Don't Touch Me

Title: Don\'t Touch Me

Author: mistress meo

Summary: Draco pushes Hermione too far one night and Hermione fights back

Rating: NC-17

Pairing(s): Draco/Hermione

Feedback: yes please!

Betas: kittycath22



Author\'s notes: I\'ve been bad. You know it. I know it. When was my last post to this site, like 3 and a half years ago? I know. I know. I totally suck. Having a kid takes up a lot of spare time. Not that I\'m using my daughter as an excuse, but it is what it is. This chapter has been done for awhile. I think it\'s posted on another site, but they\'re re-vamping it and I can\'t even figure out how to get into it. Anyway, enjoy this chapter. I have snippets in my head, but no real idea where I want this story to go. Though I do enjoy it when a plot bunny takes over, my bunny for this one hasn\'t been hopping lately. I look at it alot in my WIP folder and it taunts me. One day, it\'ll be done. One day...



Disclaimer: I own nothing. JK Rowling is the keeper of all that is Harry Potter and is a goddess of the written word. This disclaimer applies for all future chapters. I do not profit from this story. It is just for my own amusement.



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Chapter 10 – Full Circle



As soon as Pansy turned the corner at the end of the corridor, she broke into a flat out run. All her emotions were washing over her in full force - hurt, anger, pain, love, crashed through her heart in tumultuous wave upon wave. As she rounded the last corner that lead to the Slytherin entrance, she found herself coming to an abrupt halt, for she collided head on into Blaise Zabini. So hard was their instant collision, they both fell back to the hard, cold stone floor – both with a curse and an ‘ooomf’.



“What the fuck Parkinson? In a hurry much?”



“Fuck you Blaise, I don’t need your sarcasm right now, okay?” she yelped trying unsuccessfully to hold back a sob.



“Well what the bloody hell is wrong with you?” he asked as he picked himself up and reached out a hand to help Pansy off the floor. She didn’t take his hand, just continued to sit there.



“I don’t want to talk about it,” she answered softly with head lowered, silently sobbing to herself.



Blaise, looked down at the distraught girl and immediately knew the cause of her distress…Draco. Shoving his hands in his pockets and leaning against the wall, he asked in a conspiratorial tone, “what did the bastard do now?”



The sobs came louder at his astute question. She buried her face in her hands and cried. Hard. Blaise did nothing but watch the poor girl cry out some of her hurt until she could control herself enough to tell him what the hell was going on. Blaise, like Draco, was not the comforting sort. But if there were a way to find out what was going on with the blond seeker without actually having to ask him, he would stand there, uncomfortably, and wait for her to compose herself enough to tell him. A small concession he was willing to make. Deal with an emotional girl or deal with Draco…the choice was clear. Blaise already knew the basic facts – Draco was screwing someone. That someone was not Pansy. What he needed was more details - which house she belonged to, was she a blonde, brunette, redhead?…something for him to go on – he was dying to know and Draco had been very vague over dinner. If he knew who the girl was, there might be a way to ascertain if Draco and said girl were serious, and if he knew that, he would know whether or not Draco would be off the market…and if that happened, maybe Blaise might have a chance with one of Draco’s castoffs. It was a long shot as Blaise also knew, but if there was a chance of getting laid by comforting one of Draco’s former fucks – he was definitely going to take advantage of their vulnerability.



Pansy had calmed down to a mild bit of weeping. Mild enough that she allowed Blaise to help her off the floor and into a soft hug. When she sighed into his arms, he took a chance and said, “Pans…is he really worth all this?”



She pulled back from him a little so she could look directly into his eyes. “Damn straight he is.”



“Then come with me,” he said leading her toward the dormitory entrance. “We’ll sit and have a nice chat you and I, and we’ll figure a way to solve this. But you have to tell me everything, Pans. Everything, that’s put you in such a state. Okay?”



Pansy could do nothing but nod and allow Blaise to lead her into the common room. Somehow, someway, she was going to get Draco in more ways than one. Revenge first - on both him and his fucking strumpet. Then, after Draco begged for mercy and forgiveness, she would allow him back in her bed with the slut forgotten. And if Blaise was willing to help her, then all the better.



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While Pansy was running into Blaise, the head boy and head girl stood where she had left them, in the corridor a few doors down from Snape’s classroom.



Hermione’s mind reeled. She didn’t know what to think while so many questions were bombarding her brain.



