This chapter is literally cursed.
Like, my laptop died and I had to type half of it on my phone (luckily I have a new laptop by now, but trust me, I was so ANGRY), some other minor inconveniences and of course, my internet is acting up AGAIN now that I finally want to upload it. Like dude... why?
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Hermione shifted from one foot to another, chewing on her lip. Was she really going to do this? She glanced at her watch, before checking the hall for Malfoy yet again. Nothing. It seemed he chose exactly this day to not come to the lecture. Maybe it was a sign that she shouldn't take Parkinson's advice.
She sighed and went inside the classroom, sitting down in an empty seat in the back. She didn't feel like talking to anyone. She had worked herself up for nothing and now-
Malfoy burst into the room, closely followed by Nott and Zabini and Hermione almost jumped up, eager to go talk to him before she decided otherwise, but the Professor entered just after them and Hermione's heart sunk.
What was to come weren't exactly the worst 90 minutes of her life - there were some things even dreading a conversation about sex with Malfoy couldn't surpass, thank you very much - but they weren't the best either. She sat there, worrying, thinking, fretting and contemplating her life choices. Was she going to do the right thing? Should she do it? What if it was a mistake?
Her head spinned and suddenly everyone was standing up again and Hermione checked her watch. How on earth did she miss the whole lecture, not remembering a second of it?
She looked up frantically, hoping that Malfoy was still in the room, gulping when she realized he was looking at her, even though Zabini was saying something to him. He didn't even bother to avert his eyes when she caught him staring. Typical.
Hermione gathered her things quickly and marched towards the small group. Malfoy rose an eyebrow when he realized that she was aiming at them, surely remembering the promise she had coaxed out of him.
"We need to talk," she said, not missing the look Nott and Zabini exchanged. Hopefully, Parkinson hadn't told them anything about their little chat. If she had, Hermione would kill her. "Alone," she added, when neither of them appeared to be moving anytime soon.
"Sure," Malfoy drawled in that deep annoying voice of his and motioned Hermione to lead the way.
She glared at Zabini and Nott for good measurement and led him down the hall and into an empty corridor with storage rooms.
Malfoy was looking at her expectantly, one eyebrow still raised, and suddenly Hermione felt like puking. He was mocking her. Parkinson had surely set this up. This was a mistake. But could she back out now? She had already asked him to come here. It was too late. She was actually going to go through with this.
"Weshouldhavesex," Hermione mumbled.
Malfoy blinked. And blinked again. "Excuse me?"
Hermione gulped. "We should have sex," she said, trying her best to look him into the eyes and act like she knew what she was doing and wasn't doubting every word she said. This was such a mistake.
Malfoy's brows furrowed. "And how exactly did you come to this conclusion? Last week you made me promise to not talk to you and now you want to shag me?"
Hermione ran a hand through her hair in frustration. "I think it could solve this whole mess," she gestured between them, "if we managed to calm our hormones and having sex is the best way to do that."
"Are you serious?" Malfoy sounded somewhere between amused and unbelieving.
"Do you think I would suggest it if I wasn't?" Hermione shot back, before turning on her heel. She was leaving. This was stupid. She needed to get away. Fast. She was desperate but there surely was another way.
Malfoy caught her arm. "I didn't refuse."
She looked at him over her shoulder. "Are you seriously saying that you consider sleeping with me after I asked like that?" she asked, well aware that now it was her who sounded like she didn't believe what she was hearing.
"There aren't many reasons not to," Malfoy said with a shrug and let go of her arm.
"Are you sure?," Hermione said slowly, looking him up and down suspiciously.
He shrugged again.
She gulped. Somehow, she really hadn't expected this outcome. "Great," she forced herself to say, looking him into the eyes.
Malfoy smirked back at her. "I'll text you," he said, before walking past her, his coat fluttering behind him.
Hermione stood there, trying to comprehend what she had just done. She was really going to have sex with Malfoy.
THEPrinceCharming: When are you free to grab a coffee?
Draco stared out of the library window absentmindedly, waiting for an answer. He still hadn't managed to wrap his head completely around what had happened , but he was certainly not going to waste the one chance he got. He had to act fast, or he would risk Granger changing her mind. Chances were, she already had.
