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"Why do you constantly feel the need to take control?" Draco growled as Hermione rhythmically rode him, giving him the most delicious sight, yet he still found the need to argue.
She smirked down at him and swirled her hips, "Are you actually complaining, Malfoy?"
His breath caught and he gripped her hips, shaking his head, "Not at all. I mean, this is basically every bloke's dream. But I can shag you just as well, you know?" He added with a thrust of his hips, catching her off guard.
She fell forward with a moan and kissed his lips as his hands moved to her arse to help her keep moving.
Hermione pushed off his chest and sped her movements up causing him to groan and breathe faster as he reached up to cup her left breast.
Draco looked up at her. She was stunning. Her face was spattered in random freckle perfection. Her hair was somewhat tamed, chestnut-colored waves that billowed around her shoulders, bouncing as she moved.
"Fuck, Granger. Be mine already." He grunted, gripping her hip and breast possessively.
She swallowed and huffed, "Malfoy, the only reason you are asking me to be with you is because you currently have your cock buried inside me."
He groaned loudly, coming at her words.
The sensation of him coming deep inside her, caused her to climax once more, moaning as she bit her lip.
He clenched his jaw, looking up at her. He knew better than to bring it up again, but he couldn't help it. He flipped them over and looked into her startled amber eyes.
"I want you to be mine." His eyes shot down to her lips where her tongue had darted out to wet the before disappearing once more.
She shook her head and shoved him off her, "Stop it, Malfoy." She huffed, refusing to meet his eyes as she got up and began to get dressed, "You and I both know that what you feel for me is lust."
"Granger…Hermione." He sighed, "I'm serious about this."
She rushed to finish pulling on her clothing before huffing, "Malfoy, just…let it go!" She sighed and rushed out of the room.
He groaned frustratedly and flung himself back on the bed they had conjured in the room.
A couple weeks had passed, and they hadn't even spoken when the 8th years decided to have a bash in the Room of Requirement.
Hermione arrived and was immediately asked to dance by Terry Boot.
"Sure Terry." She smiled kindly and walked with the brown-haired wizard to the dancefloor.
Draco, who was talking to Daphne and Theo, looked over and caught sight of Terry pulling Hermione closer by her hips.
"Draco?" Daphne said, trying to get his attention before he suddenly spun on his heels and stormed across the room.
Draco grabbed Hermione's arm and pulled her away.
Terry grabbed her other arm, furrowing his brow, "What the hell, Malfoy?!"
While keeping a firm grip on her arm, Draco stepped up to Terry and looked him in his eyes, "Back off, Boot." He muttered in a dangerously low voice.
Terry swallowed and let go of Hermione's arm.
Hermione, shocked by the scene and Draco's actions, was unsure of how to react so she simply let Draco drag her out of the Room of Requirement and down the corridor.
He pulled her into an empty classroom and placed a silencing charm on the room.
She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him, "Why the bloody hell are you acting like a mad Blast-Ended Skrewt?"
He huffed a hollow laugh and looked over at her with fire in his eyes. "I've told you time and time again that I want to be with you, and you refuse me every bloody time! And now, when you know how bad, I want you! How bad I…" He paused, stopping himself from saying something before continuing with his shouting, "You're rubbing it in my bloody face in front our entire god damn class! Why the hell do you feel the need to torture me, Granger?!" He bellowed.
She felt frozen in utter astonishment of his words and emotions.
"You meant it?" She asked hoarsely
He furrowed his brow, confused, "Meant what? That I want you? Hell yes, I meant it! What gave you the impression that I didn't?" He asked but didn't give her time to answer, "In what way does repeatedly pleading with you to be mine not say I want you? How about not talking to you for 2 bloody weeks after you told me to 'let it go'? How am I supposed to let it go, Hermione?" His tone had changed from an angry, shouting one to a soft, desperate one. And when he said her first name, she nearly broke.
She swallowed, "Malfoy…" she began.
"Draco." He said, looking at her with soft, grey eyes, "My name is Draco."
She nodded and tentatively reached forward, touching his chest, "Draco." She said as she met his eyes. "I'm sorry, I just…I was scared…"
Draco huffed, "Bloody woman. You'll face a basilisk, werewolves, escaped prisoners, Umbridge, and the Dark Lord but you're scared of having feelings for me?"
She nodded, "Yes." She replied, "Because I know I'll fall in love with you and that could really, truly kill me."
"How?"
"If you were to leave me…"
"I wouldn't. I would never leave you." He said sincerely, "Don't you see it yet, you infuriating witch? I'm already in love with you."
Her face softened as she cupped his jaw, looking him in the eyes.
He nodded, "I love you, Granger."
"Hermione." She said, smirking, "My name is Hermione."
"Be mine, Hermione." He said quietly.
She smiled and nodded, "I'm yours, Draco." She replied.
He surged forward, kissing her with such passion that she moaned loudly against his mouth, her hands gripping his hair desperately.
The other 8th years wondered where they had gone but the next day proved to give them answers. The couple entered the Great Hall for breakfast, hand in hand, a bite mark on Draco's neck and if watched closely, it was clear that Hermione was a bit sore between the legs.