Chapter 17:
Hermione's heart pounded as Blaise walked her back to the Head Dorms. Despite the interruptions and Draco's possessive intrusion, the evening had been pleasant. Blaise had been sweet and understanding, but as they reached the common room, Hermione's thoughts were consumed by Draco.
"Thank you for tonight, Blaise," Hermione said, offering him a genuine smile. "I had a great time."
Blaise returned the smile, his eyes warm. "So did I, Hermione. If you ever need anything, you know where to find me."
She nodded, appreciating his kindness, but her mind was already bracing for what she knew was coming. As Blaise turned to leave, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. Hermione blushed, her heart fluttering at the gentle gesture.
"Goodnight, Hermione," Blaise said softly before turning and walking away.
"Goodnight," Hermione replied, her smile lingering even as the door closed behind her.
As she entered the common room, her heart raced with anticipation. The door closed behind her, and she was immediately met with the dark, imposing presence of Draco.
He stood by the fireplace, his silver eyes glinting with anger and something darker. "Have fun with Zabini, princess?" he asked, his voice a low growl.
Hermione's breath hitched, her body reacting to his nearness. "Draco, I told you, I need space. You can't keep doing this."
Draco moved swiftly, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her flush against his chest. "Space? You think you can just walk away from me, Hermione? You're mine. I'm not letting anyone else touch you."
His words sent a shiver down her spine, a mixture of fear and desire coursing through her. "Draco, you don't own me," she whispered, her voice trembling.
His grip tightened, his eyes darkening with possessive fury. "Yes, I do. And I'm going to make sure you understand that."
Before she could respond, Draco's mouth crashed down on hers, demanding and punishing. Hermione gasped, her hands instinctively gripping his shoulders as he kissed her with a fierce, possessive intensity. His tongue invaded her mouth, claiming her, and she couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips.
Draco's hands roamed over her body, his touch igniting a fire within her. He pushed her back against the wall, his body pressing into hers, leaving no space between them. Hermione's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, but her body betrayed her, responding eagerly to his touch.
"You're mine, pet," Draco murmured against her lips, his hand slipping under her skirt. "No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to make you feel this way."
His fingers found her core, and Hermione's breath hitched as he began to stroke her through the thin fabric of her panties. "Draco, please," she gasped, her voice a mixture of desperation and need.
He chuckled darkly, his fingers moving with expert precision. "You're so wet for me, kitten. You can't deny it. You want this. You want me."
Hermione's body trembled, her resolve crumbling under the onslaught of pleasure. "Draco, I—" she began, but he cut her off with a fierce kiss, his fingers slipping under her panties to tease her sensitive flesh.
"You belong to me, Hermione," he whispered, his voice a dark, possessive growl. "Say it."
She shook her head, her mind screaming at her to resist, but her body was betraying her. "No, Draco. I won't give in," she gasped, her voice barely audible.
His eyes darkened, his fingers pressing harder against her clit. "You will, princess. You'll see that no one else can make you feel this way."
With a swift movement, Draco lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the couch. He laid her down, his body pinning hers to the cushions, and she felt the hard evidence of his arousal pressing against her thigh.
"You're mine, baby girl," he murmured, his mouth trailing hot, possessive kisses down her neck. "No one else gets to have you. No one else gets to make you come."
Hermione's body was on fire, every touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She knew she should resist, should fight back, but the intensity of Draco's possession was too overwhelming. "Draco, please," she whispered, her voice trembling with need.
He smirked, his fingers slipping inside her, his thumb circling her clit with a maddening rhythm. "Say it, Hermione. Say you're mine."
Her body arched against him, her mind a chaotic mess of pleasure and resistance. "No, Draco. I won't give in," she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Draco's eyes blazed with fury and desire. "Stubborn girl," he growled, his fingers thrusting deeper. "You'll break eventually, and when you do, you'll realize you belong to me."
Hermione's body was teetering on the edge, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the moans that threatened to escape. "Draco, please," she whimpered, her voice desperate.
