A/N: This chapter is practically all adult, FYI. I've got to hurry up now if I want this finished in time. Please give me lots of feedback so I can apply your advice and corrections to the ending! It just may inspire me to get 7 up asap!
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He went crashing into his bedroom, ripping open his top drawer. Scrambling through random phials, he chose one, pulled the cork out with his teeth and dumped the contents onto his hand. He hissed loudly as it stung. Frantically he looked around the top of his dresser. Dissatisfied he glanced over to his nightstand where he saw the bottle of fire whiskey he was looking for.
He unscrewed it hastily and took several long gulps. He popped the bottle out of his lips to catch his breathe heavily, wiping his brow with his sleeve. He looked down and saw Hermione, who looked vacant yet miserable.
"You alright?" she finally asked.
"What do you care mudblood?" he scathed, taking another swig.
"Well, there was a lot of yelling," she tried to continue.
"Just shut up!"
Hermione rolled her eyes, and blatantly ignored his demand, "I have to use the loo," she said "and Snape said I could have a shower."
"Did he?" said Draco in a mocking tone, still seething with anger and ready to snap at anything, "Well let's give Princess Bank Robber a toilet break then!"
Digging out his wand he blasted the tape off of the headboard and then pulled her up sharply by the forearm, "Don't try anything funny," he warned, shoving her into the bathroom and slamming the door.
Draco turned and collapsed onto his bed, still nursing his bottle. He had never in his life felt so wretched, so hopeless. His own father! …Finally back and able to relieve him from this life but refusing. He couldn't believe it. He had counted on it so much, the very thought; the only thing keeping him going. He did not want accept it. He had always tried to ignore the fact that he hated his father, but it was so stupid to now. All he felt was hate. "This is all his fault," he thought.
The sound of the plumbing came clanking—she must be starting her shower. Instantly in front of his eyes was the dreamscape of Hermione emerging from a misty shower, lathering herself seductively with fragrant soap, then turning to Draco with a sexy smile, urging him to join her. Wanting to massage soap sensually all over his back before…
He sat up angrily, but wise enough not to punch anything again. Damn it! He just wanted her. And if it was any other girl but her he could just walk right into that shower with no problem and get whatever he wanted.
And being used to getting whatever he wanted, he certainly was not taking the current situation well. Granted, he had the mother-of-all emotional manipulative and verbally abusive Fathers, but at least Lucius had always previously provided well.
He was completely unaware he was throwing a horrible tantrum like a spoiled brat, because he had known no other life than that of a spoiled brat until Voldemort came back and his Father got arrested. Was it just him, or was the return of Voldemort not the greatest thing to ever happen like so many of his family associates had speculated? Hadn't everything in fact gotten worse for him and his family?
Before, when he said he didn't want to do something, he didn't have to. And when he said he wanted something, he bloody well got it.
But here he was, not wanting to guard the stupid cup, but having to, not wanting to kill anyone, but having to, and incidentally, wanting to shag Granger stupid, but being unable to! Nothing was going his way. Nobody was even listening to him. Him! Draco Malfoy. Muggleborns like Granger wouldn't even shut up when he told them to! He couldn't take it; he was going to lose his mind.
The shower had stopped. He took more drinks. That's when he heard it, the sound of something shattering.
That nuisance wasn't trying to go out the window was she?
In a flash Draco kicked in the bathroom door. Hermione pulled a towel up to her as fast as she could, mouth dropped in horror. "Get out!" she screamed.
Draco switched between the naked, barely covered Hermione and the broken potion bottle in the sink. It wasn't the window that had shattered. Finally this all registered and he backed out, closing the door.
It was only a few seconds before Hermione came storming out of the bathroom, still glistening from the humidity of the hot shower, dressed back in her tank top and short pajama shorts.
"What the hell?" she barked.
"Never mind!" Draco yelled back, "What were you doing going through my cabinet anyway?"
