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Despising You	By : Chillkat Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 24289 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Draco had no idea what he was dreaming about, but he knew it wasn’t his father. The first clue could be the fact that he was extremely aroused at the moment and that just wasn’t the type of feeling he received in his nocturnal “meetings” with his father. Pain yes, complete arousal—out of the question.
Before he could process another thought about his current condition, soft warm silk ran down the side of his legs. He nearly groaned at the beautiful feeling. Merlin was that not the hottest thing he has felt in quite some time?
Though he was immensely enjoying the silky hot smoothness wrapped around his leg, his groggy mind started to throw up red flags. Why wasn’t he seeing the source to his arousal in his dream, just pitch-blackness? Just as he was about to analyze that question, his chest was quickly enveloped in that soft heat thoroughly kicking all reasonable thoughts out the door. Good Merlin did it have to feel so good? Is this how it feels when a man hasn’t fucked in quite some time or properly wanked off either?
The soft moan gently vibrating his chest was the last straw to the enigmatic game. Fighting off the last pulls of sleep, he quickly opened his eyes, the moment he did so he wished he hadn’t.
Looking down towards his chest he slowly took in the sight of familiar russet curls. At some point through the night he must have turned on to his side allowing her to access his person so easily. Draco could feel her face pressed against his naked chest, letting out small puffs of air against him. Lifting the cover to confirm the rest of his “feelings” he disgustingly recognized her bare leg draped over both of his legs.
The rage that pulsated through his mind was incomprehensible, but she would never feel it because he was staring over her head at her scepter lying on the nightstand on her side of the bed. Draco still had his ring on, ever since that night when he damned near killed her he decided to take no chances, though killing her now was an appealing option. But what really made the situation the absolute worst, what really topped all else his bloody arm was wrapped around her bloody waist holding her in the bloody spot.
So close was he to shoving her onto the floor his fingers twitched at the thought. Another soft moan escaped from the area of his chest. Slowly in surprised horror Draco watched her arms come out and wrap around his neck, effectively pressing every part of herself against his body. This time his groan couldn’t be suppressed. Dammit--Granger was a closet vixen!
Fine, he was going to show her why they called him the Slytherin Sex God of Hogwarts.
Grabbing her leg he slightly adjusted her so that he could press the problem she created directly against her. What he expected was her head to shoot up and her eyes wide open in complete horror. Not another lengthy moan and a tighter hold.
Draco could feel himself losing his grasp on his control. The white and gray of his eyes slowly turned pitch black, completely swallowing his gray eyes in a sea of black.
8*8
Hermione couldn’t understand why she felt so hot; it felt as though she was trapped in an iron cage dangling over an inferno. Turning her body to try finding a more comfortable position she was a little frustrated to realize she couldn’t move. Her sleepy mind was just too tired for this. Why in the hell could she not get comfortable? But she was too tired to open her eyes? But damn it to hell she couldn’t sleep like this.
Pushing back the curtain of sleep in her mind, she was a little surprised to find the trapped feeling gone as she opened her eyes. Sitting up with a yawn Hermione looked to her left. Empty. Where was Malfoy? Not really worried, she knew he had to be somewhere in the house or outside it wasn’t like they could go anywhere, she grabbed her wand and put it back on.
8*8
Sitting on the edge of the tub with his head in his hands Draco did his best to control the darkness within. Seconds ago he was so close to doing something completely regrettable. Every ounce of his strength was used to fight at the consuming feeling. What would he have done to her? The possible scenarios made his blood run cold whilst at the same time boil.
He still wasn’t quite sure how he got away from her so quickly; he was seconds from being caught but the next thing he knew he was in the bathroom.
Shaking his head he tried to push back the thoughts with little success. If her eyes were to clash with his black abysses Draco was positive she would have fainted. If she would have seen the dark intentions running through his brain, if she could have felt his heart jump at the anticipation of her fear.
Draco wasn’t sure if he could ever control it.
8*
After a couple more minutes of deep breathing Draco opened the bathroom door and walked out to the kitchen.
Hearing the bathroom door’s familiar squeak she turned to see Draco sit heavily in one of the chairs. The defeated look on his face worried her. Quickly turning back around she grabbed their breakfast all the while thinking what she should say or do.
If she asked him what was wrong she knew that he would just close up on her but if she did nothing how would that help their overall relationship. Setting the bowl in front of him along with a glass of orange juice she sat down across from him.
“I think practice is going to be rather hard today, since he said, “rest up good” yesterday.” A grunt of agreement was all she got. Arrggg this was frustrating. How the hell was she supposed to talk to a Slytherin?
“Do you want to argue?” The innocence that shocking statement traveled on was incredible, Draco just stared at her for the longest time. Was she trying to be understanding? He smirked; Granger was trying to talk to him.
The intensity in those brown orbs though allowed him to throw his judgments aside for now.
“I am not sure I can control it,” His statement was heavy, but Hermione knew not to say anything yet, he needed her to listen. “Every time I think I have a hold on it, my control snaps and I end up having to fight for it back again. It feels like I am always losing to the darkness in me, at this point I am not sure if I can ever win.”
