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Bitch	By : longxlostx Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 10936 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Authors Note: Wow. I'm having a horrible day, but I'm inspired to write because it seems a lot of people liked the first chapter! Well, I hope the second lives up to your expectations!

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Hermione stared blankly at the ceiling. What the hell just happened? Draco, Draco Malfoy, had just touched her. Willingly. And she had allowed him to. What the hell was wrong with her? She groaned, turning onto her left side. It was almost two in the morning, and she still wasn't sleeping. She pressed her bare thighs together, trying to get rid of that burning feeling between them. Ever since he had stopped, it had been there. And she felt empty. She bit her bottom lip, and turned over again, frustrated. How dare he get this much control over the situation! She was supposed to be in control, dammit!
She cursed softly under her breath, sat up, and dug around in her bedside nightstand for a nice, long book. She brought out her classic, 'Hogwarts; A History', and cuddled into her pillows for a nice long read. She just simply would have to go the night without sleep. That was the solution! Because sleep was absolutely not an option, as she knew very well what she would dream of.
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You make me sick

I want you and I'm hating it

Got me lit like a candle stick

I gotta get a grip in this

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After about ten minutes of reading, she cursed semi-loudly and threw the book into the air, not caring where it landed. She was so physically frustrated, and she couldn't stand it anymore. She would just have to take care of it herself!
She rolled her eyes, and turned her lights off. Slipping her hand down her smooth stomach, she slid her black cotton panties down her hips, her thighs, her calves until she reached her ankles, discarding them to the floor. She had only a black bra on after her panties, but she saw no point in removing that. She awkwardly began to gently rub herself, trying to mimic the way Malfoy had done it.
But she couldn't.
And it drove her insane.
She groaned, and pulled her pillow over her face. Why was she allowing him to do this to her? Malfoy, of all people! She would NOT let him defeat her.
So she slid her hand back down, rubbing over the slick lips, gently moaning when her fingertips met her swollen clit, putting slight pressure on it and moving back and forth. She brought her other hand to slip a finger inside herself, as that's all she could fit. She began softly moaning under her breath, and began to pick up speed. She closed her eyes, blocking her view of the soft moonlight the shone through her window. She was almost at the point of climax.
And right as she was about to, she felt two rough hands on her hips, lifting them and yanking one of her hands away, the one that had a finger inside herself, replacing it with its own finger. She gasped and her chocolate eyes flew open, only to see pale white hair shining in the moonlight.
"Malfoy, what...?!" Hermione started, but his free hand covered her mouth, preventing any further sound as he began slowly moving his finger all the way in, then almost all the way out, and repeating.
Why was he doing this to her?! Hermione's mind was going in all different directions. And how did he get in her room? Who did he think he was coming in, uninvited no less, when she was in the middle of something completely private? And what made him think that he could touch her all of a sudden, without consequences?
But as he bent down, her mind not completely processing what exactly was happening, all thoughts completely left her mind. He was now sliding his tongue up and down, then swirling it around her clit, and fireworks were going off behind her eyes as her small hands dug into her bed sheets. Hermione bit her bottom lip, trying to stifle the moans that were fighting to leave her body as the sensations wracked her body like waves crashing upon a shore. Her inner thighs began to softly shudder, and she felt slightly violated and dirty, but it felt so good she couldn't bring herself to tell him to stop.
After a few especially good licks, she moaned loudly and bit her bottom lip to stop herself, accidentally drawing blood.
Draco had been watching her this entire time, and saw her do this. His erection was so hard it was almost painful, but he knew there was no way of taking care of that right now, so instead he focused on Hermione. At the sight of her blood, he couldn't resist and kissed up her body, gently licking over the harsh, open bruise on her neck from his earlier biting. He trailed his tongue from the hollow of her neck, up one of her veins and across her jaw line, ending at her ear, which he nibbled and sucked on. His kisses led to her pouted lips, and he sucked on her bottom one, drawing the slight traces of blood there into his mouth, loving the sweet yet salty taste. He got so turned on by this that he attempted to slip another finger into her. She was definitely wet enough, but he assumed that she�d never had this much in her before, as little as it seemed with most other girls, and as she tensed up he knew he was correct.
�No, Malfoy, too much, ow...�
�Shut up, bitch.� He mumbled, biting her lower lip until he got more blood, waiting for her groan of pain until he released it, moving down her body fast as lightening. He began gently sucking on her now extremely swollen clit, and her moans began rising in pitch. He kept two fingers inside her, until she began adjusting, and actually enjoying it. He knew she was right on the edge when he felt her tightening around his fingers, and he gave her clit one last harsh suck, rejoicing how loud she was getting, and hearing his name from her lips as she orgasmed. Right as the waves of pleasure began to hit her, and her hips slammed up, her pulled his mouth away, curling his fingers towards her g-spot and biting harshly into the bone of her hip. Not enough to draw blood, just enough that she would feel the pain while she orgasmed.
Hermione was seeing stars behind her lids, and she fought the urge to scream his name, but couldn�t stop herself from uttering it somewhat loudly. Her body shook intensely as pleasure swept through her, even more so at the mix of pleasure and pain he was causing her. The last of her breath left her in a whoosh, and her shaking slowly to trembling in the after affects.
He licked up most of her juices, not wanting to let the precious liquid go to waste, then slid up her body and licked his lips, then delicately pressed his lips to hers.
Hermione found this utterly disgusting, tasting herself, even though she had succumbed to it earlier that very night. But she was too far gone to even try caring, so she softly pressed her lips to his. This didn�t seem real. She opened her eyes to find his boring into hers, sparkling. He smirked his half gentle smile, half pompous smirk, and got off of her.
�Where are you...� She began. They may not have been anything serious, but she wasn�t about to just let him do that to her and get up and leave right away. She wasn�t some harlot to be used and then tossed away!
But he cut her words short. �Wake up, Hermione.�

