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Temptations
Hermione groaned as she felt something poking into her back. She ran a hand over the ground, feeling her surroundings and frowning in confusion. She arched her back and grabbed at the item that was poking into her. When she pulled it out from under her, the images from last night flooded back into her memory and she shot up from the ground.
"Oh my god," Hermione dropped the stick that she was lying on from her hand and shifted her body to look around, the leaves crunching under her. She surveyed her surroundings, frantically. Her eyes slowly traveled over to the blond boy who lay beside her, stirring as he began to wake. "What did I do?" She searched around and grabbed the closest thing to her, which was his Slytherin robe. She wrapped it around herself and stood up as his eyes fluttered open. Her bareback facing the opening of the forest. He smirked at her as he sat up on his elbows. Hermione stared down at him in disbelief and disgust.
"Don't give me that Granger, you started it." Draco ran a hand threw his blond and currently dirty hair. Hermione kept her eyes on his face, as he lay naked on the ground.
"You tempted me." She said angrily and almost sadly. "Oh god," She looked up at the trees hovering over them. "We were here all night?" She couldn't believe it. Draco also looked around.
"Yeah, guess so." His eyes met hers. "We could stay here another?" He said suggestively. "Go another round?"
"Oh no, we are done." She reached down and grabbed her underwear that had been coincidentally under his robe. "And this never ever happened." She looked back at him. "Never." They stared at each other. Hermione slipped her underwear on while still holding his robe to her. Draco got up from the ground and grabbed his pants, tugging them on as he grunted.
"I wouldn't be the one talking, Granger. Seeing as though you jumped me." Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Would you shut up? You made me do it, with your flirtatious gestures all week!" She searched around for her bra, found it and clasped it on. She dropped his robe.
"How was I supposed to know you were going to attack my face?" He scoffed. Draco grabbed his white shirt and slipped it on. "That had been my plan all week, to bed you." He sarcastically said, wiping the dirt from his shirt, unsuccessfully. Hermione turned to him as she pulled up her pants.
"I'm sure it was. Ever since you saw me in the Great Hall." Draco rolled his eyes and reached down for his pants.
"Please, like you weren't asking for it. Practically strip teasing on the Slytherin table." He buckled his pants.
"I was not strip teasing! Shirt, where is my shirt?" Hermione searched around. Draco grabbed her shirt from a pile of leaves and tossed it at her. Hermione caught it angrily and slipped it on. They both put on their robes and looked for their shoes. As soon as they were done Hermione and Draco faced each other as if going to battle. "I didn't want this." She told him.
"But you got it." He reached out and took a few strands of her hair in his hand. "And you'll want more." Boy, did he have some things he needed to rethink. Like his whole life. He heaved out an exasperated breath.
"Oh right," She knocked his arm down and brushed past him. "I don't ever want to see, hear, or think of you again."
"You wanted me last night." He grabbed her wrist and she spun around. She looked at him with sad eyes.
"But that was a mistake." He frowned, a thought crossing his mind.
"Shit, you weren't a virgin were you?" Hermione rolled her eyes at him.
"That's what your worried about? No I was not a virgin, for your information." She told him.
"Well that's good because you certainly did not seem like one to me." Hermione tried to hide her threatening blush.
"You know what, Malfoy?" She shoved his shoulder back.
"Don't blame this shit on me, Granger!" Draco's face threatened her.
"You disgust me." She told him. He came closer to her.
"But last night?" Draco leaned in and Hermione shoved him back.
"Get the hell away from me." She spun around and began to walk away but stopped. Hermione slowly turned around. "If you tell anyone about last night I will-"
"What? Attack my face again?" He laughed. Hermione took out her wand from her robe and held it to him.
"I will kill you. I swear." She warned him.
"Fine, but what am I going to do about all these bite marks?" Draco smirked at her, pointing to his neck. Before he knew it, he was flung backwards and landed with a thud on the ground.
"Asshole," Hermione muttered as she left the Forbidden Forest and headed back in to Hogwarts.
Hermione examined herself in the mirror before stepping into the shower. She had luckily slipped into the Gryffindor common room at an early time, when everyone was still sleeping. She had hickeys, bruises, and scratches here and there on her body. Hermione frowned as she thought back to Draco. What did I do? She thought to herself as she stepped into the shower, attempting to wash away the memories of last night.
