Stay Away From Me
By: the enchanted kneazle
I know! I'm sorry I haven't updated in two days when I promised you guys an update a day. I've had a very crazy past couple of days and I apologize. I'll try not to let it happen again.
Anyways, I made this chapter about twice as long to make up for it. I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think. Reviews just make me write faster!
I don't own HP.
Chapter 7
He had been watching her.
Hermione had first noticed it in the halls when they would pass on the way to classes or meals. He would be walking towards her with his friends on either side, and she would catch him slyly watching her when he thought she wasn't looking.
Although she always sat with her back to the Slytherin table at meals, every now and then she would feel that prickle on the back of her neck that unmistakably meant that Malfoy was looking over at her. It wasn't enough to be noticeable to anyone but Hermione. He was trying to make her nervous and it was working.
Things had finally come to a boiling point the following week in Defense class. They had been paired off and told to practice putting up shields. Hermione had been paired with Seamus, who had been shamelessly attempting to flirt with her.
Not that she was really paying attention, though. Between staying up late to watch the map and the constant fear of being pulled into some broom closet to be accosted by Malfoy, she had really been falling behind in all her classes, especially this one.
She was intently trying to put up a shield as Seamus threw a mild stinging hex her way, and she wasn't doing a very good job of it. In order to cast an effective shield, one must be entirely focused on not only the people or person to be protected but also the area the shield will cover. The larger the area, or the more people it covered, the more concentration and power it required.
Hermione looked around at the other pairs and was shocked to find that most of them had at least succeeded in putting up some kind of shield. The brighter the blue, the more powerful the spell, and looking around the class, Hermione saw all ranges of it.
And then she saw Malfoy. Well, actually, she saw his shield. It was a blazing, electric blue and it surrounded him in a gentle caress as he almost lazily held his wand out. She looked up to his face and saw him staring directly at her, a look so intense that she wished she had been successful in her attempt to cast a shield just to have an additional barrier between them.
She looked away and didn't dare look back for the rest of class. The whole time, Hermione was unable to cast anything better than a very shaky light aqua shield that barely held up against one hex before crumbling. When class was dismissed, she quickly shoved her stuff into her bag and all but ran out of the room, fighting to hold all her emotions in check.
She was just so tired. She was tired of trying so hard to help someone who didn't even want to help himself. Malfoy was more worried about making her uncomfortable and embarrassed than about the fact that he could actually die or go crazy from the Cruciatus curse.
She was so tired that every emotion she experienced was right there on the surface, amplified by her exhaustion. Her whole life was falling apart around her and it was all because of him! Well, she was not going to continue to let him manipulate her like he did everyone else.
If she was going to ruin her life trying to help someone, then she was at least going to get some satisfaction out of it. She wasn't dumb enough to try to continue telling herself she wasn't attracted to Malfoy. If she would just give in and embrace the chemistry between them, it would ease a lot of her stress.
This way, she wouldn't have to constantly worry about an unwanted confrontation with him. Instead, she could just let herself enjoy it. And maybe, instead of having to watch the map all of the time, she could use their interactions to figure out when he would be meeting with his father.
She would just have to plan her attack so that Malfoy wouldn't expect a thing. She would wait for him to approach her, as he always did. Then, when he thought he could just make her all hot and bothered and ditch her, she would turn the tables on him.
She spent all her free time thinking of all the sexy things she could do to catch him off guard. She was getting kinda turned on thinking about it all the time, wondering if Malfoy planned out everything he did to her.
She was right, he did approach her. It was the very next day, in fact. They were in Potions when he casually dropped a small square of folded paper on the edge of her desk as he walked by. She snatched it up before anyone saw. Looking around covertly to make sure the coast was clear; Hermione slowly unfolded it, anxious to see what was written inside.
Her eyes scanned the first line. You're looking a little frazzled. She smiled at the understatement of that sentence. She looked back down to read the rest of his note.
Why don't you meet me in that classroom during lunch and see if I can't ease some of your tension?
She made a show of pretending to be shocked just in case he was watching her for a reaction, but inwardly she was smirking in satisfaction. This was the perfect situation to shock Malfoy to his very core.