‘Why did Malfoy say those things? Best lay of his life? A hundred times better…than Pansy? How is that even possible?’ She was still staring at him. He was now looking in the direction Pansy had fled. ‘He’s rethinking everything he just told Pansy. He thinking he’s a fucking idiot for saying anything…he should have just played stupid. He’s pissed at himself – I can’t see it in the look on his face. He’s regretting everything he said. He’s going to convince himself it was all a lie. He’s going to say he said it just to get a rise out of her. She paused and changed her train of thought for the hundredth time since Pansy left them. ‘Mind-blowing. He said sex with me was mind-blowing.’ She couldn’t help but blush at that one. ‘I blew his fucking mind…damn straight I did. I think I may even have a few remnants of the bruises to prove it.’ Then a slow smile crept over her shadowed face… ‘Pansy’s a wet fish in bed.’



In the middle of the hallway, Malfoy was trying to conduct damage control. ‘If I go after her now and fuck the living shit out of her, perhaps it would be enough for her to let it go. I could tell her it was just another game…see how angry I could make her – she knows how good a make-up fuck is. But do I really want to bother? I mean come on, everything I said was the bloody truth. Bugger. Bugger it all. And now Granger knows it…she knows what I think of our times together. Fuck. Why does Pansy always have to provoke me so? Damn it all to bloody hell. But how do I fucking fix this mess? She’ll do it, she fucking find out and ruin us both. Do I even care? What’s it to me if Granger’s reputation is ruined and her friends abandon her? Why should I fucking care about her? Why?’ He turned to face the head girl leaning against the wall. She was staring with brilliant brown eyes that looked jet black in the shadowed corridor. She was waiting for him to make the first move. He stared directly back at her and watched Hermione self-consciously tucked a stray curl behind her ear. ‘Damn it.’



He took a deep breath while walking slowly and uncomfortably over to her. His hard-on had lessened, but only slightly. He stood directly in front of her and said in a controlled whisper, “we need to finish patrol and then we need to have a few words.”



“But Malfoy, shouldn’t you go after…”



“Not. Now,” he bit out.



“You don’t need to talk to me like that, Malfoy…”



He purposefully leaned against her letting her feel every inch of what he was so desperately trying to control. He grinded against her, once, then warned again and whispered with a sigh that could almost be construed as wanting, “shut it.” She did. Draco lingered for another moment then, with an abrupt turn, he started down the hallway in the opposite direction Pansy had gone.



“Malfoy”, she called with an urgent whisper, “where are you going?”



“To finish patrol,” he said walking briskly.



Hermione followed. “But I really think you should go after…”



“I don’t care what the hell you think,” he said continuing on his determined way.



“Can you please slow down, then? If you want to patrol then we should at least be thorough.”



He immediately stopped and she slammed into the back of him with an unexpected ‘oomph’. The quick contact took her breath away in more ways than one. She took a little step back and spoke quickly to cover her embarrassment, “clearly she’s upset and you heard her, she vowed to find out what’s going on. You know she’s serious.

What do you think she would do if she found out? I’m worried…why aren’t you worried?”



He let out a heavy, annoyed sigh and continued walking. “I am worried, okay? Merlin, can you just give it a rest for five minutes and let a man think? I need to come up with a plan of action before I approach her. I’m not going after her right now, so drop it. I’d probably end up doing more damage than good…is that what you want? Do you really want me to go after her, have her taunt me again pushing me right to over the edge into telling her exactly who I fucked last night? Huh?” She stopped dead in her tracks, instantly realizing he was right. He whirled around to face her. “ I thought not. And while we’re on the subject, what exactly is going on, Granger? I don’t recall ever discussing any further goings on. What are you telling me, Granger?”



“I…”



He took a small step forward and put his hands on his hips, waiting. “Yes?”



“Well…I suppose now that we’re technically ‘even’…there’s…well, there’s nothing going on.”



Malfoy felt a sudden disappointment stab at her words, but masked it immediately before she could get a sense of his loss. He crossed his arms over his chest and took a step closer to her – she took a small step back. “Right…nothing’s going on.”



“Of course not. There’s no chance of…whatever this is…continuing.”



“Right, no chance in hell…” ‘Now who’s lying? Turn it around mate, turn it around onto her…’ “Even though…” he said slowly, trying to gather his thoughts.



“Even though, what?” she prodded.



“Even though, you clearly want it to continue – sick and perverse as it is.”



“What? No I don’t.”



“Oh yes you do.”



“No. I. Don’t.”



“Wrong,” he stated the simple knowing fact.



Hermione stared at him, every rational thought in her head said to keep denying it, but she couldn’t find the words. She had just opened her mouth to say, something, when he cut her off.



