Part III
The bastard.
She was actually getting fond of him.
She shook her head, averting her eyes and trying not to look at him.
He kept glancing over at her and she knew he was just trying to throw her off guard, disturb her and catch her blushing. She exhaled heavily, shook herself slightly, sat up straighter and put her quill to the parchment determined to take notes.
It was a few minutes before Hermione looked up again, unable to control the urge to glance at him again. He caught her eye and grinned wolfishly across the room. Then unmistakably, he ran his tongue over his lower lip and then over his upper lip in a perfect circle.
Oh, he was just baiting her. She looked away, blushing furiously. Oh, it was so wrong and it felt so right, so good. She needed that. That freedom, that abandon, where it felt like the earth had split open, the sky was falling, the waves were crashing, the sun had burst. Oh, sweet Lord, he had given her salvation, deliverance. It was beautiful he was merciful.
She closed her eyes and swore under her breath trying to wish all those thoughts away and trying to pretend that she didn't like the things he told her and the things he did to her and how he made her feel. She doodled with her quill a little bit, not really thinking. She saw that she had drawn what looked like a pair of lips. She was a horrible artist.
Oh well, she supposed, cupping her cheek in one hand and laying her quill down. It was History of Magic and she could catch up with this class later in one quick reading. She shoved her parchment under Ron's elbow as he snored gently. She could pretend it had been his turn. He wouldn't remember anyway.
Besides, things like that didn't happen too often with her. Nothing wrong in milking it for what it was worth and reliving it one last time, at least. In all honesty, they had never happened to her before.
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'Where do you think you're going?' he drawled, smirking as he leaned against a pillar. She ignored him and walked on but he caught on with her in a moment. She was starting to burn up. She couldn't do the fast walking thing for long. She really ought to have exercised a bit more, she thought to herself.
'None of your business.' She huffed a moment later, unable to keep her breath even. She stopped suddenly and he nearly banged into her. He laughed.
'Granger,' he tutted, 'You really ought to exercise more. At least so you don't sound like a railway engine within two minutes of walking. But don't lose the curves. I kind of like a little flesh on my girl's bones.' She didn't even rise at the "my girl" comment. She just wanted to be left alone. She'd had a long, difficult day, avoiding Harry and him and getting caught with prefect and Head Girl duties. She just wanted a hot bubble bath in the prefects' bathroom. Was that too much to ask for?
'What do you want, Malfoy?' she asked tiredly, her shoulders slumping. The universal body language for surrender. He frowned.
'What's the matter with you?' he asked her. And to her surprise, he actually placed his palm on her forehead. She snorted derisively and shook her head, shaking his hand off. She liked that he cared. Even though it was rather silly. And that was how she found herself telling him. Hell, there was a lot he had already seen of her.
'I see.' He said thoughtfully when she had finished, 'I have just the remedy for you. You're just going to have to trust me.'
'As if that's something possible.' She snorted derisively, inelegantly.
'That's exactly the kind of spirit we could do without, Granger,' he wagged a finger at her. She stared at him bemused before he suddenly bent down and caught her under her knees and behind her back.
'Hey! What are you doing? Let me go! Put me down!' she cried in surprise.
'Oh you really don't want me to do that, Granger.' He laughed.
'I'm serious, Malfoy. Let go of me or I'll-'
'-Yell and scream. Please. Save me the drama.' He said sarcastically, walking towards the door she had been headed to. She was nervous suddenly. Why was he taking her to the bathroom?
'No…' she said cautiously, 'It was more along the lines of "hex you".'
'You don't have the guts.' He taunted her. 'Pine fresh.' He said and the door slid open.
'What are you doing?' she asked him nervously, now not even bothering to get offended by his direct insult or masking her concern.
'Something you're going to enjoy and thank me for.' He smiled mischievously. Her heart sank. When he smiled like that, it only meant one thing. That whatever he had in store for her, she wasn't going to be able to say no to it.
'Malfoy, I don't like the direction-'
'-Oh no, no. I don't expect you to like this!' he looked positively horrified. She was truly worried now. She couldn't tell if he was joking or he was really insane. 'You're going to love this direction. You're going to crave it, want it, need it…' his words died into feverish mutterings.
He set her down on the sink counter-top. He put his hands on her shoulders. Then he closed his eyes before he spoke to her.
'I want you to relax.' He said gently. She nearly snorted again, but thought better of it. 'Come on,' he cajoled, without opening his eyes, 'Close your eyes. I'm not that bad. Trust me.' Surprisingly she found herself doing what he told her to do.
A moment later she found his lips on hers. She nearly opened her eyes, startled. Even as she stiffened in surprise he was chiding her, speaking against her lips, 'Shh…Granger…don't fight it.' She didn't know why she was obeying him but she obliged and kissed him back.
He slipped his tongue out, parting her lips with it, massaging them gently, before entering her mouth. From there on it was pure, unbridled passion. She remembered not being able to catch her breath. When she looked back on that evening, she knew that moment had been the point of no return.
