As morning broke and the sun streamed in through her window, it took Hermione a moment before she realised why she felt so horrible. Then in an instant the previous night came crashing back to her and she closed her eyes again as she remembered what she and Malfoy had done. She pulled her blankets over her head and ignored the sounds of the other girls getting up and heading down to breakfast, thankful that it was a Saturday and she didn't have to be up. Her stomach twisted as she recalled everything that happened between the Slytherin and herself and she felt her cheeks blush deeply.
How could she have been so stupid? Malfoy repulsed her, sickened her and she had never thought of him as anything other than someone she hated with all of her might. Now instead of being disgusted by him she felt disgusted by what they had done. They shared a connection now, one that she could never break or erase and she knew it would haunt her forever. As the last girl left her dormitory she sat up, letting out a small cry as tears formed in her eyes once more and she felt at a loss for what to do. If she stayed in bed both Harry and Ron would wonder what was wrong with her and most likely send someone up to check on her. But the alternative was heading down to breakfast to face them and she was sure her face would give her away. There was also the fact that she would have to face Malfoy, or at least be in the same room as him and that was something that scared her.
Feeling incredibly brave, Hermione climbed out of bed and got dressed slowly, not wanting to rush the process and feeling like she could quite happily stay in bed forever but she knew she would only go over and over what had happened. Going down to breakfast and pretending like she was excited for the Quidditch match that day would help take her mind off of it. As she descended the staircase and walked into the empty common room, she took a deep breath, steeling herself for the Great Hall. The portrait swung open and her breath hitched in her throat; Malfoy was stood outside the entrance. With a deep blush on her cheeks she stared at him, wondering if he was remembering the same things she was but his face showed nothing. He didn't smile but waited for her to recover from the shock and fell into step along side her as she started walking.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Hermione asked, trying desperately to keep her tone even; she didn't want him to know she was upset, scared and a million other emotions. He didn't answer straight away but kept walking with her and as they neared the Great Hall, Hermione stopped; there was no way she wanted to walk in with him. "Well?" He sighed deeply at her prompt and didn't meet her eyes.
"Listen, Granger. I don't know what happened last night – I mean, I know what happened but something – "
"Something else went on between us, I know. What about it?" She interrupted, her patience running out and she folded her arms across her chest.
"It's probably a big ask but I don't want anyone to know – "
"I know that, Malfoy. You mentioned that yesterday." She fixed him with what she hoped was a cold stare and he didn't flinch.
"Can you stop interrupting me?" He growled, anger in his eyes and Hermione cringed. "I don't want anyone to know about my feelings for you." He finished and Hermione gasped softly at his words.
"What feelings? You used me last night and you know it." She retorted, recovering quickly from his comment and he shook his head.
"I didn't use you. If you think about it, Granger, you used me. You were sad, lonely, upset over that stupid Weasel and who was there to comfort you?" Malfoy spat and she realised that the Malfoy she had seen last night was not the one who was in front of her.
"I didn't ask you to 'comfort' me, if you can call it that!" She replied, her voice rising and Malfoy took hold of her wrist harshly and pulled her into a nearby classroom, slamming the door behind them. "I don't want to have this conversation with you, Malfoy. Last night meant nothing and it never will."
Hermione turned on her heel, about to leave the room when Malfoy put his hand on the door, preventing her from opening it. "You say that, Granger, but you don't mean it. You can leave this room and never look back but I will always be in the back of your mind. You liked what I gave you, what I made you do," His voice came closer and she felt his breath on her neck; she shivered. "One day – soon – you are going to see that everything I've just said is right and you will come crawling back."
He took his hand away but Hermione stayed where she was, her blood pounding furiously in her head and she felt dizzy for a second. How was it that Malfoy, the idiot who had made the last five years at school horrible, seemed to know her better than she knew herself? She knew deep down what he said was true; his breath on her neck had proved it – she wanted him. She turned to face him, biting her lip slightly as she thought about what she wanted to say.
"What feelings for me?" She asked and he faltered for only a moment before sneering at her.
"Does it come as a surprise to you that after all this time of hating you and your stupid friends that I have realised you're not that bad?" He said and she laughed coldly. "You can laugh, Granger, but it would take a troll not to realise how – " He looked her up and down and slowly, teasingly, licked his lips. " – appealing you are. It's only a pity for you that Weasel didn't notice it before me."
"You disgust me." She said but still she didn't leave. She glared at him a moment more, her back up against the door before he moved towards her. With his head inches away from hers, he smirked.
