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Chapter 17 - The Tease
"So please don't listen to me, there is no such thing as human debris I know I'm not broken, a little cracked, but that amounts to nothing I want to laugh, I'm not joking Oh yeah, I'm not broken, a little cracked, it's just a token"
Draco was sitting up in bed and looked over at the grandfather that showed it was 6 am already, he'd been up for about an hour, purely out of habit, but Hermione was still sound asleep next to him. As much as he hated the idea, he knew it was past the time, when he should have woken her up so she could get back to her room. Sighing, he turned the music even lower, before leaning back and twisting to his side, so he was laying down next to her again, propped up on one arm. Reaching out with one arm, he gently brushed away a few stray strands of hair, lying across her still sleeping face. "Hermione," his voice was barely audible, but she must have registered it on some level, since she mumbled some sound of discontent and pulled his blanket up above her head. Draco smirked at this small sign of rebellion on her part, before he yanked the blanket off her body and she instantly shot to an upright position.
"Oh my God! It is *freezing*, give me back that blanket this second!!!"
Draco's smirk only grew upon hearing the outrage in her voice, but since she was shivering and had that certain gleam in her eyes that promised pay back, he obliged and held back his laughter, as he watched her quickly wrapping it around herself. "What did you expect? This is the bloody dungeon after all," he asked with a sarcastic smile.
She rolled her eyes at him, before she got a glimpse of the time, "Oh my God, it's after six, already!!! Why didn't you wake me up!?!" She gasped out in horror, pulling the blanket back over her head as she fell backwards onto the pillow, with a little moan.
Laughing down at her, Draco answered, "I did wake you up and you yelled at me for my trouble, remember?"
Peeking out from under his blanket, she shot him a dirty look, before she got up, dragging the blanket with her as she began searching for her clothes.
Draco watched as she found her shirt first and put it on. "Besides you looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you up, until I had to."
Without looking back at him, she laughed, "Yeah, right. I'm sure that is why you decided wake me up, by letting me nearly freeze to death by stealing the blanket."
Smirking at her back, he watched as she held her leather pants in one hand and the blanket still wrapped around her tightly in the other, wondering when she would ask the obvious question.
"Draco, do you know where the hell my underwear wound up?"
Yep, that would be the question. "Nope, did you look under the bed?" He lied with just that perfect amount of confusion in his voice, since they were safely buried in the bottom of his closet.
She looked over her shoulder at him, with a suspicious glance, before lying her pants on the bed and bending over to check under the bed, holding the blanket to make sure she was fully hidden from his angle.
"They're not there either."
"Hmmm, well they have to be here somewhere right?"
She sat down on the bed, still looking suspiciously at him.
"What?" He raised his hands innocently.
"Why don't I believe you, hmmm?"
"Hermione, why would I steal your underwear?"
"I don't know," she began before looking at the clock again, "Damn, I have to get back to my room, before anyone wakes up!"
"Well then, it looks like you'll have to go without your underwear, I guess." Draco answered calmly, as he stood up and walked over to his closet to grab a shirt for himself, closing his eyes briefly at thought of Hermione wearing nothing but leather.
Her eyes opened as if she hadn't ever considered the idea, "But -" she began hesitantly.
"What?" He asked, "I do it all the time, when I'm in a hurry."
"Yeah, I guess it's once, just this once." She answered slowly, before making the decision and quickly putting on her pants. Standing up, she still felt undressed, wearing nothing but the leather against that most sensitive part of herself. "Do I look ok?" She asked him standing up in front of him, now fully dressed, well almost, anyway.
"Ok?" He laughed, "no, Hermione, you look gorgeous, as always."
"Ummm, well, ok. I guess I should get going now, I'll umm see you in class, I guess." The words came out awkwardly, but she Hermione felt a bit out of depths, as she ran her hands through her, trying to smooth it out, because this was hardly an every day event for her.
Hiding his smile, Draco turned back to her, "how about we meet before potions again, ok?"
