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Draco's Camera	By : bettysilks Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 37709 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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“You have got to be joking?”

“Afraid not, Granger. I am utterly serious.”

Hermione scoffed. Malfoy was insane. Utterly insane. He had to be. She couldn’t see any other explanation for his cocked-up contract concept. One month. One month, he wanted.

She huffed and spun away from him. The sight of his face was doing odd things to her at the moment. She wanted to... just...

“Argh!”

“Relax. For godess’ sake, Granger. You’re making this out to be more difficult than it needs to be.”

“Malfoy!” she snapped, driving her hands up into her hair. “I cannot. I absolutely cannot devote one month of my life to you. What do you want? A... A fucktoy?”

“Mhmm, yes, that would be nice.” he murmured, leaning over her shoulder.

Hermione took a step away, pressing her forehead into the bark of a tree.

“Granger, that isn’t what I want. Just give me a chance. Let me show you.”

“Show me what?” she asked, exasperated.

Was he still high on the dragon-droga?

“I want you- to help you, to fix you-”

“Fix me?” she barked. “Bloody hell, fix yourself!”

He sighed and his hand came up to rest between her shoulder blades, the weight of his palm comforting against the damp back of her jumper.

“I won’t argue that. We both need fixing but I think we can both agree that you are a bit more... disturbed than I am.”

Disturbed? She wasn’t sure if his wording was meant to be a dig but she wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to get one back.

“I don’t do drugs.”

Draco chuckled.

“No, you just offer your body up to angry little boys who hate you. That’s just as dangerous, Granger. I could have-”

She interjected, spinning to face him once more.

“You didn’t do anything I didn’t want you to. You didn’t hurt me.”

“I could have.”

He cupped the tops of her arms and smiled sadly down at her. Hermione ignored the uncomfortable fluttering in her belly. He was all over her, taking up a huge amount of the space around her. All she could feel and smell and see was him. She ought to be disgusted. She wasn’t. Just, her body was filled with this strange sense of ticking anticipation. Something was coming, something was about to happen. What, she couldn’t say.

“I will give you the day to think about it. It’s just one month, Granger. 30 days.”

“Draco.” she began, the anticipation unfurling into downright panic. “I can’t. You know I can’t. Ron and Harry-”

“I don’t want to hear about those two.”

Hermoine chewed her lip as she studied the ground between them. There was something Malfoy wasn’t allowing through his head. She just didn’t have the ability to give him what he wanted. And he must have seen that realization in her body language, in the way her shoulders slumped and her chin twitched to the side. He cut her off before she could deny him yet again.

“You’re such a little fool.” he hissed, bending his knees to put his face in her line of sight. “You honestly think those boys understand what’s happening to you? That they know the depths of you, would want you if they did? Potter, that bleeding idiot, has his head so far up the Weasley girls snatch he’s gone blind for all colors but pink. And don’t get me started on the boy weasel. What kind of man shares his woman? I don’t know if he’s blind or really that stupid. Unobservant doesn’t begin to cover his neglect of you-”

“Malfoy, I can take care of myself-”

“Then, by all means, do so. You can begin by obtaining some... Oh hell, what’s the word? Closing? Closer?”

“Closure?”

“Yes. You know what I’m talking about, don’t you? It’s a muggle term.”

Hermione stared up at him. She was tempted to ask all about his sudden influx of knowledge regarding muggle terms and topics. However, she had a feeling the reason for his new course of study had something to do with her and she wasn’t ready to hear that from him. He’d done enough for her. Muggle education didn’t have to be added to the list too.

“Draco, you are all the closure I need.”

He blinked and twin spots of color rose in his fair cheeks. Hermione furrowed her brows. He was blushing?

“Stop looking at me like that, Granger. It’s bloody hot out here.”

In March?

“Are you listening to what I am saying?”

“Yes I am and I think you’re very rude. Harry is allowed to have some happiness and if he wants it with Ginny Weasley, why not? Ronald, on the other hand, is my business, Draco. Mine. Please refrain from speaking about him or our relationship.”

He tore himself away from her, kicking rocks as he launched himself deeper into the forest.

“Relationship, you call it? Does he know you’re out here? Does he even care why you’re missing your first hour class? Even I know you don’t miss class, Granger.”

She dropped her chin and pressed her hands to her face to hide her horrified expression. What the hell had gotten into her? Missing class? She hadn’t even realized how much time had passed since she’d found him.

She shook her head. Draco- Malfoy was more important than class... this one time.

“This whole missing in action thing wouldn’t fly with me. I would take care of you.”

Hermione groaned. His words pained her. She didn’t deserve-

“Alright, I can tell I’m overwhelming you but just let me show you how I can help. Give me 30 days and I’ll show you how much better I can be. You’ll understand why I know so much about my parents thoughts. You want that, don’t you?”

“Draco, I can’t-”

“Why? Do you owe him more than me? Did you kill his parents too?”

