Chapter 15 - Maybe Leather Really Is Your Style
"Dammit . . . according to this bloody map, the stupid door should be right here, but is it? Oh no, of course not, that would actually be logical." Hermione glared at the wall, because after running through every spell she had ever memorized and even after trying a few that she was fairly sure weren't in any books, after triple checking her coordinates, she was about ready to give up. "Maybe, it's just as well, after all, what would I say to him . . . 'HI Draco, I couldn't sleep because of you, so even though I know that I shouldn't even be out of my house at night, I decided to break into your room to what . . . interrogate you, flirt with you or hell, outright jump you?' She smirked for a moment, before thinking, If he doesn't laugh at me, he might very well report me or think I've lost my mind." Sighing, she leaned against the dammed wall . . . only to suddenly find herself falling through it, to land head first on a plush carpeted floor.
Draco lying sprawled out on his stomach, looked up from his arthimarcy homework to the very strange sight of his wall seemingly evaporating, sending a Hermione dressed in leather literally tumbling into his room, before the gray particles condensed back to reform as a seamless section of the wall. Arching an eyebrow, he calmly put out his lit cigarette out in the conveniently located ashtray, using his remote control turned off the music that was playing, before pushing himself up and untangling his limbs to stand up and walk over to her, as she rolled herself over onto her back. Looking down at her, Draco bit the inside of his check to stop himself from laughing.
"Now I know that you want my body, Hermione, but really my dear, instead of breaking into my room to ravage me, you had only to ask," he commented dryly, unable to resist smirking at the very end.
"Draco, get over yourself for a minute and help me up." Hermione bit back, all too aware that she was literally lying at his feet and that he was only half dressed . . .
"Yes, your ladyship," he bit back his laughter as he leaned down, to pull her up to her feet.
Standing again, Hermione's hands slid down her leather clad legs, as she brushed away the non-existent dust particles, eyes lowered to the floor, as she tried to act as normally as possible under the circumstances.
Draco's head was tilted slightly, as he hooked his thumbs in the belt loops of his beat up black jeans, while he waited for her explanation, the smile on his face growing with his anticipation. Showing up at his room, dressed in tight fitting black leather pants, with a low cut black top that clung to all the right curves, at this hour?!? Unless he missed his guess entirely, Miss Granger was definitely embracing her darker impulses and he couldn't have been more pleased.
Damn him, why doesn't he say something, Hermione asked herself. Sneaking a peak at him through her eyelashes, she gasped & bit her lip, as she realized that he was nicely cut, reluctantly dragging her eyes up higher, she noticed his smirk, before her eyes locked with his.
Watching her watching him, Draco couldn't help but be amused, as he stared back at her, but he had to hold back his groan as he watched her tongue dart out to lick her lips. Feeling himself harden slightly, he suddenly began moving towards the bed to light another cigarette, in an effort to calm himself.
"Ummm, you're not going to ask me what I'm doing over here," Hermione asked, slightly put out, as she walked over towards the bed, where he sat smoking a cigarette, seemingly ignoring her.
Taking a deep drag, he sighed, releasing smoke that slowly drifted to the ceiling, before responding in a slightly bored tone that belied his true emotional state, "well, I figured that you'd tell me when you were ready." Without sparing her a glance, he grabbed his remote control & turned the music back on, but he lowered the volume to a conversational level.
"What are we listening to?" Hermione tried again, as she tried to figure out why he was ignoring her.
"The Buzzcocks 'Ever Fallen in Love With Someone You Shouldn't'." After a brief but heavy pause, he looked over to see a blank expression on her face, one corner of his mouth quirked upward and he continued, "British muggle punk band, from the 70's. You do know what punk is, right Granger?" At the negative shake of her head, he laughed, "ahhh Hermione, there is more to life that studying, you do know that much at least, right?"
"Hey, that studying has more than paid off for me and I do other things too," Hermione was beginning to get annoyed now - here she was sitting on his bed, looking pretty damn good and all he could do was either ignore her or laugh at her.
Leaning back against the wall with his legs stretched out in front of him, Draco looked at her, sitting so primly on the very edge of his bed, as Sisters of Mercy began streaming out of his stereo. "Oh calm down, I'm only teasing you." She shot him a look that could kill, so he restrained his laughter as he put up his hands in mock surrender and asked her, "Do you like this song?"
"Why? What is it more punk?" Hermione bit back, still glaring at him, as if daring him to laugh.
Biting his check, he answered, "Nope, it's more gothic. Do you like it?"
