Epilogue - 4 weeks later (part 1)
"Not now!" Hermione giggled nervously as Draco chased her around the Heads' common room.
Draco caught the struggling Hermione by the waist and pulled her flush against him.
"Yes, now." He glowered down at her. "You can't get me worked up like that and not expect to get fucked." He lowered his lips to her ear and growled, "Cock tease."
He did have a point. Over the past few days, she had been teasing him during the classes they had together. Whenever she'd catch him staring at her, she would play with her quill with her tongue as if in thought, or lick her lips, or push her chest out while stretching her arms, or hike her skirt up whilst pretending to scratch an itch on her upper thigh, or bend over in his direction, allowing him to see down her shirt. She knew that he knew that she knew exactly what she was doing, but she didn't care. She wouldn't look at him directly, continuing her façade of nonchalance, but she could still see him tense up and shift in his seat.
He, of course, would invariably seek her out when the teasing became too much for him, but she made sure to always be surrounded by people, and would later hide in the Heads' common room, essentially keeping him in a constant state of want. He had met her eyes while she was talking with Harry and Ron the other day outside of Transfiguration and from the look on his face, she thought that he would drag her away from them and damn the consequences. She hadn't told Harry and Ron yet about her trysts with Draco. That probably would have resulted in fighting, yelling, attempted murder, or worse – maybe even getting themselves expelled.
She really wasn't looking forward to having that conversation.
In the meantime, it was fun to play mental games with Draco. That's why they had such great sexual chemistry. However, she had developed feelings for him these past few weeks and had the unsettling feeling that they weren't mutual. She was afraid of approaching him about it lest she put herself in the position that Pansy was in. She didn't quite trust him in that regard. The empty ache that she felt in her stomach when she thought of him not wanting to stray from their booty call arrangement told her that she had in actuality developed very strong feelings for him. If she were completely honest with herself, she would admit that on a subconscious level, her toying with him was creating the illusion that he was chasing after her, when it was really the other way around.
Apparently, he'd caught on to her game, albeit not the reasoning.
Not fifteen minutes ago, she had "accidentally" dropped her textbook in front of him while walking into Ancient Runes. She'd bent over to pick it up with her backside facing him, allowing her skirt to hike up considerably. Feeling quite pleased with herself, she'd turned around to smirk at him, but the half-smile had frozen on her face. His jaw had been clenched angrily and his eyes were dark with lust.
She'd known then that she was in trouble, as evidenced by his actions now.
"What did you think?" His eyes glittered menacingly. "That I would be at your beck and call?"
He essentially had been. She enjoyed toying with him, but her time was up. He pinned her arms to her sides and proceeded to walk her backwards towards the portrait door. She struggled in his grasp.
"You were getting fairly predictable." She gasped as her back collided with the door, the force of Draco's weight pinning her there.
She knew she was pushing her luck by antagonizing him, but that was half the fun.
"Blaise could come back any minute!" Hermione protested as she squirmed, jerking her head out of the way. Blaise was actually tutoring a second-year right now, but she was trying to regain some of the leverage that she'd held over Draco for the past few days. Stalling would allow her some time to think. She couldn't put two thoughts together with Draco's hands roughly groping her legs and thighs, and his body pressing against her.
Draco had apparently weaseled the password to the Heads' common room out of Blaise. It was nice that those two were on good terms again (both of the gits were less moody and much easier to deal with), but Blaise would pay for revealing the password. He would now find more than his fair share of work thrown at him this week, if not all of it. There would also be many death glares directed at his person. Many.
Draco's voice was muffled as he tried talking while sucking on her neck. "Erfmmmm - can fucking watch."
"Don't be an idiot!" she cried, trying unsuccessfully to pry his hands off her bum.
Draco's hands and lips seemed to be everywhere at once, and her body temperature rose as desire shot through her. Giving in to her passion, she attacked him just as forcefully. She threaded her hands through his hair and proceeded to suck on his jaw, the nape of his neck, and then moved her lips back to his. She felt a grin spread across his face as she released his lower lip.
