Im kind of -no im REALLY- into this
SLAP
Hermione’s palm met Draco’s cheek. It was… it was pure bliss? Satisfaction? Draco didn’t know exactly how to describe what he was feeling in this moment but he had never been harder in his life. She touched him! Actually touched him. It wasn't just the usual fight this time. Gods if it wasn’t the most gratifying thing he had ever got to experience. No one had ever dared to stand up to him like that. Ofcourse, she was the one to do it. Her and her infuriating brown eyes. Eyes that only looked at him in contempt.
Gods. Those eyes. So disrespectful. He loved it. He LIVED for it. Everytime he could find a way to get under her skin, he made sure he didn’t even blink. He needed to capture the moment perfectly. She always got so close. He wanted to make sure he could map out every single freckle. He knew the exact shade of red on her cheeks. He wanted to make sure he was burning the image of her perfectly irritated face in his memory.
Today was one of those days. She came down the hill and excitement boiled in his stomach. She was angry, incredibly so. Her curls danced in the wind as she approached, the weasel and scarhead trotting not too far behind. He was making fun of that oaf Hagrid and his stupid bird. He practically got that thing killed.
He knew this would garner her attention. If it didn’t, he would think of something else. But here she was, running right up to him. His breath caught. She was close. Closer than ever before. Her anger was seeping out of her. Fuck. Maybe he overdid it this time.
“YOU!” Yes darling. “You foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!” The wind picked up in their direction, pushing a curl towards him. Gods. He wanted to suck in as much air as possible. It was like she was dipped head to toe in his amortentia. Freshly cut roses, parchment, vanilla, old books, and ink. Warm and inviting.
She was so close he could almost taste the vanilla on his tongue. “Hermione! He’s not worth it.” The weasel called out. Fuck off. Draco has been itching for this fight all week. Perfectly planned. He was going to get the elephant man in trouble for letting that giant chicken harm him. He was going to make sure Granger was there to witness the reprimand. She was going to stand up for the oaf and Draco was going to relish in the attention she was gong to give him.
The weasel was trying to defuse their argument before Draco could even come up with a retort. He wouldn’t get to say anything though because in that very moment, Granger slapped him into another dimension.
So good. So fucking good. Her hands were cold. He could feel the shame of his actions in the biting cold of her fingers as they collided with his alabaster skin. It stung. He thought he ought to be angrier that someone had dared to lay a hand on him. But then again it was her.
This was just amazing. She was amazing. The stinging mixed with the pleasure of having her attention fixed on him for even just a moment was euphoric. She did so good today. Perfect wank material. He made sure to memorize her features before he ran off.
He made his way towards the dungeons and got far away from Crabbe and Goyle as possible. Once he was inside the common room he made sure to book it to his dorm. The Slytherin common room was cold, mysterious, and quite uninviting to non-house members. Slytherins do not share.
Draco had his own dorm deep within the dungeons. Salazar was a genius for selecting the dungeons. Vast underground space and a little bit of extension charms made it so that all boys and girls had their own living quarters. It was in moments like these where he thanked Salazar for the privacy. He ran past Blaise and Theo who were waiting for him on a velvety chaise eating chocolate frogs. “Mate! How did it g-“ Theo didn’t even finish his sentence before Draco slammed his door shut and cast a silencing charm.
He frantically undid his belt and pushed off his trousers. The moment he felt her soft hand he practically came in his trousers. Just the memory of it had him hard again. He reached down immediately and started stroking, replaying the moment over and over in his head. She was so angry and so close. She hit him and it felt like a kiss.
He touched his cheek, which was still sensitive. Hissing at the feeling, he began to stroke faster. He fisted himself in earnest.“Fuck.” He said through gritted teeth. No one had ever done something like that to him. He knew he liked their little arguments. But going as low as letting her hit him just to feel her touch? It was wrong. It felt good. Too good. Humiliating almost. But if she told him to beg, he might just. Suddenly the image came to his head.
Granger straddling him and telling him he didn’t deserve it. She would tell him to get on his knees and beg for it. And he would. He would bury his face in her stomach, clutching and begging her to let him taste. Licking her up and down desperately until she would say yes. She would straddle him once more and let him prove himself. Good boy. Draco spurt all over his left hand grunting loudly through his release.
That was so humiliating. But he had never come faster in his life. He needed more. Now that he knows what her hands felt like on him he knew he would not get enough by just arguing. He needs to feel her again. What can Draco Malfoy do to get Hermione Granger to touch him again?