Chapter 5: Teasing the pawn

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A/N: This is the chapter that most of you have been waiting for. I want to give a big thank you to my Beta reader DulcesoulSeeker. Wow, she really helped me out in this chapter. Gurl, what would I have done with out ya!!! Keep reading and reviewing. I love getting reviews. And now enjoy chapter 5.

The next morning started off as ordinary as any other. The Great Hall was boisterous, as usual. Everyone seemed to be enjoying their morning activities except for two young men, Harry and Ron. They sat at the other end of the table hardly talking. They hadn't seen Hermione for the morning and doubted that they would at lunch or dinner.

Harry poked at his breakfast, while Ron absentmindedly twirled his wand. Things weren't the same without Hermione. Without her the melancholy day seemed to go by extremely slow. The bond between then was slowly breaking. It used to be the three of them against all odds, now even a duo seemed as though it wouldn't survive. They were losing grip and it wasn't easy to let go. Harry, who was troubled by the silence spoke

"You know Ron, I been thinking. Maybe some things aren't to be meddled in."

Ron silently agreed.

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Hermione woke up at the crack of dawn. She had spent a restless night in bed tossing and turning replaying Malfoy's hurtful words. She needed to be somewhere other than her room, so she decided to head to her sanctuary, the library.

She got dressed and headed out her chambers. While strolling the halls, she spotted Harry and Ron. Their heads were hung low. She knew last night's episode was troubling them. She didn't want to meet them at this moment. Hermione instantly sped off in the opposite direction. She saw the pain that she caused her two best friends.

For the rest of the journey to the library, Hermione mentally chastised herself. Why did she have to say those things? Why did she have to hurt them? They didn't deserve it. Not wanting to deal with her problems, Hermione buried herself in a book and wallowed in her self pity until morning classes began unaware of what surprises it held.

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Draco was in his first class of the day, Transfiguration. Being Head Boy meant being paired up with the Head Girl, Hermione. While McGonagall was babbling on about Animagus', Draco let his eyes wander over to Hermione. She had positioned herself at the edge of the table, just so she could be far away from Draco.

It was quite obvious that Granger was afraid of him, but determined not to show it. "There goes that stupid Gryffindor courage," he thought.

It was time to show Granger that life was not all about books, school, and running around with Golden Boy and Weasel trying to safe the world. There were some new things that she had to learn and Draco was gladly willing to teach her.

The game of revenge was about to begin. Draco decided the best way to approach this was to test her stability. He wanted to see how well she functioned under pressure.

McGonagall turned her back on the class and as of now the games begin. Draco grabbed the bottom of her chair, pulling it towards him. Hermione looked up from her notebook, and in a split second she came face to face with this infamous Slytherin. All she could do was ogle at Malfoy. Suddenly she was paralyzed. She couldn't explain it; she was just stuck and fascinated with what was in front of her.

Hermione searched Draco's face. There was no doubt he was good looking. His face held no scratches or scars. His blond hair framed his face perfectly and those lips. Oh yes! Those scrumptious lips were enough to make you fall on your knees. Excluding the fact that Malfoy was an inscrutable, proud ass pureblood, he could be defined as sexy.

Hermione couldn't believe this was running through her head. Never in a million years would she have thought of Draco as.......simply irresistible.

Although his facial features were enticing, they weren't his most captivating. Hermione peered into those silver gray orbs and found her self lost. There was malice, pride, and lust sparkling in those pools.

Realizing how close she was to Malfoy, Hermione started to pull away, but his iron grip on the chair was too strong. She started to panic. Draco who noticed this leaned in toward her face and whispered into her ear.

"What's the matter Granger? Scared? Don't worry I don't bite."

With this said he licked her ear and brushed his lips on her neck, making her take in a sharp breath of air. She smelled like vanilla which made Draco want to bite down on her neck, but he couldn't. Not yet.

Draco was surprised at how alluring she was when she wasn't bitching. She was in the grips of her enemy and there was no escaping. He rested his hand on her thigh. He felt her body tense up under his touch. He began to stroke her thigh.

Hermione's skin was amazingly soft. Just like white chocolate, Granger was so tempting to touch. Draco wanted more of her. Just looking at her made him think about endless four play to drive her up a wall in ectasy, resulting in her screaming out in mad passion.