Hermione pushed herself off the door, grabbed his shoulders, jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. He may have caught her, but she was going to be on top this time. Draco seemed to have other ideas and he pushed her against the door again. Their coupling turned into a struggle for dominance.
"Uhh!" She gasped as the breath was knocked out of her and she collided with the hard wood.
Draco's free hand groped her hips and buttocks, both massaging her flesh and attempting to pull down her knickers. After a few painful tugs of the material, he muttered an incantation and they vanished.
Hermione's eyes opened in surprise.
Wandless?
Draco smirked as he undid his belt and trousers one-handedly. They fell to a pile around his ankles.
"Best. Spell. Ever."
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him.
"If you even try doing that in class," she said as she pinched and twisted his nipple through his shirt for emphasis, "I will personally take your balls and…"
Draco let out a half-laugh, half-gasp as he wrenched Hermione's hand away and slammed it against the door. He pressed against her core, sliding himself over her warm wetness and his eyes flashed at her.
"Enough talk," he growled.
He hooked his arm underneath the crook of her left knee and forced her leg up and back against the door, restricting her movements.
"Right now," he teased her entrance with his member and she jerked and gasped as when it rubbed her clit, "you're mine."
As he thrust up and sank into her, the force of him entering her roughly pushed her head back against the door with a crack.
"Aaaah!" a guttural cry was forced from her mouth.
Her body was lifted with the force of his thrust and he grunted with the exertion. He was all over her, encasing her, inside of her. It felt so good, she didn't know what to do with herself. But her shoulders and back were in pain, taking quite the beating from being slammed repeatedly against the door.
Draco pounded into her, bracing himself against the wall by pinning her right arm and left leg against the back of the portrait door. All she could do was hold on, her right leg wrapped around his waist and left arm clutching his shoulder.
She could feel her orgasm building; small waves of pleasure rippling through her body as he used her.
"Fu- fu- oh, God! I – Aah!" She felt out of control. She had to grab onto something. The heat enflaming her body was too much. The nails of her right hand dug into the palm that Draco pinned against the door. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back.
He groaned as he released her right hand. She clasped his neck, feeling the strain of his muscles underneath his skin and a slight vibration in his body, and dug her nails in. He yelled at the sudden pain and laughed.
In retaliation, he brought his hand down to her bum and dug his fingers into her flesh. He pushed her back against the door and pulled her bum forward, in time with his thrusts, molding her to his motions, to his need.
She gasped and yelped each time he penetrated her. She had no control over her body. The sensations rolled over her and she screamed her release as Draco pulled her pelvis tight against his own. He rocked forward and shot his seed into her, shuddering with each emission.
Their breaths came in heaving pants and slowly, they released each other. Muscles that had been tight with the tension of their coupling were now relaxing. She let go of his hair and he leaned his head forward, panting into the nape of her neck.
"Fuck, Granger." His voice strained as he breathed into her ear.
He released his hand from the crook of her knee and slowly lowered her so that she could stand. She felt him slide out of her as her feet touched the floor, but as soon as she was supporting her own weight, her legs buckled, and she nearly fell.
Hermione's arms flailed as she tried to catch herself. Strong hands caught her by the waist and pulled her up again.
"Thanks, I-"
Draco's laughter cut her off.
"Oh, for Merlin's sake-"
"-so hard you can't stand up-"
"-goddamn pleased with yourself."
She tried to let out an exasperated sigh as he helped her sit down on the couch, but she couldn't completely prevent the smile from dancing around her lips. Draco was unabashedly grinning from ear to ear as he zipped his trousers back up.
Her thigh muscles were killing her. Her back ached, and was probably bruised, but that fuck was brilliant.
She turned a critical eye towards Draco from her seated position on the couch.
He would still look put together after a shagging up against the wall. His hair was tousled, but the only thing that might have given him away was a light sheen of sweat on his flushed face. He could have been running to class. Her hair was all over the place and her clothes a wrinkled mess on her body. And now, she didn't even have her knickers on under her skirt.
She rubbed her shoulders. She felt completely knackered while he looked like he could go for round two. Then again, it wasn't his body that would be sore from a position like that.
