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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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The dining hall was full of energy as usual. Silverware clanging, goblets banging on the long wooden tables while laughter and chatter filled in the gaps. It would have been any other dinner but Hermione couldn't enjoy it, her eyes we fixated on a certain white haired Slytherin and the disgusting girl that was currently draped all over his person.
Anyone with eyes could see why she was paying the Slytherin such unadulterated attention. With both of his elbows on the table and his long sleeves rolled up, while his laced fingers held his turned head, Draco was the embodiment of a young woman's lust. Thick white hair surrounded his strong face and hung gracefully around his shoulders while stormy gray eyes stared deeply into—the green eyes of a slut!
Anger of the purest form swam through her veins. Never in her life did she feel this type of rage. Even her breathing became labored, tearing her eyes away from the disgusting sight Hermione did best to focus on something else. But the conversations around her were just not sinking in, no matter how hard she tried, they were just mindless sounds.
My God what has Draco Malfoy done to her? Why was she feeling this way? Closing her eyes she silently, while angry at herself, admitted she was—jealous.
The admission took her breath away.
Excusing herself with a bathroom excuse she calmly left the dining hall. Once she turned the corner she all but ran back to her room. Once she was back in the private safety of the Head Common room she let all her thoughts come rushing back.
What right did she have to be jealous? She was supposed to friends with Draco not turning into one of his simpering idiot groupies. Though the thought of him with another girl hurt more than she cared to admit.
Hearing the portrait door open, Hermione looked over shoulder to see Harry come through.
“Mione what happened?” Harry walked around the back of the sofa and sat down beside her,
Seeing the concern in his face Hermione smiled softly, she didn't want to talk about her situation but she did not want him to worry.
“I am sorry Harry I am just tired and I think I might have a headache.”
Green eyes narrowed in suspicion before softening, “Well I do hope you feel better but I have to admit that I am glad we have this moment together.” The hand that was stretched casually along the back of the back couch moved to embrace her shoulders pulling her close to his warmth.
“Hermione I...” the sound of exploding glass interrupted Harry as both students rolled on the floor in reflex.
“What the hell is going on?” the cold ominous voice filled the room.
Looking up from her and Harry's position on the ground, Hermione's eyes widened in shock at the obvious destruction of their Common room's bay window.
Floating above them on his scepter turned broom was Draco—a very angry Draco.
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As soon as he walked into the room and saw her alone in front of the fire, Harry knew this would be his perfect opportunity. Ever since school started he has been looking for opportunities to tell her how he felt. When he watched her leave the dining hall somethings told him to follow her. Finding her alone their head common room felt like a blessing from above. Despite their living arrangements, he hardly had any time with her one on one. Between her studies and only a handful of classes together he could barely catch her. If she wasn’t studying, that git Malfoy seemed to always be around. The lack of time with her and his ever growing feelings for her were driving him crazy. Harry couldn’t decide which hurt more, the fact that Malfoy could carve out time with his best friend of six years better than he could or her room had wards that prevented him from even touching the door. Why would she do that? Harry never gave Hermione any reason to shut him out.
Seeing her sitting alone in their common room he decided he was going to get some questions answered about her real relationship with that arse Malfoy, the wards on her door ,and more important- could she ever look at him more a friend.
Now as he was pulling himself off the floor he stole a glance in her direction and his head sank. With a look of apologetic shock Hermione hurried over to the bastard. Just as she opening her mouth to yell at him for his intrusion, Draco quickly grabbed her by the waist, scooping her onto his broom before taking off.
Ignoring the magical pieces of glass beginning to rearrange themselves back together again, Harry ran to the window just in time to see Draco's silver broom cut behind a castle tower. Letting out a frustrated shout, Harry turned from the window in disgust.
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Flying past the castle Draco landed on the cliffs near the lake. He has yet to say word to her since the moment he put her on his broom. Something in his gut told him to follow the Gryffindor to her room, the feeling only intensified when he that pratt was missing as well. Knowing he could not go through the portrait, he forced to improvise. What he saw made his blood run cold.
“What in Merlin's name did you think you were doing back there?” Hermione was so mad she could hardly control her anger. Before letting him speak she continued her tirade.“What gives you the right to come smashing in and dragging me into the night.”
