Chapter Seven

Hermione looked up at the man atop her, really looking at him through her sex-muddled haze. His platinum hair fell into his eyes, giving him a dangerously roguish appeal. Sex-hair really suited him. His eyes were a smoldering grey, filled with excitement and arousal. His body was hot to the touch and covered in a light sheen of sweat. To Hermione, he really was sex on legs. She wanted nothing more than for him to fuck her for hours on end.

Malfoy kissed her lips, his body still holding hers in place. It was a kiss all about displaying dominance. He controlled her. In that moment, Hermione would do anything he asked of her. He slowly let go of her hands, and got off of her completely. He stood at the edge of the bed, his eyes shamelessly wandering along her body. Hermione started to get up, but with a narrowing of his eyes, she was magically bound to the bed. She struggled against the invisible bonds for a few moments, wondering what Malfoy had in mind when he said 'fun'. She was also slightly surprised he was so skilled at non-verbal magic. That spoke volumes of his intelligence.

"Don't struggle, sweetheart." He demanded. Hermione gasped at his authoritative tone. She could feel her arousal soar as her core tightened deliciously. What she wouldn't do for him right now. Lying down on the satin sheets, she could feel the silk caress her skin. Her nipples began to harden against the slight friction of the blanket. They were becoming so sensitive, so receptive to the lightest touch. Tendrils of awareness drifted from them to other parts of her body making her aware of an ache, an ache that demanded fulfillment. To ignore that demand was more than Hermione could bear.

"Now, what should I do with you?" He asked, his eyes dancing. Malfoy spun her around, ordering her to get on her hands and knees. She did so obediently, self-consciousness fluttering through her from her exposure. She knew that he now had the perfect view of the most intimate part of her anatomy. She looked over her shoulder to see what he was doing, but he forced her head forward. A shiver ran through her. She felt his hand travel from the crown of her head down to her neck and along the curve of her spine. He stroked her bottom, continuing his caress down her thighs. His mere touch had her trembling with need.

"Should I spank you? You need to be taught a lesson, Granger, and I want to make sure you learn from it." Malfoy said, his voice calm, as though he were discussing the weather. Yet there was something underneath, a strange heat that could be deciphered amidst the façade. The idea, though it sounded painful and entirely unpleasant, still managed to turn her on. The thought of him being a little rough made her wet with wanting. A seductive chuckle filled the room as he took in her reaction.

"Open your legs wider." Malfoy demanded, massaging circles on her inner thigh. Hermione did as he bade, noting how he still had her under his control. Even if she wanted to move, she couldn't. Suddenly his hands were there, tracing her outer lips lightly. Hermione elicited a low moan, her entire body rigid with anticipation. She was greedy for more. She pushed her hips into his hand, needing more pressure. To her dismay, he pulled away. She whimpered at the loss, missing the electric touch of his skin against hers.

A sharp sting silenced any of her thoughts. To her horror, she moaned. The pain grew after a few seconds until it encompassed most of her right cheek. Where the hell had that come from? He softly massaged the red skin, tenderly easing the pain. Another sting mirrored the previous, the harsh sound of his hand meeting her flesh echoing around them in the near-silent air. She was panting now. Godric how was she so turned on by this? The pain only fueled her desire for him. It hurt, and she yelped slightly with each blow, yet her body shivered and tightened with pleasure. Every time she screeched in pain, he would chuckle darkly, kissing her shoulder-blade softly. He continued this tortured rhythm. He would slap her then massage the skin until it was nearly pain-free.

"Choose a safe-word, sweetheart." Malfoy commanded. She wracked her brain, wondering what the hell a safe-word was.

"What's that?" She asked at last. She only overcame her pride to absorb new information.

"If I get too rough for you, I'll stop, no matter what. Make it something you'll remember. I don't want to hurt you, I only want to bring you pleasure." Malfoy purred, leaning down to kiss the top of her spine. Her toes curled at the sensation of his lips against her skin. She was so close, all over again. She turned her head to look at him, unsure of what she would retain in her state. Taking one glance at him, she knew what to say.

"Silver." Hermione said at last. He smirked, amused by her choice. Hermione had no doubts he thought it was due to his Slytherin background. She would never admit it was because of the mercurial colour of his eyes.

"Silver." He repeated, testing the word as it rolled off of his tongue deliciously. She could listen to him read a thesaurus and she'd be enthused. His voice alone could do odd things to her. He placed both hands on her arse, slowly trailing them up her back.

