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"Honey," her mother smiled as she walked through the door. "I have a business meeting tonight with the Malfoy's." Her daughter grunted as the only response she would give and then turned to the door and made to exit. But her mother stopped her in her tracks. "It's going to go on quite late, and since it's not going to be at the Malfoy Estate, I can't bring you with me."
Hermione sighed, "Mum," she smiled to reassure her mum that she was being honest as she said the next statement, "I'll be fine on my own."
"No." That was it, her mother's tone – and hard eyes – made it clear that there was going to be no negotiation on the matter. "Draco offered to come and stay with you until I get back."
"WHAT?" Hermione had spat out the sip of water that she had just put into her mouth, and then turned her glaring gaze on her mother.
"But I told him," her mother continued as if she hadn't heard her daughter. Hermione was sure she was going to hear that her mother had rejected his offer and that she had got her a babysitter – anything was better than Draco flipping Malfoy! – But, then her mother continued. "That it was too late for him to go home, so I said he could stay the night."
"Aren't you worried that he might try to take advantage of me?" her mother winced as she remembered some past events. There were lots to choose from that could cause her mother's expression to falter like that.
"Draco is not Caleb." Hermione knew that she shouldn't have brought that up, her mother wouldn't stop worrying all night now.
Hermione knew that even thought Draco was a DICK with a capital D – and an I and a C and a K! – He would not physically hurt her. "No, he's not."
"Be good." Her mother walked to the door, "He'll be here soon."
"What should I do for dinner?" She looked at her mother with wide eyes.
Her mother laughed, "The fridge is stocked," she looked at her daughter with a 'duh!' kind of expression, "I'm sure you'll think of something." Her mother pulled the front door open, "No take out!"
"UGH!" was the only goodbye her mother received from her daughter as she walked out of the house and got into one of the many cars in the driveway.
The front door opened not ten seconds later and Hermione sighed. "Let the night of torture begin." She smiled. She wasn't sure yet whether she would be the one getting tortured, or dishing it out...but it was probably going to be painful all the same.
"Hey sexy." Draco smirked as he walked into the room. "What's up?"
"I'm actually trying to think of the most painful thing I could do to you right now," she smiled and then turned her back on him, "And...I am trying to think of something to eat for dinner."
"Well, I'm planning on eating out some part of you..." he trailed off as she slapped him, her face contorted into a freaked out expression and he held his hands up in surrender. "Joking."
"No you weren't," she pretended to throw up onto the floor. "Moving on..."
Draco walked up behind her, leaning in way too close for comfort and whispering in to her ear he said, "I'll help you cook."
She gave an involuntary shiver, his hands grabbing onto the loophole in the front of her jeans and pulling her backwards against him. "Is that safe?"
"Safer than this is." He muttered biting on her earlobe and sending her emotions into a scary cascade of female hormones. She wanted him. Here. Now.
But that wouldn't be a good idea. She forced herself to remember what he was planning to do. Yeah, but you would have to say you loved him for him to win...she tried to convince herself that letting him please her for one night would be alright, when suddenly he moved away.
"I like tacos." He grabbed the biggest knife out of the holder and gripped it in his hand. "What do you think?" she smiled and let him get to work. He was like a hurricane. Moving around the kitchen and leaving a mess for her to clean up in his wake.
"Next time you offer to cook," she laughed as she scooped up some rubbish off the counter and put it into the bin, "Remind me of the mess that you make!"
"Honey, I'm not perfect."
"Honey," she joked as she wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him in close, as if she was going to tell him a secret, "You are far from perfect, barely even mediocre." She giggled and the pushed him away.
He pouted in a way that he thought made him look adorable, and it probably would if the girl in front of him wasn't reminding herself every few seconds that he was trying to con her.
He touched his heart, "I thought we had something, babe."
She smirked as she cleared some more of his mess off the counter and into the bin. "Darling, when you stop calling me babe, you might have a chance of something with me."
"I think I already have a chance." Before she could move out of his way – she was going for a 'less is more, make his chase you' method, that didn't really seem to be having the effect she thought it would – he grabbed onto her waist and hoisted her around his waist.
Her legs locked around him and she sighed as his tongue pushed its way into her mouth. She could feel him moving but she couldn't tell where he was going.
She realised that they had successfully made it to her room as he threw her down onto the bed and pushed himself on top of her.
No! No! No! Her brain was screaming at her to remember why she shouldn't do this, but the other half – namely the bottom half – of her was persuading her that this was going to feel great and she really wanted it. He's using you!
Shut up! She eventually silenced the voice telling her that this was a bad idea, and raised her pelvis to let him slip her jeans down. There was a lot more clothes to remove than when he had last tried to do this, and waiting for her to wriggle off her jeans was super frustrating. Eventually he just ripped them off her and threw them behind him.
