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You Change My Mind	By : AkashaTheKitty Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 9501 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She didn�t stand
a chance. His lips, tongue and breath were burning her, making her feel an
urgent need to devour him and become devoured in turn. He was leaning his
weight on one forearm, while his other hand was grabbing her thigh and
startling her as he tugged at her again, making room for him between her legs.
When his groin came in contact with hers, she felt a jolt go through her, and
she couldn�t stifle a moan. And, God help her, they were still for the most
part dressed.

Her hands were
now unabashedly roaming his chest and shoulders. He moaned against her mouth
and whispered �Take what you want.� She pressed against him and felt a certain
satisfaction that his breath caught and came out in a low hiss. She wanted to
feel skin now. With hands that were shaking with need, she began undoing the
buttons of his shirt. He leaned back a little to allow her room
to work, but her hands were shaking too much, and, after a few buttons,
he seemed to lose his patience and kneeled to take it off himself. His hands,
she noted with some resentment, were perfectly steady.

He noticed her
staring at him and smirked. �Patience, Granger. I don�t doubt that the Weasel
would be done by now, but I bet I can satisfy you so much better than he ever
could.�

Hermione didn�t
bother telling him that she and Ron had broken it off years ago. They had
always seemed to make better friends than lovers. Instead, she raised her
eyebrows. �All talk.� She didn�t doubt the truth of her own words for one
second. In her, granted, limited experience, the men who presented themselves
as great lovers usually weren�t. Yet, right now, all she could think about was
how he�d feel between her legs�

He threw his
shirt aside and she stared greedily at his lean form. He chuckled. �You�ll find
out, won�t you? And I have to tell you� I don�t mind you looking at me like
that one bit.�

She flushed
pink. She couldn�t help how she was reacting. Perhaps it was because she hadn�t
been with anyone in a long time, maybe it was the isolation that had finally
made her crazy, or maybe it was the fact that she hadn�t felt this wanted for
longer than she even cared to remember. His eyes may not hold adoration, but
the pure need that shone in them as he was looking her over was gratifying. So,
she might do something entirely wrong for once and enjoy sleeping with the
enemy � as long as there weren�t any consequences.

She went rigid
as she remembered. �Contraception spell!� she said.

�Taken care of,�
he scoffed. �Relax. Like I would allow my offspring to be
half-blood.�

She scowled at
him, but the point was moot as she didn�t particularly want her offspring to be
Malfoy.

He opened her
trousers and slipped them down her hips and off, before he opened his own belt.
Hermione licked her lips and he halted his movements, staring at her for a
second, before shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts and continuing.
Hermione smirked to herself; he might have steady hands, but he was definitely
affected. Good. She didn�t like to feel entirely powerless.

He got rid of
his own trousers and then pressed down on her again. He pushed down her bra and
roughly suckled her left nipple. She cried out with surprise from the sudden
movement, bucking against him and burying her hands in his hair as she was
assaulted by the feeling of slight pain and renewed arousal.

�You don�t want
me to be gentle,� he breathed against her breast, before doing the same thing
to the other one. �You want a hard, satisfying fuck where I make you come so
violently that you forget your own name.�

Hermione
whimpered slightly. He was right. She did want that. �I doubt you�re man enough
for that,� she managed to force out.

He didn�t reply.
Instead he shoved off her remaining clothes and took in her body with her
glance. She reached out for his boxers, but he stilled her hand and shook his
head. Not yet.

She frowned,
unhappy with him calling the shots, and absent-mindedly licked her lips as she
thought about what he�d feel like, thrusting into her hard and deep. He saw the
gesture and groaned, and then he was kissing her again, thrusting his tongue
into her mouth much in an imitation of how she desperately wanted something
else to happen. His hand made it down between her legs to find her more than
ready.

Draco�s eyes
widened slightly as he had half-expected this to be some sort of trick she was
pulling. The wetness between her thighs, however, was not a trick. She wanted
him to fuck her. That, in turn, made him want to fuck her more. He had thought
she might actually turn out to be unwilling, but after the blatant invitation
she had given him with that look, he had decided that she had it coming. He
might not need to force himself on Mudbloods, but if said Mudblood was a tease
who thought she could play him for a fool� Well, then she was asking for it,
wasn�t she? He couldn�t allow her to play games with him like that. Anyway, it
was more a question of arrogance than morals to begin with, wasn�t it? So he
wasn�t terribly bothered by doing what he had to do to establish who was in
charge�

But she really
did want it. From him. And his own
need was rapidly escalating at the thought.