She hadn't even felt his hands at her buttons, undoing them. What she felt was his hands brushing her breasts and ghosting over her nipples. She tore her lips from his with a harsh gasp. He was breathing raggedly too. And though his eyes were glazed there was a devious smile on his lips.
His eyes still holding hers, he slid her uniform shirt down her hitched shoulders, letting it pool behind her. He ran his fingers along the straps of her bra and she shivered in response.
'White.' He murmured, 'How chaste.'
She blushed. She felt the sudden urge to cover herself, knowing that her breasts were exposed, not literally, but this was the most of her anyone had ever seen. She reached back for her shirt, uncomfortably aware of her heaving breaths and how her chest rose and fell in rhythm. He stopped her.
'No, Granger. You're beautiful.' He murmured. She sat stunned for a moment. He had actually complimented her. He smiled briefly at her, the look of utter awe and adoration replacing it immediately.
He spread her legs wider, moving into the space before she could shut them again.
'Malfoy I don't think-' she started.
'I think you shouldn't think.' He said matter-of-factly. Then without warning, his hands were crawling across her back and he had unclasped her bra. She felt the immediate release of tension and stiffened. Oh no, she froze. She couldn't think anymore.
His hands were at her shoulder, fingers hooking under her straps, ever so gently sliding them down. She shut her eyes, anticipating the moment a great ball of nervousness and anxiety in her stomach. And her bra was off. She heard a sharp intake of breath.
'No…' she heard him whisper, 'Sweet Merlin…You're…bloody…perfect.' He said in a hushed voice, 'He was right…fuck…Granger…you're amazing.' She didn't look up. Her face was burning with humiliation even though her heart was skipping beats with every word he said.
She didn't move or speak until she felt a zing of pleasure ripple through her. She let out a startled cry. He had taken her right nipple into his mouth and was flicking its hardening peak with increasing intensity. His other hand was rolling her other hardening nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His teeth grazed her nipple once, she thrust her chest forward, shamelessly wrapping her arms around his head holding him closer.
'Oh no…' he pulled his mouth away, teasing both her nipples with his delightful fingers, plucking at them in an obscenely good way. She had thrown her head back, her eyes closed, her lips murmuring nonsensical things.
She didn't even notice how wet she was. She could've filled a tub. And then suddenly his fingers stopped. She nearly wailed at the loss of his touch. She collapsed backwards against the mirror, her hair fanning out behind her, her chest rising and falling, flushed. Her eyes were still closed when she felt two hands on her thighs pushing her skirt up.
'No…' her eyes flew open, 'No…not…ready…' she panted, still unable to formulate functional sentences.
'I know.' He murmured, a dark hunger in his eyes, 'I know, Granger. I won't take you. Your virginity, golden and sweet is Potter's to claim. You don't know how much I hate that bastard because of it.'
'Then what…ooohhhhh!' she moaned leaning backwards, invariably spreading her legs yearning his touch. He had touched her through her panties, rubbing slow, sensuous circles. He hooked his fingers through her panties, sliding them clean off her legs, baring her body. Cold air rushed in meeting the heat that was hers. Her scent was heady and thick, wafting over and washing over him and her. He lifted his hands cupping her face in them.
'Granger, I want you to see this.' He ordered in a very low growl. 'You need to see this. Open your eyes. Enjoy this.' She whimpered slightly opening her eyes and obeying his command. They were dark and greedy with need to his surprise. He dropped his head ignoring her protests.
'Oh sweet-mother-of-all-that's-holy!' she gasped, arching as his lips touched her in the most intimate places of her body. His hands parted her folds, slick with her juices as his tongue slipped out tasting her, hot and sweet against her burning, aching needing flesh. She watched her eyes widening in slight shame and wonder as his head buried between her thighs struck a rhythm opening her body to him.
His hair brushed against her tickling her and the sensation couldn't be sweeter. She watched, her cheeks flaming as she met every movement of his with a forward thrust of her hips, knowing she was powerless, good lord, she needed more. she needed him inside her.
'Draco!' she cried out load moaning as he touched her core, working her clit with the pad of his thumb. 'Don't stop, oh for the love of…sweet God, Don't Stop!' she nearly yelled, 'I think I'm gonna…' she panted. And he moved his head from between her legs. She nearly sobbed, begging him to continue.
Then instead of continuing, he lifted her into his arms and carried her off to the tub. He tugged her skirt off, throwing her shed clothing on the bathroom floor.
As he slid her into the water, she stared up at him, her senses clouded, the heat of the water ensnaring her mind and stifling her thoughts. Undressing quickly he slid in after her, smoothly moving in behind her. He rested her petite frame against his chest, cradling her body against him.
From behind her, he slid his hands over her body, roaming around, watching as she reacted to his ministrations. He reached forward, nuzzling her neck as his fingers nimbly rotating her nipples, watching as she cried in abandon. He watched as she turned to look at him, brown eyes swimming in lust.
Then he kissed her again, sucking on her tongue, gasping lightly as she bit back with almost an uncontainable desire. She moved away a moment later leaving him breathless and a lot more turned on.