"You'll never be free of me now, Granger. I've got you right where I want you, haven't I? Even now, as I speak, you're thinking about last night and how good it felt. You want more." His words hit home and she closed the gap between them, her lips attacking his with a ferociousness she never knew she possessed. He responded in kind, his body pushing hers harshly against the door and she let out a small whimper at the hardness between his legs. His tongue found hers and his hand was in between her legs rubbing her through her jeans. She finally found sense and pushed him off, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen. He laughed loudly and ran his fingers through his hair.
"What do you want from me, Malfoy?" Hermione asked, her hand now on the door handle.
"You." He said simply and pushed past her, opening the door and disappearing down the corridor. Hermione slammed the door shut behind him and sank to the floor, tears now falling down her face. She hated herself for letting him get to her, hated herself for how good he made her feel. It made her angry to think he could get away with treating her the way he did and with a gasp she realised she had one up on him. He clearly had some sort of feelings for her and as much as she suddenly wanted him – needed him – to do similar things as he had done the previous night, she knew then she could work it the way she wanted. As much as she felt at his mercy, he was at hers just as much. Wiping her eyes and flattening her hair, she stepped out and made her way to the Great Hall; if she was lucky there would still be some toast.
"Hermione, where have you been?" Harry's voice called her over and she sat down next to him, avoiding his eye and hoping her lips weren't still swollen.
"Oh – um – I slept in." She said shortly and took a piece of toast. Ginny sat opposite her and she felt as if she had just interrupted something between them. She looked up and caught Ginny's eye, unable to hide from the stare the younger girl gave her and Hermione was sure Ginny saw everything that had happened in that one stare. She looked down at her toast and ate quietly for a moment, a loud giggle bringing her out of her thoughts.
"Oh, Won Won!" With a shudder, Hermione realised that giggle belonged to Lavender and she saw that Ron was sat on the other side of Harry, something she had failed to see when she sat down. Her face set hard she turned away and focused on her toast. Harry sighed from next to her and stood up, gesturing for Ron to do the same; it was almost time for the Quidditch match. Lavender trailed after Ron and Hermione watched with a sour face.
"It's disgusting, isn't it?" Ginny said from across the table and Hermione looked at her.
"Why aren't you playing today?" She asked and Ginny held up her hand which was wrapped in a bandage.
"I sprained my wrist at practice, so I'm just watching for today." The youngest Weasley told her and Hermione nodded, finishing her toast just as food started to disappear. The two girls stood up in unison and walked out of the Great Hall together. Silently they made their way down to the pitch, Hermione lost in her thoughts.
"Are you okay, Hermione?" Ginny asked when they were stood in the stands waiting for the game to start. Hermione's head snapped around to look at Ginny and the red head stared at her intensely.
"Fine." She said shortly, turning back to the game. As much as it would make her feel better if she told someone, there was no way she could tell anyone. Ginny especially wouldn't understand and she plastered a smile on her face. This seemed to satisfy Ginny and they two girls watched the game in silence.
The game went on and Gryffindor scored over and over, with Hufflepuff having no chance of getting one in; all they needed was Harry to find the snitch and it would be over. Faking a headache, Hermione left the Quidditch pitch and rushed back to the school, her mind on her bed up in the Gryffindor tower. As she entered the castle and passed the Great Hall, a noise made her turn around and she cringed as she saw Malfoy leaning against the wall behind her. She ignored him and turned up the steps to head towards her area of the castle but footsteps told her he had followed. She picked up the pace but it was no good, she didn't even know why she was hurrying away from him and as he caught up and pulled her once again into a nearby classroom – thankfully empty – she cursed him silently under her breath.
"Let me go." Hermione said through gritted teeth as Malfoy pushed her once more up against the closed door, one hand on her wrist and the other under her chin. He lifted her head up and lowered his lips to her neck causing Hermione to gasp softly at his touch. She let him only for a second before pushing him off with all of her might. Wrenching the door open, she fled and ran down the corridor, not bothering to turn and see if he had followed or not. Tears began to fall down her face and she was grateful that the rest of the school was out at Quidditch. Frustrated, she wiped her tears and turned the corner to the Gryffindor common room but as she said the password, Malfoy appeared out of nowhere and followed her inside.
"What are you doing? You can't be in here!" She hissed, assuming a defensive pose that fooled neither of them. He smirked at her, his pale face making her shudder with disgust but she couldn't ignore the twinge of longing she felt and she hated herself immensely in that moment.
"Who says I can't, Granger?" He replied, slowly walking towards her and she backed up until she was at the girl's staircase. "You let me in, didn't you?"
