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The sound that came out of Hermione’s mouth urged Draco on that much more. Maybe it was because it was so sudden, or perhaps because she knew that she was in trouble and was trying to please him, though that seemed unlikely. “You should invite your friends over more often. It seems to be the only way to keep you quiet.” He said with a smirk. “But it’s no surprise, you’re never able to keep quiet when I get ahold of you.” Her fingers dug into his shoulder and her nails raked down his arms. He let out a hiss of air and slammed her back against the wall beside her bed. His hands held her hips against the wall and he moved quickly and harshly against her. Her hips ground against him and her nails continued to scrape down him as she moved with gasps. Draco let out multiple grunts as he slammed into his secret lover, wanting to hear more of her moans and perhaps even a scream or two.
He loved hearing her, she knew that. It didn’t take much to figure out that most men enjoyed it, but…Draco especially. Maybe it was because he liked the power, needed to hear how much he affected her, or maybe he relished the fact that he could cause the wound up bookworm to unravel between his tongue and fingertips. The thought made her bite her lip and cinch her eyes together. Her back collided with the wall, making her lose her breath, which was becoming increasingly difficult to hold onto. His skin slapped against hers, chipping away at the silence, and she knew he wanted more. More sounds, more begging, more everything. But she fought to retain some amount of control. ”Make me.” She’d said it before, when he’d told her to say his name and once when he demanded she cum for him - but only once. Because a feral look had taken over his eyes and he’d made her body useless for hours after. She couldn’t move. Draco didn’t just love a challenge; he thrived on it. And Hermione had never been anything if not good as presenting a challenge.
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Granger’s breathing was coming in short, silent breaths and her forehead pressed against his while she tried desperately to get closer to him. She lifted her mouth, brushing her lips lightly over his and gasping, clutching at his shoulders. It made him lick his lips again at the thought of just how hard he’d fuck her. Her eyes found his and they were frightened and innocent. She told him to take her anywhere and then she smirked. In a swift movement, Draco knocked her legs out from under her, lifting her up and dropping her down roughly on himself. He groaned at the hot, wet, tightness of her and tangled a hand in her unruly curls, tilting her head back so that her throat and neck was exposed before sucking hard at the skin and beginning to move his hips.
She should have known better than to toy with Draco. Before she could even process it, take it back, whimper again, he’d sheathed himself in her and made her cry out. It was loud, unrestrained, uncontrollable, and she thanked whatever god there was no one lived nearby. His mouth worked on her in time with his hips, which were purposeful and punishing for her insubordination. She hated it; she loved it. Unbeknownst to her, her fingers were digging into his shoulders harder than she meant, nails raking down his arms and leaving vicious, angry lines. Quivering, she tried to pull away from him, looking down from beneath her lashes and struggling to keep her hips moving with his. Her most sensitive spot ground against him, making her shudder as her nails scraped down his torso and she rode him with short gasps.
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dracopureblood:
When Draco pushed his fingers into her, Hermione gasped, though it was in more of a shocked than aroused way and that amused him. She glared at him for a brief moment, but with a curve of his fingers, the look vanished nearly as quickly as it had come. Hermione whimpered and moved her hips against his hand. When she groaned, Draco licked his lips and took notice of the aroused and hot look on her face. He ran his hand over her forehead and shook his head. “Shame, Granger. Already so worked up and I haven’t even started on you yet.” He said, pushing his fingers further into her on his last word and then pulling them from her. He took his free hand and braced her neck, pulling her into a heated kiss while his other hand pulled her knickers down. He’d leave her in the skirt. For now, at least. Draco let her leg fall back down to the floor before hoisting her up suddenly onto his waist. He pressed her tight against him and rubbed his clothed groin against her bare area, not breaking the kiss until asking. “Should I put you in the bed or have you right here?”
His tongue flickered out, reminding her of all the times she’d had his head between her legs, so distracted she fingers clenched into his skin when he dug even deeper into her. His hand on her neck burned, knickers slipping down her thighs before her naked core was being ground against the rock hard weight in his trousers. Her breath hardly came, foreheads pressed together as she struggled to get desperately closer, mouth hanging open and flushed with arousal and kisses. She loved being controlled by him, shaking and shuddering at his mercy, but she loved more the way his eyes darkened. The way he looked, over her, predatory and prowling, made her wetter and…more entranced by him than anything. So she lifted her mouth, brushing it over his and gasping purposefully before clutching his shoulders like she needed him. Her eyes were frightened and innocent. ”An…anywhere, Draco.” And then she smirked.
