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Why Should I Care.	By : Kyrian Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 9097 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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After sprinting to Potions, Hermione threw herself into her chair and as if on autopilot set up her cauldron and got out her books.
What had just happened? She was beyond confused, thinking about the kiss made her stomach quench and her head spin. Merlin, how did she get herself into these situations? If it was being accosted by mountain trolls, or diving onto Ron to save him from a curse, she was being hit on by Draco Malfoy.
Once the rest of the class filed in and Snape had the newest potion posted she refused to give Draco Malfoy another thought. And when he swept into the class, nine minutes late she noticed, she ignored him.
Ignoring him worked well for her through the rest of class, but when Snape dismissed them, she wasn�t quick enough. She watched forlornly as Harry and Ron slipped out of the classroom once Draco approached her; both muttering something about bastard ferrets. �Traitors� she thought.
�Granger,� Draco said, pushing his bangs out of his eyes. Hermione couldn�t help but notice how blue his eyes looked that day. �I still need to talk to you, tonight after dinner. The common room.�
And with his demand voiced, he turned -ready to sweep from the room. Panicked, Hermione thought of something to say, anything to avoid another confrontation alone with him. �I can�t tonight.� She blurted out.
Slowly and with much deliberation Draco turned slowly, one brow rose in question. �Why? It�s a Wednesday night; you�re always in the common room studying after dinner.�
For half a second Hermione was speechless, she never realized she was that predictable that he would notice her schedule. �Uh�no�well I know usually�but not tonight�� she trailed off unsure of where to go with this.
�And what pray tell are you doing tonight that is so important that you, Miss Griffyndor Princess, can�t make a heads meeting?� He asked looking bored, but she could see the glint in his eye. You couldn�t spend the last seven years watching someone to not know when they were at their most dangerous. And when Draco Malfoy was quiet and calm, you knew the storm was coming.
�I�m meeting someone�to study�yes! To study.� Yes, she thought. That�s believable; she had told Ron early that she would look over his potions essay tonight. That counted as studying. She smiled to herself�she was a genius sometimes.
�Who?�
�What?� she asked roused from her praising of herself.
�Who are you meeting with to study?� he demanded, stalking towards her in the empty classroom.
�Well that�s a very good question,� she babbled while backing up into a desk. �Another student.�
�Well I should hope so, since the professors already know what they�re teaching and I doubt the ghosts care much for academics.� He quipped, sarcasm practically dipping from each word.
Hermione bristled at the tone he was using, �Buggar off.� She turned to move around the desk, she refused to be trapped between him and the desk like something out of a scarlet novel.
�Now is that anyway to address your fellow Head?� Draco breathed into her ear. His hands gripped her arms from behind, effectively immobilizing her.
�Let go of me, Malfoy.� She seethed, damn him for making her react like this.
He shifted behind her, and she felt herself being pulled against his front. Her breathe left her in a gasp at the feel of the hard body behind hers. One hand ran up her arm, causing her to shiver, he gently pushed her hair to one side and stroked her neck with a confident finger. �Is that really what you want Hermione.�
Hermione bit her lip. She wasn�t going to give him the satisfaction of an answer, the damned man had her trapped where she specifically didn�t want to be. Between a desk and a hard place.
�Hmm�� he hummed softly in her ear. �Are you giving me the silent treatment my little Gryffindor?� Feathered lips burned a trail down her neck to the soft place where it met her shoulder. At her continued silence, he growled: �Answer me when I talk to you.�
Hermione screwed her eyes shut; she knew if she opened her mouth sound would slip out. Draco gave her a sharp nip on her soft spot causing her to gasp and let out a low moan as he laved the assaulted spot with his tongue. �Ah�� she could feel the smirk in his words, �So you can feel me.� He pushed against her forcefully, grinding his hard cock against her buttocks. �Do you feel what you left me with? All of Potions you had me hard and wanting you, you left me painfully hard when you ran out on me. You fucking cock tease.�
Hermione couldn�t stop herself from pushing back against him; the heat had started to pool at the bottom of her stomach. When his words registered through her foggy arousal she jerked against him. She tried to turn, but he held her too tightly against his chest, she only succeeded in turning her face up to his. Eyes blazing with angry, her faced flushed with arousal she resembled a wicked nymph or Fae. �I am not a cock tease you little ferret. In case you�ve forgotten, both times you�ve molested me today you have instigated it. You, you pureblooded prat!�
For half a second she thought he would honestly strike her, his grey eyes flashed like steel and rage. He, however, surprised her by splaying his large hand against her jaw and turned her head, bringing her lips to his. Standing behind her, he kissed her. She�d not thought it possible to kiss at such an angle, but she�d never kissed anyone as tall as he was, and not only was it possible, it was strangely, intensely erotic. Dominant. Possessive. A kiss of branding and claiming. She was captured hard against his body, his big hands warm against her, his mouth sealing over hers.
She was shocked to hear herself whimper against his lips, but it was lost to the hot glide of his tongue, probing deep, retreating. Mating, escaping. Playing with her, dancing a slow torturous, blatantly sexual dance.
With him behind her, she had no control over the kiss. He had it all, and was exploiting it mercilessly. He continued to seductively rub against her back, challenging her to respond, demanding she do what he wanted. Abruptly he filled his hands with her breasts. Causing her to make a keening noise she would later think about and blush.
God, her nipples were so hard the poked out through her bra and her shirt, hungry for touch. His touch. �Merlin, Hermione.� He groaned before capturing her lips once again. He palmed her breast, pinching her nipples through her clothing, causing her to push harder against the delicious hardness rubbing against her back.
Draco ran his hands down her body stopping to slip between her robes and under her t-shirt. With one hand back on her breast with only her bra in the way, the other continued south. Stopping at the waistband of her jeans. �Are you wet for me Hermione?� he growled.
�Oh god!� was her strangled response. His words causing a reaction just as hot as his touch.
�When I reach under you panties, will you be wet for me?� his fingers ideally played with the snap on her pants. �Will I be able to slip my fingers inside of you and feel you dripping down my hand?�
�Please.� Hermione whimpered. Not knowing what she wanted but knowing that something had to be done to end the painfully pleasurable feeling in her.
�Please what Hermione?� he rasped in her ear. She shivered when she felt his breath wash over her. He was pushing harder, and faster against her.
Hermione couldn�t form words; his hand on her breast was kneading it and playing with the nipple in a way that made her even wetter, dampening her panties. Not that she would ever tell him she was wet for him.
�Tell me what you want Granger.� He demanding, sliding his hand between her jeans and panties, cupping her heat.
Frustrated to the point of tears, she glared up at him. �Move.�
�Sorry, you�ll have to be a little more specific than that.� He smirked.
Hermione wriggled against him, trying to get more friction down there. She was so close, she just needed�something! �Move your damned hand Malfoy!�
�Hmmm�move it how Hermione?� He subtly shifted his palm so it pressed on that tiny numb that was so sensitized it bordered on pain. �Like this?� The arm he had freed reached up to grasp his wrist and shove it further down her pants.
�Harder Malfoy!� she demanded, using her position between him and the desk, wrapped in his arms to move how she wanted to. She continued to wiggle against him, to far gone to feel embarrassed about her actions.
�Demanding little witch aren�t you?� Draco chuckled, his voice sounding strained and hoarse.
�Please! Damnit!� She was so close, she could feel it. But she felt empty, she could feel muscles she didn�t even realize she had clench in want.
�Do you want me in you?� He demanded urgently, �Do you need to feel me inside of you?�
�God, yes!� she moaned. �Malfoy you bastard!� she panted.
Shoving her panties aside with his thumb he shoved a hard digit into her. Reaching behind her, she gripped his long blond hair in a fist as she moaned with pleasure. �Is this what you want? Tell me!� Draco attacked her neck with sharp bites and kisses that only made her moan louder. �Tell me, tell me.� He almost chanted.
�Yes�god�more!�
Draco groaned against her neck, driving a second finger into her hot core. �So wet�so tight�� he mumbled, pushing her against the desk for leverage, still moving frantically against her back.
�So close-� Hermione whispered.
She felt a calloused finger flick against her clit, and that was all it took to send her careening over the edge. Calling out and trembling, she rode the waves of her orgasm. She could hear Draco make an edgy noise that bordered on animalistic as he jerked against her a few times. Groaning her name.
Both were slumped over the desk, sweat glistening on their skin, as they tired to control their breathing.
When he shifted against her back she felt the sharp stab of the corner of the desk. It was then that reality crashed around her.

