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Chapter 19 - Lessons
Draco waited impatiently, pacing back and forth, hoping against his hope that she hadn't had the chance to relieve herself yet. He was planning to keep her on tenderhooks for as long as possible throughout the day, so that tonight, she'd be ready to beg him to take her.
So ok, he wasn't playing fair, but he was a Malfoy, and when he wanted something this badly, he knew the best thing do was just to take it. He was going to tie Hermione to him so tightly that she would never even want to try to break free, and physical ties were the easiest to make and would speed up the emotional ones. Besides, the image of Hermione lying beneath, begging him to fuck her was enough to make him want to cum on the spot, but he still wasn't sure if he would. He couldn't help it, there were just so many games he couldn't wait to play with Hermione, he almost didn't know what to do first. Hmmm, maybe tonight, he'd bring out some of his toys to show her. The fact that she was still so innocent was just such a turn on for him; he couldn't wake to begin her corruption.
"Draco," Hermione's voice was tentative, as she looked at him standing there, muscles bunch into pure coiled energy, with this intense inward expression on his face.
His eyes darted up her hers and she instinctively bit her lip as a wave of desire overcame her as she stared into the volatile molten silver of his eyes. In two quick strides he reached her, in one more he had her pinned against the wall and his equally unmovable body. Pulling up her robes to her waist, he insinuated one his leg between hers, pushing his hardness against the soft cradle of her body as his other hand slid to cup her face, as he rested his forehead against hers.
"You're killing me, you know that." His voice was hoarse, even to his own ears as spoke what he knew to be the truth. "You come in here, with that look in your eyes - that soft, vulnerable, like you're melting where you stand look - that look you get just when you're on the brink of an orgasm and it's all I can to do, to force myself not rip your clothes off."
She smirked up at him, even as she began rubbing herself against his thigh and she wrapped one leg around his hips, pulling him closer. Taking his other hand, she slipped it under her robes against one of her breasts, so he could feel her erect nipple, through her cotton skirt. "Would it help if I mentioned that I'm not wearing a bra?" And she laughed as he groaned, she had never felt this kind of power over anyone, and she quite liked the feeling of bringing Draco Malfoy to his knees - laughter that quickly turned into a whimper as he took her lead and began teasing her nipple through her shirt, as she bit her lower lip.
"Keep doing that and you might bite it through, which would make me very unhappy," he whispered into her ear, before soothing her lower lip with his tongue, before he began kissing her again.
Suddenly Hermione heard voices coming from behind her and realized that any second, about fifty of their classmates were about to burst him on them and her hands pushed against Draco's chest and to pull her mouth away from his, but Draco was far stronger than her and wasn't about to let go of her. Hermione forced herself to bite down on his lip to get his attention, cringing when she tasted the coppery taste of Draco's blood, as he pulled back in shock, his face darkening by the second.
"The class is coming," she hissed at him, still pushing him back. His expression relaxed as he understood and quickly stepped away and turned his back to her as he gathered his stuff and began walking to his desk. Giving her a quick smile of reassurance, he reached his desk just as the first students began piling into the classroom, and he quickly sat down to hide his own arousal. He glanced over at Hermione, her lips still full from his kisses and her eyes unusually bright, he might be uncomfortable, but he was sure she had be dying. Smiling, his tongue played with slight wound, Hermione had given him, but considering the hickey he had given her that he just see peeking out of her robes, which she hadn't seem to have noticed yet - he couldn't be that upset over it.
Snape began a long lecture on love potions, which Draco supposed he should have been interested in given his new assignment, but he couldn't keep his eyes off whatever was happening at Hermione's table with Potter and the Weasel. Considering the state of arousal, he knew she must still be, he had expected her to be agitated, but something else seemed to be going on over there that he couldn't entirely read. In particular the interaction between her and Potter greatly disturbed him, even though, it seemed more on his side than hers, and for once Snape was actually too busy to pay attention to the Gryffindors.
