Stay Away From Me

By: the enchanted kneazle

Chapter 5

Let's get straight to it. I'm so excited for you guys to read this chapter.

The usual disclaimer applies: I still don't own Harry Potter.

The next morning Hermione went to breakfast early, hoping to avoid seeing Malfoy. She was shocked to see him sitting in his usual spot. He looked as if he hadn't a care in the world, not at all like someone who had been tortured cruelly not twelve hours before. She could have sworn she only glanced at him for a second, but his eyes met hers immediately, as if sensing her scrutinizing gaze.

There were hardly any students in the Great Hall and no one but Hermione noticed as he stared her down. His smoldering eyes left no doubt in her mind as to what he had in store for her. And from his smirk of satisfaction, it was clear that he was enjoying the blush on her cheeks. Although, she was scared by the predatory look in his eyes, she was even more terrified that she would react like the last time.

As usual, she ate breakfast with her back to him, all the while feeling the distinct prickle on the back of her neck that signaled she was being watched. Not able to stand it anymore, she abruptly stood up and stalked out of the room, too flustered to notice the figure that almost immediately followed.

Hermione blindly turned a corner, not knowing or caring where she was headed, she only knew that she had to get away from that penetrating gaze. She had about an hour to clear her head before classes began. After about five minutes of walking, she found a classroom she knew was abandoned because she had caught two fifth-years making out in there last week and had given them detention.

She locked the door and leaned back against it to catch her breath. Merlin, her chest was heaving! She hadn't been walking that fast. The doorknob rattled and Hermione jumped.

"Let me in, Granger."

She held her breath, completely silent, willing him to walk away.

"I know you're in there, I saw you go in. Look, we can do this the hard way and it will be that much worse on you, or you can let me in. Which will it be?"

Hermione slowly turned around and unlocked the door, turning the knob and pulling it open to reveal those smirking eyes. He pushed his way in and closed the door, turning the lock as he looked her up and down.

"You just had to get involved, didn't you? I gave you plenty of warning and you just couldn't stay away." He said with a disapproving shake of his head. "Well, I hope you're ready to be punished. I know I'm ready to do some punishing…or pleasuring if I remember your reaction correctly. And trust me, I do remember. I haven't been able to stop remembering. I can still feel your soft little body leaning against me and your sweet ragged breath against my face as I drove you wild with just a touch…"

Hermione's cheeks flamed and it occurred to her that he was baiting her, trying to get a reaction. Well, if it was a reaction he wanted, he would get one. She was put in Gryffindor for a reason and being a meek little bookworm wasn't going to get her anywhere in this situation. Something shifted in her eyes as she stared him down. Fear and embarrassment turned into anger as she opened her mouth to speak.

"How dare you! All I did was try to help you!" She yelled at him, her eyes flashing all the rage she felt.

"Perfect little Granger, always thinking she can fix everyone. Well, I have some news for you. I'm not broken. Not even close. I've been doing this for so long that I relish the pain."

"You're lying. I saw the pain in your eyes last night when I touched your back. You mean to tell me that you enjoyed that? I didn't even enjoy it and i've hated you for as long as I can remember." She knew she was being cruel, but this was her chance to stand up to him so that hopefully he would leave her alone.

"Oh, Granger. You wound me." He drawled sarcastically.

"Leave me alone, Malfoy. Please, just leave me alone." She pleaded. She knew that if he had his way with her now, she wouldn't be able to go back. This was her last chance to keep her sanity.

"I'm afraid its too late for that. I gave you the chance to get out and you made your choice knowing full well what would happen to you. Now, let's stop with all the chit-chat. Come here." He commanded. His voice was rough with intensity.

"No," She stated.

His eyes darkened as he slowly stalked forward, forcing Hermione to back up between a row of desks until she felt her legs hit the front of the empty teachers desk. He leaned over her, placing his hands flat on top of the desk on either side of her.

She was forced to bend backwards as he towered over her, giving her no other option than to instinctively reach up and grab onto his shoulders before she fell and hit her head on the wood. He smirked smugly and raised one perfectly sculpted brow as she blushed and quickly removed her hands from his body. She moved them behind her to grasp the edge of the desk.

Draco stared into her eyes for endless moments before reaching one hand up to just barely brush her collarbone with the back of a finger. His hooded eyes searched her face for a reaction as he moved it back and forth across her skin. Her eyelids fluttered as if to close, but Hermione caught herself and raised them with a challenging glare in their depths.

He responded by grabbing her hands off the desk and putting them back on his shoulders, curving his arm around her back so his hand could leisurely skim down the curve of her backbone.

Hermione moaned in need and her hips instinctively swayed towards Draco's as he reached the bottom of her spine. He splayed his hand across the slope of her lower back and pushed her hips around in a slow circular movement. His back straightened as he moved both hands to roughly grab her hips. He groaned long and low when he looked down between them to watch as he continued grinding her against his cock.

"Ohhh goddd," Hermione sighed as her hands shifted to grip his biceps tightly.

Draco's head snapped up and his eyes turned cold as he removed her hands from his body and stepped back. Her brow furrowed in confusion, as her lust-clouded brain scrambled to figure out what was going on. He turned to go.

"Wait!" Her hand reached out and grabbed his arm to stop him. "Why are you leaving?"

He grinned evilly as he reached over and grabbed her hand off his arm, "This is supposed to be a punishment, remember?" He turned her hand over and brought the sensitive underside of her wrist up to his lips, lingering for just a moment, eyes locked on hers.

He dropped her hand and walked to the door, unlocking it and pulling it open giving her one last look. He smirked when he saw her collapse against the desk, eyes closed and chest heaving. He almost couldn't wait to be tortured again.