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Mudblood Fever and Lingerie	By : Tnteacups Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 36612 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Hermione followed Ginny up the stairs to the Entrance Hall, enjoying how easily she and Draco seemed to accept each other’s company. As they walked, falling farther behind Pansy and McLaggen, Ginny and Draco bantered, their usual insults put on hold as they mocked McLaggen in unison. Ginny was relating what she’d heard and seen of McLaggen and Pansy’s attempt at catching Night Sprites, and Malfoy was offering rude interpretation and suggestions about the Gryffindor. He didn’t seem to be slandering Pansy at all, which caused a well of confused feeling inside Hermione.
She was glad that he showed a bit of loyalty, a bit of evidence that should things end between them, he wouldn’t drag her through the mud. However glad she was at this thought, it didn’t stop the nagging uncertainty that’d begun the moment Pansy had called him out in the hospital. Draco had denied being with her, but Hermione, despite her feelings for the blond heir, hadn’t been able to forget how she’d felt when she first saw Lavender all over Ron. She was sure Ron had also denied being with her, to Lavender. Was Draco just another liar that she was getting too involved with? Did Draco still have any feelings for Pansy, like she did for Ron?
“You go ahead, I’d like a private word with my girlfriend.” Malfoy’s soft tug at her sleeve brought her head up, and she saw Ginny waving, and jogging up the stairs, and Malfoy pulled her toward a tapestry.
“Wait, I’m-” Hermione began trying to excuse herself, only to be cut off by Malfoy taking her hand, and lacing his fingers through hers.
“So eager to get away, Hermione?” Draco said quietly, an enticing smile curving his lips. The way her name sounded on his voice was all the encouragement she needed to follow him, darting quickly behind the wall hanging, and up a short flight of hidden stairs, into small windowless chamber. It wasn’t wide enough for her to stretch both her arms out, but with just her and Draco, it seemed cozy, almost comfortable if it weren’t just three and a half stone walls.
“Something I can help you with? It’s going to be past curfew soon.” Hermione grinned back at him, trying to put aside her doubts. He’d done nothing so far to earn her distrust, and she’d not become a paranoid old maid, just because she’d been hurt once.
“Actually, there are a few long essays I’d like your help with.” He growled playfully, pulling her against him, one arm wrapped around her waist while the other cupped her bottom. She felt the hard press of his erection against her stomach, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, smiling widely at his eagerness.
“Mr. Malfoy, I’m sorry to have to say, but I’m not currently offering tutoring, on any subject.” Hermione teased, as though he were anyone else asking her a favor.
“Damn. There goes my grade.” He muttered sarcastically, leaning down, and trapping her between his lips and the wall. The soft warm feel of his mouth on hers was like a drug, lulling her thoughts away from worries and reason. He was so good at making her lose her mind.
“I could hardly stand watching you cum over and over, while I just pleasured you. It was so tempting to take you again, Hermione. Watching your face as you climax, hearing you call out for more… I want to fuck you again.” His words in her ear were a quiet hiss of need. She couldn’t tell if she was even breathing anymore, and managed a short few nods, her voice not working, and her fingers only managing to dig into the collar of his robe. She didn’t care that he’d already caressed her to nearly painful completion, she wanted more of him. More of his body pressed into her. More of him holding her tightly. More of him whispering in her ear. His earlier ministrations weren’t nearly as fulfilling as having him against her as she climaxed.
The alcove was nearly pitch black, but she could just make out the shine of his eyes, the rough shape of him in the dark. It made everywhere he touched feel so much more sensitive. Every nerve jumped alive as his hands brushed against her bum, hips, waist. She realized he was pulling her robe up, and pushed her shoulders away from the wall, letting it slip right over her head. She stripped of her tights as she dropped her robe to the floor, standing in just her bra and panties. His lips fell to hers again, as his hands massaged her back, and sides, his fingers dancing gracefully over her skin. She shivered against the cold stone, and squeezed him more tightly against her, craving his warmth.
