Weak resolve
Bloody idiot! Why did she have to kiss him like that! She should’ve called the meeting off. She was so frustrated recently with Ron it completely possessed her to do something insane.
“Hermione, you’re a girl right?” Ron’s comment replayed in her mind. She saw red that day. How dare he. He’s acting as if she could never find a date. It wasn’t the first time he said it. She did have a date!
She had met with Viktor a few times. He wasn’t much of a talker. They were speak briefly before he took her book out of her hands and kissed her. Her mind always went back to Ron. If only he knew, that arse.
That’s why she didn’t feel a connection between them. Between the kisses. Viktor was kind yes, but she didn’t even think of him in the moment.
He was also too experienced and rough for her. Every time he tried to go further than snogging she had to stop him. They only got as far as removing her bra. He loved to touch her breasts. He was an expert with his tongue. He would suck on her nipples roughly. It was fine, she supposed.
One particular day when she was extremely cross with Ron, she met with Viktor. Once again her thoughts were not with Viktor.
Hell, her thoughts were not on Ron either. Malfoy had just owled her asking her to meet. He succeeded in his task. As Viktor began to kiss roughly down her jaw and neck, his stubble scratching her skin, her thoughts went to Malfoy. Stupid thoughts really. She thought about the times Malfoy had kissed her when she had met her guard down.
They were never rough. They were desperate yes, but they were not rough. It was soft and reverent. Like a silent workshop on her body. He would whisper promises through breaths ghosting her skin. He always said he wanted to be good. In those moment she almost could believe it. Believe that he was really made to worship her.
As Viktor continued his ministrations down her neck, his hand went into her hair. He pulled a bit harshly on her curls. Malfoy always pulled her hair, but it was a curious touch. He pulled lightly and then watched the curl bounce back to form.
Why the fuck is she comparing the two blokes right now? A hot older guy is snogging her why is she even thinking about Malfoy’s needy hands on her body.
Viktor had just removed her bra when she pulled back and pushed him away.
“I have to go to supper. I’ll see you tomorrow yeah?”
Viktor never got upset. He was patient. He simply nodded and kissed her before he departed.
She doesn’t know why she kissed Malfoy then. Maybe she was trying to see if his touch was really different from Viktor as she believed. After she ran out on him she went to her dorm. She could still feel his hands all over her. When his lips closed around her nipples she damn near lost the plot. He was so sensual and slow. He was deliberate in his ministrations.
Unlike Viktor, Malfoy who was supposed to be pathetic and needy, was slow and deliberate. All her stress relating to Harry and Ron left her body. He trailed hot kisses along her jaw. It wasn’t itchy like Viktor. She didn’t really know it could feel so soft. Viktor was her first kiss.
She fought herself when she felt the need to finish what had started. She was so frustrated. She didn’t get far with any of the boys and her body ached for release. But she didn’t want to finish to Malfoy.
She went to reach for her bag to work on homework or something to distract her when she realized it wasn’t there. Fuck. She was so afraid that Malfoy had actually turned her on that she ran away and left her things.
She wouldn’t go back right now, she didn’t want to face Malfoy. Her thoughts and feelings on him were even more wired and confused now. She resented him for so much bullying and pain that he cased. Yet, her mind kept fighting her, flooding her thoughts with memories of his lips on her body, of the things he’s willing to do for her.
She put her face into her pillow and groaned. What did she get herself into?
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“Earth to Draco!” Pansy snapped her fingers. They were at breakfast but Draco hadn’t touched a thing on his plate. His focus was on the witch across the hall. That perfect witch.
He could still feel her on him. His lips ached to be on her taut nipples. He was greedy. He wanted more. He never thought he’d get this far. He had settled for getting pushed around by her for the rest of his days, anything for a piece of her attention.
He thinks she’s finally accepted him. Accepted all of him. Yes he was a wanker sometimes, but he was also devout.
He has shown her twice now how good he can be to her. There is no way she hasn’t considered dropping the hostility. She did last night.
He knew she would go back after breakfast. Why? She wasn’t wearing her tie and she needed her things for class. It was perfect. He can get her alone again.
The Yule Ball is exactly in one week. He’s trying hard to convince himself that no matter who she chooses, he will be fine. Hopefully she would prance around the ball with HIS jewelry and HIS shoes. That’s all he needed. In his gut he still felt a stir of jealousy.
Hermione seemed keen on not looking his way. It was rather annoying. Look at me! He burned his gaze at her. But she stayed firm.
Draco had no shame. He waltzed around all morning sporting his half swollen lips. Theo said the Granger effect was in filling swing. He felt good. Confident.
He strode to the come and go room as soon as he saw her leave. He made sure to beat her there.
He sat on the chaise playing with the tie. When he heard to door open he sat up. His cock also sat up, ready for whatever was coming.
Hermione seemed lost in thought as she made her way through the shelves.
“Came back for more?” He beamed with a smirk.
She startled briefly and he saw a blush bloom on her freckled cheeks.
“Sod off. I need my things.”