Silence, it just hung between them like a pink elephant, Draco was quickly starting to regret saying anything. Looking up from his clenched fists, which were laying on the table, his eyes widened when he saw her smile ever so softly at him. What the…
“You know it’s rather odd actually I have some knowledge on warlocks but absolutely nothing on sorcerers.” Her ironic laugh eased him a little as he continued to listen. “No matter what you may believe or what anyone says to you, warlocks are not evil, from my understanding you’re just a very primal and powerful brand of wizards. It’s kind of like that pure blood thing you’re always going on about,” her eyes drifted from his a bit, Merlin his gut clenched at the look that passed in her eyes.
“Your blood or power, whichever you prefer, you might say has not been diluted it’s very much raw and uninhibited. The fact is you need to learn and control your natural urges that’s all. When I spoke of controlling the beast within you, when we were in the greenhouse, I was talking about not being afraid of your power but facing it head on, and you succeeded it seemed. But now it seems that you are fighting within yourself again.”
He was a little shocked and uncomfortable when she grabbed both of his wrist and held them down. Of course he could get away from her anytime he wanted but he was curious as to where this was going. “Draco, you must understand that this “it” you refer to is yourself, it is not some deep dark entity, it is you its always been you. The only difference is that your body has realized its potential and wants your mind to catch up and take a hold of it, when I said claim the beast I meant claim your very identity.”
Hermione wasn’t sure if anything she said got through to him, Malfoy just sat there with an unreadable face. Feeling rather stupid she let go of his wrist and was about to get up, but he quickly grabbed her wrist reversing their previous position.
“Sometimes I think I am going to do something I have no control over.” His head was bent and his white hair hung down like a curtain blocking most of his face from her view. But the depth of his statement carried on his dark voice was worrying.
“Draco, I must stress that you are not possessed by anything, everything you feel is your emotion at the time even if it is subconscious.” His head shot up as if he was just branded, he released her wrist with an almighty speed. What did she say?
“What…?”
Getting up he began pacing, everything she said made sense there was no denying that. Granger was rarely ever wrong. But if that was the case, he could very well blame his earlier actions on her wanton-sleeping actions towards him.
Hell, he was only male so it made sense for him to respond so fiercely especially since he has been deprived of a good wank in so long.
Looking back at her, he furtively watched as she put up the dishes and clean up. Granger wasn’t actually hideous nor did he really put any merit into his dirty blood theory, so technically it really was just his natural male instincts kicking in and nothing else.
Draco felt so good he nearly smiled--nearly. The prospect of getting a handle on his situation though was invigorating.
“Look I am not sure what I said,” Draco looked up to see her standing in front of him wringing her hands nervously. “I was just trying to…”
Stepping closer to her Draco effectively interrupted her, looking down at her he smirked.
“Your advice has been helpful.” With that he walked away leaving her standing in the middle of the room. “Come on Mr. Fuckhead will be here any minute.”
Hermione had no idea how to respond, but just to follow him out the front door.
8*8*8
“Today we will take a more advance approach. Both of you will be working on a particular skill.” Mr. Plympton turned towards Hermione, “You Miss Granger will take and offensive position while Mr. Malfoy takes a defensive.
Walking towards the Slytherin Mr. Plympton stopped directly in front of him. The older man’s scarred face betrayed no emotion as he stared at the tense Slytherin. “Mr. Malfoy you will use a technique that closely relates to apparation—phasing.”
“Ooohh phasing that is such an advance…” Both Draco and Plympton sighed when they realized that she was starting her rambling.
Ignoring her chatter Plympton continued but in a much lower voice, “you will find that phasing will come naturally to you since it seems that you have already performed it today.” The professor smiled at the young man’s response to his knowledge. Continuing in a louder voice effectively cutting off the Gryffindor’s tangent, “phasing requires one to quickly react while concentrating on your next desired location. I do not expect you will have any troubles.”
“Now for you Miss Granger I need you to attack using a storm.”
“Excuse me, could you repeat that.”
Frowning at the act of repeating himself to the girl, Plympton gave her a stern look before replying, “You heard me correctly, I want you to summon and control the storm taking out your enemies with it.”
“How in the world do I use a storm to fight with and how am I supposed to create one, I am not sure I can recall a spell for one.” She was staring at the man as if he grew another head.
Draco smirked as he watched the professor’s indifferent façade slowly deteriorate to irritation. Granger had a special way of seeping into the nerves past all erected barriers only to slowly drive one insane. Draco was just glad she wasn’t directing that annoying talent towards him, the professor needed a little dose of what he had to live with.
“You are a sorceress now, and sorceresses posses the abilities to summon nearly anything without spells.” Crossing his arms, causing his gray robes to billow around him, he continued, “I will allow you only a few minutes of practice before the test begins.”
Hermione was completely at a lost, how the hell was she supposed to conjure a storm. Looking back at the professor she wasn’t surprised to find him gone. Stomping her foot she swiveled around to see Malfoy giving her that insufferable smirk.
“Oh and what do you find amusing? Your in no better position than me so if I were you I would start practicing if …” One moment she was staring right at him and the next he was consumed by a black flame, literally in the blink of an eye. “ Wha…!”
“You mean practice phasing,” spinning on her heels to where the voice came from, she came face to face, face to chest actually, with Malfoy.
The wide eyes and mouth agape was just so pleasing Draco couldn’t contain the devilish smile. “I think I pretty much have the idea behind mine, too bad you cannot say the same.” Letting out a deep laugh he started to walk away.
