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The Tyger and The Lamb	By : crzydiamond Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 42078 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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"Tyger! Tyger! burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?"

-William Blake, Tyger Tyger!

Enter the Tyger

“No,” Hermione snapped defiantly. “I won't sign.”

“Because Ron's retracted his offer, your contract is free for bidding again. If you don't accept, you'll be on probation and you could loose your job!” Kingsley pleaded. “The minimum marriage period is a year. After then, provided you have no children, you are free to divorce and move on with your life.”

Hermione bit her lip, only entertaining the thought for a second before shaking her head again. “I won't. For one, I won't be bullied into a marriage. Second, Ron retracting his offer and then leaving the country suddenly is very odd. I'm worried about him Kingsley- its not like him to just leave without word or-”

“Its not him you should be worried about!” Kingsley reasoned. “Its you! His present and future career along with his magical abilities are not at stake here!”

Hermione knew Ron would never leave her to the vultures unless he had an extremely good reason. The fact that he so abruptly ended their contract just made her think more of her best friend, the one she thought that maybe she was feeling more for. Her heart clenched with pain knowing that she had a tough ultimatum on her hands.

She sighed, her head falling into her hands wearily. “Well what are my options?”

Kingsley gave her a small, relieved smile before flipping through her file. His smile disappeared as he went through, replaced with a hard frown.

“You had a number of contract offers at the beginning but...they've all been matched so far or have dropped marriage all together. You have one bidder left.”

Hermione waited for Kingsley to tell her but when he remained quiet she snapped, “Well who is it Kingsley?”

He said the first letter silently before managing to say the whole name. “Malfoy.”

For the first time in her life, Hermione was stunned speechless. Her mouth gaped open. “Excuse me?”

“Draco Malfoy has put an offer on your contract.”

“What,” she said, aghast. “You must be mistaken.”

“No, I'm being quite serious. He's your only offer Hermione. If you refuse him...”

“I'd rather face the consequences,” she said with a heavy sigh. “I'm pretty sure after a year of marriage I'd kill myself...or him.”

“Can you be so sure?” came a silky, deep voice from the doorway. They both looked up to see a tall, broad shadow leaning against the doorframe. He stepped inside the room, light illuminating the impassive face of Draco Malfoy.

He was wearing one of his immaculately tailored suits in a shade of gray that matched the chilliness of his eyes. No one could deny he had a severe, dark masculine beauty to match his dark personality. He looked exactly as he did when she last saw him at the end of the war. Looking at him watching her with that predatory look in his eyes brought back memories of hot, slick flesh, encounters hidden away from the rest of the world.

“Malfoy.” She was mortified to hear a small quaver in her voice.

“Granger,” he said with a sly, heated smirk. “Its been a while.”

“There's a reason why its been a while,” she said evenly. “I'm leaving,” she directed at Kingsley as she angrily grabbed her things.

“You're sure?” Kingsley asked, the pleading tone returning to his voice. “Hermione, you're positive?”

“Yes!” she said exasperated.

“I don't think you've thought this through Granger,” Draco Malfoy said smoothly as she made to brush past him.

She stopped, spinning round on her heel to glare at him. “I highly doubt, Malfoy, that you have any idea of what I've been thinking. But to satisfy your rather annoying newfound curiosity, yes I have thought it through. And the answer. Is. Still. No!”

“Sit down Granger,” Malfoy said sweeping past her, back into the room. He sat at the table, looking at her with an amused expression over interlaced fingers.

“I don't have the time for this,” Hermione said coldly. “More importantly, I don't have time for you either. So the best solution to solve this conflict of interests is for you to leave me alone.”

“Granger,” he said warningly.

Hermione touched the doorknob but it gave her a slight shock. She pulled back surprised, before turning around to give Malfoy a murderous glare. “You charmed the door Malfoy. How clever.”

“Actually I did,” Kingsley said with a sigh. She gaped at him in disbelief. “You have a great career and you're making your way up in the Ministry. You can make changes Hermione, changes no one else has bothered to ever make. I can't let you jeopardize all of that without you at least entertaining the thought of marrying someone, even if it is Malfoy. Its only for one year my dear.”

Guilt filled her chest when she saw how sincere and worried Kingsley was. “Fine, I'll listen.”

She sat, meeting Malfoy's icy gaze. “Go ahead, Malfoy. Impress me.”

He smirked at her and slid a piece of paper towards her. “Sign it Granger.”

