Contrast

A/N~ Once again, my readers are the Bee’s Knees and I have to say a humongous THANK YOU to all of you, especially those who reviewed. I don’t know how I could continue without your everlasting support, and I especially don’t know how I could annoy my boyfriend as much as I do without my reviews to read out loud to him while he is trying to do homework.

Warning: This chapter is a quadruple threat; Violence, Angst, Humor, and Smut. Enjoy!

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Draco was seething with anger, trying his damnedest to keep it under control. She had fucked Blaise more times than him, and by his count, he and Granger had been “together” for a little over a week. He was never one to keep track of his conquests, but Draco was seriously starting to question how many times two people could shag in a week without keeling over. Damn sexual maniacs.

He could feel Granger staring at him, so he looked up from where his eyes were glaring at the stone floor. She seemed to be perplexed, but the deeper Draco looked into her eyes, the more he could see fear in the depths of them. She was frightened. Serves the bitch right!

Draco could not look at her anymore without his vision clouding again, and he needed his eye sight clear at the moment. He lowered his eyes once more, focusing on his hands this time. They were shaking. Draco clenched them into fists for a moment and then let go. He repeated this action a few times. He had gotten over the fact that he was furious and there was no way to keep his face and demeanor indifferent, but he still felt he needed to have control over his body. If he didn’t control himself, there was no telling what he would do and who he would do it to.

Still looking at his hands, he could sense Granger taking a step closer to him. He couldn’t hear her soft and pleading voice right now, he needed to calm down, and he couldn’t do that if she started speaking to him, it would only cause him to loose himself to the violence threatening to take over him.

“Malfoy, I-”

“Do not talk to me right now Granger. Never in my life have I hit a girl, but if you take one step closer to me, I don’t know if I will be able to say that in the future.”

She didn’t listen to him. She took another step and placed her small hand on his forearm. Her scent assaulted Draco; cinnamon, ink, and books.

“But I-”

“I said don’t fucking talk to me!” He warned. “And don’t fucking touch me either, I don’t want your filthy hands on me.”
He grabbed the hand that was resting on his arm and flung it back at her. She looked deeply offended and Draco was glad, even more so when she said nothing in return.

They stood in the library near their table in silence. Draco had tried to regain some sort of clear way of thinking. It had turned out to be harder than he thought, because all he could picture in his head was Blaise and Granger having it off passionately. No matter how many deep breaths he took and no matter how many times he squeezed his eyes shut, it was no use. He was fucked. At least now he felt calm enough now to get some more details out of the girl standing next to him. He lifted his head once again and found her gazing at him anxiously.

“What else did you lie to me about?”

She shook her head and closed her eyes for a moment before saying quietly, “Nothing else, that’s it, I promise.”

Draco found it hard to believe her on the surface, but he found it even more difficult to admit that deep down, he really thought she was telling the truth. Fucking conflicting inclinations. Why couldn’t he be a simpleton like Weasley, then he would never have this kind of problem? Immediately after thinking this, Draco took it back and cursed himself for ever wishing he could have anything in common with the Weasel.

“And this morning,” he said softly, “in the common room, what exactly did Blaise do to you?”

Granger shifted nervously and chewed on her bottom lip as if she was going over in her mind what she was going to tell Draco. It was her turn to study her hands.

“He backed me up against the wall, and he asked me about us, you and me. He wanted me to give him another chance, and when I told him no, he started asking me questions.”

“What sort of questions?”

She was still looking down.

“He wanted to know if we call each other by our first names during, um, the heat of the moment, and if you know how to touch me, where to touch me, if you know what I like. He was trying to seduce me.”

Draco glared at her through his narrowed eyes, feeling the anger he tried so hard to contain getting ready to burst again.

“Did he succeed?” he asked menacingly.

Granger’s head shot up, her brown eyes sparking with fire, no longer full of apprehension.

“No, he did not. He was basically the epitome of a sexual predator. I only got away from him when I jabbed my wand into his jugular.”

