Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter my darlings.
This chapter is rated M, I know, I'm sorry, more smut. You've been warned.
Chapter Eight
"I'm not leaving."
"Malfoy, I'm fine," she lied. She was not fine. She was not fine at all. Someone had been outside of her apartment. Watching as Malfoy…. Took pictures as Malfoy had kissed her! Intimately. She flushed just thinking about it. She pulled Malfoy's shirt tighter around herself, feeling terribly exposed in the dim light of her kitchen. Malfoy had been furiously casting spells around her apartment and she'd been too shocked to stop him. Once he'd started talking about going to the ministry in the morning, she'd told him to leave. He hadn't reacted well. He'd snapped I'm not leaving, and are you out of your bloody mind?
"You most certainly are not fine," he said harshly. "You're shaking, Granger."
She tried to still her fingers by tightening them around herself. She swallowed. "Did you cast a illusion charm on the window?"
"I did," He said, "but I'm going to go do the rest of your windows. Make yourself some more tea, try to stop shaking. I don't want to hear any more of this 'leave' bullshite when I get back." He strode from the room in only his trousers, the glow from the light highlighting the muscles of his broad back. Had she not been so terrified of what had just happened, she would've sighed in delight at the sight.
She rolled up the white sleeves of the shirt to her elbows and finished buttoning it so that she was completely covered. She did as he asked, making some tea, staring blankly out the window. Someone had flown outside her home, spying on her. Had possibly been watching her for some time. She felt a flare of anger at the thought.
"Granger."
Hermione jumped and spun. Malfoy stood in the doorway, watching her carefully, his arms hanging at his sides, wand dangling in his hand.
"Yes?"
"Where's your bedroom?"
She tensed. "Are you really thinking about that right now?"
"No," Malfoy shot her an amused look. He strode forward, grabbing her wrist, tugging her towards him. She let him, but was shocked when he brushed his lips across her forehead. "Of course not. I want to cast some extra spells in there. And then we're going to sleep."
Her eyes shot up. "What?"
"I said 'we're going to sleep'. Honestly Granger, I just had you spread across your kitchen counter with my head between your thighs and you're shocked that I want to sleep here tonight?"
"Well," she pursed her full lips together, "I didn't expect you to stay after…. That."
"You still would've had trouble getting me to leave had we not been interrupted," he eyed her hungrily. "But, since we were interrupted, I'm sleeping here. Bring your tea."
"There's no need to talk to me like a child," she grumbled, reaching for her tea. She started to walk towards her room. "Sleep on the couch," she tossed over her shoulder.
He laughed. "Not a chance."
She frowned at him, but didn't argue. She was rather glad he argued with her. She didn't think she could sleep by herself tonight. She opened the door to her room and walked inside, glancing around quickly to make sure it was clean. Her cream comforter was a bit rumpled, there was a pillow on the floor, and her nightstand had an enormous stack of books that she'd been reading at night to help her sleep.
She stood in the middle of her room, unsure what to do. Malfoy took a few steps towards her and she tensed, but he moved past her to the window, waving his wand and muttering charms. Once he was finished, he walked to the opposite side of the bed and set his wand on the nightstand. He made his way towards her.
His hands came up to frame her face and she froze. He brushed his thumb against her cheek, saying, "you ready to sleep, Granger?"
She blinked and took a deep breath. "Yes?"
He chuckled, leaning to press his lips softly against hers. "I'll find whoever that was," he murmured, his tone dangerous, "I'm going to keep you safe."
"Malfoy," she said softly, "I'm not yours."
He smiled at her. "Granger, that's where you're wrong."
Malfoy's lips were on her neck and his hips were pressed against hers. His words had made her react ferociously, crashing her lips to his, clinging to his shoulders. Hermione had never felt… wanted by someone, and Malfoy's words had awoken some fierce need in her.
He reacted just as fiercely as she had, throwing her to the bed and covering her body with his. He was murmuring against her skin as he kissed her, saying things like Granger, you're going to be the death of me, and fuck.
His fingers were working the buttons off of her shirt, his mouth sucking on the juncture of her neck. "Malfoy," she moaned.
"You taste so good Granger," he nipped at her neck and pushed the shirt off of her, sucking her nipple lightly, then blowing on it. He started to work his trousers off, kicking them away and moving on top of her until their bodies were pressed against each other. His cock slid across her heat, brushing her clit and prodding her entrance. She wiggled her hips and he slid up her once more. She whimpered as his lips pressed against hers. He tugged her bottom lip with his teeth.
He pulled back, looking down at their bodies, where he was sliding against her, the soft glow of the moon on illuminating their skin. Malfoy took her nipple in his mouth once more, sucking hard. She moaned loudly, her hands tugging at his hair, pulling him back up to her mouth.