She yelped as the portrait hole creaked slowly open. Panicked, she met Draco's eyes and they both turned to see Blaise slowly step through the door. Hermione snapped her legs together, wrapped her skirt as tightly as it would go around her legs, and placed her hands protectively in her lap. It wasn't as if Blaise could see anything and it certainly wasn't the first time she'd been without knickers under her skirt, but still. She felt vulnerable after just being shagged - especially in such a manner.
Draco turned to Blaise. "You have impeccable timing."
Dark eyes crinkled in amusement. "Timing? The door isn't soundproof."
Blood rushed to Hermione's face.
No!
"I thought you were tutoring?" Her words came out in an embarassed rush.
"Cancelled," Blaise replied as he shut the door behind him. "And here I was thinking it was Goldstein making you scream like that." He turned to Draco and said, "If I knew that's why you wanted the password-"
"Oh, God." Hermione covered her face with her hands. She was so humiliated. It was almost as bad as what had happened in Potions last month.
"Yeah, you screamed that too. Imagine my surprise to see that it was… Drakie."
Hermione looked over at the man in question, still smiling from the results of his sexual prowess and then put her head back in her hands.
Didn't he feel any shame?
Her embarrassment was turning into anger. Society allowed men to be proud when caught, but forced women to be shamed for the same act. For Draco, this was even better than bragging about it afterwards. The ultimate way of "marking his territory", as he had put it.
"Seriously, Granger?" Hermione raised her head to Blaise. "You could do so much better. He's got no technique."
Hermione cracked a grateful smile. Maybe Blaise wasn't so bad, trying to ease her mortification. Then again, he could have stayed outside and prevented it entirely.
Draco looked incredulous. "Just two minutes ago-"
Hermione glared daggers at Draco and he abruptly shut his mouth. Good. Blaise's eyebrows slowly rose in amusement as his eyes traveled back and forth between the two.
"So… are you two together now?"
That was the worst thing to ask at a time like this. And as she feared, the answer was silence. Awkward silence. The longer the silence extended, the cheaper she felt.
Great. She was essentially Draco Malfoy's fuck toy.
"Uh huh." Blaise was clearly enjoying the awkwardness he had caused between the two.
She looked down at her feet so that she wouldn't be tempted to meet Draco's eyes. He would see right through her.
"Get lost, Zabini," she heard Draco shove Blaise to the door.
"You could do so much better, Granger," Blaise continued, half inside and half outside the common room.
"All right, she heard you." Draco tried to close the door on him.
"With me, you won't have to fake-"
"Sod. Off." Draco shut the door on Blaise.
Hermione continued to stare at her feet and sank into the couch even further. No, they weren't together. It was just sex. And homework. An odd combination, and sometimes one led to the other. They had fun together, she enjoyed spending time with him, she knew he enjoyed spending time with her and certainly enjoyed studying with her. He made her feel special, sexy and desirable.
But that's the way Draco was. He was highly manipulative and could turn on his charm if he wanted to. She'd seen him use it on others before she was given the Lustfarae potion and had been on the receiving end of it several times since they'd started their affair. He was a charismatic person. No wonder so many girls wanted him. No wonder Pansy followed him around. Although lately, Hermione noticed that Pansy had kept her distance. Maybe she had given up and had moved on.
Smart girl. I could learn from her.
Unfortunately, he didn't show any signs of wanting to change the study mates-with-benefits arrangement that he had with Hermione. Was she going to end up like Pansy? Following Draco around in the hopes that he would return her feelings? Did she even want to? Although she had no reason to believe that he wasn't honest with her, the whole way he had taken advantage of her while she was under the influence of the lust potion bothered her. It wasn't right what he had done, and she still mistrusted him.
"You have to watch Zabini." Draco's voice cut through her reverie. "He's pure Slytherin."
She raised her head to see him gathering up his robes and satchel. He winked at her and she felt butterflies in her stomach.
"He's not the only Slytherin I have to watch," she retorted, to Draco's amusement.
"A bit of advice if he's getting to you," Draco said as he walked over to her. "Insult his mother."