“Excuse me? I don't think so.”

“Don't force me to use my last resort Granger.” His voice dropped and his eyes narrowed, exuding a look of danger which told her that no matter what she did he would get what he wanted. There was a sort of primal anger in them which gave Hermione chills. “I'll ask once more. Sign it.”

She hesitated for a moment, watching him and licked her dry lips. “Malfoy. I've grown to respect you over the years, but I still don't like you. And I certainly won't marry you.”

“I suppose,” he said nonchalantly. “I'll just have to invoke the life debt you owe me.”

Hermione's eyes grew wide and she was rendered speechless. “Wh-”

“How quickly you forget,” Draco said smugly, leaning back in his chair. “I saved you in the Final Battle, Granger, and we invoked a life debt.”

Of course she remember. It was the worst and best day of her life.

Harry had left her on the field right before the arch where he was supposed to face Voldemort. She had been severely injured- a broken leg where her bone pierced through her skin, a fracture arm, and deep gash in her side, and a skull fracture. Harry had set her down, trying to begin the healing process on her more serious injuries before leaving for his final duty. He placed a dis-iullusionment charm on her before he left and disappeared into the mists.

While fighting Voldemort his magic began to waver and Hermione's disguise slipped from her. Antonin Delohov happened to be skulking by when he saw her. He stopped in his tracks, a bewildered expression on his face...and then grinned, showing all of his brown teeth before pulling out a knife.

She watched helpless, in horror, as the Deatheater approached her and knelt beside her prone body. Brandishing the knife before her face, Antonin's grin grew wider before he pressed the sharp part of the blade into the soft skin of her cheek.

He had begun to cut the rest of her face with it as he tried to release himself from his pants. Hermione knew from case files that Antonin drew sick pleasure from violating woman as he slowly drained them of their blood.

Suddenly the weight on top of her was free and above standing in a dark halo of light was Draco, blood spattered across his fair face and hair. To her, in that moment and only in that moment, did he look like some sort of angel of vengeance, sent to protect her.

Of course she attributed her delusional thoughts to the blood loss caused by the numerous wounds on her body.

Draco had quickly knelt to heal her, an unearthly glow unlike any she'd seen before, emitting from the tips of his fingers, soaking into her skin. A relief like no other overcame her body and she relaxed, sighing before she saw her vision darken around the edges.

“Malfoy...” Hermione asked weakly, her wet fingers grasping his shirt.

“Shut your mouth Granger,” he snapped. For a second, she thought she saw his eyes soften. “You owe me one, anyways, so save your philippics.”

And barely, just barely, she felt a twisting of golden thread pass between them, forever bonding them until her life debt was complete.

Hermione sighed with frustration as she rubbed her forehead, trying to dispel the memory. “Malfoy you bastard.”

“You're willing to invoke a life debt in order to force her into marriage?” Kingsley asked incredulously. “You must be out of your mind.”

“I have my reasons,” Draco replied smoothly, his grey eyes completely focused on the woman at the other end of the table.

“This has to be illegal!” Hermione protested.

Kingsley shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “No. As long as there is no other suitor, there is no clause against using a life debt to secure marriage. In fact, he has complete free reign with a life debt Hermione.”

A lump formed in her throat. “No,” she managed to croak out stubbornly.

Malfoy smirked, standing and walking towards the door but not before stopping behind her chair. “I expect you to be at Malfoy Manor in five days. If you are late, I will retrieve you myself.”

Hermione could barely speak, let alone retort.

“I suppose I should welcome you to the family,” he continued in a whisper, lowering his lips to her ear. She shivered as his breath trailed over her sensitive skin.

“Mrs. Malfoy.”

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As she usually was, Hermione was defiant to the core and waited six days instead of five. She had packed, knowing there was no other choice, and said goodbye to her family and friends. They were outraged, as expected, especially the Weasleys who all seemed to blame Ron (because of his sudden disappearance) for Hermione's untimely engagement to Malfoy.

Harry immediately stormed into the Ministry, his anger causing a whirlwind which nearly destroyed the atrium and injured five employees. Only Hermione could calm him down, assuring him that this was old magic which even the wisest of people could not break. He cried on her shoulder, a sadness enveloping him knowing that although she had worked relentlessly beside him for almost his entire life, his best friend was being denied the happiness she sorely deserved.