“How did you learn yours so fast?” The fact that she was asking him a question was too good to be true but the fact that she said it with that desperate confusing tone made it absolutely delicious.
Turning back around he took a good look at her, the mass of brown hair was hanging down around her face down to her lower back today, picking up the sun at just the right times giving her those natural reddish highlights. Since they rushed getting out here Draco assumed she didn’t have time to put it up.
Capturing his intentions fully however was her face, her heart shaped face was staring at him full of that annoying innocence, begging him to help her with the task.
One moment Malfoy was looking at her with his usual arrogant smirk the next he was frowning at her so hard she had to advert her gaze. What did she do?
“Maybe its because I’m smarter than you, did you stop and consider that Princess?” Casually he circled her as he taunted her with his question. The unladylike snort of dismissal didn’t surprise him in the least. “Ask me.”
“Your out of your bleedin’ mind.” Crossing her arms she tilted her chin and ignored the Slytherin circling her. Hermione even did her best to ignore his deep laughter that vibrated her chest.
“Time is wasting Princess. Tick-tock…tick-tock.” Fiendish delight coursed through him as he watched her will waver; he knew that Granger could never allow herself to fail an assignment. Hermione Granger would have to beg him, Draco Malfoy, before this day was over.
“Help me…” Oh yes here it comes, Merlin he was so on edge he may well be getting aroused. All he could do was stare at those pink full lips as they were about to deliver words of a lifetime. “Or I refuse to make the Dutch-apple-pie I was going to make you tonight, or the lemon custard tarts for tomorrow, nor the chocolate cake.”
She nearly laughed in his face at the fall of his expression, Merlin she had him now.
Never underestimate a Gryffindor, especially the Princess of all the cursed fools. By the teeth of Merlin he thought he had her right where he wanted her. It was just like their chess games every time he started a game with too much confidence she tore him to pieces. However, what Draco could hardly get over was when in the bloody hell did he become so gluttonous? Those sweet delights she spoke of had him dreaming. Pathetic, he was becoming a Weasley.
Grabbing her arm he jerked her unceremoniously to him so that her back was pressed against his chest. Leaning down so that he was but a breath away from her ear he spoke, “I better get my dessert tonight Princess.”
Since his hand was still around her wrist allowing his arm to cross her body Hermione could feel every vibration of his chest. “Wh..which one do you want?”
Draco wondered if the little Gryffindor even knew that she was playing along to his innuendo filled banter. But he definitely caught on to her slight stumble on words.
“Whatever you want to give me princess.” Letting go of her hand he watched her through an impassive face as she turned to stare at him with those brown innocent eyes.
“Is lemon tarts fine for tonight, I need more ingredients for the others.”
What a killjoy.
Rolling his eyes he changed subjects. “Yeah sure make whatever. Ok from what I have seen you already do, storms are created from your emotions. Usually anger, though lets try and avoid that emotion at all cost.” He waited for her determined Gryffindor nod before he continued, “The best advice I can offer you is to see yourself completing the task. Actually picture the storm you will create the size, intensity, everything. Basically that is what do when I want my claws or I conjure something without a spell.” He held out his hand and flexed it producing shiny black claws before flexing it again before making them disappear.
“Ok I think I have got the whole of it.” Summoning her scepter from her neck she held it out in front of her. Closing her eyes Hermione started to imagine the worst storm she ever witnessed, like a faint heartbeat she could feel the magic in her body pulsate steadily becoming stronger. Concentrating she did her best to locate just the right part of her magic to create the storm.
The wind started to slowly pick up around them; Draco looked towards the tree line behind them and watched as the trees started to sway rapidly. Well no one could ever accuse her of not being a quick learner. Giant black clouds effectively blocking all sunlight were quickly swallowing the blue sky, by this time the wind was becoming rather violent.
“Hey maybe you should…” The second she opened her eyes to look at him the storm seemed to lose control. As if she was a feather amidst chaos she was blown towards the cliffs edge.
Her scream was deafening.
All Hermione could do was close her eyes as her body was being hurled further out into the black sky.
A warm grip wrapped around her ankle, yanking her in the opposite direction. Opening her eyes she found herself in a tree with Malfoy.
8*
Like lightning itself he watched as Granger’s frightened face recognize him and instantly react. It was a rather odd feeling to have her wrapped around his body like a koala, her legs held his waist in a vice grip while her arms were molded around his neck. Her cries and unintelligible sobs were buried in the crook of his neck.
The moment he noticed that the winds were getting out of hand he tried to grab onto her and tell her to stop but it seemed the moment she opened her eyes she was in midair.
When he realized she was actually being carried out of the cliff he reacted, next thing Draco knew he was in the nearest tree towards the cliff’s edge reaching out to her foot dragging her back towards safety.
Watching the storm slowly disperse Draco awkwardly put an arm around her shaking figure and jumped back down to the ground. The landing didn’t seem to faze her in the least she was thoroughly glued to his person. Leaning against the trunk of the same tree he waited for her to slowly come around.
Still with her legs wrapped around him Hermione leaned back with both hands braced on his shoulders. Draco’s hands were splayed on her lower back to keep her up right as she stared at him.
