Tussle | By : Ravengirl7 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 31455 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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AN: Sorry for the long wait on this chapter. I'm a little worn out from work!
Hermione lay in bed in Gryffindor Tower, but like most nights recently, she couldn’t sleep. It had been a week since she had come down sick in the hospital wing with Draco. The two of them hadn’t had the opportunity to be alone since the night of their heated broom ride.
Well, they had been alone in the infirmary but Madam Pomfrey was always in the next room and there was no way of telling when someone would drop by to visit. Draco was particularly annoyed with the frequency of Ron and Harry’s visits. Ron had come very frequently; Hermione suspected it was because he was avoiding Lavender.
Draco had gotten well faster and of course, there was no way for him to visit her without drawing attention so it had been a few days since she had even seen him. Ever since the first time, Hermione’s body had been demanding more action. She almost wished there was a way to sneak him up into bed with her, but that was just absurd.
She twisted in her blanket, wondering if she and Malfoy would ever get the opportunity to shag in a bed like normal people. If she had a boyfriend in Gryffindor, it would be easy enough… as long as you were good at casting some charms for privacy. Life would be so much simpler if Ron desired her instead. She briefly wondered what it would be like to have Ron in bed with her but guilt settled in her chest and she abruptly halted the fantasy.
Wait, why did she feel guilty? Should she? It’s not like she and Draco were in a real relationship. Hermione tried not to think about their future often because it dismayed her. There were only a few more months left in the school year and then what?
She would go home to her parents for the beginning of the summer, and then of course she would be at the Burrow. Draco in the meantime would be…
Hermione frowned suddenly. Draco would still be here at Hogwarts. He had a home to go to, but there was no one there… except possibly his Aunt and Draco, like most people, didn’t want the company of Bellatrix Lestrange. Thinking of him staying alone in the castle all summer made her sad for him.
If only there was something she could do. Really, the best way to help him was to help defeat Voldemort. She wished there was a way he could join the Order but… who would believe his intentions? And it wasn’t like Hermione could speak on his behalf. Even without the Lover’s Knot spell, she couldn’t even imagine how she would explain things… ‘Yes, Malfoy is the son of a Death Eater and has been a total prat to everyone for the past six years but he and I have been snogging for a few months now and I think we can trust him.’
She hadn’t even suggested to Malfoy that he join the Order; no doubt, he would think it was a waste of time. Draco might be against Voldemort but other than that, he was still… Malfoy. His family had agreed with Voldemort’s policies and it was only their fall from favor that had changed things.
Hermione knew she hadn’t always worried this much about what was going on with her and Draco’s… relationship before. She pressed her face into the pillow. She shouldn’t have slept with him. Now she was having all these ridiculous daydreams about the future and worrying about whether or not he would get tired of her now that he’d had her. And now she was sleepless from worrying about his bloody home life.
She was letting her emotions muddle things. This wasn’t what she wanted, she really didn’t want to have any serious emotions where Malfoy was concerned.
She sucked in a calming breath. It was only natural to be attached to him. Physical chemistry often made people feel close to one another when really it was just the sex; but her stomach turned at the thought that he might want her only for the sex.
Not for the first time in her life, Hermione wished she could just shove all her emotions into a box and shove them under the bed. Or, if not that then maybe she could just shut of her brain and enjoy without worrying about what happened tomorrow. She sighed as she looked at her alarm clock. She was supposed to be awake in less time then she liked. She should really ask Madam Pomfrey about some kind of sleeping draught.
***
“What on earth do you mean?” Draco said incredulously.
Hermione was wringing her hands nervously, glancing out the window of the empty classroom they were in. She had just given Malfoy some news that he didn’t seem to enjoy.
“I’m just saying that maybe we jumped into things a little too quickly that’s all”
“Quickly? Granger, you made me wait months. Several months.”
He gestured with his ringed hand, “I have ensorcelled myself to earn your trust and-“He sputtered becoming red in the face, “You just cannot do this. You can’t stop when we’ve already started-“
“Who says I can’t?” She retorted indignantly, “I got caught up in the moment and… I enjoyed myself but I’m not sure I want to continue at that level.”
He threw his hands in the air and made a sound of disgust.