'Damn, Granger,' he murmured, 'Never knew you could be so…' he brought a finger between her still wet pussy, '…wild.' He grinned wolfishly as she gasped. She relaxed slightly, a small smile playing about her face.
'That…that was me I just tasted on your lips?' She asked shyly. He nodded, smiling mischievously. 'It tastes good. I want to…taste it. Again.' she said and he raised an eyebrow, bringing one cum soaked finger to her lips. She practically devoured it, his finger and all. He hissed behind her as the sensation sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his…him.
'Granger…' he grunted, knowing she could feel him against her back. He slipped his finger out, 'I…can't…hold back.' He said his voice unintentionally husky. She drew in a shaky breath as he plunged his fingers between her legs again.
'No…' she whispered flush against him, '…it's not enough…' he frowned. 'More…' she whispered harshly, '…I want you inside me, Draco…please God…don't say no…' she pleaded reaching back with her hands and gripping almost painfully at his hair. He had never wanted to more than he did now. He wanted to pound into her until she saw stars. But he knew she was just speaking caught in the heat of the moment. Strangely, the knowledge made him sad.
He kissed her tenderly, not slowing his tempo of ministrations as his fingers slid in to her tight, wet pussy. He felt the walls of her insides flutter against him as she reached the brink. She was panting hard against him moaning wanton nonsense …sentences that didn't even make sense as she begged him to take her there…
He watched as she came exploding in a beautiful haze. The look on her face was priceless. He watched as she drifted to consciousness, slowly, recovering from the delirium. He moved his lips against her skin, humming tunelessly, watching as she pulled his arms about her and placing her arms above his.
'Don't let me go…' she said softly, her eyes closing as her breathing returned to normal. He kissed her shoulder.
'I won't. I promise.' He whispered against her skin, knowing she heard him. 'Granger…' he said a quiet desperation in his voice, 'I want you so much.' Her eyes opened all traces of drowsiness gone.
'I do too…' she sighed.
'No.' he shook his head, 'Not for sex. Not just sex.' She actually twisted to look him in the eye.
'I know.' She said her nose touching his, 'Me neither. Though I want that too. But not just that.' She added hurriedly a beat later, making him smile.
'Really?'
'Yes. Really.' She grinned pressing her lips to his. He reciprocated and they stayed that way a few more minutes.
'Always knew you couldn't resist me, Granger.' He murmured against her lips smiling gently. She laughed slightly, pulling away.
'Don't push it, Malfoy.' She laughed.
'Oh well.' He pretended to sigh heavily. 'Now if you don't mind I have to go wank, thinking of you of course going down on me.' She laughed but he shook his head, 'No really. You think you're the only one with too much on your mind?'
'Okay…' she said slowly smiling, 'Well, if you want to…I could…' she trailed off almost hopefully.
'You could?' he prompted, very interested.
'Well, I could…you know.' She shrugged.
'No, I don't know.' He said impatiently, 'You could what?'
'Do for you what you did for me.' She said finally, biting her lip uncertainly. He smiled again, at last.
'Oh no, Granger. This time only, this was a one way transaction, if you catch my drift,' he said. She did. 'Maybe some other time. You have to remember your relatively complete…ah…innocence. We have one Mr. Potter in this twisted triangle.' He sounded a little bitter.
'Oh.' She looked remorseful a little. 'Of course.' All the post-coital euphoria was gone. She stood up and climbed out of the bath not smiling even as he let out a low whistle. She wrapped a towel around her and turned to him.
'I just want you to know that I don't regret this. Thank you.' She said softly. She felt like crying. The real world was pressing in. What had she done? She had agreed, no matter what she might have said before, this one hour of accepting his touch and loving it had finally shown her the consequences. She felt terrible not because she enjoyed it, but because she felt that it was a small price to pay, to hide from everyone else, if she could touch him and Harry again. If she could have them touch her.
'You're welcome.' He said shortly. She paused for a moment and then knelt down at the edge of the tub near him. She wound the towel tighter around herself and then spoke, barely able to believe she was saying it and barely saying it above a whisper.
'Can…can I at least watch you?'
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That triumphant grin he wore now, he was wearing it then. She could still hear him laugh in the corridors, it sounded nothing like it did in the heated bathroom. He was deliciously good, she decided. And she knew it wasn't going to happen again. It was embarrassing really.
She had slipped her hands inside her robes, like she often did when she was cold. But this time it was to imitate his movements as she relived the previous night. She tried that soft glide thing he did across her breasts and the gentle, yet careless flicking of her nipples. She couldn't do it. She just succeeded in arousing herself, creaming her panties in the middle of History of Magic class, no less.
She rubbed her slick thighs together, trying to relieve some of the tension and the needy ache of her body. There was nothing for it, she thought helplessly a few minutes later as she jolted out of her daydream when the bell rang. She was going to have to go to the bathroom. She had an appointment with her fingers and if it wasn't enough, with the faucet too…and if all else failed, even her wand, she thought mortified.