Silently Draco stared at her, while she paced back and forth raging about his antics. Just thinking of Potter in close proximity to her, made him want Potter's head on a stake.
“Not to mention my fear of heights! Draco you have been acting...”
Merlin he loved her angry, at this point her beautiful lips were but inches away, though he could barely keep up with what what she was saying. Everything about her was beautiful, even the way she yelled at him filled with him desire. Draco would never let her be with another. All he ever wanted was to see her smile at him, touch him, hell just look at him. Merlin knows he sounded crazy but he would kill every man that dared to be near her.
Hermione could not tell if she was calming down or getting more worked up. With every angry question or accusation Draco just silently stared back in response. It was a stare she never seen before, she couldn't quite place it. It seemed to be a culmination of intensity and something else. Furrowing her brow she quickly racked her brain for a word that fit this look. The only word that sprang to mind was—primal.
“And lets not forget how you treated Harry, who di--,” Her last word ended with a shriek.
Before she could finish her sentence Draco had her pinned against a tree. With wide eyes she stared back into the darkening storms of his eyes. With his jaw set and his fist wrapped around her hair, Draco leaned inches from her face. The last time he had her in this position was one of their first days in the cabin, right before their epic fight, but this time it was a different sort of anger. There seemed to be a heat behind it, as if he wanted to devour her.
“Draco what's going...” The burning feeling of his lips on top of hers cut her off. Shock, heat, fear, desire all of these emotions overwhelmed her at once. Her heart was beating so fast she feared it would explode.
The kiss was not a gentle kiss, it was ravenous. The hand in her hair pulled her head in the angle he saw fit. While his other arm snaked around her waist crushing her to his hard body. All she could do was clutch onto him she wasn't sure what was happening but she did know she didn't want him to stop. Her body never felt more alive, his strong hands gripping her hips made her feel soft and powerful at the same time. Hermione could feel the desperate need to to dominate her through the powerful brutal kiss. Even though her mind was blissful fog she could still realize how irrational it was to feel excited as she submitted to his physical demands.
The growl of satisfaction he released to her submission sent delicious tingles to the fiery heat culminating between her legs. Though her lips felt swollen and bruised, she let out as small whimper when she felt him pull away.
With his hand still gripping her hair Draco brought his other hand to her face. She could feel the pad of his thumb stroke her cheek, while staring at her intently.
“I don’t want to be friends anymore.” he whispered.
One minute he made her heart feel as if it were going to burst , now it felt as if it stopped completely. For a moment her mouth was agape, hurt and shock flooded her body. How dare he kiss her like that only to turn around and hurt her so badly. Anger, white hot anger, sprang to life.
With renewed strength she shoved him, as if expecting her reaction he released the grip on her hair and allowed her put space between them.
“How could you?” She was so hurt and angry she was shaking. “Why would you...I mean...I mean I thought our friendship--”
Again he went towards her, but this time she put up her hands to stop him, he ignored them. Crushing her to him he responded.
“That's just it Hermione, I don’t want your friendship,” his deep voice shook her body while each word stung her heart. Though she tried to twist away from him, his grip around her tightened, She could could feel the familiar sting of tears forming in her eyes, the realization made her even angrier.
“I don’t want to be Potter. Some lovesick sap trailing behind you, I won't!” he snarled. Burying his face into her shoulder she could feel his lips across the bare skin that peeked out beneath her blouse.
“But Harry isn't...” she was cut off again with her own shriek as he bit her shoulder. “Draco!”
“Now your learning Princess.” He stared at her with a blackening gaze before lowering his lips to hers once more. This time his kiss was gentle yet powerful. Her knees weekend against him while fire spread through her body. His tongue gently coaxed her lips apart, before caressing and teasing her tongue. All her strength seemed to leave her body when he pulled away.
“From now on I want my name to be the only name from your lips.”
Large strong hands glided from her waist settling on her rear. With a grasp she clutched his shoulders tighten as his strong hands kneaded the soft flesh underneath them pressing her into his tall frame. Her eyes couldn't help but widen as she felt his hard length press against thighs.
