No more games
“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.” She made sure to pull on his hair harder to mark her point. Draco whimpered and she felt…well she felt quite satisfied to say the least.
Quite odd. What the fuck? Last week he had a hard on in the library when he tried to provoke her. And now this? Is he mad? Oh Godric… he is actually turned on by this.
What kind of sick joke is he playing at here? He’s always trying to rile her up and she’s starting to suspect he has other motives. Not to mention the fact he has tried to thwart Harry’s plans and set him up for trouble multiple times. Everywhere the trio goes he always seems to be there.
Hermione is not daft. She has felt his presence everywhere she goes. She knows she’s not bloody mad. What ever the fuck this is, it ends here. “Fucking weirdo.” She spat and let go of him. She decided that she would not give him what he so obviously wants again.
Back in her dorm she kept replaying the image in her mind. He was flushed, or even aroused. It wasn’t the first time she’s caught him stalking around. He was always conveniently nearby, always staring, always picking on HER. Not even Harry, his alleged arch nemesis got this much teasing.
She always thought, did he hate muggleborns or did he just hate her? But these few times were different. He was sloppy, distracted even. Her brain obsessed over questions until she knew all the answers. Malfoy was the most infuriating one she has ever had the displeasure of working on.
She didn’t want to dwell on it too much. What’s his deal? Did he like her? Ugh that would be even worse. Or maybe bullying people in general turned him on? He is a prat after all.
She decided that she would simply ignore him. As satisfying as it is to see him squirm she had to stop. If he tried to piss her off she would walk away. She can’t give him that satisfaction. Clearly he was getting more out of it than she was.
She can’t deny, it was rather enjoyable. He’s had this a long time coming. Clearly no one ever denies that prat anything. She feels an odd tingling sensation in her lower belly at the thought of putting Malfoy in his place. But no, she can’t let him get the best of her.
It is more satisfying to watch him fail at getting a rise out of her. She tried to convince herself of that but the imagine of a flushed Malfoy, at her mercy with that look of fear -dare she say adoration- persisted. Focus Hermione. He doesn’t deserve to have that. He’s an arsehole bully and he should be treated as such.
With all the time travel, near death experiences, and unmasking of truths, Hermione was too knackered to be dealing with the likes of Draco sodding Malfoy. Whatever he’s playing at, she has no intention of continuing. The end of term is near and she has a full summer to stay away. It’ll be easy to avoid him. Hell, with how embarrassingly he reacted to her little stunt in the corridor she was sure he’d try to avoid her himself if he knows what’s good for him.
The rest of the weeks flew by and she did not spare him a glance. She could feel his stare burn into her back during meals. She purposefully sat facing away from the snake's table. Some days she even skipped and headed straight to the library after making sure he didn’t follow her there. She simply couldn’t let him win whatever game he thinks shes playing with him,
Today was the last dinner before the end of term. “Mione, can you pass the roast beef?” Ron pointed in the direction of the plate, his mouth full of food. “Ronald, stop speaking with your mouth full.” She laughed it off but it did really annoy her. She grabbed the plate and slid it towards Ron who was sharing a story about Charlie’s amazing seeker skills.
“Thanks Mi.” He beamed. Ron did a double take of her face when he grabbed the plate from her. “You’ve got a little something, here let me.” He moved his hand to her face and rubbed the corner of her lip with his thumb. He blushed furiously at his own actions and was about to say something when he jolted in his seat. “Bloody hell!” He looked around to find whoever just jinxed him in the ribs.
“What’s wrong mate?” Harry said, also looking around the room. She turned around in her seat trying to see who was responsible. She was met with the death glare of Malfoy who was furiously twisting a ring on his right hand. His jaw was tense and his silver eyes felt bottomless as she took him in. She tried not to lock eyes with him but it was hard to ignore his stare. She sneered and whipped her head back around.
“Probably one of the snake's cruel jokes as always.” She concluded. But then, a crazy thought entered her mind. What if we try to figure out Malfoys intentions?
