Chapter Twelve

Hermione winced as she woke up. Sometime during her slumber she had rested on her arm which was now throbbing painfully. She groaned as she looked down upon her bruised arm. This was not what she had expected when walking to work this morning. Not at all.

"You're awake."

Hermione whipped her head around to the speaker, unaware that there was anyone in the room. Her mouth dried and her nerve endings danced with sensation as a shudder rippled through her. Malfoy was sitting beside her in one of the three chairs adorning the room. His elbows were resting on his knees, and his face was held by his hands. His eyes were a shock of slate grey against his pale features. The more she looked at him, the more she became aware of the slight stubble that shadowed his face, as well as the fatigue he was obviously trying to conceal beneath his façade. Regardless, she felt her breath give out as she stared at the Adonis in front of her. She could definitely wake up to him anytime.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" She asked at last. She cleared her throat. It was too husky from disuse. Gods she'd been away from him for less than a day, and she was already drowning in the intensity of his presence. Visions from the night they spent together played over and over every time she looked at him. Her body ached to feel that pleasure and that passion again. His grey eyes narrowed in question.

"Healer Johnson said you requested to see me upon your arrival to this room. He also informed me that you were attacked and your attacker is now dead." His voice was unwavering with something similar to indifference, but his silver eyes burned. She had asked for him? Not Harry or Ron or even Ginny, but Malfoy? Did the others even know what happened?

Damn her stupid hormones.

She turned to the wizard across from her looking every bit as sorry as she felt in that moment. She had probably ruined his night. She didn't want to have him running to her rescue if she got hurt. This was all so stupid. Why did she have to ask for him of all people? He ran a business that was worth ten times more than her life, and he had to put it on hold just because she asked for him as opposed to someone reasonable like Harry or Ron.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

"I'm sorry if I ruined your evening." She said after a while. He said nothing, only stared at her with that same intensity. She sucked in a breath, attempting to appease her nerves. That look was seriously her undoing. It made her tremble in all of the right ways, aching for something only he could give her. He was just so handsome. It really wasn't fair. It was cruel.

Still silent, Malfoy stood up from the chair and slowly made his way towards her. With every step closer, her breathing became more shallow, her heart beat more rapidly.

She needed him so much. It was all-encompassing.

He leaned over the bed, his face inches away from her own. She wanted nothing more than to pull on his silken strands and close the gap. She was hot with anticipation, the pool of liquid heat between her legs rising.

"Don't apologize." He said simply.

He closed the distance between them at last. Hermione moaned into his mouth upon the contact. He spread her lips with his tongue, demanding entry, and she opened her mouth willingly as she pressed her body against his. Her breasts strained against her clothing, wanting to feel his hard, firm chest against her own. Her nipples hardened as she slowly rubbed herself against him. She didn't even stop to think of how wanton she was being. She just had a consuming need for him to fuck her.

His body moved against hers, his hands traveling from either side of her face down her neck and shoulders. He cupped her breasts in his hands, lightly rubbing. She groaned against him, wanting to remove the layers of clothing already. His lips devoured hers, his tongue rhythmically fucking her mouth. She matched his passion, adoring the feel of his velvet tongue sliding against hers. Her hands slid from his shoulders to his neck, pulling her body tighter to his.

His hands traveled over her stomach, and underneath the fabric of her shirt. She was still wearing her damn hospital clothes and she wanted nothing more than to take them off.

His hands cupped the swell of her breasts again, tweaking her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra. She felt positively alive with him. As though she'd been asleep for a long time, and had only truly awakened when with him.

There was an intense eroticism about seeing the true desire, unrestrained, burning within the depths of Malfoy's grey eyes. He was gazing down at her body with an unwavering adoration. Her inner goddess glowed, doing dances of pure delight. She still didn't know how she had managed to get someone like Draco Malfoy to find her desirable, but she wasn't going to question it anytime soon, not while she could still have her fill of him.

"Fuck the paperwork." He growled before yanking the shirt off of her entirely. He slammed his lips against hers, nearly bruising with his strength. He pushed her against the bed, effectively restraining her. His massive body loomed above her, but she didn't feel even the slightest ounce of fear. She only felt want as it rippled through her. Malfoy pulled her bottoms and panties off in a singular motion, her legs instinctively falling apart as he settled between them. The heat escaped her in waves, raising her body heat to a near unbearable level.