"Yeah, I guess that would be ok," she answered, gathering up the invisibility cloak and the Marauder's Map, as she began walking back to the wall that she had come through. "Ummm, Draco, do you know how to make this wall work?"
"Oh that? Yeah, it's just like getting to platform 9 ¾, you just walk through it confidentially."
She turned back to look at him, only he was suddenly standing inches away from her, blocking the wall. Looking up at him, still only half dressed, she stared up at him, trying to avoid his well-defined chest and a soft, "Oh," spilled from her lips.
"What? On no, Hermione, you didn't really think I'd let you leave without me getting goodbye kiss, at the very least did you?" His warm breath gently brushing against her lips, as he looked down at her with those molten silver eyes. One hand slipped beneath her hair, tilting her head back to face his own, while the other snuck between her thighs, and began rubbing her through the warm leather.
Hermione's breath grew shallow as she looked up into his eyes and felt a tendril of desire begin to rise up inside of her, from where his fingers kept insistently rubbing against her, as he leaned down to capture her lips in a fiercely possessive kiss.
Draco almost smiled as he felt her beginning to respond against him and he resisted the urge to slip his fingers into her pants and drag her back to bed, because after all, this was just the teaser. Her tongue began to duel with his, as she moaned against him. He felt himself hardening yet again, as he continued to rub her harder and he slipped his other hand under her shirt as he began to torture her nipples again, always starting off gentle, before tightly pinching them, only to soothe them again. She dropped what she was carrying as she began running her hands across his warm flesh. Draco, himself, had to hold back his own moan, when she lightly began scraping her nails down his chest.
He wasn't sure how long he'd be able to hold back, when he suddenly felt the moisture of her arousal through the leather and that was what he'd been waiting for. His fingers suddenly clamped down on her nipple, painfully twisting it, while his other hand still rubbing against her became very rough and her body stiffened in his arms, his mouth ripped away from hers and found that place right where her neck met her shoulder that was already sore from last night and bit viciously down. Her sudden cry of pain, tinged with the pleasure his touch had already brought her rang through his ears, before he suddenly stopped. Her body practically fell into his, as he pulled her head into his chest and rested his chin on the top of her as his one hand rubbed her back and the other held her tightly against his frame. While his voice softly whispered little nothings into her ear. After a few minutes, when he had regaining control over his raging hard on, and he figured she had enough time to recover herself, he looked down at her. "You ok?"
She looked up at him, his eyes softened into a light gray of concern as she took a deep breath to try and calm her body, still aching and wanting more, "Ummm, yeah, I'm fine," but the breathiness of her voice belied her true state.
"Good, because as much as I would love to keep you here all locked up with me, it is getting pretty late."
She looked at the clock, Hermione cursed under her breath when she realized that it was nearly a quarter to seven. She pulled herself free from Draco's embrace to put on the cloak and slipped the map in the pocket, as she gave him a passionate, but too brief kiss, and darted out of his room.
Draco watched her run out and walked back to his bed, laughing to himself. She was going to want to kill him, when she saw that hickey he left on her neck, but he had ensured that she'd be unable to think of anything but him for the rest of the day. Raising his fingers to his nose, he deeply inhaled her smell of Hermione and leather, and his eyes grew darker and his erection began to hurt again. Taking his erection in his free hand, he smelled his fingers again and closed his eyes, remembering the way she had reacted to his touch last night, as he jerked himself off. Thinking of the state he had just left her in, moments ago, his body tightened, as he found his release.
Not as good as it will be with Hermione, but it was enough for now, he decided as he let himself fall back in his haze. After all, he had plots and plans to work through, and he had to be able to think clearly. And before he was finished Hermione Granger was going to belong to him - body, mind, heart and soul - and no one, especially not Potter and company would be able to stop him. Greatest of all, Potter didn't even have a clue.
Pulling the cloak tightly around her as she made her way back across the school. Hermione tried desperately to ignore the desire Draco had ignited in her body. But with every step she took, she could help but feel the leather pants clinging to her aroused body and rubbing against her clit. It was enough to drive her insane, and her shirt was no better. Why hadn't she worn a bra last night?
