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Chapter 11
Hermione hurriedly got dressed the next morning, hastily pulling on her school uniform and throwing her curls up into a bun at the top of her head. She rushed down to the Great Hall, her heart beating in anticipation.
Malfoy had not shown up to the Room of Requirement last night and she desperately wanted to see him. She pictured the bags under his red rimmed eyes and messy platinum hair she was used to seeing on him when he was particularly stressed. She would wait until he left the hall after breakfast and pull him into their empty classroom to ask him how he was.
She took her seat at the Gryffindor table, making sure to pick a spot that allowed her a clear view of the entrance and the Slytherin table. She nervously drummed her fingers against the table in front of her as her eyes remained glued to the door. Would he even show up for meal times? She hoped he would… she didn't know if he would show up for his turn on the cabinet tonight so if he didn't show up now, she didn't know when she would see him next.
"Why'd you rush down here so early, Hermione?" she heard Ron's voice thirty minutes later as he slipped into the seat next to her.
She swallowed, pulling her eyes away from the Slytherin table to look at Ron. "I was really hungry." she said, knowing the plate in front of her held no food.
Ron didn't seem to notice as he hummed in agreement, piling food onto his plate. She felt her heart twist in guilt as she stared at him. He had no idea.
She continued to make small talk with Ron for the next twenty minutes, only pulling away from their conversation when she noticed the Great Hall grow silent. Her eyes immediately darted to the entrance doors and her breath hitched when she spotted him. He sported a black eye, the skin around his left eye an ugly shade of purple with yellow remnants fading out into his cheek. The usually porcelain skin of his right cheek also sported a deep cut through the pale skin. His bottom lip was split on the side, causing the skin to swell. Her eyes trailed down to his hands and even from the distance she could make out the cuts and bruises on his knuckles. He made his way to the Slytherin table, stony mask on his face as he took a seat next to Theodore Nott.
What had happened?
Her heartbeat quickened as she noticed Blaise Zabini enter the Great Hall just after Malfoy. Zabini looked much better, the only flaw on his dark skin being a small cut on his lip similar to Malfoy's. He too made his way to the Slytherin table, slipping in across from Nott and Malfoy. She connected the dots in her head and was surprised that the two boys would fight one another.
Ron let out a low whistle next to her followed by a chuckle. "Serves him right," he said, staring at Malfoy's bruised face from across the hall.
She didn't respond, forcing herself to look down at her empty plate. Was that why he hadn't shown up last night? Had he been caught up in a brawl with Zabini? But it didn't make sense. Zabini was the only Slytherin who Malfoy didn't order around and speak down on. He had been the one to fight alongside Malfoy the day she had been hit with the Sectumsempra spell. Why would they have fought? And why were they sitting together now, the very next day? How did any of this relate to Lucius Malfoy's escape?
The questions bounced around in her head and she almost missed the head of silver blonde hair leaving the hall not long after. She grabbed her bag from the floor next to her, standing.
"I need to return some things to the library." she gave Ron the first excuse she could come up with, not waiting for a response as she left the hall.
She dashed down the corridor in search of Malfoy and sighed in relief when she spotted his tall figure up ahead. She sped up her steps until she was directly behind him and she reached out to grasp his sleeve, swiftly pulling him into the empty classroom next to them. She shut the door behind them before she turned to face him.
She gasped as she looked up at him from only a foot away. The ugly injuries on his face did not take away from his beauty. He was still unfairly handsome, only now he looked much more rugged. The cuts and bruises on his skin looked much more painful up close. She swallowed as she raised a hand, her warm fingers tracing the purple bruise under his eye. Her eyes stung when he reached out, roughly pushing her hand away a second later.
"Malfoy… your face," she said softly, raising her hand again to try and touch him.
"Fuck you, Granger." he hissed, and her heart wrenched at his hoarse tone. He slapped her hand away again and Hermione allowed it to drop to her side, ignoring the hurt she felt at the action.
"What happened?" she pushed, worry etched across her face.
