As promised, I have the newest chapter up, in less than a week. I'm so proud of myself! I hope you enjoy. Please review!
Much love,
Alterego13
Hermione was nervous. She stood in her cocktail dress smiling politely and making conversation with Jake. To her delight he was a fantastic conversationalist. He had been prompt picking her up, brought flowers, and looked wonderful in his dress robes. So, why couldn't she focus on him? Why was she glancing at the door every other minute looking for Draco? Jake was perfect. He fit criteria perfectly, ambitious but not too competitive, good-mannered, and good-natured. Draco wasn't. He tried but he couldn't quite control his temper.
"I've read up on your Elfish Welfare policies, Hermione, and I have to say, I'm impressed." Jake flashed a charming smile at her and she couldn't help but smile back.
"Don't make me blush Jake." Hermione's heart swelled as his compliment.
"It's true. You are very brilliant Hermione. The way you were able to put it an end to centuries of abuse? Incredible." Hermione's face turned completely red. You're brilliant. She would be lying if she said she hadn't heard it before but somehow it was so much nicer coming from him.
"Well, I had a lot of help."
"Hermione isn't telling you about her elves again, is she?" Hermione spun at the sound of Jennifer's voice. The corners of her lips turned up to smile until she recognized her date.
"Hermione." Draco nodded in her direction. Hermione immediately swelled with anger. How dare he go out with Jennifer? It was like he knew the one person that would upset her, and chose her for a date.
"Draco." Hermione managed a weak smile. Neither Jennifer nor Jake seemed to notice the tension between them. Good.
Hermione's heart plummeted as she examined him. Draco looked magnificent. The way he carried himself left her in awe: perfect posture, back straight, shoulders back, perfect. He had perfectly tailored robes, to cover his perfectly toned muscles, which he used to make love perfectly. Fuck him! Why did he have to be so incredibly irresistible? Currently, his hand was resting on the small of Jennifer's back. Hermione felt sick.
"Jake, I believe you know both Draco and Jennifer."
"Yes, of course. It's so nice to see you both." Jake reached out a hand to Draco and he accepted, which Hermione half-thought he wouldn't judging by the look on his face. He did so rather firmly though, or maybe she was just imagining that.
"It's nice to see you outside of the office, Jake, we should do it more often." Jennifer leaned forward to give him a friendly kiss on the cheek. "Well we just wanted to stop by and say hi before we moved to the dance floor. I'm not very good at dancing, but Draco said he'd teach me." They turned to leave and something ugly inside Hermione snapped.
"Yes, Draco does not a lot about teaching but be careful, Jennifer. He moves from student to student rather quickly." Draco frowned at her words and narrowed his eyes just a fraction.
"Don't worry Jennifer. I only do that if the student gives up or storms out." Draco held out an arm for her and nodded to them as a goodbye.
"Well I'm no quitter so you don't have to worry about me." Jennifer accepted his arm. "Ta-ta!" Jennifer waved a hand behind her as Draco led her to the floor, leaving Hermione standing by herself, feeling worse than ever.
Hermione had to get out of the reception. Watching Draco swirl around the dance floor with Jennifer was nauseating and she could no longer pretend to be interested in what Jake had to say.
"I'm going to get some fresh air." Hermione gave Jake a bright smile and a quick peck on the cheek hoping it would convince him that nothing was wrong. "I'll be right back."
Hermione turned from Jake and headed straight for the large outdoor balcony. Once she stepped outside the cool night air hit her face in the most refreshing way possible. Walking over to the railing she tried to compose herself. What is wrong with me? She thought. She couldn't handle the envy that rose up in her chest when she was introduced to his date. Her chest had burned with rage and bile rose in her throat. How could she let this happen? How could she become one of those girls? Hermione pounded her fist on the balcony in anger until she heard a voice behind her.
"Hermione." Immediately, she was startled from her thoughts and spun to see Draco's eyes piercing through her. "What are you doing?" Draco looked calm as ever. Hermione was overwhelmed with a sudden urge to mess up his perfect hair and rip his perfect robes. How dare he remain so collected and look so flawless when she felt so horrible?
"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked in a strained voice and wiped away some dirt on the balcony with her finger.
"Don't be so immature." She hated the way he said that word. He said it im-uh-toor instead of im-uh-chur. Why does he have to be so pretentious?
"I'm not." Draco scoffed sticking his hands in his pockets in irritation.