“Fuck.” she breathed, agitation and frustration warring inside of her.

She should have known he’d play the guilt card. Pleading and anger weren’t enough for a Slytherin.

“Fine.”

“You agree? 30 days. No Weasley. No use of the word shark. No saying no to me.”

“Oh, I have some demands of my own Malfoy. You’ll give me 30 days also. No drugs. No telling anyone about us.”

“Alright.” he said, his cheeks lifting in a smirk.

Arrogant little rich boy.

Hermione rolled her eyes as she pushed away from him.

“Not so fast, darling. You came out here for a reason, didn’t you?”

“Malfoy, please. Enough with the games. You just said-”

“This is different. Take your tie off for me.”

She glared at him dubiously. They’d spent maybe 20 minutes talking and already she had the mother of all headaches. Though maybe it was ridiculous of her to call what they did talking. It was more like snapping and snarling, and taking that into account, it was no wonder her head was pounding like a bass drum.

Still, she unhooked her tie and yanked it off of her neck. Gingerly, he plucked it from her hands and began to fold it in his. Hermione watched passively. If she wasn’t a witch she’d be forced to find an iron after his abuse of her garment.

“Open.”

“What- Argh!”

Using a single finger, he pressed up on the underside of her chin and forced her mouth closed around her tie. Her nostrils flared and she shivered. This was what she wanted. This was what she had chased him down for.

She really ought to tell him to stop. How could he do it without the drug? Without turning that aspect of their relationship ‘on’ by calling out shark?

But Hermione was too selfish to stop him as he trailed his large hands down the length of her arms. He cupped her wrists and lifted her hands up and away from her body. He pressed her arms against the tree, stretching her out before him. She shivered once again. With a wave of his hand, vines from the tree slithered around her delicate bones, holding her still. She struggled, testing their strength.

“You’re not going anywhere, Granger.”

No. she really wasn’t. He smirked down at her.

“Spread your legs... Farther... Farther... Good.”

Another wave and more vines wrapped themselves around her ankles. Hermione began to shake. She was totally immobile and the realization made that ticking anticipation explode inside of her stomach. She felt right. She belonged at his mercy

“I’m sorry.” she mumbled around the fabric of the tie.

Apologizing was what she usually did. It felt right too.

“Quiet now, Granger. Not a word.”

She nodded. Whatever he wanted.

“You’ve been such a bad girl.”

Yes she was, wasn’t she?

Tears began to spill from her eyes. He brushed a few of them away with his thumbs and she shook her head in a silent admonition for his tenderness. He reared back and slapped her cheek. She flinched, although he had pulled his blow. He’d done worse in the past.

“What did I say about the word no? Let’s pretend the concept of refusal doesn’t even exist for you, little mudblood.”

Without giving her a chance to respond he ran the tips of his fingers down the front of her jumper. The material parted and fell away under his touch, the wool unraveling like string. Her teeth clenched around the tie. It was cold outside but the chill was no less than she deserved, she thought.

“How should I punish you, Granger?”

His soft-spoken question had lulled her. She was surprised when his fingers closed around the neckline of her starchy white blouse. He ripped it open, baring her skin to the elements. She whimpered, blinking through her tears to look up at his face. Was this ok? Was he really off the thrice-damned drug?

He drove his fingers into her hair, pushing it back away from her face. His cool gray- only gray- eyes met her gaze and he smirked yet again.

“Are you giving me the puppy dog eyes? Granger, my dear, you cannot expect to get away with that kind of behavior.”

He pressed closer to her, lifting one hand to cup her breast through her bra. She arched forward into his warmth.

He whispered to her, “I’m the only one who knows just how naughty you are and I would be remiss if I allowed you to go unpunished. Don’t you think?”

She nodded once sharply.

“Good. Then perhaps I’ll warm you up.”

He took half a step back, making the front clasp of her bra unravel the same way he’d done her sweater. He pushed all of the fabric off to the side, baring her completely. She clenched her eyes shut as his hands traced patterns all over her skin. Eventually, he came to her waist. He tucked her skirt up into the waistband and caressed her thighs.

“Remember how you warmed me? How you burned me?”

Dread flittered through her.

“I see that you do. So lets see if you can take what you dish out.”

His fingers heated against her inner thighs and he watched her eyes for her reaction. Hermione shivered. The heat combined with the cold around them made her itch, want to shimmy out of her skin.

“Quite an interesting display of magic, Granger. Took me a few days to master it... Well, not exactly master it. You’ll tell me if it gets to be too much, won’t you? ... Ah, but I won’t understand you if you do.”

He adopted a faux pout but shrugged negligently as he moved his hands up over her belly. She squirmed, that feeling of rightness rising in her once again. He caressed her up to her collar bones and then pulled back to touch her with only the tips of his pointer fingers. He tapped her nipple and she cried out. He’d gotten hotter!

“What is it, little one? Still cold?”

She groaned. No, not cold.