Draco had started shaking again, his fury overcoming him once more.

“Fuck! I should have gone down there with you. Merlin knows what really happened between you two.”

Granger was getting angry as well. She was glaring at him and her mouth was set in a straight line. Draco knew it was because of the way he was treating her, alluding to her being a slag, but he didn’t really care about her feelings at the moment. What he did care about was finding Blaise and decking him in his pretty boy face.

“I need to go fuck up Blaise.” He informed her calmly.

Draco turned on his heel and stormed out of the library, fully intending to leave Granger behind. He thought he had until he reached the hallway and he could hear her footsteps stomping behind him. When she finally caught up with him in the corridor outside, he stopped, only because she stood in front of him, obstructing him on his way to hand out his brand of revenge.

“Malfoy, don’t do anything stupid.”

“What, like go shag some one, then turn around and lie about it only to save my whoring arse? Oh no, wait, that was you!”

Granger was just as angry as he was now. She was sending daggers his way with her hate-filled stare. This only caused Draco to become more upset. She didn’t get to be mad, she was the one who lied, and she deserved every vile word he had for her and more.

Draco leaned into her, his sneering mouth centimeters from hers. He expected her to back away, but she didn’t. She held her ground. Good girl, never show a dragon your weakness, he’ll eat you alive. He smiled evilly at her.

“Get the fuck out of my way Granger before I force you out of it.”

She reluctantly moved aside and said nothing as he passed by her and continued his advance on his once mate, now enemy.

As Draco was fiercely making his way down to the Slytherin common room, he couldn’t decide who he was more infuriated with: Granger, for boldly lying to him, or Blaise, for trying to charm and fuck Granger in the sodding common room while Draco was sleeping just a floor above them when he had made it perfectly clear that Granger was his. Draco concluded that it was more convenient to be more vexed with Blaise since he had just arrived at the wall protecting the common room and Draco knew for certain that Blaise was in there.

Draco gave the password and stepped through the opening wall, scanning the long and narrow room as he clenched and unclenched his shaking hands.

There he was, sitting next to Pansy at a table in the back. Pansy was laughing at a joke Blaise must have just made. Seeing that bastard smirking like the bloody fucking Berk that he is was enough to cause Draco to charge at him.

Blaise saw Draco coming at him alarmingly fast, his dark eyes widening, and had tried to give Draco something of a greeting (“Draco, I was just telling Pansy-”) but he was stopped in mid-sentence by Draco hauling Blaise up by his collar and punching him square in the jaw as hard as he could.

Blaise fell to the floor and clutched his face while Pansy hopped down from her stool and lowered herself to cradle his head in her lap. Draco just stood above them, looking down at the reason why his knuckles were hurting, breathing heavily, and waiting impatiently for Pansy to move away from Blaise. Draco wasn’t even close to being finished with him

Pansy looked up at Draco, shocked.

“Draco, why would you go and do something like that to your best mate?”

Draco continued to scowl at Blaise, his metallic eyes flashing at Pansy only for a moment when he said “Move out of the way Pansy.”

“No, I will not. Why did you do that?”

This time, Draco ignored Pansy completely, and returned his glare to Blaise.

“I told you to stay the fuck away from her. You do it again, and you will regret it for the rest of your life. No more warnings.” Draco muttered fiercely but quietly enough for only the three of them to hear and not the crowd growing around them.

Blaise raised himself up and rested on his elbows, his split lip leaking blood and his cheek already bruising. Draco felt some satisfaction knowing that he had done so much damage to him with only one punch. Cheers.

Blaise tried to smile, but it was replaced with a look of pain when his cut started oozing more blood. Instead he chuckled at Draco softly.

“So she told you then?”

“Yes.”

Blaise raised one eyebrow and looked at Draco doubtfully.

“Everything?”

“Yes.” Draco stated smugly.

Pansy, still looking stunned and confused at Draco, helped Blaise raise himself to his feet. He got up and stood in front of Draco.

