A/N: I just wanna quickly say thanks to Marcela88, your review made me look like a damn freak at work! (I'm glad that's what you've picked up from the story 'cause that's what I wanted to be laying down). I really appreciate all the reviews because your feedback makes me a better writer and more effective at giving you the angsty smut, y'know what I'm sayin'? Speaking of which, *rubs hands together like the filthy smut goblin I am*, this is my favourite chapter. Bon appétit, mes amis!
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CHAPTER TEN
"Aw, isn't this a sweet sight? Two celibate teenagers curled up on the couch together," Theo laughed loudly around a mouthful of cereal.
Draco slowly woke at Theo's loud voice. His head was killing him and his stomach felt sick from yesterday's binge. He winced at his stiff neck from the sofa and took in his surroundings. He was on Granger's sofa, spooning her. He tried to ignore her bum pressed against his crotch, very aware of the effect mornings had on him. "Merlin, Theo, keep it down. How are you this chipper after yesterday?" He rubbed his eyes and rolled off the couch, rousing Granger.
"I've got a strong Irish constitution! Oi, Granger, do ye have any other food? That should help Drakey feel better," Theo teased. Draco launched a pillow at him and rolled his neck.
"Yeah, I have bread in the cupboard, and eggs and bacon in the refrigerator. But you're cooking it, I'm not your mother. You two already boarded here for free." Granger yawned, standing to stretch.
Theo prepared the trio egg and bacon sandwiches, while Draco made tea and Granger read The Quibbler at the dining table. The two men sat themselves and the breakfast feast down at the table before Draco snorted at Granger, "Why are you reading that wash? Didn't you go on record saying The Quibbler was rubbish?"
Granger put down the edition and picked up her sandwich, "Yes and I also told Harry there was no way you were a Death Eater. I've been wrong before."
Theo howled with laughter and punched Draco's bicep. Amused by her dark humour, Draco mockingly glared at her before digging into his own sandwich. She sent a small smile back at him.
After breakfast was finished, they sat around the table in sleepy contentment before Granger broke it.
"What are you lot doing for New Years?"
Theo belched and replied, "Pansy's invited us over for a dry celebration. The way she sees it, it's a fair way to balance out our wet Christmas tradition. What about ye?"
"I'm leaving for Greece on the 28th. I don't plan on celebrating but it's my tradition to get out of London for New Years." She answered vaguely.
Draco felt the pang of resentment for not knowing her plans to leave, but painted a face of indifference. "Why don't you celebrate New Years? It's odd you don't do that but you celebrate Christmas."
Granger's eyes flicked from his to Theo's and shrugged, "I actually don't normally celebrate Christmas, I just felt like it this year. As for New Years, I don't like it. It's an arbitrary thing to celebrate." Her tone effectively shut down any further enquiries. "Are you bringing Neville and Luna?"
"I expect Pansy's already invited them. She'll be happy to have a skilled dance partner," snorted Theo. "Ye should come, Granger. Postpone your trip to when it's warmer and actually makes sense to go to Greece."
Granger shook her head, "No. My portkey is non-refundable. We can get together when I'm back."
Theo sighed and stood, "Suit yourself. Thanks for the bed and breakfast, Granger. Ready to go, Drake?"
Draco nodded numbly and waved a farewell to Granger.
It wasn't until he was on his broom at the Quidditch pitch that he realized he hadn't had a nightmare last night. He definitely wasn't ready to let Granger slip through his fingers.
Hermione unpacked her bag in her hotel room while she reflected on her last interaction with Malfoy. She was greatly uncomfortable with the intimacy she had allowed to happen. She was drunk off festive joy and brandy and it resulted in sleeping with Malfoy. Harry wasn't even allowed to spend the night at her flat.
It wasn't a lie that Hermione didn't like to celebrate New Years. Normally, she didn't like to celebrate Christmas either, but she was having a fun few weeks so she went with her slightly festive mood. Spending New Years with a bunch of snakes and her two friends sounded dangerous. Dangerous because she couldn't get more intimate with Malfoy and a small party seemed like it was going to get too close to a line she'd already drawn. No emotional attachment.
So, here in Greece, she'd find a partner to make her forget about the deep sleep she had in his arms, or forget about the fact she was having a lovely time with him even without shagging or that was all she wanted to do was shag his brains out. The whole situation had become complicated when so many seemingly insignificant things had happened between them.