A smug voice inside her head taunted her, saying she wanted to tease Draco, well she got what she deserved didn't she, before the voice broke out into giggles. This was crazy a more rational voice spoke up, things like this do not happen to Hermione Granger. The smug voice only laughed in response.
Hermione shook her head, she had to get a grip on herself, she decided, because between voices that she was suddenly hearing and the way her clothes were tormenting her already painfully aroused body, she'd never be able to make it make to her room. She decided to mentally recite the "Hogwarts a History," from memory, but all she could think about were the growing demands of her body and Draco's wonderfully evil fingers. She sighed in relief as she finally reached the painting of the fat lady that guarded the entrance to the Gryffindor common rooms and gave the password. Walking inside, she was relieved to see that the common room was still empty, excellent this might be easier then she thought. She started walking up the stairs to her room and began to bite the inside of her check, as her breasts hanging free under her shirt began to bounce with her every step. The friction was painfully arousing against her sore, but pebble hard nipples, which only further sensitized her still engorged clit that continued to rub itself against her tightly, molded leather pants.
She could feel her fluid that Draco had so patiently began, continue to soak through her pants as she finally reached the top of the stairs, where she had to lean against the wall, since she was afraid that her unsteady legs would give out beneath her. Taking a deep breath, she mentally cursed him out, because only he could make her walk this line between pain and pleasure. Biting her lower lip, she began walking towards her room and quietly opened the door. Slipping inside, she quickly sighed in relief, because it looked like her roommates - Ginny, Lavender and Pavarti, were all with their respective "significant others." She frowned for a moment, because she couldn't believe Harry and Ron were actually sleeping with those airheads, but considering where *she* had been all night, she smirked, she couldn't complain, especially when it saved her from what would definitely be a few awkward questions.
Smiling, she pushed the cloak back onto her shoulders, shaking her hair free, only to suddenly scream when she noticed a figure curled up in *her* bed, glasses resting on *her* nightstand!!!
Chapter 17 - The Tease
"So please don't listen to me, there is no such thing as human debris I know I'm not broken, a little cracked, but that amounts to nothing I want to laugh, I'm not joking Oh yeah, I'm not broken, a little cracked, it's just a token"
Draco was sitting up in bed and looked over at the grandfather that showed it was 6 am already, he'd been up for about an hour, purely out of habit, but Hermione was still sound asleep next to him. As much as he hated the idea, he knew it was past the time, when he should have woken her up so she could get back to her room. Sighing, he turned the music even lower, before leaning back and twisting to his side, so he was laying down next to her again, propped up on one arm. Reaching out with one arm, he gently brushed away a few stray strands of hair, lying across her still sleeping face. "Hermione," his voice was barely audible, but she must have registered it on some level, since she mumbled some sound of discontent and pulled his blanket up above her head. Draco smirked at this small sign of rebellion on her part, before he yanked the blanket off her body and she instantly shot to an upright position.
"Oh my God! It is *freezing*, give me back that blanket this second!!!"
Draco's smirk only grew upon hearing the outrage in her voice, but since she was shivering and had that certain gleam in her eyes that promised pay back, he obliged and held back his laughter, as he watched her quickly wrapping it around herself. "What did you expect? This is the bloody dungeon after all," he asked with a sarcastic smile.
She rolled her eyes at him, before she got a glimpse of the time, "Oh my God, it's after six, already!!! Why didn't you wake me up!?!" She gasped out in horror, pulling the blanket back over her head as she fell backwards onto the pillow, with a little moan.
Laughing down at her, Draco answered, "I did wake you up and you yelled at me for my trouble, remember?"
Peeking out from under his blanket, she shot him a dirty look, before she got up, dragging the blanket with her as she began searching for her clothes.
Draco watched as she found her shirt first and put it on. "Besides you looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you up, until I had to."
Without looking back at him, she laughed, "Yeah, right. I'm sure that is why you decided wake me up, by letting me nearly freeze to death by stealing the blanket."