As their behavior continued and Hermione seemed to be getting upset, Draco had enough. An induced coughing fit was enough to get Snape's attention and then he subtly tilted his head towards Hermione's table, where Potter and the Weasel were quite animatedly trying to talk to her, while she continued to ignore them.
Snape turned around fully to stare at them, while the rest of the class followed his example, while Potter and the Weasel seemed oblivious to the sudden silence in the classroom, Draco smirked and watched along with everyone else. Hermione was instantly aware of being the sudden attention and covertly kicked Harry then Ron to get their attention, and they suddenly stopped in mid-sentence.
"Mr Potter and Mr Wesley, do not let me and the rest of your class that are actually here to learn stop you from continuing your discussion because, of course, it must be fascinating." Snape paused, for a moment, before continuing, "No, it isn't? Hmmm such a shame," he shook his head mockingly. "Or perhaps it is that you did not realize that your project was to be worked on by yourselves and not Miss Granger?" Turning back to the class, Snape commented, "Messer's Potter and Wesley are in a little competition with Miss Granger and Mr Malfoy to prepare two very difficult potions for a presentation they will give us on Monday." Turning back to the Gryffindor table, he continued, "and since it appears that Mr Potter and Mr Wesley seem unable to restrain themselves with asking questions of Miss Granger, it appears that it will be necessary to remove her from the temptation of helping them. Miss Granger I would like you to take either empty seat next to Mr Malfoy until further notice, do you understand."
"Yes, Professor," Hermione answered as she gave Harry and Ron an apologetic smile, gathered her things and began walking across the classroom to sit next to Draco, who only gave her a cool half smile. Sitting down, she pulled out her paperwork and began to follow the lecture that Snape had began to give again, as Draco ignored her completely, until she felt the weight of his hand resting on her upper thigh and pulling at her robes, before slipping below them to tease her bare flesh exposed by the short shirt.
Hermione gasped as she looked at him out of the corner of her eyes, but his handsome profile revealed nothing, certainly not that his left hand was burning circles of heat on her leg. Feeling a bit stung, Hermione, crossing her legs to make sure he didn't try to anything in this class and dislodged his hand in the process. She cast her eyes firmly on Prof Snape's notes on the board and decided to ignore Draco for the rest of the class period, but of course, Draco wasn't going to be having any of that.
Pulling her chair from underneath, he didn't allow an inch of room between them and his hand moved back under her skirt, tracing the seam between her firmly locked legs. "Open them," he demanded in a quiet whisper. She looked at him in shock, for a moment, before violently shaking her head in response, after all, who the hell did he think he was?
"When I tell you to do something, you had better damn well do it," he whispered back. That was her only warning, when after a brief pause of silence, his fingers suddenly dug deeply into the soft flesh in her inner thigh, his manicured nails cutting their marks. Hermione gasped sharply as her entire body tensed for a long moment until his fingers released their painful grip, now gently caressing the very flesh they had just bruised, and she heard his voice again whispering, "Open them." Shaken, she complied and was rewarded with the now familiar pleasure/pain that Draco so seemed to dole out to her in measured amounts.
Double potions class seemed unending for Hermione as Draco's fingers never seemed to tire. She had given up trying to take her notes and even ceased to be amazed as Draco continued to accurately take his. She could feel Harry's eyes and occasionally Ron's constantly searching her out, but Draco's larger body effectively hid her from their sight, for which she was thankful, it was taking all of her energy merely to keep upright in her chair. Draco seemed to have this uncanny sense for knowing just when she was on the brink, before pulling back to lightly soothe the half moon rises she could feel embedded in her thigh, before drifting higher to her soaked underwear to begin the torment again. Time no longer mattered, just the hunger within her and the constant rise and fall that was never really satisfied.
Draco looked over at her and bit down hard on his lower lip, reopening the cut that Hermione had made earlier that morning. Thank Merlin this class was almost over, because he was ready to explode and Hermione was already so far gone, he doubted if her legs even had the strength to hold her. Finally, Snape was finished Draco grabbed his and Hermione's books and papers and began stuffing in them in his bag, while she just stared at him, with the expression that made his blood begin to boil. She was so ready for him; he couldn't believe how sensitive she must be. He slung both their bags onto his shoulder as he bent down to help her to her feet and to support her weight. Smiling at her, she wrapped one of her arms around his neck, as he held her firmly in his grasp. Standing up, he turned to leave only to face Potter and the Weasel.
"What the hell do you think you're doing Malfoy?" Harry demanded, his wand out, something was obviously wrong with Hermione and he knew Draco was responsible.
"What does it look like, I'm taking Granger to Madame Pomfrey. She must be sick or something." Draco answered back just as forcefully. What the hell did Potter think he was going to do? Take her back to his room and have his evil way with her? Draco smirked, because that was exactly what he had on his mind, but Potter didn't know that.
Ron stepped in, "If she is sick, Malfoy, we'll take care of her."
Draco rolled his eyes and was about to respond when Snape stepped in, "Let Mr Malfoy take Miss Granger to Madame Pomfrey, you two come with me, we should have a discussion regarding your project."
They began loudly objecting as Draco half-walked, half-carried Hermione away, everything from "she needs us, "to, "We'll be late for DADA," but Snape, as always, had a response for everything as he firmly closed the door behind them.
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Once outside of Potter and the Weasel's sight, Draco gave up all pretensions and simply picked Hermione up in his arms, as he walked to his the Slytheryn rooms, which conveniently, were very close. Walking in, he laid Hermione gently down on his bed, as he looked down at her. Somewhere between the potions room and his dorm room, and probably before the little argument with Potter and the Weasel, she really had fainted. Shaking his head, he moved to a nearby chair and light up a cigarette, because he knew that this was really his fault. He had let himself get too excited and pushed her too far, too fast, especially considering that she hasn't had the easiest time of it lately with not getting enough sleep or food. Reminding him of the raspberry croissants still in his bag that he had stashed away for her, which mean she hasn't even eaten today and he quietly cursed himself.
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Chapter 19 - Lessons
Draco waited impatiently, pacing back and forth, hoping against his hope that she hadn't had the chance to relieve herself yet. He was planning to keep her on tenderhooks for as long as possible throughout the day, so that tonight, she'd be ready to beg him to take her.
So ok, he wasn't playing fair, but he was a Malfoy, and when he wanted something this badly, he knew the best thing do was just to take it. He was going to tie Hermione to him so tightly that she would never even want to try to break free, and physical ties were the easiest to make and would speed up the emotional ones. Besides, the image of Hermione lying beneath, begging him to fuck her was enough to make him want to cum on the spot, but he still wasn't sure if he would. He couldn't help it, there were just so many games he couldn't wait to play with Hermione, he almost didn't know what to do first. Hmmm, maybe tonight, he'd bring out some of his toys to show her. The fact that she was still so innocent was just such a turn on for him; he couldn't wake to begin her corruption.
"Draco," Hermione's voice was tentative, as she looked at him standing there, muscles bunch into pure coiled energy, with this intense inward expression on his face.
His eyes darted up her hers and she instinctively bit her lip as a wave of desire overcame her as she stared into the volatile molten silver of his eyes. In two quick strides he reached her, in one more he had her pinned against the wall and his equally unmovable body. Pulling up her robes to her waist, he insinuated one his leg between hers, pushing his hardness against the soft cradle of her body as his other hand slid to cup her face, as he rested his forehead against hers.
"You're killing me, you know that." His voice was hoarse, even to his own ears as spoke what he knew to be the truth. "You come in here, with that look in your eyes - that soft, vulnerable, like you're melting where you stand look - that look you get just when you're on the brink of an orgasm and it's all I can to do, to force myself not rip your clothes off."
She smirked up at him, even as she began rubbing herself against his thigh and she wrapped one leg around his hips, pulling him closer. Taking his other hand, she slipped it under her robes against one of her breasts, so he could feel her erect nipple, through her cotton skirt. "Would it help if I mentioned that I'm not wearing a bra?" And she laughed as he groaned, she had never felt this kind of power over anyone, and she quite liked the feeling of bringing Draco Malfoy to his knees - laughter that quickly turned into a whimper as he took her lead and began teasing her nipple through her shirt, as she bit her lower lip.
"Keep doing that and you might bite it through, which would make me very unhappy," he whispered into her ear, before soothing her lower lip with his tongue, before he began kissing her again.
Suddenly Hermione heard voices coming from behind her and realized that any second, about fifty of their classmates were about to burst him on them and her hands pushed against Draco's chest and to pull her mouth away from his, but Draco was far stronger than her and wasn't about to let go of her. Hermione forced herself to bite down on his lip to get his attention, cringing when she tasted the coppery taste of Draco's blood, as he pulled back in shock, his face darkening by the second.
"The class is coming," she hissed at him, still pushing him back. His expression relaxed as he understood and quickly stepped away and turned his back to her as he gathered his stuff and began walking to his desk. Giving her a quick smile of reassurance, he reached his desk just as the first students began piling into the classroom, and he quickly sat down to hide his own arousal. He glanced over at Hermione, her lips still full from his kisses and her eyes unusually bright, he might be uncomfortable, but he was sure she had be dying. Smiling, his tongue played with slight wound, Hermione had given him, but considering the hickey he had given her that he just see peeking out of her robes, which she hadn't seem to have noticed yet - he couldn't be that upset over it.
Snape began a long lecture on love potions, which Draco supposed he should have been interested in given his new assignment, but he couldn't keep his eyes off whatever was happening at Hermione's table with Potter and the Weasel. Considering the state of arousal, he knew she must still be, he had expected her to be agitated, but something else seemed to be going on over there that he couldn't entirely read. In particular the interaction between her and Potter greatly disturbed him, even though, it seemed more on his side than hers, and for once Snape was actually too busy to pay attention to the Gryffindors.
As their behavior continued and Hermione seemed to be getting upset, Draco had enough. An induced coughing fit was enough to get Snape's attention and then he subtly tilted his head towards Hermione's table, where Potter and the Weasel were quite animatedly trying to talk to her, while she continued to ignore them.
Snape turned around fully to stare at them, while the rest of the class followed his example, while Potter and the Weasel seemed oblivious to the sudden silence in the classroom, Draco smirked and watched along with everyone else. Hermione was instantly aware of being the sudden attention and covertly kicked Harry then Ron to get their attention, and they suddenly stopped in mid-sentence.
"Mr Potter and Mr Wesley, do not let me and the rest of your class that are actually here to learn stop you from continuing your discussion because, of course, it must be fascinating." Snape paused, for a moment, before continuing, "No, it isn't? Hmmm such a shame," he shook his head mockingly. "Or perhaps it is that you did not realize that your project was to be worked on by yourselves and not Miss Granger?" Turning back to the class, Snape commented, "Messer's Potter and Wesley are in a little competition with Miss Granger and Mr Malfoy to prepare two very difficult potions for a presentation they will give us on Monday." Turning back to the Gryffindor table, he continued, "and since it appears that Mr Potter and Mr Wesley seem unable to restrain themselves with asking questions of Miss Granger, it appears that it will be necessary to remove her from the temptation of helping them. Miss Granger I would like you to take either empty seat next to Mr Malfoy until further notice, do you understand."
"Yes, Professor," Hermione answered as she gave Harry and Ron an apologetic smile, gathered her things and began walking across the classroom to sit next to Draco, who only gave her a cool half smile. Sitting down, she pulled out her paperwork and began to follow the lecture that Snape had began to give again, as Draco ignored her completely, until she felt the weight of his hand resting on her upper thigh and pulling at her robes, before slipping below them to tease her bare flesh exposed by the short shirt.
Hermione gasped as she looked at him out of the corner of her eyes, but his handsome profile revealed nothing, certainly not that his left hand was burning circles of heat on her leg. Feeling a bit stung, Hermione, crossing her legs to make sure he didn't try to anything in this class and dislodged his hand in the process. She cast her eyes firmly on Prof Snape's notes on the board and decided to ignore Draco for the rest of the class period, but of course, Draco wasn't going to be having any of that.
Pulling her chair from underneath, he didn't allow an inch of room between them and his hand moved back under her skirt, tracing the seam between her firmly locked legs. "Open them," he demanded in a quiet whisper. She looked at him in shock, for a moment, before violently shaking her head in response, after all, who the hell did he think he was?
"When I tell you to do something, you had better damn well do it," he whispered back. That was her only warning, when after a brief pause of silence, his fingers suddenly dug deeply into the soft flesh in her inner thigh, his manicured nails cutting their marks. Hermione gasped sharply as her entire body tensed for a long moment until his fingers released their painful grip, now gently caressing the very flesh they had just bruised, and she heard his voice again whispering, "Open them." Shaken, she complied and was rewarded with the now familiar pleasure/pain that Draco so seemed to dole out to her in measured amounts.
Double potions class seemed unending for Hermione as Draco's fingers never seemed to tire. She had given up trying to take her notes and even ceased to be amazed as Draco continued to accurately take his. She could feel Harry's eyes and occasionally Ron's constantly searching her out, but Draco's larger body effectively hid her from their sight, for which she was thankful, it was taking all of her energy merely to keep upright in her chair. Draco seemed to have this uncanny sense for knowing just when she was on the brink, before pulling back to lightly soothe the half moon rises she could feel embedded in her thigh, before drifting higher to her soaked underwear to begin the torment again. Time no longer mattered, just the hunger within her and the constant rise and fall that was never really satisfied.
Draco looked over at her and bit down hard on his lower lip, reopening the cut that Hermione had made earlier that morning. Thank Merlin this class was almost over, because he was ready to explode and Hermione was already so far gone, he doubted if her legs even had the strength to hold her. Finally, Snape was finished Draco grabbed his and Hermione's books and papers and began stuffing in them in his bag, while she just stared at him, with the expression that made his blood begin to boil. She was so ready for him; he couldn't believe how sensitive she must be. He slung both their bags onto his shoulder as he bent down to help her to her feet and to support her weight. Smiling at her, she wrapped one of her arms around his neck, as he held her firmly in his grasp. Standing up, he turned to leave only to face Potter and the Weasel.
"What the hell do you think you're doing Malfoy?" Harry demanded, his wand out, something was obviously wrong with Hermione and he knew Draco was responsible.
"What does it look like, I'm taking Granger to Madame Pomfrey. She must be sick or something." Draco answered back just as forcefully. What the hell did Potter think he was going to do? Take her back to his room and have his evil way with her? Draco smirked, because that was exactly what he had on his mind, but Potter didn't know that.
Ron stepped in, "If she is sick, Malfoy, we'll take care of her."
Draco rolled his eyes and was about to respond when Snape stepped in, "Let Mr Malfoy take Miss Granger to Madame Pomfrey, you two come with me, we should have a discussion regarding your project."
They began loudly objecting as Draco half-walked, half-carried Hermione away, everything from "she needs us, "to, "We'll be late for DADA," but Snape, as always, had a response for everything as he firmly closed the door behind them.
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Once outside of Potter and the Weasel's sight, Draco gave up all pretensions and simply picked Hermione up in his arms, as he walked to his the Slytheryn rooms, which conveniently, were very close. Walking in, he laid Hermione gently down on his bed, as he looked down at her. Somewhere between the potions room and his dorm room, and probably before the little argument with Potter and the Weasel, she really had fainted. Shaking his head, he moved to a nearby chair and light up a cigarette, because he knew that this was really his fault. He had let himself get too excited and pushed her too far, too fast, especially considering that she hasn't had the easiest time of it lately with not getting enough sleep or food. Reminding him of the raspberry croissants still in his bag that he had stashed away for her, which mean she hasn't even eaten today and he quietly cursed himself.
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