Chapter 15:
The excitement of the upcoming homecoming dance had the halls of Hogwarts buzzing. Hermione and Ginny decided to take a trip to Hogsmeade to find the perfect dresses for the occasion. The village was bustling with students, all eagerly preparing for the event.
As they entered Gladrags Wizardwear, Ginny's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. "This is going to be so much fun, Hermione! We'll find the most amazing dresses, and you'll knock everyone's socks off."
Hermione smiled, but her thoughts were preoccupied. The events of the Quidditch match lingered in her mind, especially Draco's possessive outburst. She had received several owls asking her to the dance, but she hadn't responded to any of them yet.
They began browsing through the racks, pulling out various dresses to try on. Ginny held up a sleek, emerald green gown. "This would look stunning on you, Hermione. Plus, it's Slytherin colors. Maybe Draco will approve."
Hermione rolled her eyes but took the dress to the fitting room. As she slipped it on, she couldn't help but admire how it hugged her curves. She turned to see herself in the mirror, and just as she did, Draco's voice echoed in her mind.
That dress is perfect. Imagine how easy it would be for me to tear it off you.
She shivered at the possessive tone, her heart racing. Stay out of my head, Malfoy.
You can't stop me, Hermione. You know you like it.
She clenched her fists, trying to push his voice away. Stepping out of the fitting room, she showed the dress to Ginny, who gasped. "You look amazing!"
Hermione smiled weakly. "Thanks, Ginny. But it is too much, I need to look for something more clearance level."
They continued trying on dresses, but Hermione kept coming back to the green gown, wishing she could afford it. As she was changing back into her clothes, Ginny pulled her aside. "So, have you decided who you're going to the dance with?"
Hermione sighed. "I haven't answered any of the owls yet. I just… I don't know. With everything that's been happening with Draco, I feel so confused."
Ginny nodded sympathetically. "I get it. He's been acting so possessive lately. But if I were a dude and saw you after your glow up, I would be possessive as well. Can't even lie, his claim during the game was hot."
"I feel like everyone in gryffindor hates me now because of it." Hermione groaned.
"Oh please, the girls are jealous of you and the guys are jealous of Draco. There is no hate." Ginny said, as they paid for their dress. Herimone settled for a simple gray dress with lace sleeves and a small v-neck. It did not feel as amazing on her as the green dress did but at least this one would not take 300 years to pay off.
After leaving the dress shop, the girls decided to grab a bite to eat at the Three Broomsticks. As they entered, the warm, bustling atmosphere welcomed them. They found a cozy booth near the back and ordered their food.
Halfway through their meal, Hermione's attention was drawn to a table across the room. There sat Draco, laughing and talking with a beautiful blonde girl. His eyes met Hermione's, and he smirked, leaning in closer to the girl.
Ginny followed her gaze and frowned. "What's he doing here with her?"
Hermione's heart twisted with jealousy. See something you like, Hermione? Draco's voice purred in her mind.
You're insufferable, Malfoy, she shot back.
And yet, you can't stop thinking about me. Why don't you come over here and join us?
You are a pig, I can't talk to men but you can flirt with other women.
Exactly right, my princess. Call me sexist and old fashioned. But just say one word and I will be all yours.
Hermione tore her gaze away, focusing on her food. "He's trying to make me jealous," she muttered to Ginny.
"Well, don't give him the satisfaction," Ginny advised. "You're better than that."
They continued their meal, but Hermione's thoughts kept drifting back to Draco. The way he was flirting with the other girl ignited a possessive anger in her that she couldn't quite understand.
As they finished and got ready to leave, Draco stood up, escorting the blonde girl to the door. He paused, giving Hermione a look that sent shivers down her spine. "See you back at home, Granger," he called out, his tone laced with dark promise.
Ginny glared at him as he left. "What an arrogant prick."
Hermione nodded, but her mind was already racing with thoughts of the dance. She had to figure out what to do about Draco's hold on her, and she needed to decide who she would go to the dance with and as she and Ginny made their way back to Hogwarts, she couldn't shake the feeling that the dance would be a turning point in the dangerous game she and Draco were playing.
Hermione walked through the corridors of Hogwarts, her mind still reeling from the tension of the day. She couldn't stop thinking about Draco, about the way he made her feel. It was a mixture of fear, anger, and a deep, unsettling desire that she couldn't quite shake.