He cupped her chin and gently stroked her cheek with his thumb. Her heartbeat quickened at his unexpected tenderness. Sex came often, but moments like these were rare. Her insides started fluttering uncontrollably while his grey eyes studied her. Maybe he did feel something? Or was she grasping at straws?
His voice lowered slightly and his eyes peered into hers. "He loses all ability to reason."
Her breath caught in her throat and she felt butterflies in her stomach. It just wasn't fair that he could make her feel this way.
Draco's hand dropped and he turned around towards the portrait hole.
"See you around, Granger," he called back.
She watched the portrait door close and quickly re-open. Draco's face reappeared with a malicious smile.
"If you change the password, I will fuck you in front of Pothead and Weasel."
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Hermione was sitting in the Great Hall with the rest of the Gryffindors, slouched in her seat, and facing away from the Slytherin table. Everyone was talking animatedly around her while she remained sullen, poking at her food with her fork.
She eyed Lavender, who gave a quick peck to Ron's cheek. He met Hermione's eyes, blushed and smiled. She smiled back and looked down at her plate of food again.
She couldn't help but be resentful of Lavender. Hermione had thought that she'd forgiven her, but apparently, she hadn't. She felt much more magnanimous four weeks ago when she'd been on top of the world having the time of her life with Draco. Now here she was, a mopey sod. Things looked to be going better than ever between Lav-Lav and Won-Won while she was Malfoy's groupie of the hour.
Ugh.
It would have been less painful if Lavender had succeeded in taking Crabbe's quill. At least the humiliation would have been over and done with by now.
She didn't realize that she was giving Lavender the stink eye until the bitch in question's voice jolted her out of her reverie.
"Hermione, are you okay?"
Ron, Harry, and Ginny turned towards her.
"You looked pissed," Lavender said slowly. "Off, that is."
Hermione stared down at her plate again to avoid the puzzled glances of her friends that were directed towards her.
She was that obvious, was she?
"No, just a bit stressed about an Arithmancy project," she replied quickly. School work made a good cover for just about anything she didn't want to discuss. Since none of her friends had taken Arithmancy, they wouldn't know whether there really was a project or not.
Out of the corner of her eye, she looked at Ron and Lavender's entwined hands. Life sucked. She had been the bigger person. She forgave Lavender. She was working on her… "issues," and yet Lavender got her guy and Hermione didn't.
She couldn't keep her brain from screaming "YOU FUCKING BITCH!" over and over again.
Lavender ended up having her cake and eating it too. She had humiliated Hermione, with no retribution, and now Hermione was humiliating herself by hoping that Draco would consider her more worthy than the others he'd been with, and return her feelings.
She threw her fork down on the table with disgust. As if she had to be worthy enough for him.
Fuck that. Fuck Lavender. Fuck Draco. She didn't need any of this shit.
Lavender smiled as Ron wrapped his arm around her. She ground her teeth together and exhaled forcefully. She needed to get out of here, lest her plate shatter to pieces from the force of her stare.
She really was supposed to finish up her Arithmancy project anyway. Wordlessly, she collected her things and stood up to go to the library, ignoring the curious glances her friends were giving her.
As she walked past the Slytherin table, purposely not looking at him, she felt a sudden gust of cool air underneath her skirt. Her knickers had vanished. Again.
Without stopping, she flashed Draco a rude hand gesture - which she hoped wouldn't be seen by any of the professors - and left the Great Hall. Much as she wanted a more emotional bond with him, she wasn't going to make an idiot out of herself any longer.
Grumbling in a low voice, she rounded a corner and collided with the massive wall that was Crabbe.
He looked annoyed, ready to push her aside, when suddenly he realized who he had bumped into. His eyes widened and he sidestepped around her as quick as his bulky frame would permit.
"S-sorry!" he stammered as he scurried out of her way and into the Great Hall.
Hermione smiled to herself. Okay, so there were some perks to that whole ordeal in Potions.
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Draco was bent over one of the library tables, furiously looking between two thick tomes and scribbling lines across a parchment. It wasn't like him to procrastinate so much with his assignments, but he'd been a bit distracted lately. Speaking of which, a small hand kept inching its way around the top of his thigh and towards his groin. He shook her hand off with his leg.
"Granger!"
