Pleasure | By : Eloise Downbadde & Eloise Downbadde Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 5015 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Ron wasn't in the Gryffindor common room so Hermione went back to hers. Surprisingly, he wasn't there either but she settled into the table to wait for him. She made herself some tea and started to do some revising for the coming practice test N.E.W.T.S. to make sure she was prepared. She swung her head excitedly when the portrait opened.
But it wasn't Ron. It was Malfoy. He looked extremely rough, exhausted even but still somehow he made it look attractive. She didn't get it either and it was more annoying than the sight of him. It had barely been an hour since their argument and she felt that he must have been drinking, like Ron would do after a spat. It irked her to think both men dealt with emotional outbursts similarly. She huffed and turned back to her work, resolved to ignore him.
"I owe you an apology." he finally said after the stretch of silence made her shift in her seat. He had rounded the couch and crossed his arm, not looking at all apologetic.
"Are you even capable of one?" She growled down at her revise parchment and his lip quirked up slightly.
"I am. And I'm sorry. I've never been," he paused trying to find the right words. "Good at sharing. But I won't apologize for feeling jealous."
She slapped her quill down and turned to face him fully. "You shouldn't be jealous. We aren't anything to one another and we never were."
He took a heavy breath and leaned against the back of the couch, his hands gripped tight enough to turn his knuckles white, "it's my own fault. I thought I could win you over by giving you what he couldn't. I didn't consider how jealous I would be watching you with him."
"Win me over? This rival male, trophy bullshit again? Barbaric." She was still seething but her voice turned a little softer. "We need to go back to being roommates. Reasonable and respectable."
He shook his head, a tiny smile tugged on his lips. "I can't go back now that I've had a taste. Merlin. But I've thought about you, about this. And I want to offer you a proposition."
She crossed her arms, "what in the seven hells could that be?"
"I want you to fuck him every day this week."
She blanched, "what!?!"
"Every day. Monday to Friday. Fuck the Weasel. And Saturday come tell me you can handle having sex like that for the rest of your life." He rose from his spot and took a few steps toward her.
She tried to quash the excitement fluttering up behind her rib cage. "What's that have to do with anything."
"Granger. You and I both know, you've settled for Weasley. It's one of the reasons I decided to finally do something. You've settled for him now and you will keep settling the rest of your life. It isn't right and it infuriates me. You're too smart for that."
"Settled!? That's rubbish! Ron-"
"Is an idiot who wants you to be his mother. You dumb yourself down for him, we've all seen it. You're too clever to be a housewife." He was coming closer. She had to work extra hard to make her brain work.
"I'm not his mother nor a housewife! And Ron knows how driven I am! I'm going to have a career and do big things in the Wizarding world!"
"Until you get knocked up with his red headed bastard. Then you'll be mommy for a few years and go back to work. And then another baby and he will slowly convince you to stay home. To cook and clean. To be another version of his mother. It's clear as day. I thought you were smart, Granger but you're awfully stupid." He was at arms length now.
"That's not-! There's no way he would-" She stammered for words. Was this really her future? She was just doing what she thought she was supposed to do. What she swore the plan was all along. Ron and her, Harry and Ginny. All one big loving family.
"So. Fuck him for 5 days. Don't have an orgasm," his eyes flickered for a second, "for 5 days. And tell me if that is what you want forever. Because if that's okay with you, you were a lost cause already." He reached behind his neck with one arm and pulled his shirt up over his head, making her brain stumble again.
But she still felt her cheeks red with anger, "That's idiotic. You're an imbecile."
He shrugged and placed on hand on the table in front of her, snatching something she didn't notice. "Maybe. But if you can tell me you're fine wasting your life with that moron, I won't touch you ever again. I won't," his nose crinkled, "complicated things for you anymore. And you can ride off into the sunset, obliviate our time together, whatever."
She stopped a snippy response when she thought about obliviating the memory of him. Try as she might, it was still a good memory and while the guilt was overwhelming sometimes, she didn't want it gone. He reached over and tried to tuck a curl behind her ear but it resisted, bouncing back to her face and he chuckled.
