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Chapter 12
Hermione dug her nails into his shoulders through his thin school shirt as his hands slid down her waist to grip her thighs. He flicked his wand over her and she faintly recognized the contraceptive spell he muttered. She pushed the thought from her head as she felt his teeth brush against her ear lobe.
"Just relax," he breathed soothingly into her ear as he slid the tip of his cock into her opening.
She gasped, squeezing her eyes shut as she braced herself. She had heard Parvati and Lavender discussing the pain of the first time on several occasions and she wanted to prepare herself for it.
He groaned, tightly gripping the flesh of her thighs as he pulled back slightly before pushing back in. Inch by inch he eased himself into her and she bit her lip painfully, holding back a whimper as she felt the barrier protecting her virginity break.
"Fuck, you're tight." he cursed, dropping his head to rest of her shoulder as he quickened his pace.
Her walls clenched around him as he pumped himself into her. He didn't give her much time to adjust before he began thrusting in and out of her. His hands slid down to the backs of her knees and he lifted her legs a bit while pulling her closer.
No longer able to hold back, Hermione cried out at the deeper penetration. He began kissing and sucking along the bare skin of her shoulders and chest as his hips slammed against her own.
He reached up a hand to pinch and pull teasingly at her nipple and Hermione felt the pain begin to dim as a jolt of pleasure coursed through her. She moaned quietly and the hand raised up to bury into the curls at the nape of her neck. He tightly gripped the hair, forcefully pulling her head back to expose the skin of her neck to him. He immediately latched onto it, licking and biting his way up her neck until he reached her lips.
"You feel fucking amazing." he praised, taking her swollen bottom lip between his teeth. She felt another surge of pleasure wash over her at his words.
He gently rolled the flesh between his teeth as his pace quickened until he was brutally slapping in and out of her. She whimpered against his mouth, her caramel eyes locked on his own as her body bounced against the table to the pace of his thrusts.
He released his grip of her hair, reaching between them to rub his thumb against her sensitive clit. She immediately cried out, her hands dragging across his back. The pad of his thumb rubbed her clit back and forth, matching the hard thrusts of his hips.
She felt the familiar pressure in her lower stomach build up and she leaned her head forward, capturing his lips in a kiss. He returned the kiss fiercely and she felt his grip on the back of her knee tighten painfully as his thrusts became more frantic.
"I'm not gonna last," he hissed against her mouth before pulling back to bend his head and take a nipple in his mouth.
"Oh!" she heard herself cry out at the sensation of him all over her body.
"Say my name again." he whispered against the skin of her nipple before he took the taut nub between his teeth, lightly biting down.
She whimpered, throwing her head back as tightened her legs around him. He continued his quick thrusts even with her legs wrapped so snugly around him and she moaned aloud as his thumb brushed over her clit perfectly.
"Draco!" she cried out, digging her nails into the flesh of his back so deeply that she was sure it would bleed.
He hissed in slight pain at the feeling before she tightened impossibly more around him, sucking him in like a vice. He let out a low, guttural moan as he felt his own release build up within him.
"I'm gonna come," he warned as she felt herself fall limp against him, the aftershocks of her own orgasm coursing through her.
He slid her hands up her legs and under her hiked up skirt until he was tightly gripping her arse. He held her against him as he slammed his hips against her in three more thrusts before he threw his own head back, groaning aloud as he spurted his release into her. She gasped as he held her flush against him, his cock pulsing as it remained buried deep within her.
He remained lodged within her for a minute before his grip on her was released. His hands slid up to her hips and they loosely gripped her as he pulled out of her. She let out a small cry of surprise as her body adjusted to the loss of him.
His silver eyes flickered down to look between them and Hermione followed his gaze down. She gasped at the sight of a combination of both their releases and a bit of her own blood smeared along her inner thighs. She felt her face heat up as she instinctively tried to close her legs to hide herself from his view.
"Don't." he muttered, placing a hand on her knee to stop her.
She immediately stopped, letting her legs fall back open. She reached down to push the pleats of her skirt back down, covering herself that way instead. Ignoring the dull ache between her legs, she swallowed, glancing up at him nervously.
What would happen now? She knew he wouldn't stick around to hold her or anything, but she couldn't help but hope that he would say or do something to show her she wasn't just his latest shag.
"H-how was I?" she asked timidly, desperate to break their silence.
She stared at him in surprise as he let out a chuckle. The edges of his mouth curled up into a smile and Hermione felt her breath hitch at the sight. She had never heard him genuinely laugh and she had certainly never seen him genuinely smile. Though rare, his smile was shockingly beautiful, just like the rest of him. His lips spread to reveal a set of porcelain teeth and her chest ached at the slight dimple in his right cheek, just under the cut.