He let out a dry, humourless laugh as he stared down at her. "Like you give a damn,"
"I do give a damn!" she quickly protested, taking a step forward so that they were just inches apart. "Talk to me… please. I know about your father-" she began, though was cut off as he reached up to tightly grip her jaw between his long fingers.
"Don't." he spat, painfully squeezing her jaw. She couldn't speak even if she wanted to. "Don't you dare fucking speak about him."
She whimpered in pain, raising her hands and closing them around his forearm as she desperately pulled at it. He stubbornly held her there for a few seconds before he shoved her back, simultaneously releasing her jaw.
She stumbled back and immediately reached up to rub at the sore skin, staring at him in a mixture of shock and pain. She swallowed thickly before stepping forward again, ignoring everything in her that told her to turn and flee the classroom. She ignored the twitch of his hand as she reached out again, cupping his face gently between her hands. She wouldn't let him push her away, not now.
His red rimmed grey eyes shut and for a few seconds he seemed to relax in her hands. She brushed her thumbs across his cheeks, her right one brushing over the cut on his face. They stood like that for a minute, Hermione being too afraid that he might push her away again to speak.
"This is what it takes for you to come running back to me, is it?" he finally spoke, his icy eyes snapping open. "You love having something to fix." he said, voice dripping with malice.
She stared at him, taken aback as she tightened her grip on his face in fear of him pulling away. "No… I…" she trailed off, unable to come up with a response.
Was that true? She had spent the last two weeks pushing him away, refusing to give in to his attempts to capture her attention. She had slipped up the other day in this very room when she had kissed him back, but she had gained her senses soon after and rejected his advances once more. Now, here she stood pursuing him for once all because she knew he was hurting.
"You know it's true." he continued, raising a hand to place over her own on his face. Her heart sped up at the affectionate gesture.
Her spark of hope at his return of her affection was short lived as his face twisted into a cold smile. His grip on her hand tightened and he used it to pull her flush against him. She gasped in surprise as her front pressed firmly to his own, their faces just centimetres apart.
"You want to fix me?" he breathed, eyes flickering down to her parted lips. "How are you going to do that? Are you going to offer me a shoulder to cry on?" he purred, his free hand fingering the hem of her skirt. "Are you going to tell me that it's all going to be alright? That my big bad Death Eater father will get what's coming to him?" his hand began to trail up her thigh under her skirt and she stood frozen, unsure of where he was going with this.
His long cool fingers now traced the line of her black lace panties and Hermione felt herself blush. "Not going to stop me?" he asked, brow raised as he cupped her through her panties. "Not going to push me away and tell me how vile I am?"
Her heart was beating quickly against her chest and she was sure he could feel it against his own. Why wasn't she pushing him away? "I…" she was at a loss for words as his fingers pressed against her center through her panties.
He pushed aside her panties and she felt a cool finger swipe at her slit. Heat pooled in her lower stomach and she unconsciously tightened her grip on his face. His thumb began to rub on her sensitive clit and she let out a small gasp, eyes locked on his own.
"You're absolutely soaked." he breathed into her ear as he played with her and she felt her face heat up. "Does this turn you on? Seeing me like this?" a finger slipped into her and she let out a small moan, glad he was holding her up.
His finger was soon joined by a second and he pumped into her, his thumb rubbing at her sensitive nub simultaneously. Her knees felt weak as she felt the pressure in her lower stomach increase.
"So tight." he continued speaking his dirty words as he quickened his pace until his fingers were furiously pumping in and out of her, curling at just the right spot deep within her. Her eyes began to fall shut in pleasure and she felt his hand on her own tighten painfully. "Look at me," he ordered as her eyes flew open.
Their eyes locked and she noticed his grey orbs had darkened. She let out a whimper as his fingers within her moved impossibly faster and his thumb swiped at her swollen clit at an equal pace.
"Come for me, Mudblood." he continued, and Hermione didn't have time to be upset by the term as she tightened around his fingers and cried out her orgasm.
