Chapter Six

Hermione's eyes widened when they reached their destination. They were inside a large, opulent room that screamed luxury. The floor was made up of ivory marble. The walls were a matching ivory, and gold carvings and engravings decorated the expanse of them. The ceiling had paintings most likely done by hand, each framed by gold statues. The constellations had been replicated, incorporated masterfully into the overall design. It took Hermione a while to find her favorites. They were so well hidden. The ceiling itself was twenty feet above her head, making her feel very small. There was little furniture, but what there was, was constructed of gold and ivory marble. Three crystal chandeliers hung above her, each glittering with thousands of crystals. A row of thirty mirrors lined the wall opposite a row of matching windows. It seemed to be inspired by the famous 'Hall of Mirrors' in Versailles. The room itself seemed to be the length of a ballroom, and was just as empty. This didn't seem to be their destination, though. While she admired the beauty around her, Malfoy dragged her to the opposite end of the hall.

He swung two impressive doors open, revealing another equally large, yet just as beautiful room. It carried an entirely different feel than the previous hall. The walls were made up of dark mahogany woods, the floor a black marble embedded with glittering diamonds. Here and there, white fur rugs cushioned her feet from the floor. The marble beneath her had been charmed to either cool or warm to the walker's preference. Ambient lighting created a warm yet seductive feel. A large fireplace that was taller than her took up most of the wall to her right. It looked to be carved entirely out of marble, the same as the floor. Two chandeliers lit the room, each as impressive as the others in the hall. They weren't lit, though. What occupied most of her attention, however, was the main feature of the room. The bed. It was impossibly large, bigger than a California King. Emerald silk sheets covered the expanse of it, a white fur blanket draped artfully overtop. The frame itself would have made any craftsman cry. It's dark cherry wood had been stained nearly black, yet as the light caught it, hints of the true colour could be seen underneath. It was carved artfully, with four posts. Each post had to have been at least eight feet tall. Hermione had the wildest urge to run and jump on top of the perfect pillows. She had no doubts of its comfort. She may not know which country they were in, but given the French design, she assumed they were still in France. This must be his vacation home.

Malfoy growled, pulling her into him again. She stopped her ogling and gazed at him, slightly fearful. He still hadn't spoken to her, other than to tell her to hold onto him. He wrapped one arm protectively around her waist, keeping her body in contact with his. His other hand tangled itself in her chocolate curls. He stared hard at her, still silent. A slow desire built within their smoky depths, darkening his eyes to a smoldering grey. Her heart pounded in her chest and she was sure he could feel it. Godric he was so handsome.

Even when he was livid, Malfoy still managed to make her want him. How was that even possible? He must drink beautification potions religiously. He must.

Without warning, he crashed his mouth into hers, burning through her eroding will to be unresponsive. She wanted to be mad at him, but that wasn't possible when he was possessing her mouth the way he was. He tugged on her hair, making her moan. He slipped his tongue inside her mouth, familiarizing himself with every part of her. His hand moved from her hip and slowly blazed a trail to her bum. She nearly bit his tongue when she felt a sudden sting. Malfoy ignored her, continuing his dominating pursuit. She felt the wall behind her back, completely unaware that they had even moved.

Her insides burned in need. She wanted him. No, needed him. Now. It was as if there was suddenly too much space between them. He pressed into her, holding her between the cool wall and his form. Hermione wrapped her hands around his neck, allowing her fingers to run through the back of his hair. He lifted her legs up, wrapping them around his waist. She felt his erection through her clothes, and wanted nothing more than to remove the layers. He kissed her jaw, moving south to suck on her neck. She moaned softly as he nipped at her skin. Malfoy immediately soothed the skin, tracing dizzying patterns with his tongue. She writhed against him, gyrating her hips against his. She longed for him to fill the ache within her.

All of a sudden, she was by herself. Leaning against the wall, she glanced at Malfoy, confusion marring her brow.. He looked absolutely livid. He glared at her, and she flinched. Why was he so mad? Hermione was annoyed though. She was aroused as fuck and he rejected her. Her ego wasn't repaired yet. She couldn't just go at it again.

"What's wrong?" She asked tentatively. Her voice nearly cracked, her slight fear making itself known.

"Come here and I'll show you." Malfoy said calmly. She took a hesitant step forward, but he grabbed her wrist, dragging her to him. He wrapped an arm around her waist almost painfully.

Without warning, he crashed his lips into hers. He possessed her mouth, slightly bruising her lips. She didn't care. She just wanted more of his taste. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, lightly dragging her nails through his hair. He groaned, pressing himself into her. Malfoy tugged on her belt, ripping it off of her waist. His adept fingers made quick work of her shirt. Each time his fingers met her chest to undo the buttons, Hermione felt the fire within her grow to impossible heights. Merlin, she wanted this man. Malfoy growled, yanking the silk off of her broke the kiss to admire her chest. A groan escaped his lips as his eyes drank her in.

"Perfect." He muttered almost inaudibly. Hermione's inner goddess glowed at the compliment. His hands cupped her breast through her bra. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure as he played with her nipples through the lace and padding. Every time he pulled, she felt her body clench, sending delicious shockwaves coursing through her. He pushed the fabric of the bra down, raising her tits. Her breasts were pushed up by her own bra. They hardened when the chill air met her skin. Malfoy lowered his head, blowing lightly on one before reaching his tongue out and licking her. She couldn't help the moan that escaped her.

Why had she waited so long to do this? Because it wasn't with him. A small voice said. She quickly ignored that thought, unable to think coherently with the wicked things Malfoy was doing to her.

He wrapped his lips around her peaks and sucked hard. Pleasure rippled through her. Hermione gripped onto his hair, dragging his lips to hers. She needed to taste him. He chuckled at her blatant show of desperation.