As she approached the Head Dorms, she paused, hearing muffled voices coming from inside. She recognized Draco's voice, low and seductive, and another voice, feminine and breathy. Her heart pounded as she slowly pushed the door open, stepping inside.
The common room was dimly lit, and Hermione's eyes were drawn to the sight of Draco carrying the blonde girl from the Three Broomsticks towards his bedroom. The girl's arms were wrapped around his neck, and she was giggling, her voice filled with anticipation. He spun the girl around as he could feel Herimone's stare, Draco's eyes met Hermione's over the girl's shoulder, and he smirked, a dark, possessive gleam in his eyes.
Hermione felt a surge of jealousy and anger, but also a deep, aching desire. She knew she should leave, should turn around and walk away, but her feet seemed rooted to the spot. She watched as Draco carried the girl into his bedroom, the door closing behind them with a soft click.
Her mind raced, her body trembling with a mix of emotions. She could hear the muffled sounds of pleasure coming from Draco's room, the girl's moans growing louder and more urgent. Hermione's breath caught in her throat, and she felt a strange, insistent heat building between her legs.
She sank to the floor, her back against the wall, her eyes closed as she listened to the sounds coming from Draco's room. Her hand moved of its own accord, slipping under her skirt, her fingers finding their way to her aching core. She gasped as she touched herself, the sensation both thrilling and forbidden.
Draco's voice echoed in her mind, dark and possessive. Enjoying the show, princess?
Hermione's breath hitched, her fingers moving more urgently. Get out of my head, Draco.
I can't do that, love. You know you want this. You want to be the one in my bed, screaming my name.
Her fingers moved faster, her body trembling with need. She hated him for what he was doing to her, but she couldn't deny the pleasure that surged through her. Draco's voice was a constant presence, filling her mind with dark, seductive promises.
You're mine, Hermione. You belong to me, and no one else. Remember that.
She could hear the girl's moans growing louder, more desperate, and it only fueled her own desire. Her fingers moved in a frantic rhythm, her body arching as she imagined Draco's hands on her, his mouth on her skin. She bit her lip, stifling a moan as she felt herself teetering on the edge.
Suddenly, the door to Draco's bedroom opened, and he stepped out, his eyes immediately locking onto Hermione. The blonde girl's moans continued from inside, calling out for him but Draco's focus was solely on Hermione. He crossed the room in a few quick strides, his presence overwhelming.
Without a word, he knelt in front of her, his hand replacing hers between her legs. Hermione gasped, her eyes widening as she felt his fingers on her. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "You don't get to come without me, princess. Only I get to make you feel this way."
Hermione's body trembled, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. She wanted to push him away, to resist, but the pleasure was too intense. Draco's fingers moved with expert precision, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
"You're mine, Hermione," he whispered, his voice dark and possessive. "No one else gets to touch you, to make you feel this way. Do you understand?"
She nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes, Draco," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"Good girl," he murmured, his fingers moving faster. "Now come for me. Show me how much you need me."
With a final, shuddering gasp, Hermione's body convulsed with pleasure. She felt a wave of shame and satisfaction wash over her, her fingers clutching at Draco's shirt. He watched her intently, his eyes dark with possessive satisfaction.
As she came down from her high, Draco withdrew his hand, he smiled at the wetness covering them before quickly shoving them into her mouth. Herimone's eyes widen at the sudden taste, her tongue licking up her release as his eyes locked onto the movement. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear. "Remember, my good princess slut. You're mine. No one else gets to make you feel this way."
He stood up, his eyes still locked on hers. "Now be a good girl and stay quiet. I have unfinished business." He gave her a dark, knowing smile before turning and heading back to his bedroom.
Hermione watched him go, her body still trembling from the intensity of her release. She felt a mix of emotions—anger, shame, desire—but above all, a deep, unsettling need for Draco's touch.
As the door to his bedroom closed behind him, Hermione sank back against the wall, her mind racing. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but she couldn't help herself. The darkness, the possessiveness, the raw, unbridled desire—it was all too intoxicating. She was his, and there was no turning back.
Draco's voice was a constant presence in her mind, a dark, possessive whisper that promised pleasure and pain in equal measure. She knew she should fight it, should resist the pull, but she was too far gone. She was his, and there was no escaping it.
With that final, dark promise echoing in her mind, Hermione closed her eyes, her body still thrumming with the aftermath of her release.