To cheer her up, Ginny, Lavender, and Pansy (who had, surprisingly become a great friend during and after the war) took her on a day of shopping and self pampering- they had spent the night, watching movies and gorging themselves on disgustingly unhealthy, delicious, food.

She was currently up, watching her best girl friends sleep sprawled on the various furniture in her living room. Pansy had fallen asleep on the floor, Ginny laid out on the armchair, and Lavender next to Hermione, her leg thrown over the back of the couch.

The BBC version of Pride and Prejudice was on the television and tears filled Hermione's eyes as she watched Mr. Darcy deliver his first confession of love to Elizabeth Bennet. She'd never have that sort of love- she was more like Charlotte Lucas, though at least Charlotte had the luck of finding a husband who was amusing in his idiocy. Hermione was marrying a snake, a selfish, controlling, and demeaning snake who would go out of his way to make her miserable.

Suddenly the television flickered. She blinked wondering if it was just the electricity. But then it did it again, along with the rest of the electrical things in her flat. Hermione shot up, immediately alert, knowing that the surge in electrical energy meant that someone, someone who was not authorized to, was trying to Apparate into her home. She had faith in her wards but she had not put very many up recently and their strength had been waning because of her stress levels.

Her wand drawn and pointed at the Apparation spot by her front down, Hermione waited. She jumped when only seconds later, someone appeared with a tremendous thunderclap which probably woke up her entire building, including the three slumbering witches in her apartment.

“What the bloody hell!” Ginny exclaimed as she sat up. Lavender and Pansy sat up as well, blinking tiredly. They looked at Hermione but she was staring at something by the front door. They followed the direction of her gaze and all simultaneously recoiled with shock.

It was Malfoy, dressed in black slacks and a white shirt with his sleeves rolled up, Dark Mark on display. He had a terrible, murderous look on his handsome face, and the air around him seemed to cackle with magical energy.

“Malfoy!” Hermione exclaimed. “What the hell are you doing in my apartment?!”

“I remember distinctly telling you to be at my manor within five days,” he began nonchalantly, his silvery eyes sweeping the perimeter. “It has now been six.”

“You don't dictate my life,” Hermione snapped back, slipping from the couch to stand.

In less than three strides Malfoy had crossed the room and wrapped his long, strong fingers around her upper arm, making Hermione whimper softly in pain.

"I do now Granger."

“Draco!” Pansy yelled at her former housemate and friend. She pointed her wand at him. “Let her go or else I swear I'll hex your bollocks off!”

Before she could blink, Draco had disarmed Pansy, so strongly that the dark haired witch flew backwards into Hermione's wall. He then charmed Ginny and Lavender to Hermione's couches.

“Parkinson, didn't your parents teach you its rude to interfere in adults' business?” he said in a voice that chilled everyone in the room to their core. “I can teach you a much deserved lesson.”

“Stop!” Hermione said. She knew that if this continued, he'd probably end up hurting one of her friends. “Let them free and I'll come with you.”

“You'd come either way,” he growled at her, loosening his grip so she could slide free. “You've merely chosen the easy route.”

“Let me say goodbye,” Hermione said softly, almost pleadingly.

He looked down at her and for the second time in the twelve years she'd known him, she saw his icy eyes soften minimally for a very short amount of time, but it was there. He waved his wand and in two seconds, her apartment was completely empty, her entire life packed in boxes which lined her living room walls from floor to ceiling. Another wave, and they minimized. He bent down and picked them up, placing them in his trouser pocket.

“Thirty seconds,” he commanded, opening the door. He stopped. “Don't make me come back and get you. I can assure you, it won't be pretty.”

He slammed it, the walls rattling with the force. She sighed angrily before turning to face her three friends. Pansy, not seriously hurt, was rubbing a bruised knee and Lavender and Ginny were finally able to move from her couch.

“I'm sorry,” Hermione said, trying to contain a sob. “I had no choice and I-”

She was cut off by their tight hugs, suffocating her to the point where she felt she could scarce draw breath.

“We need no explanation,” Lavender said soothingly. “You've done nothing wrong.”

“And don't,” Pansy started. “Get him angry. You may be able to defend yourself with a wand but now that your betrothed he can limit your access. I don't think Draco is opposed to physical persuasion either.”

“I can handle him,” Hermione said.

“I know,” Pansy said. “But please, just be careful. These marriage contracts are very similar to arranged pureblood ones- it gives him almost complete reign over your life. I just want you to be as happy as possible until this sham of a marriage is over...”

