Pleasure | By : Eloise Downbadde & Eloise Downbadde Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 5020 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Of the sentences Hermione never wanted to say, Malfoy was right, was the very last one. He was right, though. Ron didn't notice she was wearing a different shirt when they woke up. Her heart ached terribly when he woke up and gave her forehead a kiss and mumbled a greeting.
He rose and pulled on clothes from the day before and she wondered for a moment, why he didn't have any of his clothes here. A toothbrush or his own shower wash to keep in her bathroom, anything that expressed longevity.
Staying over had only really become something she encouraged regularly, not wanting to abuse her Head girl duties and her private bedroom but she eventually gave in. Once a week since winter break, she would let him stay over.
She loved waking up in his arms, feeling warm and close to him.
He didn't hold her while they slept anymore. She thought of her parents, of the Weasleys, of all the adults she knew who married. And she thinks about asking, when did the cuddling stop in your relationship? Because just over one full year surely was too soon.
When he was dressed, he leaned over to shake her shoulder until she looked up at him. She had dozed off again.
"You coming to the match today?" He asked, brushing her hair from her face in a tender motion.
She felt her lips quirk to a small smile at the action. "I didn't plan on it." She spoke in her sleepy voice, only wanting to fall back asleep and sleep off her late night.
He rubbed his hand up and down her arm and gave her a gentle squeeze, "It would be more fun with you. I'll save you a seat. In our usual spot, yeah? I won't even complain if you bring a book." He smiled at her.
"Mk," she sighed and snuggled back into her pillow. "I'll meet you there." He pulled her big blanket over her shoulder and pat her head before slipping out her door quietly.
She fell back asleep and slept right through breakfast. She woke closer to lunch and decided to shower before leaving. She ran her fingers along the soft fabric of Draco's sleep shirt as the water warmed and tried to tamp down the memory and the look in his eyes. She noted some small button sized bruises on her hips and felt a blush on her cheeks.
She dressed in her weekend clothes, trousers with a light jacket and put her hair in a braid the best she can, looked messy but she can't seem to care enough. She just wanted it out of the way of the wind when she was out by the pitch.
When she stepped down her stairs to the common room, she noticed it had been cleaned up. Her blanket folded neatly on the couch and her books stacked on the table, her Crookshanks slippers tucked underneath. She saw a new bottle of ink next to them when she passed to the kitchenette. She grabbed an apple from a fruit basket and decided that would be enough for breakfast. She could always eat lunch after the match.
~**~
In the meantime, Draco had been up early. He had breakfast and was with his teammates mapping strategy and stretching to loosen up for his game against Ravenclaw. He was tired but ready. A small bit of satisfaction drumming in his head from last night. He had to tend to himself twice since he sent her off to bed and needed to continuously force his thoughts elsewhere to avoid another blood rush below the belt.
But so far, things were going well. He wanted her to come to him when she needed and that didn't happen. He shouldn't have been surprised, she never made anything easier for him. And even though he felt being given a golden ticket for orgasms and a free sample would make anyone come running, well she wasn't anyone. So when he came to her, he was glad she still gave in. He sought her out, hoping she was in need of a bit of relief and thank gods he was right. Hermione had freely let him please her; so much so that he thought he incapacitated her.
He scratched at the small bite at the bottom of his neck, partially glad his collared shirt covered the small marks from her teeth and partially wishing it was more obvious. His quidditch robes didn't hide it at all but no one came close enough to him this morning. He would've loved to elaborate on it. He wanted to show her petty ginger boyfriend. He wanted to ask him if she ever bit his neck in a moment of lust and passion. Did he ever make her come so hard that her body seized? No.
And he knew the answer was no. Every woman Draco had been with was a different instrument. Each sound, a different key and his fingerings (Pardon the pun) required different movements and he learned to adjust on the fly. Because he cared about how his partner felt. But she responded to him immediately; or he somehow just knew what she wanted. Granger was spectacular, in a way he never even dreamed she would be. Even those little fantasies he had through puberty were so far from her actual body, her sounds and her movements. And no, he couldn't call her slutty or force her onto her knees in the real world but watching her resolve slip away, her eyes burn with desire was something he never could have imagined. Nor the way his body responded.
