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Tit for Tat	By : PulchritudinousPain Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 17003 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own The Harry Potter series, nor the characters from it. All characters belong to JK Rowling. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 4 Recompense for the Punch

“God damn that Draco Malfoy,” shouted Hermione. “He calls me dirty? He’s the sick pervert getting off to me taking my clothes off for him.” She screamed and hurled the glass of firewhisky across the kitchen. She immediately regretted the decision having really needed the drink and not owning many glasses. “Reparo,” she sighed. She siphoned up the firewhisky with her wand. There was no saving it now. She poured herself another from the bottle as a tear escaped her eye.
“What’s he playing at anyway?” she thought. “If he wanted to call me mudblood he doesn’t have to strip me naked and make me perform for him, and if he wants me to perform for him why does he insult me afterwards?”
She flicked open the latch on her owl’s cage and called Swoops over to her. She wrote the note, “Ginny, can you pop over? I need to talk,” and fastened it to the owl’s leg and flung him out the window. She poured herself a second drink as Ginny apparated straight into her living room.
“Oh, he called you again, didn’t he?” she summised.
“What gave it away?” Hermione shook her head in dismay.
Ginny rushed to hug her. “You don’t have to tell me details if you don’t want to. I won’t judge,” Ginny offered kindly.
“It...wasn’t much worse than last time,” Hermione said. “He barely touched me. I...I just don’t understand what he’s doing. I can’t guess and it makes me so frightened, Ginny. I think if he ever did hurt me I’d die of fright before I actually felt it.”
“You think he wants to hurt you physically?”
“I don’t know what to think, that’s what I’m telling you. He just seems to want to humiliate me and call me names so far, but...”
“But?”
“When he lets me go...he’s...hard.” She pointed to her private parts.
Ginny stifled a laugh with her hand. “NO!”
Hermione nodded. “What do you think that means?”
“It means Malfoy’s got the horn for you,” Ginny laughed. “All that pure-blood has gone straight to his cock. Fucking hypocrite.”
“What do you think he’s going to do? Do you think he’ll...Ginny, I don’t want to. What if he makes me?”
“Oh hon, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t laugh. I don’t know, it sounds like he wants you but is scared to let himself touch you. He probably loathes himself for wanting you, you know. That’s a good thing, right? All his bullshit about hating muggle-borns may be keeping him off you.”
“I don’t know if he’ll be too scared to touch me for long. He pretty much said he would next time.”
“Shit. What’re you going to do?”
“Have you been practicing your obliviating?”
“Oh, Hermione.” Ginny threw her arms around Hermione. “I’ve got you. Don’t worry.”

She got the call again several days later just as she had stepped out of the shower. She hadn’t even got a foot into her pyjamas before she heard him in her head, “Granger, I want you.”
She groaned. He’d made it clear she wasn’t to hesitate, so she picked up her wand and apparated in her towels.
He opened the door with mild surprise. “Nice turban, Granger. Catch you at a bad time?”
“It’s late, Malfoy. What did you think I would be wearing?”
“Nice negligee for my pleasure, perhaps?”
“Well, this should save you the trouble of telling me to strip. Shall I just drop the towel here or would you like to parade me somewhere else in your mansion, Malfoy?”
“Change of pace tonight, Granger,” Malfoy drawled. “Not that I don’t appreciate your past efforts.” He waved his wands summoning a stunning silk robe. “You can change in here,” he placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her into a guest bathroom.
The robes felt wonderful on her skin, gliding over her flesh like a breeze. She shook out her ringlets from the hair towel and eyed her reflection. She quickly looked away. She didn’t want to look herself in the eye, not here. She folded her towels and timidly left the room.
“Follow me,” Draco said lazily and sauntered across the entrance and down the hallway. He opened a door third from the left and held the door for her.
Hermione was unnerved. She expected Malfoy to behave beastly towards her and here he was providing her with silk robes and holding the door to...a library?
“Take a seat,” he gestured. She sat gingerly, making sure she was covered up. “I thought you might like this room,” he said laconically. “I thought it might make it a little easier for you.” He sat beside her on the loveseat, uncomfortably close.
“To do what?” she asked warily.
Malfoy grinned. “I seem to recall you punching me in the face during our third year, Granger. Tonight you’re going to pay for it.”
Hermione blanched, waiting for him to strike. He kept his arms draped lazily over the loveseat.
“Tell me you’re sorry,” Malfoy commanded.
He waited.
“Granger, tell me you’re sorry you hit me.”
“You deserved it.”
“Did I now? And what did I do to deserve it?”
“You had Buckbeak killed.”
“As I recall the vicious Hippogriff who stomped on me escaped.”
“Not the first...not through any effort on your part.”
“True, but I didn’t have anything killed at all, did I? So I didn’t really deserve getting punched in the face.”
Hermione blinked at him. “You were laughing about it.”
“Yeah, well, I admit I was being a bit of a prat but my point stands. I don’t think I deserved being punched in the face. Now tell me you’re sorry.”
“I...I’m sorry I hit you.”
“Now,” he said, angling his face close to hers. “Kiss it better.”
“What?” Hermione said stupidly. “There’s nothing wrong with your face.”
“Thank you for the unexpected compliment, Granger, but my demand remains the same. Kiss my face where you hurt it.”
She stared at him.
“It’s what I want, Granger. I ask, you do, that’s our arrangement.”
She gingerly leaned into him breathing in the scent of bergamot and sandalwood emanating from his chest. Her heart leapt in her own chest as she inched closer, waiting for him to lunge at her, to grip her wrists as she reached for his face and overpower her. She was moments away, she wetted her lips with her tongue before placing her hands on either side of his face. She placed her lips on the bridge of his nose, pursed them and then released him. She shimmied back as far as she could on the loveseat and awaited her next instruction.
“See,” Malfoy grinned. “All better. Debt paid in full.”
She stared at him nonplussed.
“Thanks for the good night kiss, Granger. That’ll be all. Don’t forget your turban on the way out.”
She scrambled from the seat not looking back, not wanting to give him a chance to change his mind.
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