He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "Say it, Hermione. Admit that you're mine, and I'll let you come."
She shook her head, her body trembling with the effort to hold back. "No, Draco. I won't," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
With a growl of frustration, Draco withdrew his fingers, leaving her on the brink of release. Hermione's body protested, the sudden absence of his touch leaving her aching and unfulfilled. "You'll regret that, princess," he murmured, his eyes dark with promise. "You'll come begging for me to finish you off."
He stood up, his gaze never leaving hers. Hermione watched him, her body still trembling with need, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but the intensity of Draco's possession was too intoxicating to resist.
As he turned to leave, he glanced back at her, his eyes burning with dark, possessive desire. "Remember, Hermione. You're mine. No one else gets to make you feel this way."
With that, he walked out of the common room, leaving Hermione to grapple with the aftermath of their encounter. Her body was still thrumming with unfulfilled desire, her mind a chaotic mess of conflicting emotions.
Desperation took over, and Hermione found her hand slipping under her skirt, seeking the release Draco had denied her. But just as she began to touch herself, Draco reappeared, his eyes blazing with possessive fury.
"Trying to finish yourself off, princess?" he sneered, his wand pointed at her. "Not on my watch."
With a flick of his wand, he cast a spell that immobilized her hands. Hermione gasped, her body aching with need. "Draco, please," she whimpered, her voice trembling.
He smirked, his eyes dark with satisfaction. "You don't get to touch yourself. You're mine. And I decide when and how you come."
Draco stepped back, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to unbuckle his belt. Hermione's breath hitched, her eyes widening with anticipation and desperation. "Draco, please," she begged, her voice breaking. "Let me come. Please."
He chuckled darkly, his hand stroking his hard length. "Not until you admit that you're mine, and you call me Sir."
Hermione's body trembled with need, her mind a chaotic mess of desire and resistance. "Draco, I—"
"Say it," he demanded, his voice a low growl. "Say you're mine, and call me Sir."
Her body ached for release, the sight of Draco pleasuring himself only intensifying her need. "I'm yours, Draco," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Please, Sir. Let me come."
His eyes darkened with satisfaction, his strokes quickening. "Good girl. Now watch."
Hermione's eyes were locked on Draco, her body trembling with unfulfilled desire as he brought himself closer to the edge. The sight of him, his possessive control, was more arousing than she could have ever imagined.
"You see this, princess?" he murmured, his voice dark and seductive. "This is what you do to me. This is how much I want you."
She whimpered, her body aching with need. "Draco, please," she begged, her voice breaking. "I need to come. Please, Sir."
His eyes blazed with satisfaction, his strokes becoming more erratic. "You will, Hermione. But only because you begged so beautifully."
With a final, shuddering breath, Draco came, his release spilling over his hand. He looked down at Hermione, his eyes dark with possessive satisfaction. "Now, princess, it's your turn."
He released the spell, allowing Hermione to move her hands. She wasted no time, her fingers finding her core and bringing herself to the edge. "Draco, please," she whimpered, her voice trembling. "I need you."
He moved closer, his hand covering hers and guiding her movements. "That's it, kitten. Come for me. Show me how much you need me."
With his guidance, Hermione's body finally found the release it had been craving. She cried out, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. Draco watched her, his eyes dark with satisfaction and possessive pride.
As she lay there, spent and trembling, Draco leaned down, his mouth brushing against her ear. "Remember, Hermione. You're mine. No one else gets to make you feel this way."
She nodded, her body still trembling with the aftermath of their encounter. "Yes, Sir," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Draco smirked, his eyes dark with satisfaction. "Good girl. Now rest. You'll need your strength for what I have planned next."
With that, he left the common room, leaving Hermione to grapple with the intensity of their encounter. She knew she was in too deep, that Draco's possessive hold on her was only growing stronger. But despite the fear and confusion, a part of her craved his touch, his dominance. She was his, and there was no escaping it.