"I was seeing if you had any Essence of Murtlap for your hand!" she answered loudly.
"Oh, how fucking sweet," Draco shouted angrily, "What's next, going to heal me into releasing you? Whoring yourself out in any which way?"
Hermione sighed with frustration, "Look," she said firmly, "I don't know what the hell I was thinking okay? Obviously, I made a huge mistake. I've had a really traumatic last couple of days, clearly I was delirious. Bloody Stockholm syndrome if you will. Please, just forget about it. I knowI would love to."
Draco scowled at her, "Just get back where you were," he ordered harshly.
Silently and without argument, Hermione got back on the bed looking defeated.
Draco, again with his duct tape, crawled up onto the bed next to her. Realizing he was in the same position as he was when she first kissed him he got a fluttery nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach as he rebound her wrists, very tightly this time.
He hated the sick, shaky feeling and missed with longing the days when it was the other way around; when people were nervous around him instead. Back when he instilled fear in others, when he was the one with the power over them.
"What the hell happened to that anyway?" he thought with silent anger to himself. There was a time when Draco would walk in a room and everyone would automatically know who was superior.
He looked down at Hermione, making the same mistake as before, transfixed by her cleavage.
But instead of allowing him this time, she clucked her tongue in annoyance, "Finished?" she asked.
Draco gave her an irritated glare. Now she was telling him what to do.
"No." said a strong and forceful voice in his head. He wasn't finished actually. He liked looking at her. And you know what? He was going to help himself to the privilege.
In fact, Draco really liked the sound of his raw, unfiltered response. He may not be able to tell the Dark Lord what to do, or his Father, or even Snape… but Mudblood Granger? His prisoner? Well, he was in charge here. Perhaps it was time to make that clear.
Without thinking it through too clearly, he reached out and began stroking her cheek. Hermione flinched and tried to shake her head, pushing his hand away. Draco merely took her by the chin and held her face still.
"Stop," Hermione said.
Draco said nothing, he just silently looked her up and down; pleased as he saw the confusion and worry grow on her expression. Knowing she was wondering what she could do, and realizing nothing, that she was helpless when it came down to it caused a strange sense of satisfaction to overcome him. He was in control here, and it was a strangely empowering thing to realize. Perhaps the days of Lucius getting Draco whatever he wanted were over. Perhaps it was time Draco started getting things for himself!
He leaned down and kissed her hard on the mouth, shoving his tongue between her lips.
"Quit!" she yelled when he finally broke off.
Draco smiled wickedly.
"What's the matter?" he drawled, "Didn't hear you complaining earlier…" He repositioned himself over her, straddling her sides.
"Oh please," she said with a nervous laugh, "Is the wannabe murderer a wannabe molester now too? Or are you just drunk?"
Did she just laugh? Did he need to demonstrate that he was to be taken seriously? His grin grew even wilder.
"So you weren't previously grinding into me then?" he questioned, "Because if memory serves me correctly you were… you know, after you kissed me…"
Hermione was shaking her head, "Just forget about that Malfoy-"
But Draco was already back to kissing her, invading her mouth aggressively, sucking on her tongue and massaging it deeply. Pulling away he looked at her again, but this time she had nothing to say—she just looked him deeply into the eyes, obviously concerned, wondering if he was bluffing or not.
But Draco paid no mind, he dipped down to kiss her neck, sucking lightly, grazing her with his teeth. He felt her stiffen; trying to stifle the tingle he was certain she felt.
If he wanted her to tingle, she would tingle.
"Malfoy!" She whined desperately.
But he stuck the tip his tongue in her ear, rendering her completely speechless, giving her plenty of time to savor the heat.
Tasting her, kissing her freely, had caused erotic momentum to build within him. He recalled the abrupt stop he had suffered through previously. He was not going to put himself through that again. No, he was starving and Hermione was a banquet that he was going to feast on.