She huffed in frustration, took two shots of firewhisky and went to get ready for the club she was most successful at for finding partners.
After only a couple drinks at the club's bar she was feeling tipsy. She scanned the dance floor and spied a pretty black haired girl in a similar miniskirt to her own. She was dancing with a group of girls, which was promising. Hermione walked up behind the girl and gently touched her wrist. The girl turned and smiled. In Greek, Hermione yelled over the music that she liked the girl's top and ran her fingers lightly up the inside of her wrist before fingering the hem of the girl's shirt. The girl thanked her, in Greek, took Hermione's cue and started grinding her hips to the beat of the thumping music, against Hermione's own hip.
The two broke away from the group and continued to sway to the music. A few men tried coming up behind them to hopefully join in, but Hermione aggressively pushed them away. She had no interest in sharing with a man tonight. The girl told Hermione she wanted a drink and pulled her to the bar. Hermione bought them both a shot and giggled at the girl's grimace after they had downed the sweet liqueur. Her eyes snagged on a familiar tall blond opposite the bar. Instantly furious, she excused herself and marched up to him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing here?" She yelled over the music.
"Same as you Granger, scoping out the local talent. You shouldn't have given away your best spot," Malfoy grinned down at her. "Nice skirt, by the way."
"I didn't tell you where I was going. Sod off, this is my vacation," she was interrupted by the raven haired girl's hand on her waist.
The girl asked in Greek if Hermione knew the man, she replied in the affirmative too late before seeing her date's eyes run up and down Malfoy's body. She inaudibly sighed angrily.
Malfoy didn't miss the gesture, "Draco," he said simply before kissing the girl's hand. She giggled and called a name Hermione didn't care to hear. He pulled the dark haired girl's hand out to the dance floor, giving Hermione an evil grin, knowing he had won over her date.
She growled and turned back to the bar and ordered another shot. If she was going back to her hotel alone tonight, she may as well be hammered. Before she had a chance to drink it, her hand was tugged on by the girl. On the dancefloor, the girl sandwiched herself between Hermione and Malfoy, clearly enjoying herself. Hermione's anger was squashed when the girl crushed her mouth to Hermione's and speared her mouth with her tongue. Completely forgetting about Malfoy's existent, she ran her hand through the girl's hair and trailed her other hand up her thigh to grab her bum. Her hand was stopped by Malfoy's leg.
Not leaving her date's mouth, she flicked her eyes up to his, which were hooded in lust. He jerked his chin to something behind her and she squeezed his thigh in agreement. He grabbed the raven haired girl's hand and towed them to what turned out to be the women's lavatory.
They checked in the stalls to ensure they were alone then the dark haired girl threw herself into Hermione's arms and continued to kiss her. Hermione looked to see Malfoy wandlessly locking and silencing the room. Now at ease and suddenly feeling very sober, Hermione backed up against the wall and slid her hands up the girl's shirt to play with her breasts. Draco pulled the dark hair off the girl's shoulder and started licking and sucking her neck, not taking his eyes from Hermione's. Desire hit Hermione like freight train and she dropped to her knees to pleasure the girl with her mouth. With her skirt hitched to her hips, Hermione ferociously licking her sensitive bud and Malfoy devouring her mouth, the girl was a puddle of pleasure.
Hermione stood and took Malfoy's mouth from the girl's to share the Grecian's flavour. Malfoy moaned into her mouth and grabbed her arse, pulling the girls harshly together. The girl's hand found its way up Hermione's skirt and started rubbing slowly causing Hermione to sigh back into Malfoy's mouth. He sucked her tongue and she felt she might melt. The girl latched herself onto one of Hermione's nipples and she felt herself ripening for an orgasm. Encouraged by her moans, the girl dropped and began to use her tongue on Hermione. Quickly taking advantage of empty space between them, Hermione unzipped Malfoy's trousers and pulled out his cock, stroking it faster and faster as she came. His stormy eyes never leaving hers. The eye contact made Hermione feel dizzier than she ever had after an orgasm.
Malfoy yanked the girl into a standing position, put a hand on her belly and silently cast what Hermione assumed was a contraception and disease charm. He bent his knees and slid inside the raven haired girl from behind. She let out a loud, high pitched moan. Hermione could have come again from the sound. She dragged her eyes away from Malfoy's and she tugged the girl's shirt up to give her breasts attention. She heard Malfoy moan in immense pleasure at the sight and speed up his pace.
