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His Second Chance	By : XxJessicaxX Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 5760 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I'm not very good at actually saying something before chapters without sounding silly, but here goes. This is purely fanfiction, and I do not profit from this story in any way, shape, or form. Anywho, on to the third installment, a slightly longer chapter than the previous two! :)

Chapter 2

Did he just say what she thought he said? Hermione thought wildly. How dare he! She would never condone being spanked. It was vile and condescending and humiliating. She was the smartest witch of her age, she helped defeat Voldemort, she deserved respect!

But why does the thought turn you on?

It does not!

Does, too! Face it, you want him to spank you. You want him to punish you. To challenge you.

I do not!

I'm your conscience, I know your innermost desires. You can't lie to me.

Damnit... Hermione thought to herself as she felt her cheeks redden in embarrassed clarity. Malfoy still had his hand wrapped around her wrist. People were still staring. Her hand was still throbbing from hitting him but now that throbbing was echoed down below in her core.

Double damnit.

"You'll do no such thing!" She hissed at him, looking around frantically to see if anyone else had heard.

"Try me, Granger. Now sit down. You're testing my patience and people are staring. I don't give a flying fuck what people think, but I will not have this end up in the Prophet, do I make myself clear?" Malfoy growled at her, and proceeded to yank her back onto her stool with a jolt. He then proceeded to let go of her and pour himself yet another shot of her firewhisky.

Hermione just stared at him. She was sobering up by the minute, and her thoughts were buzzing wildly. He had touched her. He had offended her. He had insinuated that he would punish her for her assault against him. And then he had proceeded to order her to sit down and be in his company, assuming to continue to drink HER own alcohol. His arrogance was astounding, but she couldn't help but find herself curious beneath her fuming.

And damn if her panties weren't wet from his show of dominance.

Triple damnit.

Malfoy threaded his long fingers in front of him and slid his gaze towards her. She was so pretty, all haughty and offended and fuming like that. He always thought she was the most gorgeous when angry. He planned to test her ire many more times before he was through with her. He wanted to see how far he could push her. He didn't want to break her, exactly, he just wanted her to submit to him. He wanted to be the only person she would ever submit to. If her reaction to all the other wizards around her in school as well as at the Ministry were any indication, she had never submitted to anyone in her life. She took everyone by storm, and that intimidated every other wizard around her.

But not him. He wanted to see her reaction to his proposition. He wanted to watch her walls crumble. Her submission would taste so sweet on his tongue.

"Are you sleeping with the Weasel?" That oughta get her attention, he thought smugly to himself.

Hermione sputtered. If she had been drinking anything, she sure would have spit it out across the bar, as astonished as she was. "Wha- what did you just ask me?"

"You heard me. Or did I stutter? Are. You. Sleeping. With. The. Weasel?" He paused after each syllable to be sure she got his point across, a bored expression on his face as if he were as interested in her sex like as he was with a house elf's to-do list.

Hermione was affronted. It was with great effort that she kept her hands on the table instead of slapping him again. It was not any of his business whom she slept with! And why did he want to know anyhow? She glared at him.

Malfoy gestured with one finger, as if he were telling her to wait for him to explain. "See, here's what I think. I think that you're not sleeping with him. In fact, I don't think you're sleeping with anyone because no one can give you what you want. Not a single man that you've ever met can fulfill your desires. Desires that you may not even be aware that you even have, Granger..." he whispered, leaning steadily closer to her.

His voice had became husky. She could smell his firewhisky breath, feel its warm caress on the side of her neck. It made her shudder and her core tighten. Hermione did not like it. Once again, she went on the defensive.

"Who I may or may not be sleeping with is none of your business, Malfoy! And just for the record, my sex life is very fulfilling...and also none of your business." She added a little weakly, looking anywhere but at him, her cheeks aflame. She had never openly discussed her sex life with anyone, let alone her mortal enemy. She was also mentally kicking herself for engaging in this bizarre conversation with Malfoy of all people!

What are you doing, Hermione!? Get a hold of yourself!

Malfoy reached over and trailed a single finger down the side of her cheek, over her jaw, and down her neck, following the trail of blush across her flawless skin. "So fucking beautiful when you blush. I love seeing your pretty skin turn red, whether it be in anger from me... innocent flattery. But what I am really looking forward to is seeing your skin turn red after a good warm flogging just before mind-blowing sex." Malfoy chuckled huskily as he watched her skin darken even more in a blush that betrayed just how innocent she truly was... just how naive in the bedroom she was. He could almost taste her innocence, the way it sizzled between them, the sexual tension so thick it could be cut with a knife.