He pinched her and it was like a spark of lightening went through her skin there. She thrashed against the tree as he began a quick onslaught against every exposed inch of skin. He pinched and pulled and poked all while that damned heat sparked against her flesh. She was exhausted and panting by the time he stepped back. Her head spun on her shoulders. She barely managed to dip her chin to get a look at her torso. She expected to be covered in red welts and purple bruises, like a mosaic. There was nothing. Her skin was flawless and even as she examined herself the pain began to fade.

He fisted her hair, drawing her eyes up to his.

“Pretty eyes on me, Granger. Understand? Don’t look away.”

She blinked her understanding. He pressed his erection into her thigh. She squirmed away as much as she could with the vines holding her. The scalding, lightening heat all over her thighs and breasts and belly had felt so much more intense. She was almost giddy after it and the idea of going from that to having him fuck her was... unpleasant. The fucking would hurt.

Draco guided her gaze down with his hold on her hair. Slowly, his hand slid from her curls. He lowered himself to his knees in front of her. She narrowed her eyes. The last time he’d been on his knees in front of her...

“Going to taste you.”

She bucked against her bonds and he let out a silky little laugh, his breath huffing against her as she tried in vain to close her legs.

“No refusal, Granger. Relax your legs.”

She did. He cupped her quim and that heat flooded her body once again. It was less of a burn this time and more just a soothing warmth.

“Af-oy!”

“What, Granger? You agreed, didn’t you? 30 days in which I can show you just how well I can treat this body.”

As he spoke, he drew his fingers against the sides of her underwear, parting the material and pulling the scrap of fabric completely away from her skin. He fisted her panties and stuffed them into his pocket before pressing his hands against her waist, his nose against her belly. Hermione squirmed uncomfortably. He was being too intimate but the look of rapture on his face was enough to still her protests. If this pleased him...

“Just feel... Eyes on me.”

His tongue skimmed over her belly button, making her squirm. It was a flash of heat before the wind cooled her once again. He kissed and nuzzled her belly, her hips, her thighs. She was gritting her teeth and squirming by the time he deigned to actually taste her.

“Ahh.” she moaned, throwing her head back against the tree.

“Eyes.”

She snapped her chin down to meet his gaze, to watch his pink tongue slide through her rosy flesh. His eyelids fluttered and he hummed against her. She gasped, her arms pulling ineffectively at the vines. It was too much. Her heart felt like it was about to beat out of her chest.

“I want you to get nice and wet for me, Granger. That’s what I want. Are you going to give me what I want?”

She nodded shakily, trying so hard to shut her brain off. She didn’t deserve pleasure but he wanted...

Her teeth clenched around the tie as the bottom half of his face disappeared between her legs. He lapped at that hot spot between her legs for what felt like forever and she slumped against the tree. She’d never felt anything like... It was...

“Agh!”

Her fingers curled into fists above her head. He slipped two digits into her sheath, curling them upwards against some spot inside her. He dragged the rough curve of his fingers over it, pressing and scraping until she felt as if she might go mad.

“Please, please, please.” she begged, her words unintelligible as she gazed at his dark gray eyes.

His tongue had been warm and nice, lulling even. What his fingers were doing...

“You want to come.” he growled, rising up above her.

Fingers still pressed deep inside her, he cupped her neck and angled himself off to the side of her, bracing his feet apart.

“I’m going to make you come.”

No. She tried to calm her body, to think of his parents and go to that place she usually went when she was with him. She couldn’t. Couldn’t think, only feel. The raw push and pull of his fingers. The sheen of sweat cooling against her belly and breasts. His hand around her neck, grounding her, holding her safe from the pressure building inside her.

“Give it to me, love... Give. It. To. Me.”

Her eyelids fluttered like hummingbird wings. Her body jerked. His hand shook like an earthquake inside her, stretching her and hitting her walls like a rogue tornado. A dam broke in her belly and she screamed around the tie. Waves of potent pleasure swept over her, liquid gushing from her into his hand.

When the overwhelming pleasure ended, she was left tingling and shivering, feeling as if her body might float away. The vines slide away from her limbs and she fell forward into his warmth. He sat on the forest floor, wrapping her in his arms. She was limp against him, her body feeling empty and full and hot and cold at the same time. He brushed his hand through her hair and turned her chin up to him. With careful fingers, he pulled the tie from her mouth and went back to stroking her hair.

“You’re such a good girl for me, love.”

“You made me pee on you. Why did you make me do that?”

His warm chuckle rumbled through his chest and into her. She shut her eyes, mortification roiling through her.

“You came so very hard.”

Hermione thought for a moment.

“It felt good.” she whispered.

“That’s what I wanted... Now I want you to sleep.”

“Out here?”

“You’re tired, aren’t you?”

She was. Tired and hungry and maybe she had to use the bathroom for real but all of that could wait.

“Just for a little while.”

“I’ll wake you.” he assured.
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