“Do you want to try a new game, Hermione?” He asked in a husky voice, unclasping his cloak, and letting it fall to the ground with her discarded frock.
“S-sure.” She managed to answer, feeling flushed, and willing to do anything he wanted. His words had brought back memories of his other thrills, and she found herself anticipating a new one. Would it be as enjoyable as being spanked? Would it be as humiliating?
“It’s different from the others…” He hedged, his voice sounding a bit more lucid. He pulled back slightly and even though she couldn’t see very well she felt as though he were gauging her reaction.
“What is it?” She asked, taking a few calming breaths, trying to prepare for whatever he said.
“We have to be quiet, in case we’re caught, pretty easy. But I also… I… I want you to leave marks on me.”

Draco took a deep breath and held it, waiting for her verdict. He couldn’t see her face properly in the dark, but he could feel her reacting underneath him. She was holding her breath, too, shifted against him, and finally, spoke.
“What do you mean?” She asked, her voice hesitant, wary.
“Well, I leave marks on you all the time. Hickeys, bite marks. You can probably guess why, and I want…” He paused, a flicker of doubt seizing his words, keeping him from saying what it was he wanted.
“You want a bruise?” She asked, confused.
“No, not a bruise. Marks. I don’t really care what, I just… Want you to mark me. Make me yours.” He said the last quietly, half hoping she couldn’t hear. Some small portion inside him still sang with doubt, saying any time now she’d have enough, and tell him to sod off. She’d see who he was underneath, and decide she didn’t want him.
“Make you mine?” She asked, sounding less confused, and more embarrassed. “Didn’t I already do that when I agreed to date you publicly?”
“It’s… It’s okay, if you don’t want to. I was just-” He tried to save face, and take the request back, but she cut him off, having none of his cowardice.
“I didn’t say that. I just don’t understand.” Those words coming from anyone else would’ve sounded like a judgement. But coming from her, they sounded like a plea. Ever the bookworm, she needed to understand what was presented to her. She needed to know what was under the surface of the request. She wanted to actually comprehend him.
He slid his hands up to her face, and brushed a soft kiss against her lips, trying to order his thoughts.
“How to say it without sounding like an obsessed, jealous, maniac?” He thought, pulling his face back again. “There’s no good way to say it, just try to explain, and hope she’s not scared off.”
“I like leaving marks on you, because it makes me feel like I have a claim on you, even if it’s just temporary, or easily hidden. It’s… Satisfying. I don’t mean that I want to own you or anything! Just… that… I know when you see it, you’ll remember, and… I want that.”
“You want me to remember? Or you want momentos so you can remember, too?” She asked, her voice holding none of the contempt or horror he’d been afraid of.
“Both. I want you to mark me, Hermione. Claim me, if you want.” He whispered, resting his forehead against hers, feeling as though a ten ton weight had left him. She wasn’t calling him names. She wasn’t laughing at him. She wasn’t running away.
“You don’t care how, or where?” She asked, and he heard a suspicious lilt in her voice. He grinned, loving the way she immediately sought mischief.
“I don’t recall saying I didn’t care ‘where’, Miss Granger.” He said, easily snapping back to his teasing, playfulness. She was game, and he wasn’t going to miss out on their fun.

Hermione grinned into the dark, knowing he couldn’t see her face and hoping her voice didn’t give her away. She’d enjoyed seeing the bitemarks, the hickeys, all the proof that it wasn’t a dream she would wake from. Tangible proof that he wanted her. He wanted her to leave the same proof on him. He wanted to be hers. He wanted lasting, visible, evidence. She felt as though she could laugh, and squeal, and growl, all at once.
“Well, Draco, how about I agree to leave your face? I prefer it how it is.” She murmured, boldly squeezing herself into him, pressing her body flush with his.