He had no idea how she even came around, but he suspected it was Pansy's doing. If it worked out, he would really need to thank her somehow. He just hoped that buying her a ridiculously expensive pair of shoes would be enough.
The phone vibrated, the sound too loud in the quiet room. Several heads turned to glare at Draco, but he didn't care, unlocking it hastily. He needed to know the answer.
How pathetic. He was pathetic. Behaving like a schoolgirl - if his father knew he wouldn't hear the end of it. And if he knew it was because of Granger… He didn't want to imagine that.
Persephone: Are you asking me out or how should I understand this?
Draco pinched the back of his nose. Good question. He wasn't too sure. To hell with it. He could at least try and do this properly.
THEPrinceCharming: I am asking you out. But if it makes you feel better, see it as a necessity to talk about sex.
He sounded like such a douche. But he couldn't just say it was because he actually wanted to take her out. She would laugh at him.
Persephone: Fine. Friday 3 pm Starbucks in the Market Street.
Draco's shoulders relaxed. She said yes.
They arrived at the Starbucks at the exact same time, 3 pm on the dot. Draco had the urge to smirk, but settled for a more neutral expression as he opened the door for Granger, who rolled her eyes demonstratively, but didn't comment.
After they ordered and got their drinks - Granger paying for her tea, because honestly what had he expected? - they sat down in the far corner of the room.
It was crucial to not be disturbed and Draco knew that - if Granger thought anyone could listen on them she would bolt immediately.
"You took me by surprise when you suggested this place. I didn't think you would ever set foot in a chain like this," he said in an attempt to ease the tension. If he got her talking, it might end the awkwardness and what better topic than something that made her blood boil?
"I don't need you to know which places I frequent or anybody we know turning up," Granger said, clutching her mug. "And honestly, don't get me started on what's wrong with this place."
Draco couldn't suppress a smile. Granger was practically vibrating with energy when she said that last sentence and it was clear that she wanted to tell him exactly what she didn't like about Starbucks and in what way they hurt people and the environment. He would have to ask her some other time, when he wasn't scared she would run off.
"Now, what exactly did you want to talk about?" Granger asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest. She was glaring at him, which wasn't new, but it didn't really have the desired effect as he heard her whipping with a leg, a clear signal that she was nervous. He knew that thanks to the countless times she drove him crazy with it before exams. For once, it had the opposite effect and he was really glad about it.
Draco took a deep breath. Did she have to be so blunt? "Considering, you know, what we texted about, I think we need to talk about boundaries and what we actually want and are comfortable with." God, he sounded like such an idiot. Granger thought for sure that he was about to talk her into some kinky stuff even if he really didn't care. Sure, it would be nice but he certainly wouldn't complain about vanilla sex either. He would be just happy to get some at all.
Draco really hated himself for those thoughts. He wasn't that desperate. Really. It was just that damn unresolved sexual tension Pansy had talked about. He wanted what he couldn't get and all that. Except now he could and his dick was way too eager. He wouldn't be surprised if he got a boner during the conversation.
Granger nodded tensely, pulling her lip between her teeth. Draco didn't know if she was trying to pull his attention to her mouth deliberately or not, but it was certainly working.
"I don't think I want to go completely vanilla - that's how it's called, right? But nothing too extreme either," she said finally and Draco gulped. That was it.
"That's fine with me," he said. "What exactly would be fine for you? I certainly don't want to hurt you or do something you are not comfortable with."
This was so AWKWARD. Draco wanted to disappear but at the same time he didn't. He wanted this. But the awkwardness was killing him. They hated each other. Unless they really didn't and it made everything so much more complicated.
"What do people usually start with?" Granger asked, even though she already read all the online material and saw some videos. It would be so typical. And of course, they had talked about this. Draco was sure she was torturing him, even though her face said otherwise. If she continued chewing on her lip, she would draw blood soon.
"Some spanking, hair pulling and handcuffs, maybe dirty talk. Some go for insults as well, but with our history I don't think we should do that," Draco studied Granger carefully. She was looking really nervous, had kicked him twice by now with her constant whipping, but she was still sitting there with him so she couldn't hate the idea of sleeping with him that much. He was sure that was the issue - they weren't doing much BDSM after all. Just some nice rough sex, but Granger hadn't probably experienced that either. She had dated Weasley after all and he certainly seemed like a 100% vanilla guy.