"Everything about you is so stubborn. I love it." He repeated the action but let his hand stay against her face, his thumb brushing her cheek. 'What did he just say?' Her heart went overtime in her chest and she felt ringing in her ears when he asked, "One last kiss? Just incase I'm wrong?"
She licked her lips and nodded ever so slightly and he tilted his head and swooped in. It was uncharacteristically tender and yet sensual. It didn't say he was driving toward the goal of getting her clothes off, instead it felt every bit much like a goodbye. One you gave your lover before you were separated for a long time. His tongue sliding against hers in gentle motions, making everything in her body scream for it to never stop. It was better than breathing, which unfortunately she had to do when he pulled away, his breathing ragged and his eyes dangerously beautiful. She noted that he did not taste like alcohol and filed that away to ponder later. "You were wrong, by the way. I absolutely would date you. And" he took two steady steps back, "I'd fuck you senseless daily."
He backed further away and she noticed how he had to rip his eyes from hers to turn and walk to his staircase. He opened the jar in his hands and she noticed him rubbing his hand over his bruised shoulder blade. Clearly, some kind of medicine and she realized he didn't turn back around as he left this time. She couldn't stand if she tried, her whole body melted into her seat.
Now, swearing wasn't her favorite thing but, "fuck," she whispered trying to catch her breath. She wouldn't be able to finish her revision tonight but she could at least ruminate on him.
'Finally stepped in?' Was the first thought her brain drove to the surface. What the hells did that mean? Like he was some sort of hero trying to step infront of a runaway train? To save her life from being boring? It was laughable! She was Hermione Granger! She would do amazing things! Top of her class and motivated, the sky was the limit! And finally? What did he mean 'finally'?
But she slumped her shoulders a bit. Ron may slow her down in the future. He had a lot of opinions on things she viciously protests and she would need full support behind her to be taken seriously as a witch in the ministry. Of course, if he could be an Auror, maybe he would have some sway to help her. She couldn't see him actually working hard enough to succeed in Auror training. Maybe being single while she felt out her future career was a better idea. And maybe giving him the ability to focus on what he wanted to do in his adult life would be helpful to him. She tugged at the hem of her shirt and started to pace the floor now that the feeling in her legs came back. How could she leave him and risk the fact that someone else might snatch him up? It would ruin her and her friends happily ever after!
Malfoy's request, proposition, suggestion whatever the hells it was, obviously wasn't difficult to do. She actually thought it might be fun and maybe good for them both. Perhaps with that much sex, she would finally get what she was desperately seeking from her boyfriend. She could even plan to take a relaxing bubble bath before and try her friends advice.
The unfortunate part of this was that tomorrow started the week of practice tests. While it seemed like a good stress relief, she would rather spend time with her notes than frustrated in bed. She tossed the pros and cons back and forth, positive she had worn the rug down with all her pacing. She decided by the time Ron came in through the portrait. She would attempt to engage Ron each evening, if he turned her down, well, the showerhead was always available and dependable.
"Where have you been?" She asked coming up to him to put her arms around his shoulders. He smelled strongly of firewhiskey and swayed on his feet.
"You don't need to nag me the second I get here, 'Mione. Geez! I went back to Hogsmeade with Dean and Seamus. Few rounds with the lads!" He brushed her off and shuffled to the stairs. He stumbled backwards on the first step before leaning forward to keep going up the stairs.
"We've got the practice N.E.W.T.S. tomorrow morning, Ron. That wasn't very smart of you." She glared at him, following behind, her hand hovering at his back. If he tipped and went down the stairs, she couldn't really keep him from falling but she could try and keep him upright. He had only made it up 4 steps.
"If you're gonna be judgey, I'll just go back to my room!" He huffed and turned around, stumbling down the steps.
She crossed her arms, "You're too drunk to get back to the common room." She had to force her foot to stop tapping, a habit Ron despised when she scolded him. He mumbled something and dropped onto the couch. He waved his hands over his head, dismissing her and closing his eyes.
