For HarleenQuinzel7654, because there are few things I can deny you when it comes to Dramione smut. I hope you all enjoy.
"Funny seeing you here, Granger."
"Oh no," she said, raising her hands up, "You stay away from me."
Draco smirked, using the distance to his advantage so he could rake his eyes over her body. She had on the regular Hogwarts uniform, her hair loose around her face and a table full of books in front of her.
She was searching for a particular spell book for her Potion's essay, and the last thing she wanted was Draco Malfoy anywhere near her. They'd fooled around a few more times in the Restricted Section, but she was ready to put an end to it.
Or at least that's what she kept telling herself.
"How long are you going to avoid me?"
"Until you get the hint, it seems." she said, never taking her eyes off him. She didn't trust him for a second.
"Shame. Malfoy's are known to be stubborn."
She narrowed her eyes at him, weary of the way he was slowly moving toward her.
"Don't even think about it." she said, pointing her wand at him.
He did little more than chuckle, but did stop moving forward.
"I don't need to touch you for you to have a good time, love."
With a wave of his hand her school uniform shrunk about two sizes, making the modest, knee-length skirt she had on dangerously close to exposing her bum.
"Malfoy!" she snapped, attempting to tug the aforementioned skirt down with little luck.
"What?" he asked, feigning ignorance. "I think you look great."
She rolled her eyes and made to use her wand to fix her clothing when she heard:
"Expelliarmus."
"Give me my wand back."
Instead he tucked it into the back pocket of his pants, enjoying the rather annoyed look on her face.
"What do you want?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
"You. I thought I'd made that obvious at this point." he said, tilting his head to the side to study her.
She was clearly annoyed, but there was also something else that he could see as well, though he wasn't quite sure what it was.
"I'm sure you have plenty of ready and willing bints who'd be more than willing to oblige you."
"Of course I do." he said with a smirk, "Yet here I am."
With a flick of his wrist he had Hermione's hands pinned above her head against the bookshelf behind her, her legs spread a foot or two apart.
"What are you doing?" she hissed, "Let me go right now, Malfoy."
She acted furious, but Draco could definitely identify the look in her eye now: lust.
She wanted him as much as he wanted her, she was just being stubborn about admitting it.
He could have fun with that.
"Now why would I do that? You beg so beautifully, love. I've missed the sound."
He had stepped closer to her, his cool, slender fingers skimming across her cheek as he spoke, silver eyes focused solely on her before he leaned closer to whisper in her ear.
"And I fully intend to hear it again."
Her breath hitched at his words, and damn it all but he loved the sound.
He slowly trailed his fingers down her neck, tracing her cleavage - mostly caused by his spell on her clothing - each button popping as he touched it.
"This is insane." she snapped, attempting to keep her breathing in check. He didn't need to know how much the idea of this was exciting her.
Though of course he already knew.
"What's insane, is you trying - and failing I might add - to deny that you want this. You want me."
The buttons to her blouse were completely undone, exposing a strip of her bra and toned stomach to his view.
"You don't know anything. Keep your hands to yourself." she snapped, her cheeks flushed a rather lovely pink.
He chuckled, "I told you, Granger. I don't need to touch you for us to have fun."
He took a few steps back, taking a seat on the table she'd been working at.
Before she could say anything, her blouse was pushed aside, fully exposing her lacy bra.
"How are you doing that?" she asked, unable to hide how impressed she was by his use of wandless magic.
He smirked, but didn't say anything. Choosing instead to vanish her bra completely.
Hermione squirmed under his intense silver gaze. He looked like he wanted to devour her, but he was keeping his distance.
For now.
"Tell me something," he said, his eyes meeting hers, a spark she'd not seen before in them, "Can you feel my hands against your breasts? Pinching your pert nipples...massaging so you arch into my touch."
Her eyes had involuntarily fallen closed at his seductive voice - and she could indeed, somehow, feel his hands on her body, even though he was at least four feet away from her.
"Can you feel my tongue? Tracing down your neck...between your breasts...skimming down your stomach..."
He watched her carefully, her body responding to his magic beautifully. She was tugging at the restraints on her wrists, but had involuntarily let her legs fall open as he spoke.
"Can you, love?" he repeated.
"Yes," she sighed, "Please don't stop."
He chuckled slightly, but couldn't say no to her. He wanted to touch her.
He continued the gentle thrum of his magic, but knelt down in front of her, lifting one of her legs effortlessly onto his shoulder. He waisted no time in attacking her clit, the sudden onslaught pulling a surprisingly loud moan from the witch before him.
"Malfoy...Draco...oh gods." she murmured, beginning to grind her pussy against his face, her orgasm fast approaching.
He moved his hands to her hips when she began to come, refusing to let her pull away from him.
He wanted her to feel it all. Wanted her to know that he was the only one who could make her feel like this, because he'd be damned if she kept avoiding him.
After bringing her to her second orgasm from that position, he stood, capturing her breathless pants with a kiss.
He reached up, grabbing the magical bindings from above her head and pulling her toward the table, "Bend over."
She smirked, "Rather bossy, Malfoy."
He returned her smirk, releasing the binding so it could wrap around the leg of the table, tugging her forward so her breasts were pressed against the tabletop and her arse was on display for him.
He skimmed his fingers over her lush bum, dipping his fingers between her folds.
She moaned, pushing back against his fingers, "Please, Malfoy."
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me."
He smirked, "Is this you saying you want me?"
He had freed his cock, rubbing it against her clit as he leaned forward to press kisses down her spine.
"Oh just shut up and fuck me, you smug bastard." she said over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling with challenge.
And Draco was never one to turn down a challenge.
He grabbed her hips, slamming into her to the hilt. Instead of giving her time to adjust as he had in the past, he continued, his hips pistons as he pounded into her.
Hermione was gripping the edge of the table, completely lost in how utterly overwhelming he was.
"Draco," she moaned, her pussy beginning to clench around him, "I'm going to come."
"I know." he said, leaning forward so his chest was pressed against her back, "I can feel your tight little pussy squeezing my cock."
He moved one hand from her hip to her hands, placing his over hers, as his free hand found its way to her clit.
Seconds later she was coming undone, and he didn't stand a chance. He tensed, biting into the soft skin of her shoulder and joining her.
He stood, giving her arse a smack before vanishing her bindings.
Hermione groaned, flipping so she was on her back on the table, staring up at the ceiling.
"If I fail my potions exam it's your arse, Malfoy." she murmured, slowly buttoning her blouse again.
He chuckled, correcting the size of her uniform before handing her back her wand.
"I'll see you, Granger. Sooner rather than later." he said, tucking a stray curl behind her ear after he'd tugged her into a sitting position on the table. "Or I'll really have to show you 'bossy'."
Her eyes widened but she didn't let him intimidate her, "Hmm, you don't say? Maybe I'll have to stay away for two weeks next time."
He narrowed his eyes, yanking her forward with an arm around her waist, "Don't even think about it. Unless you want me showing up in your dorm room next time, love." he murmured the last part against her ear, earning him the shiver he'd been hoping for.
"You wouldn't dare."
"Try me."