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Hermione gasped slightly when Draco hiked one of her legs up. He pulled back from her neck just in time to see her eyes widen. Her body stiffened but her hips moved down just a bit. Her hands gripped tighter at Draco’s shirt and his hand moved up even further until he reached just where he wanted. Using his index and middle finger, he spread her lips just enough to push the fingers in. He watched her face carefully as he curved them and pushed them deeper. That was another thing Draco so cherished about these meetings. Though he’d never admit it to anyone, not even himself, Granger was one of the best shags he’d ever had. The faces and noises she made drove him absolutely mad with desire every time.
When he slid inside her she gasped, aghast, as if she couldn’t believe his audacity in making her that…aroused. She was struggling to glare at him, make known how ultimately she loathed him, but his longer slender fingers sliding so easily into her made her mouth quiver. It then struck her how quiet the room was, all around them, and they were poised so very near each other. Her breath and his mixed, his low and controlled, hers coming in tiny pants when she could no longer control it. Whimpering low in her throat, she rolled her hips against his hand, feeling his palm meet her entrance as he dipped all the way inside her. It made her groan, sweat beginning to form across her forehead, her eyes and mouth hovering close to his.
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Hermione let out a small squeal when he’d yanked her against him. She winced; he knew she had to be having a war within herself. She wanted him and he knew it, but at the same time, her stubborn pride was keeping her from admitting it. She was going to fight right up until he pushed himself into her. She always did.
Hermione’s fists tightened around the front of his shirt. She grit her teeth and mumbled that she hated him. Latching his teeth onto her neck and sucking, he mumbled against her skin. “Do not.” Draco’s hand made its way down her body, rested on her hip for a second before her thigh. He looped it underneath it and hiked it up onto his waist, pulling her tighter against him. His other hand did the same, but instead of pulling her leg up, his fingers kept creeping closer and closer to the uncovered apex between her thighs.
Her eyelids fluttered like her heartbeat when his mouth moved to her neck, gasping slightly when he hiked one of her legs up and made her lean further against him to keep from toppling over. But his other hand…her eyes widened, watching his face and stiffening immediately. Yet her hips still shifted downwards a fraction of an inch, desperate for the contact. She refused to acknowledge it; she clamped her mouth shut, glaring fiercely despite the way her hands were still tight around his shirt front. She would not allow herself to enjoy it…or at least show him.
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“Oh please,” Draco said simply, taking her hands again and pulling her flush against him despite any resisting she may do, he was stronger than her after all. He pushed her hair out of the way and pressed his lips to her neck once more, sucking at the hollow spot between her neck and shoulder. “You’ve tried. Not owling me for weeks at the time. And then contemplating long and hard before you do again. I know you better than you think, Granger. You know this is wrong and you know that you shouldn’t be doing it. But you don’t do much wrong in your life, and that’s the exact reason this turns you on so much.” He sucked on the spot once more. “I’m exactly what you need in your life right now, Granger. And you know it.”
A small squeal of indignation escaped as her body collided with his, cheeks dark red with anger and…heat and…wet, and - damn. Her mind was fluttering like her eyes, thighs tightening as he lowered his mouth to her skin. He pulled and laved on it. Her body winced away from him, and at the same time, was already purring - as it always did when any part of his body found hers. Hands, lips…eyes. It didn’t matter: he could ask for - demand almost anything he wanted, and she knew she’d think quite some time before ever turning him down. I know you better than you think. A small, menial sentence, one that meant nothing, made her whine inwardly. Did she want him to? She couldn’t decide.
Her fists tightened, but this time around the front of his shirt, body still flush against his. ”Hate…you.” Her teeth ground together, eyes still narrowed, but now her hips were sliding against him with each pull of his mouth. Her body betrayed her. Always.
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Draco smirked when she’d commented on the sex being nonexistent and pushed him away. Her fists were clenched at her sides and he thought she said something about him being coy, but he wasn’t particularly paying attention. Of course, he was sure that would make her even more mad. The little know-it-all did like for people to listen to her.
“You can’t stay away from me Granger. You don’t want to. I’m risking everything for you,” He said in a mock hurt voice. “You’re a Gryffindor, you’re not supposed to be selfish.” He took her balled up fists in his hands and stepped closer to her. She hadn’t moved yet, but he was sure she would back up eventually. She was angry with him and he was invading her personal space, after all.