He could see Hermione's eyes widen with feigned innocence out of the corner of his vision.
She was angry. He wasn't sure if it was at him, after Blaise had walked in on them, or at someone else. She had been distant when he first sat down to work on his Arithmancy project next to her, answering his queries with non-committal shrugs and barely-verbal responses; but as soon as he had let on how far behind he was, she had started her campaign of distraction.
She'd inched her chair closer to his and her proximity made his hair stand on end. All he could think about now was that he had Vanished her knickers.
Stupid.
She crossed her legs and his eyes followed the movement of the toned legs under her skirt. She delicately played with the hem and stated to pull on it, exposing her upper thighs.
"Draco," she purred in his ear. "I've got an itch here."
He felt his arousal start to take shape. Shifting in his seat and turning back to the text, he tried to will his erection away, but it was impossible with her acting like this. Her fingers grazed the skin of her thighs, raising the hemline of her skirt ever so slowly.
Her voice lilted in his ear. "It's right about…"
Against his better judgment, he eyed her legs as she slowly exposed them. The material of her skirt was bunched up, but still covered her most private area. He inhaled quickly. He turned to face her and stared at her lips. They spread in a slow smile, but it wasn't friendly. It was devilish. He forced himself to return his gaze to his parchment.
"Here." Her breath caressed his ear and he saw her hand disappear under her skirt out of the corner of his vision.
Draco clenched his quill and tried to keep his breathing even. "Hermione, I would love to scratch that itch for you. Later."
She put her hand on his leg, lightly. His muscle tensed and she inched her hand up again, massaging his thigh through the fabric of his trousers. Heat spread out from her hand and his nostrils flared as he exhaled and tried to concentrate on the problem before him.
"Hermione, this is serious. If I don't solve this problem soon, I won't be able to finish the project on time."
She spread her fingers so that the tips were mere centimeters from his cock - which was now fully erect and forming a tent in his lap. He swallowed and encased her slender wrist with his thumb and forefinger, reluctantly pulling it away.
"But Draco," she leaned in close to him, "I'm hot," she murmured into his ear. "And wet," she whispered.
His mouth went dry. He looked down at his notes; the past few lines were mere scribbles. He couldn't turn to look at her. Her proximity was hard enough to deal with while trying to concentrate. If he looked at her fingering herself, he'd be lost.
"Hermione, please, later." He exhaled sharply as she leaned in and stroked his thigh again, "we'll do whatever you want."
She glanced curiously at the problem he had to solve.
"It's the... theorem. Something's…" he heard his voice crack as she grazed his member over the fabric of his trousers, "wrong."
Her delicate fingers were making maddening circles around his pelvic area and inner thighs. He closed his eyes and slowly opened them again, desire and heat flooding his body. She teased him, her hands coming closer to his groin and then retreating. He didn't dare move. One hand was gripping the side of his chair and the other held his quill.
His voice came out breathy, "Been working on it – ah!" He moaned as a hot wet tongue licked the side of his neck up to his jaw. "All last week, I can't – Merlin!" His eyes closed involuntarily as she nipped and sucked on his earlobe. Her hand cupped his member through the fabric and he bucked up.
"Gaaah! Stop, stop, please," his voice lowered as he continued to fight off the sensations running through his body. "This is serious. I could fail the project."
Firmly, he removed her hand yet again.
"Is it, Draco?" She breathed into his ear.
He felt her breasts press against the side of his face as she stood up and a soft moan escaped his lips.
"Yes," he rasped.
And then mercifully – regrettably - she stopped rubbing up against him. He let out a sigh and proceeded to think of the necessary images of naked professors to calm his lust since there was no time for a cold shower. It was hard to get rid of an erection, so to speak. Especially if she was going to work next to him sans knickers, but it could be done.
Maybe.
He ran a hand through his hair, feeling hot. "Thanks. I'll make it up to you."
He leaned forward to continue looking for leads on solving the problem when he felt the softness and warmth of the side of her breast press against his cheek. She leaned forward from behind him and rested her hand on his, plucking the quill from his hand. His receding erection came back full force and he involuntarily inhaled her scent, wanting nothing more than to turn his face into her soft cleavage.