“I want you to love me Hermione,” he closed eyes pressing his forehead against her before asking. “Do you think you could love me?”
Time, not mention his heart, seemed to stop as he awaited her reply. Drops of cold water started to hit his hot skin, he ignored the downpour. All he could do was wait to hear her answer. With every second that passed by it felt like an eternity. Fear lanced through his entire being. What if she said no, or maybe nothing, hell anything besides a yes would kill him. Draco couldn't remember the last time he felt this weak.
The feel of fingertips run across his lips made him open his eyes. Large brown eyes stared back at him with a warmth that could have burned the rain away.
“I think I have loved you for awhile now, I just didn't want to mess anything up.” By now her curly hair was drenched, as was he, Draco could have ignored a monsoon at this moment but the her slight shiver brought the weather to the forefront of his mind.
Without a word he grabbed her hand and quickly aparated to her room. With a glance towards the fireplace, flames roared to life while softly illuminating the dark room. Leading her to the bathroom Draco began to turn the taps on the large pool-like tub. Hot scented water rushed out, as warm steam started to fill the room.
Draco didn't need to check to see if the door was locked. The wards, locking spells, and silencing charms were all in place from the day she moved in.
Though the sudden change in temperature seemed to make her shivers worse. Hermione could barely focus on anything besides her chaotic thoughts. Draco just kissed her, he told her wanted more than just a friendship--he wanted her love. And before she knew it Hermione confessed her love in return. Everything was happening before she could think, she was just reacting. This was so foreign to her.
Draco must have sensed her momentary weakness, standing in front of her dripping wet his warm wet hand cupped her face.
“Your freezing,” he whispered. All she could do was nod. They have been slightly intimate situations before, but none had ever made her feel like this. Since he was standing toe to toe to her leaving just a breath's inch between his chest and her, forcing her to tilt her head back to look at him. And in that exact moment it hit her, this wasn't just the hot tempered Draco Malfoy she to care about, this was a man.
Slowly her glided over the strong broad shoulders before moving slowly down his chest. Though the fine knit shirt was soaked, possibly ruined, she could easily see the definition of the powerful chest due to the clinging fabric.
Draco watched as she unconsciously bit her lips while her eyes seemed to explore lower. Just watching her made his blood pound through his body with his hand still cupping her face, he brushed his thumb across her lips before lowering his lips to hers. This time her was gentler with her, though he was still hungry for her he wanted to take his time. Pressing her tighter to him he could feel her soft breast against his chest. The thought turned his well intentioned kiss carnal.
Hermione's breath felt like it was being taken away as Draco started to trail kisses and bites down her neck. At this point she was being held upright only by his hold against her waist. She clung to him as he fought and won dominance over tongue. Moans she never knew she could make escaped her mouth. Somewhere during the fog of aching desire she found herself against the bathroom wall in her bra and skirt. By this time her button down shirt lay in a wet pile tossed across the room. The quick sting of his bite to her breast made her cry out.
With a deep growl Draco buried his face in her soft cleavage, letting both hands rest on the tantalizing curve of her hips. He paused to drink in the sounds of her rapid heart beat, heavy breathing, and those occasional beautiful little cries.
Later he would delve into why hearing her small cry of shock made his already hardening body ache. Another shiver ran through her, breaking him from the trance of her body. Without saying a word he leaned down and quickly scooped her into his arms.
“Draco!” her cry went unnoticed. Clutching onto his shoulders Hermione helplessly watched Draco step into the large tub fully clothed. The large tub seemed to instinctively get deeper allowing for Draco to stand and the water to reach his chest. Knowing she would be too short for the depth, he placed her on the ledge beneath the water's surface. Allowing her to be submerged just above her breast. The hot water felt great, effectively driving her shivers back.
With an almost carnal smile Draco stepped back and began to remove his soggy clothing. Lust and fear wafted in the air between them as he watched her eyes widen at his undressing. Draco had to stop himself from letting out a growl of satisfaction. He could only imagine what the air will smell like when she caught sight of his hardening body beneath the bubbly surface. Stepping forward until he could stand between them, until each silky thigh pressed against his legs. By this time her breathing was labored and her still swollen lips we parted, while she stared at him with longing and touch of fear.
