Trials of Affliction and Light Sleeping

Chapter 10

 

         A gentle shaking by the shoulders woke
Hermione up.  She opened her eyes and
found Draco Malfoy staring back at her, who was leaning over the chair she had
slept in.  Visions of what had happened the
night before flooded her mind when her eyes swooped over his face.  Hermione desperately tried to suppress the
inevitable blush that came along with envisioning almost-naked and soaking wet
Draco in her bathtub.

         “Granger, do you mind if I kiss you?”
he asked hurriedly.

         “What?” 
Hermione yelped a little confusedly. 
This was definitely a new manner to start the day. 

         “I’m being polite and I’m asking you
first this time,” he said smugly.  “Its June 1^st, you see.”

         “Ah” Hermione said, not really knowing
what to think.  If she understood
correctly, Malfoy wanted to kiss her to test his sexual orientation.  Mating season was over, so if all was well;
he should stop fancying boys.  It’s not
like Hermione could feel flattered for him picking her out, since she was the
only girl in close proximity.  But then
again, this might be the last chance she would get to kiss him.  And he himself was offering, so...

         “You know Granger, in many cultures
silence means consent” Malfoy smirked.

         “Okay” Hermione said.

         “’Okay’, as in...”

         “Okay, you can kiss me” Hermione said
in a wavering tone of voice.  She saw
Draco smirking and repositioning himself so he could lean closer to her.  Just as her mind had started debating on
whether this was such a good idea, Malfoy leaned in and softly stroked his lips
against her.  It was a gentle caress,
barely inexistent.  Hermione instantly
threw all doubts out the window and let her eyes drift shut to fully enjoy the
kiss.  Hermione suddenly cringed when she
realised that she hadn’t brushed her teeth yet. 

Yes well, too late for that now. 

And besides, Malfoy didn’t seem to mind much. 

She felt Malfoy’s hand caressing her cheek as he put slightly more
pressure on her lips.  Gods, this was so
different from the other two kisses he had given her, which had been
passionate, lusty and consuming.  This
one was gentle and tender, two words she’d never have thought of associating
with Draco Malfoy.  Draco briefly nibbled
on Hermione’s bottom lip before running his tongue alongside it, asking
permission to go forwards.  In reply,
Hermione parted her lips.  Draco didn’t
hesitate, slid his tongue inside her mouth, and curled it alongside hers.  She instantly reciprocated and they engaged
in a heated game of advance and retreat. 
Hermione felt as if all her senses had grown hypersensitive.  She found it exhilarating to feel his breath
against her face and the heat of his body against her own.  It was as if he was tasting
her, drinking her essence and sampling to see if something was there.

         After a few more moments of kissing,
when they were in dire need for oxygen, their lips parted.  They both looked at each other while panting
heavily.  Hermione was just hoping that
she didn’t look like the puddle of mush she felt like.  Malfoy looked at her with his trademark smirk
and went to stand upright again.

         “Thanks Granger” he said coolly as he
straightened his clothes a bit, turned around and walked out of her room.

         “Any time” Hermione answered in a
hoarse whisper. 

*

         Draco was on top of the world.  No more homosexual urges, no more overheating
and the bunny tail safely in the garbage bin where it belonged. 

Draco was quite relieved about the latter; the person staring back at
him in the mirror no longer resembling a runaway from the Playboy Mansion’s
Secret Men’s Department. 

Always a plus.

But most importantly; he had no more ejaculatory incompetence.  When he had first woken up, finding himself
in Granger’s bed, he had to mentally retrace his tracks to remember how he had
gotten there.  He could not remember
everything, but he did remember Granger breaking up his... thing... with
Potter and putting him in her bed. 

When suddenly it had occurred to him that it was now June and mating
season was over, Draco had quickly tiptoed back to his room to do some
necessary ‘relieving’.  He had released
himself from his pyjama bottoms and after only a handful of strokes, pardon the
pun, he had climaxed so violently that his eyes had rolled back into his skull
and he had actually blanked out for several moments.  When Draco had become conscious again, he had
re-emerged as a shivering and shuddering satisfied mess who was covered up to
his neck in his own cum. 

And he was so happy he could cry. 

After he had taken a quick shower and had put on some clean clothes, he
had gone back to Granger’s room, had woken her up and had kissed her.

Yep, the little tingly feelings were back. 