He closed his eyes and groaned again. "Please, don't…"
Her breasts jiggled slightly next to his cheek and he couldn't help himself. He reached up to palm one, massaging it, feeling the flesh move. He opened his eyes and saw with surprise that her lightly bouncing breasts were caused by her writing. She'd crossed out a few of his calculations, redrew a figure, wrote a final equation and circled it. He stared at the parchment in front of him, gobsmacked.
"Bl-o-o-dy hell. Did you just solve that now?" Hermione was smart, but that was insane.
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "What? No. I had a similar problem on my project last week. I solved it then, using the same principles."
Draco turned around to face her. "But where did you find the solution? I couldn't find anything here." He gestured to the books that he was reading.
"I didn't find it. It took a long time to figure out."
His jaw dropped. "You solved it yourself?"
That was fucking hot. A thought flitted through Draco's mind – would it be weird to wank to a memory of Hermione kicking his Arithmancy project's arse? Perhaps, but he didn't care.
She nodded, a small grin spreading on her lips. Hermione didn't fish for compliments, nor was she dependent on them. All the same, she loved being praised for her intellect. Draco could tell that she was desperately trying to keep her smile in check so as to maintain her strop about whatever it was that had her so naffed off.
"How?" He studied her. Her smile broke through from behind the grin, shining through her eyes, lighting up her entire face.
"Hard work and deductive reasoning."
He smiled, shook his head and looked up at her again in admiration. She was positively beaming. The anger was gone, he was sure of it. He wasn't sure if he had to make something up to her as she hadn't explained why she was so irritated earlier, but he'd do it anyway. Thanks to her, he'd be able to finish the project with time to spare.
"You're fucking brilliant, Granger."
She bit her bottom lip. He grabbed her upper arms to pull her down to sit in his lap and sighed. Gods, did her bum feel good on his erection. He moved her legs so that she straddled him, laced his hands through her curls, brought her face up to his and proceeded to snog her thoroughly. He was so lost in the feel of Hermione writhing on his lap, his tongue in her mouth and her responding to each movement of his fingers and lips that he didn't hear the shout until it was repeated and followed by a loud smack on the table in front of them. They both jumped and turned towards the disruptive noise.
The first thing that Draco noticed was how much the purple tint of the Weasel's skin clashed with his red hair.
"I said," Weasley shouted at him, "what the fuck are you doing?" He slammed the table again for emphasis.
Draco's erection was gone now.
"Arithmancy," he sneered.
Hermione tried to get up from Draco's lap but he pulled her back down. There was no way he was going to let Weaselbee - of all people - tell him who he could and couldn't snog.
Draco watched the Weasel's eyes bulge even more. "Get your ruddy hands off her!"
Hermione tried to get up again. "Draco, wait. Let me-"
He pulled her back down.
Hermione. Was. His. The sodding wanker had better get used to it.
Ron stalked around to the other side of the table. "You fucking – "
"Ron, wait, I can…" she protested, while attempting to stand again.
In retrospect, Draco considered that if he hadn't been so intent on keeping Hermione where she was, he could have blocked the Weasel's punch. Draco's head snapped back violently. Strangely enough, he didn't feel any pain. But there was an annoying ringing in his ears followed by the even more irritating hysterical condemnations of Madam Pince. Their shouting had brought her to this section of the library.
He shook his head and realized that he was on the ground, but couldn't remember falling. Hermione was shouting at Ron, and admirably blocking him from any more of the Weasel's wrath. He was shouting back at her. Madam Pince was yammering about detentions and looking at him worriedly.
Blimey, the Weasel had a strong right hook.
He felt his eyelids being pried open while he tried to focus on the blurred spectacles of Madam Pince, whose anxious face was hovering over him.
"Mister Malfoy," the librarian said and lightly smacked the side of his face, "how many fingers am I holding up?"
He gave a confused look at what appeared to be between two to four fingers and the world slowly went black.
Chapter end notes:
Last half of the epilogue coming soon! All loose ends will be tied up. Pun intended. ;)
If anyone has time, I love hearing your thoughts in the comment section.