Draco never saw a more pitiful sight, the usually confident Gryffindor had red eyes, tear stained cheeks, quivering lips, and a slight case of the hiccups. Though as pitiful as she looked Granger was dead set on explaining her case to him. Minutes from her impending death could not stop Granger from rationalizing.
“I was thinking one minute, then I was…`hiccup’…the ocean…so high…going to die I just knew it…then you…” That was as far as she got before she launched her head back to its original position on his shoulder and started crying even harder.
Never in a million years did he expect to find himself in such a position. There was not one clue available to let him know just what to do now. Draco never comforted anyone before, this was all new territory for him, and it was all that asshole Plympton’s fault. If he would have told her how to use the damn storm maybe he wouldn’t be literally wrapped in such a mess.
Although he wasn’t too keen on the sobbing in his ear, Draco decided not to disturb her, Granger’s irrational fear of heights was put to the limit seconds ago so he would give her this once in a lifetime opportunity of comfort.
“Draco?” the pitiful enunciation of his name brought his attention back towards the girl.
Hermione felt so weird in her position, but she couldn’t make her body stop shaking. Sniffing she slowly brought her gaze from his neck to his gray eyes. “I refuse to do it and I don’t care what that man thinks.”
Shifting their position a little so he could get comfortable against the scratchy bark, he let a slight smile grace his lips. “You will do it. You might not like it but you will do it.”
The way he sounded so sure of himself about the situation infuriated her, pushing against his hard chest Hermione tried to untangle her legs. However, the tightening of his grip on the small of her back held her firmly against him while she basically sat on his forearms.
Before she could speak he began talking. “I believe I might know what the problem is.”
Draco knew that would get her attention, thankfully stopping her incessant wiggling, though it was rather amusing to see her small fist push against his larger frame. Draco never realized what a dominant position this could be; she really couldn’t do much but squirm in his hold.
“As I was saying, your control over the storm was doing great until you became distracted and scared. Its rather obvious Princess,” her eyes narrowed expectedly, “you were getting scared of losing control weren’t you?”
The Slytherin’s half lidded eyes filled with silent laughter and his condescending attitude annoyed Hermione to no end, making her struggles start over again. “Let go of me Draco Malfoy, I don’t need your help!!”
Ignoring her fist pummeling at his chest and shoulders Draco spun around so that the Gryffindor was now pressed against the tree and himself. With the flat of his stomach pressing not too gently between her thighs as he brought his smiling face to her shocked one.
“But I think you do need my help Hermione Granger,” dragging out every syllable of her name. “For you see, you are a frightened to death about turning into an insane maniacal laughing banshee.” Since she couldn’t move Hermione decided she wouldn’t look at him, turning her face so that he faced her cheek she stared out at nothing particular in defiance.
He had to admit the girl knew all his buttons, taking one hand from her hold he grasped her chin forcefully turning her angry brown gaze back to him.
“In a way I don’t blame you for being scared, but as long as you have this,” Hermione watched as his hand slid away from her chin and ran along her choker, she didn’t even realize it was back on her neck, “ you will be fine. Think of it as a tether to your sanity.”
Receiving her small nod he let her legs slide down his body onto the ground.
Running her hands through her tangled hair she followed him back to the clearing.
“Thanks for saving me,” a nod was all she received before she continued. “How did you get to me so fast anyways?”
Turning around to face her with his full fledged Malfoy grin, he ran a hand through his shoulder length hair, giving her the complete signature Malfoy-bad-boy-look. “Princess would you believe me if I told you I phased.”
Deep dark laughter filled the clearing when he received her, “your-an-asshole-look.” Merlin, was it lovely teasing her.
8*
“Now that both of you have learned your appointed techniques I shall explain the rules of this challenge.” With the wave of his hand an army of gray shadow like figures appeared behind him. “There are approximately 32 targets behind me they will attack you with and without magic. I will be lenient enough to tell you that they use low level ice based attacks. The real challenge in this lesson is to work with what spells I have allowed the both of you.”
“One more thing before you begin,” reaching into the folds of his voluminous gray robes he pulled out a small brown drawstring sack. “The two of you have improved greatly and I shall reward you with two-hundred lire.”
Hermione and Draco turned to look at each other simultaneously already knowing precisely what the other was thinking. That money could ease their workload tremendously.
“However, only if you can protect it from them.” Plympton’s patronizing voice continued.
“Son of a bitch I knew there was a bloody catch.”
8*
Both of them were sitting on the ground back-to-back panting from fatigue. Their clothes were soaking wet from Hermione’s storm but they were too tired to move. It took them nearly an hour to take down all the enemies, Draco was positive he couldn’t phase even if he so desired. In her lap Hermione held the drawstring sack, she was far too tired to divide it up though.
“I have absolutely no energy left after that giant storm I had to summon. I am so tired, I am not sure I can go and work for Agnese today even if I wanted to.”
“For once Princess I agree, bloody hell it feels like I was hit with one of your damn lightning bolts.”
“For a second back there I thought I did, it was a near miss.”
“Comforting.”
Her small laugh made him realize what they were doing. By the beard of Merlin they were being civil. Letting out a groan he slowly started to get up, eliciting a whiny moan from the girl that was leaning on his back. Making sure he was stable he offered her a hand.
Grasping her small hand she looked at him square in the eyes. “Weird isn’t?”
