Draco stood in the scalding shower, letting the heat sooth his muscles and wash the blood away from his split lip. He'd seen Weasley raise his fist out of the corner of his eye, but he'd let it happen. Granger would now be furious at her boyfriend instead of him, and feel less guilty about what they'd done before the match.
He'd knocked shoulders with McLaggen on his way out of the changing rooms with the rest of his team, and he'd immediately felt the need for her. He'd lapped twice around the stands looking for her before he'd seen her walking toward the pitch.
He remembered how the broom slipped right between her legs and he'd caught her around the middle, holding her securely to him while flying one handed at top speed. He doubled back multiple times to make sure nobody could follow them.
Her thighs were strong around his waist, she shook with fear and anticipation. He knew he was dosed the whole time but he still tried denying it. The amount of precum that oozed from his throbbing cock as she rocked into him and yanked his hair back had seeped all the way through his pants.
He hadn't dry humped anyone since he was fourteen. Hadn't been interested in it since Pansy had finally stuck her hand down his pants. But the need for Granger was so strong.
He had let her pour the antidote down his throat, but it did little to diminish his desire for her. He'd been daydreaming and wanking to their pictures every night for a week now. And he'd been deliberately building the sexual tension between them, sharing looks, snide remarks in classes. All right under the nose of her overprotective boyfriend. But the weasel couldn't stop them. And now Draco had her right where he wanted her.
He pumped his hand vigorously along his cock in the shower, remembering the feel of her legs around him. The pressure of her cunt rubbing on him. Her breathy moans and gasps. The way her body tensed in his arms and the way she melted into him after she came.
He spilled his second release of the day down the drain as he clenched his jaw shut, trying not to cry out. This was a shared bathroom, after all. He turned off the faucet and wandlessly summoned his towel from the hook outside the curtain.
"Bloody hell. I didn't think you'd work so hard for her, but damn. I like it." Blaise primped his hair in the mirror as Draco stepped out of the shower, towel slung low on his hips.
"Mm, keeping the split lip to remind her of your roguish ability to take a punch. Her knickers will drop to her knees without another thought." Blaise continued, crossing his arms and leaning against the sink.
Draco ignored the taunts and brushed his hair, using his wand to dry it the way he liked it. Blaise continued, un phased by the lack of response.
"I want to do another party. But this time it has to be really secretive. Wasn't there a room that turns into whatever you want it to be?" He grinned slyly at Draco who shrugged, indifferently. Even though deep down it had triggered a lurch in his stomach at the thought of the place that had brought so much anxiety and then horror.
"I dunno if it's still there. Haven't been back to it." He turned dismissively and went to his wardrobe to dress.
"Will you take me to it? I'll do all the work, just show me how to use it." Blaise followed him and sat on his bed too comfortably. When Draco didn't answer, he added "Come on, another party to hook up with Granger. She won't be able to resist a fit slytherin quidditch star vying for her affection." He twitched his eyebrows suggestively.
Somehow Draco thought that Granger would be less than enthused to return to that room. Even if it wasn't destroyed beyond repair by cursed fire. She'd been there. She'd seen Vince die too. Blaise had no way of knowing that though. All anyone else knew was that he'd died in the final battle and his body had never been found.
Draco was pissed that Blaise was bringing this trauma back to the forefront of his mind. "No." He said with finality. He pulled a black t shirt over his head, then he pulled his briefs up under the towel before unwinding it from his waist and dropping it to the floor. He pulled on his grey sweats.
He planned on walking past the library where he was sure she'd be, on his way up to the hospital wing to have Pomfrey mend his lip so he could continue what they'd started before the match. And he knew she liked these pants so much.
"Alright, alright, don't get your kickers in a twist." Blaise raised his hands in surrender. "What's the next step in your plan then?" He leaned back on Draco's pillow, resting his hands behind his head.
"There is no plan." He dabbed his favorite cologne at the base of his throat and below his ears. He'd learned to be more subtle with it than in his younger years.