“I saw you look, you know.”



“What?”



“When I told Pans that just thinking about fucking last night got me hard. You… looked.” He dropped his hands and stalked closer to her. She backed up matching him step for step until she found herself backed into the nearest wall.



“Don’t’ be ridiculous. You’re full of yourself...”



“That may be true, but I’m not lying. You recalled the entire evening, just as I did, didn’t you? Bet you’re still wet from remembering.” He leaned a hand on the wall next to her head. “Remember when you were leaning head first onto the couch…or how just a few short hours ago, I had you writhing underneath me like a sex crazed animal? You love what I do to you Granger…and you want it to continue.”



“How dare you assume…”



“How dare I? How dare you stand there and pretend and…and lie. I expected better from a proud Gryffindor. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were the “Malfoy” in this little scenario, not me.”



“Fine. I looked, all right?”



“And still wanting me?”



She sighed and looked away from the piercing eyes that could stare through stone. “I’ll want you for a long time,” she said softly, “I told you this morning. But, that doesn’t change anything Malfoy. You and I, aren’t happening, we can’t. We’re enemies remember?”



‘I thought you were supposed to be smart, Granger,’ he thought to himself. He opened his mouth to speak those exact words, but suddenly swallowed them.



“What is it? What else do you want to say to me Malfoy?…as if you haven’t hurt me enough.” She asked trying her best to stand up to him and be brave. “What I did to you last night was uncalled for, I’ve admitted it. But you put me through hell too, you know. Wanting me to tell Harry and Ron, then changing your mind, then hexing me back…”



He growled in frustration cutting her off. “ You! It’s always about precious you, isn’t it? Nothing about me…what I’m going through!” He paced away and she had started to follow him. Suddenly he turned and grabbed the front of her sweater and pulling her to him so they were nose to nose. “Why did you have to start this Granger?” He asked venom seeping through his voice. He gave her a quick shake. Her eyes were wide and her mouth slightly open in shock by his actions. She was never so scared in her entire life, but she forced herself to answer. Forced herself to try and remain calm and in what little control that still remained.



“I wouldn’t have started it if you weren’t such and ungrateful, obnoxious…pain in the ass… git!”



He pulled her to him with another quick shake. “Why did you restrain me? Why did you have to push me to a point of no return?”



“I may have restrained you to get your attention, but you knowingly gave in, Malfoy. You’re the one who consented to me, the person you loathe most, just because I’m a…because of my heritage. If you were truly disgusted, you could have stopped at any time once the spell was spent. But you didn’t. You just kept on coming back for more. Why didn’t you stop it, Malfoy?”



“You drew the lines. The battle had just begun, Granger. I don’t give up anything without a fight.”



“That wasn’t the only time you never gave up, though, was it? Tell me Malfoy…do you always think with your dick?”



He let go of her and crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for her to enlighten him. She remained close, still standing toe to toe with him. She was not finished making her point.



“What was it that you offered me this morning, huh? To turn my fantasy into a reality? Was that a real offer from you, or were you just so eager for another go at me that you needed to find a way that I would invite you to it? Always wanting to be the best at everything and yet falling short. Always eager to prove something, that you’re better than everyone else, but not getting the chance to really do it.”



In a rage he picked her up and backed her into the nearest wall. “Do not try and analyze me, Granger. Isn’t it clear that I’ve lost my mind? You did this to me. You turned my world upside down and inside out. Father would be so disgusted if he knew his only son had given into a…” she stiffened in his grasp, “…given into you.” He let her feet slowly drop to the floor and took her face in both hands. “But do you want to know the most maddening part of all?” He dragged his mouth against hers, “I would do you again - anytime, anyplace. In fact, I’m hoping to do it again.” Draco secured both hands behind her neck, “right now as a matter of fact.” And then he kissed her, hard. And it took her breath away. “ Come on Granger,” he whispered half dripping with seduction, the other have with sarcasm. “Let’s do it again. Let’s fuck the shit out of each other…we both want it, so why deprive ourselves?” He kissed her again, just as hard. Biting, licking sucking at her lips, like a hungry dog. She bit back, hard enough to draw blood. Malfoy let go with a start.



“You fucking bastard,” she cursed and slapped him across his cheek. “



He countered with his own curse, “bitch.” Which he followed with a slap of equal force across her left cheek.