Snapping out of his sexual fantasies Draco realized that Hermione's breathing was ragged and he loved it that way. Malfoy took his index finger and ran it along the length of her thigh taking his finger all the way up, sending shivers up and down her spine.

Hermione was sure that by now she was blushing bright red. This was a bit too erotic for her. She had just experienced what Harry and Ron could never provide. Because she had never been so intimate with a male, this was extremely hard for her to handle and Malfoy being apart of this didn't make it easier.

If McGonagall happened to turn around, she wouldn't be able to explain her self. Hermione who realized what his motive was immediately closed her legs. The young Gryffindor put on a triumphant smile, which soon turned into a scowl.

He wore that infamous smirk that made her want to smack him. She thought she had won, but all she did was do exactly what he wanted her to do, give in then retaliate. She let out an aggravated sigh before McGonagall signaled that class was over. She hurriedly packed her books and headed off to the library. 'This isn't over,' she thought. She would have to stoop to Malfoy's level.

Draco, on the other hand was very pleased. Granger was quite a challenge. She didn't fall for the Malfoy charms, as most girls do. She was quite stubborn. Draco liked the rebellious type; it made the game much more fun to play. He would continue his game later but now he had some business to handle.

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It was getting late. Darkness started to envelop the Hogwarts grounds. The library would be closing soon, so Hermione decided to take her reading to her dorm.

She was so captivated in the book that she didn't even care to reflect on what happened earlier between herself and Malfoy or what might be waiting for her when she returned to the common room.

When she reached the Head Boy/Girl common room the fire was already lit. Making her self comfortable, Hermione took off her school robe, discarded of her tie, unbuttoned the top three buttons of her shirt, kicked off her shoes, and relaxed on her scarlet couch.

It was so quiet and peaceful, just the way she liked it. Hermione got caught up in her reading once more, not even realizing who was coming towards her.

In the bathroom, Draco had just stepped out of the shower. He dried himself and pulled on his black silk boxers. Upon stepping out of the bathroom he saw that Granger lay sprawled out on her couch near the fire place. The Spiteful Slytherin decided to finish what he didn't earlier that day.

Draco walked toward the couch, taking a seat at the edge of it. Granger didn't even feel his presence, so he took this opportunity to have more fun. Draco, making the least bit of noise, leaned his body closer to Hermione. Ouickly he snatched her book, tossed it aside, and yelled "Boo!"

Hermione nearly jumped out of her skin. She leaped up and saw Draco in front of her wearing nothing but black silk boxers. Granger was now breathing hard and clutching the sides of the couch. Her hair was dispersed all over her face and her legs were more than slightly open.

Draco just has to laugh at her present condition. "It's really amazing what a girl could do in the grips of her enemy." he thought.

For a moment Hermione just observed Draco's well-built body. His chest was firm, hard, and toned. His wet hair hung loosely, making him look incredibly sexy. His smooth pale skin glistened and his lips made it even harder to resist him. Hermione watched how the silky material of nightwear wrapped around his legs. His boxers hardly hid what lay beneath. Hermione was speechless. Complete awe, as some may describe it.

"Like what you see Granger?" he drawled.

Hermione immediately took a step to reality then shot him a glare. Draco's gray silver orbs roamed lazily over her body then stopped.

"Well, well Granger. Aren't we welcoming?" Draco hummed at her.

Hermione realized that her legs were open revealing more than she wanted to. She quickly closed them. Malfoy had seen enough already. Seeing Granger's reaction, Draco laughed. Hermione stood up and brushed her hair away from her face. Crossing her arms in front of her chest she asked. "What now?"

Lazily lying back he replied, "Nothing Granger. Nothing At all."

"Fine then I'll be leaving."

"No you won't"

Hermione began to walk away after this comment, but was then picked up and carried to another room. A room she had never been in and never dreamt of going to. It was Draco's dorm. It modeled her room, but the only exception was that the vast area was decorated in Slytherin colors. In the center of the room was a king size four poster bed, which Hermione now sat on. It was neatly made up with silk green sheets and a silver velvet comforter. Draco locked the door and strolled toward the bed.

"Let me out!" she yelled in fury.

"No" Draco simply replied, unaffected by Granger's yelling which would normally piss the shit out of him.