"Ok, keep your secrets." Blaise stood to follow him out into the common room where his girlfriend waited for him. "We'll keep brainstorming on locations, yeah?" He called out to Draco as if he'd given any indication that he'd be interested in party planning. Then he attached his face to Daphne's and Draco left the common room.
He walked briskly through the castle. For some reason he felt like humming, or whistling. He didn't of course, gross. But he felt like it. He hadn't felt this good in a very long time. Like he was back on top.
He turned the corner to the library where he saw Weasley standing outside the entrance. Draco smirked. The idiot looked so dejected. She must have scolded him just like his mother and banned him from her space.
Draco strolled up to the doors and Weasel finally looked up, noticing him. He jumped in front, blocking Draco's entrance. "No fucking way. Leave now." He shoved Draco hard by the shoulder.
"Weasel, I didn't know the librarian hired you to be the bouncer." Draco's smirk grew impossibly wider. His hands didn't leave his pockets, he remained casual and unaffected. "But I'm guessing you'd do just about anything for a bit of extra pocket money. It can't be easy asking your girlfriend to pay for everything." He sneered. It was too easy to fuck with him. Literally everything about him was a tragedy.
"See that's just it, ferret." Weasley got right up in his face, his only intimidation tactic, "she's my girlfriend. And you may wish and scheme to try and change that. But you won't. I was there for her after your family nearly destroyed her. I took her out of there. I fought alongside her against your people, against you. And a couple of love potions aren't going to change the fact that you and everyone you surround yourself with hate everything that she is." He stepped closer and Draco didn't move, Weasley had a couple of inches on him and Draco scowled up at him. "And if I find out that you had anything to do with the dosings, I will end you. Your father's life sentence will look like a fucking spa compared to how much I will fuck you up." His fury vibrated off of him.
Draco was mildly impressed. He didn't really expect Weasley to fight this hard for her. But the things he'd said made Draco feel slightly uncomfortable. The wanker was right. There was a very unpleasant history that he didn't want to rehash.
Draco didn't let his smirk drop as he rolled his eyes. "See, Weasel. That's the difference between you and me. I don't need her to love me to get her to open her legs and beg me for it."
He dodged the fist that came barreling for his face for the second time that day. Then he jabbed his own fist upward into Weasley's stomach, making him double over. Draco murmured to him "don't worry, you can have her back when I'm done with her." Then he shoved the idiot to the ground and entered the library before Weasley could catch his breath and stop him.
He walked quickly down the aisles searching for her. There were more people here than he'd thought there would be on a Saturday and so soon after a quidditch match. He stopped and doubled back as he passed the row she was in. She was hunched over scribbling on a parchment furiously, an array of books open around her. He remembered the smell of her hair as she buried her face in his neck and he flew them on his broomstick.
"Is Weasley guarding the doors because he's not allowed in?" He said quietly with a smirk.
She glanced up at him, eyes landing on his swollen bloody lip. She rolled her eyes. "I'm surprised you don't have a black eye to go with that. Did you ask him nicely if you could come in?" She looked back at her parchment dismissively.
"Oh no you don't," he leaned over the table toward her and she looked back at him cautiously. "You can't pretend like this morning didn't happen."
"Yes I can." She said defiantly. She suddenly looked over his shoulder and then back down at her paper. Draco turned his head to see Weasley walking quickly toward them.
"We need to talk about how I got dosed this time." He knew if he brought up the love potion she would agree. "Meet me in the courtyard after lunch. Alone." He emphasized before her boyfriend made it within hearing distance.
She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. Weasley grabbed Draco's bicep and yanked him backward violently.
"Ron!" Granger stood and hissed, trying to be quiet.
"Get out." Weasley said threateningly.
Draco raised his hands in surrender. "Touchy." He sneered. Then he slid his hands into his pockets and turned, strolling casually back out of the library.