The pressure in her stomach released and all she felt was pure bliss. Her eyes finally fell shut as she revelled in the pleasure and he watched her come undone with dark eyes while she creamed on his long fingers.
Her breath came out in short, uneven pants as she forced her eyes open and her hands fell from his face and on to his chest. She stared at him in a mixture of lust and embarrassment. His fingers pulled out of her and she gasped at the loss. He raised the hand and she was shocked when his wet fingers rested on her bottom lip. She stared at him, brows furrowed and she felt all the more embarrassed as she felt the evidence of her euphoria against her lip.
"Open." he directed in a low voice and her lips parted before she could stop them. He pushed his fingers between her lips and she gasped as she tasted herself on her tongue. "Lick them clean,"
She kept her eyes locked on his own as she sucked on the two fingers, her tongue swirling around them to ensure she didn't miss a spot. He let out a growl as he watched her mouth lick her arousal clean off his fingers.
He pulled his fingers from her mouth and her tongue darted out to lick her lips. "What would Weasley think about this, Granger?" he asked and she stared at him in horror as realization dawned on her. "What would he think about his little girlfriend coming undone around his enemies fingers?" he continued and she pushed at his chest, stumbling back and away from him.
"I didn't… I…" she felt her eyes well up in tears as guilt crept up her chest. She was a horrible person.
He sneered as he stared down at her. "You never hesitate to tell me how horrible of a human I am, yet here you are." he continued and she wanted nothing more than to slap a hand over his mouth to stop him from continuing. "Like a common whore." he finished in a harsh, cold tone.
She gasped at his words as she slowly began to shake her head. "No… I didn't meant to-"
"But you did." he cut her off and his lip curled up into a smirk. "Still want to fix me, Granger?" he taunted and she swallowed, letting her eyes drop to the floor.
He took a step forward and raised a hand to cup her chin, gently tilting her head upwards again. "Leave me the fuck alone, Mudblood." he said as his icy grey eyes bore down into her own. "I wanted you yesterday. I… needed you then. When I came up to the Room of Requirement. You weren't there then, so don't come crawling back to me now." he hissed and Hermione thought she saw a flicker of hurt in his silver eyes.
She frowned. She had shown up last night, he had been the one who didn't. "I did come, you-"
He cut her off again and she felt tears of frustration prick at the corners of her eyes. "Fuck off." he hissed, releasing his hold on her face and side stepping her as he left the classroom, door slamming shut behind him.
She let the tears escape her eyes as she stood frozen in the spot he had left her. She had shown up last night! She had waited an hour for him before she had finally accepted that he wasn't going to show up! Did he expect her to wait all night?
"I needed you then." she heard his words replay in her mind and her heart unwillingly twisted as she remembered the hurt expression on his face.
He had called her a whore, a mudblood. She shouldn't feel bad for him now. He had toyed with her, and she had let him. She felt ashamed as images of his fingers pushing her to release replayed in her head. She had done it again. Cheated on Ron for Malfoy, only for Malfoy to throw it back in her face.
She furiously wiped at her tears, forcing herself to calm her racing heart. Malfoy was only doing this because he was hurt. He thought she hadn't shown up yesterday to see him after the news of his father's breakout… he didn't mean what he had said. He was just hurting. She found herself coming up with excuses for his behaviour as she fumbled to fix her skirt before taking a deep breath and slipping out of the classroom.
Draco stood in front of the Vanishing Cabinet that night, pulling off the sheet covering it. This was the only thing he had left going for him now. He had to fix the cabinet and complete his task if he wanted to live any longer and he would have to grit his teeth and accept that fact that he would have to continue accepting Granger's help to make it happen.
His mind wandered to their interaction earlier that day and he felt his cock twitch as he remembered the way she clenched tightly around his fingers. He knew she had never allowed anyone else to touch the treasure between her legs and he felt a surge of pleasure at the fact that his fingers had been the ones to make her come. Her innocent caramel eyes flashed in his mind and he replayed the way her mouth let out quiet whimpers of pleasure as she rode his fingers through her orgasm. He let his eyes fall shut as he replayed the way her warm tongue had swivelled around his digits, cleaning him off.
