When Draco walked into the Restricted Section, Hermione was already there, curled up on a chair, nose buried in a book.
"Am I late," Draco said, interrupting her reading. She looked up at him and smiled.
"No, I was already in here studying."
"Why am I not surprised," Draco said, "What class are you studying for?"
Hermione snapped her book shut, "No. We are not talking about school. If I wanted to talk about school I would be with Ron."
"What do you want to talk about then?" Draco asked. She stood up suddenly and grabbed him by the arms. With a grunt, she pushed him into the chair.
"I don't want to talk at all," she said. She fell to her knees and unzipped his pants. His cock was already starting to get hard, just at the sound of her voice. He smirked at her as she ran her hands over him took him in her mouth, his head rolled back. He gathered her hair into his hands and let himself feel her. Her practiced tongue knew exactly what to do as her hands continued to pump his dick. He could feel himself hitting the back of her throat and couldn't help but enjoy the little noises she was making.
He closed his eyes, nearly at the edge when she stopped and pulled away. Anger flared up in him.
He hated when she did that, hated when she proved that she had some kind of power over him. He picked her up off the floor and slammed her into the bookshelf so hard, a couple books toppled to the floor.
"Ouch," she yelled. He pushed her chest first into the bookshelf and pressed his body against hers. His erection was growing, pressing hard into her skirt.
"I didn't tell you to stop," he snarled in her ear.
"Do you think I like it when you throw me around?" She challenged him. Her face was up against the bookshelf, her eyes couldn't see the gleam in his.
"I think you love it," Draco said, biting an earlobe. "I think you like it rough," He reached one hand into her blouse and began tugging at her nipple, melding it in his fingers. She didn't have a bra on. She had been waiting for him, not just studying.
"I think you like it when I play with you." His other had began unbuttoning her blouse, one by one.
"I think you want me to dominate you."
She didn't say anything, so he began to play with her, working his finger down her chest and into her slit.
He pressed the right button and she moaned hard. He stifled the sound with his own mouth. All the while his fingers were working magic all over her kneading and tugging and pulling.
"I want you inside me," she whimpered.
He ripped her panties down and entered her in the same motion. Hermione clutched at the shelf. She was wetter than she had ever been and he was harder than she had ever felt. She loved that she could do this to him. She being dominated. She loved when he threw her around and left marks on her skin. She loved when he took away her control and she loved how he got angry at her.
And it was his favorite thing to do, too. As much as he hated the whole situation afterwards, the only thing that was keeping him sane nowadays was the feel of Hermiones body up against his and the feel of himself inside of her. Nothing felt certain anymore, he didn't know which day would be his last. But he did know that when he asked her, she would come.
Draco grabbed her hips and moved backwards, bending Hermione over so she was clutching the shelf with both hands, whimpering with ever slam of his skin against hers. He reached around and felt the wetness dripping out of her.
"Draco," she moaned, "Draco, I want to come. Please."
The pleading in her voice made him stiffer than he thought possible. Who would have thought know-it-all Hermione would ever be at his mercy.
"Not yet," he whispered, starting to pluck at her swollen clit, "not yet, Granger."
Her legs were beginning to give way with every movement of his hands.
"Draco," she pleaded with him, her voice heavy with longing. He could feel himself starting to lose control. Just another minute.
"I said no, Granger." He slipped a finger into her ass and she let out a wail.
"Draco," she said, "Draco, I can't. I'm going to come."
With a moan, Hermiones legs began to shudder and her pussy throbbed around him. She screamed and whimpered as he kept pushing into her until finally he released himself. They both shuddered for a moment, or was it a minute, or an hour?
He pulled himself out of her slowly, savoring the look of her ass covered in his seed. She turned around and put her full weight on the bookshelf now. Her chest was heaving through her unbuttoned blouse, nipples still erect. He wanted to bite them, to put them in his mouth and play with them until she was screaming his name again. But he had to resist.
He buttoned his pants and re-did the belt. They were still around his hips. Hermione was still fully dressed too, he realized as she pulled her panties up and buttoned her shirt. He could still she her nipples hard under the thin material and smirked. She saw him staring. and pulled a sweater on.
"Don't look at me like that," she said.
"Like what?" Draco said, rolling his eyes.
"Like you own me or something,"she said, "We're just fucking."
Draco's grey eyes turned to steel and he was in front of her in a second. He grabbed her hands and pulled them up over her head. She struggled against him.
"I do own you, mudblood," he whispered menacingly, dodging a well aimed kick. "You're my own personal fuck toy and you love it." He pressed his hand into her skirt, against her crotch. He knew she was slippery, wet and sticky from his cum inside her still-pulsing hole. He could start to feel himself stiffen again, thinking of the image of Hermione Granger begging to let her come. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. She kissed him back, hard.
"Tomorrow midnight, prefects bathroom." He whispered into her ear.
And then, just as quickly as he touched her, he pulled back and began to stride out of the library. Hermione was still panting after he left.