Soon, the girl let out a loud, long, strangled moan and yelled something in Greek that Hermione's brain couldn't comprehend at that point.
"Ask her if she came," Malfoy ordered roughly. Hermione complied and the girl nodded her flushed head.
Swiftly, he pulled out of the girl and took Hermione by the waist and lifted her to the bathroom counter, positioning himself between her legs. Hermione reached out and pulled the girl to her mouth as Malfoy cast another wordless contraception and disease charm on her own belly. She cried into the girl's wanting mouth as Malfoy plunged into her. He groaned as she wrapped her legs around his waist, "Fuck, Granger!"
The girl continued to kiss Hermione and tweaked her nipples with her fingers as Malfoy aggressively shagged her. Hermione guided the girl's right hand down to her clit and she took the hint to rub vigorously. All of her muscles seized as she felt her second orgasm barrel its way through her. Malfoy buckled forward,panting, and braced his hand on the mirror Hermione was leaning her head on, "Granger, I'm going to come. I - " his own orgasm cut himself off.
Hermione's core tightened and she felt a wave of heat wash over her already flushed face and chest at the sight of Malfoy's face of ecstacy. So much for not shagging him until after New Years, she mockingly scolded herself.
The girl transferred to kissing Malfoy and ran her hand over Hermione's thigh. She whispered something that Malfoy didn't understand, he looked to Hermione.
She laughed lightly and scooted herself off the counter once Malfoy pulled out of her. "She said she had fun and thanked you for suggesting the loo."
Hermione replied in Greek, that they had fun as well. The girl smiled and made for the door. Malfoy quickly zipped himself back up and cast a silent Finite Incantatem behind the girl to unlock the door. The pair followed her out to find a long line of angry women shouting curses at them in Greek.
"Take me back to your room," Malfoy yelled over the music to Hermione.
Forgetting her past irritation at him, she nodded.
"What, Malfoy? Not everyone can afford to stay at the Four Seasons." Granger scoffed at his reaction to her room.
"It's just, this room and your flat, come on, Granger… A little glamour didn't hurt anyone," he goaded kicking off his shoes and grabbed her bottle of firewhisky. His heart was still pounding from their session in the club. He knew she was different these days, but he didn't expect that to actually happen. Draco took a drink straight from the bottle and sat on the uncomfortable sofa.
She scoffed louder, "Is this how it is with you? You shag women then insult them?"
He made a sweeping gesture over his body and gave an incredulous look, "Obviously, Granger." He held the bottle out to her.
Granger laughed while she rolled her eyes and grabbed the bottle for a swig. "I suppose I should have known what I was getting into." She sat down on the sofa and flung her legs over his lap.
Draco couldn't help his hands that immediately gripped her thighs. Blood rushed back to his cock as she gasped.
"Again?" She challenged with a grin and cocked eyebrow.
Without bothering to answer, Draco lunged for her mouth and literally ripped her tank top off her. Granger moaned loudly into his mouth. She roughly popped all the buttons off his black Oxford and attacked his throat with her mouth. He gripped her head and pulled her on him so she was straddling him, once again. She pecked him on the mouth before she slid off his lap to slowly peel off her bra, skirt and ruined knickers.
He breathlessly watched her, completely entranced by her smooth movements. Draco shoved his trousers and pants down to his knees and began stroking himself. She slowly sashayed up to him and dropped to her knees in front of him.
Draco couldn't recall being harder, he may have fainted if anymore of his blood rushed to his cock. Her soft mouth descended upon his prick and he inhaled sharply and unintentionally bucked into her mouth. "Sorry." He apologized raggedly.
In response, Granger opened her throat and took him nearly to the hilt. She briskly continued to pleasure him with her mouth. He moaned loudly and felt himself sputtering to say some words of encouragement but she removed her mouth. Swiftly, she sat down on his cock and let out a loud moan.
He shifted off the rest of his shirt and slid his hands up her hips to her breasts. She threw her head back and rode him hard. His mouth sucked her throat hard then descended on her perky nipples and she grabbed the back of his head, ruffling his hair.
"Help me," she whispered.