When Draco had gotten back to his room, he did that little happy dance
the Gryffindors seem so fond of doing after they had won a Quidditch
match.  He was still straight! 

        

But now that he was healthy, sexually satisfied and attracted to girls;
he still felt something lacking.

         He was pacing around his room to try
and figure out what he should do to fix that. 
In a nutshell, he felt vulnerable and abused.  Having been caught in compromising positions
with another bloke had created a serious dent in his self-esteem.  He wanted his power back to control other
people and he did not want other people controlling him.  He needed to do something to feel that he was
back in control of himself. 

         Like shagging a girl.

         Draco contemplated on consulting Pansy,
but quickly dismissed that thought.  It
wouldn’t be enough.  She might be able to
satisfy his physical needs, but not his psychological ones.  Shagging Pansy was just too easy.  Draco wanted to seduce someone so he could
feel like a man again.  He wanted to feel
like a predator and not like the submissive pouf he had been for the last
month. 

         His frown quickly turned into a
determined smirk when the name of his ideal victim came to mind.

         Granger.

         Most of Draco’s Veela characteristics
might have faded, but his sense of smell was still a bit more sensitive than
normal.  He had clearly been able to
smell her bubbling arousal when he had been kissing her just a few minutes
ago.  Therefore, Granger apparently
wasn’t as indifferent to ‘the Slytherin prat’ as she liked to pretend she
was. 

         Yes, Granger would do.

         Draco still remembered the Yule ball in
fourth year where he had been forced to stick his foot in his mouth where it
came to insulting her looks.   Draco knew
that people often were very sensitive when it came to their appearance, so he
repeatedly liked to abuse that soft spot. 
Granger had been no exception there, next to Scarhead and
Freckleface.  But ever since fourth year
he had found it harder and harder to find things to insult her about.  The buckteeth were gone and her boyish figure
had gradually developed into soft female curves.  He would call her out on her curvaceous
figure, but Draco actually liked curves so that was no use.  Sure, she still had her bushy hair, but Draco
found that the unruly curls suited her feisty personality.  But that sure hadn’t stopped him from calling
her on it.  He still needed something. 

        

         So physically, there really was no
problem in pursuing Granger.

         He had smelled that she was physically
attracted to him in return, yet she probably was too proud to admit it.  Draco knew that many girls were openly
yearning for him, yet Granger was someone who would never admit her attraction
because of the past enmity between each other. 
And naturally, the thought that the Gryffindor brainiac might actually
have a soft spot for the Slytherin hotty Draco Malfoy, would be just unheard
of.   It would just be despicable
to go after someone for their looks and not their minds. 

         Yes, Granger would be perfect.

*

         NEWTS were swiftly approaching and
Hermione was cramming like crazy.  Earlier
she had had a little chat with Harry about what had transpired over the last
month.  Harry was quite upset over it
all, but what he was perhaps even more upset about was that Hermione hadn’t
told him about what was going on. 
Hermione had tried to apologise over and over again, but Harry still was
unbelievably upset.  He had repeatedly
kissed Draco Malfoy, had touched him in... places,
had been touched in... places and had
almost even shagged him.  Above all that,
he detested the boy with a passion that almost rivalled his hatred for
Voldemort.  If anyone had a right to be
upset, it was Harry.  After a while of
failing to reconcile with her humiliated friend, Hermione had actually resorted
to uttering the words:

“If it’s a consolation, you would have bottomised Malfoy.  Not the other way around.”

         And surprisingly, it indeed was a
consolation. 

         Harry was still rather grumpy -and
probably scarred for life- but Hermione had the feeling that their friendship
would be okay.  So now, she was studying
at her desk in her common room.  May
hadn’t been a very productive month in that area, so she had some catching up
to do.  Her mind was so caught up into
her studies that she hadn’t noticed the new presence in the room.

         “I can still smell it, you know.”

         Hermione looked up, slightly startled,
to see that Malfoy had entered their common room.  

         “What?” 
Hermione asked with a frown.

         “Bodily odours” Draco answered with a
smirk as he walked over to her desk. 
“Most of my Veela traits are gone, but I still have my smell.”

         “O-kay” Hermione said, not quite
following what he was getting on about. 