“That works for me.” He said conversationally, his hands squeezing her rump. He was pressing her into the chilly wall, and she gave his robes an upward tug, indicating he should remove them. His robes and scarf were over his head in a black and green pool on the floor with record speed, revealing black trousers, and a matching t-shirt. She ran her hands over the soft material, reaching the hem, and lifting it just high enough to reveal a flat belly lined with muscle. Her fingers feathered over the pale abdomen, and she sank to her knees, her eyes looking up to take in the outline of him above her. She kissed his stomach gently, savoring the deep breath he sucked it, and caressed her mouth lower, placing butterfly kisses as she went. His hands held his shirt out of the way, leaving the expanse of his chest and belly exposed to the chilly air as she trailed her lips back up toward his belly button. She pressed her lips firmly to his skin, and sucked.
A squeal of air made her pull back and laugh, embarrassed by her own failed attempt at a hickey.
“Sorry, I don’t really know how…” She giggled, her hands grasping his hips as he chuckled back, his fingers rubbing the spot she’d accidentally tickled.
“Use your tongue, too. It’ll help create suction.” He advised, moving his hand out of her way. She looked up at his face, her eyes adjusting slowly to the darkness enough that she could make out where his nose, mouth, and the hollows of his eyes were. She fought a self-conscious smile, and leaned back in, pressing her mouth to him once again. She suckled gently, trying to keep her lips from breaking away, or making another shrill mistake.
“Harder…” He encouraged, his hand pressing on the back of her head to pull her a bit closer. She closed her eyes, and pressed her mouth harder against him, sucking as hard as she could, until it made her tongue hurt. She broke away with a slight ‘pop’, and inspected the small mark she’d left. She grinned, and poked a finger at it, looking up at him.
“It worked!” She stated, pleased with her achievement. She pressed her lips to him again, right above the edge of his trousers, repeating the motion, and proving she’d gotten the hang of it. Her reward was another small bruise marring his perfect pale skin.
“Having fun?” Draco asked, his smile occupying his tone, his fingers scratched affectionately in her hair.
“Mmhm. How many do you want?” She asked, feeling the strangest desire to continue branding him with her mouth.
“As many as you’re willing to give me.” He responded with warmth, pulling his shirt over his head to reveal the ample terrain she could work across. Hermione pushed herself to her feet, and pulled him against her, kissing his chest, and left behind another small claim. His arms wrapped around her, warming her bare waist, and embracing her endeavor.
Hermione grinned, and grabbed his hair, pulling him down so she could reach more of him. She kissed his neck lightly, teasing, and nipped at his shoulder.
“That’s too light, it won’t stick.” he murmured in her ear, his lips kissing their way down her own throat, and to her shoulder. He mimicked her action, nipping the skin, and spoke again. “Bitemarks have to be hard.” He bit slowly into her shoulder, squeezing, making her wince as he displayed just how hard she’d have to be.
“It hurts more when we’re not… distracted.” She noted, resisting the urge to rub her burning shoulder.
“I know. That was softer than usual, too. That one’ll probably fade before you wake up.” He told her, dropping a kiss to the outline of his teeth on her. She nodded, and leaned forward, sinking her teeth into him again, copying his slow pace, not wanting to accidentally bite too hard.
“Harder, Granger.” He encouraged, his fingers squeezing her back gently. She tightened her jaw, and felt his skin giving slightly under her hold. He gasped quietly, and she pulled away, instantly worried.
“Was that too hard?” She questioned, feeling a bit guilty.
“No.” He denied, pulling his head back to kiss her passionately. She pressed into him, once again feeling his stiff member pressing through his pants. She wrapped her arms around his neck, his hand slid to her rear lifting her against him as he rocked his hips against her. She gave a small jump, lifting herself even higher, loving how he held her up so she could wrap her legs around his hips, and pinned her to the wall, easily supporting her as they embraced.
