A/N: A lemony chapter in the making for a long time! Sorry if its not so long…pretty short, but hopefully it'll be rather enjoyable. Have fun!
Chapter twenty-one: A Web of Hate
He smirked. That smirk…the one that could mean the difference between life and death, happiness and misery, love and hate. She absolutely hated that smirk. And further more, what reason does he have to smirk? What twisted, demented reason does he have to be looking at her in such a way that caused intense shivers to run down her spine? And, why, why did he have to look so damn good doing it?
No.
Hermione stopped herself there, in no way would Draco Malfoy ever appear attractive to her. Never. But back to the focus…what did he have planned for her? She was about to find out.
Draco reached forward, grabbing her wrist tight enough to leave a bruise. She nearly cried out in pain and shock but held back biting her tongue; the tang of a coppery taste filled her mouth. Pulling back Hermione poised her jaw defiantly; she was going nowhere with this snake. His eyes glistened menacingly. "Do you wish me to carry you Granger? I'm…more than willing." His voice played on the edge of flirtatious and Hermione found herself willing the flush creeping onto her face away. What is wrong with me? This is Malfoy. Agony… pain-supplying Malfoy. And with that thought, she spoke.
"Let's try kicking and screaming." Her voice had a determined edge to it that hadn't been present as of late. Surprised and delighted, he grinned.
"Kicking and screaming it is." It infuriated Hermione that he spoke these words so casually, as if merely repeating an order at a restaurant. However it infuriated her more when he threw her, kicking and screaming, over his broad shoulder.
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After hanging for what seemed miles off of Draco's shoulder, he seemed not to tire. Relentlessly stalking on as if he owned the place, he often tossed comments over his shoulder.
"Did I fill your order right enough Mudblood? It was kicking and screaming, am I right?"
After a good twenty minutes of walking…or in Hermione's case riding, she finally gave up and sagged onto his well-built shoulder. Here she lay for a good minute or so, until she felt Draco's hand rise cunningly up her robes and move steadily up her thigh. Ignoring the tingling sensations all throughout her body, she resumed her screaming.
"You bloody bastard! I swear on Merlin's name you will die by my hand. You are such a dull ferret, I don't even know how you manage to serve…." And it went on henceforth for a good twenty minutes before Draco, still grinning, tossed her in front of him.
He stepped forward dangerously and Hermione backed away until her back hit a solid oak door. Damn these doors and walls. She cursed silently though her distress must have shown through her face.
He stepped forward only an inch from her body then promptly closed the small gap so he was pressed tightly against her form. Putting his mouth next to her ear, he blew softly. "What's wrong, Granger? I'm only here to tell you the rules." Thanking God, Merlin, and everyone else that he had been given this job; he pressed his lips tightly to her own soft ones. Maneuvering his expertly, he began to pry her lips open while his hands attended to other business. Soon her shirt and robe lay on the stone tiled floor and they were both breathing heavily. It seemed something had snapped in them both. How much hate could one body, mind and soul take? Apparently a great deal, and it seemed all of the hate and anger was balled into one big web of sexual frustration; for their touches were not that of a lovers, they were angry, forbidden, dark and fuming.
She ripped his shirt down the middle and dug her nails deep into his toned back. Grimacing, he in turn bit her lip and caused a whimper to escape from her mouth. Breaking the suffocating and raw kiss, Draco moved his lips down her neck leaving a trail of painful welts and bite marks in his wake. The gasps of pain and pleasure erupting from her mouth was causing his pants uncomfortably tight, though with any luck they wouldn't be on too much longer. Seeming to read his thoughts, Hermione shoved him back and Draco allowed himself to be toppled over. Climbing on top of his topless form she whispered to him.
"I hate you."
"And I you."
His whisper was filled with hate, lust and desire and it spoke to Hermione. She ripped his black trousers off his muscular body so they both lay clad in their undergarments. Hermione wasn't quite sure when her skirt flew off but that was not of importance now. Looking up at Hermione, Draco smirked as they stared at each other for a moment. Her eyes were so filled with rage and desire and his matched hers eerily. Silver and brown clashed as they stared into the depths of matching hate and lust and as if someone had shouted 'GO' they began.
She straddled his waist and clenched her legs painfully around his hips. He pulled her down none-too-gently and kissed her hard before his lips and hands traveled to her chest. He pulled the tattered and torn bra off of her curvy breasts and wasted not a minute staring. His mouth moved over them and crossed the nipple, as he reached it he bit down hard enough to draw blood. She cried out in pain and agony and Draco took the opportunity to switch their positions so he was on top.
"Do you want me?" Her whimper was answer enough. Tearing off both his and her remaining garments, he slipped inside of her pumped hard and painfully. She screamed loudly and clenched her legs around him, willing him to stop and continue in one thought. It was pain and pleasure united, love and hate combined…it was the relationship of Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger.
A/N: soooo, how was it! Good I hope? Please leave me a review, I need to know that you like (or don't) where this story is going. Thanks!
Hermione::screams:
Draco::shouts:
Harry::looks around in confusion, shrugs, then shrieks at nothing in particular.: