Draco sat quietly while Pansy went on and on about some bullshit he couldn't care less about. He watched Granger from across the Great Hall as he always did. She looked up and gave him a small, weak smile. Nothing out of the new ordinary for him.
After his trial, they became civil. She testified for him, assuring his story that he did not identify Potter for the Dark Lord when he obviously knew it was him. He was placed on parole. He has no wand, he was forced to go back to Hogwarts, and he was made Head Boy. Not because Headmaster McGonagall believed he deserved it, but it was a way that Granger could keep an eye on him.
She sat through his whole trial. She watched as his memories were shown to the public. The conversation Draco and Dumbledore had immediately prior to his death, Draco's many mental breakdowns, his conversations with his mother when he would beg her if there was another way. Granger saw everything. She saw how much he hated who he became and who he was. She saw him breakdown when he was asked about Narcissa's death and his father's fall into madness. She saw the real Draco, not the Draco who tormented her for years. Not the one who pretended that he wanted or was even proud of the life he was given. No, she saw the broken boy who had no choice.
They shared a common room. Draco kept inside his own room when he wasn't eating his meals or in class. He avoided Granger out of embarrassment. She knew the real him. The weak-minded coward. She pitied him. And he hated that. He felt so fucking small with her, everything about him was a sob story to her. The few times they would bump into each other in the common room she would ask how he was doing. Not in a friendship way, but in a "I feel so sorry for you" type of way.
He knew she was just being a kind person. But he drove him mad. He wanted to show her that he was still someone to fear, not some little bitch that she had to worry about. He wanted to show her that when he wasn't forced into it, he sometimes enjoyed being a little dark. That if he were close enough to her, he could still ruin her if he wanted to. Not that he actually would, but he wanted to prove it to her.
And maybe to himself. Truth be told, he felt like the sap that Granger treated him as. He felt weak. He hated who he had been and he hated he currently was. He wanted to find the real Draco. The one who had been lost to him for so long.
And for some reason, he wanted Granger to be a part of finding who he was. Probably because he fancied her and had fancied her for a while. He was done rejecting that thought. He knew it was there. And sharing a space with her made that feeling even stronger. He knew that she probably couldn't fathom fancying him. Especially since she sees him as some little sob story. But he felt like he had to prove to her that he wasn't. That even if she never wanted it, he could protect her if she ever needed him to.
He sighed to himself. All of those thoughts were nice and hopeful, but they were not realistic. He left the Slytherin table as Pansy was mid-sentence. She was going on about something to do with how Blaze wasn't giving her the attention she deserved. He couldn't stomach another second of that conversation.
He walked towards the Head dorms and his anger started to rise up inside him. He should have chosen Azkaban. He shouldn't have let the court see his memories and his weaknesses. Regardless if he didn't want the path that was chosen for him, he still took it. He still had the bloody Dark Mark seared onto his skin forever. All the unimaginable things he saw shouldn't make people think that he was weak. He knew he deserved better than Granger's constant sad eyes and pitied looks.
He entered the common room and found those same eyes looking at him. He had enough.
"What the fuck are you looking at me like that for?" He spat.
Granger's eyes grew wide. She opened her mouth and promptly shut it.
"Answer me, now." Draco sneered at her. He was done being the weak one. He was done being looked down on. He walked over to the table she was seated at and threw his hand on the table. "Now!"
She jumped with a yelp. "I-uh. I was just looking at you!" Her eyes flashed a glimmer of fear. Something Draco had missed seeing in her.
"Well, stop. Stop looking at me like some pitied little boy that you want to save. I am not that boy. I am Draco Fucking Malfoy."
She blinked and the fear was gone. She looked down at her textbook. "I know exactly who you are, Malfoy."
He scoffed, picked up her textbook and threw it across the room. "I am being deadly serious, Granger. Quit treating me like I am nothing. Like I am weak!"
She furrowed her brow and then raised her voice to him. "What has gotten into you? You think I look at you like you are weak?" She stood up from her chair and jabbed her finger into his chest. "I look at you the way I do because I am worried for you, not because I think you are weak. Anyone who has gone through a fraction of what you have could never be considered weak."