His team captain said something loudly and the rest of the team cheered. The match was starting soon. He picked up his broom and followed his team out onto the pitch. Kicking off to get a grasp on the wind conditions. His teammate,
Harper, flew up next to him.
"You got your head in the clouds, today. Focus." He said curtly.
Draco nodded to him but rolled his eyes and he flew off. Up at the highest part of the stands, the wind was strong today, he would need to be extra careful. He caught sight of the Ravenclaw seeker and could honestly say he didn't know him from Adam. What would a final year student pay attention to less than the ever new onslaught of students coming to Hogwarts year after year.
He dove sharply down and pulled up just before he touched ground, waking himself with the sharp wind against his face. He rocketed back up and dropped back down a few more times, flexing his arms and thighs, ready to play. He paused to watch his captain screaming at their keeper, pleased he wasn't the target today.
When he looked down to the stands just below him, she was there. He felt his chest beat heavily like wild drums and vaguely wondered how he knew it was her without the mess of hair everywhere. He could see her straddling the bench with Girl Weasel behind her, playing with her hair. Her boyfriend, as expected, ignoring the treasure behind him. The rest of the stands were almost full, students still filtering in and finding seats.
The Girl Weasley looked up, seeing him up there and leaned forward to, he assumed, tattle on him to Granger. She snapped her head up into his direction before she hurriedly looked back down. She patted her pants down like they were dirty. He wasn't sure but she looked uncomfortable suddenly. The red head looked back up at him and subtly raised her hand in a small wave, he swears she had a smile on her face.
He hesitated before lifting his hand and responded with an effortless move of his wrist before speeding away. Focus. He needs to Focus.
~**~
"What is going on with that git?" Ginny huffed. She finished rebraiding Hermione's hair and tapped her shoulders. "All done! Now it's pretty!"
Hermione rolled her eyes, "I just wanted it out of the way. But thank you." She glanced back up to where Malfoy had been but immediately dropped her eyes to her hands in her lap and turned to face the pitch. She had completely forgot he was still on the Slytherin team. It seemed like the last thing she would rememeber given how much she disliked flying and Quidditch in the first place.
Ginny put her hand over Hermione's, her eyes puzzling as she asked, "Want to tell me what's going on? Is your roommate giving you trouble?" her lips turned to a scowl. Hermione shook her head quickly.
"No! It's only-" she looked at her boyfriend, currently jeering and shouting over the edge of the stands at the teams with Harry. "Gin, do your parents still cuddle each other? Are they still sweet to one another?"
Ginny blinked and furrowed her brow, "Er...yes? I mean, they're all lovey dovey when they're together. Now that everyones practically grown they have date nights all the time." She made a gross shudder, "I don't even want to think about what they do when the last of us are in school."
"Talking about mum and dad? Dad's getting into all kinds of mischief without us!" Ron had sat next to them, content his taunting would be sufficiant for the match. The whistle blew and the players started zooming around, bludgers flying angrily. "I bet mum is bored out of her mind without kids to take care of." He put an arm around Hermione's shoulders and smiled, "The lads better get started on those babies. It'll give her something to do. Keep her out of dads hair."
Hermione and Ginny exchanged a look. Of course that's where he went. Women need babies to feel completed. The girls scoffed simultaneously and giggled together as Harry sat in front of them. Ginny put her arms around his shoulders and pulled him back into her. The roar of the crowd quieting their conversation.
She sighed and shifted, uncomfortable under Ron's arm, and he moved it to around her waist instead. Harry and Ginny looked so comfortable together. She would lean down and speak into his ear, a smile on both of their faces. They fit together so well, right down to their personality. Harry was protective but not condescending and allowing her to fight her own battles was the most admirable thing about him. He always had her back but with the Weasley temper, she could handle herself. And Ginny was full of life and love but sturdy and stable. She knew what she wanted and what she deserved and she decided that was Harry.