Momentarily stunned she raised her hand and attempted to slap him again, but he caught her wrist and wrenched her arm behind her back. She tried the other hand, but he countered pinning the second arm like the first. He held her close and tight and looked at her with seething anger in his eyes…and something else. Lust. He captured her lips and kissed her with a passionate hunger that she felt all the way down to her toes.



Hermione did everything she could to keep up with him. Damn it, she did want him – again and again and again. He was becoming somewhat of an addiction, but she knew deep in her heart, she couldn’t let it continue. Rational thought screamed that it couldn’t.

She struggled to get free, but to no avail. The arms holding her were like bands of iron. For a second she reveled in it. His sheer strength, the fact that he really did want her and the fact that he seemed to want to risk everything he was just to have her. Her body’s reactions were causing her to weaken. That’s when her mind spoke up and screamed at her to get away…for her own good. And as much as she wanted to ignore her own logical mind, she knew she couldn’t. Lord help her, she couldn’t give into him, as much as she truly wanted to.



Hermione finally managed to pull her mouth away. “You don’t want me, and you never truly will. You were just left hard and wanting by the thought of fucking and I’m the only one around. I’m here and convenient. Go find another hole to put it in. Go after Pansy, you son of a bitch.”



“You will not slap me again. Do you understand? Never.”



“Get off me, Malfoy,” she growled.



“No,” he growled back and pulled her even closer.



“Let go, you…don’t…want…me!”



He grabbed one of her hands. He placed her palm flat against his chest and then slowly dragged it down to his trousers settling it on his arousal. His eyes all but rolled back in their sockets when the heat from her hand connected with the heat coming from within him. All her rational thoughts couldn’t help her at that moment, she let out a moan of longing. Draco sucked in a quick breath and in an almost desperate whisper, he said, “are you still so sure of that fact? You did this to me - your heat, your hunger, your battling kisses…not some random thought.”



Shocked, by his confession, she wrenched her hand away saying, “stop this.” She pushed past him heading in the direction of their dormitory. “You can finish patrol alone…I’ve already done my share.” She called over her shoulder before disappearing in the darkness at the end of the hall.



‘That seems to be abundantly clear,’ he noted to himself as he leaned his forehead against the cool stonewall.



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It was about a half hour later, by the time Malfoy got himself in enough control over his body to go back to their common room. Hermione was nowhere to be found. Cursing under his breath he trudged upstairs to his room. “Probably ran to Potter and Weasley to spend a night sandwiched in a threesome,” he mumbled. But when he entered his bedroom a familiar sound greeted him – the shower. A sly smirk formed on his lips. They would be able to finish what was started in the dungeons…at least, if he played his cards right they would. She was completely unaware and cornered in the shower. ‘This is going to be fun,’ he thought to himself.



He disrobed casually and changed into a clean pair of pajama bottoms, no top, and quietly entered the lavatory from his connecting door. Must’ve thought he would actually finish their rounds…the door was left unlocked from the inside.



He stood leaning against the sink, relaxing, waiting for his moment. He could barely make out her lithe body behind the steam-streaked glass – it made the encounter all the more arousing. However he could see enough to note that she was facing him, her eyes must be closed as she seemed to be washing shampoo from her hair. She turned, giving him a nice view of her backside - his moment had arrived. Malfoy pushed off the sink and walked to the glass door, she was rinsing her front.



His voice rose over the sound of the shower, “you know…you left me in quite a state back there, not exactly the politest exit – it was quite rude actually – surprising really, for someone like you.” He leaned casually against the towel rack, with his arms crossed over his bare chest.



“What did you expect me to do?” she countered, not bothering to face him, “service you right there in the dungeons corridor, for anyone to see? Not likely.” Her heart was pounding. She felt him when he came in the room, but would not give him the satisfaction of cowering. She just went on with her shower, hoping he would eventually leave her alone. Her hopes were dashed when he spoke.



“There are ways around things and you know it. Silencing charms, open classrooms or broom closets, hell we could have both come back here together and enjoyed…” A small shiver of freight, or was it anticipation, crawled up Hermione’s flushed skin. Malfoy was about to finish his thought, when she cut in.



“You slapped me, Malfoy. Sorry, but that’s not exactly a turn on for me,” she bit back.



“You hit me first, Granger. And for the record, that was the second time you’ve done so. I won’t tolerate it. Besides, you owe me.”



“I owe you nothing. We’re even remember? The game is over…and as far as who came out the winner, well, after all that’s happened between us in the last day, I’d say we can call it a draw, don’t you?”



“Ah, but the game is far from over. We still have things to discuss…Pansy, being the most urgent matter to handle.”