         “Is it hot in here?”  Malfoy asked casually opening the top two
buttons of his silky white shirt. 
Hermione’s gaze immediately flew towards the newly exposed patch of
skin.  Her mind was immediately thrown
back to the evening before, where she had had Malfoy practically naked in her
bathroom; his bare pale skin covered with water, all wet and slick...  Yes, it was indeed hot inhere
all of the sudden.

         “At bit” Hermione answered as she
turned her gaze back towards her books, trying hard to disguise the blush on
her cheeks.

         “You don’t mind if I take my shirt off
do you?”  Draco asked, while fanning
himself.

         Hermione let out a strangled yelp in the
back of her throat.  She didn’t think she
could bare the sight of his shirtless upper body right now.  Last night Malfoy had been half delirious, so
she could afford to goggle without him noticing.  But now he was fully conscious and would very
much notice her discomfort... and excitement.

         Draco smirked at the sight of the Head
Girl, who seemed like she wanted to do nothing more than to hide under her desk
without him noticing.  He walked behind
her desk and leaned over the back of her chair with his hands on the armrests
on either side of her.

         “You know, out of all the scents the
smell of arousal is my favourite,” he purred in her ear.

         Hermione’s heart was throbbing in her
chest.  O Gods, he knew. 

         “I-“ she
stammered.

         “Do
you want me, Hermione?”  Malfoy whispered
seductively while brushing the side of his lips against her cheek.  Hermione thought she just might burn up while
sitting in her chair.  She couldn’t
believe the tremors that went along her spine after he had done a minor thing
like calling her by her first name.

         “No” Hermione squeaked.

         Suddenly Draco twisted her chair around
so she faced him.  Hermione yelped when
suddenly he flicked the handle beneath the chair, which made her drop a few
inches closer to the ground.  Draco
slanted over her so they were eye-level, and leaned in so their faces were only
inches apart.  For a moment, she thought
he was going to kiss her; but instead he started speaking again.

         “Are you sure?”  Draco whispered against her lips.  Hermione could feel his eyelashes against her
skin, his breath against her mouth, his lips barely touching hers.  It was the most sensual and seductive thing
she had ever felt and witnessed. 
Hermione felt an urgent throbbing erupting from between her legs.  She found it surreal that Malfoy could emit
such a strong reaction in a body part that he wasn’t even close to touching.

         In response all Hermione could do was
to let out a soft mew. 

Draco didn’t know if that was a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’ –matter of fact, neither
did Hermione- but nevertheless, he leaned in and captured her lips with his
own.  The kiss was chaste and tender at
first, like the one they had shared before. 
Draco wanted to leave her aching for more and it seemed to work, judging
by Hermione’s frustrated growl.  It came
to a point where she couldn’t take it anymore and started sweeping her tongue
over his bottom lip, begging for entrance. 
When Draco parted his lips, she pushed her tongue past the barrier of
his teeth and tentatively brushed her tongue against his.  He instantly reciprocated and took the
dominant role away from her.  He heard
Hermione whimper as he slowly started making love to her mouth. 

         Draco urged her to lie back in her
chair, so she complied.  When she did so,
he placed his right leg to stand in between Hermione’s’ and his left knee on
the chair next to her thigh; so he could get access to every part of her body.

While they were kissing, Hermione felt Malfoy snake his hand under her
shirt; caressing her stomach as it trailed upwards to cup her right breast
through the fabric of her bra.  Hermione
gasped at the intimate contact and a whole flash of uncertainties came flashing through her mind. 

What was Malfoy doing? 

Why was he doing it? 

And most importantly, what was he planning to do? 

But that same gasp suddenly turned into a soft mew when Draco’s thumb
started trailing circles around her sensitive nipple, which hardened on the
spot.  At the same time, he trailed from
her lips and moved to her neck. 

Gods, she didn’t even know that her skin was so sensitive there.  Her body was experiencing things it had never
felt before.  She had known that her body
could feel either healthy or sickness or pain. 
Before this, she had no idea that there actually was another end of the
spectrum: pleasure.   

Draco let his hand move from her breast and went to the waistband of her
pants.  He snaked his fingers inside her
knickers and past her muff of hair. 
Before Hermione even had time to object –which she surely would have,
due to the intimate place of his destination- he had found her clit and circled
it with his index finger.  In response,
Draco got a whole bunch of swearwords he had never though to hear from the Head
Girl. 

The good kind of swearing, mind you! 