Oh he thought he had her pegged. His condescending looks and words fueled the fire in her, making her shove him lightly away from her when he took her hands in his. ”Oh give it up Malfoy. I can quit you whenever I want.”
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Hermione stared for a moment, obviously surprised by the fact that he’d just let her go. He hadn’t intended to let her get away entirely, he was just…putting it off for a few moments. She stared at him and sat up before righting her clothing. She stood up and stood away from him before looking at him angrily and asking what he was playing at. “Well, like I said. You’re not the dangerous type.” He said, shrugging his shoulders and standing up, walking over to her. “And that includes shagging me, right? I just like making you angry.” He told her, spinning her around and locking his strong arms around her waist from behind. “Makes the sex better when you’re angry with me.” He tightened one arm around her waist so that he could use the other to brush her hair away from her neck and lean down to trail kisses down the skin.
Her ears were beginning to turn red, and when he grabbed hold of her and turned her around, she started to fume. Makes the sex better when you’re angry. Now, if Hermione had had her wits about her, she might have considered this and played it off apathetically. But as it were - she never truly had her wits about her when it came to Draco, and she was unknowingly falling right into what he desired: anger. ”Yes, well it’s about to make it nonexistant.” His mouth met her neck just as she struggled to shove out of his arms, pushing him off of her and moving to turn to him, tiny fists clenched at her sides. ”You think you’re so coy, Malfoy, but you haven’t got it all figured out.”
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Hermione struggled against him and she said that she could handle more than him. Her leg pushed against his inner thigh to push him off of her. He released her for a moment and smirked himself. “Obviously not.” He said simply. “And if I remember correctly, you quite enjoy the presence of this arrogant ‘boy’.” He knew just the thing to fire her up, and that was why he had said it. To have her angry with him made it all the more fun. He was sure that she’d stand up and fold her arms or something along those lines. So he sat on the bed beside her and waited for her to do whatever it was she was going to do. It wasn’t like she could leave or anything, it was her flat.
He just - let her go. She stared, flabbergasted, up at him, just…lying there for a moment. What he was going for, she wasn’t certain, but she hardly cared what he was saying at this point. He’d had her hot and bothered and half naked and now he was…sitting next to her. She just…stared at him, pushing herself to a sitting position and righting her clothing before quickly sliding off the bed and standing a few paces away. She felt exposed, strange that he’d just had her skirt above her hips. Puzzled, eyebrows knit in confusion and slight anger at the fact that he knew something she didn’t, she shook her head at him. ”What are you playing at?”
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Granger had begun to squirm in an attempt to lower her skirt. Draco caught a glance of what was underneath—or lack thereof—and hiked it up further, smirking and licking his lips. “You’ve even disregarded your knickers. Naughty.” He said, raising an eyebrow.
When his hands moved along her thighs, Draco could tell that Granger was conflicted in what to do with her legs. She wanted to conceal herself from him, but she wanted him and he knew it. He knew it since back at Hogwarts and long before they’d begun shagging. Draco was irresistible and he knew that it was physically impossible for any woman to resist him. Even a woman like Granger who loathed him for so long. He’d pinned her arms down to the bed and she groaned when he mentioned her friends. Her body arched against him and she breathed her demand to not speak about them.
“Don’t try to tell me you didn’t enjoy that night they were here, Granger. I know you did. Maybe you should invite them over again and we’ll see how quiet you can be with my shagging you.” He said, leaning down and dragging his lips down her neck slowly. “Then again, add any more danger to this and I’m not so sure you can handle it. You don’t strike me as one that can handle too much danger.” He said against her skin; his goal was to anger her, and he’d keep going if he had to. The thought of her angry and fighting against him until he’d had her moaning was arousing. And it was his favourite kind of shag.
As he spoke, she simply glared up at him, but there was a waver behind her stern gaze. His mouth rolled over her neck, and her eyebrows cinched in frustration. Couldn’t handle danger? She was a Gryffindor, for Godric’s sake, and maybe that’s why it ticked her so. Her body strained against his arms and chest, trying to ignore his hot breath ghosting over her. ”I can handle - far more than an arrogant boy who gets off…from the thought of two men nearby.” Still trying to tug her wrists out of his grasp, she smirked slightly, one leg sliding up and pressing against his inner thigh to push him off of her.
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