“Fantastic right swing you’ve got there, mate.” He said massaging his jaw.

Draco looked at him coldly. His hands had stopped shaking, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still enraged.

“I have plenty more left in me.”

Blaise chuckled once again, and the cold hearted sound resonated in Draco’s head, his vision becoming impaired with murderous hate. Draco drew back his arm to deck him Blaise again, but Pansy, not missing Draco’s intent, placed herself between the two boys. Draco stopped himself before he broke her nose, which probably would have given her reason to go see that Muggle doctor and fix her “pug problem” as she called it.

Blaise looked at Draco over Pansy’s head, a demented smirk on his face, lopsided because his split lip wouldn’t rise all the way on the injured side.

“You would let some lying tart come between us Draco?”

Draco took a step closer, causing Pansy to flinch and Blaise to bare his teeth.

“You let her come between us when you went after her after I told you not to. She is my lying tart, and you are a tossing gobshite pikey twat! I am not going to tell you again, you stay the fuck away from her!”

Only half satisfied, Draco turned his back on Blaise and shoved his way through the small group of spectators straining to hear what that two Slytherins were saying to each other. All they really got to hear was Draco stomping up the steps to his room and slamming his heavy door shut so powerfully the force actually shook the stone walls.


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An hour later, Draco was in the Great Hall not eating his dinner. Instead, he was viciously stabbing the piece of steak on his plate while sneering and glaring at Granger from across the vast room. His anger was now completely focused on her, seeing as how he got to take some of it out on Blaise. This time it wasn’t going to be as easy as punching the Head Girl and being done with it. Draco’s father had taught him never to hit a girl, no matter how angry they made him. Why physically hurt the lesser sex when you can merely do the same emotional damage with a few carefully selected words?

Draco just couldn’t get over that fact that she lied to him, she had no absolute reason to. That night when they had exchanged stories about how they lost their virginity, Draco had told Hermione the whole truth, and yet she held back from him. Why? It wasn’t as if they were in love and she was holding back from telling him everything to avoid hurting him. They were shagging and people who shag have no need to lie to each other, there is no point.

And that was why Draco was so upset. He hated being lied to. He was raised to say exactly what was on his mind, and perhaps that was why most people thought him an arrogant prat, but at least he was an honest arrogant prat. Okay, so maybe there was that time in 3rd year when he milked his arm injury for all it was worth, but that was when he was an adolescent git. He had grown up. Now, if there was something to say, he would just say it. He just couldn’t understand why anyone would want to lie, where is the fun in that? Harsh brutal honesty was the way to go, and if it made someone cry, that was just a bonus.

But there was something in the back of Draco’s mind, something beyond the anger, adding on to it, and he just couldn’t put his finger on it yet.

Just as he was about to explore the inner depths of his mind, Pansy, who was sitting next to him at the table, put her graceful hand with perfectly manicured nails on his, halting him from his current hobby of piercing his dinner with his fork.

Draco glanced at her irritably. She, of course, was looking at him curiously.

“Draco, what is with you tonight? First you deck your best mate and get into a row with him over a girl, and now you are trying to re-murder your dinner instead of eating it?”

“It doesn’t concern you Pansy, so I suggest you stay out of it.”

Pansy crinkled her nose at him and pouted her wine colored lips while giving her dark hair a toss. Although she still slightly resembled a pug, puberty and tons of make-up had been a miracle for her. Draco often though that if she hadn’t gotten better looking by 6th year, he was going to have to lose his virginity to the bird with a paper bag over her head. Luckily for him, not only did Pansy have a body most girls would kill for, but she also discovered that a little bit doesn’t always go a long way when it came to make-up.

“I don’t suppose you are going to tell me who the ‘lying tart’ is that you are fighting over.”

Draco returned his gaze to his dinner.

“You’ve got that right.” He drawled as he begun stabbing at his steak again. Pansy, who was obviously not finished questioning him, sighed heavily and roughly yanked the fork out of Draco’s hand.