She wondered for a split second how they matched in the bedroom. Was Harry controlling? Or did he let Ginny take the reins. She winced, feeling both guilty and gross for the images that rolled through her brain.
Harry pointed out across the pitch, telling something to Ginny and he laughed his deep laugh, like it was a secret. He must have been pointing out the snitch, invisible to most. Sometimes she thought his glasses were charmed with how
quickly he saw things.
She turned her focus to Ron, noticing he had tried to mimic Harry's messy bedhead look but it didn't look the same on him. She reached up to pat down his hair, scratching her fingers through it. Ron jerked away from her, looking at her with his eyebrows creased together. He mouthed, "What are you doing?" before he ruffled his hair again, like you would after your mom had styled it for you.
She sighed and reached down to her bag for her book. She noted Ron's disappointed look, despite his previous agreement he wouldn't complain if she read while he watched. There was a loud cheer as a Ravenclaw beater smacked a bludger toward their stands. A few students around them screamed.
As though he was a beater, instead of a seeker, Malfoy had soared down quick as lightening to get between the stands and the bludger. Or, more clearly to Hermione, between her and the bludger. He braced himself and took the force of it in his upper back, knocking him forward with such force even the announcer paincked. It zoomed upward and onto it's erratic journey.
The crowd all cheered (some jeered and laughed). He caught himself and looked over at her, rolling his shoulder blades for a moment and stretching his neck. Her heart stopped, her mouth so dry she couldn't speak if she wanted to. He smirked at her, brought his hand up to his face and he blew a kiss and took off again.
"What the hell!!" she heard Ron shout above the roar of people, the whistle blowing loudly to reset and probably to check over the injured player.
She glanced around, her face turning red and she felt sick to her stomach as her friends stared awe-struck at her. Her mind thought quickly and she turned around to look at the crowd of people behind them. 'Misdirection,' she thought. She knew Malfoy had done that AT her but she desperately wanted her friends to think it was directed at someone behind them. She settled on a pretty young Hufflepuff two rows behind them. She turned forward and jerked her thumb behind her, directing the groups attention to the student behind them and rolled her eyes.
Harry looked back at her. She felt uneasy under his gaze and she swallowed a lump in her throat. Shrugging at him as if to say, 'I don't know.' He looked at her for a few more seconds before giving up. Ron seemed to accept Hermione's suggestion that the blonde was flirting with someone behind them. After all, why would he ever do anything that wasn't cruel towards her?
~**~
After the match, they all chatted with the group of friends in the courtyard before venturing back into her common rooms. She had to convince them because she really didn't want to risk being alone with Malfoy but she also needed to get her bookbag from the room. Her legs felt wobbly as she approached the portait of two merpeople. Ron gave the password, something she had given him as soon as she knew it, 'In case I need help with the ferret.'
They gathered onto the couch and chairs and Ginny lit the fireplace. "It's always so cold in here." she said, rubbing her arms.
Hermione shrugged, "Cold is better for studying." Everyone groaned. Ron hopped up off the couch, asking if he could take a shower in her bathroom.
"I want to get the stink of Slytherin's win off me." he had said. Hermione felt it was just his usual stink from not washing for a couple days and covering his skin in body spray. She shrugged and told him it was okay, he had really enjoyed that she had her own shower. She was positive he would have thrown the biggest fit in history if she had been expected to share one with Malfoy.
When he was gone, Hermione turned to Ginny, cozy against Harry's side, his hand rubbing her forearm to warm her up. "You know we had a fight." Hermione said, partly hushed.
Harry gave a half shrug, "I knew he wasn't talking to you for a few days but," Ginny turned to her friend.
"What did he do?" she sighed, knowing her brother was a difficult person. Hermione blushed violently.
"Harry might not want to hear this."
Harry cleared his throat, "Well, I heard you guys 'making up' so not much can phase me now." His face looked very uncomfortable.
"Well, you are the only couple I know. So, I wanted to ask and I'm sorry for prying." She twisted the hem of her sweater between her hands, a nervous tick.
"He has misplaced...his erm...compassion. In bed."
The two looked confused, Ginny raised an eyebrow, making a face at a discussion of her brother during intimate moments.