She slumped a little under the shower jet. How could she have forgotten? She was so mad at Malfoy for what he had pulled in the hallway, the thought of Pansy’s plan of revenge completely left her mind.



She looked at him over her shoulder. “You have a plan?” she asked, hopeful.



“One is forming.”



“What is it?”



“Ah, ah, ah – not so fast. You want my help and protection, you’ll have to pay.”

His slow, nonchalant drawl cut through her senses like a knife. Hermione stiffened as he watched him open the door to the shower - a cool burst of air hitting her back. She took a cleansing breath and faced the wall in front of her. ‘Get it together ’mione.’ Slowly, purposefully, she rinsed her face and hair one last time and turned to him in full naked glory.



Malfoy sucked in a quick breath at the sight of her. Hot water was beating hard against her back, running down her pink skin in glorious cascades. Malfoy watched how sensually the water ran in streaks down her face and neck, over the swell of a breast before freefalling off a nipple to the tile at her feet. His body surged with longing, his tongue tingled – jealous of a simple drop of water. How he wanted to follow that same path with is tongue, with his lips. How he wanted to spread her strong thighs and taste her honey within. Lord, he was going to love being paid…again and again.



Her hands were on her hips, waiting for him in silence to tell her the answer to his question, almost daring him to answer. She would not guess. He continued to stare at her - mesmerized by her matted, slicked back hair. How different she looked with her hair pulled so drastically away from her face. He saw every nuance of her eyes, lips, her pouting mouth. Finally, when his silence became unbearable, she asked the question aloud. “Well? How much is this going to cost me you little evil…?” She took a deep breath and tried to calm down. “My monthly allowance isn’t as large as yours, you know.”



He couldn’t control the slow devious smile that formed on his lips if he tried. “Its not money I want.” He undid the drawstring at his waist, stepped out of his pajamas and into the shower, closing the door behind him. He stepped forward into the hot spray of water while she countered, taking a step backwards out of it. Her back came in contact with the cooler stone behind her, but it did nothing to cool the heat rising within her. She swallowed hard before finally finding her voice.



“What do you think you’re going to try now?” she bit out. Perhaps if she kept up this tough persona, he would leave her alone…or perhaps, if she continued to fight back, she’d be all the more enticing to him. As much as she learned about him over the past day or so, she didn’t really know him.



‘Always ready for a fight this one, Merlin does she even know how hot that gets me?’ He allowed the water to beat down over his head and he rinsed himself thoroughly. Hermione could only watch, mesmerized by how at ease he was with his nakedness. As soon as he walked in the room, she wanted to grab a towel and run.



“I’m not going to try anything. I think you should know by now, I’m more of a doer, Granger.”



“You can’t make me do anything I don’t want without raising the stakes in this perverse game. Any hexes by you or I at this point, now that we’re even, and it’s the equivalent of declaring open war. Do you really want that, knowing how accurate my hexes are?”



He sighed, wiping the water from his face and leaning in closer to her. “No, open war is not part of my plan.”



Malfoy turned, giving her his back – his strong muscular back. The hardness of him was everywhere.



“Then what is your plan?” It was all she could do to keep her arms from snaking around his waist and pulling him against her bare chest. But the moment was quickly lost. He turned and faced her, moving directly in front of her…barely a hair’s length between them and placed his hands on her hips.



“You’ll find out…later. First, we have a little unfinished business to take care of.” He placed a hand on the wall next to her head and his right rested comfortably on her hip.



She tried to move out of his grasp, but when she did, his other hand came down holding on securely to her left hip. “Which is?”



“I’ll tell you the plan,” he said seductively into her ear before nibbling gently on the lobe, “once we finished what was started in the dungeons.”



Hermione took a cleansing breath. “You instigated it, that’s not my problem…” Hermione was desperately trying to ignore his hands. They were gently pawing her hips, drifting up over her stomach, teasing with the slightest touch the underside of her breasts and then back down to her hips again.



“Do you want my help with Pansy?” he continued in a soft voice.



“I…”



“Of course you do. You give me what I want…and I’ll give you what you want…in more ways than one. Its a win/win Granger, even without your big brains you’d be able to see that.”



“But, you and I don’t work, Malfoy. Why should we continue…”



“I’d say we work fairly well together,” he said before he began kissing her neck.

In between nibbles and kisses, he said, “you know, there was one thing, besides making love, that we didn’t cover last night.” He didn’t wait for her answer, “ we didn’t fuck in the shower.”