“Look,” she said, getting angry, “I’m allowed to make this decision you know, it’s not all about what you want.”
Draco’s eyes blazed, “This is about Weasley, isn’t it?”
“What?” Hermione was genuinely befuddled.
“Don’t get cute; I know he broke up with that twit he’s been snogging today.”
“Wait? Ron and Lavender broke up?” Damn, she never knew what was going on in this school. “Draco, Ron is not involved in me making this decision.”
“Like hell! You were fine before but now all of a sudden you’re backing off?”
“I’m not saying that I don’t want to, I’m just saying…” Hermione couldn’t finish the sentence. She was too emotional to shag him? Merlin, if she told him that she was trying to back off because she had started imagining what it would be like to… live with him or what her parents would think of him… Draco would run screaming away from her and never look back if he knew the crazy things that had been running through her head lately.
Hermione sighed and slipped her arms around his waist. “I’m not saying no to everything… just no to that… for a little while.” He still seemed flustered; she ran her mouth up his neck but he pulled away from her.
“Gosh Granger, I don’t think I’m ready for snogging, we should wait.” He said in a mock-worried voice.
“There’s no need to be vindictive,” she said irritably.
Draco picked up his bag and moved to the door. “Really, I want to kiss you, but last time it was just the moment.” He said mockingly as he walked out of the classroom.
“Oh fuck you Malfoy! You are such a child!”
Draco wagged his finger, “I believe you mean, ‘fuck yourself Malfoy’, unless you’ve suddenly changed your mind.”
Hermione flicked her wand, sending an inkpot sailing at him, but it smashed on the door as he slammed it closed behind himself
***
Waves of anger were still rolling off her as she stormed through the common room.
Harry frowned in concern, “You all right?”
“Sod off Harry!” she snarled and she stormed up the stairs.
Harry’s mouth hung open for a moment, and then he shook his head and went back to his homework. Between whatever the hell that had been and what Ron was going through with Lavender, Harry was glad for once that he didn’t have any more girls in his life than he already did.
***
The following day after class Hermione tried to reason with him again.
This is stupid. Since I won’t shag you again you won’t touch me at all?
Yes.
You are an idiot.
No, not at all. I just don’t want to put you in a position where you might compromise your high morals.
Could you stop all this nonsense… I really want to see you.
Oh really?
You have no idea.
Well, if you have any urges I’m sure Potter and Weasley can see to them. I’m sure between the two of them they can figure out how to unhook your bra. It might take them the better part of the day, but I have faith in them.
You are infuriating.
True, well I’m off to take a nice long shower, and then I think I’ll just hang about nude for a while. Enjoy that picture.
Hermione slammed the little notebook shut. Why was he being such a total prick about this? Did he honestly think she was interested in Ron… well… that she was more interested in Ron than she was in him? No, Draco was just being the spoiled brat that he was. He was spiting her because she wouldn’t do what he wanted.
An image of Draco in the shower with soap bubbles running down his lean back to his perfect bum ran through her mind and she groaned. Of course, she wanted to shag him, but sometimes you just couldn’t always do what you wanted. Stupid naked Malfoy.
***
Draco was very irritated. He swept his lit wand in a circle, checking the darkened classroom. He assumed Granger was doing the same in the classroom on the opposite side of the hall. It had been well over a week since her horrid announcement that she wouldn’t be shagging him again anytime soon. She said she needed to think and that didn’t bode well.
No doubt, she was thinking about how much better off she would be with Weasel. Draco kicked a chair out of the way. Oh, she’d have a grand old time with that halfwit. They could have a litter of ginger brats and live in a hovel since that was the Weasel family tradition. Well if she preferred that sad future to him then that was just fine.
Draco snorted. What future could she have with him? If he lived to see Voldemort dead, which was a very big if, then what? Everyone he knew hated her, everyone she knew hated him, and a lot of the time, they hated each other.
What did it matter; everyone else he knew had fucked off somewhere. He shouldn’t be surprised when she did too. If he could live without his housemates, and he could live without his parents, he sure as hell could live without her.
“Draco.”
He turned at the sound of her voice. Hermione stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips.
“We need to talk,” she flicked the door locked with her wand.