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Hermione snapped awake, sitting up. She had Hogwarts, a History open and laid across her breasts, and she groggily shook her head. She must�ve fallen asleep while reading, she reasoned. She knew she would dream of him!
�Ugh.� She mumbled aloud, rubbing her forehead with her fingertips, wondering what the hell was wrong with her. She hadn�t even been in the castle for twelve hours and she was getting hot and bothered by Malfoy, no less! She laid back down, and closed her eyes. After all, it was the first day of classes tomorrow, and her first real day as Head Girl. She would have to be properly rested to give her best, which was no less than she ever gave.
What she didn�t notice, was how she was now clad in only her bra, and how the bathroom door gently slipped closed, without a sound.

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The next morning Draco woke up refreshed and feeling confident. Last night had gone exactly to plan. He hadn�t planned the part in their common room, but the rest just fell into place after that. He simply couldn�t resist it. He stretched his arms out as he lifted his upper bodying, yawning leisurely and sliding his legs over the side. Poor little Granger had no idea what was coming her way. The little stunt he'd pulled in her bedroom last night, would seem very much like a dream to her.
He grinned devilishly. He knew other wise. And she would soon know, as well.
Since he had showered the night before, he simply rose from his rather large bed, and moved towards his trunk. He slipped his robes over his pale, nude figure, and slung his bag strap over his shoulder. He suppressed a yawn, and quietly left his room, hearing portrait that hid his bedroom from view swing closed. He wonder what the absolute point of that portrait was, considering Hermione could just enter his room through their bathroom? He shrugged this thought off, entering their common room.
Hermione looked up from her position on the soft purple couch when she heard the portrait to Draco�s room swing open, then closed. Their eyes connected for a brief moment, topaz and ice, and she blushed softly and broke their gaze. Even though there was no way he could possibly know about her dream the previous night, she still felt embarrassed.
Draco smirked. He knew it was a little early for games, even for him... But he had to tease her, just a little. �Morning Hermione, sleep well?�
�I...Yes, if you must...� She realized she was stammering, and blew out a puff of air in frustration, glaring at the book she had open on her lap. Maybe it was better if she asked him a question, that way she could be spared from being flustered in her haste to answer. She cleared her throat. �And yourself?�
�Extremely. I had the nicest dream.� He smirked, a taunting, smug glint in his eyes. Hermione gasped a little, and her eyes widened and shot up to meet his.
What was that supposed to mean? Did he know? Did she say something in her sleep?! Was he just messing with her? She stumbled not to stutter. �O-Oh, really? Well, that�s nice.�
�Mmhmm.� Draco agreed. �Well, I�m off to breakfast. Would you like to join me?� Draco asked politely, amused by the fact that she couldn�t look him in the eye. She was such fun sometimes, and he just loved to toy with her. He knew exactly what was going on in her mind from his words, and it pleased him to no end. This little conquest of his was going to be so much fun.
�Oh, no thank you. I want to finish this chapter, and then I�m going to visit Dumbledore to ask about how soon we can begin planning the Halloween Ball, and then I�m going to go straight to Potions.� Hermione gushed. She was absolutely and completely flustered about what had happened the previous night, and wasn�t exactly sure if she hadn�t dreamt that as well by the way he was acting so casual. He was acting as if nothing had happened at all, and it was confusing her. It was bad enough she had let him do that to her, but for him to pretend like nothing had happened made her feel....Well, like a whore.