"No, you followed me." She said, knowing that she could get up the staircase and he couldn't follow her there. She took one step up and watched him eye the stairs up. Part of her wanted to stay and see what he had to say, but the other half wished nothing more than to hide her head under her bed covers and it was that part that one. She turned quickly and rushed up the stairs feeling triumphant.
The feeling only lasted a moment before Malfoy came up behind her and pushed her into her empty dormitory. He glanced around and spotted the piles of books next to Hermione's bed and took her wrists, moving her over to her bed.
"How did you get in here?" She cried, anger on her face but she was aware she was not stopping him.
"Us Slytherin's learn a lot more than you do," He said before muttering a locking charm on the door and turning back to Hermione. She sat on the edge of her bed, biting her lip nervously and Malfoy sneered down at her. "Didn't I tell you that you were mine?"
"But I – " He smothered her mouth with a kiss and Hermione hated herself for melting into him, her tongue being the first to venture into the opposite's mouth. It was like torture; she hated him more than she had ever hated anyone yet he was able to make her feel so good and it was something she couldn't forget. She realised suddenly that he had pushed her back on to the bed and his hand was very quickly removing her jeans but instead of stopping him, she merely watched, a look of pain on her face as she watched his face. "You want this a lot, don't you?"
He looked up at her comment, pausing in his desperate attempt to remove her clothes and his face seemed naked, all of his emotions laid bare. "What?"
"You heard. You may think you've got me wrapped around your little finger, Malfoy, but you'll always be at the mercy of me whether you like it or not – because ultimately, I could hex you if I wanted, I could curse you into oblivion so that you could never f – " He shut her up with his wand and she narrowed her eyes angrily at him. Her mouth moved furiously but not sound came out and she kicked out angrily at him.
"Now, now, Granger. I think we've had enough of your little speech. If you want to believe that you're in charge, then so be it. But I've said it before and I'll say it again – you'll never be free of me." His voice came out like ice and Hermione glared at him, wishing more than anything that he was wrong. Their horrible game of cat and mouse would never be over it seemed and she hated that she had gotten herself into this mess. His hands lifted her top of and she lay there in her underwear, horribly embarrassed as she brought her hands to cover herself. "Hey, we'll have none of that."
With another swipe of his wand, her hands flew above her head and stayed there, no matter how hard she tried to move them. A single tear formed in the corner of her eye and Malfoy watched it trickle down her face.
"I know you want this, Granger. You fight me but really, that's what you enjoy, isn't it? You like it rough." His words were taunting and cut through Hermione harshly; she knew he was right. He removed his own clothes and Hermione eyed him hungrily, forgetting how much she hated him as longing rushed over her. Perhaps he saw it in her eyes or perhaps he was just sick of the waiting; he pulled her briefs off in one swift movement and crawled up her body to remove her bra. She lay naked in front of him, bound and silenced, but as he lowered his mouth to her breast and sucked hard on her nipple, she couldn't tear her eyes away from his grey ones and felt pleasure wash over her.
A moan escaped her lips and she realised the silencing curse had been lifted. It showed how right Malfoy was when she didn't scream out for help but continued to watch him work her breasts. Her hips lifted up and Malfoy smirked again.
"Need something, hm?" His hand traced shapes on her inner thighs as he drew teasingly close to her centre. She gasped loudly as a finger entered her and when he added another two, a loud moan that sounded nothing like her voice filled the room. He picked up the pace until his hand was pumping in and out in a steady rhythm and Hermione moaned with each thrust.
Sudden longing seemed to come over him and he removed his fingers, and much like he had the night before, entered her with something else. It seemed to be over in a matter of minutes; with her hands tied magically behind her head, she had no way of stifling the sounds that escaped her mouth. As Malfoy pounded hard into her, she cried out, the pleasure of it taking her away from the situation, away from the pain it caused her to enjoy this and she came loudly, her body jerking violently. When she finally came back down, she looked down to see that Malfoy had come at the same time and, panting heavily, he flopped onto the bed next to her.
"Let me make this clear." She said firmly, still gasping slightly and trying to catch her breath. "No one is to know about this. I'll do whatever you want, whenever you want – but nobody can know."
Malfoy let out a cruel laugh and looked up at her, with her hands tied and a look of defiance on her face he seemed to intimidate her without even trying. "Oh, Granger. You think I would want to tell anyone?"
I wasn't planning on a second chapter for this, it was originally a oneshot but a few people asked for one so I thought I would give it a go. I don't know if I'll go any further, I have my story The Flame to keep me busy but we'll see!