Hermione was furious. "Blasted fuck Malfoy. I don't have time for this" she bellowed.

Draco was surprised at her little amount of patience. He made a tsk-ing noise and stepped closer to her.

"Well you'll make time Granger, we have some unfinished business" he said closing the gap between them.

Malfoy this close to her, made Hermione nervous. She tried to keep her cool. She couldn't show Malfoy that she was intimidated, although she couldn't promise her self that. Those eyes were hypnotizing, and that was a fact. She tried to scurry off the bed but Malfoy was much quicker. He pulled Granger back and pinned her fist above her head. He leaned in towards her face, brushing his lips against Hermione's cheek before whispering in her ear. "Aren't we a bit feisty tonight?"

Hermione felt her heart flutter as Malfoy's hand slowly inched up and down her body. They were so close she could fell his erection in between her legs. Draco's wandering hands found themselves under her shirt. They began to inch dangerously close to her nipples. The sexual tension was too much for Hermione.

Whispering huskily into her ear, Draco said "Tell me Granger, tell me what you want me to do to you?"

Draco began to press himself harder against Hermione. He felt her shivering under him. He knew he was in control. Hermione was just a little pawn in this sick, twisted game. Draco began to plant kisses on her neck, while his free hand wandered under her skirt. Draco grazed his finger over her clit. It wasn't much but it was enough to make Hermione gasp. Repeating this action he whispered in her ear "Tell me Granger."

Hermione felt as thought she would burst any second. She wanted him to stop yet continue. She was screaming inside her head with passion and frustration.

"Dr..." she almost screamed his name but stopped herself.

"That's right Granger," Draco started "scream as loud as you want, no one will hear you."

Hermione bit her lip to prevent herself from another outburst. He had no idea what she felt like at that moment. Hermione was slowly giving in, until she started to reflect on the past. All the years that Malfoy had murdered her with his hatefulness made her want to participate in this little game and defeat Malfoy. It was time for payback.

Hermione collected herself and grabbed Draco's hand. She whispered back into his ear. "Now it's my turn"

Draco was surprised at her tone, but he let her continue. Hermione flipped on top of him and wrapped her shapely legs around his waist. She began to grind her hips, making Draco bite his lips. She leaned in forward and whispered silkily in his ears. "Now tell me what you want."

"Anything?" he whispered back.

"Anything" she replied.

Draco looked her deep in the eye and replied "I want all of you Granger, give me all that you have to offer."

"Was he fucking stupid. If Malfoy thinks I'm going to give him ALL of me then he better think again. That bloody bastard expects me to give it up to him, well he's going to get what's coming to him" she thought. Hermione put on a devilish smirk to hide what she really felt.

"Well, well Mr. Slytherin I have so much to offer you, including my innocence." She cooed before leaning in to kiss him.

Just before her lips were about to meet his, Draco stopped her and said. "That's an offer I can't turn down."

He then swooped her down into a hungry kiss. Draco explored every crevice of her mouth and still wanted more. Their tongues battled with each other. Granger may have been an annoying smart ass bitch, but she was a good kisser. Draco made a mental note to compliment her later on. He couldn't believe Granger would fall for him so easily. From her reaction In Transfiguration, he though it would be a challenge.

Hermione couldn't believe she was kissing a Slytherin, the most notorious Slytherin to grace the halls of Hogwarts since the days of Tom Riddle. Draco might have been a snotty, proud, malicious, mudblood hating ass hole, but bloody hell he was a great kisser.

Hermione could now fully understand why he had fucked almost the entire population of Slytherin girls by fifth year. By seventh year he had covered the Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, and half of the Gryffindors.

Hermione broke the kiss by biting his bottom lip, before whispering "I lied". Malfoy's eyes shot open revealing grey eyes which clouded over with anger.

"About what Granger" he said through clenched teeth.

"You know Malfoy, I expected better of you. Wanting to take what a filthy mudblood whore had to offer you. Well I lied when I told you I would give you all I had to offer. I have no intention to give you, especially you, all of me tonight." She sneered getting angry.

She stared into Draco's eyes. He was fuming however he didn't react to her statement. Hermione eased herself out of Malfoy's grips and proceeded to the door. Before walking out she turned to Draco and said

"Good night, babes."