"What did he say to you?" Ron sat next to her and hissed angrily but quietly, as they were still in the library.
Hermione chewed on the inside of her cheek as she looked down at her notes laid out in front of her. She'd scolded Ron initially, for hitting Malfoy and making a scene in front of the whole school. Ron had tried explaining that Malfoy has started it by offering the snitch to her in front of everyone. Which was correct. But she wouldn't hear it at the time. And she went to the library to occupy her mind with something other than her own horrible mistake.
Now everything was brought forward in her thoughts again and she felt overwhelming sadness and guilt. Everything that happened this morning was her own fault. She could have done any number of things to get her out of that situation rather than kiss and hump him. And she didn't. There was no one else to blame. She was a horrible person. A horrible girlfriend. She wanted to cry.
She took a shaky breath and tried to keep her voice steady as she said to Ron without looking at him "he wants to meet and talk about the dosing this morning. In the courtyard after lunch." She started stacking her things.
"I'll go with you." Ron started to say. But she cut him off.
"You should actually go without me. Take Harry maybe. So you don't fight." She stuffed everything into her bag. "I'm just tired. And I'm not hungry. And I don't want to speak with him." She shouldered her bag and extracted her hair from the strap, finally looking at Ron who watched her with a concerned gaze.
"Ok." He agreed. "Yeah, I'll take Harry." She could tell he was puzzled by her sudden disinterest but didn't want to encourage her to spend any more time with Malfoy.
She walked with him silently back up to the common room. She felt like scum with every step. What if Ron had done what she had? She would be devastated, heartbroken, betrayed. She hadn't thought of him once during the whole exchange. Ron didn't deserve to have such a selfish bitch for a girlfriend.
When they got to the girls dormitory stairs she turned to him. "I'll just stay here and nap. I'll come find you in the afternoon. Please try not to hit him again. It's not worth it." She smiled sadly at him before turning away but he caught her hand.
"Hey. Are you ok?" He asked softly, stepping up to her to look at her closely.
She closed her eyes so he wouldn't see the tears forming. After a moment of forcing herself to not let any fall, she took a breath and looked at him again. "I'm just so tired of this. I don't want it." She whispered.
He placed his hands on her cheeks and kissed her forehead before pulling her into his chest. "I'll end it. I promise." Ron vowed.
He let her go but she said one last thing full of meaning beyond his knowledge of the situation. "None of this is your fault, Ronald. I'm so sorry." She touched his cheek, stroking it once with her thumb before turning and ascending the stairs to her dorm.
She was so sad. She dropped her bag on the floor by her bed and slipped off her shoes. She climbed under the covers, and drew the curtains closed. There was a very likely possibility that Malfoy will make some snide remarks to Ron about her kissing him. And the possibility of the doser producing pictures of their tryst. But she knew she would be telling Ron the truth even if neither of those happened first. She wouldn't lie to him about this. Because she wouldn't want him to lie to her. She would accept whatever consequences came from her actions. But right now she would be sad. For losing a first today with someone she never wanted to share that with. For hurting the man she loved. And for the shame of enjoying it at the time.
Draco stood casually against a stone pillar in the courtyard. He hadn't been able to stop himself from spending the rest of the morning imagining different scenarios of meeting up with her.
Maybe they would move out of sight, her fiery rage at him making her more touchy than usual. Maybe she would shove him and whisper up at him and he would stare at her full inviting lips. They'd be inches away, the sexual tension even more palpable after they'd both cummed while holding onto each other just hours ago.
Maybe she would ask him to go somewhere truly private and then she would jump into his arms and wrap her legs around him, like that night of the party. Maybe she would beg him to make her cum again. Tell him she hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. Tell him Weasley had never done that to her and she needed Draco again.
He wasn't delusional. He knew they were only at this point because of the love potion. He'd never looked at her in this way before. He'd never pined for her. He'd hated her. He'd been annoyed with her. He'd feared for her life. He'd forgotten all about her.