His hands traced the curves of her body, falling over her stomach and down towards her most intimate part. She gasped, the parting of her mouth allowing Malfoy more access as he kissed her passionately. She surrendered herself completely to the sensations he was giving her. His fingers slowly traced her outer lips, gently applying the softest pressure. Hermione felt dissatisfied. She wanted more pressure, more frantic motions, she craved the release she knew he would bring her. He moved down over her jawline, kissing his way down her neck. She breathed heavily, her breasts heaving with her laboured breaths. She had missed his touch, and it had been less than 24 hours.

One finger slowly drew up her slit, but continued its path around her clit, never touching the sensitive knob. She growled in frustration. Her only answer was a husky chuckle.

"Patience." Malfoy breathed. He continued his trail down, his head bending down over her breasts. He lightly traced her areola with his tongue before blowing over the soft peak. The sudden change in temperature, from his hot mouth to the cold as he blew on it, caused her back to arch, a strangled cry escaping her lips. He never stopped his leisurely exploration of her lips either, his fingers spreading them, allowing him full access to her throbbing knob. He never gave into her silent plea. She was dripping from anticipation now. She needed to feel him.

Hermione tried to control her movements long enough to undo the buttons on his shirt. Her fingers fumbled uselessly as his pace gradually became faster. It still wasn't what she wanted, but it was a start. She felt his finger accidentally rub her clit. She nearly screamed at the sensation.

But Malfoy didn't do things accidentally. That bastard was teasing her on purpose. She tried to glare at him, but he chose that moment to fully capture her nipple in his mouth.

That wasn't fair. Hermione mentally was pouting, but she couldn't help the sigh that escaped her parted lips.

His shirt now undone, she trailed her hands from his shoulders down his pecs. Abruptly, his hands stopped her descent. She gazed down at him confused. Why wouldn't he let her touch him? She gazed into his stormy grey eyes, but they gave nothing away. Malfoy silenced her thoughts by kissing her roughly, grabbing her bottom lip between his teeth as his fingers finally gave into her demands. His thumb began stroking her fast and hard as he plunged two fingers inside of her. Hermione's hips bucked into his hands and she gripped his shoulders tightly, digging her nails into his skin.

Yes!

Hermione had been craving this ever since she woke to find him in her room. He curled his fingers as he plunged them into her over and over again, twisting them deliciously and hitting that one spot that made her come undone. She felt the tension building, all of her muscles going rigid with anticipation. He captured her mouth with a searing kiss. She felt the building crescendo of her release, and rode the waves of pleasure he was giving her. Just when she was beginning to feel her tension unravel, he drew away from her, his hands withdrawing from her body.

Hermione's eyes snapped open as she trained her glare on Malfoy. He had the audacity to chuckle before she realized what he was doing. His wand was in his hand and he pointed it at her stomach, muttering a contraceptive and disease charm. Relief flooded through her. She hadn't thought of that. She was still pissed though. Hermione was so fucking close and he drew away. Prick.

The sound of a belt buckle and a zipper drew her eyes downwards. She felt her mouth go dry in anticipation. It seemed that no matter how many times he had fucked her last night, it was as though it was her first time all over again. How the hell had he fit inside of her? He pulled his pants and boxers all the way off, his shoes already removed. His hands were on her thighs, slowly parting them until he was in between once again. Malfoy's blond hair fell into his eyes, creating a roguish appeal that heightened her arousal. His silvery-stormy eyes flashed with a wanton lust. His eyes swept down her body one last time before gazing into her honey-brown eyes. A light sheen of sweat covered his body and his breath was short and shallow.

He was just as affected as her.

Hermione had known it this entire time, but to actually see his desire for her made her feel undeniably powerful and sexy. She felt like a goddess. Malfoy lowered his head before his lips were millimeters away from her own.

"Grab on, Granger." He growled. She did so obediently.

With that he thrust into her, filling her with one decisive motion of his hips. She dug her nails into his shoulders, biting his lip. It still stung to feel him stretch her, but the feeling of fullness was far worth the pain. Slowly the pain ebbed away, and in its place was a pleasure that was so exquisite. Malfoy withdrew before swiveling his hips and thrusting hard into her again. He continued this rhythm, forcing her to take him at his pace. He kept his pelvis in contact with hers, the sensation leaving her breathless. Every motion, whether he be thrusting or withdrawing, rubbed against her clit creating the most delicious friction.

