Hello! So many of you loves the first one so I decided to do Malfoy's revenge! I know in fanfics there are a lot of bits about each persons smell and how that turns people in etc, so that's something I wanted to do in this FIC. This will be a two parter then it will be done, so enjoy!
Hermione sat at the Griffindoor table, swirling her cereal around the bowl idly. She was staring at Draco Malfoy, both of them refusing to break their gaze. He was smirking at her and she was back, both of them fully engaged in the silent conversation. It went something along the lines of me- You're so fucking hot. It had been the same ever since the library incident but neither boy had taken Revenge yet. Hermione knew it was only a matter of time, but why miss out on all the eye shagging? It was a no-brainer. She wasn't entirely sure if she wanted to be Draco's girlfriend but she definitely liked him and he was very sexy. They'd talked a bit since and they both got along well, their intelligence and sense of humour was on the same page and both of them liked the same books. Surprisingly for Hermione, Draco had a passion for Muggle Colonge and perfume, she she was careful to wear to ones he said he liked. Whenever they passed in the corridor he would give a small sniff and a quiet moan in pleasure when he smelt the gorgeous fragrance.
When Hermione had finished her breakfast, she made her way to her first lesson, Potions. She enjoyed it a lot more since Snape had left the department as well as the fact her and Draco got to talk during it seeing as the only other students taking it were a few Ravenclaws. When she got their, she saw the classroom was empty. She sat down at her bench and took out her textbooks, intending to do some reading before the other students arrived. She had just finished the Introduction on the first book when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned round in time to see Draco pointing his wand at her. Then she blacked out.
When we woke up the first thing she realised was that she was blindfolded. She tried to get up, but she realised her hands were tied behind her back and her feet were bound together too. She seemed to be lying down on a bed; it felt quite soft against her skin. Wait, against her skin? She was in her bloody underwear! Draco had stripped her! He was SUCH a pervert. She yelled out a few times, various curses and spells but nothing happened. After ten minutes or so, she heard a door creak.
"Draco Malfoy let me go right this second otherwise it will be your testicles that pay the price!" She heard a dry chuckle and could almost see the smirk plastered over his face.
"You look incredible sexy on my bed Granger," he said, his footsteps soft in what must have been carpet. Hermione laughed.
"I'm sure I do. I'm guessing this is your revenge then?"
"You guess right. I see you've got some new underwear from out last encounter." Hermione smirked herself. She was wearing a dark green push up bra with matching thong. Maybe she had become a little more adventurous after her library adventures.
"I'm guessing you like it," she said quietly, knowing he would hear her. She felt the bed dip and her stomach lurched with excitement.
"Damn right I do," Malfoy murmured, his mouth grazing the shell of her ear. "I have a little game for you to play. And if you win, I'll let you go. But if you don't, I'll have you here for an entire night where I can have you all to myself." Hermione swallowed. She knew Draco would never rape her, but his tastes might be a little different to hers in the bedroom.
"Fine," she said, "let's play."'