Hermione scoffed and stomped up her stairs. She ran herself a bath and decided to relax a little bit before going to bed. She probably had steam coming out of her ears with how infuriated he made her. She really didn't want to deal with his attitude all week and encourage the behavior with intercourse; like rewarding a dog after bad behavior. She vaguely scowled at comparing Ron to a dog but the metaphor sat. As she sank into the soft bubbles and closed her eyes, the feeling of that last kiss washed over her. Merlin, did that git know how to use his mouth for more than arguing.
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Monday was easy enough. She knew her material well enough to not feel stressed about her test. She finished in almost no time at all. Most of her time was spent sitting outside the Great Hall on the stairs waiting for Ron or another of her friends to finish. After that nonsense last night, she wanted to get her business with Ron over with sooner rather than later. Unfortunately, she knew there was a time limit until Ron would say something that completely turned her off, so the sooner the clothes came off, the better. So when he and Harry came out together, his face a big dark gloomy cloud, she took his hand and asked him if he could give her a back massage. Harry laughed awkwardly and left them to follow a few of their classmates to their commons.
In terms of completing the task, she had high marks. They had sex, oh yes. But, just like Malfoy predicted, Ron's selfishness left her frustrated. She shook him from his drowsiness and suggested they try this all week to 'destress' after each test. Ron agreed excitedly, as any hormone filled man would. He even rolled on top of her and kissed down her body, his nails trailing her sides. When he buried his face between her thighs she gasped and pushed him away, insisting he wait until she could shower. He gave her a wolfish grin and rubbed the stubble of his chin against her inner thighs.
"Then let's shower." He heaved himself off the bed and dragged her by the ankles towards him and into his arms. She couldn't help but giggle as carried her to the washroom. She loved how strong he was, how rough his hands felt on her skin. The callouses made her feel dainty and lady-like. The thought in her mind when he returned between her legs in the shower was, 'I can live with this forever.' It echoed over and over until her orgasm fizzled right on the cusp, he couldn't keep the right pace or pressure. She eventually pulled him off her to try for another round.
She reached up to pull the showerhead down to join them only for him to stiffen. He pulled it from her hands and kissed her roughly, insisting she didn't need anything but him.
Tuesday was similar. This time she had insisted they go to his room, despite sharing it with the other boys in their year. She liked the thrill of trying to be quiet and sneaky. Ron had asked Harry to keep the other boys out of the room and he pulled the curtains closed, still charming it to contain their noise and not be opened from the outside. It effectively killed most of the excitement that was stirring in her. Once more he finished without withdrawing, chuckling at her angry huff. She swore to herself to do the contraceptive charm herself every day and throw a ruddy party when her period finally came with banners saying "Not Pregnant" in big bold letters.
The voice of Malfoy resounding in her ears, "knocked up with one of his redheaded bastards." There was zero doubt the Weasley boys were fertile. She was honestly stunned none of his brothers had managed to give him nieces or nephews yet. But Ron was the more irresponsible of the entire pack. She sighed as she pulled her clothes back on, the thought of being pregnant in her final year of school made her stomach drop.
Wednesday was a little different. She had struggled with a few particular questions and didn't feel confident in her responses. And it didn't help that Malfoy had sat directly behind her. When they had taken their seats, he set her with a heavy look, licking his lips and clenching his fists tightly. 'Gods, was he always this tempting?' She kept her eyes forward but could feel his constant gaze, roaming over her body.
They finished their test at the same time and walked out of the Hall together. They stood at the base of the stairs and faced each other, fire rushing through her body with the intensity of his gaze. She cleared her throat. "That was harder than I anticipated. I'm going to need to focus my attention on my revision of 7th level Charms."
"I could always assist you," his eyes flashed briefly with eagerness before his stone mask covered it. "I only study one on one, though. How is your mission with Weasley going?" She could tell it pained him to ask and her answer would hurt too.