"It's ok," she replied, suspiciously.
"Ok, as a peace offering, do you want to go to a concert and hear them live?" Draco's voice was very steady, as he consciously was keeping it very calm.
Hermione stilled, as thoughts began rolling through her head. Was Draco actually asking out on a date? What should she do? Did she actually dare accept? When she realized that he was waiting for her response, she suddenly began babbling, "ummm, when, because you know we have that test coming up in arthimarcy and now we have that project for Snape and you know we aren't really allowed out of school and I wouldn't know what to wear & it's not like I have a lot of money, and - "
Draco smiled, despite himself, after observing Hermione, he could tell that she wanted to come, but was just stalling. "Well, it's after our arthimarcy test, but before out Potions project is due, but considering that we're the best students in that class, it shouldn't be that much of a problem and the show is on a weekend, so I can make sure we'll be fine on that account. You can wear what you're wearing now, trust me, it'll be just fine and since I invited you, I'll take care of paying, so all you really have to worry about is saying that you'll come with me."
"Ummm, ok, in that case . . . yes?" Hermione despite her best efforts, couldn't keep her voice from squeaking on that last word.
Putting out his cigarette, Draco's smile broadened, as he popped a quick tic-tac in his mouth, because fresh breath is always a priority. He leaned back against the wall that his bed adjacent to, having being pushed in the corner of his room, as Hermione continued to sit almost as far away from him as she could. "Great, now that is settled, what did you want to talk to me about?"
Hermione was only partially listening to him, as her thoughts whirled around inside her head. She was somehow going out on a date, off school grounds to a club, probably muggle with Draco Malfoy?!?!? Who even knew that he listened to muggle bands? Or that he would go out with a Muggle born, more specifically her - I mean ok, so they were flirting and even messing around a bit, but for him to have asked me out on a date?!?! What the hell is going on?"
"Hermione?" Draco looked at he for a moment, before he recognized that familiar far off look in her eyes - translated it meant that she was talking to herself again. Smirking he began again, having decided to try something out, "yeah, so after the concert, we'll go to a fetish club, you'll look so good chained up against the wall, naked except for a collar, writhing in a combination of pleasure & pain -"
"What?!?" Exploded Hermione, turning her head to directly stare at him.
Draco began laughing, even after Hermione punched him in the leg, she may be trying to hide it now, but he saw that brief flare of interest in her eyes and it wasn't something that he would easily forget. "What? Oh, come on, you know you weren't even listening to me for most of that, anyway and at least it got your attention," Draco defended himself. "Besides," began with a mostly sexy and only slightly lewd grin, "I happen to think that you'd look damn good in chains," his eyes narrowed and grew darker, as his eyes imprisoned hers with his own, " or maybe, you're right, maybe leather is more your style."
His hand reached up to play with the few tendrils of hair that spilled free of the careless knotted style she had spent 45 minutes struggling over to get just right. Subconsciously, she slightly tilting her head to give him better access, sighing as his fingers slid down her face, before he slowly dragged the back of his fingertips down the pale white column of her neck, then delicately across the high rise of breasts revealed by her low cut shirt. Feeling himself harden again, he kept eyes contact with, noting with satisfaction as her cimimion eyes began to darken with desire. Stunned, Hermione stared at him for a moment longer, before shaking her head slightly, breaking free of his intense stare. "Ummm, I think maybe I should be getting back to my house, since it is pretty late and all now," Hermione's voice was husky and hesitant as she slowly began rising to her feet to leave.
But she was just a bit too slow , because when she stood up, Draco was already standing in front of her, as she stared at him in surprise, he quirked a quick half-smile, "what? You really don't think that I'm going to let you wander the school in *that* outfit, especially though the Slytheryn house, do you? Come on, Hermione, you knew exactly what you wanted when you came looking for me in my room, at this hour, dressed like that and I'd really hate to disappoint." Sardonically smiling, he gave her a push strong enough to knock her backwards onto his bed, where he quickly straddled her body, and grabbed her wrist in one hand pulling them back and holding them down over her head, effectively pinning her to the bed, beneath him. Squirming and kicking, Hermione did her best to dislodge him, but he weighed too much and panting she laid there acquiescent, but only for the moment, glaring up at him, "Get the fuck off me, Malfoy, before I scream this place down!"
