A/N: I hope that we're all on the same page here when I say that this is a
"very R rated fic." I hope this will be taken into account when you read
this. VelvetBlood started it out as a humor/romance. Ain't happening.
It's only going to get worse from here. Unhappiness, sex, and violence
ahead. You have all been forewarned.
Chapter 8
"Ron, come with me to the library." Hermione stood over him as he played chess with Dean on the floor.
"I'm busy. And stop looking up her skirt," he snapped at Dean.
"Sorry," Dean muttered. "You doing anything this weekend, Hermione?"
Ron looked at him, eyes blazing. "Like you? I think not."
Hermione smiled at Dean. "We'll see." Ron glared at her then. "Please Ron, come with me."
"You've never had a problem going alone before."
She sighed. If she could only tell him why she really needed him with her.but she wouldn't dare. Besides the embarrassment, there was also the inevitable 'I told you so' to deal with. "Okay. Well, when you get finished, maybe you could come find me?"
"Sure," he said in a distracted tone, moving his queen to put Dean into check.
"Thanks." She left him to wander down to the library.
She kept alert for any sign of Malfoy, but there was none. She had made herself scarce while not in classes for the past two days. It was easy enough to keep him at bay in the halls, as she always had Harry and Ron with her. She liked to think that she was in control, but if she were she wouldn't be feeling afraid, and she wouldn't be having the dreams..
That was another thing entirely. Hot, sweaty dreams that woke her up in the night and made going back to sleep impossible. She had had one that very morning, waking her at dawn, extremely uncomfortable, and wishing she had another Muggle device - one that ran on D batteries.
She managed to arrive at the library without any problems. Malfoy was nowhere to be found, much to her relief. This cheered her some, though in the back of her mind she felt some sort of sick disappointment that he wasn't there.
She set down her bag next to another on an empty table, and then headed into the stacks to look up some things for McGonagall's class. She had been asking so many questions, the frustrated professor had ordered her to 'Just look it up Granger!'
***
He had spent the better part of two evenings wasted in the library, waiting for that Gryffindor slut to grace his vision once again. She was afraid of him. This made Draco smile.
But the truth was if he didn't get another taste of her soon it wouldn't matter to him if he raped her in the halls in front of the entire school, just as long as she was his.
By chance, he had left the library to run to the bathroom, and when he returned, there was a bag sitting next to his. About bloody time. He knew everything about her, including what her school bag looked like. Apparently, she didn't know even the colour of his.
"My dear Hermione," Draco said softly to himself. "You should have stayed in."
He wove his way into the dense stacks, finding her in the transfiguration section, far in the back of the room. The library had been fairly empty to begin with, but there was not a living soul near the section. Her back was to him. He could see that she had dressed down for the excursion of knowledge, wearing her new skirt and a thin white blouse. He could see a black bra through the flimsy material. She was beautiful, and he would take her right there if he possibly could.
He stepped closer. He put a hand on her shoulder to twist her around. "Don't avoid me again."
She wore a look of abject horror. She dropped the book she had been holding. "I thought I told you not to touch me."
She attempted to shove him away, but he pushed her against the bookshelf. "And I thought I said I would touch you whenever I wanted."
***
No. Not again. A heat flared up between her legs, which slowly spread over her whole body. She felt her cheeks redden. Looking into his eyes, she saw something in that cold silver, and it scared and excited her at the same time.
Before she knew what she was doing, she initiated the kiss. Later she would remember that. She lunged against him, pressing her mouth to his hot lips. A low moan of surprise escaped from his throat. She plunged her tongue into his open mouth, taking him the same way he had taken her, and as half of her was lecturing, the other half didn't care.
***
Nothing surprised him more than when she gave herself to him, attacking him with her mouth. The vixen, he thought vaguely, before his brain clouded over with red. He pressed his body up against hers, his hips grinding into hers. She wrapped her arms around him, digging her fingernails into his back.
***
As she dug her nails into his back, Hermione felt him harden against her own heated privates. If their mouths hadn't been locked together, she would have been begging for him to take her right there, so she was relieved he was kissing her. Instead, a gasp got caught in her throat.