He looked forward to making her walls crumble.

Hermione bit her lip to keep from responding. Truth be told, she was dying of curiosity, her academic nature urging her to explore what he was saying, to learn all she could about this new dark, sensual topic. It was something she knew little about. She did little more than heavy petting and kissing and taking care of her own frustrations in the form of a muggle vibrator. If she were truly honest with herself, she never explored a man's body, not even Ron's. She was ignorant when it came to sex, and it killed her inside to admit it.

To make matters worse, Malfoy was very attractive, and his status had him displayed all over the Daily Prophet, web sites, and magazines. He was even featured in a few modeling magazines such as Vogue, and made People's magazine "Sexiest Man Alive" title for two years in a row. And here he was, talking to her about sex.

She was fucked.

Malfoy lowered his voice even further, trying to get under her skin. "Granger, I know what you want. No, I know what you need. I know what your subconscious craves with every fiber of your being. I know what you've been looking for for years and have yet to find. I can give it to you... if you'll let me." He watched as she bit her lip, the gears in her head ticking visibly. She still hadn't met his gaze, opting to instead stare straight ahead into the mirror across from them.

He gave it one last shot. "I know something about you that you don't even know about yourself, Granger..." He whispered in her ear, leaning so close that his lips grazed it sensually. He watched as she visibly shuddered. Her head snapped to finally look at him in the eye, their faces so close to each others' that he could feel her breath ghost across his lips.

Bingo.

"What could you possibly know about me that I don't know about myself, Malfoy?" she spat at him.

Malfoy let loose his trademark smirk while running a hand through his impeccable hair before answering her. He knew the drawn out anticipation was killing her. She had to know. She always had to know. He took a deep breath and another shot of firewhisky, then leaned forward again, his eyes trained on hers.

"You crave control, whether it be academically, financially, or socially, you always need to be the one in control. I bet with all your adventures with Boy Wonder, you were somehow leading the charge. And, I bet you have an accountant to handle your financials so you never go in debt. And finally, I bet in your relationships, no one has challenged you. No one has said, 'Hermione, let me do this,' or 'Hermione, this is what we're going to do,' its always been your decision, has it not?"

Hermione blinked then rolled her eyes. "That's no secret, Malfoy. I always have control in my life, everyone knows it."

"Ah, but does everyone know that the greatest control one could have in their own life, is to submit to someone else?" He asked.

Hermione's eyes widened in surprise. This was new.

Malfoy chuckled again. "You seem astonished, Granger."

"Of course I am. What you just said doesn't make any sense at all, Malfoy. How can you have control by being subjugated by someone else? Wouldn't the second party have all the control, being able to bend you to his will?" She asked before she could stop herself.

"See, I thought you'd might react that way. And in some cases, you would be correct. But remember the great wizard Newton's Third Law of Motion: 'For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.' For example, if I ordered you to strip naked in front of me and you refused, you would be in control, would you not? That's a reaction. Because you would not have to do what I said. You would not divest yourself of your clothing, and I would be left to find some other way to get you to do something I wanted, ergo, an equal and opposite reaction."

Hermione looked thoughtfully at him, shaking her head and chuckling despite herself.

"Wait, Newton was a wizard?"

"He lived during the Salem Witch Trials, of course he was a wizard disguised as a muggle, otherwise he'd be dead quicker than you could say 'Avada Kedavra'... you're getting off-topic, Granger."

"Did you just use physics to explain dominance and submission to me?"

"Ah, so she isn't as naive as I thought she was... intriguing."

Hermione sighed dejectedly. "Even if I agreed with what you're saying, who's to say you won't just hit me with the Imperius curse to get me to do what you wanted me to anyway?"

"There has only been three different wizards who can resist the Imperius curse, Granger, but I do not doubt if I were to cast it onto you, you'd add your name to that list."

Hermione flushed under his compliment.

The bar patrons were limited to himself and her. The bartender pointedly glanced at him and then the magically charmed watch he had on his wrist, signalling that the bar was closed for the night. Malfoy decided it was time to leave before he scared her away. He leaned down, lifted up the back of her hand, and placed a gentle kiss on it, slightly open-mouthed so she would be sure to feel his tongue's caress, savoring her gasp of astonishment.

Draco looked into her startle gaze before whispering, "If it makes you feel any better, I would never allow harm to come to you while in my presence, whether it be in or out of my bed... and I will have you in my bed, Hermione, mark my words." He dropped her hand slowly, picked up his overcoat, and sauntered out of the bar, whistling the tune of Radiohead's Creep, her gaze burning a hole into the back of his retreating head.

Damnit all to hell.

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