Deeply affronted, Draco stared at her accusingly.

“What did you do that for?”

“Because I am not done talking to you and I require your undivided attention. Besides, you are acting like a child.”

“I am not.” Draco huffed.

“If going around and hitting other people for trying to take what you say is yours and then directing a tantrum at a well done piece of beef isn’t childish, what is it?”

Draco sighed. He should have just skipped dinner all together and this damnable conversation would never have taken place.

“Well Pansy, if you put it that way, of course it sounds juvenile.”

Draco, having no appetite, pushed the plate in front of him away. What was the use of having a perfectly good side of meat to jab without a fork to do the jabbing with? Wait, he had a knife! As if Pansy had read his mind, she reached out and grabbed the other utensil before Draco could. Damn bitch!

“I wish you would eat Draco.”

Draco, now glowering, said, “I wish you would leave me the fuck alone Pansy.”

She took no offense to his harsh words, having grown up with him and becoming quite used to them, and said nothing in return. Draco could see her out of his peripheral vision watching him as he slightly turned his head and sneered at Blaise, who was sitting at the other end of the table with a pack of ice on his jaw.

“Is she worth it?” Pansy asked.

“Worth what?”

“Worth destroying a life long friendship?”

Draco tore his eyes away from Blaise to face Pansy, her hazel eyes full of concern.

“Bloody hell. I thought I would die before I ever saw you care about someone other than yourself.”

“You’re one to talk.” She said, smirking. “And I know that aside from myself, Blaise is the only other person in our house that you consider deserving of you intellectual conversation and most excellent and exclusive friendship.”

Draco deduced that sarcasm was a bitch, and so was Pansy.

“I told him to stay away from her, she is mine now.”

“She was his before?”

“Only in the physical sense.” Draco growled.

“And is it more than physical with you?”

“We have a more extensive past. Maybe it goes beyond shagging.”

Pansy cocked her head to the side. Draco really needed to tell her that if she wanted to avoid resembling a pug, she shouldn’t tilt her head like one.

“So you love her then?”

“No, not at all.” Draco responded smoothly.

“Then what is it?”

“She challenges me. She is the only one with enough bollocks to not take my bullshit. I insult her and she berates me right back without skipping a beat. It is like foreplay, really.”

Pansy shook her head as if she didn’t understand. Draco hadn’t expected her to.

“That’s all well and good, Draco, but is she worth it?”

Draco lowered his head and ran his hands through his silky hair. Lifting his eyes from the table, he discreetly watched Granger from across the hall. She was stabbing at her food in the same spiteful manner Draco had been, except her victim was a baked potato. Potter reached out and took her fork away, and then he said something that caused Granger to force a smile and Weasley to laugh, spitting out the half masticated food from his mouth. How nauseating and repulsive. Why she was friends with that peasant Draco would never know.

Draco shifted his gaze back to Granger. She was pretty, had a decent body, and was a lioness, no pun intended, in the sack. If Draco had to pick someone who matched his intellect and wit, it had to be that Mudblood, though he would never admit it, not even if he was being tortured with the Cruciatus Cruse. But was she worth reducing his friendship with his best mate to rubbish?
“Well,” said Pansy, interrupting his thoughts, “I’m waiting. Is she worth it?”

Suddenly Draco felt as if he was suffocating at the idea of having to think about something so deep. Thoughtful consideration so complex was not in his nature.

“Fuck Pansy, I don’t know, all right. Quit pestering me. I’ve got to get out of here. I need some fresh air.”

Draco stood up abruptly, ignoring Pansy’s plea of “Draco, wait!”, and walked down the length of the table. As he passed Blaise, Draco smacked him on the back of the head and called him a twat, earning muffled a “Sod off!” that Draco could barley hear as he stepped out of the Great Hall and made his way into the night.

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15 minutes later, Draco was standing next to the lake trying to keep his head as clear as possible. He’s had enough brooding for one night. After all, he wasn’t Harry fucking Potter, The Boy Who Broods Enough to be Considered Suicidal, thank Merlin.