But none of that mattered now. He hated her. She was a stupid bint who saw him as nothing more than a charity case, something she had to mend and fix. His lip curled in anger and his eyes snapped open as reminded himself that she had not come to him last night.
He raised his wand, performing the complicated spell Granger had taught him on the cabinet. He watched it shimmer and glow for a few seconds before it faded out.
His head snapped to the side when he heard soft footsteps approaching in the otherwise silent room. She stood in front of him, her school uniform still on as she glanced over at the cabinet, her fingers twiddling in front of her.
"I broke up with Ron." she said quietly, staring at him as she waited for a reaction.
He felt a wave of smug pleasure wash over him. Good. He was tired of seeing the two together during meals and his stomach twisted in anger as he thought of the Weasel's hands running over her.
"And?" he questioned, schooling his face into his stony mask. "You think I want you now?" he sneered, throwing the sheet back over the cabinet. "You're nothing but damaged goods now, Granger." he lied, trying to hurt her. He wanted her to hurt as bad as he was hurting. "Weasley won't want you after what you did, and I don't want you after what you did." he spat, referring to her absence the night before as he faced her. "No one wants you now. You're alone, unwanted and pathetic." he finished.
She stared at him, her lips parted in surprise at his harsh words. "I didn't do it so that you would want me." she said fiercely, glaring at him. "I did it because it wasn't right to be with him. Not when I…" she trailed off.
"When you what?" he pushed. What was she going to say?
She squared her shoulders, lifting her chin a bit before she spoke. "Not when I'm making myself available to you." she finished.
Draco scowled, unsatisfied with her response. "I don't need you to-"
She cut him off, eyes shining with determination. "I don't care what you say, Malfoy. You can call me all the cruel, hurtful names you want. You can push me away all you want, but I know you came here last night because you did want me." she continued, not allowing him to speak. "You said you needed me. And I wasn't there. I waited an hour, and you didn't show up. And… I'm sorry. I should've waited longer. I didn't know you were planning on coming so I left." she took a step towards him. "I don't care if you think I'm a horrible person after what we did. I don't care if you think I'm a lowly Mudblood. I don't care if you think I'm…" she swallowed thickly and Draco noticed the hurt expression on her face as she spoke the next word. "...a whore."
The word sounded foreign coming from her innocent mouth. "I'm going to help you with this cabinet. I'm going to keep showing up every night and I'm going to be here for you through this whole thing with your father. I won't stop." she said, her eyes flickering to his own as she repeated his words from just a few days ago.
He was at a loss for words, unsure of how to respond to her declaration. So she had showed up yesterday. But he had been too late.
She should've waited longer. A voice in his head told him. Push her away.
He found the part of him that wanted to be held in her warm embrace internally battling the part of him that hated her.
"You're an idiot, Granger." he finally said. "Anyone else would have gone running long before we got to this point."
She let out a dry, humourless laugh. "Yeah, I'm an idiot." she agreed. "But I know you… and I know you're pushing me away because that's what you do when something goes wrong. And you're saying these terrible things to me because you want to hurt me. Because I hurt you."
Draco felt a spark of annoyance rise in him at her words. Who the fuck did she think she was? "You don't know me, Granger." he said, though his voice no longer held the malice it had. He knew everything she had said was true.
He stepped away from her before she could respond, making his way towards the exit. He couldn't give in to her… he didn't need her.
"Malfoy, stop." she said softly, following after him.
He ignored her as he continued in his path. She followed closely behind him, wrapping her small hand around his wrist when he didn't respond.
She tugged on his arm and he faltered unwillingly. "Come back." she pleaded, pulling him back towards the cabinet.
He shook her off silently, gritting his teeth in annoyance at her persistence. He heard her sigh and he was sure she had accepted defeat until she sped up in her steps, stopping in front of him.