He obeyed and grabbed her hips and bucked into her at the same pace she had set. She braced her hands on either side of his head on the back of the sofa and he was rewarded with a perfect view of her breasts bouncing. He licked from her nipples to her cleavage, which elicited a loud whine from Granger as she picked up her pace.
"I'm going to - oh, Merlin! Draco!" She shouted his name as she finished.
He roared in pleasure at the sound of his given name on her lips and at the tightness around his cock. Knowing he wouldn't last much longer, he moved a hand from her hip to her clit and began to rub in circles as he pumped in and out of her.
Once he was sure she finished again, he let himself go.
Hermione unsteadily lifted herself off him and threw her naked, sweaty body onto the bed. She felt completely sated. Her endorphin high and firewhisky remnants lulled her into a delightful sleep, unaware of Malfoy already snoring on the sofa.
It was still dark outside the window when she was awoken by Malfoy shouting incoherently.
She sat upright immediately and hurried to the couch where he was slumped to the side, convulsing. She tried to rouse him by smacking his cheek and whispering, "Malfoy. Hey, wake up."
Impatiently, Hermione wretched him upright and smacked him across the face as hard as she could, "Draco! Wake up!"
His eyes snapped open, full of fear. He grabbed her cheeks and then pulled back slowly and stared at his hands. His head fell to his hands and he began to sob uncontrollably. Hermione uncomfortably made to stand to owl Theo so he could deal with this mess.
Malfoy's Seeker reflexes kicked in and he snatched her wrist before she was upright, "No. Please don't. Stay with me, please," he pathetically whimpered.
She internally cringed. This wasn't what she had signed up for. But she couldn't just leave him like this. He was obviously struggling with whatever he had been dreaming about. So she grabbed the blanket from the bed and curled up on the sofa in front of him. He settled in behind her and deeply inhaled her hair and neck. "Thank you," he muttered before falling back asleep.
Hermione didn't sleep much the rest of the night. She felt supremely uncomfortable about the level of intimacy that was his arm tightly tucked against her hip, his breath tickling her cheek, his legs entwined in hers. All she wanted from him was a good shag once in a while, not a snuggle buddy. Although, this was ultimately her fault for letting him sleep with her on Christmas night and for not owling Theo tonight.
She knew he went through a lot during the War, but so did she and Harry. Harry didn't ask her to sleep with him or cuddle him. Hermione thought it had been safe to get involved with Malfoy because he was the least emotional person she knew. Well, as an adult at least. In his younger years he was dominated by his temper and fear. She let herself believe he grew out of that behaviour, which was clearly not the case.
By seven in the morning she decided she would quietly pack up her things, sneak out and find a new hotel. She didn't intend on getting back in touch with him or shagging him again (much to her disappointment) and felt an Irish goodbye would be easiest. The plan made her stomach ache. But perhaps that was just the liquor from the club, not any sort of affection she had for Malfoy.
Easing out of his grip slowly, she quietly threw a white sundress on over her naked body. She was nearly done packing her bag when two sharp silver eyes stopped her in her tracks. She had been caught. "I didn't mean to wake you," she admitted.
"You're leaving," he said in a low voice, not questioning, but accusing.
"Yes."
"Why?" He sat up, pulled and buttoned his shirt back on and pulled up his trousers.
Her temper flared, "'Why?' Are you honestly asking me that? I made it clear I didn't want to date you. That, last night," pointing at the sofa he was sitting on, "was too much. I didn't sign up to be your sodding helper."
Malfoy stood and quickly closed the space between them, "You have no fucking idea what you're talking about!" He yelled in her face.
"And I don't fucking care! I told you that! I'm not your girlfriend, I'm not even your friend! I just wanted to shag you. I thought you understood that!" She shoved him away from her.
He rushed her and pinned her body against a wall with his, "I don't need you. It's laughable that you think that I wanted you of all people to help me. You've made my life a living hell!" Malfoy punched his fist straight through the plaster next to her head.
Hermione twisted her body as he threw off his balance to punch the wall to escape. She grabbed his shirt and trousers at his right hip, grabbed under his left arm, kicked her right leg to hook behind his right leg, dropped him onto her right hip and threw him away from her.
He blinked twice in shock from the ground.
She spat at the ground in front of him, "Fuck off, Ferret." And Apparated to Grimmauld Place without her things.