Shaking the awful thought out of his head, Draco lifted his head and looked up at the sky. The stars and half of the full moon were covered by thick dark clouds, and it smelled like it was about to rain at any moment. There was electricity in the air.

Brought out of his surveillance of his sky by a twig snapping behind him, Draco turned to see Granger a few meters away from him in the dim light.

“What do you want Granger?” Draco asked coolly.

“I want to talk to you.”

“Well, I don’t want to talk to you, so fuck off.”

“No, not until you listen to what I have to say.”

She actually stomped her foot. If Draco wasn’t so furious, he would have laughed.

“I said fuck off!”

“And I said no, Malfoy! I didn’t get to finish telling you all that I had to say.”

Draco remembered his father’s lesson. Words hurt more than hands to women. It was time to put that theory to the test.

“What, that you are a filthy, lying, loose, Mudblood whore who will open her legs for anyone willing to fuck her? Or is it just Slytherins that you want to fuck?”

That’s an affirmative, Father. Granger’s face contorted with rage, as she stepped up to him and slapped him, the crack of her hand smacking his cheek drowned out by the boom of thunder overhead them. The storm had started.

“Don’t you ever talk to me like that again, Malfoy!” she yelled.

“Hey, I just call it like I see it Granger.” Draco stated. His voice remained calm despite the animosity rushing through his veins.

“Even if you don’t deserve to know, I am going to tell you what I told Blaise this morning.”

Draco cringed on the inside when he heard the name fall from her lips, adding on to his contempt for her.

“He asked me if you know how to touch me, and where. He wanted to know if you knew what I liked to have done to me; how I liked to be fucked, and do you know what I told him?”

When Draco ignored Granger and examined his nails instead, she stepped closer to him and pushed him violently while shouting, “Well, do you?” causing him to take a step back in order to keep his balance.

Draco looked at Granger and took in her flushed cheeks and clenched hands. Her hair had somehow come out of her bun and was flowing wildly around her face and down her back. He was reminded of how furious she was the night they shagged for the first time. She looked like a wilting flower then in comparison to right now. And she looked stunning.

“Fine, tell me. Tell me what you are so desperate to say so you can get out of my fucking sight!” Draco bellowed.

“I told him that you were the best fuck I have ever had! You know exactly how to talk to me, to touch me, to fuck me! Doesn’t that count for something, you arsehole?”

Draco knew there was no point in trying to mask his anger anymore, not when she yelled at him like this, she needed the passionate retorts just as much as he needed the snarky ones. He let it all go.

“How do I know you weren’t lying then too?”

Granger shouted her frustration loudly and incoherently.

“What in the bloody hell is your fucking problem? Yes, I lied, so what! Get the fuck over it!”

At that exact moment there was another tremendous clap of thunder and the rain started pouring down from the heavily filled clouds. Draco and Granger were drenched instantly; neither noticed.

“One thing you should know about me Granger, I think lying is useless.” Draco called over the sound of the rain. “Another fucking contrast for you, Mudblood: I see no point in lying, it gets you nowhere and does nothing but fuck everything up, case and point. You, obviously, have no shame in lying as long as it protects your pretty little arse.”

“I am so fucking sick of your damned contrasts! And I wasn’t protecting myself, you wanker, I was protecting you!”

They continued shouting at each other through the rain, even louder than before because the shower of water coming down seemed to act as an obstruction in their argument, an obstruction they were determined not to let interfere.

Angrily waving his arms, Draco roared at Granger, “Just what in the fuck were you trying to protect me from? It is not as if I couldn’t accept the whole truth! I am not some delicate poof like Potter or Weasley, I am sure I have heard much worse! And I like my contrasts, you bitch!”

Granger stared at Draco furiously through the water. Her eyes looked as if they were about to set fire to him and burn him despite the rain.