Something was wrong. This shouldn't be happening. But yet it was. Draco wanted more of her. He needed more. It had been a great shag, rough and fast and repeated a few times, just the way he liked it. It was his weakness and she had found it, without even looking. His plan had totally switched on him. SHE had him in the palm of her hands! Fuck! Draco yelled at himself. He should have just pushed her off and walked away. Merlin, what had happened? What about his disgust for Mudbloods? He didn't know anymore. This was so messed up; it was causing his head to throb. He moaned as he fell onto his soft bed, feeling like he was on a cloud compared to the forest ground.
He needed to rethink everything he believed in. How in the world could he have let her do that? The only conclusion he could come up with was that she put him under some spell. He needed to shower, get her Mudblood stench off him. And then he needed to find her. They had to talk. She was fucking with his head.
Did he despise her anymore? No. Was he disgusted with what he did? Kind of. Did he still hate Muggle-borns? Maybe. Did he want something more from her? Hell no. Did he want her again? Yes. "Shit," He moaned out loud. Not caring if he woke anyone up. Draco forced himself off the comfortable bed and headed into the bathrooms, he first needed to take a shower and hide these marks. Marks from her. Marks that made him hers. He shuddered at the thought, as he slipped into the shower, hot water punctuating his skin.
"Please stop following me." Hermione said, annoyed. It had only been about four hours since they last saw each other and she decided to go clear her head in the library before Draco had spotted her and began to follow her. She turned into an empty corridor and faced him. "You're so pathetic." She crossed her arms over her chest. "Haven't you had enough of me last night to last you forever?" Didn't he hate Muggle-borns?
"We need to talk, Granger." He slipped a hand in his pocket and leaned against the wall. As much as she did not want too, she knew he was right.
"Can we just, do this later?" Hermione sighed. She noticed how he also took a shower, he was clean and his hair looked soft. Ugh, stop Hermione! You can't give into temptation. She warned herself.
"You know you're just going to keep putting this off."
"For good reasons," She began walking again and he followed alongside of her. "It should have never happened."
"I realize that and I agree." He eyed her, "But you enjoyed it, didn't you?" Hermione looked down as to not make eye contact with him.
"Like I said, it was a mistake. Bad timing, I was mad and you were just... there." She told him.
"Didn't take long." He chuckled.
"Oh my god, please stop." She turned to face him. "Look, about last night... it was wrong. I am beyond disgusted with myself."
"Last night changed everything. Whether you want to believe it or not. And believe me when I say, I wish it never happened either."
"No, no it didn't!" Hermione tried to explain. "Nothing has changed, Dra- Malfoy. Last night," She lowered her voice, "Was the most abasing and spiteful experience of my life."
"Me too," He continued walking.
"Malfoy," Hermione walked along with him. "You might like this kind of stuff but it's not for me."
"Yeah right," He scoffed. They both kept quiet for a minute. "About last night, things are different now. Even if you don't want them to be." He looked at her. "Don't say it didn't change something, Granger."
"Don't you hate Muggle-borns?" She looked up at him. "Is that's what changed?"
"I don't know, you- you really fucked with my head!" He took long breaths to calm himself. "I feel different now." He sheepishly looked over at her. She was surprised he was even talking about his feelings. "You changed something in me." Fuck, where was this coming from? He scolded himself. Hermione sighed loudly, needing to end this for the both of their sakes.
"That's enough! Malfoy, whatever sick and twisted thing that happened last night, that's history. It's over." She turned away from him and quickened her pace. He knew he should just turn around and let that be said. It would be for the best, and he would never have to worry about it again. He would simply act like it never happened. But before he could just walk away in the opposite direction, he felt his jaw start to move and words started to form out of his mouth.
" You're going to want me so bad, it's gonna hurt." He tried to keep up with her. Hermione began to run down the hall and he stopped. "Sooner or later you'll come around! You're not going to be able to turn to anybody else!" He called out to her as she rounded a corner. He didn't know what happened last night, but he knew if she obviously was willing to do that once, she was willing to do it again. Whatever got her so angry to do that, it would continue to eat at her. And she would want more. And to his surprise, he would give it to her. Fuck, he was screwed.
On Thursday, Draco had finally come to the conclusion that he felt different about Granger. He enjoyed that rough side of her. It made him disgusted to realize he didn't loathe her anymore. He wanted more. He questioned himself, how did in one week everything change? Everything he believed in? Out the window, like it didn't matter? It's not like he wanted a relationship with her. But a fling, now that would be fun. No one would have to know…
Damnit! He kicked his bed frame and ran his hand through his hair. Since when did sex change his opinion about anyone? He has certainly had it enough times that he knew sex was just sex. He had no emotions for the girl he bedded with afterwards. She was used for pleasure and then thrown away. Now? Now what the hell changed? Maybe it was the fact he never bedded a Gryffindor before. He thought they were a challenge and had once told himself that he was going to take up one and see if he could do it. But not a Mudblood… that was not someone he was looking to bed.