"We'll have to do something about that." He muttered, tugging both of her hands down. He pulled them behind her back, shifting his hold so both of her small hands were held by his larger one. She struggled against her position slightly, but he smirked.

"Sorry Granger. You're in my world now, and I do things differently." His grey eyes flashed. Malfoy kissed her again, this time he simultaneously pulled her towards his colossal bed. She hated the restricted freedom, but didn't challenge it. Hermione was always in charge, always the one to boss others around. Not having control was. . .exhilarating.

Hermione's heart began pounding. Nerves erupted in her stomach. Was she ready to do this? Was she really ready to have sex with Malfoy? As if sensing her internal debate, he unclasped her bra, cupping his hands around her breasts while kissing her harder. "Stop thinking so hard, Granger. Lose yourself. Feel me, feel what I'm doing to you." He spoke softly, as if speaking too loud would send her running. She did what he said. She lost herself in the feel of his body against hers. When he kissed her, the silk of his shirt rubbed against her bare skin, eliciting a small moan at the friction. She tore her hands free of his hold and began yanking at the buttons on his shirt. She wanted him naked. Now.

She slid the fabric off of him, her hands exploring his hairless chest. Muscle tensed beneath her fingers as she stroked his skin appreciatively. He really was gorgeous. He broke away from her to fiddle with the clasp of her skirt, and she took the time to admire him. Her desire for him soared. His body was all muscle, but he wasn't bulky at all. His arms were large, his pecs defined, and had enviable washboard abs. Her eyes continued their pursuit downwards. His hips had that sexy 'v' that she grew hot looking at. His erection was impressive, and her mouth went dry at the sight. Merlin, he really was perfect.

Malfoy tugged her skirt down her hips and legs, stroking her skin. He hissed, taking in her near bare form. "Fuck, Granger." He groaned. He pushed her onto the bed, sliding his hands down from her waist to her shoes. Her skin tingled, pure need racing through her. She needed release. Soon. As if sensing her need, he moved overtop of her, devouring her mouth once more. His hands continued trailing all over her body, stopping once he reached her naked chest. He rolled her nipples with his index finger and thumb. The padding of his fingers created the most exquisite sensation, leaving her gasping for breath. She was so close.

"Malfoy." She moaned against his mouth, hoping he would pick up on it. She lifted her hips, grinding herself on him. He hissed, silver locking onto honey as their eyes met.

"Let's see if I can make you come like this." Malfoy smirked. He dipped his head, taking her taut nipple into his mouth once more. Hermione writhed under his expert touch. Bliss shot through her veins, taking her senses to unimaginable heights. It felt as though she were falling off the precipice of the highest mountain, and he was there to catch her. She was floating amidst a sea of sensation. She screamed as her senses went into overload. Reluctantly, she was drawn back to reality. Wow. That was amazing.He captured her mouth with his, kissing her with subtle intensity.

"You're so responsive. I'm going to have so much fun with you, sweetheart." Malfoy mumbled against her feverish skin. She didn't know how it was possible, but she wanted him again. The overwhelming need within her swallowed her up again. Malfoy kissed his way down her chest, over her stomach, and stopped when he came to the waistline of her panties. He fingered the lace, pulling it down her thighs and off.

Hermione, aware of her nudity, became very self-conscious. She flushed, feebly attempting to cover herself up. He stopped her movements, his grey eyes flashing.

"Don't. You're beautiful, Hermione." With that, he kissed her passionately. The sound of her given name on his lips did strange things to her. It made her mind clouded with a pure, unadulterated desire. Hermione's body arched into his, grinding into the front of his jeans. He should really take those off. Hermione tentatively attempted to do just that, fiddling with the button. Much to her dismay, her sex-muddled mind couldn't complete the task without a great deal of difficulty. Damn, she was an idiot.

Malfoy chuckled at her attempts and stood up to take them off himself. Her mouth dried as desire, thick and hot, pooled in her belly. Gods he was beautiful. Grey eyes never left hers, watching her reactions flit across her face. A heart-stopping smirk placed itself upon his lips. He pulled his jeans and underwear down, exposing his hard cock. She gasped. How the hell was that going to fit inside of her? Her eyes went wide. He was a good eight inches of thick, pulsing flesh. Desire rippled through her. He slowly climbed over her, his grey eyes laughing.

"Don't worry, I'll fit." He smirked. She narrowed her eyes at him slightly. Was she really that easy to read? It was kind of infuriating.

Against her will, Hermione was reminded of his previous emotion towards her. He was pissed at her, where had that anger gone? She hoped he was over it, but Malfoy was the type that liked to brood. Hesitation tensed her body. Should she bring it up? What if she did it again, and he decided to stay mad at her? She didn't know how she'd react if he told her to fuck off. Former enemy or not, Hermione was already addicted to his touch, his words, to him. Gathering up the last shreds of courage she decided to just ask him and move on.

"Why were you mad at me?" Hermione asked, slightly scared of the answer. He looked up at her through impossibly long lashes, his grey eyes narrowing slightly.

"You should really learn to restrain that mouth of yours." He snapped. He grabbed the both of her hands, placing them above her head. He straddled her hips, effectively rendering her immobile. "In fact, I think I'll teach you right now."

The way he looked down upon her with a strange mixture of arousal, anger, and excitement made her clench. He was going to teach her a lesson? What the hell was that supposed to mean? Malfoy looked down on her, his grey eyes flashing with amusement.

"I told you, sweetheart. I'm going to have so much fun with you." He chuckled, the sound doing odd things to her. Hermione felt a strange rush of excitement flow through her. She wanted to know what he was going to do to her, but not knowing was part of the exhilaration. She was completely at his mercy, and the thought alone made her arousal heighten.

She was his.