Chapter 13:

The Three Broomsticks buzzed with the lively chatter of Hogwarts students, their laughter and conversations creating a comforting hum. Hermione entered the pub with Harry and Ginny, eager for a distraction from the stressful week. They found a table near the back, away from the noise but still close enough to feel the vibrant energy of the place.

Hermione glanced around, her eyes falling on Draco Malfoy, who was playing darts with his Slytherin friends. His eyes met hers briefly, and a slow, possessive smile spread across his face. She felt a familiar shiver run down her spine, a mix of fear and something else she didn't want to admit.

Harry and Ginny were deep in conversation, leaning Hermione to her thoughts. As she watched Draco, she couldn't help but remember the way his touch had felt, the intensity of his gaze. Unbidden, her thoughts turned dark and sensual, imagining his hands on her skin, his lips trailing down her neck.

Draco's voice echoed in her mind, a dark, seductive whisper. Enjoying the view, princess? Even if I didn't have access to your thoughts, I can feel your desire from here.

Don't flatter yourself. I was just wondering about the game of darts, never played before.

I am surprised you didn't read a book about it. Now what part were you wondering about, the way my sleeves are rolled up or how my fingers would feel on you.

She watched as he threw another dart, hitting the bullseye with ease. He glanced over at her, his eyes gleaming with smug satisfaction.

I love knowing how much you want me, princess. Even if you don't want to admit it. I bet you would like to know what else I am good at, wouldn't you?

Hermione's cheeks heated up as she bit her then, Ron appeared, a determined look on his face. "Hey, Hermione, mind if I join you?" He didn't wait for an answer, pulling up a chair next to her.

Hermione's heart sank. "Ron, what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk," Ron said, his tone insistent. "We need to sort things out."

"There is nothing to sort out, the fact that the first words out of your mouth were not Sorry means this conversation is over." Hermione said, trying to keep her voice steady. "You made your choice when you cheated on me with Lavender."

Ron's face turned red with anger. "That was a mistake, Hermione. We belong together. You know we do."

Before she could respond, Draco appeared at their table, his presence commanding and dangerous. "Weasel, I think you're overstaying your welcome."

Ron stood up, his fists clenched. "Stay out of this, Malfoy. This is between me and Hermione."

Draco's eyes darkened, his voice a low growl. "She doesn't want to talk to you, Weasley. Take the hint."

The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with unspoken threats. Hermione stood up, her patience wearing thin. "Both of you, stop it. I'm going to dance."

She walked to the small dance floor, needing to escape the suffocating possessiveness of both boys. As she swayed to the music, a tall, handsome student approached her and began to dance with. Her. For a moment, she allowed herself to get lost in the rhythm, trying to forget everything.

But Draco's voice was in her mind again, dark and possessive. Dancing with someone else, love? Do you think that will make me jealous?

Hermione tried to ignore him, but the insanity of his presence was overwhelming. Leave me alone, Draco.

Mmmmm, I love hearing you say my name.

The student she was dancing with spun her around, and when she turned back, Draco was standing there, his eyes burning with possessive desire. "Mind if I cut in?" He asked, not waiting for an answer.

The stranger stepped back, intimidated by Draco's presence. Hermione's heart raced as Draco spun her around, pulling her back against his chest. His hands held a tight grip on her hips to hold her in place. He leaned down and pressed his mouth to her ear. "You really shouldn't dance with strangers, princess."

"Why do you care, Draco?" She whispered, her breath catching at the heat of his touch. His hands moved her hip, rubbing her butt against his growing erection. Her eyes fluttered shut and her breath caught in her chest.

"Because you're mine," he growled, his lips brushing against her ear. "And I won't let anyone else have you."

They moved to the music, their bodies pressed together. Hermione let the heat of his touch, the magnetic pull between them growing stronger. She knew she should push him away but instead she leaned her head back on his shoulder, his soft growl in her ear.

Just then, Ron appeared again, grabbing her arm. "Hermione, come with me. We need to talk."

Draco pulled her back, tucking her behind him and out of reach of Ron. "She's not going anywhere with you, Weasley."

Ron's face twisted with rage. "You can't tell her what to do, Malfoy. She's not yours."

"Like hell she's not," Draco snarled, stepping closer to Ron. "She'll never be yours again."

The agreement drew the attention of the entire pub, the tension crackling like electricity. Hermion, desperate to diffuse the situation, pulled away from both of them and walked towards the bar. She needed a moment to think, to breathe.

As she waited for her drink, two pale strong hands came on either side of her. Draco leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "You drive me crazy, princess. Come back to the dance floor with me."

"You were a horrible dancer, I will pass." She snapped, but her voice lacked conviction.

Draco chuckled darkly. "You don't really mean that, do you? Admit it, princess. You like this. You like my hands gripping your hips, controlling you."

Hermione's heart pounded in her chest. She hated how well he knew her, how easily he could get under her skin. But she couldn't deny the truth. There was something thrilling about his possessives, something that made her feel alive.

Before she could respond, the bartender handed her the drink, and she downed it in on gulp. She used the opportunity to create some distance between them. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart, and returned to the dance floor.

A new song started, and a different student approached her to dance. Hermione allowed herself to get lost in the music again, trying to forget the chaos around her. But she couldn't escape Draco's gaze, his eyes following her every move.

When the song ended, Draco grabbed her hand and pulled her down a quiet hallway. "You can't escape me, Hermione. No matter how hard you try." He pushed her against the wall, his hands on either side of her head.

"You drive me crazy, princess," he whispered, his voice husky with need.

"This is dangerous, Draco. We can't keep doing this." She started to push him away but he was stronger. He lunged forward, his mouth demanding and melted into the kiss, her hands tangling in his hair. The world around them disappeared as they lost themselves in each other. She moaned as his hands roamed down her body and grip her butt.

The taste of fire whiskey filled her mouth as his tongue finally passed her lips. He lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as one of his hands gripped her throat. She knew this was dangerous, that they were playing with fire, but she couldn't stop. Not now.

A loud cough broke the world they were in. Hermione turned her head to the noise while Draco attacked her neck.

"Hermione, you still coming over or should I get you guys a condom?" Ginny asked, her arms crossed while taking in the sight. Hermione pushed on Draco, making him put her down and stop kissing her.

"Hermione is coming with me, get lost Red." Draco growled, his hand gripping Hermione's hand.

"No, we are done here. I am sleeping over with Ginny. I will see you at the game tomorrow, Malfoy." Hermione started to pull her hand away but Draco yanked her close, gripping her jaw so she looked into his silver eyes.

"This isn't over, princess. Not by a long shot. Make sure to dream about me and wear something green tomorrow." He growled at her before he kissed her one more time before he released.

"Not a fucking word." Hermione mumbled at Ginny, who was holding back a laugh.