Here it came, the part where she told him it was over. Well he didn’t have to listen. Draco swept his wand toward the door but it wouldn’t budge. Damn! The spell must me linked to her wand.
“That won’t work; the spell will only dissipate when I tell it to.”
“Well I figured that out Granger,” he glared at her. “If I really wanted to get out I could use the Imperius Curse.”
Hermione rolled her eyes, “Please, you’d set off the wards and every teacher in this school would come running.”
Draco’s breathing quickened. He really didn’t need this right now. All this time being away from Granger made him realize that he didn’t really have much else going on in his life. All his homework was done on time, all his class reading finished, he was studying, it was deadly dull.
“Why have you been avoiding me?” she asked pointedly.
Draco crossed his arms in front of his chest and remained silent, since no earthly power could make him admit that it was because he didn’t want to be discarded.
Hermione’s eyes glittered, “I knew it!” she snapped. “You got what you wanted from me and now you’re just going to ignore me is that it? I should have known you would just go back to being a selfish piece of shit once you were finished with me!”
Draco felt his own fury rise in response. So she was going to make it his fault, that he didn’t desire her enough? He snatched her elbow and pulled her close.
“Finished with you?” he hissed. He leaned in close, his eyes boring into hers. “Granger, I haven’t even started getting what I want from you.”
He lunged in kissing her hard. All his pent up frustration poured out and he yanked her body close. Ever since they argued the first time they had avoided contact, not even brushing against one another in the hall. Now he had to feel all of her.
He expected her to fight him, but instead she came back at him just as furiously. Her hands slid roughly through his hair and she rubbed her body firmly against his. Her hands slid down his back and she grabbed his behind, digging in her nails. He growled, thrusting himself forward against her. She cried out, needy for him. He pulled her top off before yanking his own shirt over his head.
He yanked the straps of her bra down and cupped her breasts, giving them a rough squeeze. She cried out tilting her head back. He slid his hands firmly down her body. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and lifted her up, tumbling her onto a nearby table.
He unfastened those ridiculously tight muggle denim pants she liked to wear and yanked them down. Handily, they took her knickers down right along with them.
Hermione looked up at him panting, her eyes dizzy with desire. Draco unfastened his trousers and kicked them off. He grabbed one of her ankles and lifted her leg up and to the side. She leaned up, clinging to him as she kissed him fiercely. Draco thrust forward and she yelped into his mouth.
She enveloped him tightly, and as he pressed inward, she gasped. He paused for a moment, the small part of his mind that could still think worried he might have hurt her but she growled and broke the kiss.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she threatened before attacking his throat with her lips and teeth.
Gripping her thigh, he began to move in and out of her. She gripped his shoulders tight, her whole body moving with the force of his thrusts. He clenched his teeth. Judging by how hard her nails were digging into him and how loud she was getting, neither one of them was going to last very long. Sure enough, Hermione gave a sharp cry and arched her back. Her channel flexed and it was too much for him. He buried his face in her shoulder as he finished, thrusting wildly.
Exhausted, she fell back onto the tabletop, Draco slumping forward on top of her. They lay together in silence for a while, panting and sticky with sweat. Draco rolled onto his back, leaving an arm around her shoulder.
“So much for waiting until I figured everything out,” she grumbled.
“Granger, I don’t think I could have borne it if you did.” He slid his hand up her belly and between her breasts letting it rest over her erratically beating heart. He bent his head to kiss the soft skin.
“Well, abstaining didn’t really help me,” she admitted, sighing as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. As soon as she said it she realized she had lied. Being away from him made her realize how much she missed his company and it made her realize how very attached to him she was.
Not sleeping with him wasn’t going to help at this point; the damage was already done. She was more fond of Draco than she should be and it was going to make her miserable when things came to their inevitable conclusion.
His fingers slid between her legs cutting off her train of thought.
“No time for thinking Granger, we have a lot of screwing to catch up on and it is my personal mission to make sure you can’t walk strait in the morning.” He said seriously.
His fingers maneuvered and she groaned. She recalled wishing there was a way to make herself stop thinking. Sex with Malfoy seemed to be both the cause of, and solution to too much thinking.
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