“Happy with Malfoy? That's already impossible considering its Malfoy.”

They laughed weakly but before they could really say goodbye, Hermione felt a hand wrap around her upper arm, forcefully dragging her away.

“Malfoy!” Hermione snapped, pulling against him with all her might. His hand was like a steel vice and there was no way she could escape without cutting off her own arm. “You bastard!”

“Thirty seconds is up,” he growled as he dragged her towards the door of her apartment.

“Malfoy,” Ginny yelled from behind them. “If you hurt her I swear I'll rip-”

The last part of Ginny's threat was drowned away by the sound of Apparation.

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They landed in the grand foyer of Malfoy Manor. She'd been here before- Draco, after switching sides to save his own skin, had allowed it to be used for an unlikely headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix. It was truly a magnificent house, grand and beautiful in every way. It was black and bleak during the war and some of it had been destroyed- Draco had recently restored it.

One could see straight through from the front of the house to the grand windows which spanned the entire back wall of the manor out onto the gardens which could rival those at Buckingham Palace. She sighed, enjoying the sunshine before she was sucked back into her involuntary hell.

“Take these to the room which has been set up,” Draco ordered a house elf, placing the minimized packages in the creature's hand.

“Yes sir,” the elf squeaked before winking away.

“Malfoy-” Hermione began.

“Come with me,” he said shortly. He began to walk towards what Hermione remembered to be the drawing room.

Trying to keep herself from casting a hex on him, Hermione clenched her teeth and followed. To her great surprise, Lucius Malfoy was sitting on a lavish couch reading the Daily Prophet.

“Father,” Draco said stiffly in greeting.

“Draco,” Lucius replied, though his voice was a bit warmer. “I see you've finally come home. Your mother has-” His icy grey eyes alighted on Hermione standing in the doorway. “I see you've finally brought home a wife.”

“Not yet,” Hermione said defiantly, narrowing her eyes. “Lucius,” she said, giving him a slight nod. “Its been a while.”

He smirked. “It has. I believe the last time I saw you Ms. Granger, you cast a Jelly-Legs hex at me.”

Hermione sniffed indignantly. “You deserved it.”

Lucius had only switched sides after Voldemort threatened to disembowel Narcissa after Lucius failed one of his missions . He turned to Severus Snape for help to save his family. Draco and Narcissa's life had been taken in contract to ensure Lucius' complete loyalty to the Order. While they had used the manor as a headquarters, Lucius and Hermione had often bantered and cast hexes at each other. He liked to rile her up by throwing racist, demeaning comments at her, enjoying the explosion that would soon follow.

Though he would never willingly admit it, the blonde haired wizard had grown...somewhat fond of the stubborn, hot tempered girl. Narcissa did too- after the Malfoys switched sides, Voldemort put a large reward out for any Deatheater that could bring back one of their heads. Bellatrix attempted to behead her own sister during battle- it had been Hermione who saved Narcissa's life on the battlefield and nursed her back to health.

“And I'm not his wife,” Hermione added.

“Not yet,” Draco said with small smirk.

“Leave it to the whims of my son to sully the impeccable pureblood marriage record of the Malfoys,” Lucius said. “Though I suppose if it were to be any Mudblood, I'd rather it be you Ms. Granger.”

She rolled her eyes at his expected vitriolic, racist comment that was somehow also a compliment.

“We'll be married in two weeks,” Draco told his father.

“Two weeks?” Hermione asked incredulously. “That's way too soon!”

She saw a muscle in Draco's jaw clench. “Our contract is not up for negotiation. You will marry me.”

His eyes searched her hot, angry ones and another smirk curved his lips. “Take Ms. Granger to her rooms, though she will not be staying in them for long.”

Her anger now boiling, Hermione spat in Draco's face before stalking out of the room to follow the cowering House Elf. Draco wiped her saliva from his cheek, narrowing his eyes as he watched his fiancee walk away.

“Seems as though you picked a hellcat,” Lucius drawled, flipping the page in the paper.

“I should've known that would happen,” Draco said.

Suddenly Lucius locked eyes with his son. “What happened to the Weasley boy Draco?”

The younger Malfoy only raised an eyebrow at his father before Lucius turned the paper over, displaying the current headline.

Ron Weasley Disappears! Leaves Hermione Granger to wed the Malfoy Heir!