***
He smiled. I'd almost prefer it if you would struggle. Almost. He forced his mouth to pull away from hers, kissing that soft space behind her ear before nibbling gently on her earlobe. Her hips thrust forward at the contact. "Something you want, Granger?"
"Shut up."
***
He bit down harder. Her legs weakened, forcing her to hold him tighter, for fear of falling. I'm going to die, she thought. He nibbled at her a little more, traveling over her neck, down between the valley of her breasts as far as her shirt would allow. He reached up to undo the buttons. "No," she managed to gasp.
He ignored her. "You asked for this, Mudblood." Opening her shirt, despite her protests, nearly to her waist, he saw that the bra was not black, but navy blue. It suited her.
"Please don't," she begged.
He looked at her with an evil grin. "Then call for help. But I won't stop. Do you really want anyone to see you like this?" With his words he pulled the cup covering her left breast down under it, freeing perfection, soft and full, with a pert pink nipple just waiting for him to suckle.
***
Viktor, always the perfect gentleman, had never done anything like this. The one time he had touched her breast intimately he had apologized and backed down. At the time, she hadn't known how to tell him that she'd wanted more. But now she was getting a lot more than she had ever dreamed of.
From Malfoy.
***
The bitch quivered as he let his lips pass over her tit, his tongue grazing the nipple ever so lightly. He clamped down on it, sucking and licking. He glanced up at her face to see closed eyes, open mouth, flushed cheeks. How could I let this creature take hold of me like this? In the throws of passion, she was beautiful. He needed more.
He let his hand drop, moving up under her skirt on the inside of her leg. "No," she muttered, pushing his hand away.
"Yes." His hand returned to the same position.
Again, she pushed him away, twice. "No means *no.*" she said forcefully, pushing him away. She attempted to fix her clothes.
"I'm afraid that is no longer an option, Mudblood whore." He launched himself at her, again attacking her breast, biting and sucking harshly. She whimpered in pain as she tried to push him off.
When he backed off there was already a dark red hickey developing above her nipple. "That's your Dark Mark," he said hoarsely. "It makes you mine." His eyes were aflame with rage and lust.
"I'll never be yours, Malfoy." With that, she fixed her clothes and smoothed down her hair. "I'm not yours. I'm not anybody's."
Chapter 8
"Ron, come with me to the library." Hermione stood over him as he played chess with Dean on the floor.
"I'm busy. And stop looking up her skirt," he snapped at Dean.
"Sorry," Dean muttered. "You doing anything this weekend, Hermione?"
Ron looked at him, eyes blazing. "Like you? I think not."
Hermione smiled at Dean. "We'll see." Ron glared at her then. "Please Ron, come with me."
"You've never had a problem going alone before."
She sighed. If she could only tell him why she really needed him with her.but she wouldn't dare. Besides the embarrassment, there was also the inevitable 'I told you so' to deal with. "Okay. Well, when you get finished, maybe you could come find me?"
"Sure," he said in a distracted tone, moving his queen to put Dean into check.
"Thanks." She left him to wander down to the library.
She kept alert for any sign of Malfoy, but there was none. She had made herself scarce while not in classes for the past two days. It was easy enough to keep him at bay in the halls, as she always had Harry and Ron with her. She liked to think that she was in control, but if she were she wouldn't be feeling afraid, and she wouldn't be having the dreams..
That was another thing entirely. Hot, sweaty dreams that woke her up in the night and made going back to sleep impossible. She had had one that very morning, waking her at dawn, extremely uncomfortable, and wishing she had another Muggle device - one that ran on D batteries.
She managed to arrive at the library without any problems. Malfoy was nowhere to be found, much to her relief. This cheered her some, though in the back of her mind she felt some sort of sick disappointment that he wasn't there.
She set down her bag next to another on an empty table, and then headed into the stacks to look up some things for McGonagall's class. She had been asking so many questions, the frustrated professor had ordered her to 'Just look it up Granger!'
***
He had spent the better part of two evenings wasted in the library, waiting for that Gryffindor slut to grace his vision once again. She was afraid of him. This made Draco smile.
But the truth was if he didn't get another taste of her soon it wouldn't matter to him if he raped her in the halls in front of the entire school, just as long as she was his.