“I know how pissed off you got when I told you it was Blaise that I lost my virginity to! He is your best friend and I didn’t want to come between you, but since there is a rumor going around that you punched him, which I believe, I am guessing I already have!”

“I wasn’t angry at you damn it, I was angry at him! Angry that he beat me in getting to you, angry that he got to fuck you first, angry that he got you to say yes! I-”

And it was at that instant that Draco knew what was bothering him, what had caused him to hate his friend and force him to be so incensed.

“You what?” she called out.

“I was jealous, okay? I was fucking jealous and I still am! I wanted to be the one to break you, to ruin you, to be the one you remember as the bloke who popped your fucking cherry, who made you come first, who made you scream out his fucking name in ecstasy!”

It was raining even harder, and the downpour was now accompanied by the loud rumbles of thunder and strikes of lightning. The storm was becoming more violent, only adding to the atmosphere. The air was definitely electric.

In the partial moonlight, Draco could see Granger’s expression become full of understanding as she softly mouthed “Oh.” He couldn’t even hear it over the rain.

“Yeah, ‘Oh’! I have never been jealous of anyone in my entire life; I have never had the need to be! I have always gotten everything I wanted, and now, I want you to belong to me, but deep down I know that you belong to him because he will always have that part of you, that part of you I will never have!”

The outrage returned to her expression, and she threw up her arms in annoyance.

“Damn it, Malfoy! How many times do I have to tell you I don’t belong to anyone? Not you and most certainly not Blaise!”

“Why the fuck not?” He yelled.

“Because it’ll make all that we do together more wrong if I give into it! And you know what is really fucked up, you self-involved prick? I want to be your girl, I like knowing that you are possessive of me, that you won’t let Blaise try and fuck me again! It fucking gets me off! But never will I tell you I am yours, because if I do, then I will get lost in it!”

The thunder sounded deeply again, immediately followed by a flash of lightning. In the blue light Draco could see Granger glaring at him with passion in her eyes, breathing heavily. Her hair was in wet curls and her clothes were a soaked second skin, clinging to her body, leaving nothing to the imagination.

She wanted to be his, it turned her on. Just that thought alone was enough for Draco to feel the familiar pang of arousal in his lower stomach and cause his manhood to jolt excitedly.

Draco could not stop himself from rushing to her, gathering her into his wet arms, and attacking her mouth with his. His kiss was rough and demanding, not asking entrance, but forcing it. She instantly submitted to him, and kissed him just as severely. Their mouths battled with each other, and Draco’s teeth found her lips to bite, the taste of Granger’s blood in his mouth causing him to growl deeply.

Suddenly, as quickly as the kiss started, it was ended by Granger wrenching herself out of Draco’s embrace. She pushed him with what Draco suspected to be all her might and he lost his balance this time and landed with a thud on the soggy ground, ruining his favorite pants and splashing his sodden white shirt with mud. He looked up at her, astounded.

“No Malfoy!” she screamed, “You don’t just get to kiss me and make everything better! I fucking hate you!”

Draco brought himself up to his knees slowly, and taking her by surprise, pushed Granger onto the ground in front of him as hard as he could without hurting her. Well, maybe he wanted to hurt her a little. A little pain was always good.

She lay on the ground dazed, and before she could push herself up, Draco crawled over to her and climbed on top of her. He pulled her legs apart and placed himself comfortably in between them while she tried to resist and struggled with him. When one of her hands came up to his neck and scratched him deeply with her nails, Draco grabbed both of her wrists in one hand and brought her arms above her head, slamming them into the saturated ground.

“I get to do whatever the fuck I want to Granger! I can kiss you and make you forget why you hate me!” he snarled while staring deeply into her flashing eyes.

Draco brought his mouth to her neck, and bit it brutally before covering the small patch of skin with his lips. She tasted like the rain, wet and refreshing, and when Draco bit and sucked his way down to her chest and the top of her breasts, he took note of the small moan that escaped her.

He removed his mouth and looked her in the eyes again, dark with longing.

“I can touch you and make you ache for more!”