"We can do that," Granger said stiffly. "Shall we go?"
Draco wasn't sure he heard right. "Like now?" What was this bizarre world he has fallen into? Was Granger seriously treating sex like a business transaction? Somehow, it wasn't surprising at all.
"I just want to get this over with."
Draco pinched the back of his nose. That was exactly what a man wanted to hear. "Granger, if you don't want to do this we certainly shouldn't. And please, don't force yourself into it just because of your stubbornness. We can pretend like this never happened."
"Don't you want to have sex with me?" she asked flatly.
"Oh, I certainly want to have sex with you, but I don't want to rape you. Unfortunately with the way you act now it would border on the second one."
Granger stuck out her chin defiantly. "How about we leave now and I show you just how much I want this?" Somehow, it sounded like a threat to Draco, but that thought alone turned him on. When did he get to twisted?
"Is my place fine or should we get a hotel room?" he asked as they stood up. Blaise was luckily away for the day, spending time with Pansy and her mother on some shopping trip, so there was no danger of him walking in on them. He was pretty sure Granger would kill them both on the spot if that happened.
"Your place is fine," she said and Draco nodded. That was actually quite fine with him. The handcuffs were at his place after all.
"Do you have condoms or do we need to buy some?" Granger asked suddenly, throwing him completely off beat. He hadn't expected her to speak.
"I do have some. You aren't allergic to latex, right?"
"No," she said.
"Good."
They walked in tense silence to the front door and Draco almost dreaded the moment they stepped in. It felt more like a walk to the gallows than a hookup. They were just so messed up.
Draco unlocked the door and they walked in. It barely fell into the lock behind them and Granger was pressing him against it, her lips on his own.
Hermione didn't even get the chance to enjoy being in control as Malfoy flipped them over immediately, so she was pressed against the door. Not that she minded. It was a fantasy come true. She certainly didn't expect this to be so nice. Maybe it hadn't been such a bad idea. She needed this. And he was such a good kisser.
Hermione ran her hands through his hair and Malfoy maneuvered them away from the door and towards what she assumed to be his room.
She was nervous, but the longer they kissed the more the nervosity turned into excitement. It was a good feeling. This was a great chance to get rid off all the tension.
She ran a hand under his shirt, scratching his back lightly and Malfoy grinned into the kiss as he pulled the door shut after them.
Hermione wanted to use the distraction and pull his shirt over his head, but he pushed her hands away, going for her shirt instead. A clear power move, as her trousers went next, leaving her in her underwear in front of him
"It's only fair if you strip too," Hermione said, breaking the kiss.
Malfoy's eyes glinted with mischief as he grinned at her. "Oh really?" he asked, stepping closer, making her back away until her legs hit the bed.
"Really," she said, trying not to pout but it was hard. She was curious and he could already see her scar.
There must have been something about her expression as he sighed and pulled his shirt over his head before pulling her back into a kiss. While Hermione really wanted to see his scars in person, there were more important things right now - like how it felt having your ridiculously hot childhood enemy trail down kisses your chest and stomach.
Hermione's eyes flew open. "You don't have to…" she said uncertainly and Malfoy looked up from where he was kneeling before her, his lips hovering over the rim of her panties. Her breath hitched. It was such a beautiful sight.
"I know. But I want to," he said flatly but didn't move. Only when she nodded did he continue, pulling down her panties with his teeth, a grin on his face.
Hermione didn't have the time to contemplate it - his tongue was already circling her clitoris, sending the first waves of pleasure through her body. Her hands found their way into his hair as she fought to keep standing, her knees buckling when he started sucking. It wasn't the first time someone went down on her, but it was the first time it happened while she was standing and honestly, she hadn't anticipated it to be such a challenge. Especially when Malfoy added bis fingers into the game, sliding them in and out of her.
Hermione bit her lip, stopping any moans or anything equally embarassing from escaping her mouth, as she felt the familiar tingly sensation start building in her lower stomach.
She knew Malfoy was watching her through his lashes, probably feeling her tighten around his fingers when he did something with his tongue, curling his fingers at the same time and send her over the edge. Hermione's knees buckled, but she caught herself, Malfoy's hands on her hips to stop her from falling over.
"You alright?" he asked, that wicked smile still in his face, as he stood up.