"I can't finish with him anymore!" she blurted out. Harry's mouth made an O shape and he blushed to his hairline, staring at his feet.
Ginny giggled a bit and took Harry's hand in hers. "It happens sometimes. You really need to be comfortable and not in your own head, Hermione."
"And we know you tend to over think things. It's practically your default." Harry said, not meeting her eyes.
"But it's every time. For months now!" She had to take a breath to speak calmly again. "So you both...fit...each other. In the bedroom?" she paused, chewing her bottom lip, "sexually?"
"I'd like to think he fits very well," Ginny smirked and gave Harry's hand a squeeze while he nervously rubbed the back of his neck, finding the ceiling facinating suddenly.
"It just," he stammered, "feels right. It all comes to us easily." he cleared his throat uncomfortably. "But you guys made up, right?"
"Is it still a problem?" Ginny tilted her head to the side, concerned. "Because you can always tell him. Or you can take a long bath to relax yourself before hand."
Hermione huffed, "Ron's not patient enough to wait. In any aspect."
"Well, he's always been a little selfish-" Ginny paused, her eyes shooting across the room and a small tint of red graced her cheeks.
"Malfoy," Harry nodded and Hermione delibriatly didn't turn to look at him. There's no way she could meet his eyes and not turn as red as Ginny. Unfortunately for her, he walked right into her line of sight to the small fridge. She noticed the beginning of a large bruise on his bare shoulder and winced for him, that bludger must have hurt. He leaned down and pulled out a surprisingly large cup, a shaker like muggles use after workouts to mix protein powders. He gave it a rattle and Hermione's eyes raked across his bare chest.
He was only wearing his bottoms from the night before. The visual giving her flashes of last night, primarly of her shoving them down his legs. He popped the top of the cup open and took a swig of his drink, "Potter, Weasley." He grabbed a full bundle of grapes from a bowl, pulled one off with his mouth and came up to the back of the couch. He leaned over between Hermione and Ginny like it was something he did all the time.
"Did you eat anything today, Princess?" he held out the bundle towards her, a smirk barely hiding behind his stone expression. She made a small sound she absolutely was not trying to make before she cleared her throat, ignoring that her friends eyes bored holes into her. She reached her trembling hand out to take a grape from the bundle.
"J-just an apple. We are going to have lunch soon." She couldn't look away from his face. She felt like she couldn't breathe. He had done it. He had called her the pet name in front of her friends. Something about it made their encounter as real as anything and her face burned with embarassment.
Malfoy nodded at her, "Good." He pulled a few more grapes off the bundle and poured them into her hand, smirking at her brazenly. "Eat these for now." He sat up and she absent-mindedly put one into her mouth, chewing slowly, his eyes glazing over as he followed it to her lips.
Ron came down from her room and froze at the bottom step. "Bloody hell, Malfoy. Put some clothes on!" he scowled. His clothes were clinging to his skin making it clear he barely dried himself before redressing. No doubt noticing the tension and the blondes proximity to his girlfriend, his eyes flashed around the room. She tore her eyes from his and met Ginny and Harry's wide stares.
"That's what we were going to say," Ginny said flatly. Malfoy chuckled, holding his hands up.
"I just came to get my shake," he moved back towards his stairs, "And check in on our Head Girl." he turned and started up, throwing a look over his purpling shoulder before disappearing.
"Prat," Ron said, ruffling his hair messily. "Ready for lunch, babes?"
She popped another grape into her mouth and nodded, coming back to her senses with a shake of her head, "Yeah! Yes, yup!" She cleared her throat. "Shall we?"
Ron moved quickly to the door, followed by Ginny. Harry hung back, motioning for his girlfriend to continue with her brother. Ever the flawless machine, those two. Harry took Hermione's hand, stopping her from following through the portrait hole and turn to him.
"What was that? He called you 'Princess', Hermione?" he spoke softly, knowing how much she loathed being treated like a damsel. His face made a sort of grimmace, the word feeling weird on his tongue.
"What?" she shoved several more grapes into her mouth to stall for time. He righted his glasses and set her with a worried stare. She was very glad her brain could think quickly.