He grabbed her wrist before she could poke her finger into his chest and squeezed. His voice became low. "Stop lying to me. Stop pretending that you are my friend. I know what you think of me, Granger."
She ripped her hand away from him and pushed him back. "Don't tell me what I fucking think, Malfoy. Don't tell me who I am friends with. You are my friend. You have no idea what I think of you! I think you just hate being around me because I care. I think you hate me so much that I can't be your friend. I don't pity you, I don't think you are weak. I think you hate me." She stopped to catch her breath. Then, she whispered her confession. "And that hurts because I certainly do not hate you."
He stared at her. Hate her? He was done being a coward, he was done hiding his feelings. He was done letting other people choose a path for him. Her chin quivered and she looked away from him.
He took a step close so the space between them was minimal. He brought his hand to her chin and moved her head to look at him. "Granger, I do not hate you. But I can not be friends with you."
She scoffed and tried to move her head away. He tightened his grip on her chin so she couldn't. "I can't be friends with you because I want to make you mine."
Her eyes grew wide. "Yours?"
"Mine." He let go of her chin but their eyes stayed locked on one another.
"W-When did you? How l-long have yo-"
Draco interrupted her. "Does that really matter? I don't want to bother with the conversation of if you are interested in me or not. If you are, come to my room tonight and I will take you as mine. I will make you never want to be anyone else's. I will treat you as my witch." He lowered his head, forcing his eyes to meet hers. "But if you are not, I promise I will never mention this again."
With that, he walked away into his room and shut the door behind him.
It was 10:37 at night and Granger had not come to his room. He laid in bed waiting, hoping. His heart raced, wondering if she would come. Then he heard the door to her room click and hushed footsteps made their way in front of his door. He waited for her to knock.
He contemplated going to her room himself. Taking her in his own hands and doing everything he wanted to do to her anyways. He knew she wanted it, he could sense it in the way her chest rose and fell during their conversation. He saw the ways her eyes darkened when he mentioned making her his own. The way she reacted confirmed she wanted all of the same things he wanted himself. Draco knew the answer wasn't storming into her room and making her come undone whether she had accepted she wanted it or not. The only way that he could do this properly is if she came to him herself.
Unfortunately, she never did. He waited awake all night, imagining faint knocks at the door that were never truly there. Part of Draco was not surprised in the slightest. He knew that she was probably sat up in her room, overthinking whatever would happen between them. If he was honest with himself, he did not think that far. Granger would never actually want to be his witch. His past was too dark, and she embodied too much light.
But the other part of himself was shocked. Disappointed. Dissatisfied. He needed to know what she felt like to take and to kiss. What her face looked like when she came undone because of his own touch. If she would moan quietly or scream his given name. Would she get dressed right away or lay with him so they could hold each other?
The thought of it made him harden. He shifted in his bed trying to ease the discomfort that was forming. He let his hand reach down for his length, stroke it slowly. He imagined how Granger would react to seeing him bare for the first time. Then he imagined how he would react to seeing Granger bare for the first time. He could only envision her soft pale skin becoming exposed.
"Fuck," he mumbled to himself. He allowed himself to close his eyes, imagining Granger's soft hands pumping him instead of his own. Her wide eyes looking up at him as he praises her for doing such a good job. Licking her lips in anticipation for what he was going to offer her. Those thoughts were enough for him to erupt. He grunted softly as he finished and cleaned himself off.
One thing he knew is that he could keep a promise, and he was never going to bring anything sexual up to Granger again. He was going to keep his dirty thoughts to himself.
Weeks went by and everything went back to normal. Well, a newer normal. Hermione and Draco came to a better understanding of each other. Hermione stopped treating Draco like a sob story, and Draco became more used to being Granger's friend. He kept his promise and never brought up that night she didn't come to his room. She never mentioned it either.
Draco came back from The Three Broomsticks, stumbling into their shared common room. Hermione was sitting on the couch, reading some type of textbook she probably already knew cover to cover by memory. Hermione's eyes shot up, wide with surprise at Draco's loud stumbles.