His lips grazed her shoulder as he bent slightly sideways, his arm wrapped around her thigh, as he fumbled open the closure of his pants, releasing his length, and pressing it into the fabric of her underwear. His teeth closed over her skin as he rubbed against her, leaving his own imprint on her skin, and encouraging her to continue doing the same. Hermione retaliated with excitement, rocking her hips provocatively against his and biting him right next to her first attempt.

A guttural growl rumbled from Draco’s throat and his fingers squeezed her almost painfully. The sharp pain from Hermione’s teeth felt like fire shooting into his veins, creating a heat and tension inside him that demanded he release it one way or another. He pushed her knickers out of the way and shoved himself into her, trying desperately to relieve the searing tightness that felt like steel bands constricting his chest, stopping his breath. Hermione’s mouth left him as she drew in a sharp breath, her arms squeezing around his neck. She pulled him closer, letting out a little moan of discomfort and pleasure as he crushed her into the wall and pleasured himself with her smarting wetness. He could feel her twitch around him as the base of his sex pressed into her most sensitive and overworked peak.
“Ahh…” She groaned into his ear, her nails digging into his back as he further tortured her abused channel.
“Harder…” Draco panted, his shoulder still stinging where she’d bitten him, the fire in his blood demanding more. She readily complied, tilting her head slightly and seized the base of his neck, muffling her suffering with his salt-flavored skin.
“Harder.” He demanded breathlessly, his hips jerking roughly as she nearly broke his skin, their combined efforts bringing him euphoria.
Draco slowed to a stop, trying to catch his breath. Hermione let up, shaking slightly with overstimulation, the removal of her teeth making him wince with pain as her teeth unlocked and left his imprinted skin to retake its former shape. With his orgasm, the tightness in his chest evaporated, and he suddenly felt drained. He couldn’t recall ever finishing so quickly.
He let her down slowly, making sure she was steady on her feet before he pulled away. She was panting slightly, and smiling up at him.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to come before you…” He breathed, feeling gooseflesh rise as the cold air surrounded him.
“It’s fine. I’m not entirely sure I even could orgasm right now…” She said in a rather clinical manner, readjusting her knickers back into place with a slight wince. He gave a soft chuckle, feeling a tad guilty for making her so obviously sore.
“Sorry about that.” He offered, unable to clear the smile from his own face as she bent to retrieve her stockings.
“Don’t apologize.” She said, wobbling slightly, and plopping soundly to the ground to pull the garment on, her limbs shaking slightly as she tried to dress. He nodded, and retrieved his undershirt, pulling it on, and trying not to smile too widely as the movements of getting dressed pulled painfully at the bruised flesh of his shoulder.
A quick wave of his wand cleaned himself before he buttoned his trousers, and as he pulled his robes back on, he watched as she stood to yank her tights properly into place.
“You know, Granger, as unsanitary as that is, the thought of you walking up to your dorm with me all over you is… unspeakably satisfying.” He grinned, feeling a bit foolish as he knelt in front of her, wrapping his arms around her hips, and pressed his mouth to her belly, leaving his own small suction mark on her.
“Well, it feels disgusting, so don’t get too used to the thought.” He could hear the smile in her voice, and pulled the edge of her tights down a tiny bit, leaving another hickey just underneath before he let them snap back into place. He stood, and kissed her before letting her finish getting dressed.
He didn’t want to let her go yet, but he felt as though he could barely keep his eyes open. He wanted to drag her with him, into his bed, and sleep with her properly. Of all the girls he’d fucked, she was the second he’d been public with, and the only one not to share his bed. He didn’t think she’d much appreciate being surrounded by his cronies, however much she trusted him.
She tossed her scarf around her neck, and looked up at him, her dark eyes scrunched with her smile, her lips stretched with happiness.
“I love you, Hermione.” He said, the words spilling from his mouth before he could stop them. The steel bands seemed to be tightening around his chest again. He cared so much for her, and was so worried that she would come to hate him again. He was certain that if things went up in flames, he would burn too, until he was no more.