There was a part of him that was screaming that she didn't deserve to be used like this. The Draco Malfoy that he wanted to be would never do something like this. But he was silencing the best part of himself, burying it deep down until it was barely a whisper and then he smirked as he pulled his own jeans off.
He thought that she was going to be harder to get than this. Maybe she wanted to be used by him. Yeah, that was what he was going to tell himself. She wanted him to take her under these conditions.
Her hand wrapped around him. He moaned. She definitely wanted this.
He moved her hand off of him; he wanted to get to her first. He pulled down her kickers and watched as she squirmed under his gaze. He may hate her, but he was still a guy. His fingers dipped into her, "Oh." Her eyes rolled back and she opened her mouth. He felt himself moving towards her and soon his lips were on hers once more.
Dude! He thought as he felt his heart racing beneath his shirt. You're not supposed to be enjoying this!
The moment he touched her she could feel herself relax even thought her emotions were being built up to a peak. When he touched her, she knew that there was no going back. She couldn't change her mind now. She could stop worrying about the consequences of what she was doing, and she could just let it happen.
She bit her lip between her teeth as he pulled his mouth away from hers and moved his head to in between her legs.
She could feel it coming. Anticipation of what it would feel like to have his lips on her there turned her on even more. She breathed deeply; it wouldn't do for him to know how much she was enjoying the feel of his fingers inside her. He was waiting though she wasn't sure what for.
Pull yourself together dude! His mouth was an inch away from her, but he didn't want to do this. He didn't want to hurt her in this way. This is the whole point! He commanded himself to move forwards, just as his lips were about to touch her, he suddenly had to pull away.
What the frick was that bloody ringing? His fingers were still inside her when he smelt it, the burning. She was still pumped up so high and waiting for him to finish her off, that she hadn't smelt it. She hadn't heard the ringing. In fact, she had started bucking her hips into his hand trying to convince him to move.
"The tacos." He finally remembered that they were in the oven. He pulled his hand out of her and wiped it on the bed sheet. She growled in frustration and pulled him back towards her, trying to get him in the mood for what she so desperately wanted to finish.
"Leave them." She pulled him back towards her, crushing her lips on to his and moving his hand in between her legs once more. But he didn't move it; in fact he pulled it away from her.
"The house could burn down and you wouldn't even care!" he pushed her down onto the bed and marched out of the room.
He watched her laying there, a hurt expression on her face. Well, it was either hurt of anger, and for his mental health he hoped it was the first one. He tried to rationalise with himself. He was only doing this to hurt her. He felt nothing more towards her. There was no way that he was ever going to feel anything for the bitch.
He pulled the tray of burnt taco shells out of the oven and shoved them into the sink, dousing them in water. He put his hands under the tap and splashed water onto his face trying to calm himself down.
Hermione sat there. What was she doing? She was going to let him have sex with her, and for what? So that she could try and make him love her so she could shove it up his ass that she hated him.
The plan was to make herself hard to get, not get him to pleasure her. She slammed herself back down on to the bed before realising that she should probably go out there.
Not yet. She thought, I can't deal with him yet. She stalked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. First she was going to wash off every trace of him that she had on her body. Then she was going to pull herself together and watch him fall apart in front of her.
The weird thing was that she wasn't feeling anything other than sick to her stomach. She didn't feel any attachment to him. In all honesty, she felt like she was numb. Like she had just watched herself do that and hadn't actually experienced it.
She pulled herself out of the shower; it was hard when she had the promise of one Draco Malfoy waiting for her. She pulled on a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a baggy t-shirt and walked out into the hallway. She could hear him thumping around the kitchen.
The only reason that Draco Malfoy hadn't already packed up and left was the fact that he had promised his father and her mother that he would look after Hermione. His father didn't care about her, but he needed to make sure that her mother came tonight. Her mother had to sign the papers otherwise the deal wouldn't go through.
His father thought that he was going to have to bribe his son into looking after the young Granger girl, but there was no bribery needed. All he had to do was mention the name and Draco had agreed and was in his car before his father had even finished the question.
Now, Draco Malfoy was wishing that he had turned down his father's offer. He wished he had never come. He wished he had never seen her push her hips into his hands, push her chest into his, or felt her kiss his lips with a passion that he had never felt before. He wanted to take her against the table right now, and she wasn't even wearing anything provocative.
Only girls were supposed to get this attached after sex! You haven't even had sex with her yet, you moron! He found his inner self shouting at him. He was going crazy.
"I guess dinners ruined then?" she asked.
"Guess so," he managed to mummer out, he couldn't even look at her. He wanted to scream himself into oblivion. Maybe then he could stop seeing the images of Granger clutching the bed sheets as she moaned out his name.
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