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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 7 – Given, Not Taken

Hermione had spent the week thinking over what Malfoy had said and done over the past few weeks. He was a sneaky, conniving twat, that was true but now that she looked back at it without the veil of fear that he would hurt her what she saw was that he really was just playing a game he thought she had started.
Despite his cruel words, his actions had not been hurtful, but kind of flattering in a perverted way. He wanted her company, to show her off to all and sundry at the Ministry and he liked to see her naked. If she ignored the fact he used the Imperius Curse, which she had already told Harry she wanted to, he had been a pretty decent, if unconventional, suitor.
The fact remained, as always, that he was a former Death Eater and there was a lot of bad blood between them. That bad blood seemed to fall away when he kissed her though, those long, tender, passionate kisses that had her blood rushing.
Ron had been a total prat since all of this had started up with Malfoy. He was ignoring her owls and completely avoiding her. She could only imagine what it would have been like to give Ron her virginity. She shuddered to think that she once thought it an attractive option. Ron had lashed her with his petulant disapproval so many times she was sick of it. She hadn’t spoken to Ginny or Harry about her contemplations of Malfoy’s newly revealed intentions. She didn’t think she could stand further disapproval for entertaining the notion that there might be something really there.
Malfoy had told her he hungered for her. He greeted her at the door completely naked except for a robe. He wanted her. That was how he called her.
“Granger, I want you.”
It took Hermione a moment to realise she had actually heard the words and not just thought them.
“Oh, oh, coming!”
He opened the door. “You’re not supposed to say that until you actually are. Don’t try faking with me, Granger.”
She blushed and entered as he held the door for her.
“In the dining room this evening. We’re having a meal and talking this thing out, you know, like civilised people.”
“That sounds wonderful.” She sat next to him at the long table, a huge expanse of empty places and chairs surrounding them.
“I hate eating in here but it’s less awful with you,” he started.
“Umm, thanks?”
“We had to meet here whenever Voldemort called us. It was terrible.”
“Can we eat somewhere else then?”
“Of course, let’s go outside to the gazebo.” He gathered their plates and cutlery with a levitation spell and ushered her outside to a lovely white trellised gazebo covered in flitterbloom. Fireflies danced in the air. Hermione conjured up a bluebell flame in a jar for the centre of the table to warm them against the chill of the fresh night air.
“I don’t know why I had the house elf set us up in that room. So many bad things happened there. I guess I wanted to impress you with it’s grandeur or something.”
“Malfoy, have you ever thought that it’s when you’re trying to be impressive that you come off as the biggest prat?”
He shrugged. “Why be just an average sized prat when with a bit of application you can be the biggest one?”
Hermione laughed, a genuine guttural laugh. “Since when did you have a sense of humour?” she giggled.
“I’ve always been witty, Granger. Didn’t you ever notice how many laughs I got from my mates mocking Potter?”
“I suppose I just never found them funny because he’s my friend and you were being a total bully,” she said with her eyebrows arched in a condescending glare.
“Yeah, well, kids. I grew up. Don’t think I didn’t notice you growing up either, Granger. I’ve spent a lot of time over the years watching you sit between Potter and Weasley. Potter I can forgive as he’s so obviously into Weasley’s sister but I’m horrified that Weasley didn’t see sense to capitalise on what was right under his nose.”
“You’re not like him though. It’s all about capitalising for you isn’t it?” she said, her eyes narrowed.
“And here we have it. You are angry about the contract.”
“Don’t I have a right to be?”
“How’s your mother, Granger?”
Hermione flushed. “The treatment looks promising. Her reviews have been going well.”
“So far I think you’ve come out ahead of our little contract then, don’t you?”
She nodded almost imperceptibly.
“Why did you come to me, Granger? Be honest.”
“Because I needed the money.”
“Granger, you can get money from anywhere. You have magic, you could have summoned it, duplicated it, stolen it and obliviated any witnesses. You could have run a god damn bake sale like a muggle. Why did you come to me?”
She stared at the ground, her gaze wandering, searching her mind for the moment she decided to come to Malfoy instead of her friends.
“I needed the money fast. She was running out of time and...you owed me Malfoy. You owed me for saving your life and you owed me for all the horrible things you said and did. Your family owed me for what Bellatrix Lestrange did to me in this house. I deserved your help,” she shouted the last at him.
“Yes,” he agreed calmly. “I know. You remember I told you the night we made the deal, I don’t forget what you did.”
They sat in silence, acknowledging the truth of each other’s words.
“Why did you sign that contract, Granger? Why didn’t you walk out when you saw what was written if you thought I would be that cruel to you?”
“For her. I love her, Malfoy. I would do anything for the people I love.”
“It must be a wonderful thing to be loved by you,” he said in hushed tones. She looked up at him and saw him saddened, soft.
“Draco, why did you even write that contract?”
