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. (No, wait. This is the worst.
Maybe.) Unhappiness, sex, and violence ahead. You have all been
forewarned.
Chapter 10
Hermione was in agony over Malfoy. Yes, he was evil. He had never and had yet to treat her well (save for a few perfect kisses, of course). And yet he still tempted her more than any other had in her entire life.
Frustrated Virgin Syndrome, she finally decided.
But was sleeping with the enemy the cure? It was dinner, and Hermione looked over the crowds of people at the Slytherin table. She reached into her pocket and felt the pair of underwear in it. Still damp.
Yes. It was.
***
As the students all filed out of the hall at the end of the meal, Granger brushed up against Draco. She pushed something soft and moist into his hand. Students jostled him as he stopped to look at what he was holding. It was a pair of white cotton panties.
On rounds that night he paced impatiently. The scrap of white fabric he was holding had to have been an invitation. If it wasn't, Granger would have regretted that tongue piercing for the rest of her life, once he ripped it out.
At midnight he was rewarded. She came around the corner, school robes undone and flowing behind her, the full glory of her body revealed in her school uniform. "I still hate you, you know," she said in greeting.
"That's fine. I hate you more."
She blushed and looked at her feet. He liked the effect: young, shy. "Just wanted to make sure we both know where we stand." She pulled him close to her by his green and silver tie. "Let's get this over with," she whispered in his ear. Despite her confidence, there was fear.
That's right. Be afraid of me. Hate me. It will only make it better.
***
Hermione copied Malfoy's movements from the library, running her tongue over his neck and nipping at his ears. The tongue ring, which she had never really tried out on anyone, had an interesting effect on Malfoy. It made him moan and gasp and thrust his hips into hers. These were all things that she enjoyed.
As their mouths clashed, four hands frantically, without talent or skill, began to undress the two lust-filled teenagers. She managed to pull off his tie, but her shaking fingers did not want to work as she tried to unbutton his shirt.
He pulled her blouse out from her waistband, and his fingers, frantic as hers, had just as much trouble with her shirt. "Wait a minute," he finally breathed, pushing her away. "Damn, you are one hot bitch."
She frowned. "Yeah, I know."
"Why don't you do a little strip tease for me."
"Why don't we just take off our clothes?"
He hissed in anger. "Just take off the damn clothes! Now!"
"You don't have to be so pushy." She did take them off, slowly.unbearably slow, from the look on his face. You know you want it. Just wait a little bit longer. She dropped her blouse, leaving her naked from the waist up, save for her bra.
***
She looked so young, blushing in her simple white bra. He's dick was pressing so hard against his trousers, he knew that he could not last much longer. She started to unzip her skirt. "No," he said hoarsely. "Leave it on."
"Why?"
"Just trust me." He started to strip as fast as humanly possible. "Why don't you sit down, make yourself comfortable?" Her clothes, he noted, made a nice little nest on the cold, hard floor. After removing her bra she sat, legs crossed with hands folded in her lap, patiently waiting.
***
Hermione admired his toned chest as he nearly ripped off his shirt, but when his hands went to remove his pants, what had once seemed like a good plan to loose her virginity suddenly turned into a Really Bad Idea. She was sitting on the dungeon floor, half naked, waiting calmly for her mortal enemy to have sex with her. What am I doing? Granger, is this your idea of fun?
She almost bolted right then and there, but the little voice in the back of her head, which was still shouting out 'Stay!' won over common sense. He joined her, completely nude and completely excited, drawing her into his arms.
This time she let his hand travel up under her skirt. "Granger! No knickers?"
"What did you *think* I gave you at dinner?" His mouth covered hers, dipping his tongue into the warm wetness, while his hand crept up somewhere else. She stiffened in his arms. Just roll over and die now, Granger. You're never going to feel this good again.
***
He couldn't take it any longer. "You have no idea how much I hate you," she hissed in a passion.
"Why?"
"For making me feel this good."
Now. It had to be now. "I can fix that."
She gasped as he pushed her onto her back. Panic overtook her eyes. "I changed my mind," she said uneasily. "Stop. Please."
He had her pinned down tightly. "Too late."
***
He was not gentle. More like he had forgotten that he was drilling into an actual person. A person who was crying long before he was spent. He muffled his moans and grunts in her hair, then lay still on top of her shaking body before rolling away.
"Was it good for you too?" He started laughing softly.
She cried harder as she sat up, the horror of what had just happened sinking in. "Fuck you, Malfoy! Fuck you!"
"You just did." He continued to laugh. "No, wait a minute. *I* fucked *you*. How could I have gotten that mixed up?"
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" she screamed, her voice echoing down the hall. "You just think you're so wonderful. Taking whatever you want, damn who you hurt in the process. Well, you're not going to hurt me again. I'm not going to let you."
"That's where you're wrong, little girl." He got up and quickly got dressed. "I own you. I can have you whenever I want. Isn't that right?"
Sore and cold and crying, she wasn't quite sure. "Please don't tell anyone about this," she said instead.
He finished buttoning up his shirt. "Let anyone know I had sex with a Gryffindor Mudblood? Do you want me to loose my reputation?" He turned his back on her and began to walk away. "See you in class, Granger."
