Let me help you
Hermione didn’t know what possessed her but she couldn’t seem to stop. One moment she was angry at Malfoy for following her around again, the next she had him pinned to a tree. But Gods. That rush of power, it was something inexplicable.
She doesn’t like Malfoy! She likes torturing him. Unfortunately, he likes it too.
After the little moment at the lake Hermione rushed off immediately. She was not expecting him to kiss her there. She was quite flustered really. She wasn’t turned on by the sight and feel of him at all. These are things she told herself over and over while she furiously made her way to Gryffindor tower.
She needed to get used to seeing Malfoy like this. Earlier was a simple mistake on her part. She was a bit flustered by the action she forget to push him away. He’s the enemy for Merlin’s sake. She needs to make it more…more mean! Yes! She needs to me meaner. Maybe she can be so cruel he’ll simply stop. Yes that’s a good plan.
Something in the back of her mind lingered. Malfoy saved her life at the Quidditch World Cup. She constantly thought about it. Was he really faking his hate this entire time? It was really annoying to think about. Why couldn’t he be normal and crush on her in a normal way?
But then again, he was protecting himself. If his father knew- fuck. Stop trying to sympathize with Draco bloody Malfoy.
Just because he showed he wasn’t who he said he was once didn’t mean he wasn’t still a git. He still makes fun of her friends and everyone around him. Could that be an act too?
Why is he so confusing. Which part of him is real and which part of him is an act? Every time he reacts to her touch the way he does Hermione can’t help but feel the need to explore more. Explore how she makes him feel. She needs to get it to together!
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All the boys in the common room kept talking about the tournament. It seemed like the entire castle was buzzing with energy. The new toys -as Pansy liked to call them- were the talk of the town.
About every girl from every house seemed to pay more attention to them than what was sitting right in front of them. This made Draco uneasy. What if one of those slimy gits hits on his girl!?
Krum seemed to always be where she was. This thoroughly annoyed him. Especially because she requested Draco not follow her around. Which was probably the most difficult thing to ask of him. That or stop calling the weasel and scarhead names.
Draco needed more of her. Her skin was absolutely perfect on his lip. Made for him. So soft and warm. He saw a few moles too. Three to be exact. Lining down towards her hipbone. He made sure to mark them with his wet lips and tongue. He traced a line between the moles. She tasted just like imagined he would.
He was on cloud 9. The fact that she even let it go on for that long was a fluke. Maybe she’s finally getting around to the idea. She’s close to being completely his, he can feel it.
He wanted to take her so bad that it made focusing in class extremely difficult. Focusing anywhere to be honest. When it came time to announce the Triwizard Tournament champions he didn’t even see who had gotten it. He was more interested in memorizing her features from across the hall.
Gasps erupted and he snapped out of it.
“What the fuck?” Pansy whispered.
“Couldn’t handle not being in the spotlight in sure.” Blaise added.
What are these two dolts on about? Oh. Oh that’s not-
Draco was extremely annoyed. Once again stupid Potty had to be the center of attention. And ofcourse Hermione hugged him and held his hand in support. Always trying to make himself the main character or something. He can’t get enough. He wants the glory and the girl. But that’s Draco’s girl.
“He’s a cheat!” A Slytherin boy yelled across the table.
Students around him started laughing.
“Potter's a champion, I'll bet he's been practicing all summer!" He said loudly. The possessiveness in him was bubbling. Not only was he annoyed by Potter’s constant need to attention, he also really disliked when Hermione fed the behavior. Comforting him, helping him get away with it, all the things she did for Potter that Draco would never get.
Crabbe and Goyle snickered. Blaise smirked in approval and Theo, well Theo was always in his own world. The idiot started clapping for Potter. “Woo! Chosen one once more!” Draco smacked him across the head. To everyone else it probably seemed like he was too mocking Potter.
He caught Granger’s eye. Oh fuck. She’s pissed. Well if she’s going to punish him for this he hopes she ties him up again. Every time she humiliates him he discovers more about himself. He didn’t know he was into the whole bondage thing until she threatened him with it. Cheeky witch.
Draco needed to catch her alone again. He had been itching for it for days. Hopefully this new development in Potterland meant that he’ll be too busy plotting with the twat weasel. Draco will have her all to himself.
Pansy was snickering during breakfast the next morning. “I heard he paid another student.” She said it just loud enough for Granger to pass by and hear. “He’s a champion! He’s a champion!” Draco mocked. He had already planned on making something in support of Diggory because fuck Potter.