"Malfoy… Are you drunk?" She shot him an incredulous look, which slowly faded into anger when she realized that he was in fact, incredibly drunk.
He smirked. "Well, fuck, Granger. Aren't you quite the- de- detective."
She stood from the couch and crossed her arms. "Malfoy, you are head boy! You can not be galloping around the castle properly pissing yourself!"
She stomped over to him and poked him right in the chest. Draco caught her wrist in his hand, remember the last time she did the exact same action.
He raised his eyebrow. "Haven't we done this little dance before, Granger? I don't think we should recount what happened then." He pushed her hand away and made his way to his room. He stopped right at his door when the next sentence left Hermione's mouth.
"Maybe I want to 'recount' it." She said this with great confidence, her chin high in the air. All of that disappeared when Draco swifty stalked towards her, a feral look in his eyes.
"Do you?" He tested.
"Well, I- well I did just say maybe so I-"
Draco cut her off. "Do you or don't you, Granger?" He was now extremely close to her. Breathing in her scent. Staring into her eyes. He saw her shrinking into herself but didn't care. He liked seeing her this way, small and nervous. He liked knowing he had that effect on her.
"I do." She said softly. He didn't have time to speak before she continued. "Why didn't you try again? I mean I understand I didn't come that night but you didn't even try-"
"I promised you I wouldn't mention it again." He said flatly. "I meant it when I said that. You didn't come to my door that night so I assumed that was your answer."
She looked at the floor, fidgeting with the hem of her oversized t-shirt. "I was, um, I was just nervous. What will happen afterwards? Or during? What if you-"
Draco was getting agitated. He cut her off once more. "What happens afterwards is entirely up to you. I can't see myself fucking you and not wanting more and more of you. As for during, I planned on making you feel better than you have ever felt. Better that fucking Weaselbee or Krum or whatever git had the honor of touching you. I plan on making you come undone again and again." He took another step closer, their bodies pressed together so she could feel exactly how much he wanted this. "I plan on treating you like the fucking goddess I see you as."
Her whole body shivered. She looked up into his eyes, wide with desire. She held their gaze until she finally broke it, looking to the side. "You are drunk, Malfoy. You don't actually want this."
"Granger, stop speaking on my behalf. I have wanted to fuck you for a long time. Some firewhiskey only makes me speak my mind more. I want to fuck the absolute shit out of you, yes. But I also want you. Your brain. Your heart. Your magic. I want you, Granger."
Then, she stood on the tips of her toes and gave him a soft kiss. Startled, Draco jerked his head back for whatever reason.
"Oh, Godric, I am sorry," Hermione cried and started to walk away.
Draco reached out and whipped her around. His mouth crashed into hers and he pulled her as close as he could feel her. The kiss was wild and fevered. Draco reached his hand into the nape of her neck and she moaned in response. Their tongues danced with eachother's. Hermione started to press herself against his erection and Draco let out a grunt from his throat.
"You dirty girl. Fuck, you make me absolutely crazy." He shifted them onto the couch, Hermione straddling his lap. She started to grind down on him, he could feel her warmth through his pants. "That's it. Yes, grind down onto my cock. You like that? You like feeling what you fucking do to me?"
Hermione started nodding her head rapidly in response. A delicious pressure started to build in her lower stomach and she started to moan even more.
"Oh no you don't, Granger." Draco put both hands on her waist and stilled her hips from moving. She hissed in response.
"But I was so close, Malfoy. Please, please I need to." She pleaded.
"I know what you need, sweet girl. But the first time you are coming with me is because I made you come." He flipped her off of him and dropped down to his knees. He pulled her closer to him and removed the cloth shorts she was wearing. He placed a gentle kiss through her underwear, right on her head. He slowly pulled off her panties and her shirt. She brought her hands to cover her exposed breasts, but Draco moved them. He stared at her, marveling at the beautiful body and woman that was before him. He brought one breast into her mouth, swirling his tongue around the peak of her nipple.
Hermione moaned and threw her head back. She bucked her hips and Draco chuckled.
"What do you want? Tell me what you want, Granger. Be the good girl I know you are and use your words, love."
