"Come for a second round Malfoy?"
Draco took a bite into a partially sour green apple. He couldn’t get his mind off his most recent encounter with Granger. He needed to plot quickly on how he could elicit such a reaction from her again. It was absolute ecstasy. She was so angry. His cheek stung at the memory. Her hands were just made for it. Made for humbling him, the Malfoy heir. He could die at the strike of her palm and he would thank the Gods. But how can he coax her into doing it again?
Maybe he could slip something into the weasel’s dinner. But he didn’t want Granger to defend that wanker. He also couldn't catch her alone to tease her until she snapped. The two tossers were always nearby. Perhaps in the library? The two idiots would never be caught studying. Whatever he was going to do, he needed to do it soon. He couldn’t stand to wait longer.
He's been frustrated for days. He tried to get off on it a few more times since then but with the shame and pain gone it just wasn’t as satisfying.
“Draco don’t you think you should just, i don't know…tell her how you feel?” Blaise interjected his plotting. “Are you mad? Yea let me just go right up to her. Hey Granger! I have a massive crush on you. Yep me, the bloke who wished death on you last year!” He scowled. “Oh right, I forgot you are a total wanker.” Blaise rolled his eyes.
They had discovered his affliction during second year when they caught him sneaking out to the hospital wing several times to see her. He claimed he just wanted to appreciate the work of the Heir of Slytherin. Blaise and Theo were a pair of idiots, but they were no fools. Throughout their short time in school, they saw how Draco practically burned his stare into Granger’s back in every class they shared. Or how someone kept using a stinging jinx on Weasly every time he got close to Granger.
He will admit, he did have a bit of a stalking problem when it came to Granger. He feigned it all to be curiosity on what the golden trio was up to. But he watched her, fervently so. The best part of his day was following her around the grounds.
It's not Dracos fault he didn't know how to act when it came to her. It's not his fault his brain couldn't tell the difference between arguing and fucking. Or how her curls got wilder the more irritated she got. Or how her thighs rubbed together to create warmth when she was lost in thought reading in the library.
Do not even get him started on her lips. Her fucking lips. She has a habit of biting them when she's thinking, when she's reading, and when she's nervous. They were the perfect shade of pink. They matched her angry blush too. He wanted to be the only one to make her blush. He wanted to be the one doing the biting.
Control yourself Draco. Theo and Blaise are saying something but he can't hear them because he's thinking about how far down her chest her freckles go. He was absolutely helpless.
Fueled with determination he shot up and took one last bite of his apple before tossing it at Theo. “I’m going to see if those slimy gits left her side.” She needs to touch him or he thinks he might explode. “You prat.” Theo snickered and bit into Draco's half eaten apple. Blaise only gave him a sigh as he slumped into the chaise letting his head rest on Theo’s shoulder.
She usually likes to study alone during this time. The halls were dim and eerie at dawn. With luck, the library might be empty and it'll be just the two of them. There weren't a lot of people eager to be stuck in the library at this time anyway. He slid through the doors.
Madam Pince was looking over the shoulder of some first years. He looked around trying not to drag too much attention to himself for once. There she was, sitting down at her own table surrounded by stacks of books. He swallowed hard. He was half hard just by imagining what she was about to do to him -to do for him.
“Apparently know- it-alls don't take breaks, busy saving more half-bloods and creatures?” He sneered. She looked up slowly and unimpressed and didn't say anything. “What is it Granger? Did weaslebee and potty finally realize how crazy you are? ” He slid closer.
She looked up, “come for a second round Malfoy?” Fuck yes. “Of Course you think I'd be afraid of your muggle tactics.” his hips were biting the edge of the table where she was sitting now, trying to get as close as to her possible. “If I recall correctly, you were the one running away.” She was already turning red. Fuck, he needed this. “Well I’m right here Granger.” It was a challenge.
Do it again, please. Preferably harder and face to face so he can feel her chest rise and fall with anger against him. She slammed her quill into her parchment and began to rise and come around her seat. Gods. Just like that? That's all it took? It was too easy. He could do this all day.
They were face to face now. It was intoxicating. Her scent and her heat all directed towards him. He took a deep and slow breath. She quirked a brow and looked him up and down. Something caught her eye and she stopped at his crotch. His cock twitched. She furrowed her eyebrows before looking back up to him.
Fuck hes so obvious he needs to be…he needs…he- he cant even think straight right now. He was embarrassed now. She caught him. Heat began to creep up his neck and onto his cheeks. Her anger seemed to dwindle.
She scoffed and smirked. “Does it turn you on being a completely useless and insufferable prat?” Draco could think of several things he could be useful for right now. Would she be this aggressive while riding him? Or with his head between her thighs? He'd be such a good boy. She stared him down, awaiting a response.
He was at a loss for words. She wasn't angry. She was… amused? Well, whatever it was Draco certainly wanted more. Before he could say something she had already turned on her heel, her hair hitting him in the face. He almost wanted to yank her back to him. This wasn't over. But Granger calls the shots here. She left him standing in the library hard, needy, and untouched. Not even a shove or a finger to his face.
She had him on his knees for her and she didn't even know it. He desperately needed her hands on him to tell him how much of a prat he is. He would beg and please her until she told him how good he was. He wanted her approval and disapproval at the same time.
He needed a new strategy.