“Are you afraid of me?” his deep voice seemed to echo in the large bathroom. A part of her mind wanted to nod emphatically but her tingling body and her heart didn't want to say anything in fear he would stop.
Softly she replied, “I am just nervous,” biting her dry lips she continued, “Its just that I have never...I mean I never had, or wanted to before you...I mean,” she closed her eyes, she was making a muck of it. Opening her eyes, she looked up to see Draco smiling.
Leaning into her while his hands beneath the surface pulled her closer to edge of the underwater ledge.
“I will be your first and last.” Her mind barely had time to react to his shocking statement when she felt his strong arms pull her into a searing kiss. The kiss just like the others, was intensely hot robbing her of her senses. Hermione never felt the deft fingers unsnap bra. However the deep growl that sent waves of heat to her core pulled her slightly from her trance. With nearly black eyes Draco lowered his head to her naked breast.
“Oh God!” her high pitched exclamation only seemed to spur him on as he popped one nipple in his mouth. Hermione felt as if she was was hyperventilating , her whole body was on fire all she could do was clutch at the long platinum hair through her moans.
“My God you taste good,” the vibrations of his voice rough with list rolled over his breast.
Though she could barely breath Hermione could still feel her face flush impossibly more at his words. Never had she thought of herself having a taste.
As if reading her mind his eyes gleamed darkly in the candle lit room With one last rough kiss Draco grabbed her waist, hoisting her out of the water onto the edge of the tub. instinctively Hermione covered her naked breast.
With a dark smirk Draco's tall form, still standing in the tub chest high between her legs he began removing the remainder of her soaked clothing. With a quick rip with his claws of her skirt and panties followed suit with the rest of her discarded clothing.
Hermione, was never one to be overly confident about her body, and she had nearly zero confidence naked. But the way he was looking at her now made her feel like the most powerful woman in the world.Once clawed hand reached for the arm covering her breast and gently pulled it away.
“I want to see all of you as I taste the rest of you.” With widening eyes Hermione sat frozen in shock as her mind replayed his sentence. Though she was well read enough to know what he intended she just couldn't believe it. Even as each strong hand pushed her thighs apart. Her breath caught in her throat as he laced her thigh with hot kisses. Closer and closer she could feel the hot breath near most private of places.
“Wait Dra...Oh!”
The warm stroke of his tongue gliding across her folds, sent her crying out. The hands on her thighs tightened in response to her unheeded thrashes. Firmly holding her in place Draco's continued to nip and suckle the tiny jewel hidden in the folds.
Hermione felt as if she was gonna lose her mind, a part of her wanted to crawl away from the torture. The feelings he was causing kept rising to impossible heights. She could barely take it any longer. The moment she thought she was going to burst she cried out, her whole body shuddered in release.
With one last kiss to small patch of glistening brown curls Draco stood up straight an admired the damage he caused. With her hair strewn across the marble floor, her naked body laid sprawled before him as she tried to catch her breath. Ignoring the moans of protest, leaning forward he grabbed her to pull her back into the hot water.
Grabbing the soap Draco slowly began to run the slipper bar across her body. Draco was amazed at how much he was infatuated by her breast. He felt like a first year seeing his first pair of breast. The way they jiggled ever so slightly when she walked, the pure unparallelled softness, from the tiny yelp that escaped her when he nipped at the delectable nipples. Every aspect of he breast made his body taut with need.
By now she had regained some of her strength, handing her the soap he whispered onto her lips, “Now I want you to touch me.”
Big beautiful brown eyes stared at him, hazy with lust and curiosity. Just for a second Draco's ego faltered, maybe this was too much. What if she didn't want to touch him? The barrage of insecure thoughts were destroyed, when her hands greedily started to caress his chest. Feathery touches cascaded down his torso, though her hands were soapy they seemed to have forgotten all about cleaning. He had to bite his lip from growling out his satisfaction, as he watched her eyes intently explore his body.
Almost meekly Hermione looked up at him, “I like how hard you are.” Draco could only close his eyes in response, he did not trust himself with a response.