“You’re right about me owing you my life, Granger, but you know me - I saw an opportunity and I took it. I got to have you at my beck and call. It was too good a deal to let pass.”
“You’re a pig.”
“I’m lonely, Granger.”
“What?” His confession took her by surprise, but she saw the truth of it on his face.
“I’m tainted. This Dark Mark won’t wash away. The only people who want to be around me are the ones who want money and you’re no exception. I didn’t want money for money, Granger. I asked for what I wanted, you, but I never expected you to say yes.”
“And the vile things you wrote, about beating me and torturing me and forcing me to have sex with you?”
“I was bluffing.”
“Why?”
“Because it was easier for me to hate you than to want you knowing you think nothing of me. For fuck’s sake, Granger, you think this has been easy for me? I wanted to hurt you for making me feel for you. You showed up at my door looking bedraggled and miserable and pathetic and I wanted to comfort you. I wanted to hold you, Granger, but you just asked for money. I hated you for that and I wrote down every horrendous thing I could think of to hurt you. I wanted to taunt you with the prospect of the money but never give it to you, just like you taunt me by existing but never letting me have you but you accepted the contract I never intended to hold you to. You called my bluff, Granger. You outwitted me, again.”
“I...I’m sorry. You’re right. I did think nothing of you, I wanted to think nothing of you. I didn’t consider that you would feel anything at all when I came to you.”
“I do have them, you know, feelings.”
“I realise that now.”
“I can admit them now.” He stood, walking to her side. He offered his hand and raised her to stand in front of him. He placed a hand on her cheek and ran it into her hair, lifting her face into a kiss. He was gentle, warm, wrapping his arms around her, sheltering her from the sting of the cold night air. She breathed heavily, the smell of him intoxicating her senses, the gentle pressure of his lips and slickness of his tongue.
“I want you, Hermione. Don’t deny me, I beg you.” A whisper of honesty, humility and the pull of his embrace.
She responded with equal honesty, “Be gentle.”
He spun with her in his arms and apparated them to his bedroom. He kissed her mouth, her neck, running his thumb over her lips. He pulled at her waist, grinding his pelvis into the soft flesh of her belly. She felt the hardness of him and gasped.
His hands trailed over her body, gently squeezing and stroking her. She ran her hands over his chest and began to undress him. She fumbled awkwardly with the buttons.
“Sorry,” she grimaced.
“Never apologise, Granger,” he commanded. “Goddesses don’t apologise.”
He lifted with one arm by the waist to his mouth, kissing her with more pressure. He set her back down and began to unzip her dress. It fell to the floor and he closed his eyes, then opened them, unveiling her.
“Oh,” he groaned, “Tell me this is real.”
“It’s real,” she replied. “I want to.”
He tore off his shirt and kicked off his shoes. “Take off my pants, Granger.” He stood proudly before her.
“Not yet,” she teased, running her hands over his chest. She kissed him here and there, pinching and squeezing his pale flesh.
He reached his arms around her, unclasping her bra easily. He pulled it off of her with playful roughness. “Do as you’re told.”
“Or what?” she raised an arched eyebrow.
“Or this,” he lifted her by the buttocks and dropped her on the bed. He lay next to her and placed his hand on her breast, massaging the flesh then bringing it to his mouth.
“Oh,” she gasped.
“You make the loveliest noises, Granger. Don’t stop.” He flicked at her nipple with his tongue making her squirm. He took her hand and placed it on the bulge in his pants. She squeezed and he moved back. “Gently,” he instructed. “I may seem hard but I’m sensitive.”
“That’s an apt description for you in general, isn’t it?” she breathed.
“Now you’re getting to know me,” he smiled.
“I always did think of you as a bit of a dick,” she teased.
“Oh, you’re in trouble for that, girl,” he sneered, grabbing her and turning her onto her stomach. He spanked her lightly twice before rolling her back to her side, this time facing away from him. He removed his pants and pressed himself into her back. She tensed. “Relax, Granger.” He wrapped his arms around her, caressing her breasts and grinding into her, kissing her neck and playfully biting her. She moaned and yielded to his touch pushing back into him.
He flickered his fingertips over her belly to where her panties covered her remaining vestiges of virtue. He began to lift the fabric and she gasped and clenched her legs in protest. “Shh, Granger,” he lulled. “Trust me, I know what to do.” She relaxed and he snaked his fingertips down into the folds of her wetness. He slicked his finger and brought it upwards, gently circling her clitorus.
“Oh, fuck,” she blurted and pushed back harder into him. He played with her lazily as she writhed in his hands.
“I’m going to make you come, Granger,” he murmured in her ear. “Would you like that?”
“Mmmh,” she whimpered, her eyes closed, breathing rapidly.
Her noises were met with him strumming her with ever increasing pressure as she opened herself to him.
