make his stomach clench.

Draco released her lips with a shaky breath, lightly pushing her head until her lips were by his ear. He loved to hear her, whether it be her gasps or moans or words of insult All of it spoken in her voice got him off.

He thrusted with her, each movement passing in multiples of three seconds. A thrust first, followed by a gasp and a pause, just to relish the feeling of being so deeply wound in one another, then another thrust to start the cycle all over.

He could feel her walls tightening around him again, little pulses and beats every time she canted her hips. The air was thick with their sweat and body fluids, it only spurred them on further. Both could feel the tension ready to break in their stomachs. Draco felt the tug just behind his navel and let his he'd fall against hers. Lips right by her ear.

"Hermione please—"

His words caused her to roll her hips particularly hard, a whining moan filling his ears. Draco clamped his eyes shut and held her tighter, burying his face into her neck. She rutted two more times, her tight and slick cunt milking him right to the end.

"Yes, oh—"

His cock throbbed, he came with an elongated moan, lips on her neck as she sobbed. Her own orgasm crashed over her.

"Oh, Draco!"

She lightly shouted as he pushed up into her harder, riding out his own climax and ultimately aiding hers. Quick and successive thrusts led her to her end. She clutched his hair, tugging and pulling in a way that made him think she didn't want to let go.

His palms moved from her hair and chest and over to her back, tender and tentative. She was warm, sweaty and felt amazing. He fell backwards slowly with her. Granger braced her arms and toppled beside him rather quickly. Draco didn't mind at first, she was still beside him in the bed.

His muscles were absorbed by the mattress, weak and unstable. Granger didn't move; he thought she probably needed equal recovery time. They were going at it for a while, so he shut his eyes and moved the arm closest to her under his head, hoping to give her more room.

When he blinked open his eyes at the ceiling, catching his breath and watching the spots behind his eyes away, he faintly felt her move away. There was a coldness beside him, and he heard her picking up her clothes and jacket. Opening his eyes all the way, he lifted his head and watched her with curious eyes.

When he realized she started putting her clothes on more quickly, he frowned and scurried out of bed. He pulled on his trousers and summoned his shirt.

Draco wondered if there was a reason she wasn't facing him. Usually after they had sex, they continued fighting or, most of the times, went multiple rounds. He could say something about her performance or she would comment that he didn't last very long and they'd be at it once more.

Now she was hurrying along.

Draco dressed first and fixed the bed back into a desk, throwing out a quick remark to see if she would bite. "Bed was a bit hard. Think it's time you brush up on your transfiguration."

Her shoes clattered like she accidentally kicked them. Draco turned and scrunched his brow. She was still hustling to leave.

"Maybe I should show you how to make a proper bed." He stepped to her as he spoke, slowly coming up to stand over her bent form. When she didn't react, he pushed on. "And after that, I'll fuck you until it breaks—"

Granger stood so fast that she tripped over her own feet. Clearly attempting to escape without so much of a blink sent his way. Rage flickered inside him once more.

"Hey—hey!" He yanked her by the arm, turning her body until he could see her face and placed himself between her and the door. That look of disappointment was back but now obviously paired with shame. She wasn't even trying to fucking hide it. "Where the hell do you think you're going?"

She pulled her arm free of his grasp but didn't move yet. Her eyes scanned over his face, searching for answers before she gave hers.

"Hogsmeade." His eyebrows came together. "With Theo."

Theo—What?

"Fucking—what?" He hesitated in his answer, not even sure of what he wanted to say.

Granger sighed and adjusted her coat, tightening it to her chest. Protecting her from something harsh; he wasn't sure what though.

"We made plans to go to Hogsmeade and I'm going," she said, looking away as she answered.

Something on his tongue tasted sour, expired. This witch made no sense at all. "For what fucking reason? We just—"

Her eyes snapped to his, cold and shut off.

"We just what, Draco? Fucked? That's all. It's all we ever did. It's all you ever wanted." Her voice elevated, but then she seemed to remember herself. "Doesn't change anything."

The last bit was mumbled dejectedly. She turned her head, letting him only see her side profile. Her eyes floated down to the floor boards, tracing the grain of the wood. He swelled with shades of ugly green.

"So what? Theo can't fuck you right—"

"Malfoy!" She snapped.

"—but you feel bad so you think you owe him a date? Is that it?" His voice ticked up in volume, unnecessarily. He didn't want to appear jealous because she most certainly would call him out, but also because it would be admitting he was.

"I'm not going to Hogsmeade with him because I feel bad or think I owe him something. I'm going because I like Theo."