Giving her a tired smirk he hoisted her up from the ground. Only Granger was quick enough to catch on to unspoken things like that, he would allow himself to admire that one trait from her, besides her cooking of course. “Yeah.”
Making there way through the door she flopped her body onto her usual spot on the couch ignoring the state of her clothes. She watched as he did the same to his designated chess chair.
Hermione hated to admit it but Malfoy’s body was in such great shape. Every night right before he took his shower, no matter how long he worked in the fields, Draco would do what seemed like millions of push-ups and sit-ups. Two of her arms barely made up one of his, leaving her feeling like a dwarf next to him.
“So I guess this means you will be skipping your nightly workout?”
The look he gave her made her laugh so hard it began to hurt.
Draco let a small smile graced his features at the sight of her laughing while holding her sides in pain. Making people laugh at things other than malicious jokes wasn’t really his specialty, but watching her made him realize it wasn’t all that bad.
8*
Leaning on his sickle Draco wiped the sweat on his forehead with his forearm. The sun seemed to have settled directly above the patch of wheat field they were working in that morning. Today Draco was working with the usual lot, Boleslaw and two other guys that worked for him off and on.
Boleslaw was a decent guy he was quiet, surprisingly intelligent, and strong as a Hippogriff. The other two guys were a different story, Draco figured they were some sort of criminals that made some sort of bargain with the Ministry to opt out of going to Azkaban.
With their memories obliterated and powers taken they were sent here. Draco never gave them an ounce of his attention; they were no better than street goons. They lacked any sense of self worth and decorum. Breaking the law was all well and fine but to behave like a base thug, no there was absolutely no excuse for such behavior.
Ignoring their unintelligent conversations that always seemed to be filled with vile jokes and raucous laughter was usually an easy task, until he heard them talking about a familiar brown-headed girl.
Looking in the direction they were looking in he shielded his eyes from the sun to catch a glimpse of Granger walking through the field towards him. That morning they were nearly late for practice thanks to Granger.
Waking up before her, Draco took his shower expecting the brown haired sorceress to wake up and cook breakfast while he was showering. Not only was she not cooking when he got out she was not awake either. In the exact spot he left her, face down in her pillows, Granger was all but dead to the world.
Draco tried nudging her but to his surprise she giggled. It was probably one of the oddest things he has ever witnessed, a ticklish Granger—a sleeping ticklish Granger no less. Of course he had to nudge her a few more times in the same spot on her flank, just to see if he was correct in his assumption, effectively causing her to laugh herself cognizant. Shaking his head from his musings he focused back on the topic at hand.
Before they left that morning she told him that she would be coming home early since all she had to do was deliver fruits, he figured that was why she was wearing a dress. It was a knee length pastel green dress with small yellow flowers at the hem. As she got closer their lecherous laughter got louder.
Taking his sickle Draco raised it over his head and brought it down hard lodging the entire blade into the hard ground, the laughter ended immediately. Turning to Boleslaw, Draco told him he would be back, ignoring the small smile that graced his usual stoic face.
Meeting her half way Draco planned on asking her, without being too kind, why the hell she was out here. The glass being thrust in his hand however, made him reconsider.
“I brought you some lemonade.” Slowly he took the expected sip from the chilled drink before giving her a smirk.
“Awww thanks Princess I had no idea you cared,” ignoring her frown he continued. “Are you done already?”
“Yeah, I am just heading back to the cabin.” Draco didn’t notice before that her other hand was wrapped around a bouquet of wild flowers. With her hair down and her spring colored dress on holding a bunch of flowers Hermione Granger looked cliché, girly, and somewhat—pleasant.
Frowning he turned away and started back up the field.
“Thanks for the drink I will see you shortly.” Draco didn’t need to look back to see the confused and irritated look on the girl’s face. Listening for her footsteps to fade away towards the tree line he walked back to where his sickle was embedded in the ground. With little effort he plucked it from the earth and started back to work.
“Go home Draco we are mostly done for today,” Boleslaw’s burly voice halted Draco’s actions, before the Slytherin could argue the man continued. “I will need you the day after tomorrow,” With that Boleslaw started finishing the last portion in Draco’s area.
Seeing little point in arguing the stolid farmer Draco headed towards the cabin.
Hermione wasn’t even sure why she brought that ungrateful jerk a drink anyway, it was actually her drink in the first place but when she was passing by the field he was working in she thought he might be thirsty.
That was your first mistake Hermione, you should have never concerned yourself with the git's well being. Letting out a frustrated sigh she continued walking through the forest. Walking off the path she ventured into the trees, she remembered Malfoy telling her about some berries not too far from the path, she wanted to see what kind they were.

But the closer she got to the tree line the slower her steps became until she altogether stopped at the forest edge. Fear had her heart pumping drastically; this was a magic forest after all she couldn’t just go in willy-nilly. Hermione had to be logical about it, and the logical thing to do would be to turn promptly around and head toward the cabin and drag Malfoy back another time. Following her sound advice she turned directly into a familiar rock solid chest.
Tearing her face from the warm chest she looked up to give the intruder a chilling scowl. “Malfoy could you please tie a bell around your neck or make some…”
Ignoring her ranting he leaned on a nearby tree and stared down at her. “You were too scared to go in weren’t you?”