"Oh, ha! That. Yes, well. Did you know, the Slytherin's have been calling me the Gryffindor Princess?" She tried to laugh lightly but it came out a little more crazy than she anticipated.
"So, he's being a prat? I can-"
"No. You will do nothing. I can handle a little bit of ribbing from Malfoy." She started walking briskly to catch up with the two redheads. Harry stumbled after her.
"In fact," She turned to look back at him. "I could use some help picking a good mocking nickname for him. Ferret just doesn't sting like it used to."
Harry grinned.
~**~
The next day, Hermione took her girlfriends advice to heart. She was probably just in her own head too much to fully enjoy intercourse with Ron. She decided to try and relax, maybe she can just enjoy the time with him. Less focus on finishing might be helpful in actually getting her there.
They were back from a trip to Hogsmeade, walking slowly towards the Heads Common Room, her hand in his. He swung it back and forth to fill in the quiet comfortability they had settled into and flashed her his big grin. She was used to him being silent when it was just them on occasion. No words needed to be said, they were just together and enjoying the calm. Ginny once told her it was because when they argue, they argue so intensely.
She was able to avoid seeing Malfoy again after the match on Saturday but spent the better part of her evening torturing herself. Trying to figure out what was different between the two men. Why did she have such a strong reaction to one and not the other? She thought about how, in the begining of their relationship, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Maybe it was the excitement that made it so good.
They walked past a few singing portraits and she glanced down the hallway when an idea sprouted in her head. She tugged his hand, flashing a flirty smile at him and felt excitement bubble inside her. She pulled him against her and pressed her back into the wall, just out of view of the main walkways.
"Oh?" his eyes sparked at her and he leaned down to kiss her nose gently. "Who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?" he teased.
She made a humming sound and tangled her hands into his hair, pulling him down to her lips. His kiss was strong and familiar against her. She felt any stress in her body melt away as he ran his hands over her hips and pulled her flush against him.
He was always a little excessive with his tongue when kissing but he had toned it down. That used to translate very well to his mouth on her body but that stopped when he crossed the hurdle into having sex. Once he reached the final stage of fooling around, that's all he wanted to do. It was kiss, kiss and then sex every single time. Right now, though, he was slipping his hand under her sweater and gently scratching up towards her chest.
At first she wasn't fond of his nails on her skin, she had seen how dirty they get, but after some time cleaning and teaching him basic grooming she really enjoyed the different feel. His calloused hands gripped her chest and he kissed her eagerly. She let him control everything about the kiss, letting him take the lead.
He moved his mouth down to her neck and she tipped her head back, a soft moan from her lips. Her eyes peaked open to make sure there was no one coming down the hallway. Her breath hitched when she met Malfoy's grey eyes. He was leaning on the wall, a sneer on his face and he crossed his arms.
She noticed his wand was in his fist when he uncrossed and stalked toward them. His knuckles were practically white but he seemed to tuck it away.
"I rememember my first time. How Romantic." she noticed it wasn't his famous drawl but ground out with effort. She gripped Ron's shoulders and pushed her chin out.
"More romantic without you here, Malfoy." she shot him a glare that said 'get the hell out of here!' but he wasn't having any of it. She saw his jaw tighten and his brows twitched down for a split second.
"Piss off, Malfoy. I'm busy here." Ron threw two fingers up at Malfoy and turned back into Hermione's neck. She bit her lip and tried to push Ron off her.
"Ron, we can g-"
"Sorry to stop you finally losing your virginity, Weasley, but the Headmaster requested the Heads." Malfoy crossed his arms again and she noticed his eyes flash with a bit of mirth when Ron swung around angry.
"I'll have you know, Mal-ferret, that is long gone! We've had a lovely shag on your couch last week!" Hermione groaned slightly, like that was a good technique. And the worst part is, he thought he had won. She smacked his arm and scowled at him.
"Mazel Tov. I had one on Friday. Glad she's so sturdy." Malfoy's eyes shot to hers and a coy smirk slid on his lips. She felt like he wasn't talking about the couch. She swore under her breath and stepped away from the wall that she so desperatly wished would've opened and swallowed her up.