Granger’s hair seemed to stick up and out when she was angry. The electricity coursed through her. It was so bloody hot. He could tell she was trying so hard not to react. He waved goodbye to his friends and followed her. She’s looked concerned all morning he wanted to see if she was ok that’s all.
Once they were on the seventh floor he went up behind her. Before speaking he inhaled her scent, parchment and vanilla immediately hitting his nostrils.
“So which one is it, cheating or paying?”
She quickly whipped her head around drawing her wand. In a flash the wand was at his neck. He backed into the wall and raised his hands in defeat.
“Do not.” She said digging her wand into his neck.
“Have I been bad, love?”
She dropped her wand from his face and schooled her features.
“Fuck off.” She said gripping her school bag tightly.
She didn’t look like she was planning to entertain him today. Draco grabbed her wrist.
“Come on, it’s just a bit of fun.”
She immediately pulled her hand off him pushing him. “Don’t fucking touch me. I don’t have time for this.”
Draco really wished there was a place only they knew. Somewhere where they could drop the teases and he could just love her the way he wished he could.
Suddenly the wall behind him began to morph. Hermione immediately backed away even more.
“What is this?” She asked. She’s adorable. Draco noticed that she hated not knowing things. She always found answers.
“I don’t know.” He came up here to follower Granger to Gryffindor tower almost everyday, and he was sure there was nothing on the wall across the Tapestry.
Draco knew she was curious so he turned to open the large door.
“What are you doing?”
“Don’t you want to know what’s inside?”
She rolled her eyes. She seemed like she was mentally checking the time. That wanker Potter must have probably requested for her help in winning the tournament. With her strength and intelligence she was sure to win if she was chosen.
The door creaked and Draco peaked inside. “Interesting. I was just imagining a place just like this.” Hermione seemed annoyed with him now.
“Move.” She pushed him aside to go in. She gasped. The room was filled with large oak shelves. Books upon books stacked and placed everywhere. There was a large green chaise and a table in the center. It reminded Draco of the Malfoy library. Hermione flocked to the bookshelves immediately. She came back to the present when Draco closed the door behind him.
“Do you like it? Looks just like the library at my manor.” He was already imagining her in his home. Their home. Granger roaming the library while he carried her books. Sitting on the chaise to have a quiet read. Her belly swollen with his heir. Hermione turned to scowl at him.
Draco was lost in thought smiling like a crazy person. She didn’t even say anything as she looked around one last time before she turned. She didn’t want to leave he could see that much in her expression. “Wait!” He ran after her. “Don’t you want to have a look around?”
“I saw enough. I don’t know what this room is, and besides you’re here.”
“Don’t go. I promise I won’t bother you. I know you don’t have class until 11. It’s barely 9 am.” He really wanted her to get accustomed to the mystery room. It could be their little secret. A perfect place to hide her away.
She sighed deeply before she went to drop her bag next to the chaise. Draco was trembling a little bit. He was nervous that she would leave him alone. The place was made for them. He wanted her to enjoy it as much as he did.
Whatever the room was, it seemed personal to what they wanted. He wanted a place to hide her and be himself, he knew books and a cozy atmosphere was just perfect. He imaged it up just for her and the castle responded to his request.
He loomed silently behind her as she dragged her fingers on the spines of the books on the shelf. She turned to scowl at him. “Do you plan to follow me around here too?” He shook his head and felt his face turn red. He gave her some space and went to sit on the chaise. He pulled out a green apple he had in his robes and began to eat.
Hermione came back with a book he had never seen. She stopped dead in her tracks when she noticed there was only one seat and it happened to be occupied. She looked as if she was trying to will the room to pop out a new seat but the only thing available was a large four poster bed in the corner. She looked at the bed then at Draco who sat up in his seat praying that she would willingly sit next to him.
She made her way to the bed and sat down. She removed her cloak and rolled up her sleeves. She had this tenseness about her all morning. He hoped it would relax her. Draco’s heart was pounding. He got up slowly and made his way over there. Hermione had just laid in her stomach when a shadow obstructed her view. She looked up to stare at him. No words. There was just a silent plea in his Draco’s eyes.
“Can I-“ he coughed. “Can I watch?” He felt himself turn red at his question. Very vague. She was laying on a bed in front him and he really asked if he could watch. Watch what exactly? His cock was hard just at the implication.
She looked back down to her book. “Don’t talk.”
He swallowed hard and shook his head. Slowly he went to the other side of the bed and sat down.
They stayed like that for what seemed like 20 minutes. Draco was antsy. He finally had her alone. All he wanted to do was pin her down on the bed and kiss her senseless. She was still laying on her stomach and he opted for sitting up so he could watch her better.