Chapter 10
Hermione was in agony over Malfoy. Yes, he was evil. He had never and had yet to treat her well (save for a few perfect kisses, of course). And yet he still tempted her more than any other had in her entire life.
Frustrated Virgin Syndrome, she finally decided.
But was sleeping with the enemy the cure? It was dinner, and Hermione looked over the crowds of people at the Slytherin table. She reached into her pocket and felt the pair of underwear in it. Still damp.
Yes. It was.
***
As the students all filed out of the hall at the end of the meal, Granger brushed up against Draco. She pushed something soft and moist into his hand. Students jostled him as he stopped to look at what he was holding. It was a pair of white cotton panties.
On rounds that night he paced impatiently. The scrap of white fabric he was holding had to have been an invitation. If it wasn't, Granger would have regretted that tongue piercing for the rest of her life, once he ripped it out.
At midnight he was rewarded. She came around the corner, school robes undone and flowing behind her, the full glory of her body revealed in her school uniform. "I still hate you, you know," she said in greeting.
"That's fine. I hate you more."
She blushed and looked at her feet. He liked the effect: young, shy. "Just wanted to make sure we both know where we stand." She pulled him close to her by his green and silver tie. "Let's get this over with," she whispered in his ear. Despite her confidence, there was fear.
That's right. Be afraid of me. Hate me. It will only make it better.
***
Hermione copied Malfoy's movements from the library, running her tongue over his neck and nipping at his ears. The tongue ring, which she had never really tried out on anyone, had an interesting effect on Malfoy. It made him moan and gasp and thrust his hips into hers. These were all things that she enjoyed.
As their mouths clashed, four hands frantically, without talent or skill, began to undress the two lust-filled teenagers. She managed to pull off his tie, but her shaking fingers did not want to work as she tried to unbutton his shirt.
He pulled her blouse out from her waistband, and his fingers, frantic as hers, had just as much trouble with her shirt. "Wait a minute," he finally breathed, pushing her away. "Damn, you are one hot bitch."
She frowned. "Yeah, I know."
"Why don't you do a little strip tease for me."
"Why don't we just take off our clothes?"
He hissed in anger. "Just take off the damn clothes! Now!"
"You don't have to be so pushy." She did take them off, slowly.unbearably slow, from the look on his face. You know you want it. Just wait a little bit longer. She dropped her blouse, leaving her naked from the waist up, save for her bra.
***
She looked so young, blushing in her simple white bra. He's dick was pressing so hard against his trousers, he knew that he could not last much longer. She started to unzip her skirt. "No," he said hoarsely. "Leave it on."
"Why?"
"Just trust me." He started to strip as fast as humanly possible. "Why don't you sit down, make yourself comfortable?" Her clothes, he noted, made a nice little nest on the cold, hard floor. After removing her bra she sat, legs crossed with hands folded in her lap, patiently waiting.
***
Hermione admired his toned chest as he nearly ripped off his shirt, but when his hands went to remove his pants, what had once seemed like a good plan to loose her virginity suddenly turned into a Really Bad Idea. She was sitting on the dungeon floor, half naked, waiting calmly for her mortal enemy to have sex with her. What am I doing? Granger, is this your idea of fun?
She almost bolted right then and there, but the little voice in the back of her head, which was still shouting out 'Stay!' won over common sense. He joined her, completely nude and completely excited, drawing her into his arms.
This time she let his hand travel up under her skirt. "Granger! No knickers?"
"What did you *think* I gave you at dinner?" His mouth covered hers, dipping his tongue into the warm wetness, while his hand crept up somewhere else. She stiffened in his arms. Just roll over and die now, Granger. You're never going to feel this good again.
***
He couldn't take it any longer. "You have no idea how much I hate you," she hissed in a passion.
"Why?"
"For making me feel this good."
Now. It had to be now. "I can fix that."
She gasped as he pushed her onto her back. Panic overtook her eyes. "I changed my mind," she said uneasily. "Stop. Please."
He had her pinned down tightly. "Too late."
***
He was not gentle. More like he had forgotten that he was drilling into an actual person. A person who was crying long before he was spent. He muffled his moans and grunts in her hair, then lay still on top of her shaking body before rolling away.
"Was it good for you too?" He started laughing softly.
She cried harder as she sat up, the horror of what had just happened sinking in. "Fuck you, Malfoy! Fuck you!"
"You just did." He continued to laugh. "No, wait a minute. *I* fucked *you*. How could I have gotten that mixed up?"
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" she screamed, her voice echoing down the hall. "You just think you're so wonderful. Taking whatever you want, damn who you hurt in the process. Well, you're not going to hurt me again. I'm not going to let you."
"That's where you're wrong, little girl." He got up and quickly got dressed. "I own you. I can have you whenever I want. Isn't that right?"
Sore and cold and crying, she wasn't quite sure. "Please don't tell anyone about this," she said instead.
He finished buttoning up his shirt. "Let anyone know I had sex with a Gryffindor Mudblood? Do you want me to loose my reputation?" He turned his back on her and began to walk away. "See you in class, Granger."