By chance, he had left the library to run to the bathroom, and when he returned, there was a bag sitting next to his. About bloody time. He knew everything about her, including what her school bag looked like. Apparently, she didn't know even the colour of his.
"My dear Hermione," Draco said softly to himself. "You should have stayed in."
He wove his way into the dense stacks, finding her in the transfiguration section, far in the back of the room. The library had been fairly empty to begin with, but there was not a living soul near the section. Her back was to him. He could see that she had dressed down for the excursion of knowledge, wearing her new skirt and a thin white blouse. He could see a black bra through the flimsy material. She was beautiful, and he would take her right there if he possibly could.
He stepped closer. He put a hand on her shoulder to twist her around. "Don't avoid me again."
She wore a look of abject horror. She dropped the book she had been holding. "I thought I told you not to touch me."
She attempted to shove him away, but he pushed her against the bookshelf. "And I thought I said I would touch you whenever I wanted."
***
No. Not again. A heat flared up between her legs, which slowly spread over her whole body. She felt her cheeks redden. Looking into his eyes, she saw something in that cold silver, and it scared and excited her at the same time.
Before she knew what she was doing, she initiated the kiss. Later she would remember that. She lunged against him, pressing her mouth to his hot lips. A low moan of surprise escaped from his throat. She plunged her tongue into his open mouth, taking him the same way he had taken her, and as half of her was lecturing, the other half didn't care.
***
Nothing surprised him more than when she gave herself to him, attacking him with her mouth. The vixen, he thought vaguely, before his brain clouded over with red. He pressed his body up against hers, his hips grinding into hers. She wrapped her arms around him, digging her fingernails into his back.
***
As she dug her nails into his back, Hermione felt him harden against her own heated privates. If their mouths hadn't been locked together, she would have been begging for him to take her right there, so she was relieved he was kissing her. Instead, a gasp got caught in her throat.
***
He smiled. I'd almost prefer it if you would struggle. Almost. He forced his mouth to pull away from hers, kissing that soft space behind her ear before nibbling gently on her earlobe. Her hips thrust forward at the contact. "Something you want, Granger?"
"Shut up."
***
He bit down harder. Her legs weakened, forcing her to hold him tighter, for fear of falling. I'm going to die, she thought. He nibbled at her a little more, traveling over her neck, down between the valley of her breasts as far as her shirt would allow. He reached up to undo the buttons. "No," she managed to gasp.
He ignored her. "You asked for this, Mudblood." Opening her shirt, despite her protests, nearly to her waist, he saw that the bra was not black, but navy blue. It suited her.
"Please don't," she begged.
He looked at her with an evil grin. "Then call for help. But I won't stop. Do you really want anyone to see you like this?" With his words he pulled the cup covering her left breast down under it, freeing perfection, soft and full, with a pert pink nipple just waiting for him to suckle.
***
Viktor, always the perfect gentleman, had never done anything like this. The one time he had touched her breast intimately he had apologized and backed down. At the time, she hadn't known how to tell him that she'd wanted more. But now she was getting a lot more than she had ever dreamed of.
From Malfoy.
***
The bitch quivered as he let his lips pass over her tit, his tongue grazing the nipple ever so lightly. He clamped down on it, sucking and licking. He glanced up at her face to see closed eyes, open mouth, flushed cheeks. How could I let this creature take hold of me like this? In the throws of passion, she was beautiful. He needed more.
He let his hand drop, moving up under her skirt on the inside of her leg. "No," she muttered, pushing his hand away.
"Yes." His hand returned to the same position.
Again, she pushed him away, twice. "No means *no.*" she said forcefully, pushing him away. She attempted to fix her clothes.
"I'm afraid that is no longer an option, Mudblood whore." He launched himself at her, again attacking her breast, biting and sucking harshly. She whimpered in pain as she tried to push him off.
When he backed off there was already a dark red hickey developing above her nipple. "That's your Dark Mark," he said hoarsely. "It makes you mine." His eyes were aflame with rage and lust.
"I'll never be yours, Malfoy." With that, she fixed her clothes and smoothed down her hair. "I'm not yours. I'm not anybody's."