Written just because. These two whisper to me when I least expect it. Grammarly is my Beta.
She was pressed up against a stone wall with Draco Malfoy settled between her thighs. He was kissing her like he never wanted to breathe again and she was loving every moment of it.
Until he tugged sharply on one of her curls.
Pressing both hands firmly against his chest, she pushed him back out of her space and glared up at him, trying to catch her breath. His chest was heaving as well and she had to admit she quite liked seeing him with his perfect hair out of place and licking his kiss-swollen lips. But there were some things she just couldn't let go of.
"Why is it that every man seems to think I want my hair pulled the moment things get a little heated?" She grumbled.
Malfoy opened his mouth to answer, but she pushed onward, refusing to let him get a word in until she was finished saying what she had to say.
"Honestly, do men really think this is the kind of thing you spring on a new partner without the decency of a conversation beforehand? They wouldn't just walk up and spank an acquaintance in the hallway, so what makes them think any other kind of foreplay involving pain would be alright to just test out without a warning."
The bewildered expression on Malfoy's face was slowly giving way to an amused smirk and Hermione narrowed her eyes at him.
"Not all women enjoy that kind of thing, you know," she concluded with a huff.
"Did you like it, Granger?" Malfoy spoke in a tone that left her believing he already knew what her answer was.
"Wellă…ˇ" she paused to clear her throat, feeling a flush rise to her cheeks. "As a matter of fact, I did. But it isn't something I'd ever liked before...You had no way of knowing I would," she muttered petulantly.
"But if you'd never liked it before, you had no way of knowing you would like it when I did it."
"I suppose you're right. But it's about consent. That's all."
"In that case, may I please return to kissing you, Miss Granger?" He grinned at her. "And when I do, would you allow me to gently tug on those luscious curls again?"
Hermione's heart was in her throat and she was certain the heat in her own eyes matched the smouldering passion in Malfoys. Grabbing the front of his button-down, she tugged him back to her and stood on her toes to firmly press her lips to his, making his breath catch.
After several long moments, she pulled back and playfully tugged on his hair to bring his ear closer to her lips.
"You may, Mister Malfoy," she whispered seductively as her fingernails trailed along the skin at the base of his neck. "But you don't have to be gentle."