So she shrugged, "It's going, I guess." She let a smirk slide onto her face, "I'm pretty frustrated though." He mirrored her smile and reached up to touch her hair but instantly ran his hand through his own hair instead when Neville called out to her. She went to move past him but hesitated at his shoulder, letting the back of her hand brush against the back of his, meeting his eyes for a split second before joining her friends.
That look, the piercing grey shot straight through her. A mix of emotions with an undertow of need gave her all the drive she needed to drag Ron back to her room. Her eyes shut tight and the lights off, she insisted it was good to have some sensory deprivation sometimes. That it excited her to not know where he was but she knew what she was doing. She knew as she grinded on top of her boyfriend and dug her hands into his hair that she was thinking of silky blonde locks and a raspy voice calling her by her last name.
And then she stared at the ceiling afterwards, swearing internally because that was the first time she orgasmed that week. She still had to touch her own body to get her over the edge and once again, after Ron had finished without pulling out and he complained while she continued using him. He swore loudly when she finished, his eyes wide and he covered her in kisses.
"You've never been like that before," he whispered to her in awe. She felt her face heat, if he only knew why.
"Well, sometimes my finish is...stronger than others. That one was particularly strong." She really didn't want to get into the discussion of two seperate types of orgasms again. She had already explained to him she could finish with penetrative or stimulation on two seperate occasions and his confused face just frustrated her. He had the decency to use his wand to clean them both up this time. She thanked him and kissed him sweetly. "I'll join you downstairs in a bit. I want to rinse you off of me." He nodded, a silly smile on his face and threw his clothes on and left for dinner.
She once again thought, 'I can do this forever' but the intelligent part of her mind scolded her. 'You can fantasized about Malfoy forever?' She groaned, pushed a pillow over her face and screamed into it.
Thursday was another easy test. She was quite pleased with her final essay and practically skipped out of class. She was one of the last to finish and went to join her friends in their common rooms to wait for dinner. She gossiped with Ginny while the boys played chess, telling her about the tests she would be taking next year and told her about her little experiment with Ron. She left out that it was a challenged posed to her by Malfoy but she did include her new budding concern for her career. There were so many ways she could go and she didn't want her relationship to slow her down. Women already had it hard when it came to advancing in high profile jobs. By the time she hit 25 everyone would be asking when she would have children, 'tick-tock' they would tease.
Ron kept glancing over at her. She expected some kind of change in dynamic by doing this experiment but she didn't expect him to be like a puppy waiting for a command. She called out to him and he jumped up from his seat, she held back a smirk.
"Want to revise for tomorrow after dinner? We know Potions isn't your best subject." she flashed him a smile and he grinned and sat back down, his ears turning pink when Harry asked if he could join. Ron shot him down with a simple. "No."
Now, Hermione wasn't a jealous person. She never considered herself the belle of the ball or stunning or anything like that. But she was at least prettier than Pansy Parkinson, she seethed as she stared across the Great Hall at dinner. Malfoy had her in his lap, literally all over him, looking bored but definitely not stopping her in any way. Hermione gripped Ron's hand under the table and he winced and pulled back with a swear. "Easy, 'Mione."
Pansy leaned into his ear, whispering something and pressing her lips to Draco's neck. 'Since when is it Draco?' her head scolded but she froze when his head turned to her. His smirk grew wider, clearly pleased he was holding both witches attention with little to no effort. He had the gall to look slightly embarrassed. She didn't consider what he would be doing the whole week she was engaging Ron. She wasn't expecting to feel green with envy at the dark haired witch all over her roommate. 'Because he's just my roommate.' she said over and over until she was actually whispering it to herself while she shoved food in her mouth.
When she glanced up, she saw Draco speaking into her ear and felt a little giddy when Pansy frowned deeply, pouting her lip out and sliding off of his lap. She could tell the Slytherin was pleading with him but he didn't spare her another look. Instead his gaze settled on Hermione and he made her drop her fork when he winked at her. That prat knew exactly what he was doing.
