Stay Away From Me
By: the enchanted kneazle
I tried to make this chapter a little longer than the last two, but if you guys would rather have longer chapters it's gonna take me longer and I won't be able to update every day like I have been. I know some of you are saying you want longer chapters, but I'm also getting tons of demands for updates! I wanna go with the majority, so let me know which you guys would prefer. Onward and Upward!
Chapter 12
Did she dare?
The look he was sending her way held a promise that she wouldn't regret it, not that she had any doubt in her mind that she would. The only thing holding her back was the fact that he could still be hurt or that he could hurt himself further.
He must have figured as much because the next thing he said was, "Come on, Granger, I promise I won't do anything too...strenuous. I just want to show you my appreciation."
With a little smile, Hermione stood and took slow, careful steps toward him until she was standing between his legs. His arms were crossed casually across his bare chest and he was looking up at her with a cheshire grin.
She bent over to rest her hands lightly on his shoulders as she lowered herself to sit sideways in his lap, her legs hanging down between his and her back resting against the high arm of the couch on Draco's left side. They sat there for awhile, just enjoying the comfort of touch and the warmth of the fire.
Then, just as she felt her eyes start to close, Hermione felt his touch on her waist. He was tracing little circles on her hipbone with his thumb while the rest of his hand palmed the curve of her pelvis. She left her eyes closed and a contented smile made its way onto her lips.
As suddenly as it had started, the movement stopped and she felt that same hand grasp her shoulder and run the length of her arm until their hands met and he pulled hers up to rest it on his own shoulder. She caressed the skin there, tapping her fingers along the collumn of his neck and squeezing the muscle until he groaned.
Hermione had to admit to herself that she loved hearing him make those sounds. It made her feel sexy, like she had power over him. An evil thought entererd her mind and she slanted her head to nibble on his chest as her hand snaked its way down to curve around the bulge in his pants.
He bucked up into her hand when she lightly squeezed him through the material. His fevered moan was enough to have her pressing her legs together and arching her back. He brought his hand up behind her to run it up and down her backbone.
He pushed her to lie back down against the arm of the chair and flipped her skirt up, tucking it into her waistband before quickly moving his eyes lower. All gentle pretenses were lost when he roughly cupped her wet heat, growling possessively.
He could feel her arousal through the soaked fabric, preventing him from touching her for the first time. Reaching behind her to the table on his left, he grabbed the scissors and swiftly, but precisely, cut the offending garment off her body, throwing it to the side distractedly.
His hand ran up the inside of her thigh, kneading the flesh as he neared her center. He ran his finger up and down the slit of her outer folds, dipping in between just enough to tease her clit on the upward stroke.
Hermione was pumping her hips in tiny little up and down motions, desperate for more friction when his other hand grabbed her hip to still her.
"Don't move," he ordered, stopping the movement of his finger right as he was passing her button, pushing down on it and holding there until she stilled.
"Good girl," he whispered, staring down at his buried finger.
He carried on with his slow skimming of her sensitive flesh, but instead of just gliding past it with a light touch, every time his finger reached the top of its path, his thumb would join in to pinch her clit for a few seconds.
It was almost too much for Hermione to handle. Each time he squeezed the sensitive bundle of nerves, he added more and more pressure, and each time she moaned louder and louder. Finally, she couldn't handle being still any longer and rocked against his hand.
He immediately pulled his hand back and smacked her pussy. Not hard enough to hurt, just enough to send hot licks of fire scorching through her nerve endings. She could feel the juices dripping down her backside onto his pants. How could he be doing this to her?
He shoved two fingers into her hot slit and curled them up inside her. Hermione let out a scream of uninhibited pleasure and her walls constricted around his digits. It felt so good when she squeezed him like that and it lessened a little bit of the ache, so she did it again, and again, over and over, milking Malfoy's fingers as he stared down at her in amazement.
"Merlin, Granger that is so hot! You like fucking yourself on my hand? Your little pussy is so tight; I can feel it sucking on my fingers" he said, watching her eyes darken in desire at his perverse words.
She just moaned as he slowly pulled his fingers out, feeling her walls tug them backwards, almost begging him not to depart. The moment they were out of her body, he slammed them back in, fingering the sensitive skin inside with the tips as if he were fingering her clit.
Hermione let out a high pitched wail as he began pistoning his fingers in and out of her drenched hole, using his thumb to toy with her clit. She was practically bouncing on top of his hand at this point, mumbling incoherently as Malfoy did things to her she had never felt before.
He began furiously rubbing her clit as he pumped his fingers in and out. It proved to be too much for Hermione as she felt her orgasm rip through her. Her body went limp against the couch, her head thrashing back and forth as she came down from the most delirious high she had ever felt.
She nuzzled her face into his neck, slightly embarrassed by her reaction to some of the things he had done to her. He noticed her blush and smiled as he remembered some of the very same reactions from his point of view. He had never expected meek little Granger to act so sexually uninhibited. And that thing she had done to his fingers! He had never had a girl do that to him.
She pulled back to look up at Draco's face and noticed his smile, causing her to give him a shy grin. "Thank you. That was amazing," she said quietly. She put a hand on his shoulder to help herself up and noticed the pained wince he tried to school from his features.
"Oh! I'm so sorry! I knew you were still in pain!" She exclaimed, an admonishing look on her face. She felt immediately guilty for getting pleasure while he was in pain.
"Don't work yourself into a tizzy. I wouldn't even be in an upright position right now if it weren't for you. Honestly, it's not that bad. I just need to sleep it off. Will you help me back to the dorms?"
Some of Hermione's guilt lessened, but she still jumped into action at his request, anxious to do whatever he needed. He reached his hands up to her and she pulled him up to stand solidly on his feet. They left the room and made their way down to the Slytherin dorms with measured and deliberate steps.
She whispered goodnight at the door and slipped away back to her room, getting ready for bed with a small smile on her lips and his face in her mind.
I'm so anxious to hear what you guys think about this chapter! AHHHH! Anyways, I hope you like it. Thanks for reading!