"I'm going to fuck you now," he pressed his lips to hers and she wiggled her hips in an attempt to get him inside her. Merlin, he was big. Big enough that her eyes widened when she looked down. She bit her lip, wondering if this was such a good idea now. He didn't give her any time to think. He lined himself up with her, sealed his mouth over hers, and surged his hips forward.
"Ow!"
He stopped immediately. "Granger?"
"Just… give me a sec."
"I'll do my best." He looked pained, hair hanging in his eyes, sweat glistening his skin.
"I haven't done this-"
"Were you a virgin!?" He gaped at her.
She glared up at him. "If you had let me finish," she snarled, "I was going to say that I haven't done this very often."
"How many times."
She looked away, and he moved his hips back, easing them forward, "Tell me."
"I've only done this three times, okay?"
Something dark and possessive came over his eyes. "Were they very good?" He moved his hips, grinding so that he was hitting her clit. Her eyes slid shut. He chuckled darkly, "were they any good Granger?"
"I'm not answering that."
Her words were met with a punishing slam of his hips and she cried out, her back arching beneath him. "Answer me." he growled. "Were they as good as me? Don't you dare lie to me, Granger, I'll know if you do."
"No," she gasped as he pulled out slowly and rolled his hips once more. "They weren't."
"Good," he rolled them over so that she was straddling him. "Just in case," he bounced her on his lap and she cried out. "This is one of the deepest ways I can take you. Did you know that Granger? After tonight, I don't even want you to remember the names of anyone that came before me."
She was worried he was right.
He sat up so that they were face to face, her hands clinging to his shoulders as he kissed her softly. She hesitantly rose her hips and he groaned into her mouth. She moved slowly at first, until she found a rhythm. She'd never been on top before; she liked to be in charge in every aspect of her life, but had never had the confidence to take charge in bed. She'd always wanted someone that would take control in that aspect since she was so inexperienced. The past two men she'd been with had been as unpracticed as she had and the sex had been boring.
Malfoy was anything but. He leaned down to catch her breast in his mouth as she writhed on top of him, so close. He kissed his way back up to her neck and sucked on the juncture of her shoulder, scraping his teeth along her skin as he pulled back. "Malfoy," she was nearly sobbing, "please. Please."
"Come on baby," his hands were on her waist now and he was working himself inside her from beneath her in hard strokes. "Come for me, Granger."
She cried out and he flipped her once more onto her back, kicking the comforter completely onto the floor as he slammed into her. He growled into her neck as he came, the headboard hitting the wall as he surged his hips into hers. He slowed, raining kisses on her skin, praising her. She grinned stupidly at her ceiling.
He stopped and lifted his head. He gave her a real, genuine smile, one that she'd never seen before, but wished she had. His hair was a messy halo around his face, a bit of it sticking up from where she'd had it gripped in her hands. His eyes were like molten silver and he was so unbelievably perfect to her in that moment. He leaned away from her and she watched him as he grabbed his wand.
"What're you doing?" She asked as he waved it over her stomach, muttering a spell.
"Contraception charm," he gave her a goofy smile that had her insides twisting happily, "I'd forgotten to do it before… I wasn't prepared for this turn of events. I'd meant it when I said we were just going to sleep."
He crawled up next to her, wrapping his arm around her waist and tugging her black flush against his front. She wet her lips, staring at the wall. She'd never slept in the same bed as someone… she was worried by how much she liked it.
...
She sat up, alone. The sheet covering her fell and she scrambled to pull it back over her chest, glancing at the window. The skies were a soft gray and her room was still rather dark, but the glass showed only the London skyline, much to her relief. She pushed her mane of curls out of her face.
That bastard had left before she'd woken up. He'd made a big raging deal about sleeping at her flat and then had left! She stood, holding the sheet around herself, determined to take a shower and think of different hexes to use on Malfoy.
"Granger."
She jumped, spinning to find said bastard leaning against her doorframe in only his boxers, arms folded across his chest. She pulled the sheet tighter around herself. Maybe she wouldn't hex him.
"Yes?"
"We got a patronus from Potter," he said, "there's been another attack and we're needed at the ministry."
"What else did he say?" She hurried towards the bathroom, dragging the sheet along behind her.
Malfoy followed her into the bathroom. "Just that there's been another attack, similar to the last one. There's something bothering me about this," he leaned against her sink as she turned on the shower, "we were put on this case weeks ago. You and I have watched weeks go between the first three murders, and now two within a matter of days?"
She turned to him. "You think there's some inciting incident that's leading to the murders?"
He rubbed at his jaw, "Granger, I don't think that was just some reporter from Witch Weekly outside your window."
Her blood ran cold. "You cannot be serious."