Hermione was close, she could feel it. The same tension was building just as it was before. His pace became faster and faster, keeping with the maddeningly exquisite hard thrusting. She cried out over and over again as he sent her closer and closer to the edge. She was panting like crazy, her back arched almost uncomfortably. She wrapped her legs around his torso, meeting him thrust for thrust. He bent down, capturing her breasts once again. While one hand rolled and pinched her nipples, the other sucked and bit and teased.

That was her undoing. The overload of sensation on every part of her body. She screamed as her release tore through her. Stars danced in front of her as tears blurred her vision. Black clawed at the corners of her sight. Her body was tensed, over sensitive to his touch. He thrust into her three more times before shuddering his own release. The feel of his hot seed pouring into her caused her undoing again. Her throat was hoarse and her chest heaved, but she had never felt more complete. She felt satisfied, so, so satisfied.

"Fuck, did I hurt you?" Malfoy asked. He brushed away the tears that were falling in steady streams down her face. She hadn't even known she was crying. Embarrassed, she shook her head no. That was one of the most intense experiences of her life. She didn't know it was possible to nearly black out.

"Hermione, are you okay?" Malfoy's voice was soft, and it made her break down. She didn't even know why she was crying. She just felt an overwhelming surge of emotion. He probably thought she was pathetic. Great. He lied down beside her, pulling her small frame into his powerful one. An arm wrapped protectively around her stomach, while he kissed her neck and shoulders. She didn't know what was wrong with her. Perhaps it was the stress of the day finally catching up with her combined with her frantic fucking with Malfoy. There really was no other word to describe what they had just done.

Feeling safe within the circle of his arms, Hermione felt fatigue gradually take over her senses. She fell asleep thinking of just how content she was cocooned in the small bed with Malfoy.

Hermione woke some time later. The heat behind her was nearly suffocating, but she didn't want to move. Not yet. She felt so safe with Malfoy. She wanted to fall back asleep and forget about her life outside of that room.

Her eyes widened seconds later, she was instantly wide awake.

Ginny. She was expecting her home tonight to begin her inquisition.

Shit.

Hermione struggled out of Malfoy's hold, conscious not to wake him up. Her efforts were in vain as he slowly blinked a few times before waking properly. The lazy smile that graced his features made her melt. Gods he was attractive. He really should smile more often. It was just the right mix of adorkably crooked and dangerously sexy.

"What's got you so worried, Granger?" He asked, his voice husky from sleep. Heat flared within her just from the simple sound of his voice. He had a power of her that he wasn't even fully awake yet to realize.

Get yourself together, Hermione!

"I have to go. Ginny's expecting me home and if I don't show up two nights in a row, she'll go mad." She glanced at the clock that was beside the bed, cursing when she saw the time. She hurried around the room, frantically dressing herself as fast as she could. She was turning her shirt to the right side when she felt his strong arms wrap around her waist. He rested his head on her shoulder, kissing her jaw and neck softly.

Ugh, why did he have to be so. . .affectionate after waking up? While she would have appreciated it any other time but right now, she really didn't want him to distract her. She knew where his distraction would lead. His hands were softly caressing her bare stomach. His entire frame was preventing her from putting her shirt on. She suspected he knew this. Prat.

"We still need to talk about my conditions, Granger." Malfoy whispered into her ear before gently biting her earlobe. A shudder ran down her spine as goosebumps rose on her skin. Damn him. And damn the effect he had on her.

"We will talk about it, Malfoy. Owl me what you need to, but I need to get home." Hermione huffed, still pissed that he wouldn't move. She could feel his bare chest against her own, his heat emanating in waves into her skin.

"Ginny knows you're here. I floo'd to your flat before I came here. I dropped the papers off in your office as well." Malfoy was calm, as though he were discussing the weather and not her hot-headed, tenacious friend.

"If Ginny knows I'm here, then why isn't she here?" Hermione asked him. He may have dropped off whatever it was those terms were, but she highly doubted that Ginny wouldn't turn up if she was informed Hermione was in the hospital after being attacked.

"I told her not to come." His hands were cupping her breasts now. Wait, when did he take her bra off? Her head rolled back onto his chest when he rolled and pinched her nipples in that way.

"And how exactly did you get her off of your back?" Hermione asked, still willing herself not to give into him. It was hard when such a gorgeous, virile male was so determined to get hot and sweaty with her.

"I told her that you asked for me and no one else." Well she was thoroughly screwed. She'd never get Ginny off of her back now. She probably thought they were going to elope, or that Malfoy had kidnapped her or something. But even if he did say that to her, Ginny would need a lot more convincing than just that to prevent her from coming here.