Her thoughts hit a brick wall as he pulled back from her to stare directly into her eyes. She watched the hot water wash over him, coloring his alabaster skin to a light pink. The change in his appearance was remarkable. He didn’t look cold anymore. He looked warm, inviting, healthy, vibrant…alive in every sense of the word. He was one perfectly sculpted male specimen – from his beautiful face all the way down to his pureblood toes. He was all man standing in front of her…and she wanted him - again and again, until she couldn’t walk anymore. Merlin help her, she wanted him.



“Well?”



“Well what?” she asked trying to control her breathing.



“Have you ever fucked in the shower?” He stopped what he was doing and was now waiting for an answer. The question had hit her hard – what should she say? If she said yes, which was indeed the truth – would he leave since this act, again, would be nothing new to her? Or should she say no – a perfect opening for him to stay and give her a new experience as he thought he had done all last night? Hermione didn’t know what scared her more, him staying or him leaving. The truth however, won out. She couldn’t lie – not even to Malfoy’s direct question.



“Yes,” she said defiantly. “Of course I’ve had sex in the shower.” It came out in a rush.



“Ah,” he said with a slight nod. “Then allow me to ruin this experience for all your future men as well.” He leaned against her, his body pressing into hers. His now erect cock digging into her flat stomach. she closed her eyes imagining the first moment yesterday when she’d let him put it inside her. That feeling of completeness - he filled her so perfectly and administered to her so expertly…Malfoy was more than any man she’d ever had and she wanted it again. His hands came possessively to her hips holding her to him. Hermione put her hands on his chest, half-heartedly trying to push him away.



“No,” she whispered.



“No?”



“No, Malfoy. I won’t do this.”



“Why not? You clearly want it. You wanted it since you left me last night. You wanted it since you left me before patrol. Hell, you wanted it since you left me in the dungeons less than an hour ago.” His eyes followed the progress as he gently trailed a finger down her cheek and neck. In between her breasts and over her stomach continuing down to the brown curls at the apex of her thighs. He furrowed his brow – “you’re always leaving, Granger. Women don’t do that. I’m the one who leaves, but you…” He dipped a finger in her moist depths. She gasped and shut her eyes tight. He slowly removed it and then added a second. Hermione sighed as he went to capture her mouth. He whispered against her mouth, “why do you always leave…” the end of that question, ‘…me,’ was swallowed up by the kiss itself. He wasn\'t ready to admit that fact aloud.



Malfoy kissed a trail down the side of her neck and throat heading towards her left breast. He bent slightly and positioned himself between her legs. He didn’t insert himself within her, he was just gliding slowly back and forth, teasing her moist folds.



Her arms instinctively wrapped themselves around his neck. It wasn’t her fault…she couldn’t help the way her body was responding to him. For a second she thought this was his new tactic…to torture her to death. But the feelings that were warming her from the inside out, had her almost begging for him. “Malfoy,” she moaned and started to spread he legs to let him in, but he held her thighs in their current position.



“Don’t.” And at that point he pushed her thighs closer together for a tighter feel. This movement caused him to moan. “Not yet.” He was enjoying this too much to get through it quickly.



“Why are you doing this to me?” her voice pleading for an answer as she held his head to her breast.



He pulled back and leaned his forehead against hers, still continuing to thrust gently and methodically between her legs. “Because it feels good, Granger. And everything that’s so wrong about us, makes what we do together so good.” He captured her lips again and kissed her slow and long, tasting every part of her mouth, his thrusting between her thighs becoming more and more urgent.



Hermione pulled away to breathe. “Malfoy, please…” But what she was about to verbally beg for, she didn’t know. Stop or take it further? It would go unanswered.



“Tell me you don’t want me. Tell me and I swear on all that is magic I’ll stop this right now.”



“I…”



“Tell me.”



“I don’t…” His gyrations were still increasing in speed. “I don’t want…you…” she was practically panting now. God, she loved what he was doing to her. Her insides were winding up for something big. Malfoy could sense it. He reached between them and found the sensitive bud of flesh hidden in her curls. Malfoy stroke it gently to match his every thrust. “…to stop. Merlin, help me…I don’t.” She was now grinding into his hand and in a few short moments, she came into the very hand that petted her so gently. He let her crest hard, but before she fell limp against him, he inserted himself. It took her breath away as her body was still finishing its spasms of ecstasy. Malfoy lifted her up off the ground, wrapping her legs around him. He didn’t miss a stroke as he fucked her against the tiled wall of the shower. It didn’t take long for him to follow her over the edge. All she could do was hang on and enjoy the ride.