Smirking at her back, he watched as she held her leather pants in one hand and the blanket still wrapped around her tightly in the other, wondering when she would ask the obvious question.
"Draco, do you know where the hell my underwear wound up?"
Yep, that would be the question. "Nope, did you look under the bed?" He lied with just that perfect amount of confusion in his voice, since they were safely buried in the bottom of his closet.
She looked over her shoulder at him, with a suspicious glance, before lying her pants on the bed and bending over to check under the bed, holding the blanket to make sure she was fully hidden from his angle.
"They're not there either."
"Hmmm, well they have to be here somewhere right?"
She sat down on the bed, still looking suspiciously at him.
"What?" He raised his hands innocently.
"Why don't I believe you, hmmm?"
"Hermione, why would I steal your underwear?"
"I don't know," she began before looking at the clock again, "Damn, I have to get back to my room, before anyone wakes up!"
"Well then, it looks like you'll have to go without your underwear, I guess." Draco answered calmly, as he stood up and walked over to his closet to grab a shirt for himself, closing his eyes briefly at thought of Hermione wearing nothing but leather.
Her eyes opened as if she hadn't ever considered the idea, "But -" she began hesitantly.
"What?" He asked, "I do it all the time, when I'm in a hurry."
"Yeah, I guess it's once, just this once." She answered slowly, before making the decision and quickly putting on her pants. Standing up, she still felt undressed, wearing nothing but the leather against that most sensitive part of herself. "Do I look ok?" She asked him standing up in front of him, now fully dressed, well almost, anyway.
"Ok?" He laughed, "no, Hermione, you look gorgeous, as always."
"Ummm, well, ok. I guess I should get going now, I'll umm see you in class, I guess." The words came out awkwardly, but she Hermione felt a bit out of depths, as she ran her hands through her, trying to smooth it out, because this was hardly an every day event for her.
Hiding his smile, Draco turned back to her, "how about we meet before potions again, ok?"
"Yeah, I guess that would be ok," she answered, gathering up the invisibility cloak and the Marauder's Map, as she began walking back to the wall that she had come through. "Ummm, Draco, do you know how to make this wall work?"
"Oh that? Yeah, it's just like getting to platform 9 ¾, you just walk through it confidentially."
She turned back to look at him, only he was suddenly standing inches away from her, blocking the wall. Looking up at him, still only half dressed, she stared up at him, trying to avoid his well-defined chest and a soft, "Oh," spilled from her lips.
"What? On no, Hermione, you didn't really think I'd let you leave without me getting goodbye kiss, at the very least did you?" His warm breath gently brushing against her lips, as he looked down at her with those molten silver eyes. One hand slipped beneath her hair, tilting her head back to face his own, while the other snuck between her thighs, and began rubbing her through the warm leather.
Hermione's breath grew shallow as she looked up into his eyes and felt a tendril of desire begin to rise up inside of her, from where his fingers kept insistently rubbing against her, as he leaned down to capture her lips in a fiercely possessive kiss.
Draco almost smiled as he felt her beginning to respond against him and he resisted the urge to slip his fingers into her pants and drag her back to bed, because after all, this was just the teaser. Her tongue began to duel with his, as she moaned against him. He felt himself hardening yet again, as he continued to rub her harder and he slipped his other hand under her shirt as he began to torture her nipples again, always starting off gentle, before tightly pinching them, only to soothe them again. She dropped what she was carrying as she began running her hands across his warm flesh. Draco, himself, had to hold back his own moan, when she lightly began scraping her nails down his chest.
He wasn't sure how long he'd be able to hold back, when he suddenly felt the moisture of her arousal through the leather and that was what he'd been waiting for. His fingers suddenly clamped down on her nipple, painfully twisting it, while his other hand still rubbing against her became very rough and her body stiffened in his arms, his mouth ripped away from hers and found that place right where her neck met her shoulder that was already sore from last night and bit viciously down. Her sudden cry of pain, tinged with the pleasure his touch had already brought her rang through his ears, before he suddenly stopped. Her body practically fell into his, as he pulled her head into his chest and rested his chin on the top of her as his one hand rubbed her back and the other held her tightly against his frame. While his voice softly whispered little nothings into her ear. After a few minutes, when he had regaining control over his raging hard on, and he figured she had enough time to recover herself, he looked down at her. "You ok?"