"Scream all you want, Hermione, but no one, except for me will hear you and that is just well, I suppose because I'm feeling a bit possessive where you're concerned and this way, when you scream and I promise you that you *will* scream, it will be just for me. This room is completely soundproofed, that is how I can listen to the music or," giving her a meaningful look, "do other things, without waking everyone else up." Draco smirked as his free hand cupped her left breast, his fingers teasing her erect nipple though the thin material of her shirt and he lowered his body down on top of hers. One of his legs sliding between hers, while he drew his tongue slowly across her neck, before whispering into her ear, "besides, if you're honest then you'll admit that last thing you really want is for me to let you go."
Pulling back a bit, his face hung in the air, mere inches away from here, she could feel his warm breath that escaped his lips brush hers, even as his fingers played her nipple, squeezing it, circling it gently, before suddenly pinching it hard. Unable to stop herself, she felt her body arch upwards closer to his warmth, in response Draco slid his free hand up under her shirt, "Hmmm, no bra I see." Grinning when she refused to acknowledge him, his fingers began soothing her sore flesh, before beginning that insidious teasing and torment that he was so good at, her body began to relax under his touch. When he suddenly he pinched her nipple this time, cruelly twisted it and holding it painfully until she sharply gasped. Once again his touch began gentle, but Hermione refused to look him in the eye, she tightly clenched her eyes shut, even as she tried to pull her hands free - testing her bonds, so to speak, in a futile effort. His grip was too strong and she realized that she was enjoying this, enjoying what Draco was doing to her, she liked knowing that she couldn't get away and she definitely the way he was making her feel - the pleasure and the pain. Ideas which was slightly troubling, but as he continued to play with her body, she found herself unable to focus on it anymore.
In her self-imposed darkness, it seemed all of her other senses were in overdrive - she could hear his ragged breathing above and feel the warmth and heaviness of his body through her clothing, the smoothness of his taunt skin where it met hers, the contrast between his denim covered leg that was slowly rubbing between her leather clad legs. She felt lost in a haze of need, as something deep inside of her began to burn and she knew that she needed more, but not quite what. One of her legs slowly twined around his, pulling him more tightly against herself and she heard herself moan - because this was better, but still not enough. She slowly opened her eyes to see him staring down on her in what she could only describe as predatorily, as he began to grind more forcefully against her core and her body involuntarily ached up towards his in response. "Good girl," he whispered to her, before his mouth suddenly moved over hers, claiming her lips for his own.
"Dammit . . . according to this bloody map, the stupid door should be right here, but is it? Oh no, of course not, that would actually be logical." Hermione glared at the wall, because after running through every spell she had ever memorized and even after trying a few that she was fairly sure weren't in any books, after triple checking her coordinates, she was about ready to give up. "Maybe, it's just as well, after all, what would I say to him . . . 'HI Draco, I couldn't sleep because of you, so even though I know that I shouldn't even be out of my house at night, I decided to break into your room to what . . . interrogate you, flirt with you or hell, outright jump you?' She smirked for a moment, before thinking, If he doesn't laugh at me, he might very well report me or think I've lost my mind." Sighing, she leaned against the dammed wall . . . only to suddenly find herself falling through it, to land head first on a plush carpeted floor.
Draco lying sprawled out on his stomach, looked up from his arthimarcy homework to the very strange sight of his wall seemingly evaporating, sending a Hermione dressed in leather literally tumbling into his room, before the gray particles condensed back to reform as a seamless section of the wall. Arching an eyebrow, he calmly put out his lit cigarette out in the conveniently located ashtray, using his remote control turned off the music that was playing, before pushing himself up and untangling his limbs to stand up and walk over to her, as she rolled herself over onto her back. Looking down at her, Draco bit the inside of his check to stop himself from laughing.
"Now I know that you want my body, Hermione, but really my dear, instead of breaking into my room to ravage me, you had only to ask," he commented dryly, unable to resist smirking at the very end.
"Draco, get over yourself for a minute and help me up." Hermione bit back, all too aware that she was literally lying at his feet and that he was only half dressed . . .
"Yes, your ladyship," he bit back his laughter as he leaned down, to pull her up to her feet.
Standing again, Hermione's hands slid down her leather clad legs, as she brushed away the non-existent dust particles, eyes lowered to the floor, as she tried to act as normally as possible under the circumstances.
Draco's head was tilted slightly, as he hooked his thumbs in the belt loops of his beat up black jeans, while he waited for her explanation, the smile on his face growing with his anticipation. Showing up at his room, dressed in tight fitting black leather pants, with a low cut black top that clung to all the right curves, at this hour?!? Unless he missed his guess entirely, Miss Granger was definitely embracing her darker impulses and he couldn't have been more pleased.