"Then you know exactly what you're interrupting! Again, bugger off! You can handle things without her." She felt Ron's grip tighten just a bit on her waist.
"Put your sad cock in your pants, we need Granger. It's dual duties, moron."
"I'll show you a sad cock!!" Ron fumbled with his belt and Hermione hit him in the shoulder, scowling.
"Ron! I'll handle this and come find you in the common room, alright?" Her boyfriend smiled sheepishly at her and pulled her in for a kiss but she turned and he got her cheek. He looked a little disheartened but released her and walked back the way they had come.
Malfoy had strode off and up the first flight of stairs before she caught up to him. He was moving in a pace that told her he was livid. She had to work double time to keep up.
"You don't have to antagonize him."
"I finish what he starts. Or did you forget that was my whole deal?" He scowled over his shoulder at her, never breaking stride.
"What's your problem, Malfoy?" He stopped and turned on her, his face a twist of fury.
"My problem is stumbling across you shagging him in the damned hallway!" She desperately glanced around the hallway, hoping there was no one around who would pick up a new drop of gossip. Head Girl being so scandalous in the halls, the shame!
"We weren't- and besides the point! One does occasionally snog ones boyfriend, you git!" She huffed and pushed her hair back from her face, glaring at him.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I just distinctly remember you coming on my cock so hard your eyes crossed TWO DAYS AGO!"
"Sshhhh! Are you actually insane?!" She scrambled over to cover his mouth and he jerked away, his eyes like lightning.
"Leave me alone, Granger." He snapped, briskly walking away from her, rage boiling in him.
"But- The Headmas-! Malfoy-" She followed him, not sure where the Headmaster was waiting for them. The last thing she wanted was the prat to make her seem unreliable because of some stupid spat.
She grabbed his arm and pushed herself in front of him, throwing her hands up in a surrender. "Just. Tell me where the Headmaster needs me. I'll take care of it."
His eyes narrowed at her, annoyed that, even though he was furious, he still had to stare past her to avoid throwing himself at her pretty little lips. He turned his eyes to the wall past her head to try and keep himself together, gritting his teeth against each other. An action she recognized.
Before he noticed, she had reached up to touch his shoulder with her delicate little hand. He twitched a bit but the small pressure was pulling his sanity taut. "I can handle it on my own. It's fine." She was trying to be nice to him.
"Granger..." He tried to take a deep breath but his chest shook and it sounded shakey. He closed his hand around hers and finally met her big brown eyes. His hand tightened and he spun around to pull her down the hall.
She stammered confusion, the warmth of his hand and his tight grip making her nervous. A few lingering students looked at them, puzzled. In a dozen steps, he came to a statue of a large owl and pushed the wall against it. It gave in, opening to a hidden room behind it.
"Where the hell-" She was cut off when he crushed his lips to hers. The heavy stones sliding back into place and everything spiraled in her head.
He had cupped her face in both hands and pulled her to him, his lips crushing hers with bruising movements. He moved her slowly, step by step until she was backed up to the wall.
One hand slid down her side to grab her waist and pressed her into the wall, crushing his hips against her stomach. He spoke in between kisses. "Why. Do you. Make me." He had slowly tangled his fingers into her hair and gripped a fistful. He pulled her head back to look sharply up and she gasped with the pain. "so crazy!?" He hissed before he plunged his tongue into her mouth, growing more furious that she didn't taste like herself.
'Of course not, she was just with him!' The tiny mocking voice tittered in the back of his head. He slid a hand under the back of her sweater, his fingers splaying out over her warm skin and pulling her harder against him. She shuddered under his fingertips.
"What are you doing?" She pulled back far enough to look in his eyes. He gazed at her, vibrant grey swirls making her tongue tied. She could barely speak with the intensity. He brushed his thumb over her cheekbone.
"Seeing him..." He breathed against her lips. His fingers at her back tightened, his nails scratching her skin and he let out a growl, "all over you." He pulled her bottom lip between his teeth, tugging and she moaned lightly. "I can't stand it. My blood boils, I nearly ripped him to shreds."