She meekly folded the note and put it in her bag, not bothering to respond. He would just have to wait and see if she showed up. She would, of course, but he didn't have to know that.
When the class dispersed for lunch, she hung behind, telling Ron and Harry that she needed to speak to Professor Snape about some extra credit to make up for her falling behind the past few weeks. They nodded, already halfway to the door, eager to get to the food. She had to admit, she was starting to act a little too much like Malfoy, constantly lying and manipulating her own friends.
When the coast was clear she left the dungeons and headed toward the Great Hall, but she continued past the large wooden doors and turned right at the hallway that led to their meeting spot. She was so nervous, she almost turned back, but she continued until she found herself outside the abandoned classroom.
She turned the knob and walked in to find him already there, sitting in the teacher's chair behind the big desk at the front, leaning back with his arms crossed over his chest. He had taken his robes and tie off and they were now lying on a student desk near the front. He was dressed in a crisp white dress shirt and black slacks.
"There you are. I was beginning to think you weren't coming. I knew you couldn't resist me, Granger. It was just a matter of time," he said cockily.
She didn't say anything as she walked to the front of the room and around to the back of the desk to stand next to him. He pushed out from under the desk and swiveled to face her. He was just starting to stand up when Hermione put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back down into the seat.
A look of shock covered Malfoy's face when she started unbuttoning his shirt, putting her mouth on every section of skin she exposed and lightly kissing it. He let out a hiss when she got on her knees as she unbuttoned the very last one and sucked the skin just above his belt buckle into her mouth, running her teeth over it and licking it as she sucked.
After a few moments of her delicious torture she stood up and straddled him, resting her knees on either side of his legs. She wrapped her hands behind his biceps and leaned back as she very slowly began rocking her hips.
"Holy shit, Granger," he ground out. "This is so fucking hot."
He grabbed her hips in his hands and tried to speed up the friction, but she put a hand on his chest to stop him. "No, it's my turn."
His eyes rolled back in his head at the wave of lust that shot through him when she said those words, content to sit back and enjoy the feeling of her slowly humping his dick.
She leaned forward so her chest was flush with his, continuing her slow movements. Her mouth latched onto his neck right where it met his shoulder and her teeth sank into the skin as she roughly bit him, punctuating it with a forceful slam of her hips.
"Oh, God," he moaned. He didn't even feel the pain. All he felt was the hot longing blazing through his veins as she licked and kissed the mark she had left on him. She sucked the skin lightly into her mouth and moved across the top of his shoulder, never lessening the pressure.
Hermione couldn't believe how turned on she was by his smooth, muscled skin. It was so arousing hearing all the sounds he made when she touched and kissed his body. She moved her mouth to kiss the area behind his ear, knowing how sensitive this area was for her. She gently nibbled on it as Draco ran his hands up and down her back, moaning out his approval.
She moved back to the large red mark she had left on his neck and blew on it, sending a jolt of electricity down Draco's spine that had him bucking violently underneath her. He couldn't take much more of this before he exploded.
As if sensing that he was losing control, Hermione grabbed his hands and put them on her hips and sped up the grinding movements. She leant down to whisper in his ear.
"Use me."
With those two words he was gone. He stood up with her arm wrapped around his neck, her legs moving to wrap around his hips. He leaned over her, pinning her against the desk and gripping her hips so hard, it would hurt if she weren't so aroused.
He slammed his hips against her over and over, grinding his cock so deliciously against the heat of her pussy that he thought he would never feel this good again in his life. His hooded eyes locked on hers and they darkened when she whimpered in need.
He reached one hand up and pinched her nipple hard through her shirt, not letting go of it as he bent his mouth to bite her on the neck in the same spot she had bit him. She came with a wail of pleasure and the knowledge that he made her orgasm without even taking her clothes off had him following her over the edge with a hoarse groan.
After a few moments, Draco collapsed back onto the chair pulling Hermione down with him. He buried his face in her hair, breathing in her spicy scent.
"Thank you," he whispered into her curls.
She pulled back and gave him an almost sad smile, then bent down and kissed him gently on his chest right above his heart. She lingered for just a moment before she climbed off him, grabbed her bag, and left.