"You want to know how you were? Typical, Granger." his smile slowly faded into his usual smirk. She felt disappointed to see it go. "O. Outstanding. 100 points to Gryffindor." he said, sliding his hands up her hips until his thumbs lightly brushed over her nipples.
She let out a breath of relief at his words, and blushed at his teasing praise.
"I could do this all night." he continued, pinching her nipples between his index finger and thumb. "I could fuck you in ten different positions on this table for hours." he slid a hand down her stomach and under her skirt.
She felt her stomach lurch in excitement at his words as his thumb brushed over her clit. She jumped as he probed at the sensitive nub.
"But I won't." he said, pulling his hand away. "I'll let you recover." he finished, and Hermione felt the ache between her legs return at the mention of it.
She let out a small cry as he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her forward and off the table. Her sock-clad feet touched the cool floor and her hands shot up to grip his biceps as she steadied herself. She bit her lip, not wanting to seem weak as a result of the dull pain. He lifted a hand, brushing his thumb over her top lip. She released her bottom lip, glancing up at him.
"Such a pretty face," he marvelled quietly, pulling her bottom lip down as his thumb brushed over it.
He dropped his hand just a second later, stepping back from her and reaching down to pull his trousers back over his hips, zipping and buttoning them. She watched him, raising her arms to cross over her naked chest, wanting to cover herself up a bit too.
He smirked as he watched her, buttoning up his shirt. "Get dressed." he ordered once he was done, heading over to her small pile of clothing and handing it to her.
She silently dressed, a million thoughts racing through her head as she tried to ignore him watching her.
Once fully dressed, she stood in front of him, unsure of what to say. The reality of what they had just done was finally hitting her and she felt anxious thinking about what would come next.
After a few seconds of silence, she averted her gaze, trying to push down the hurt she felt as his lack of communication. Tucking her wand into the waistband of her skirt, she glanced at him one final time before turning and heading for the exit.
"Come back tomorrow." she heard his say behind her and she paused midstep, turning to face him.
She nodded before she could think twice about it as she took in the desperate look on his face. He looked pleading, as though he was unsure as to whether or not she would show up.
"I will." she agreed, nodding before she turned again and headed back to Gryffindor Tower.
She immediately headed for the girl's bathroom and slipped out of her clothing and into the hot shower. She washed herself clean, making sure to gently wash the residue between her legs and inner thighs.
Once done, she observed herself in the mirror and gasped as she saw the already forming bruises littered along her neck and chest. Her skin was covered in lightly indented bite marks and purple love bites. She raised a hand, brushing it over a particularly dark hickey. Glancing down, she swallowed at the two hand shaped marks on the skin of her upper thighs where Draco had gripped her tightly.
She found she didn't mind the marks. She would have to conceal them from everyone, but she felt a rush of adrenaline course through her as she thought of what she had just done. No one would ever except Hermione Granger to be sneaking around to see her sworn school enemy, and something about that excited her.
It felt good to be something more than the Golden Girl, or the innocent bookworm she was known to be.
As she curled into bed, her mind drifted off to a certain platinum haired, silver eyed Slytherin with the most endearing dimple in his smile.
Blaise let out a low whistle as Draco entered their dorm late that night. "This one really dug her claws into you." Blaise said, arms crossed behind his head while he laid across his bed, smirking at the indents on Draco's back as he pulled off his shirt. "I'm surprised you let her."
The boys had not discussed their brawl, rather moving on from it as if it never happened. Draco was glad that Blaise was not one to push him.
His mind drifted off to Granger at Blaise's words and he shrugged. Sure, he usually hated when the girls he chose to bed left any sort of marks on him. He liked to be the one to leave his mark, not the other way around. But Granger was… different.
He understood what she had given him tonight. He felt himself grow hard again as he recalled her velvety walls grip his cock perfectly as he took her virginity, her short nails digging into his back painfully as she rode out her orgasm. Bedding Granger was not like bedding other girls. Draco actually wanted to hear her cry out; he wanted to feel her let out her release on him. He enjoyed the feeling of her small hands grip him tightly as waves of pleasure took over her body.
"This one is different." Draco supplied shortly, smirking at the shocked look on Blaise's face.
Without another word, Draco grabbed his towel, heading for the bathroom. He desperately needed a long, cold shower.
A/N: Here's a filler chapter finishing off he slight cliffhanger from the last one! This is my first story ever, and so it's my first time writing smut too. How do you guys like it? Am I doing okay? Haha!
As always, reviews help me write faster! Let me know what you think! I have a lot of plans in my head for where I want this story to go and I can't wait to share them with you all!
Next chapter will be longer! Promise!