But now he couldn't stop thinking about her. He wanted her. Badly. And he wanted her to want him. He'd taunted Weasley about using her and dropping her when he was done. He'd let Blaise joke about the same. But the thought of her actually ending up with Weasley after all of this made him irrationally angry. And he wasn't interested in exploring that emotional response. So for now, he imagined her naked, he imagined her angry at him, he imagined her begging him to pleasure her, he imagined her mouth around his cock.
Whoa, hang on. He's in the middle of the courtyard. Not the time to get hard. He stood and rotated his shoulders, cracking his neck. He resumed his casual stance and watched the castle entrance, waiting for her. He checked his watch. Should be any moment now. Lunch was nearly over.
Scarhead and his ginger sidekick exited the castle and spotted him, stalking his way. No Granger in sight. Draco watched the door until they reached him, clearly she sent them to do the dirty work. She was afraid. Not a bad sign.
He rolled his eyes as they approached, "of course she sent her errand boys instead of meeting me alone, like I asked."
Weasel clenched a fist as a confused look slipped into his features. So she hadn't told him of that part of the plan. Otherwise Weasley would have started with the spitting rage. Interesting.
"Tell us what happened before the match." Potter demanded. He wouldn't be indulging Draco's provocations.
He briefly imagined telling them exactly what did happen and grinned at the idea of her boyfriend's reaction to it. But that wasn't his end goal. He'd already pissed off the weasel today. Now he needed her to want him. And she would easily dismiss it all if he did the predictable thing and flaunted this in weasels face.
"I knocked shoulders with McLaggen as we exited the changing rooms and immediately wanted her. I flew around looking for her before the match and took her when I saw you lot walking to the pitch. McLaggen seemed to disappear after that. I haven't seen him since. Even during the match."
Now she would seek him out, wondering why he didn't gloat about what they'd done after she'd given him the antidote. He smirked to himself at his cleverness.
"That's it?" Weasley asked. Draco shrugged. "You wanted to meet with her alone to tell her that? Nothing else helpful?"
"How is it not helpful to know that after physical contact with McLaggen I got dosed with the potion and immediately sought out your girlfriend?" Draco rolled his eyes at Weasley's stupidity. He wondered if he'd shared their altercation outside the library with Potter yet.
Weasley clenched his fist and his lip curled in disgust as he glared at Draco who smirked knowingly.
"Ok, if that's all," Potter began, recognizing and trying to diffuse the situation. "Let's go tell Mcgonagall so she can inform the aurors on the case. You now have two instances with McLaggen specifically and that's no longer a coincidence."
"Why isn't Granger here trying to convince me to go tell the grownups?" Draco stood up from the pillar and stuff his hands into his pockets.
Potter looked briefly at his best friend before turning back to Draco. "Just do it, Malfoy. Hermione's actions and whereabouts aren't your concern. You're only in this situation because of McLaggen. We turn him in and end this for everyone."
Draco narrowed his eyes at Weasley after Potter finished speaking for him. "As far as I'm concerned, this is all happening to you and her. I'm just an innocent casualty. If you want it over, you guys go ahead and tell Mcgonagall and the aurors yourselves." He pushed through the two of them and walked toward the castle without another word.
Potter said "you'll be considered a suspect then, if you no longer assist in the investigation or show any desires for this to stop. You'll be seen as aiding in the crime of psychological and sexual abuse."
Draco froze as he listened to Potter threaten him. He turned slightly and sneered at the two self-righteous gryffindors. "Give me veritaserum then. I don't care. I've had nothing to do with it. And I've got nothing to hide. But if she can't be bothered to deal with it then I won't be either." He left them again without a backward glance.
A/N: thanks for bearing with me during the deleting and reposting. I'm itching to do it again. I cannot stand CSA materials and people who produce or sell it. And to have that forever pasted under my beloved stories just fills me with rage.