Something worse than jealousy grew. It was venomous, the thrill of harming or maiming. Draco's eye twitched, and his lip snarled.

"And yet you still fucked me."

Granger stood motionless, face void of emotions. Well actually, she looked tired now. Tired of this conversation, possibly tired of him. It caused him to panic briefly. If Granger wasn't exploding with fire, or trying to tear him limb from limb, then she wasn't paying him attention. She wasn't trying to interact with him.

Her wide brown eyes didn't blink when she looked up at him. Her mouth was set in a straight line.

"It was a mistake."

Seconds stretched into miles. She dared him to say something else, and he couldn't. He was crumbling inside, and he knew, he felt that this was it. She meant those words. They weren't empty.

Panic suffocated him, closed around his throat until his cheeks went hot and he felt unsteady in the knees. His nails dug into his palms, and he felt like hitting something, perhaps a wall or making a chair explode.

When he said nothing, Granger's eyes fluttered and she sighed deeply. Defeated.

"I'm leaving," she said quietly, stepping to move past him.

"Don't, " was all he said. It came out aggressive and hostile.

"Or what? You'll hurt him again?" She snapped at him then rolled her eyes. "It'd be pretty easy for McGonagall to believe me when I rat you out then. Try it and see what happens."

Her threat was believable when she looked so menacing. When her eyes were on fire and directed at him. When she looked so—so—

"You're a real fucking bitch." He snarked, but his throat bobbed embarrassingly.

Her shoulders slouched and she shook her head, eyes leaving his.

"Enjoy your Saturday with Elena." The softness in her voice made him sick. His stomach twisted with so many emotions that he thought he was going to puke.

Granger's shoulder nudged past him, and he stood in place, eyes staring off into the distance. The feeling in his stomach didn't vanish. It hadn't vanished in weeks. Since the last time she touched him, or even acknowledged he was alive.

His eyes squeezed shut as the door creaked open. She would be gone in seconds. Gone with Theo to Hogsmeade. They'd hold hands, share a butterbeer or two, perhaps he'd buy her a book and she'd smile up at him.

Fuck his pride, he couldn't—wouldn't allow her to go.

He dashed around and rushed over to her, palms slamming the door shut and pinning her to the wood. She jumped at the movement, coincidentally back into his body. He slowly leaned his head down, forehead brushing her hair, soft curls ticking his damp skin. He couldn't stop the quake in his shoulders as he inhaled the scent of honey and roses.

"I don't want her, you stupid fucking girl." His voice was hoarse, like he'd been screaming at her for the last ten minutes. It was dry, and the muscles felt swollen. He could barely pronounce the syllables in his sentence.

His breathing was unsteady and loud. Curls moved with every pulsing breath he took. She didn't say anything, and Draco wasn't sure what else she wanted. It should have been clear to her. All this time. In all the fucked up ways he tried to get her attention, every terrible thing he said, he just wanted her attention. He wanted her.

A lifetime passed before she said anything. He was grateful, for the small moment she allowed him to just be near her. Knowing full well she could have left at anytime. But she was still here, so they must be—had to be more.

"I don't want to be in the shadows," she whispered, the light sounds squeezing at his heart strings. She had never sounded so simultaneously fragile yet unbreakable. It was compelling.

He swallowed through the thick knot in his throat and squeezed his eyes shut in hopes that it would help his racing heart. He was lightheaded.

There was a twisting feeling in his stomach, the same feeling he got when she originally asked him to Hogsmeade all that time ago. When she looked up at him with hope and a bright light that dimmed the moment he scoffed and told her that her idea was stupid.

It twisted and lurched and pulled until he could barely stand. His chest was on fire and the air felt too thin, but he stood tall and reached behind her, grasping the knob and pulling it open a smidge.

"Hogsmeade then?" He whispered and watched her eyes widen an inch. She blinked up at him, mouth opening in disbelief. His other hand left the door and moved to the small of her back, urging her forward.

Hermione barely moved. Too stunned and still watching him with owl eyes as he pushed the door wider and smushed them through, his hand still around her waist.

His cheeks were on fire and he made certain to avoid her gaping expression. He took two steps forward and when she remained immobile, he paused and turned around.

"Come on then." He said, nodding outside with an irritated drawl.

Her lips pursed and she slowly strolled forward, falling in step with him. They held each other's gaze for a few paces. Her eyes were consumed with warmth. There was a faint blush on her cheeks as a tiny grin formed.

He's never been so filled with pride.