�Oh my god!� she whispered again. She had done the very thing she had sworn to avoid.
�No, it�s just Draco, sweetheart.� He said chuckling as he removed himself from laying over her. He stood up to straighten his clothing, they had ten minutes until their next classes.
Hermione didn�t move, if anything she curled into a ball trying to adjust her jeans and robe. �Granger?� She wouldn�t answer him, she wouldn�t even look at him. �Granger!� he said more sharply.
Hermione could feel tears in her eyes, he was going to tell everyone. Harry, Ron, McGonagall, everyone. They would hate her, and worse though, she was just another of his whores. One of the many who fell to his charm. She couldn�t deal with what she was feeling. It had been wonderful, better then wonderful, it had been amazing. But, she was sure it meant nothing to him. She was nothing to him. Even though it had felt more pleasurable than the one time she and Victor had had sex, she was hurt, because to him, she was nothing.
She tried to get around him without him seeing her blotchy face and shining eyes, but of course he had to bloke her. �Hermione,� he said softly lifting her chin with a hand. �What�s wrong? Did I hurt you?� concern flashed in his eyes.
Maybe, he did feel something.
�No, I�m fine.�
He gave her an easy smile and tucked a loose curl behind her ear. �So who are you studying with tonight?�
Hermione shrugged. �Ron. He wanted me to-�
He wrenched his hand away from her as if it burned. �Fucking Weasel!�
�What?� she asked, confused. She was only going to be in the Griffyndor tower for at most an hour to review the essay. What was his issue. �I�m just going up to see him to-�
�What you just get off with me and then run to see Weasel bee! Fucking Whore!� He raged, more yelling at himself than her. Unfortunately, he had just vocalized what she had feared he would think.
In hurt and anger she raised her hand to slap him, but was surprised when he grabbed it. Damn seeker reflexes. �Do. Not. Hit. Me.� He punctuated each work with a shake to her hand.
�Don�t touch me Malfoy.� She yelled, trying to get him to release her hand. Tears were threatening to spill over her cheeks, and she�d be damned if she�d let him see her cry.
�Why?� he sneered, �You had no problem with my touch minutes ago.�
She simply jerked her hand free, slipping by him to the door.
�Do not walk out on me again!� he roared. �I am not finished with you!�
�Well I�m done with you Malfoy.� Hermione said flatly. No emotion in her voice. �I�m more than done with a name calling git.�
And with that she walked out leaving a shocked and enraged Malfoy for the second time that day behind a door.

A/N : finally another chapter posted!! I realized on the weekend that I was turning into one of those authors that frustrate me so much with the lack of posting. However, university is a bit of a time consumer so I am working as fast as I can! Lol

Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed! I love reviews!! J I�ll try to update again as soon as I can, and I�m still working on my other two stories so fear not!
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