She leaned into the table where she was facing Ron and reached for his face to rub a napkin on his cheek. “Ronald stop waving your hands about like a mad man you’re getting gravy all over your face.” She cringed internally. She tried to make it sound light, flirty almost. He was blushing again.
Ron didn’t get a chance to respond before his glass exploded. “What the bloody hell was that?!” Ron exclaimed. “First years.” Harry rolled his eyes. Interesting. The dinner went on and Hermione continued to feel Malfoy’s gaze on her.
It was oddly fun to test him. Why did this specifically bother him? How else could she rile him up? He always tried to piss her off. Why can't she do the same? But what's his deal anyway? She needs to investigate more. Harry moved to talk to Wood who was very sad about leaving his team after graduation.
She took this chance to move and sit next to Ron. He wasn’t even that funny or charming per se but she had to act it up. He would tell a joke and she would pretend it was the funniest thing in the world. She got closer to him at one point and during the next joke she lightly pushed him on the shoulder.
That’s when she saw Malfoy get up. His shoulders were tense and his fists were balled at his sides. He was breathing hard through his nostrils. His jaw was tense and he was slightly red in his ears. Their eyes connected briefly and Hermione tried to hide a slight smirk that was creeping onto her face. He took a deep breath and began stomping away from his table. Interesting. This might be useful in the future.
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What the fuck. Draco thinks if he doesn’t walk away from this nightmare of a scene and goes back to his room he might use an unforgivable. Is that a fucking smirk in her face right now? Is she teasing him? Fuck. He needs to have an angry wank or something. Gods, that bloody witch. She knows what she's doing.
All month she's avoided him. He was losing his mind. His girl. His fucking girl. He felt like he was dying without her. She didn’t even look in his direction. Some days he couldn’t find her at all. It's like she knew exactly where he was in the castle at all times. He thinks she’s ignoring him on purpose. When he tried to fight with Potter she didn't even try to defend him. She just turned the other way.
He’d do anything for her to look at him even for a second. During dinner she did. But then the Weasel ruined everything. He lost control. He made a bloody glass explode from anger. That’s his witch. He doesn’t care how shitty she treats him. She’s his. She's the only one that has power over him.
He's a Malfoy for fucks sake. He has all this power to relinquish to his witch and she doesn't give a damn. It was infuriating and it only makes him want her more. Fuck it makes him so hard. She’s confident, strong, and a bloody genius. She was made for Draco. A powerful witch for a powerful wizard like him.
He's losing his patience here. It's suffocating at times being so close to the object of his affection -fine, the object of his obsession and not being able to touch her the way he wants. He would take her however she pleased. If she wants all the control she will have it. If she wants him to be in control then he will do that too. He would really like that.
As much as he'd beg on his knees for her, once he had her permission he'd ravish her. He would make sure to remind her who she belongs to. Gods, he really does need an angry wank. Draco knows he is a possessive man. Once he has his hands on her he doesn't plan on letting go. He’ll be so good to her.
He's about to spend yet another summer holiday far away from her. He needed to see her desperately. Last time was a dream come true. The way she was holding him made him almost believe she wanted it too, that she enjoyed it as much as he did. And enjoy it he did. It was probably the hottest thing that had ever happened to him, second to Hermione's slap.
He was so lost in the sensation he let it slip that he was enjoying himself. At this point he almost didn't care. He wanted her so fucking bad. What if he propositioned her? He would let her use him, take out all her anger on him. Would she be into it? Would she let him worship her? Gods, that is a crazy thought. But he really is desperate for more.
She usually goes to read by the black lake after dinner. Knowing her, she's already packed and ready to go. She’ll have time to spare. Draco was halfway to the dungeons when he decided that he was going to try his luck. What if she touches him again tonight? It would be a great parting gift.
Hell, If he plays his cards right he might be able to show her how badly he wants her. He would be so good. Maybe she is into it. He’ll be convincing. He's done beating around the bush. She has to know. He cant let the Weasel get to her first. She cant ignore him, she has no right to end this.
He will have her.