She leaned into Ron and he kissed the top of her head, leaning down to whisper that he was excited for tonight. She smiled at him and reminded him not to eat too much, all the rocking would upset his stomach in an hour if he overate. She remembers the time Ron belched into her neck the last time he gorged himself before having sex.
She flashed Draco a smile as she stood with the red-head and tugged him out of the Great Hall ten minutes later. They had locked into each others embrace when they made it to her commons portrait. She pulled back and looked at him with a flirty smile, taking small steps backwards. "Come get what you want, Ronald." And she ran up her stairs.
She had barely opened her door when he was on her, his hands holding her hips against him. And his lips on her neck, something he hadn't done in a long time. He knew she would feel weak in the knees when he kissed her there, he breathed into her ear, "Got you." and she shuddered. She spun them around and pressed herself against the back of her door, wrapping a thigh around his waist.
"You can take me right here." she said breathlessly, her hands pulling his buttons open and tugging at his belt. He furrowed his brows but said nothing. Instead he picked her up, her other leg wrapping around him and her arms around his neck. But he turned and took them over to the bed. Gently laying her down and kissing her deeply before he spoke.
"Much more comfortable here, babes." She sighed, annoyed but not surprised he didn't pick up her hint and they were off to the races. Hermione kept teetering on the edge, using her hips and begging Ron to slow down for a moment longer. She swore quietly when he didn't but he did pull away to finish on her stomach. She supposed that was a small victory on its own.
Ron made a noise of disgust making her lift her head to meet his eyes. He had a sneer on his face as he fumbled for his wand. "Gross, Hermione. So gross!" he made a retching motion and she looked confused. What on earth?
"You're on your period, you didn't even warn me!" He pulled his pants up. "All over my knob, gods it's disgusting!" He stumbled pulling up his trousers, trying to get out of there as fast as he could. Like she had the plague.
She rolled her eyes, "I didn't even know it started yet. Thank Merlin, though! I was worried I'd get knocked up with you finishing inside me all the time."
"Why did you say it like that?" he stiffened, glaring at her. "Do you not want to have kids with me?"
She couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh. He didn't take that well. "I don't want to be pregnant before I finish school! I sure don't want one before I'm even 20 years old!" She stumbled out of bed, righting her skirt and fixing her top.
"I thought we could start a family after graduation, Hermione." his voice was quiet but angry. Was he trying to get her pregnant this whole time?
"Ron," she said nervously, "I'm going to have a career. I was never going to be just a mother."
"What? Like my mom? She's 'just a mother'. And you're better than her, is that what you're saying?" This wasn't going in a good direction. She bit her lip and looked at him, steadying her nerves. If she was going to do this, now would be the time. There's no coming back from this argument. She took a deep breath.
"You know I love your mother but I'm not going to be having any babies for a long time. Merlin, we aren't even married, Ron! We clearly are thinking differently for our future." There was a long pause and Ron threw his arms out and down in exasperation so she finally said. "I don't think we should be together for a while. I need to-"
"You're dumping me? We just shagged four days in a row and you're dumping me??" He swept his hand at her lamp and it fell from her side table, shattering. "What the hell, 'Mione! Are you fuckin' serious right now?"
"I need to focus on my future first, Ron! I'm not saying forever, I'm just worried you would be a distraction."
"Oh but I've been a fine distraction for you this week! You were just using me as a fuckstick," his face was fully red now, rage seeping through his words.
She exhaled and said under her breath, "hardly." and his eyes flashed.
"Fuck this!" he slammed her door as he left. She heard him shout from the common room and the portrait slammed shut too. She fell back onto her bed and screamed into her pillow again.
Draco stirred his tea, staring at the exit Ron just took. He hadn't said anything but the ginger screamed, "Fuck you!" as he stormed out. He had been trying to purge his brain of the sounds Hermione had been making but every ounce of jealous flew out the window. He grinned into his teacup and fought the urge to storm up to her room and sweep her into his arms. Step one was completed.
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