"That's not-" She pushed at his chest, his words dripping off his tongue in a tone that made her core ache. It scared and excited her but he cut her off again with a full kiss.
It was like he had returned to her from war, dripping with feeling being poured into every touch and every move of his lips that her legs felt weak. He didn't need to say he was feeling upset, jealous, possessive and angry, she could tell based on the pressure in his hands. In the way he broke each kiss for a gasp of shuddering breath and dove in for another.
She slipped her hands around his neck, no longer content to sit on his chest, the familiar jolts of need pulsing through her body. A feeling she realized with dismay, wasn't active when she was locked in Ron's embrace. He winced slightly as she touched his shoulder and she softly stroked it in apology.
"All I can think of," he ran his hand over the curve of her arse and pulled her hard against him, inching along her thigh to lift it and wrap it around his waist. "Is you. Your taste, your sound, how you feel against me." His voice deep and raspy as she felt his hardness twitch against her.
He shifted her up the wall slightly grind into her and pulled her head to the side with his grip on her hair. His lips latching to her neck to nibble and suck her soft flesh. She winced with her back digging into a particularly sharp edge of the wall and groaned in pain.
He moaned against her in response mistaking her noise as encouragement. "Fuck, Princess." The pain dragged her back to reality, scratching and clawing her to the surface and out of the haze of arousal he drowned her in.
It was her turn to be angry.
"Oww, stop." She pulled back, grabbing his hand and pulling it out of her messy waves, ignoring that it pulled strands out with it. "You. You don't get to do this." She glared, breathing hard, her hands on his forearms. She ripped his hand off her thigh to find her footing again.
"I've told you before. I do what I want." He sneered at her, his breath coming in desperate gasps. He leaned forward again but she threw her palm in front of his face.
"You don't. And you don't get a say in my love life. And you don't get to be a bellend because you don't like what I do!"
"You're such a swott-" he tried to move in, resting his hands on either side of the wall, his voice low with a smirk on his face. He leaned forward but her hands smacked up on his forearms, jerking them off the wall and shoved at his chest.
"No! Malfoy! You," she jabbed a finger into his chest. "Are not. My boyfriend. And you never will be. You would never even date me! So what the hell are you even doing?"
She raised her eyebrows expectantly, waiting for some kind of answer from the blonde. Instead his face turned stone and unreadable again except for him tightening his jaw. He stiffly wet his lips, trying to say something but nothing came out. Every word died in his throat.
"We are not doing this." She gestured between the both of them. "This isn't happening. Leave me alone," after a heavy pause she added, "please."
She brushed past him, putting her hands on the wall and pushing but it didn't budge. She turned to him, her hands on her hips and huffed a sigh.
He didn't meet her eyes but he stepped behind her and pushed in the top brick on the far left and the wall hinged open. In a gentle move, he fixed the back of her skirt and brushed it down. She glanced over her shoulder at him and hesitated for a moment and he sighed, "Wait-" She pretended to not notice when he slid his fingers through her mess of hair. He took a heavy breath of the curls, pulling the scent to the core of his memories.
His voice was weak and surrendering. He knew she was right but that didnt stop his ache for her. "I lied. About the Headmaster- I couldn't stand it. He was-" he made an angry noise and ran a hand through across his face before he cleared his throat.
She stepped out into the hallway and turned to glowered at him. "Brilliant. Thanks." She said flatly. He looked exactly like she always envisioned him in her head. His face blank and his robes brilliant and like-new, well taken care of all the way down to his expensive shoes. His hair was smoothed back but with a hint of disheveled that made her heart skip. His lips were swollen red from the snog and his eyes made her pause. He never looks at her like that. He has never looked so put together and yet a such a scrambled mess.
Somehow he was both. And she hated that she would forever imagine him like this. A swirl of emotions in his gaze when he met hers, his sharp eyes clearly softer when they met hers. She bit her bottom lip and quickly turned and walked off. Heading for the common rooms. Her boyfriend was waiting afterall!
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