He opened his mouth to tell her off when she stepped forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his. He felt the usually dull spark within him roar to life as her warm lips moved against his own, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as if to lock him there.
The cut on his lip throbbed slightly at the pressure of her kiss and he considered shoving her away but her soft, gentle kisses didn't allow it. Without a second thought, Draco slid his hands down to the back of her thighs before hitching her up against him, returning the kiss with ease.
Hermione gasped against his lips as he lifted her up so that her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, his hands holding her up by her bum. The gentle kiss soon turned into deep, desperate kisses and he led them back to the Vanishing Cabinet. He pressed her up against the side of it, her legs still wrapped snugly around him.
She let out a soft moan when he nipped at her bottom lip before pulling away to trail kisses down her jaw and neck. She let her head fall back against the cabinet, letting him have full access to the soft skin of her throat. He found a spot on the side of her neck which he began to suck on and Hermione knew it would leave a mark.
He continued kissing, sucking and licking the tender skin of her neck and she cried out in slight pain when he bit down on the sensitive flesh. He tightened his grip on her as he continued administrating small bite marks over the skin. He adjusted them so that he held her up with one hand, most of her weight being supported by the cabinet behind them as he began to unbutton her white school skirt.
Once opened, he pushed the shirt off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor below. Her bra soon followed and she felt a bit subconscious as he pulled back, his silver eyes taking in the exposed skin of her breasts.
"Fucking perfect." he muttered before leaning forward to take a hardened pink nipple into his mouth.
She cried out as he flicked his tongue over the nub before biting down on it. She bit her own lip to hold back her whimper of pain as his free hand roughly palmed her other breast. He pulled back suddenly, raising the hand from her breast to her throat, enclosing his hand around it.
"Don't hold back, Granger." he said, staring at her lip captured between her teeth. "I want to hear you." he squeezed her neck and she immediately released her lip, letting a small moan escape her.
He hummed, keeping his hold on her neck as he bent his head to take her nipple between his lips again. He greedily sucked on her tender skin and she shut her eyes.
This seemed to be the only thing that would keep Malfoy from leaving and she hated that she didn't mind allowing him to use her as he needed. His hand slid down her throat to roughly pinch and pull at her nipple as he lifted his head to stare at her.
"How far will you let me go today, Granger?" he asked in a low voice, twisting her hardened peak between his index finger and thumb.
She stared back at him, her thoughts racing. How far would she let him go? Would he push her away again if she stopped him now? Did she want to stop him now?
His face twisted into a sneer when she didn't respond and he released his hold on her. She yelped in surprise as her feet touched the ground and she was glad the cabinet was behind them to hold her up. She raised her arms to cover her exposed chest as she thought of what to do next. The skin of her breasts and neck ached as a result of his rough abuse of them. But the tiny, rebellious part of her liked it.
He began to turn away again when she reached out, grabbing his hand and raising it to her breast again. "Don't stop." she murmured and he let out what sounded like a low growl and shoved her back into the cabinet, hands massaging her mounds.
"Don't play with me, Granger." he warned, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss. "I won't stop." he said once he pulled back.
Her hands fisted his shirt as she gave him the slightest nod. That was all he needed before he gripped her hips tightly in his hands, leading her to the table in front of the cabinet that they often used to lay their notes out on.
He lifted her onto it, his hands sliding up her thighs and under her skirt. Her hands tightly gripped his biceps and he peeled her panties down her thighs and calves, tossing them aside on top of her discarded shirt. He pulled back to pull her shoes off too and she blushed slightly as his hungry eyes raked over her. She sat on the table wearing nothing but her knee high white school socks and her pleated grey skirt which was hiked up high on her thighs.
"Fuck, Granger." he murmured, sliding his hands up her thighs and under her skirt. His thumb immediately found her clit and he began flicking it under his finger, causing her to moan aloud.