Hermione loved the feeling his deep growls made against her splayed fingers on his chest. With every light graze of her nails across his tiny male nipples seemed to elicit another deep purr. Curious Hermione leaned forward until her breast smooshed against his hard chest. The sharp hiss brought a devilish smile to her lips. She loved the power she seemed to have over him, it made her feel glorious.
With his head still slightly back and his eyes closed Hermione hands trailed further down unobserved.
Following the natural lines his muscular body formed, she trailed her fingers down the V like indention at his pelvis. The purring vibrations seemed to get louder the further her hands glided down the firm skin until they stopped in hair.
Cautiously she looked back up her eyes were meet with black. Black eyes stared wildly back at her, startled she pulled away to step back.
“No don't” The hands that were formerly gripping the ledge behind grabbed her shoulder to stop her from backing away. Hermione could hear the need in his voice and rushed back to him pressing herself into his chest. Standing on her toes she kissed him softly. She wanted him to not only see but feel that she wasn't going anywhere. Strong arms crushed her body against his in response deepening the kiss.
Though her mouth was held prisoner by his, she let her hands return to the thicket of hair. Her name was whispered into her lips in response as he thrust his hips forward. The sense of sexual mastery gave her the courage to seek the thick shaft into her grasp.
Muttering an oath Draco let his head fall onto her shoulders she explored his length. Hermione's couldn't believe how hot he was even in the hot water, the heat pulsating in her hand was unmatched. Carefully she gripped him, notating his groans as signs of approval, she slowly stroked him.
Draco had to clutch back at the marble ledge for control. Nothing had ever felt this good. The sweet soft body pressing against him as her sweet delicate hand jerked him off. He was about to explode.
“Enough” he didn't mean to snarl at her, grabbing her waist he pushed her back onto the submerged ledge.
Grabbing her knees he pulled her forward until she was fully pressed against his arousal.
“Draco!” ignoring her cry of shock. He positioned himself at her entrance. As if on instinct both hands came up to his chest to push him back.
Looking into her eyes he could see her fears and shock. Grabbing her hair he forced her head back as he kissed her violently. At first her hands tried to fight him off, but within seconds they lost their will to attack.
Hermione couldn't believe what was happening, one moment she felt in control and the next she felt powerless. At first she was afraid, confused as to what would cause him to abuse her out of nowhere. However she started to focus on his hands, his right hand had a firm hold on her hair but the fingers seemed to be massaging her scalp as he trailed love bites down her neck. Her was nipping at places that seemed to make her whole body shiver. Though it was his left hand that made her moan in pleasure. Round and round clockwise and counter he rubbed the head of his erection against her folds. Her mind was delirious, she should be angry at his rough actions, but all she could do was cling to him.
Now was the time, Draco could hear it in her cries of pleasure. With one last sensuous swirl he thrust forward.
Stilling at her sharp shriek, Draco pushed away the half wet curls to look clearly into the wide eyes. Staying completely still he cupped her beautiful face.
“I love you Hermione.” and at that moment everything seemed to fade away. With a small smile, she experimentally flexed her inner muscles.
Following her lead Draco pulled back before thrusting forward. He meant to take it slow, he never meant to be so rough. But every time he looked into her innocent eyes all he wanted to do was fill them with shock as she moaned in pure lust. With each thrust her grip became tighter on his shoulders. What started off as delicate moans became ragged screams as he pounded into her soft virgin body.
With his hand still in her hair and the other gripping her soft thigh for leverage he had the Gryffindor's body completely in his control. Her wet breast bounced violently inches from his face as he kept up his violent rhythm. Her body began to stiffen as her walls tightened around his length. Mirrors broke as she let out her final scream. Normally Draco could hold out much longer but this was anything but a normal woman. Draco could feel himself spill inside of her hot walls, his knees nearly gave away as the tremors of his climax subsided. Looking down he noticed Hermione eyes drifting shut. Leaning over her he picked her up in his arms and traded places with her on the underwater ledge while cradling her in his arms.
Whispering in her ear he watched the words go through the fog of exhaustion and sink in.
“Don't fall asleep yet Princess, I have endured months of sexual frustration from you. I plan on collecting from you in full.”
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