Lying to the bastard was becoming increasingly hard with each day. The guy had the keenest sense of smell, just the other day he knew she was making a roast when he was still in the village. His hearing was getting out of hand as well; she didn’t even possess the right to mutter something under her breath anymore.
Taking a small step backwards to get away from his overpowering presence, but still being mindful of the forest behind her she did her best to look indifferent. “Just a bit mayhap”
“Hah I knew it!” Laughing he grabbed her shoulders and turned her back around, ignoring every one of her protest he continued to push her through the forest like an invalid.
“We can’t get them now; I have no way of carrying them!” Each step she seemed forced to take took her out of the precious daylight filled path and into the dense darkening woods.
Draco could hear her heartbeat getting faster and faster, but looking at her face from his angle she didn’t look all that scared. So this is what it was, her Golden Trio bravery was a big smokescreen, he could probably bet a thousand galleons that Hermione Granger was scared out of her mind every time she had to be a part of one of her two friends’ stunts. Damn, he could not only smell and hear her fear he could damn near taste it. From their location in the trees the sunlight was struggling to get through.
“I smell rain; you can get your berries another time.” He made it sound as if she was the one that pushed them this far in the forest. Hermione had to will herself not to crush the delicate flowers in her hand. Thunder clapped above their heads as they rushed down the path leading to the clearing that held their small house.
The moment the door-closed rain came pouring from the sky, obscuring the cliff’s view they had until they could only see the rain inches from their doorstep.
“Dear Merlin we barely made it.” Not expecting a reply from the Slytherin Hermione stepped away from the window.
The soothing sound of the rapid pitter patter around the cabin gave Hermione an odd tune to cook to. Once the food was ready Draco helped her carry it into the living area by the fire.
With just the sound of rain, the occasional clinking of a spoon against a bowl, and the crackling of the fire Draco found himself wanting to talk. Where the impulse came from was beyond him, from his position in his chair he had the perfect view of the Gryffindor. The green dress she wore earlier was replaced with a lavender pajama set and her lion slippers making her petite figure look even smaller.
She just sat there calmly eating her soup while glancing at the dancing flames a few feet in front of her, as if the silence between them didn’t bother her at all. The silence wasn’t necessarily an uncomfortable one but for some reason he wanted her to talk. They were supposed to be getting along so by all rights he could start talking to her without looking like he needed to. Merlin he felt stupid, for the past ten minutes he was sitting there like an idiot trying to figure a way to talk to her without breaking his traditional Malfoy attitude.
“Do you like your food?” A little startled at the sound of her voice, he looked up to see her staring at him. Her hair was still damp from her shower so it was hanging down over one shoulder, letting his eyes follow her seemingly endless locks he let them settle on her hands. Her nails were unpolished but they looked well kept, they weren’t talons like some females he meet but they were long enough to give her hand that extra feminine appeal.
Hermione Granger was beginning to annoy him.
One minute the white haired warlock was staring at her with a blank expression the next his face became as hard as granite. The muscles in his square-ish jaw started to move as if he was grinding his teeth. Was her food bad enough to cause future dental damage?
Catching worried look in her eyes intensify when she meet his, sighing he put his bowl on the table in front of him. “No I liked it, I always do.”
The feeling of fainting never felt so close as it did now to her, though the words out of his mouth were spoken so softly against his deep voice giving it a really, really sexy appeal, that wasn’t the reason the faintish feeling overcame her. Draco Malfoy actually complimented her. Though she didn’t dare a smile, less he might take it back, no she continued to look at him as if all was normal.
“I want to ask you something?” Watching her put her bowl next to his on the table she turned back to him and gave him her undivided attention. She was such a nerd! Draco didn’t even want to know if he was beginning to find that quality about her endearing or not. Too many changes have already taken place he didn’t need more to add to the list. “Remember when we saw each other in the great hall after you came back from that crazy muggle you call a relative?”
Her smiling nod prompted him to continue. “When you saw me what did you honestly think…besides my devilishly good looks of course?”
Never would she understand how he could be dead serious one moment then completely the opposite the next, it was such an odd characteristic to have against the framework of all his others.
In order for them to progress from their bitter hatred towards one another they were going to have to be honest, but this question really put her on guard. When she first saw him this year she was truly and honestly scared of him.
Not able to look into his penetrating eyes she let her eyes settle nervously out the window, not that she could see overly much due to the glare from the cabin’s lights but she stared out nonetheless. “There were too many thoughts at the time to tell you just one…” she could hear him shift uncomfortably in his chair as if he was going to interrupt, so she continued. “The moment I saw you I barely recognized you. Besides your obvious physical changes your entire demeanor has changed. Your eyes had lost the little mirth they once held replaced by a brewing storm ready to destroy so much. The way you held yourself like a man prepared to go to war any moment, even though we were just standing in the Great Hall.” Turning she looked back at him, seeing the fire light dance across his cold features. “I knew something had happened to you, something that finally pushed you to your limit.”
Draco should have never asked, he hated that she knew so much about him already. He hated the way she told him with a hint of fear and pity weaved in her voice. By the beard of Merlin, Hermione Granger got under his very skin. Even now as he stared at her, no doubt letting his hatred seep into his face, she began to shiver ever so slightly in fear. It made his blood rush to smell her fear, inhaling deeply he could smell her damnable scent spike becoming delectably tangy while always sweet.