Damn him, why doesn't he say something, Hermione asked herself. Sneaking a peak at him through her eyelashes, she gasped & bit her lip, as she realized that he was nicely cut, reluctantly dragging her eyes up higher, she noticed his smirk, before her eyes locked with his.
Watching her watching him, Draco couldn't help but be amused, as he stared back at her, but he had to hold back his groan as he watched her tongue dart out to lick her lips. Feeling himself harden slightly, he suddenly began moving towards the bed to light another cigarette, in an effort to calm himself.
"Ummm, you're not going to ask me what I'm doing over here," Hermione asked, slightly put out, as she walked over towards the bed, where he sat smoking a cigarette, seemingly ignoring her.
Taking a deep drag, he sighed, releasing smoke that slowly drifted to the ceiling, before responding in a slightly bored tone that belied his true emotional state, "well, I figured that you'd tell me when you were ready." Without sparing her a glance, he grabbed his remote control & turned the music back on, but he lowered the volume to a conversational level.
"What are we listening to?" Hermione tried again, as she tried to figure out why he was ignoring her.
"The Buzzcocks 'Ever Fallen in Love With Someone You Shouldn't'." After a brief but heavy pause, he looked over to see a blank expression on her face, one corner of his mouth quirked upward and he continued, "British muggle punk band, from the 70's. You do know what punk is, right Granger?" At the negative shake of her head, he laughed, "ahhh Hermione, there is more to life that studying, you do know that much at least, right?"
"Hey, that studying has more than paid off for me and I do other things too," Hermione was beginning to get annoyed now - here she was sitting on his bed, looking pretty damn good and all he could do was either ignore her or laugh at her.
Leaning back against the wall with his legs stretched out in front of him, Draco looked at her, sitting so primly on the very edge of his bed, as Sisters of Mercy began streaming out of his stereo. "Oh calm down, I'm only teasing you." She shot him a look that could kill, so he restrained his laughter as he put up his hands in mock surrender and asked her, "Do you like this song?"
"Why? What is it more punk?" Hermione bit back, still glaring at him, as if daring him to laugh.
Biting his check, he answered, "Nope, it's more gothic. Do you like it?"
"It's ok," she replied, suspiciously.
"Ok, as a peace offering, do you want to go to a concert and hear them live?" Draco's voice was very steady, as he consciously was keeping it very calm.
Hermione stilled, as thoughts began rolling through her head. Was Draco actually asking out on a date? What should she do? Did she actually dare accept? When she realized that he was waiting for her response, she suddenly began babbling, "ummm, when, because you know we have that test coming up in arthimarcy and now we have that project for Snape and you know we aren't really allowed out of school and I wouldn't know what to wear & it's not like I have a lot of money, and - "
Draco smiled, despite himself, after observing Hermione, he could tell that she wanted to come, but was just stalling. "Well, it's after our arthimarcy test, but before out Potions project is due, but considering that we're the best students in that class, it shouldn't be that much of a problem and the show is on a weekend, so I can make sure we'll be fine on that account. You can wear what you're wearing now, trust me, it'll be just fine and since I invited you, I'll take care of paying, so all you really have to worry about is saying that you'll come with me."
"Ummm, ok, in that case . . . yes?" Hermione despite her best efforts, couldn't keep her voice from squeaking on that last word.
Putting out his cigarette, Draco's smile broadened, as he popped a quick tic-tac in his mouth, because fresh breath is always a priority. He leaned back against the wall that his bed adjacent to, having being pushed in the corner of his room, as Hermione continued to sit almost as far away from him as she could. "Great, now that is settled, what did you want to talk to me about?"
Hermione was only partially listening to him, as her thoughts whirled around inside her head. She was somehow going out on a date, off school grounds to a club, probably muggle with Draco Malfoy?!?!? Who even knew that he listened to muggle bands? Or that he would go out with a Muggle born, more specifically her - I mean ok, so they were flirting and even messing around a bit, but for him to have asked me out on a date?!?! What the hell is going on?"
"Hermione?" Draco looked at he for a moment, before he recognized that familiar far off look in her eyes - translated it meant that she was talking to herself again. Smirking he began again, having decided to try something out, "yeah, so after the concert, we'll go to a fetish club, you'll look so good chained up against the wall, naked except for a collar, writhing in a combination of pleasure & pain -"
"What?!?" Exploded Hermione, turning her head to directly stare at him.
