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Chapter 9

"Wrapped so Pretty"

As he shut the door behind her, she glanced around the room. Large lush pillows were bunched against the headboard of a queen size bed. It was a nice room with a high ceiling. "What are you doing here?" He asked her once again.

She slid the palm of her hand down the front of his chest, his skin exposed to her fully. She could barely see the outline of her fingers through the darkness. The room held only a glow from street lanterns outside. She dropped her purse to the floor. This time would be more difficult she thought to herself. "I was nearby, and I came to see you." she said.

With a thudding heart, she looped her fingers over the waistband of his pajamas and pulled him towards her. She felt him grow hard through the satiny fabric as he moved in.

Running her hands up and along his sides, she curled her body against his and kissed him deeply.

But her moment of pleasure was short lived. Draco pinned her against the door and caught the tip of her chin in a rough grasp. "Is there a Mr. Buttercup?"

"What? No."

Draco tighten his grip, squezzing her chin tighter almost in a threating manner. "Don't mess with me witch, I want to know."

Hermione meet his eyes. At least, now she didn't have to lie. "I'm not married Draco. I swear. There is no one else."

He believed her. There was something in her eyes that would not lie, or at least it felt that way to him. Before he could question her again she found the rise of his cock, right on the head through the soft fabric of his night clothing. She struggled with a tiny knot tie that held it at the top of them and she felt his hands wondering up her dress.

"Why are you after me woman," he asked.

"You are my fantasy," she answered.

He thought for a moment, if only she could read his mind. Not a night has gone by that she failed to be his fantasy. From the moment she walked through his life.

The next thing she knew, he had shoved her against the wall and pushed her dress up high enough to catch the back of her arse. His first mind was to carry her to the bed across the room, but as his hands gripped her, parted her cheeks and she lifted her leg up for his hand to stable her fully, he noticed she had come to him a second time without her knickers on, she was amazing in that way and he loved it. Now, free of his lower garment as she unworked the knot tie and he hung there in front of her with a throbbing erection; starving so much to feel her again and suddenly the bed was too far.

Draco pressed her back against the door lifting both her right legs higher off the carpet.

She looped her arms around his shoulders, and both legs went around his waist. She made herself the whore and if that was what it took then she'd take the role of being his sex toy, to be used for pleasure. She was fine with it, she had a purpose and that's all that mattered; falling in love was never in the plan. This was not about falling in love, she imagined love to be exciting and precious, not frigtening or filled with shame. Love growing inside of her... that was her purpose that is what she was after. It was humiliating to think that he would have never even touch her had he known who she truly was.

"Don't you want to fuck me?" she asked it softly when he stalled.

"What?" he said in shock.

"Just fuck me Draco, hurry up, please."

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

She buried her face in the side of his neck

"I just want you to do it."

She looked up at him with sadness visible in her eyes. Draco anchored her against the wall. She didn't need to ask him twice. His mouth covered hers and within seconds and he was inside of her, grabbing her hips, curling his fingers into her flesh. Draco heard the groan in the back of her throat when his entry came with too much force.

She curled her arms around his neck, pulling him in as close as she could, opening her mouth accepting his kiss, allowing him to lap his tongue against hers. She felt the sweet intrusion of her body, the pleasure, and brought back to her m memories like a forbidden dream that she didn't want to miss, she whimpered as he shoved her against the wall in a repeated tempo. "Just because you can kiss like that, doesn't mean you're off the hook." His voice was low, husky and heavy as he tried to hold back from moving inside of her too quickly, giving her the time she needed to accept all of his length.

Draco paced his strokes. "Hold your legs around me." he whispered to her.

She obeyed him. She expected him to reenter her roughly again but instead he was gentle like before, like that of a silken stroke. The sensation was so envoking that she dug her nails into his hair wanting to cradle his head more.

"You feel so good." He said to her, all the while cursing himself from wanting her this badly. He secured her hips; he didn't want to admit how much he'd been pining over her; searching for any shred of who she was. He didn't want to rush into telling her how she's hijacked his thoughts; or how he couldn't put their last night together out of his mind, no matter how he tried. "Damn you drive me crazy! I'll fuck you, I love fucking you." he confessed, her wetness was so soothing that it was intoxicating to him and the last thing he wanted was for a woman he was having feelings for to suddenly vanish forever. He probably couldn't trust her. And she probably wasn't worth risking everything on. He made tiny rotated circles inside her pussy each one adding more depth, each one begging for her to climax, each one driving him closer into his own orgasm. Her body pushed back, moaning and making sounds that Hermione never dreamed would come from her lips again. But it came, just like before.