“Oh god, oh god,” she panted.
“Come for me, Granger,” he growled.
Her body relented, giving in to his demand in wave after wave of pulsating pleasure. He didn’t stop at the first wave, continuing to gently rub her as she shuddered into him, pushing her past her limit into a second crash of pleasure. He only stopped when her breathing calmed and her writhing settled.
“What did you think?” he asked.
“I can’t think,” she gasped. “My mind feels fuzzy.”
“Wow,” he said, impressed. “I must have done a good job to shut down your capable mind, Granger.” He backed away, allowing her to roll onto her back.
He tugged at her underpants, pulling them down and away over her legs, discarding them carelessly. He nudged her knees apart and placed himself on top of her.
“Tell me you want me.”
“Draco, I want you.”
He kissed her and arranged himself between her legs at her opening. “I’ll be as gentle as I can, I promise.” He pressed up and into her.
“Ow,” she gasped.
He withdrew, biting his lip. “I’m sorry, Granger, this going to hurt. Best get it over with quickly.” He thrust hard into her and she bit down hard on her lip, drawing blood. She grimaced and whimpered. He rested inside her and waited for her to meet his gaze. “Okay?”
She nodded and he began again slowly at first. She winced but he pressed on. “Ah,” she grumbled with every thrust. He ground into her relentlessly. The pain eased and the pleasure built. She stopped grumbling and started panting as the exhertion took it’s toll. She dragged her fingers down his back and he thrust faster, deeper into her. She rested a hand on his neck as he rested his forehead on her shoulder, his breathing heavy upon her. He flushed and she felt a pulsating inside her. He brought his face to hers and kissed her. He withdrew and flopped next to her on the bed, spent.
“You know where the bathroom is if you want to clean up,” he stated, panting and waving in the direction of the wet room.
Her brow furrowed. “That’s it? You don’t want to say anything else?” she snapped huffily.
“If you want a grading, Granger, you’ll have to wait until we’re done,” he grinned.
“You mean we’re not? But you...”
“Have only just started. Go on but come back to me.”
She padded over to the wet room on wobbly legs and gave herself a quick tidy before stealing back to the bed.
Malfoy pulled her to his sweat slicked body.
“I’m sorry if I seemed crass, darling Granger, I was only thinking of your comfort. You were exquisite. I’m honoured.”
She stayed that way, held to him as he played with her hair.
“You really do have quite a lot of this stuff, don’t you?” he mused. “Have I ever told you that you’re beautiful?
“No...I don’t believe you have.”
“That was very remiss of me. I don’t suppose I’ve told you many nice things have I?”
“No, you haven’t, but your average is improving.”
“You encourage me,” he said. “I like the look on your face when you’re pleased. Your cheeks go all pink.”
“Really? And what else do you like?”
“Careful, Granger. You don’t want to get me started about what I want to do to you to make my favourite expressions appear.”
“Maybe I do,” she dared.
“One step at a time.”
“Coward,” she taunted.
“You’re asking for it, Granger,” he growled.
“Yes I am,” she jutted her chin defiantly. He took the motion as one of submission and planted a heavy kiss on her.
“I was trying to be gentle before but now you’ve got me riled,” he rumbled. He sat on his haunches and pulled her upwards to meet him, grabbing her at the base of her hair, curling his fingers into her locks. He pulled her head back, exposing her throat and bit, hard yet still playful. She let out a yelp. He looked at her lustfully.
“There it is,” his eyes gleamed. “That’s the look I want.”
She wriggled out of his hands. “That hurt.”
“I know,” he growled. “But you liked it, I can tell. That’s why I like that look so much. You’re scared to want it but you’re so curious to find out and god knows I want to teach you. It drives me insane.”
“You’re right. You do scare me at times.”
“Don’t worry, Granger, I know where to draw the line. If you want me to stop, then just say so.”
“Just say stop?”
“That’s all you need to do.”
She eyed him warily before crawling back across the bed to him and placing her hands on his chest. She kissed his face tenderly.
“I’m trusting you,” she avouched.
He responded by stepping off the bed, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her with him. He pushed her roughly face down on the mattress, lifting one of her legs to open her to him. She gasped as he positioned himself behind her.
He bade her, “Look back at me.”
She did and he pressed himself into her. She gasped and moaned at the ache of him. He delved into the depths of her and she succumbed to the force of his will. He was animalistic in his passion, devouring her and fueling her simultaneously. He drove them careering towards a crescendo of pleasure, she vocal in her heady delight.
He, sated, fell beside her. She drew her legs together and he wrapped himself around her, mingling their sweat and holding her fast.
“You’re free to leave whenever you want,” he murmured, “but I don’t wish you to.”
She turned to kiss him. “I’ll stay,” she said. “But only until you sleep.”
He placed his arm over her waist. “Then I’ll never sleep,” he declared.
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