“I have no idea what you're talking about,” Draco replied casually. “He was always a fool- I'm not surprised, really.”

“You were born from my loins boy,” Lucius said in a low voice. “I know when you're lying!”

Draco fixed his father with an intense, cold stare. “Then you should also know that as a Malfoy, I always get what I want. He was in the way. I disposed of him.”

“Draco, you didn't kill him did you?”

Not that Lucius was particularly opposed to ridding the world of a Weasley or two. But the repercussions if anyone found out...Draco would be thrown in Azkaban for the rest of his life.

“No,” Draco answered shortly. “There are other methods of persuasion.”

Lucius smirked, the Slytherin in him praising the cunning abilities of his son. “You blackmailed him.”

“Not in so many words. I like to think of it as coercion.”

He regarded Draco with an appraising look before bringing up a topic that would no doubt rile his son's anger. “Why Ms. Granger? Of all the eligible witches?”

“You know why,” Draco answered shortly.

“I thought with all the stories-”

“Meaningless diversions and distractions,” he interrupted. “Mere shadows of the forbidden fruit which I now have in the palm of my hand. Do not interfere.”

Lucius could only narrow his eyes at the veiled threat. Even if he cared enough to interfere, he couldn't. He was allowed to do no magic- he couldn't keep the boy from his inheritance either. As it was, Draco was the proprietor of all the Malfoy fortune and estates. He was the future of the line now.

Lucius had no choice but to submit to his son.

“I won't. I can only hope that you know what you're doing.”

He smirked. “Believe me, I do.”

Draco left the room, in search of his soon to be bride.

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He found her buried beneath parchments in his library.

Stealthily, he approached her unsuspecting form from behind and then whispered in her ear, “You know what they say about all work and no play, Granger.”

Hermione jumped, her heart beating wildly before she turned her head to see a smirking Draco standing behind her chair. He looked as though he just came from dueling practice- his blonde hair was wild, his eyes dark and dilated, and he had a line of blood running down the side of his face. She watched him warily, as he walked around to the other side of the table, moving with a compact, feline grace that was deceptive of his true strength.

“Don't you have somewhere to be?” she said irately, snapping the book she'd been reading shut. “Anywhere but here?”

“And miss your charming presence?” he drawled, leaning forward across the table, muscles bunching beneath his once pristine, stained white shirt. “How could I Granger?”

She flustered a little at his close proximity but managed to cover it with her iciest glare. “Go away. I'm researching.”

“Researching?” he said darkly with a raised eyebrow. “Instead of researching, you should de dueling.”

When she didn't answer, he smirked. “Ah. It all becomes clear. You're researching about dueling aren't you Granger? Trying to improve your dismal dueling skills so that you're actually of some use on the battlefield?”

“No,” she replied indignantly. “Spells, Malfoy.”

His brow furrowed before his deft hands quickly snatched the parchment that she was writing on. His eyes scanned her notes then widened as he realized that the spells she had written down weren't ones he'd ever heard of before. “You can create spells Granger?” he said with a little bit of awe in his voice

“Yes,” she answered, almost timidly.

It was something she hadn't really told anyone she'd be doing. Technically, one needed to be a Spells Master or Mistress and obtain a license to create spells but desperate times called for desperate measures. She'd been researching the delicate art for over a year now and was just putting all she'd learned into practice.

“That's what you hit me with the other day.” It wasn't a question but a statement, his eyes narrowed at her accusingly.

She couldn't meet his gaze- not because she'd been caught but because of what happened at their last encounter. “That was a test spell Malfoy. I'm hoping to develop more complex ones that we can use in battle.”

He dropped the parchment onto the table, grey eyes searching the face of the Gryffindor girl in front of him. “ I must admit, you're a little more intelligent than what I'd thought. The fact that you can create spells is...fascinating.”

“I'm glad you think so highly of me,” Hermione replied sarcastically.

He shrugged and then picked up her notes again. “When can I try these?”

“Try them?” Hermione repeated incredulously. “Malfoy, of all the people here, why do you think I'd let you be the first to try them? Besides, they aren't perfected yet and are potentially hazardous to use.”

“Because Granger,” he snarled blackly. “If you don't, I'll let everyone know about your little project sooner than you'd anticipated.”

“Go ahead,” she snapped back. “See if I care.”

She snatched the paper from his hand before stalking away from the table. She heard him thundering after her before his fingers wrapped around her arm, spinning her around.