He roughly
grabbed a breast and sucked it into his mouth, teasing her taut nipple and
tasting her flesh. Her reaction was to dig her nails painfully into his
shoulders. �You like that, don�t you?� he mumbled, using his hand between her
legs to rub her. Her nails dug in deeper, breaking his skin and pulling
outwards. He hissed from the stinging pain and touched her harder, more
urgently. The sweet scent of her arousal was drugging him, removing his ability
to think.

She pushed
against him and he closed his eyes briefly. Willing females definitely did feel
good. One of her legs came up, her foot caressing his calf. �Please,� she
mumbled against his head. Just that one word. He
decided to oblige her.

He pulled back
and released himself from his boxers, reveling in the covetous gaze she was
sending his way. He briefly wondered if it wasn�t rather sick of him to care
whether the Mudblood wanted it or not, but he put it down to mere preference.
He preferred women hot and panting, begging him for more, not weeping and
struggling and begging him to stop. In fact, he�d never actually done the
latter� yet.

He spread her
legs wider and let his hand trace her folds. So slick, so
ready. He couldn�t wait. Without preamble, he entered her fully in one
single thrust.

Hermione�s eyes
widened and she gasped at the intrusion. It was not unwelcome, but it was
foreign, strange, and a little bit painful. She was not terribly used to this,
it had been so long, and he was stretching her impossibly.

His head fell
forward and he groaned loudly. �Merlin, Granger,� he panted. �I didn�t think
you�d be so tight.�

Neither did she,
but perhaps it mattered that it had been a long time? He began moving, and she
winced slightly as her body struggled to accommodate him, but at the same time
she felt her arousal reach whole new levels. Oh, my, but he felt good. Her eyes
drifted shut as she enjoyed the feeling of his none-too-gentle thrusts.

�Open your
eyes,� he mumbled in her ear. �Look at me.�

Hesitantly, she
did as he asked. His face was slightly flushed with the heat of his own passion
and his eyes were burning as they gazed relentlessly into hers. It was hard for
her to stay focused. She dug her nails into his back, trying hard to not lose
herself in the ride, and taking a perverse pleasure in hurting him.

He made a sound
conveying both pain and pleasure and halted his motions just long enough to
whisper �Do you want to hurt me because I make you feel good� Or because I make
you feel bad?�

She didn�t reply
but instead dug her nails in deeper and he laughed a short, breathless laugh
and then he began moving faster. Harder. Deeper. Her eyes closed again.

�Open them,� he
demanded again. �I won�t let you forget who you�re with.�

She shook her
head. How was she supposed to forget that? He was in her, on her, all around
her. His body, his scent, his voice� it was intoxicating.

�When you forget
your own name,� he whispered, his voice now holding a note of urgency. �You
will still remember mine.�

She felt
something tensing inside of her. She felt her body striving. She knew she was
close.

�Who am I?� he
mumbled against ear, never breaking his rhythm. �Who is it that is making you
come?�

�M-Malfoy,� she
replied, afraid that he�d stop if she didn�t.

�Which Malfoy?�
he persisted.

�Draco Malfoy.
Please��

�Who is it that
can fulfill your every need?�

�You,� she
whimpered.

She was on the
brink, and he had to know it, but he was relentless. �Who?�

�Draco M-Mal��

�What name is
all you know when you come?�

�Yours,� she
breathed.

�The name, Granger.�

�Dra�� She broke off on a gasp, but
knew he expected an answer. �Draco Malfoy,� she whispered. Oh, this felt like
nothing she could remember.

�Again,� he
demanded, as he brought a hand in between them, lightly touching her, sending
her over the edge.

�Draco�� she moaned the name as she
finally succumbed to her climax, tensing beneath him as wave after wave of
ecstasy swept her.

He grunted his
approval as he then strived for his own orgasm. Holding back had been slightly
more work than he had anticipated and he was so very close. �Fuck, Hermione,�
he gasped. He grabbed her hip and changed the angle slightly, making her open
more so he could get deeper, right before he made the final thrust, letting
loose. He moaned loudly as he came hard in a burst of impossible pleasure.
Black spots were dancing in front of his vision and the word �intense� would be
an understatement. �Fuck�� he whispered against her throat as she willingly
drew him closer and caressed his back. It really had been too long.

Finally, he was
spent. There was no better word for it. Still, he had to find the energy to get
off her, to get up and leave. Staying would be foolish, even if he didn�t have
somewhere to be. She might have given herself willingly � eagerly even, but he
couldn�t trust her. He knew he couldn�t, because she couldn�t trust him either.
He briefly wondered if it had been wrong of him to bring sex into the equation,
but quickly tamped down that thought. It had been inevitable. Now to show her
that there would be no way to use it against him�

He slowly got up
and then lazily smirked at her. �Thanks. I needed that.�
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