The feeling to bolt out into the night regardless of the rain was overpowering. Sitting there staring at her like that Malfoy actually made her shiver in fear.
“When you looked at me I knew that you realized,” his baritone voice instantly demanded her attention. “I knew if no one else could sense it I knew the Gryffindor Princess would.” He all but spat the last part at her. Before she realized what he was doing he was before her. Grabbing her arm he yanked her from her position on the couch so that she was barely standing on tiptoes against his chest as he held onto to her arms with an almost violent grip.
“Draco!” her yelp did nothing to faze him. Quickly he steered her backwards towards the bedroom, her feet brushing against the ground, doing nothing to aid her in slowing them down. The look in his eyes frightened the hell out of her, his eyes weren’t completely black yet, the whites of his eyes were still visible. But his fangs, the fangs she only clearly saw once before when their scepters appeared, were completely bared to her frightened eyes.
As he walked dragging her in front of him, facing her the entire time never taking his eyes from hers, Hermione could feel the tiny pricks of his claws against her skin. Finally stopping she looked around to see that the bed was directly behind her, causing her fear to reach an astronomical level.
“Draco what are you doing?! Please stop!” She could summon her scepter but she didn’t want them to have to start all back over again. “Please.”
“I watched you change too.” As if he didn’t hear her pleas at all Draco continued. “I hated it but I was excited at the same time. I wanted answers and I knew you would have some if not I knew you would find some, but I despise you so much.” Bringing her closer until she was inches from his face Malfoy did something that surprisingly made her fear settle slightly. Pressing his cheek to hers he inhaled deeply. “So if I despise you so much how the hell are you getting under my skin like this?”
“My arms hurt, can you let me go a little please?” Surprisingly he did what she asked but he didn’t let go, Draco forced her to lean on his chest. Understanding what he was trying to say Hermione looked back into his eyes.
“Believe it or not I don’t hate you as much either, it’s a little scary I know. But I think it is for the better. I honestly don’t want to hate you. However we are definitely not friends.”
Ignoring his snort of agreement she continued. “I think we are more of associates now.”
Still not releasing his grip he let her sit on the edge of the bed as he stood in between her legs. Pulling one arm farther towards him, she watched nervously as he inspected her arms. Just as she expected her arms were seriously bruised after being all but carried by them.
“It seems I am like my father.” So much pain accompanied that statement giving her a clue to what his childhood was like. No matter who he was or what he had did to her Hermione couldn’t stand to see suffering like this.
“Draco…” His sharp look cut her words off before she could voice them. It told her plainly that he wanted no sympathy.
Letting go of her other arm Draco started to rub the tender skin of her right arm, with every rub Hermione watched as bruises faded away taking the soreness with it. Once he finished both arms he let go of her to turn away.
Draco didn’t even get to turn around before he found his body wrapped in honey scented Gryffindor.
“Arrrgg…associates don’t hug!!” that was all he could mumble as the grip around his neck got tighter. Doing his best to push her off without bruising her again, he was annoyed to find that she wouldn’t let him.
“Just this once.” That soft statement stilled all his struggles. Though she was standing on the bed to properly hug him it didn’t make it feel any less…good.
Just this once he thought, just this once he will let himself feel the comfort of another. Slowly his arms went around the narrow waist in front of him, letting his grip press her even more so to his hard body. A deep groan escaped his chest as he let the feeling wash over him, never in his dreams did he imagine this to feel so good. All his worries, doubts, and anger seemed to momentarily dissipate.
Hermione didn’t even realize she was going to do it before she found herself on his person. The way his body went from tense to an iron cage made her whole body heat up. She could feel the need in him so strongly and was amazed at the amount of emotions he kept from his demeanor each day. Her face was settled deeply into the crook of his neck allowing her to take in his very nice scent; she never realized he smelled so—nice. The groan that went through him shook her entire body making her heart beat so hard against his broad chest she just knew he could feel it.

The feeling started to change rapidly it went from good to something way more advanced. His entire body became tight with need, but what it needed she wouldn’t be able to give.
“Take off your pants.”
Like getting hit with a bucket of freezing water Hermione shot back, but his arms wouldn’t let her go far.
“Wh..wh..what did you say?” Praying that she heard him wrong.
He smirked before letting one hand travel down to the waistband of her pants and tugged it gently. “Take them off.”
Eyes wide and body tense Granger began to inhale. Draco knew that she was going to scream bloody murder at him.
“Every time you go to bed with those bloody pants on Princess you end up wiggling them off in the middle of the night. Its annoying just don’t sleep with the damn things.”
Draco’s smirk turned into a full-fledged grin as he watched her expression change from outraged to confused to extremely annoyed. He was still laughing as she stomped over to the bed and jerked the covers back and settled in. Watching her out of the corner of his eye, as he blew out all but one of their bedroom candles, she wiggled underneath the covers until she produced her lavender pants letting them fall to the floor.
“Happy?”
“Your pants being off have made me an extremely happy man Princess.” Her small giggle was the last thing he heard that night.
8*
“By the saints Dumbledore, that was too close even for my own comforts.” Snape was leaning on the Headmaster’s desk with both hands with an incredulous expression on his pointed face. “I will not sit by and watch that boy hurt Miss Granger, even if he is my God-son.”