She whimpered. "I need you to- need you to touch me."
"Where? Tell me where you need to be touched or I won't touch you at all." Draco smirked, loving how horny the witch was before him.
Hermione let out a whimper and blushed. "Touch- touch my pussy. Please Malfoy, touch my pussy and let me cum."
Draco hummed in response, letting his fingers meet her lips. "So wet for me already, baby? What a good girl. So ready for me to make you fucking cum." He slipped a finger inside her while meeting his mouth to her clit. He started to lick and suck her most sensitive spot. She writhed with pleasure as she started riding his tongue. He added another finger into her pussy to stretch her out.
"Fuck, fuck Malfoy. Yes, yes right- right there, I'm going to- I'm gonna" Then her eyes flew open and she pushed him off of her. "Stop, stop!"
Draco's heart dropped into his stomach as he stood up and wiped his mouth. "I-uh-I'm sorry-"
"I want to come on your cock." Hermione deadpanned.
Draco's eyebrows shot up. "What?"
"I want to come together and I want to come while your cock is inside of me." Hermione stood up and walked into his room.
Draco stood right where she had left him, staring at the couch. Fuck, this girl, he thought. As he walked into the room, she was laying on his bed grinning.
"So are you going to fuck me with your cock or just eye fuck me?" She giggled.
"Why, Granger, that mouth of yours is too dirty for your own good." Draco chuckled and lifted his shirt over his head and stripped down to nothing. His body was nothing short of perfect. Pale, lean but muscular. He stood tall as his dick sprang from his boxers and Hermione ogled at the size. He smirked and made his way to his witch. He met her with a kiss and slid between her legs.
"I am going to fuck you until you can't walk. I am going to praise this fucking body of yours." He put the tip of his cock right at her entrance and looked at her. She nodded and bit her lip. He pushed part of himself in with a moan. "I want you to come on my dick like such a good fucking girl." He pushed more of himself in. "Fuck, Granger you are so fucking tight. Your pussy is fucking made for my dick." Then he finished pushing the rest of himself in. "I want you to come saying my name." He grunted out.
He let her adjust to his size and she started wiggling beneath him. "Please, Malfoy, please move. I need you to move."
And he did just that. He pounded into her holding nothing back. She moaned loudly as he continued to thrust into her. "Yeah, good girl. So fucking tight on my dick. Taking it like such a good girl. You are so good for me. You feel so fucking good."
Draco moved his hand from tweaking her nipple to her clit. She moaned so loudly and her pussy tightened on his dick. "God, Granger, yes. Fucking clenching that pussy on my dick. You are so fucking good. Are you going to come on my dick like a good girl? Will you be a good girl for me? Will you please come on my cock?"
Hermione nodded ferociously and whimpered. Draco's thrusts hit the spot she needed them to and she cried out. "Yes, fuck, yes right there Malfoy, I am going to come. Please, please let me come on your dick."
Draco sped up the circles he was making on her clit. "Say my fucking name and I will let you come. Say my name and you can come around my cock like the good fucking girl I know you are."
The knot in Hermione's stomach started to unravel and she moaned so loudly. "Draco, I am-"
"Fuck! Yes, yes Hermione come on my dick, please. Please, fucking come on my dick." Draco clenched his jaw trying to hold off his orgasm to watch his witch unravel.
And she did. She unraveled with a scream of his name. Draco's thrusts became unsteady as he began to lose his own control.
"Hermione, fuck, your pussy is fucking so tight. I'm fucking losing it, I'm coming with you. Fuck. Yeah, good girl. Take all my come. Good fucking girl." And they crashed together. Every color in the room seeped together as the two crumbled as one. Moans and pants were shared as they held each other in their euphoria.
Once they calmed themselves down, Hermione rolled over to face Draco. She smiled, a beautiful genuine smile.
"I know that you said whatever happens is entirely up to me, right?" She questioned and Draco simply nodded his head.
He was nervous she would get up, get dressed, and tell him that while this was fun, it was a one time thing.
She bit her lip and looked up, her eyes meeting hers. "I'm not sure what we are, but I know that I want to see what we could be."