Draco began laughing, even after Hermione punched him in the leg, she may be trying to hide it now, but he saw that brief flare of interest in her eyes and it wasn't something that he would easily forget. "What? Oh, come on, you know you weren't even listening to me for most of that, anyway and at least it got your attention," Draco defended himself. "Besides," began with a mostly sexy and only slightly lewd grin, "I happen to think that you'd look damn good in chains," his eyes narrowed and grew darker, as his eyes imprisoned hers with his own, " or maybe, you're right, maybe leather is more your style."
His hand reached up to play with the few tendrils of hair that spilled free of the careless knotted style she had spent 45 minutes struggling over to get just right. Subconsciously, she slightly tilting her head to give him better access, sighing as his fingers slid down her face, before he slowly dragged the back of his fingertips down the pale white column of her neck, then delicately across the high rise of breasts revealed by her low cut shirt. Feeling himself harden again, he kept eyes contact with, noting with satisfaction as her cimimion eyes began to darken with desire. Stunned, Hermione stared at him for a moment longer, before shaking her head slightly, breaking free of his intense stare. "Ummm, I think maybe I should be getting back to my house, since it is pretty late and all now," Hermione's voice was husky and hesitant as she slowly began rising to her feet to leave.
But she was just a bit too slow , because when she stood up, Draco was already standing in front of her, as she stared at him in surprise, he quirked a quick half-smile, "what? You really don't think that I'm going to let you wander the school in *that* outfit, especially though the Slytheryn house, do you? Come on, Hermione, you knew exactly what you wanted when you came looking for me in my room, at this hour, dressed like that and I'd really hate to disappoint." Sardonically smiling, he gave her a push strong enough to knock her backwards onto his bed, where he quickly straddled her body, and grabbed her wrist in one hand pulling them back and holding them down over her head, effectively pinning her to the bed, beneath him. Squirming and kicking, Hermione did her best to dislodge him, but he weighed too much and panting she laid there acquiescent, but only for the moment, glaring up at him, "Get the fuck off me, Malfoy, before I scream this place down!"
"Scream all you want, Hermione, but no one, except for me will hear you and that is just well, I suppose because I'm feeling a bit possessive where you're concerned and this way, when you scream and I promise you that you *will* scream, it will be just for me. This room is completely soundproofed, that is how I can listen to the music or," giving her a meaningful look, "do other things, without waking everyone else up." Draco smirked as his free hand cupped her left breast, his fingers teasing her erect nipple though the thin material of her shirt and he lowered his body down on top of hers. One of his legs sliding between hers, while he drew his tongue slowly across her neck, before whispering into her ear, "besides, if you're honest then you'll admit that last thing you really want is for me to let you go."
Pulling back a bit, his face hung in the air, mere inches away from here, she could feel his warm breath that escaped his lips brush hers, even as his fingers played her nipple, squeezing it, circling it gently, before suddenly pinching it hard. Unable to stop herself, she felt her body arch upwards closer to his warmth, in response Draco slid his free hand up under her shirt, "Hmmm, no bra I see." Grinning when she refused to acknowledge him, his fingers began soothing her sore flesh, before beginning that insidious teasing and torment that he was so good at, her body began to relax under his touch. When he suddenly he pinched her nipple this time, cruelly twisted it and holding it painfully until she sharply gasped. Once again his touch began gentle, but Hermione refused to look him in the eye, she tightly clenched her eyes shut, even as she tried to pull her hands free - testing her bonds, so to speak, in a futile effort. His grip was too strong and she realized that she was enjoying this, enjoying what Draco was doing to her, she liked knowing that she couldn't get away and she definitely the way he was making her feel - the pleasure and the pain. Ideas which was slightly troubling, but as he continued to play with her body, she found herself unable to focus on it anymore.
In her self-imposed darkness, it seemed all of her other senses were in overdrive - she could hear his ragged breathing above and feel the warmth and heaviness of his body through her clothing, the smoothness of his taunt skin where it met hers, the contrast between his denim covered leg that was slowly rubbing between her leather clad legs. She felt lost in a haze of need, as something deep inside of her began to burn and she knew that she needed more, but not quite what. One of her legs slowly twined around his, pulling him more tightly against herself and she heard herself moan - because this was better, but still not enough. She slowly opened her eyes to see him staring down on her in what she could only describe as predatorily, as he began to grind more forcefully against her core and her body involuntarily ached up towards his in response. "Good girl," he whispered to her, before his mouth suddenly moved over hers, claiming her lips for his own.