Flashforward
SCOTLAND. CORRECTION CAMP. EVENING
The air was still ringing with the insults they'd just exchanged when his slender fingers squeezed Hermione's wrist painfully. She tossed her head, glaring furiously into his eyes. And his own glance, already dark gray, stormy with anger, stopped on her lips. Hermione stepped closer to him as Malfoy jerked her sharply towards him at the same time. Their lips met.
When people who love each other kiss, it is gentle, pleasant and romantic. But a kiss based on hatred gives a special feeling. They kissed like they were trying to kill each other. His tongue penetrated deep into her mouth, making her gasp. Her teeth bit his lips painfully. There was not enough of everything: air, sensations, points of contact. With his other hand, Draco tugged at a strand of her hair, causing a muffled scream. Hermione wrapped her arms around his shoulders, digging her nails into them through his T-shirt. He growled and pushed her against the wall. She hit her back, choking, and he pinned her with his whole body in front.
They continued to kiss. Passion roared in the ears, moans mixed, there was not enough oxygen for a sigh. Hermione ripped up his T-shirt, scratching his back. Draco jerked away from her, pulled his shirt off completely and tossed it aside. Then he grabbed her hands hard, leaving bruises, jerked up, and removed her shirt in one motion.
The lips met again, the hands wandered over the body. Her fingers left red streaks on his back. His palm squeezed her breasts, and his knee spread her legs, forcing her to rise on her tiptoes.
- Dra…ko, — she moaned, breathing raggedly.
- Granger, — his furious whisper caused a desire for more, to infinity, to the end.
Her fingers took hold of the hem of his pajama pants, pulling him down. Malfoy sighed desperately and grabbed Hermione's hand with a sharp movement, pulling away. The guy was breathing heavily, his dilated pupils filled his eyes with blackness, not even leaving a gray edge, and he looked with the despair of a man forced to stop in the middle of saving his own life.
- Why? — she whispered.
Draco took a step back, releasing her hands, and sighed heavily.
- You don't want your first time to be here, — he nodded at the tiled wall, and looked out into the blackness of the hallway.
The pounding of her heart, rushing blood, still echoed in her ears. The lower abdomen was cramped with unfulfilled desire.
- How do you know what I want, — Hermione hissed furiously. — What's the difference anyway...
- My first time went something like this, — Malfoy replied. — It will be different for you.
She wanted to kill him again, but not with a kiss.
- What the hell are you doing deciding for me, ferret, — she advanced, resting her chest on his torso.
The self-confident expression returned to his face. He bent down, picking up his T-shirt and her T-shirt from the floor, throwing the latter right in her face.
- If it will be with me, it is necessary to consider my opinion. Or go get the Weasley.
With a T-shirt in his hands, he went to the stairs.
- Damn ferret, — Hermione howled, pulling on her T-shirt.
- I'm a fucking saint, — Malfoy whispered, striding down the corridor.