He slid his hands down her sides, appreciating her generous curve and then gripped her hips. He pushed himself onto her. She managed to make no noise but Draco felt her shift beneath him. He smiled, liking the idea of coaxing it out of her, and he quickly slid his hands back up, pushing her tank top up to her chin revealing her breasts.
Draco breathed heavily, taking in her magnificence. More beautiful and vivid than his most detailed fantasy, he dived right in, overtaking a nipple into his hot mouth while he grabbed her other breast firmly with his hand and squeezed. He felt Hermione tighten even more, desperate to ignore any feelings he might be stimulating within her…
But the rest of her body betrayed her as Draco felt her nipples harden and was pleased to be able to suck more vigorously and lightly tweak the other with his fingers. Draco could've sworn he heard her hold in a squeal and she was fidgeting a lot now. Draco broke away, and after giving her one more taunting lick on her taut, peaked breast he checked his progress. She had her eyes screwed closed tightly, biting her bottom lip firmly. But there was nothing she could do to stop her face from flushing. Yes—he was turning her on.
Only one way to know for sure though… As quickly as he had whipped up her top, her shorts were down at her knees. Taking his time now, he drew slow circles over her cotton panties with the fingertips he managed to squeeze in between her tightly closed thighs. He watched as goosebumps spread across her belly. No matter how hard she tried to keep her legs together though, Draco could still slide one finger down to her center.
"Oh yes," he uttered huskily upon finding slickness, "You're so wet."
He couldn't believe she was warmer, softer, than he had been able to imagine. Settling on her clit, he expertly began flicking it speedily from side to side. Draco did not move his steady gaze from her face, awaiting her response. Her pelvis lifted upward and she inhaled with audible sharpness, biting even harder into her lip. Her hands were now in tight fists and he noticed her toes were pointed. Draco watched her chest rise as she continued her silent struggle. He took the apex of her bountiful chest into his mouth again, massaging it playfully with his lips before sliding the middle finger he had been teasing her clit with into her and moved it inside her skillfully.
Finally, a low groan escaped her mouth and Draco felt his already swollen cock surge with even more pressure. He was pleasuring her and she liked it, no matter how hard she tried to pretend… tried to deny. His eyes narrowed with triumph, the sound of her sexy involuntary vocalization only motivated him to play with her further as he enjoyed her growing wetness… curious and inspired to see what more he could accomplish.
She was his to do with whatever he wanted. And he wanted her to scream his name. He slid another finger into her and began to beckon firmly.
"Your pussy…" Draco moaned, "… is so hot," he whispered, disbelieving the firmness with which her walls squeezed him. He felt as though his penis was trying to leap out of his pants, jealous of his fingers. Another moan from Hermione only made matters worse. She thrashed her head about angrily, obviously disappointed in herself for revealing anything. But her head was tossed back now, her arched back pushing her breasts even more into Draco's mouth, which he had undoubtedly left his mark on, and her hips wiggled with earnest, her legs strangely not clenched together anymore, but limp just enough to part.
"Oh god," he murmured as he continued to finger her, distracted by the intense yearnings of his groin. He was wanted to so incredibly badly… but could he really?
And then she moaned. Not a groan but a real moan. Then she held something in her throat that came out as a seductive whimper.
Yes! He could. He really could. He wanted to make her scream his name, didn't he? He was determined to revert to a life where he got what he wanted. Where people did what he wanted them to do. She would be the ultimate return.
He sat up, pulling off his t-shirt. Hermione's eyes popped open at the momentary break from his erotic games. Draco smiled at her. He slowly exaggerated the movements needed to undo his pants, while she watched, desperate to not reveal anything on her face. She failed miserably however, when Draco's erection came springing out as he heftily pulled down his pants and boxers and her eyes doubled in size.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, "That's for you," he said, shimming the rest of his clothes off. Then he slipped off her now damp panties.
Hermione was panting heavily as Draco roughly pulled apart her knees, kneeling between them, sitting back on his own heels. His cock pulsed with excitement right outside her slit, eager to enjoy.
