I’ll be a good boy
Draco spotted her immediately when he walked down from the castle.
She was laying on what seemed to be a transfigured blanket. She was on her stomach flipping through a book, immersed in whatever it was she was reading. She was wearing those godsdammed muggle denims he loved. They were tight fitting and didn’t leave much to the imagination. The view from up here was perfect. She was perfect.
Draco was nervous now. How could he approach her without scaring her away? He can’t be an arsehole like he usually would (although that is just how he is all of the time he can’t help it) . He’s done playing that role… for her at least. He wants his witch now.
Merlin. What a stupid idea that was. Treat her like shit and call her names for three years instead of just charming her like any other girl. He knew he was attractive. The girls of Slytherin house wanted him for his looks -and his immense wealth. Hell, just being the heir to the house of Malfoy and part of the house of Black was enough to have all those idiots at his feet. But not Granger.
She was perfect. “Purity will always conquer” his dad would say. Well Granger was the most pure soul he had ever seen. She was intelligent, gorgeous, a proper goddess if you asked him. All of that pure blood shit was utterly ridiculous. Granger was above all of them.
No pureblood Slytherin was worth half of her. Draco was close now. His words stuck in his throat. He could see this ending with a hex to the bollocks. Not that he’d ever give up on Granger though. She could kick him with a muddy boot and he’d wank to the memory of it for days. Any attention she had for him was as good as a kiss.
But he was impatient now. He got a slight taste of her and he can’t see himself letting anyone else try it. Just the thought of Potter or Weasley stealing her smiles, stealing her love, had Draco spiraling.
He has to be direct. His intentions have to be clear. He really is a prat though. He needs to dial it down. No more games he promised himself. He will have this witch.
“Are you avoiding me?” he approached her calmly trying not to alarm her. Stupid choice already, and he just got here. Fucking fuck.
She shot up immediately, gripping her wand and pointing it at him. “What the fuck Malfoy. You can’t just come up to people like that.” Her chest was heaving.
Fuck. She looks good like that. Chest heaving, a curse ready at her tongue, fear in her eyes- no calm down. He raised his hands showing he was no threat. Of course this wouldn’t work on his perfect girl. Always calculating, always making sure she had the upper hand. “Are you avoiding me?” He asked one more time.
“What the fuck are you talking about. I’ll have you know, the world doesn’t revolve around you Malfoy.” She tried to back away clearly flustered at his out of character actions. “You haven’t been at your corner in the library, you rarely made any appearances in the great hall, you didn’t even talk to Potter or Weasley if I was around, and you didn’t come out here to read in the last two weeks.”
“Stalking me are you?” She scoffed.
“Just observations.” He retorted but tried to keep his attitude in check. He needs her to see how good he could be. He needs to be good. He moved closer to her, her scent invading his nostrils immediately. Vanilla and parchment being the first. He took a deep breath, “I’ve been meaning to speak to you…about what happened between us the other day.” She scrunched her nose. “Nothing happened. You can’t be that dense.”
“Don’t try to act like you don’t feel it too.”
“Feel what.” She took a breath and tried to remain defensive but her walls were slowly crumbling. The predator becomes prey.
“This…tension.” He said and he looked at his hand that came to her cheek, pulling at a loose curl to watch it bounce back into shape.
She slapped his hand away. “Don’t fucking touch me.” Fuck that makes him hard. Her breathing was ragged, she was clearly as affected as he was. Why deny it any longer?
“Don’t you want to hurt me? Make me pay for what I’ve done to you and your friends love?” So close Draco. So fucking close. “I would let you teach me a lesson. You asked me if I wanted a reminder and I said yes, remember?” He smirked down at her. Ok now he’s coming off as an arsehole again. Dial it down.
“Anything you want to do. It’s yours love.” He said breathlessly as his control began to slip. He was painfully hard now. Just imagining her agreeing to something so deviant had his heart racing and his cock twitching. Her flustered face and seething anger didn’t help.
It seemed like she was about to yank his tie. Her eyes darted towards it and back to his face. She took a deep breath. “You’re sick.” She tried to move past him but instead his frantically grabbed her wrist.
“Wait. Please. Just… please let me make it up to you. I- I- please don’t ignore me.”
“I told you not to fucking touch me!” She pulled away.
“You don’t know what it does to me! I- I need to feel you. Please! I’ll do anything.” Fuck this isn’t going how he wanted it to. “I want you to sod off Malfoy, and never speak to me again. This- whatever this is, I don’t want it.”
“You’re lying! Please let me show you. I’ll- I’ll be good I swear! I know you want this too. I see it in your eyes. I know you need an outlet. Let it out- let it out on me. But don’t avoid me.” He was desperate. Why can’t she see how badly he wants her? “I don’t deserve it- I know. But I-.” He picked her wrist again and brought it to his mouth closing his eyes. “I need this, I need you…even if it’s just to hit me or-or yell at me. I want this.”
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“You’re insane!” Her face was hot, her chest rising and falling quickly. She tried to yank her arm away again. She struggled a little before he released her. Is that what it was then? Some sort of twisted crush? Some weird degradation kink? What the fuck. How can a person go from complete arsehole to a sappy git in a matter of seconds?
Draco’s cheeks were red. It was starting to get dark but the heat radiating off of him was strong. How dare he touch her. He has no claim. Was he jealous of Ronald, was that what that little stunt at dinner was?
Hermione can’t believe it. This whole time he’s been getting off at this behavior like it was some twisted cat and mouse game. Like if the arguments were flirtatious moments. Is this not humiliating? Suddenly he got on his knees. Her stomach did a flip.
“Anything you want. I’ll be a good boy.” He whispered looking up at her. Not too bad… no what ew stop. She can’t deny it though this is quite the sight… She almost smirked. She has the school arsehole here, begging on his knees right now! If only everyone knew what he really was, how pathetic he was.
Oh fuck it.
She grabbed his hair harshly making him meet her gaze. He whimpered again. Her stomach was tingling. Interesting, yes. “You are not to touch me unless I say so.”
Malfoy groaned. “Yes.”
She let go pushing him away. He pressed his hands to the ground panting. He sat up to his knees and sat on his heels. His chest was heaving. He looked up at her with that flushed expression clearly awaiting her next move.
“Up.” She still couldn’t believe this reveal. Draco sodding Malfoy wants her to touch him. And not just touch him. Hit him! For pleasure!
He shot to his feet. She got close. His breathing was alarmingly faster now. She did something insane. Fueled with disbelief and slightly turned on (although she’d never admit that part), she palmed his erection harshly. He groaned and shuddered while she just stared into his eyes that snapped shut.
“You’re pathetic.” She spat.
She turned on her heel and flicked her wand so her book flew to her hands. Malfoy didn’t say anything. His heavy breathing and her footsteps were the only noise filling the sounds of around the lake.
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Fuckkkkkk YES! Incredible. Absolutely perfect. She’s absolutely perfect. So hot. So good. He’s going to take that as yes.
Draco vanished the mess in his trousers and caught his breath before making his way up the castle. He can’t believe that just happened. Finally! Finally she knows. He can stop pretending now. At Least in front of her. Fuck that was so good. He needs more. How is he going to survive all summer without her?
He’s so close to having her. He needs to taste her. Drink her up. Claim her. Let her bite him, let him bite her. He wants to feel it all. Her pain and pleasure. He wants her to give him both, to her both. Anything she wants. He promised her that.
He’ll be at her feet whenever she pleases. He’ll be waiting for her to give him more.