"You look so fucking sexy," he said, eyes glued to her face as his thumb flicked over her sensitive clit over and over. She felt a gush of wetness leave her at the combination of his words and actions. "Sitting here in half of your uniform," he continued, sliding two fingers into her. He groaned as she clenched around his fingers. "Dripping wet." he finished, his free hand sliding up to pull her hair out of it's bun.
Her curls tumbled down her shoulders and onto her back. "Much better." he growled his approval before he began pumping his fingers in and out of her at a punishing speed.
She gasped, eyes glazed over in pleasure as she reached up to unbutton his shirt. Once fully opened she began pushing it off his shoulders but he immediately stopped her, raising a hand to enclose around her forearm. She didn't get the chance to question him as he quickly rubbed her clit from side to side, causing the familiar pressure in her stomach to build up.
"Malfoy," she whimpered, hands resting on the muscles of his bare chest.
"Say my name." he ordered, curling his fingers in her until they touched the most pleasurable spot. Her eyes rolled back and she cried out, praying he would never stop.
He reached up to grasp a fistful of her curls before he roughly yanked her head back, causing her to snap her eyes open in pain. "Say it," he hissed, his fingers inside of her purposely rubbing at her g-spot.
"M-Malfoy," she stuttered, her eyes watering in pain at a mixture of the pleasure and pain he was causing her with his tight grip on her hair.
"That's not my name." he said disapprovingly, his fingers withdrawing from within her. She whimpered at the loss, shaking her head desperately in protest.
"Draco." she said, his name rolling off her tongue timidly.
"Good girl." he praised, slipping his fingers back into her. "Now scream it." he ordered into her ear, tightening his grip on her hair and forcing her head back as he bent his neck to suck on her own.
His fingers found her most sensitive spot deep within her again and she moaned wantonly. He quickened his pace until she couldn't take it anymore.
"Draco!" she cried out and he swallowed her moans as she rode out her orgasm.
His fingers stayed in her for a few seconds as she caught her breath before he pulled them out. Eyes locked on her own, he brought them to his own lips this time, licking them clean. She blushed at the sight, lowering her gaze.
"My turn." he picked up her hand, bringing it to the front of his trousers. "Take me out."
She swallowed, unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers and pulling them down a bit to reveal his boxers. She glanced up at him to see him already staring down at her with hooded eyes. She reached into his boxers, pulling out his hard length. Hesitantly, she reached out to enclose her hard around him, earning her a low groan from him. Encouraged, she tentatively pumped her hand over him a few times more before he grabbed her wrist, halting her in her actions.
She glanced up at him in question and opened her mouth to speak before his lips crashed down to meet hers, his hands sliding up her thighs until the tips of his fingers were digging almost painfully into the flesh. He used his grip on her to pull her closer until his hard length was pressed against her slit. She gasped aloud at the feeling of their most intimate parts touching.
"I'm gonna come in here." he pulled back to whisper in her ear and her eyes fluttered shut.
Her heart rate quickened as he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, using his grip to rub himself up and down her slit, never actually sliding in. His hand raised up to knead the mounds of her breasts with his usual bruising force while his head bent to bite and suck along the skin of her neck.
They weren't about to make love. Her first time wasn't going to be with someone whom she loved and was loved back by. It wouldn't be slow, and considerate of the intimacy of a typical first time. No, this was hard, desperate, fast and rough. He was pouring all of his pent up frustration out on her and she knew that by the way he left pleasurably sore marks all over her body in just the last hour alone. He had been pumping his fingers into her at a furious speed, his fingers pinched and pulled at her nipples until she almost cried out in pain, their kisses had been sloppy and desperate, and his ministrations on her neck were not that of light kisses but rather hungry bites and nips at the skin.
And Hermione allowed it. Because she knew it was what he needed. She knew he needed something to project everything on to, and for now she would allow that something to be her.
So she shut her eyes and returned his kiss, feeling the familiar pressure in her lower stomach return as she anticipated what was to come.
A/N: As always, read and review for the next chapter! :)