“What’s wrong?” She asked, her smile dropping, her hands reaching out to him, wrapping around his waist. Her eyes were piercing him, the quick intelligence behind them dissecting his features, his voice, the panic with which his arms wrapped around her shoulders.
“Nothing’s wrong.” He lied, pulling her to his chest so she couldn’t see his face. He buried his face in her hair and squeezed his eyes closed, trying to banish the dark tint that seemed to be poisoning his thoughts.
“Draco, I can tell you’re lying. Please just tell me what’s the matter?” She beseeched, but the words stuck in his throat. How could he tell her that nothing was wrong, except his own bitter musings? Would she laugh at him for imagining the worst? Would she hate him for being unable to simply enjoy her company without his doubts turning on him?
“It’s nothing.” He insisted, squeezing her tighter, the feel of her squeezing him back banished the darkness slightly. He knew that the moment she left, it would come back, that he would lie awake, unable to stop the black mire from sucking him in.

Hermione felt as though his arms were threatening to crush her, so tightly was he holding on, but the stiffness in him, the way he sighed softly as she squeezed back, she couldn’t bring herself to pull away. No matter what he said, something was clearly wrong, and she didn’t want to make it worse.
She was reminded of the way he’d hugged her a few months ago, after they’d both apologized, and he’d been painfully honest with her for the first time.
“Are you having doubts about me being a Muggle-born again?” She asked tentatively, and was slightly relieved that she got a low chuckle in response.
“No. It really was nothing. Just a bout of melancholy at having to let you go to your own bed.” He murmured, his voice shaking slightly with embarrassment as he buried his nose into her scalp.
“Oh.” Was all Hermione managed in response, her fingers grabbing the back of his robe so her arms wouldn’t fall. She could understand that. She’d never properly slept with Ron, always having to be back in Ginny’s room before anyone else woke up, but with Draco clutched to her, and with the exhaustion threatening to pull her into sleep while they stood embracing, she wanted nothing more than to curl up into his side. But she couldn’t take him back to Gryffindor Tower, he’d never be able to make it up the girls’ stairs. And she honestly didn’t feel safe sleeping in the Slytherin dormitories. Malfoy’s goons may not mind her presence, but she was certain plenty of other snakes would love a chance to persecute her. She knew Pansy for one would not appreciate seeing her march through the wall with Draco. She’d spent a night with him in a classroom after the Slug Club Christmas party, but there’d been a distinct lack of sleeping. She cast her mind around the castle, trying to think of somewhere safe they could curl up together. The library wouldn’t be any more comfortable than a hallway. They’d be found pretty much anywhere that people might decide to hang out in the morning. She knew she’d like a lie in, and wasn’t too keen on the idea of being woken up to shrieks of scandal.
There was the Room of Requirement, she thought, which might provide them somewhere comfy. She could recall Dobby in her fourth year telling her and Harry that it had provided him a place to stash Winky while she sobered up.
“I have an idea.” Hermione finally announced, grinning into his shoulder. “You remember the Room of Requirement? The one Dumbledore’s Army used last year?” She asked, recalling with perfect clarity the heinous pink abomination who’d been assigned to keep them from learning proper Defense Against the Dark Arts.
“Yes.” Malfoy sounded a bit irked at the memory of his Inquisitorial Squad trying to hunt them down most of the year.
“We could sleep there. It is the weekend, so we don’t have to be in class in the morning. I don’t think anyone would really miss us… Or be able to prove anything.” She said in a conspiratorial tone. Draco pulled back slightly, smiling.
“I believe you’re the most brilliant woman on the face of the earth, Hermione.” He grinned down at her, gleefully, and Hermione’s heart lurched with emotion at the sincerity of his smile. “Now all we have to do is make it up all those stairs without falling asleep.”
Hermione smiled back and tugged him from the alcove, her legs feeling decidedly jellylike as she carefully descended the stairs, her fingers twined with Draco’s the whole way there.

A/N: Sorry for how long it took to finish this chapter, the end just didn't want to come together.
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