"Yeah. You?" Hermione replied, finally sliding off her bra they had both somehow forgotten about.
Instead of answering, Malfoy pulled her towards him and into a kiss and suddenly, Hermione found herself lying on her back, Malfoy's hardon pressing against her as he massaged her breast.
She arched into him, because fuck, friction, her nails digging into his back and Malfoy moaned, making Hermione grin in satisfaction and scratch his back more while she pushed down his pants with her other hand.
While this was nice, she wanted more, in this case the dick she had already seen on a picture and now really wanted between her legs.
She contemplated asking Malfoy if she should go down on him, but he was already taking her hand away, guiding it towards the head of the bed where something cold closed around her wrist. Hermione glanced up to see him put the handcuffs around her second wrist before looking back at Malfoy.
"Everything fine?" he asked and Hermione suppressed a groan of frustration.
"No," she said, regretting it almost immediately as worry flashed over Malfoy's face. "Your dick still hasn't been inside me."
He laughed, taking a condom from his nightstand and opened it using his teeth, his eyes never leaving Hermione.
"Impatient, aren't we?" he drawled, putting the condom on. His eyes roamed around Hermione as he stroked his dick and she felt heat rise into her cheeks. How was this the hottest thing she has ever experienced?
Malfoy started kissing her again as he guided his dick into her, and Hermione felt the urge to scream when he had to pull back, instead of sliding into her with one move just like it always happened in books. No matter what she did, it way always slow with her, making her even more tense.
"Move," she said, pulling him towards herself with her legs around his waist.
Malfoy rose an eyebrow but did as he was told, leaning lower to her so he could whisper into her ear. "If you want want me to hurry up, you have to beg," he said, pulling out of her extremely slowly before getting back in at the same peace.
Hermione glared at him, but he continued the teasing. "Come on, Princess, you know you want it," he said, before biting down on her earlobe gently.
Hermione wanted to do so many things: flip him over and ride him into oblivion, run her hands through his hair and down his back, leaving red marks. All she could do was to rattle with her handcuffs, as she bit her lip. She wasn't going to let him win!
Her resolve didn't last long, his slow movements driving her crazy.
"For god's sake, just fuck me already!" she spat out finally and Malfoy laughed.
"Finally," he said, grinning at her. "I thought I would go crazy before you gave in."
She wanted to roll her eyes but he was already pounding into her and she forgot immediately what she wanted to do.
It felt so good. Why didn't they do this earlier?
"Choke me," she said and they both froze.
"Are you sure?" Malfoy asked, glinting with sweat in the afternoon light.
"Yes," Hermione replied without hesitation, desperate to get him moving again. He was such a tease.
And then he was moving again, a hand pressing down on her throat. Hermione's head started to spin. Warmth was spreading through her belly again, the tingly feeling reaching down to her toes.
She arched her back, moaning as Malfoy hit the one spot she desperately wanted him to hit again and again and she fell over the edge.
"Fuck," Malfoy cursed as his body shook not too long after and he struggled to not fall on Hermione.
"Are you fine?" she asked and he nodded.
"You?"
"Yeah. But could you please uncuff me?"
He pulled out and sat up, throwing away the used condom before he took the key and freed her.
"That was intense," Hermione said, rubbing her wrists. They didn't really hurt but it gave her something to do.
"Granger, that was nothing. Trust me, I could show you way more. Wonders Weasley never even thought about," Malfoy said, that annoying grin of his on his face as his fringe fell into his eyes. He looked so pretty and carefree, reminding Hermione of the young Leonardo DiCaprio in Titanic. It was another level of absurd to compare him to her childhood celebrity crush but it was happening and she was powerless to do anything about it but grin back as she threw a pillow at him, which he easily caught.
He put it under his head, and looked at her expectantly. "Are we going to cuddle or what?"
The question caught Hermione, who had been already thinking about how she could leave in the most dignified way, off-guard. Her instincts told her to leave, but something in her really wanted to stay. It had been a long time since she had experienced this kind of intimacy and even if it was just an illusion, she liked the thought that she could dwell in it. Having sex with Malfoy had been a stupid idea to begin with it, so why not go with it all the way?
Hermione lied down next to him and closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth of another person next to her as he pulled her close. He didn't say anything and neither did she and soon enough, Hermione felt herself drift into sleep.