She bit down hard on her lips and fought back a single tear. She reached out desperate for something solid to anchor herself as he drove away inside of her. She needed to focus all her energy into this.

"You like what you do, hum! Driving men like me wild?" his voice was as hard as his thrusting became more barbaric, completely untamed. He gripped her tighter so that he wouldn't lose his hold or his approaching orgasm as it rose up his shaft. "You're so wet, I never felt anything so ..." Delicious was the word that he felt on the tip of his lips... delicious was how she felt to him.

Two weeks and not a word, not a single owl from her and suddenly she shows up. He didn't give a damn anymore. Why should he give a damn who she wa? He wondered what made her want this kind of life and how many more men would she allow to have her like he was now... this made him angry, it somehow made him hurt... she always seemed so afraid of something, so fragile, so naive... who was she? All of these thoughts plagued him as he watched her beautiful face express a mixture of delight and pain she was receiving from him and even that intoxicated him. He knew he couldn't make the mistake of falling in love with some paid whore, but if she wanted to give him any sign of encouragement he would do just that...Draco didn't want to admit it, but he was afraid that he may already be in too deep with her. After tonight he was done with her, this infatuation simply couldn't happen between them. He had a career, a reputation.

The heat of his body radiated off of him and onto hers. her dress grew sweaty and clung to her in uncomfortable ways. The grooves of the door bruised her spine with each unbroken rise and fall of her body as he fucked her, he held her so roughly that her muscles screamed for him to hurry and finish.

"Is it good to you this way, is this what you came here for?" his question carried a dagger straight to her heart. He tried to kiss her, she turned her face away. "Come for me." He lost his placement and accidently slipped out of her, but penetrated her quickly to recover. She winced in slight pain, but he hardly even notice. Hermione didn't have to worry about suppressing any pleasure, because now he would gave her none. His second reentry was more selfish, more greedy, faster...so fast and so cruel that it now felt as if he was wanting to punish them both.

"Oh god, oh my dear god." she nearly started sobbing through his roughness upon her body. He was really hurting her.

Before she could get another sound out of her mouth his climax ripped through her. Wave after wave his heated semen crashed against the back of her internal wall. Nothing ever in his life gave him pleasure like that moment. Draco didn't want this to be some dirty secret, or something sinisterly shameful, especially now that the round tip of his erection found the exact spot to bring the fullest orgasm with her right in his arms. This long awaited and completely unrestrained moment as he claimed her.

No, she wouldn't let him kiss her, she didn't want him to make this any more intimate than necessary but she gave in to his kiss all the same, the more he insisted he needed it. She was struggling against his pushes. He held her with no problem at all and pressed deeper into her as his orgasm continued to rise and fall. She never felt anything so animalistic, anything so wild and unrestrained and she knew this time regardless of the pain she needed every second of it until its last.

And when his orgasm came, when it finally happened for him, he stopped, all she cared about was trying not to cry from guilt and from disgust of how low she'd fallen. She simply had to hold it together just a moment longer. Just long enough to absorb the essence he'd given her, that's all that mattered right, the baby?

A moment went by before his hardness finally softened and he withdrew from inside her. Draco lowered both her legs onto the floor and a warm flow of his semen trickled down her left thigh.

Her legs felt so weak, she could barely stand on them, and she was so quiet.

"Buttercup" He reached out for her face through the darkness and she pushed his hand away. She refused to look at him. Then he heard her start to cry.

She couldn't bare this thing she had done, not once, but twice now. She felt dirty, filthy…like …like his filthy little whore some filthy dirty little mudblood…

"Buttercup…I'm sorry…I thought."

She ignored him. And suddenly tore from his embrace,she bent down, snatched the shiny object she prayed to be her purse and searched for the doorknob. With one hand clinging to her ruined dress, and her thighs wet from his seed, she ran out into the lit hallway.

"Buttercup, no I'm sorry…!" he tore after her like a bolt of lightning and again she jerked her hand from his when he tried to grab her. Refusing to look at him, she ran! Again he screamed out her name, begging for her to stop. calling her name. That silly name that Ginny had given her. She ran faster and could hear him charging after her only an inch behind. She couldn't allow him to catch her, to see her fall apart, she dove her hand inside of her purse, lifted her wand and waved it without looking back and like that she was gone.

Draco stopped and stood there alone in the hall. No shirt, no shoes, no wand. Without his wand he couldn't follow her, or find her. she'd come to wreck his world again and was gone.