Draco marveled again at the situation he was in—her actually being naked and spread out before him. She stared at him intensely, obviously anticipating what would happen next with much anxiety. Her lips were so rosy and swollen. Draco reached forward and traced them with his fingertip. He loved the way the pinkness of her lips contrasted against her creamy white skin. He especially loved the way the pink of her lips also matched the pink of her nipples as he traced down to them as well, tickling circles across her chest, and then again the pinkness matched between her legs as he dragged his finger down her stomach and taunted her clit once more. She whimpered and wiggled. She was perfect; like a doll.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, and then he slid his hands around her, cupping her ass tightly and squeezing even tighter as he lifted her up.
She gasped as he penetrated, her mouthing dropping wide in airless surprise.
"Ohh," Draco moaned as well. It was better than he ever dreamed. Nothing had ever come close to how amazing she felt around his erection. He slid out and then slowly pushed back in.
Hermione had closed her eyes once more. But she seemed to lick her lips hungrily. Draco's bewilderment that he was actually inside her slowly faded away. He was overtaken with excitement. Forcefully, expertly, he began thrusting into her, moaning with pleasure as her insides stroked him with tight, hot wetness.
He grinned fiendishly as her hips hesitantly began rocking in unison with his motion. He sped up. Hermione slipped another gasp. He went harder.
"Oh," she cried out loud. She opened her eyes again, hoping Draco didn't notice. But his eyes were ready to bore into hers. She had never seem them flash so silvery before. He pushed into her harder again, faster. He liked how her breasts bounced slightly to his thrusts. Again she cried out; then again. Each time he shifted his weight onto her. Pleasure reverberated throughout his whole body. The sound of her pleasured cries only added to it.
Harder and faster, he increased. Hermione's cries again matched. Deeper and deeper he went.
Soon the room was filled with her yelling… "Yes. Yes. Yes! YES!"
Draco gripped her hips more strongly. He grunted in ecstasy. He was fucking her so hard now that the iron headboard matched Hermione's screams, banging into the wall rhythmically. They were rocking the whole room. The mattress squeaked on its rickety setting.
"Oh god, oh god," Hermione started muttering, any intention of holding it in completely obliterated. He could feel her squeezing harder than ever now. He was going to make her orgasm.
"Come, Hermione," he ordered softly, "Come while I'm in you. I want to feel it."
Hermione whimpered loudly, her face was bright red. He could feel her whole body start to tremble, shaking strongly. Draco, releasing a grip he had on her hip, placed his palm beneath her bellybutton and pushed gently, using his thumb to draw circles on her clit.
"Oh god," she screamed, "Draco…"
Yes! Yes, she screamed his name. Now he was shaking…
Hermione let out an earsplitting scream, arching her whole body upwards as her insides choked Draco more tightly than ever. He yelled out with her.
Then she collapsed back down onto the bed, feeling her muscles spasm softly.
Draco gasped as he felt her vibrating all over him and he rocked his hips into her limp body a few more times, tingling at the pulsations of his own body, then he yelled loudly, feeling himself explode inside her.
After releasing Draco fell into her, completely exhausted, realizing the burn he had earned in his legs. He buried his face into her neck, panting like a dog.
He felt lighter than he had in a long time. Emptied, freed, happy… He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He felt alive. He nuzzled into her, rubbing her skin against his face. She had made him feel so good. He felt so victorious.
Like a gloating winner, he wanted to see the look on Hermione's face now, knowing there was nothing she would be able to do to hide her complete satisfaction. He lifted himself up, nudging her only slightly.
But Hermione hissed softly through gritted teeth. Draco froze and then she moaned. But not pleasurably like just a few moments ago, this time with pain.
Draco sat up and surveyed her. Aside from still being stark naked and glistening with sex appeal… then his eyes had reached her wrists, still taped above her head. They were bright red, but her hands were white slightly tinged with blue.