“No you don't,” he growled in that same voice from their previous encounter. “We also have some unfinished business Granger.”

“We have no business,” she retorted.

“After the two orgasms I gave you,” he purred at her, “I think I'm going to have to disagree.”

Her cheeks flushed red as she said in her bossiest tone, “Malfoy, it happened once. I told you it wouldn't happen again.”

“There's the little problem,” he said, moving closer to her. “I didn't agree to that arrangement. I fully intend on getting a taste of you again.”

That wasn't all of it, though neither of them would admit it. Being in a war took a toll on everyone in the manor. Fear, frustration and sadness coagulated to form something heavy that seemed to sit in everyone's gut. Taking pleasure in another's body, to escape for a few moments from the world that they were forcibly thrust into, was all the control they had in their lives at the moment.

That was what drove her and Malfoy together the first time. Anger and fear. And it'd resulted in something explosive.

And he apparently had no doubt that it'd continue.

“Well I don't!” She looked up into Draco's dark gray eyes, tumultuous like there was a storm brewing.

“I think I can remedy your stubbornness,” Draco said into her ear as his fingers traced around her breast. “You've been avoiding me. You must know that Malfoys cannot be evaded, especially not when the prey is in their manor.”

A bolt of heat shot through her body but she wasn't going to do this again, especially not with Malfoy. "I'm not your bloody prey Malfoy. This isn't some hunt. I don't want to do anything with you Malfoy. I don't want anything to do with you at all! If you're not used to rejection, too damn bad!"

She roughly pushed past him, intending to escape the library as quickly as possible when his hand was on her arm again, his grip like a vice.

“Sit down,” he commanded in a steely voice. “Don't make me repeat myself.”

When Hermione stubbornly refused to move, he forcefully pushed her into her previously occupied chair. She stared up at him, bewildered as he loomed over her, eyes sweeping up and down her body.

“You're wearing a skirt,” he said with a slight sneer, flipping it up to reveal her royal blue knickers. “How convenient.”

With a flick of his wand, her wrists were spell to the sides of her chair and another silenced her voice in her throat. Eyes wide and wild, Hermione struggled as best she could before Malfoy frowned and grabbed her chin. “None of that Granger.”

Almost reverently, his hands traveled over her breasts. She held her breath, expecting him to divest her of her button down shirt but he passed it over, his fingers moving lower to concentrate on the apex of her thighs. Her breathing quickened as he slipped off her knickers leaving them dangling on one foot. His eyes hungry, he stared at her parted flesh that had a tell tale glisten in the dim light.

“What's this Granger?” he said mockingly, drawing a finger along her moist slit. “Don't tell me that you're all wet for me. I must say, I'm humbled.”

Hermione silently fumed and only turned her head to hide her shame as Draco gathered more evidence of her arousal on his fingertips. Suddenly she felt something she'd never felt before and looked down to see what he was doing.

He looked up at her devilishly, getting down on his knees between her legs before licking her slit in one decisive upstroke that had her hips bucking towards his tongue. “Feels good, doesn't it?” he said, his own voice hoarse, strained from containing his hard cock in his pants. “You taste good Granger.”

Of course she couldn't answer so he dipped his head back to her quim, his tongue sliding past her lips to the hot silken cavern inside. He thrust into her hole with his tongue, occasionally using his mouth to suction her clit that was standing ready to attention.

Draco could feel the fine tremors passing through her body as he sucked out her essence like he was a starving man and she, a feast laid out before him. He then drew his lips around her clit and used his fingers to fill her tight, spasming core. Her hips began to move more frantically and a flush spread across her face that was a tell tale sign of an impending orgasm.

Tonguing her clit more wildly, Draco began to pump his fingers in and out, in and out filling her as well as he could without sinking cock first into her core. Deftly using his free hand, Draco flicked his wand and released the silencing spell just as she tightened and came around his fingers, moaning so loud that she would've alerted anyone else in the library had they not been alone. He quickly position his mouth at her gushing hole, drinking as much of her down as he could, flicking her clit to prolong her orgasm as she slowly came down from an incredible high.

“Merlin,” she breathed, still trembling as he stood, face glistening.

Draco leaned over her, a hungry look on his face as his thumb fiddled with her clit one last time, making her cry out in pleasure. She met his gaze, amber eyes hot, sated, and angry.

“You still want nothing to do with me Granger?”
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