�Oh, really? I have Potions first as well! I suppose I�ll see you there, eh?� He fought from sneering. Not only could he torment her in their own personal living space, but in class as well. He turned and headed towards the door, not seeing the look of horror on Hermione�s face. He smirked again, even though she couldn�t see it. He couldn�t resist, and did not try to stop the words that wanted to escape his mouth. �Well, I�ll see you later, bitch.�
Hermione�s jaw almost dropped, and she stamped her foot on the ground like a little child, standing up in the process. She snapped her mouth clothes, the opened it to yell at him, but right as she did that their common room portrait swung closed behind him as well. She cursed under her breath. How dare he call her that, again! After acting like nothing had happened, no less! After acting like she was a toy, when he was the first man to ever touch her that way! �Damn him! Stupid Malfoy!� She muttered angrily out loud. She huffed, and gathered her things.
She had wanted to finish her chapter of Hogwarts, A History, which she was reading for the sixty fourth time. But she was far to frustrated now. She snatched her bag, and headed to the Great Hall for breakfast. If only Harry and Ron were there, they would make her feel slightly better before she had to face Malfoy in Potions.
She really, really hated him.
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She headed to the Great Hall. Since Harry and Ron we off on their quest, she supposed she�d be sitting with Neville and Ginny. She was correct.
�Morning, �Mione!� Ginny greeted warmly as Hermione slid into the sit next to her. Neville was sitting across from them, and buttering a piece of bread, and mumbled salutations as well.
�Good morning!� Hermione smiled, grabbing herself a piece of toast and buttering it as well.
�So, how does being Head Girl feel?� Ginny asked, with a mouthful of food.
�Yeah! How was Head Quarters, Hermione?� Neville asked eagerly, snickering at his own joke. �Get it? Head Quarters? She�s Head Girl? Head Quart...� Hermione and Ginny stared at him blankly. �Never mind.�
�Anyways,� Hermione shook her head. �You�ll never believe who�s Head Boy.�
"Oo?" Ginny questioned, with her mouth full of oatmeal. Her long red hair was flowing down her back, and over the table as well, and was about to dip into her breakfast. She didn't notice.
"Malfoy." Hermione informed them, with a grimace. Neville dropped his butter knife, and Ginny's mouth fell open. Hermione fought to not giggle at the food about to fall out of the redhead's mouth, even though it was kind of disgusting.
"Oh, you poor thing!" Ginny gasped, after swallowing her food.
"I know." Hermione groaned. She needed to rant, and she knew Ginny would listen. "I mean, honestly. How arrogant can one person get? He sneers all the time, and he thinks he�s better than everyone! He prances around thinking he�s all high and mighty because he�s a Slytherin, and of course I�m just a Gryffindor so he�s superior!� Hermione huffed. �This year is going to be one to remember, that�s for sure.�
Ginny and Neville nodded in agreement, eyes wide.
After an exasperated sigh, Hermione stood. �Well, I should be off. I wanted to talk to Dumbledore, but I�m afraid it�s too late now. I�m off to Potions. Another thing I share with that horrid ferret.� Ginny and Neville gave her looks of sympathy. �Bye!�
She gathered her things, and headed down to Potions. She was a bit early, the only one there, when she heard voices coming from the hall that led from the main castle to the dungeons. She didn�t pay much attention to it.
Until she recognized the voice of the one who was occupying her thoughts an awful lot since last night. She looked up, and met the pale blue eyes of Draco Malfoy.
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Authors Note;; Sorry it took so long to update! I was in a writers block, but my flow is coming back now. Not as long as the first chapter, and I usually have writings standards of at least seven pages, but I think this will do for now. I just wanted to get an update to you guys. Also, thanks and kudos for all the wonderful reviews and favorites and alerts! I�ll update as soon as possible!
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