Dumbledore noted the worry and anger in Severus’ s eyes, the potions professor hated not being in control. Dumbledore had to admit for a few moments back there Mr. Malfoy had him on edge as well; the boy could be quite unstable at times. With that being said however the boy was quickly learning to take control instead of avoiding his powers, all thanks to Miss Granger.
Aware of Severus’ and Malfoy’s obvious disdain for Plympton and Miss Granger’s fear Dumbledore was quite familiar with the man’s tactics. They were harsh and they could push the limit at times but they worked well.
“I know Severus, I know but look at the improvement it is vast and you know it. Give them time they will work it out I just know it.”
“And if they don’t.” Severus didn’t wait for an answer before he left the Headmaster’s office.
8*8
“Take of your pants.” The look of fear that flashed into her eyes made his blood boil and his body tighten.
“What?!” He could see her try to step away from him but with the bed scant inches behind her, she was trapped.
“You can take them off or I can—rip them off.” Now her heart was beating deliciously fast. As if he was a wolf and she was but an innocent lamb, Draco stared into her large scared brown eyes. Just as he suspected she tried to bolt past him, but he expected such a reaction from the defiant Gryffindor.
Quickly grabbing her he pushed her none to gently on the bed. Ignoring her flailing and screaming he grabbed the waist of her pants by the handful ripping them violently down her legs. His cock twitched when he saw that he took her panties down as well leaving her sweet curls bare to his smoldering gaze.
Catching her kicking legs he held them tightly together with one arm while he summoned his sceptor. Muttering a quick binding spell for her clawing arms he smirked as he watched her thrash uselessly in her caught position.
“You know Hermione I didn’t get any dessert tonight, I hope you don’t mind if I help myself.” Her screams pleading him to stop were music to his ears it only made him all the more aroused. On her back with her hands tied together while her legs were held together straight in the air by his grasp, Draco told himself there has never been a better sight.
Draco quickly pushed her legs, that were still held together, forward so that her pink slit could be revealed. Dipping his head down he let his tongue run from bottom to top in one hard stroke, effectively stopping her screams. Grinning he started to devour her sweet center like a starved man, making her screams to start back again only to infuse with ragged moans.
Now with her legs spread in a v he began to suckle at the tiny pearl hidden in her slick folds. Her hips betrayed her body as she grinded into his face all the while her voice growing hoarse from her screams. With one last nibble on her sweet button, Hermione let out a ragged scream as she unwillingly came into his mouth.
After licking her cunny clean he grabbed her hips and flipped her over, pulling her hips into the air.
“I hope you didn’t think that was it love. I fully intend on repeating that until you at the very least pass out.” The tremor of raw fear that swept through her body made him groan. It felt so good to see her like this. To his surprise she began to crawl away from him, grabbing her ankle he yanked her roughly back to him. After fighting her tired struggling form he finally got her back into position. With her legs spread and her arse barely inches from his face he began his assault on her glistening flower once more.
8*8
With a gasp Draco opened his eyes, sitting straight up in the bed he sat there still for a few moments panting from the images that kept replaying in his mind. The dream he had was so horrific it had him shaking. What he did to her was—unimaginable. Never would he force himself on a woman, no matter who it was.
Hearing the rustle of covers his head snapped around to see Hermione nestle deeper into her pillow. Disgusted with himself he threw back the covers and got up. But what he found when he stood up only added fuel to his anger. He was completely aroused. Dear Merlin he was sick.
Locking himself in the bathroom, Draco lit a couple of candles before turning the shower on. Making quick work of his clothes he stepped in the icy spray of the tap. The freezing needles, though painful, seemed to do nothing to his erection. Groaning at his dilemma, Draco leaned against the tiled wall. Closing his eyes he let his hand grab his thick shaft, suppressing the growl in his throat, he began to pump the swollen flesh.
With each stroke his mind started to conjure its own images. Instead of his hand his aroused mind replaced it with a familiar brown head of curls. Leaning with his other hand against the wall, Draco screwed his eyes shut from the invading images. It was useless though, his mind could clearly see the girl kneeling between his legs as she took him into her hot mouth. A delicate hand was at the base of his cock desperately pumping his large member into her mouth.
Her eyes though, her eyes were what sent him exploding into her innocent mouth. They were filled with fear and lust, eager to please him, hoping that she was doing a good job. Oh by the saints she was too, he could just imagine him grabbing a fist full of her delicious brown curls to force her head back and forth on his swollen cock. Just thinking of the sounds of her small grunts and moans as the head of his member hit the back of her virginal throat made his balls tighten. His climaxes always tended to be long, so he could imagine clearly his cum slightly dripping from the sides of her filled mouth, as she tried to swallow all of his hot load.
With a few more harsh jerks he finally let his softening cock slip from his grasp.
Draco never felt so much shame before, his thoughts repulsed him. How could he think of Granger like that, she was nothing whatsoever? But to dream about her in such a defenseless way when she was but a few inches from him was monstrous.
There had to be a reasonable explanation, Draco knew for sure that he was nothing like his asshole father, so there had to be a reason. All he could think of was the fact that he has not had a good shag in a month now, and that was not including the time turner into his calculations.
Please Merlin let that be it, let it be only a case of severe demented horny-ness.
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