"What else did you do?" She asked.

"I may or may not have given her one hundred galleons so she wouldn't disturb us." He admitted without shame. Hermione spun around in his arms, glaring at him. He smiled that damn smile, instantly appearing like a young teenager again. At least he was helping her acknowledge how weak-willed she was. That damn smile could start wars. She was still mad at him though. He had no right to bribe her friend into not showing up here. While Hermione would admit that having the two in one room when she woke up would be a bit too much to handle, it was still nice to know the redhead cared.

"Draco Malfoy I swear to Merlin, you will never bribe my friends again or so help me I'll never speak to you again." Hermione glared at him. Within seconds the charming, youthful Malfoy was gone, and in its place was the professional businessman with an impeccably cold stare. Even though he was wearing nothing, he still had the most intimidating stance making Hermione feel very small. He clearly had nothing on him, and his wand was by the table, but she still felt he could hurt her. Where did her feelings of safety go? She had only had them minutes ago.

"My apologies for having offended you Miss Granger, but you should know by now that I don't take orders. Especially not from you." His voice was cold and his gaze was icy.

Just what the fuck did that mean?

"Excuse me? Especially not from me? Meaning from a mudblood or from me as a person. My apologies, Mr. Malfoy, for having thought that you and I were equals. I won't make that mistake again." Angry tears blurred her vision as betrayal clenched hard in her gut. Hermione pulled her shirt and robes on, wiping away her tears angrily. She hated appearing weak in front of him. He probably just thought she was even more pathetic. How dare he.

"I didn't mean it like that and you know it, Granger." Malfoy's voice was threateningly low. It still contained that sickeningly polite quality that was cold and indifferent.

"I don't know what to think of you anymore. Now if you excuse me, Malfoy, I'm going to go home and face Ginny. While I'm at it I'll probably tell Ron and Harry that I've been fucking their worst enemy since Voldemort for the past three days. I'm sure they'd love to hear that." Hermione ranted. She gave Malfoy one more glare through her tears before she stormed out of the room. She didn't care that she'd been attacked. She just wanted away from this place. She thought about spending the next day off too. She could always say it was due to her attack.

Her thoughts were so unlike her it was terrifying.

She ran towards the nearest apparation point, wiping her falling tears. She didn't know why he had affected her like this. Hadn't she always known him to be prejudiced? Maybe this was all just a game for him. After gaining the world, he could just fuck Mudblood Granger, supposed brains of the Golden Trio. She knew he was too good to be true. She knew it was too good to believe that he was everything she'd ever looked for in a partner. He played the part well, she thought bitterly.

She apparated home, surprised she didn't get splinched in her emotional state. She fell onto the floor, and didn't bother to get up. She curled up into a ball and sobbed.

"What the fuck did that ferret do?" Ginny seethed from somewhere in the room. Hermione jumped up, wiping her tears away. Ginny rushed forward, embracing her friend in a warm hug.

"Hermione, what did that slimy git do to you?" She asked. Her green eyes were wide with worry as she looked down upon her friends state. She helped guide Hermione over to one of the couches, leaving her only for a few seconds before getting her a cup of tea. Hermione never drank it though, she merely placed it on the coffee table before her and stared at the blank TV.

"I was under the impression that he changed. He fooled me so well. I was just a challenge." Hermione's voice broke. Saying it aloud was making it a reality. She had never felt so betrayed or so stupid. She had fallen straight for his act. He said he respected her, was that a lie? She supposed so.

She hated that man. Hermione didn't know why she gave him a chance in the first place. Sure when she interviewed him he seemed changed enough, he became the Adonis she dreamed of, he was polite and cordial, something he'd never been towards her before. The kiss between them had been pure bliss, beginning their frenzied past couple of days.

Hermione had been caught in a daydream, and much to her dismay, she was quickly waking up.

The sound of an apparation caught both of the witches attentions. Hermione didn't even have to glance at him to know Malfoy was there.

"Get the fuck out of my house you evil prick!" Ginny screamed, pointing her wand towards him. Her bat bogey hex was legendary, and Hermione half hoped he remembered that.

"Not until Granger gives me a chance to explain myself." He replied calmly. This only proved to rile the redhead further.

"No way in hell, Malfoy. I don't know what you did, but she clearly doesn't want to be near you right now. Fuck off." She spat venomously.

Hermione couldn't take it anymore. She stood up, ignoring both of their stares, and calmly walked to her room.