"You are making a fool of yourself with your blatant jealousy."
"I'm not jealous! I'm just disgusted."
"And I'm confused. What exactly did I do to you Hermione?" Draco slowly walked toward her, his eyes flashing dangerously. Hermione's breathing was shallow as she met his eyes; her heart thudded in her chest as he stalked her like a predator does its prey. He came to a stop in front her staring directly in her eyes, their bodies almost touching.
"Do you always do this? Make love to someone and make them think you care and then turn around and sleep with someone else?" He narrowed his eyes at her hateful words.
"Make love? Is that what we were doing? Because as I remember you begged me to take your virginity so you'd be ready to screw Jake." Hermione's eyes widened with anger but Draco didn't care, he continued. "Did I get that wrong?"
"How dare you!" Hermione raised her palm to slap him but Draco was too quick and grabbed her wrists. "You ruined everything!" She spat.
"Don't you dare try to hit me after what you've done to me."
"What I've done to you? I offered you free sex, no strings attached. I did nothing."
"You embarrassed me back there and not just me but yourself." Hermione rolled her eyes. "Not to mention you have no right to act this way when you were the one who stormed out yesterday."
"The way you touched me, It was-It was-"
"It was what, Hermione? It was like I cared about you? Did you feel like maybe I wasn't just fucking you?"
"Stop. Don't say it like that."
"Why not? Let's just put it all out on the table. You can't stand the fact that you let Draco Malfoy touch you." She spun away from him, trying to free herself from his words but he pressed her back against his chest, pinning her there. Hermione was paralyzed with excitement and fear. "You can't stand that I fucked you thoroughly." Draco nipped her neck; one hand clasped her breast while the other slid a hand up her thigh, and touched her through the satin of her dress. Hermione's breath caught in her throat. She knew she shouldn't let him do this to her. She shouldn't let her jealousy cloud her judgment but she couldn't stop him. "You can't stand that when you go home with that idiot Jake," his breath was hot against her ears, "you won't be able to stop thinking about how it felt when I touched you." His hand continued to stroke her and she could feel him hard against her backside. It was all too much for her to handle. He was right. She couldn't stand it because it was all she thought about. She had been inflamed with jealousy when she had seen him with Jennifer. Right now, all she wanted was to be with him.
Hermione pressed herself against him, unable to control the need she felt. "Draco, I want-" Draco didn't need to hear the rest. He spun her around, crushing his lips to hers before turning her back around and pressed her down against the balcony. As he struggled to pull up her dress, she knew where this was going but she couldn't stop it; she needed it, needed him. Pulling her lingerie to the side and unzipping his trousers, Draco thrust into her without mercy. Hermione gripped the railing and tried to stifle her moans. This time it wasn't gentle, it wasn't careful, it wasn't loving. Her thighs scraped the stone of the balcony but she didn't care. The feeling of Draco inside her was enough to distract her.
Draco knew that at any moment someone could walk outside and catch them. He prayed that it would be Jake. He wanted that git to see who Hermione belonged to. At the thought, Draco pounded into her and gripped her hips so roughly, he knew he would leave bruises. He hoped he would. He was furious at her and terrified that he would lose her. His actions were carnal, he could barely think of anything besides fucking Hermione. Hermione cried out, and tightened around him as she reached her peak. Draco roughly pulled her hair and gave her a bruising kiss as she rode out the waves of pleasure and he reached his climax.
After a few seconds, Draco hurriedly pulled out of her and composed himself while Hermione remained still, letting her breathing return to normal. How could she have done that? Anyone could have walked out! Slowly she pushed herself up and weakly turned around to face him. Draco refused to meet her eyes. Fuck! He couldn't believe he had lost control like that and now Hermione was looking at him expectantly and he had nothing to say. What could he say? He had been infuriated with her. Draco Malfoy didn't play games, with anyone. She doesn't want me but she doesn't want anyone else with me, was the thought that passed through his brain over and over again that evening, and he had finally snapped. He had been annoyed to see her flirting with Jake and then scowling at him and Jennifer. He had been crushed by her rejection the night before. Was he supposed to tell her that he wanted to prove to her and himself that he could have her wherever, whenever? No. She'd never understand how unbelievably fucked up he was in matters of pride.
"I better get back inside." Draco said patting himself, checking for his wand. "I still have to accept my award." He quickly glanced at Hermione's confused expression, nodded, and walked away, leaving Hermione alone and more confused than ever before.