Draco put a finger on either side of her clit and started making slow
circles.  He watched her face as she
seemed to be trying to find a way to do something with herself.  Her lips were swollen from their kissing and
her cheeks were flushed from arousal. 
She seemed so lost and confused, but loving every moment of it.  Draco felt completely in his element.  This was what he was talking about,
being in control.  He had this girl in
the palm of his hand, the same girl who had been controlling him for the
past month.  She was melting by the
softest of his touches.  Having this
amount of control over the Gryffindor goodie-goodie was incredibly arousing and
Draco’s rock-hard and swollen cock was a good evidence of that. 

She gasped when Draco slid a finger in her tight passage.  He moved it in a circular motion around her
inner walls, putting extra pressure on her sensitive upper wall.  Merlin, she was so tight.  Draco had this sudden urge so free himself
from his pants and sink deep inside of her, claiming her as his.  But this wasn’t about his primal urges, this
was about something else.  This was about
reclaiming something he had lost: his confidence. 

He snaked another finger inside of her and started pushing them in and
out, hitting her soft G-spot with every thrust. 
By now, her eyes were leaking with tears.  Draco relished this feeling of absolute
control; him fucking her with his fingers while his mind stayed relatively
unaffected.  He started picking up the
pace, slamming his fingers inside of her. 
The room was being filled with squishy noises and his fingers were
dripping with her juices. 

He pushed a third finger inside, stretching her.  Her swollen walls were hugging his fingers
and fitted like a glove.  Draco could feel
his finger coming in contact with a soft obstruction; her maidenhood.  Draco had never seen her date anyone from
school, but he supposed that she might have gotten it on with a couple of
Muggles during summer breaks. 
Apparently, that theory was false; she was still a virgin.  She let out pleasured moans and surprised
gasps as he continued fucking her with his hand.  She was holding the armrests as if she would
die if she were to let go, her knuckles white from clutching them so
tightly.  She was trembling violently by
now and Draco knew she was close to orgasm. 

He pulled his fingers out of her and rubbed his thumb over her
clit.  She broke apart on the spot.  She arced her back as she came, her face
contorted in both pleasure as surprise and her body shuddering with
release.  Draco believed that during
orgasm one could see the true essence of a person, the vulnerable part of
themselves they never showed anywhere else. 
Perhaps that was the reason why Draco himself had not slept with anyone
other than Pansy, because he didn’t trust anyone enough to see his true
self.  Not that he even fully trusted
Pansy, but it was the closest thing that had been available.  Moreover, the fact that he hadn’t felt any
real emotional attachment to her had also been a plus.  Draco kept drawing circles around Hermione’s
clit until he was sure she had come down from her orgasm and had started
breathing normally again.  He pulled his
hand out from under her knickers and leaned in to give her a chaste kiss on the
lips. 

When he leaned back from his kiss, Hermione did something Draco had not
been expecting.  If she were to give him
a reaction, he had expected it to be something in the lines of uttering
incoherent mumblings, or calling him worshipful terms, or even using swearwords
again.

But no.

Instead she started crying.

Draco’s triumphant smirk turned into a concerned frown. 

“What’s wrong?”  He asked as he
caressed her cheek in genuine concern, something that surprised even
himself.  “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Hermione shook her head in denial as she tried to stop the tears from
flowing.  She sat herself upright as she
buried her face in her hands in awkwardness.

“I’m sorry,” she sobbed embarrassedly. 
“I just...  I never knew it could
feel this way.” 

“What?”  Draco asked.

In reply, Hermione sort of waved her hand up and down her body, while
not looking at him.

Draco frowned for a second before it dawned on him.

She had never had an orgasm before.  

He hadn’t even considered that. 
No wonder she had seemed so surprised by what his touches did to
her. 

Since he had been appointed Head Boy, Draco had started wanking twice
more often to relieve himself from the stress that
went along with the position.  Regarding
her studies, Granger pushed herself much further that Draco did.  No wonder she had burst out into tears, when
years of bottled up pressure were suddenly ejected out of her body. 

As Draco watched the usually proud and fearless Head Girl breaking apart
in front of him, he suddenly had a gnawing feeling in the pit of his
stomach.  Something he couldn’t quite
identify. 

If Hermione would have looked at Draco right now, she would have seen a
look in his eyes that mirrored an emotion that no one had ever seen there
before.

Guilt.

**********

 

End of
chapter 10