How could he bed a Mudblood and want to do it again? He felt sick, and even sicker when he knew he would do it again. It would certainly be for the best just to drop it and maybe erase it from his mind. But Draco knew once he wanted something. He had to get it. He cursed his Slytherin determination. And then he cursed himself to Salazar's grave.
"I am so sick of this detention crap." Ginny complained. It was Friday again, exactly one week since the… incident. Malfoy and her had seemed to keep an acceptable amount of distance from each other, and his silly flirtatious games had seized. They barely looked each other in the eye.
"Believe me, I know." Hermione said as she and Ginny entered the classroom. Her eyes immediately fell on Malfoy. He sat by himself, as usual and ignored her. The table they had usually sat at being preoccupied by two younger House Gryffindor's. Ginny chose the table next to Malfoy's.
"I hope we don't have to do anymore of that box carrying shit today." Ginny told Hermione, thinking about last Friday.
"Yeah, uh huh." Hermione wasn't listening. She could feel Draco's eyes burn into her head. Professor Snape walked into the classroom and cleared his throat. He turned around to face everybody. "Miss Granger, McGonagall had borrowed two of my books and left them in her closet and I'll be needing them back. Seeing as though I need to watch over you, trouble some children would you go get them for me. She's not there right now so you will have to find them yourself. They are the two giant blue books. Mr. Malfoy, before you fall asleep I'd like you to accompany Miss Granger." Hermione snuck a glance at Draco. This would happen to me. She huffed as she got up from her seat.
"Hmm," Draco got up and followed her out of the classroom. As soon as they were out he threw a loose arm around her. "It's like he wanted us to be alone." Hermione rolled her eyes and jerked away from him.
"Malfoy, if you would please just not talk." Hermione led the way into McGonagall's classroom and opened the closet. She looked on the shelves; there were textbooks, some potions, and other supplies on them. She spotted the two books, clearly sticking out from the other organized items and figured those were the ones.
"Granger, why rush back to class so fast?" Draco joked, as he stood blocking the doorway as Hermione turned to leave, carrying both of the books.
"Move," She said.
"Make me," He smirked at her.
"Malfoy, that night was once and never will be again. Now get out of my way." Draco crossed his arms. "Come on, I'm a-" She took a slow breath, "Mudblood remember? Aren't you the slightest grossed out?" Draco stared at her and shrugged.
"I like you." He told her simply, he felt his heart pound against his chest. Repeat that please? It just had slipped out. It was like he wasn't in control of himself anymore. Hermione looked uneasy before rolling her eyes and dismissing it as just a ploy to have sex with her again or as a joke to hold against her.
"No you don't! You like sex a lot, okay? Now please move." She warned him.
"No, I like you. And I know you feel something too."
"Don't kid yourself. Malfoy, get out of my way."
"You're going to have to make me." He raised an eyebrow, testing her.
"Fine," Hermione reached her hand out and grabbed his arm. She pulled him into the closet and shoved him back into a vacant wall. He made a sound as he hit the wall and then chuckled.
"I like it when you're rough."
"Don't say that!" Hermione could not take it any longer. She punched him in the face. Then her mind flashed to when she smacked Ron, and then it flashed to how Ron and Lavender made it official yesterday that they were dating. She drew in a shaky breath.
"Hey!" He grabbed the collar of her robe with his hands and pulled her closer to him. "Stop fucking-" Hermione smashed her lips against his. Taken a back, Draco's lips went numb for a few seconds. Once he got them working, he deepened the kiss. Hermione pulled back, grabbed his robe and spun him around and shoved him back into the other vacant side of the closet wall. She pressed her lips again to him, roughly. Draco picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him. He stumbled forwards, holding her, and she shut the door with one of her hands.
Draco leaned back against the door, and they both pulled back from kissing. Hermione and Draco stared at each other, breathing heavily. She leaned back in, both of their mouths opened; she lightly touched his top lip with hers. She closed her eyes and finally their lips met again. Hermione reached down and pulled at his belt buckle, tossing it to the side. He wasn't sure but he thought he heard sad whimpers coming from her. Was she crying? He didn't have time to pull back from the kiss and see for himself as she reached her hand over to the wall, felt around, and flicked off the light.
A/N- Now before I hear anything about this being rushed, let's just all put ourselves in Hermione and Draco's situation. I mean come on; they both had this coming. And I wanted things to get hot and heavy, okay?
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