Draco got up. Tie in one hand, bag neatly placed on the chaise.
She came up to him and took it off his hands. He looked at her. She was trying to keep composure. But her resolve was thin. Taking a chance he leaned in for a kiss.
She stopped him quickly.
“What do you think you’re doing?” She raised an eyebrow.
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Draco licked his lips under her palm that covered his mouth. The memory of his lips crashed down on her. She felt heat in her stomach. She quickly removed her hand away from there.
“Didn’t hurt to try.” He smiled.
Her breaths were becoming labored. Her body was begging her for release. She wanted to be angry. She wanted to hit him and tell him to never do it again. But her body was aching to finish what they started.
She thought about Ron for a moment. Would he ever want her this badly? Would she ever get a chance with him? She couldn’t wait all her life for him.
Draco waited patiently as her mind whirled. She glanced down at his trousers. Clearly he was eager.
She didn’t want to give him a sense of control. He didn’t deserve it. Then again, what did he deserve? He did things for her. He waited for her. He always gave up control.
She just needs to release her stress. That’s all. Nothing deeper to it. She repeated these things in her mind.
“Sit down.” She said firmly. He gulped and obliged immediately.
She stood between his long legs that were now spreading on the chaise with.
“You will not do anything unless I say so.” She crossed her arms.
“Yes.” He responded quickly.
“I need you to find out if the task is truly taking place inside the lake.” She said.
“Yes O-okay.” He looked up at her with pure devotion.
“Good boy.” She purred.
She straddled him just like the night before. He left his hands at his sides. Good. He is listening. She ran her fingers through his hair and he shuddered a sigh. Then, with a rough hand she dug her nails into his cheeks as she grabbed his face. His lips pursed from her pressure. She pulled in for a kiss.
Hermione is not daft. She had Malfoy on his knees for her, why wouldn’t she use him to get what she wanted? Anything she wanted. This was more for her release than for his fantasies. She was trying to convince herself of these things.
She moved her hands down to his to place them on her hips. Without breaking the kiss she began a slow grind. Her hands wrapped around his neck. He groaned into her month and she worked his cock through his trousers.
She kissed down his neck as he moaned. She set a tortuous pace. On a particular bite of his neck he pulled her hips down to apply more pressure.
The pressure was just enough on her cunt to make her groan. She pulled his head down roughly. Indicating where she wanted him. He immediately went to her breasts and unbuttoned her shirt, vanishing her bra wandlessly. She paused for a moment and sent him a death glare.
Their eyes locked as his lips closed around her finally exposed nipple. Her anger died quickly. He sucked and nipped softly, learning from her reactions. Her grinding became faster.
“Oh fuck.” He muttered around her nipple as he moved to give attention to the other one. “Fuck, ah!”
Her hips bucked. She was so close. She pushed him back with a hand on his chest. With a wet pop he let go of her nipple and sat back. She began grinding herself faster. He hissed at the action. His cock strained in his trousers as she worked herself.
“mmphh, ah!” He groaned, his mouth parted.
He was fighting himself not come before her, she could tell by the way he sucked in air and closed his eyes.
“Take what you need, yes. I’ll do anything you say, it’s all yours.” He heaved. To shut him up she brought her hand to his cheek. She put her thumb in his open mouth. He moaned around her finger.
At that, Hermione’s orgasm came crashing down. She spasmed on top of him as he watched her. His chest rising and falling hard. She had never came from just grinding. Was she that frustrated?
As she caught her breath and took her finger out of his mouth she could feel that he was still hard and pressed against her. His trousers were totally soaked where she had been working herself on top of him.
“Mark me. Please?” He said desperately as he grabbed the hand that had just come out of his mouth to place her ring and middle finger back in his mouth.
She wanted to say no and leave. But she stayed there watching him suck her fingers into his mouth. She removed them with another wet pop.
She went to his neck and started sucking hard. Viktor showed her this. She quite liked marking. Her mind tried to not to think too hard about who she was marking right now. She bit and lapped at the area.
“mphh ah- fuck!”His hips bucked and he groaned. He shuddered hard.
That’s when she felt something warm through his trousers. He came as she licked the bruise. Their combined arousals stained his trousers.
She pulled back to look at his face. He was still catching his breath. His pale cheeks were furiously red. His hair was disheveled. There was a fire burning in his eyes.
She could see his undying passion in them. She could see triumph too. It was almost cute. He was happy. He got what he’s been wanting. Hermione managed to get something out of it too.
She got up and fixed her uniform.
“Don’t look for me unless you have information.” She commanded as she adjusted her skirt.
“Yeah- Okay.” He said. There was a hint of frustration in his voice. Was he expecting more from her? This doesn’t change anything she told herself.
She cast a scourgify on herself before she walked out.
She found herself finally free of tension. Draco seemed satisfied and determined to have it happen again. There was also a hint of desperation and confusion in his expression. He’s probably wondering what this means for them. If it’ll happen again, and when.
Her mind was racing. Is this a mistake? Did it go too far? Will she be able to undo it?