He was dazed by her smell and the view of the back of her thighs in her knee high socks. So dazed in fact his idiot self reached for her thigh. He hooked his finger into the sock and traced the line of it. When she tensed, he remembered she was real. Not just one of his fantasies.
She closed her book in an instant and turned around to sit up.
“Did I say you could touch me?”
She moved close to his face. Her knees almost touching his. “I-I- I’m sorry.” He was painfully aroused now.
She scoffed and moved her hand to grip his hair.
“You make fun of friends and you think you can just waltz in here and get what you want?”
Their faces were inches away. He licked his lips and her eyes looked down at them for a second then back up. The tenseness of her shoulders was much more noticeable up close.
“Are- are you worried about him?” He asked.
“What does it fucking look like?” She responded bitterly.
She let go of him and moved away taking a deep breath.
“Let me help you forget about it, even if it’s just for a moment.” He closed the space again. He was behind her now.
Hermione looked back at him furiously. She pushed him roughly and he fell on his back. The bed thumped loudly.
He wanted to reach for her, let her straddle him so he could knead into her thighs. Massage her worries away.
She recognized the look in his eyes and immediately cast a light incarcerous on him and ropes came to bind his wrists.
He was angry now. He wanted to touch her freely. He was desperate for her. All of his anger died when she straddled him.
“What could you possibly offer me?” She said in a biting tone.
Draco was breathing hard. She wasn’t soft and light. She made sure to put a painful pressure on him. Well what she believed was painful felt delicious to him.
“Please.” He groaned. He wanted to be free. To touch her. Ease her tension. Her nails dug into his neck. “Shut up.” She responded.
Draco was feeling quite rebellious today. He bucked his hips slightly. Most involuntarily because he was so turned on his body was seeking friction. Hermione faltered slightly, the hand around his neck let go suddenly and came to his chest as she tried to regain her balance. She took in a breath. “Stop moving.” She commanded.
“Please let me touch you. I’ll be good.”
She pulled on his hair making his head sink further into the mattress. He hissed.
She started a slow painful grind on him. Draco hissed again. He needed more. He needed it harder.
“You’re pathetic.” She said almost breathlessly. “I don’t want your hands on me.”
Draco groaned when she moved again and her hand went back to his neck. “One day-“ he breathed raggedly, “one day you’re going to beg me for it.”
Her nails bit hard into the side of his neck.
“I know you’re nervous for him. I can fix it.”
“You don’t know shit.”
“Don’t I?” His tied hands reached for her abdomen. “Let me help you.” It was hard to grab but he was bound just enough for his arms to jointly hold her.
She looked down at his hands and then back up. She slapped him. Hard. The room echoed the noise. Draco moaned.
“You don’t know how it feels. He’s in danger and you’re spreading rumors about it like it’s a funny!” She let it out.
She attempted to slap him again and Draco grabbed her hand with his both of his. He needed out of these ropes.
“That’s it love. Let me have it.” He let her go and she went to hit his chest. Once, twice, and then she stopped. Taking a shaking breath.
“You’re an asshole.” She said through her shaking breaths.
She stopped moving and Draco took it as an opportunity to touch her face. “Release me.” He whispered. Hermione was hesitant but she finally gave in.
In one swift motion he turned them around. She gave up on fighting him. He kissed her neck and whispered into her ear.
I’m sorry I wasn’t good.
Everything will be fine.
He’ll be fine.
You look amazing when you’re angry.
He told her all those things between kisses and running his fingers through her hair. She relaxed into it closing her eyes for just a second.
He held her tightly. If he let go she would go back to hostility and leave. When she opened her eyes she looked at him. She still looked angry but at least she was more relaxed.
Be mine. Be mine. He pleaded with his eyes.
“Get off.”
He wanted to say no but he did it anyway. Hermione fixed her hair and put her cloak back on.
“It’ll be alright, love.” He said.
She glared at him incredulously.
She didn’t say anything but he could see in her red cheeks that she was fighting to accept him.
Hermione walked out without saying a word.
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Fucking fuck. So much for being extra cruel. Why the fuck did she let him kiss her again?! stupid stupid. Harry is probably looking for her. Ron has been distant all morning. He needs her and she went exploring with Malfoy. What is wrong with her?!
That room though. She will be going back. She found some interesting books. Ones that could help Harry.
She refuses to admit that it does something to her. She almost felt ok in his presence as she read. When he touched her she remembered who it was and became upset. She won’t admit that it slightly turned her on to be on top of him like that. No. She was just… angry.
Why can’t she refuse Draco Malfoy?