"You have the most beautiful skin." Malfoy sighed, delicately rubbing the length of her back. Hermione glowed at the compliment. She would have smiled, but didn't want to seem like she was too happy about it. His hands slowly rubbed her stomach, up towards her breasts. Her back arched automatically, wanting to feel more pressure. She yelped as she felt him tug on her nipples. The action was sudden, and slightly painful, yet she felt a low moan escape her lips unconsciously. Tugging, pulling, feeling the shocks raced from each breast to her groin. Nearly painful in intensity, she still couldn't stop the pleasure. She didn't want it to stop.

"Turn over." He demanded. Malfoy's voice was nearly inaudible over her laborious breathing and racing heart, and she had to strain to hear it. Not wanting to anger him and earn yet another punishment, she quickly turned onto her back.

Why the hell was he doing this anyway? She'd never met a man whose idea of punishment involved spanking. Sure she'd read about it in one of her muggle romance novels, but that didn't mean she actually considered someone wanting to spank her. The entire idea was new and strange. She knew about S&M and those BDSM clubs, there were a few in London, but she never fathomed going to one. Besides, spanking was one thing, she didn't know what else there was, but Hermione had no doubts it would be painful.

Malfoy's hand came up to her face, brushing a stray curl off of her cheek. He drew her in for another kiss. Hermione adored the feel of his soft lips against hers. His tongue was like velvet as it ran with hers, tasting her with long licks. Their mouths moulded together, moving in harmony. She felt his hand trail down her breasts and navel, resting atop her dripping pussy. Heat steamed out as her legs parted. It entwined around his fingers as he touched her damp nether lips, slowly slipping one finger between them into the soft folds that desperately awaited a touch. He lazily drew one finger up her slit, a deep growl emitting from her chest.

Fuck, that felt good.

"You're so wet, Granger. Did you like your punishment? 'Cause baby I can make you feel so much better." Malfoy purred. Godric, there was nothing she wanted more than this man. Screw that they hated each other for ten years, in that moment she felt nothing but the greatest pleasure, and it was all because of her childhood enemy. Merlin, she needed him. Her entire body tensed, a sweet ache filling her, making her feel empty. She longed for nothing more than him to fill her.

Her senses were on overload, her body thrumming in ecstasy. She was definitely wet. The moisture coated his finger, and he started slowly rubbing. Shocks rippled through her, gasps escaping her mouth in short bursts. It felt so good, nearly an end in itself. The ache inside grew, becoming more insistent as Malfoy's fingers journeyed down the folds to the entrance of her need. He paused there, touching every centimeter of the heated flesh. The urgency was so great. Two fingers plunged deep inside then withdrew, dragging a groan from her. He did that again, and again, each time her sex attempting to grasp them. Her response was loud and uncontrollable. Pure, unadulterated pleasure rolled through her in waves. He stretched her, filling her in a way she didn't know was possible.

The beating of Hermione's heart quickened and her breathing became ragged. The flame in her loins grew to a precipice of want. Inner thighs quivering, she knew her time was close.

Fingers withdrew covered with her juices. A quick breath inhaling her own scent, he then parted her upper lips, exposing her clit. The first two fingers of his right hand touched that small knob of ecstasy and she couldn't help the thrusting of her hips. Each stroke was caressing her innermost being, setting her whole existence on fire. The drawing deep within her became waves. Waves of want, of need. A demand for the ultimate pleasure that she would not be denied. Hermione came close, then the waves receded slightly.

He repeated the motion, the rough pad of his thumb brushing over her trembling clit. She threw her head back, nearly screaming. Her entire back arched, her arms gripping his shoulders. His mouth latched onto her neck, sucking and nipping at her pulse.

"You're ready." He said, pulling his hands away from her overheated flesh. She groaned at the loss. She was so damn close.

Molten silver eyes bore into honey brown. Pure lust danced in their depths, and Hermione felt the last bit of resolve within her whither away into nothing. The moment she felt the tip of his cock resting against her cunt, she knew there was no one else she'd rather give her innocence to. He slowly slid the head up and down her slit, coating it in her juices. The erotic action was nearly her undoing. She needed him. Now.

Malfoy gripped onto his wand, mumbling a contraception and disease charm. Hermione was immediately flooded with relief. She had completely forgotten about that. They were both in no position to have children. Her heart pounded within her chest. This was happening. This was actually happening. She had dreamed of this moment for so long. Albeit, Malfoy being in the picture was relatively new in her fantasy. She would admit though, she had entertained thoughts of him before when he wasn't so nasty to her at Hogwarts. The git did have his moments back then, after all.

Malfoy slowly entered her, stretching her to accommodate his size. She let out a yelp as a twinge of discomfort overtook her. Tears pricked her eyes. He immediately froze.

"Fuck, Granger. You could have told me you were a virgin."