"I am," he took a step towards her, "Granger, I think that this… psychopath has latched his attention on you. As I said before, you're the most famous muggleborn witch in the world, you fought Voldemort, and you're brilliant- not to mention lovely. He's likely obsessed with you, and at the least you're a target. Things have only happened between us this last week, the week where things escalated. "
"Malfoy you can't be suggesting that what's happening between us has any effect on this case," she said stubbornly.
"At the very least, this killer has shown an interest you. Starting with that letter," he snarled, "which we will be discussing with Potter. Today."
The steam was starting to fog up the room. She glanced at the shower. "We'll talk about this later," she said, "I'm going to shower."
"I'll be back here in a minute with some clothes," he said. He headed for the door, then turned, "unless you want me to join you?"
She felt heat pooling between her legs and she swallowed. Shaking her head, she turned for the glass door, saying, "no, go get dressed. Harry's probably waiting for us."
He laughed and left the room. Hermione dropped the sheet when she heard the floo activate, kicking it back into her room. She thought about what Malfoy said as the water hit her. Could her … relationship with Malfoy have some sort of effect on this case? She rubbed at her eyes. She felt sore all over. And now she had to face Harry.
After spending the night rolling around in her sheets with Draco Malfoy.
Godric, what had she done? And why did she want to do it again?
She shut off the water and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself, and padding towards her dresser. She pulled out the top drawer and frowned down at her underwear drawer. She'd always been on the more conservative side, with plain, typical white panites and bras. She dug around a bit until she found the unused set Ginny had bought for her birthday last year. It was much racier than anything she owned, Gryffindor red and cut so that it showed off her body in the best way. Just looking at it made her blush as red as the fabric in her hands.
She was slipping on her panties when she realized something. Was she really putting on special underwear in case Malfoy made another pass at her? She clutched the lacy bra in her hand, staring accusingly at it, as if the fancy lingerie was to blame.
She heard her floo sound. Cursing, she hurried and yanked the bra on, snapping the clasp just as Malfoy called her name. "One moment!" She called.
He was already in her doorway, "Wow." He eyed the underwear set with a smirk. He strode towards her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Where was that last night?"
"You showered fast," she said.
He walked her backwards to the wall, "That I did," his eyes dipped to admire her chest. The bra really did lovely things to her; she'd always been rather curvy in the chest and hips area, but she'd been blessed with a decently small waist. One that Malfoy's fingers were pressed against. His eyes scanned her, falling on her neck, brightening with interest and before she could say anything, he was covering her, catching her mouth with his own. She moaned as he yanked her up, her legs going around his waist. He pulled his head back.
"I'm taking these off later," he growled, nudging her bra strap aside with his nose, planting a kiss on her shoulder, "but we need to leave."
She let go of him, landing shakily on her feet. "Right!" She was filled with a sense of urgency as she rushed into her closet. She grabbed a black pencil skirt and a red silk blouse, rushing back into the room. Malfoy was sitting on her bed, watching her rush to get ready, smiling in amusement. She frowned at him. His eyebrows shot up and he grinned. She rolled her eyes and turned to grab her skirt, bending over to step into it, sliding it up her legs. She heard him groan. She zipped up the skirt, glancing over her shoulder to see Malfoy's pained expression.
"Granger you have an arse that could put a man on his knees," he said.
She smiled a little to herself as she pulled on her shirt, tucking it into her skirt. She grabbed her wand and dried her hair, then muttered a smoothing charm on her hair. It fell down her back in glossy curls. The spell only lasted for so long, then her hair would crackle with electricity and magic, frizzing up around her face. She started to twist it into a bun and Malfoy pushed to his feet, pulling her hands from her hair. "Leave it down." It sounded like an order.
She rose an eyebrow at him, but dropped her hands, going to find her shoes.
"Do you want to side along apparate?" He asked.
"Why not," she grabbed her bag and hurried into her kitchen to grab the files off of her table. Malfoy watched her move, silent, and Hermione noticed him glancing at her window once or twice. She herself couldn't stop glancing at the counter and blushing, thinking about what had happened last night.
She glanced at Malfoy, leaning against her kitchen door, watching her with dark, silver eyes. I'm going to keep you safe, he'd said. Who was going to keep her safe from him?
Malfoy
When Granger had asked him to accompany her to the Weasley's, Malfoy- like a true Slytherin- had capitalized on the opportunity. He'd found her devastatingly attractive and the chance to trick her into going on a date with him was something he would not pass up. And then, tipping off the Witch Weekly reporter so that their date would be publicized, opening Granger's eyes to the possibility of a relationship with him. The flirting had made her blush at first, but he'd been delighted when she'd eventually started to banter with him, showing off that sexy wit in the best way. He'd waited a year for her to respond, and she finally was.
Hermione Granger was going to be his witch. He'd decided it a year ago, and his plans were finally starting to pay off.