Tell me I'm pathetic
Draco was so immersed in visions of Granger fisting and pulling the blonde hair at the nape of his neck that he didn’t seem to see the bludger coming right at his head. “For fucks sake Draco get your head out of your arse!” Laughed Theo as he flew past him. Quidditch practice is doing nothing for him in terms of getting his mind off things.
Rubbing the back of his head he left the field and made his way to the hospital wing for a headache potion. He swaggered into the hospital and pretended like he was totally not concussed right now. The headache seemed to vanish when he saw Granger on the Weasel’s bedside reading. He was outraged. That slimy git. That's HIS girl.
Wait, is that a cut on her cheek? What the fuck Weasley? Where the fuck did he take her? She looks tired. Every time she’s with those wankers she gets hurt. Draco would love nothing more than to take her away from them and keep her safe and all to himself. He decided he would lay low tonight, his girl looks positively knackered.
He watched her read for about an hour and a half before she said goodnight to the Weasel who -ever the gentleman- was already snoring. He’s going to follow her… to keep her safe of course. She has a habit of running into danger in these halls. She didn’t even spare him a glance as she exited and he let out the breath he was holding. She walked down the corridors and he followed closely behind.
She was gorgeous like this, clutching her books with her curls bouncing. So tempting. He could pull her into an alcove right now and mark her so the Weasel would back the fuck off. Focus Draco. What way did she turn? He could smell the vanilla wafting around the corridors where she just walked past. Suddenly at a sharp turn he lost her. Fuck which way did she go now?
“What the fuck are you doing Malfoy?” His heart practically jumped out of his chest as he came face to face with the angel. “Why are you following me? Don’t think I haven’t noticed it for a while now.” she continued. “I- I-“ he was a stuttering mess.
Wait… how many times has she caught him? Yikes. His skin went from pale to bright red giving him away. “I am not afraid of you. You can't intimidate me anymore.” She pointed the tip of her wand to his jugular and moved in on him. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
This is not a good moment to have raging boner. She has him pinned to the wall and he thinks if he didn’t have more self control he might roll his hips into hers and seek friction. “Well? Say something.” She raised her perfect brow at him. He’s afraid that if he opens his mouth right now might actually whimper. “You’re pathetic.”Fuck, say it again. He could feel his precum ruining his briefs already.
He’s been trying to get her this close for days now ever since the last encounter in the library. She caught him off guard tonight. He didn’t have a game plan at all. All his blood was rushing to his cock and his brain felt like mush. She pushed off him and dropped her wand back into her pockets. He was breathing hard. His face was flushed and he wasn’t sure how to proceed. She brushed her hands on her muggle denims and looked back up at him.
“Do you want to get smacked again? Or is it that you can't accept that someone actually did something back? You’re all bark no bite, a pathetic excuse for a man.” Fuck yes. Let it out, let me have it. His breath was ragged and all he could do was meet her gaze. “I think you rather like the reminder that you’re a miserable git.” She crossed her arms. Draco could feel his control slipping. “Yes.” He whispered breathlessly. She raised an eyebrow and seemed to come to a conclusion.
Hermione came up close once again and reached for her wand. She stopped herself and went straight for Draco instead. She fisted the back of his hair and brought him down to meet her face. “You’re nothing, you’re a pathetic, loathsome, piece of shit. You don’t even deserve a hex from me. Follow me or my friends again and I will bust your lip.” He hissed when she pulled harder. Draco whimpered. Actually whimpered! He’s lucky he didn’t moan.
Her breath was ragged as his now and hot on his face. He could feel her confusion at his reaction to her words. Suddenly she let go and Draco fell to the ground with a thud. “Fucking weirdo.” She looked down at him one more time before walking away.
Draco was seeing stars. Fuck. That was just- fuck. It was better than he could even imagine. He needs to go wank right now or he thinks he might combust. She's right. He is pathetic. But he wants her- no he NEEDS her. He’ll be so fucking good. He could make her feel so fucking good. He knows deserves none of it but it only makes him want her more.
Fuck, if being tossed around and treated like shit was all she will give him, he gladly accepts.