Draco shoved brought his free hand off of the ground next to her and shoved it up and under Granger’s soaking jumper and bra, brutally groping her breast. Her hard pebbled nipple seemed to be burning a hole in Draco’s palm. Despite the cold rain, her body was hot and Draco could feel it through her clothes and his. He pinched and massaged her breast harshly and at the same time he grinded his rock hard erection against her soft womanhood. She moaned louder this time.

“And,” he said bringing his mouth to her ear and taking her lobe in his mouth, sucking hard, “I can fuck you and make you remember why you told Blaise why I am the best fuck you have ever had.”

Draco removed his hand from Granger’s breast and yanked the bottom of her skirt up to her waist, exposing her wet soaked knickers. They were white and transparent because of the rain that assaulted them. Draco licked his lips as he palmed her cunt, groaning audibly when he felt the heat radiating from her center. Draco knew it wasn’t just the rain that made her kickers wet. He stroked her firmly a few times before he brought his hand to the side of her knickers and gripped them, the sound of the under garment ripping being vanquished by another roaring burst of thunder.

Draco then reached down to his own trousers, unbuttoning them and unzipping his fly, before freeing his weeping dick from it’s cloth prison by pushing his pants and underwear down and exposing his toned pale arse to the night.

With a blaze of lightning, he viciously plunged into Granger’s already wet pussy, savoring her tight inner walls convulsing all around him. She moaned a loud “Fuck!” as she arched her back, her face alight with euphoria.

Draco started fucking her savagely, pounding into her violently, the sound of their skin slapping together, Draco’s grunts, and Granger’s moans barely heard over the hammering rain and resonant thunder. Each time the lightning set fire to the sky, Draco would look down at Granger’s face to see it contorted with bliss, her dark eyes staring at him erotically.

“Do you remember now, Granger? Do you?” Draco growled in between grunts, still thrusting in and out of him, still tightly grasping her wrists above her head.

“Yes Malfoy, I remember.” She groaned.

“And do you belong to me?” he asked her breathlessly but fiercely.

When she said nothing in return, Draco lifted her wrists held in his hands and slammed them back down onto the ground angrily, splashing them with mud and water.

“Are you mine you fucking Mudblood? When I am pounding you into the ground, when I am fucking you primitively, when I make you come, are-you-mine?” Draco yelled unrelentingly, accentuating his last three words with the most powerful bruising shoves he could summon while trying to keep from losing his self before he got her answer.

“Yes damn it!” she screamed, her voice husky with arousal and on the verge of her orgasm. “I am fucking yours Malfoy!”

At her words, Draco exploded into Granger at the exact same moment she came, arching her back so high off of the ground that Draco could feel her excited nipples and firm breasts being pressed against his muscular chest.

Draco pumped into her one last time before whispering in her ear “Tell me again Granger.” He wanted to hear it from her post-coital, when she wasn’t being motivated by the promise of getting off. He wanted to know it was real, that he hadn’t imagined it.

Granger turned her head and captured Draco’s mouth in an urgent kiss, her teeth biting his lips as he had done hers, licking his blood with her tongue. While she kissed him, the rain cascaded down on them in sheets, the thunderous rumblings continued, and the flare of lightning enveloped the dark for only a few seconds. The storm raged on while theirs had died out.

She broke the kiss and looked directly into Draco’s eyes, her bright brown pupils reflecting his silvery ones in another flash of light.

“I’m yours Malfoy.”

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A/N~ There you have it. So, was I right in thinking that this is one of my best chapters yet? I worked so hard on it, because I wanted to get the storm scene just right, because I could picture it in my mind so clearly, and it is so much harder to put it into words. I hope I did it justice.

I know that this chapter was kind of violent, as was the smut, but I believe Hermione and Draco are two very passionate people, and they don’t do anything gently, including fighting/fucking. Please let me know what you think.

I hope you like this chapter to review it, even if you have never reviewed this story before. There is a first time for everything.

Lots of love to you all!

Roberta