She looked up at him, his eyes softened into a light gray of concern as she took a deep breath to try and calm her body, still aching and wanting more, "Ummm, yeah, I'm fine," but the breathiness of her voice belied her true state.
"Good, because as much as I would love to keep you here all locked up with me, it is getting pretty late."
She looked at the clock, Hermione cursed under her breath when she realized that it was nearly a quarter to seven. She pulled herself free from Draco's embrace to put on the cloak and slipped the map in the pocket, as she gave him a passionate, but too brief kiss, and darted out of his room.
Draco watched her run out and walked back to his bed, laughing to himself. She was going to want to kill him, when she saw that hickey he left on her neck, but he had ensured that she'd be unable to think of anything but him for the rest of the day. Raising his fingers to his nose, he deeply inhaled her smell of Hermione and leather, and his eyes grew darker and his erection began to hurt again. Taking his erection in his free hand, he smelled his fingers again and closed his eyes, remembering the way she had reacted to his touch last night, as he jerked himself off. Thinking of the state he had just left her in, moments ago, his body tightened, as he found his release.
Not as good as it will be with Hermione, but it was enough for now, he decided as he let himself fall back in his haze. After all, he had plots and plans to work through, and he had to be able to think clearly. And before he was finished Hermione Granger was going to belong to him - body, mind, heart and soul - and no one, especially not Potter and company would be able to stop him. Greatest of all, Potter didn't even have a clue.
Pulling the cloak tightly around her as she made her way back across the school. Hermione tried desperately to ignore the desire Draco had ignited in her body. But with every step she took, she could help but feel the leather pants clinging to her aroused body and rubbing against her clit. It was enough to drive her insane, and her shirt was no better. Why hadn't she worn a bra last night?
A smug voice inside her head taunted her, saying she wanted to tease Draco, well she got what she deserved didn't she, before the voice broke out into giggles. This was crazy a more rational voice spoke up, things like this do not happen to Hermione Granger. The smug voice only laughed in response.
Hermione shook her head, she had to get a grip on herself, she decided, because between voices that she was suddenly hearing and the way her clothes were tormenting her already painfully aroused body, she'd never be able to make it make to her room. She decided to mentally recite the "Hogwarts a History," from memory, but all she could think about were the growing demands of her body and Draco's wonderfully evil fingers. She sighed in relief as she finally reached the painting of the fat lady that guarded the entrance to the Gryffindor common rooms and gave the password. Walking inside, she was relieved to see that the common room was still empty, excellent this might be easier then she thought. She started walking up the stairs to her room and began to bite the inside of her check, as her breasts hanging free under her shirt began to bounce with her every step. The friction was painfully arousing against her sore, but pebble hard nipples, which only further sensitized her still engorged clit that continued to rub itself against her tightly, molded leather pants.
She could feel her fluid that Draco had so patiently began, continue to soak through her pants as she finally reached the top of the stairs, where she had to lean against the wall, since she was afraid that her unsteady legs would give out beneath her. Taking a deep breath, she mentally cursed him out, because only he could make her walk this line between pain and pleasure. Biting her lower lip, she began walking towards her room and quietly opened the door. Slipping inside, she quickly sighed in relief, because it looked like her roommates - Ginny, Lavender and Pavarti, were all with their respective "significant others." She frowned for a moment, because she couldn't believe Harry and Ron were actually sleeping with those airheads, but considering where *she* had been all night, she smirked, she couldn't complain, especially when it saved her from what would definitely be a few awkward questions.
Smiling, she pushed the cloak back onto her shoulders, shaking her hair free, only to suddenly scream when she noticed a figure curled up in *her* bed, glasses resting on *her* nightstand!!!