Don't Touch Me

Still don't own anything Harry Potter...bummer. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo Previously... She looked deep into his eyes and unbuckled his belt. "Granger, you go too far!" he yelled. Still staring into those icy blue eyes, she unzipped his trousers and let them hang low on his hips, letting his green and sliver boxers show. "GRANGER!" xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo Despite his outburst, she continued to look at him with innocent and yet mischievous, brown eyes. His eyes held a look of pure anger and hatred in their depths. She was beyond having crossed a line now. 'Good... and I don't care', she thought. 'I'm sick of the way he's always treating me as if I'm less than human. I'm a person, damn it...with feelings. I can get angry too. And he'll be sorry...oh, will he be sorry. He's provoked me for the last time.' To the casual observer, they could have been engaged in an innocent staring contest. But to be fair, the observer would have clearly noticed the fact the Hermione was fully clothed, while Draco was only half dressed. So there he stood: hands at his sides, trousers hanging low on his hips, boxers showing for all the world, and especially for Granger, to see. He was totally incapacitated, thoroughly humiliated and unfortunately for him...he was most definately aroused. 'What a total fuckarow to be in,' he thought bitterly. He swore that when he got full control of himself again, she was totally going to pay for this. His mind was reeling with all the wonderfully horrid things he was going to do to her. Nasty, vicious...dirty, Slytheriny things. 'Don't play with a snake, lest you get his fangs. When this is over, she's mine. Oh, she's going to pay ...with interest.' It was Hermione who broke their heated stare first. She leaned into him and licked him from mid-chest to his neck. Malfoy's eyes rolled to the back of his head while he stood there, totally helpless and frozen, while she did her worst. 'Bitch. Who the bloody hell taught little miss tight ass how to do this to a man? She probably read it in a book,' he thought bitterly. His brain was sending urgent messages to every one of his nerve endings to try and will his body to move away from her. His hands twitched to grab her and push her away. Wait...his hands twitched? He concentrated again willing his right hand to move. It did, he hadn't imagined it. A devilish smirk appeared on his face. With a minor feeling of triumph, he looked back at Granger, waiting for her next move. Hermione was feeling a wonderful sense of power...oh, not the type of power a witch would have, but the power of a woman - a strong-willed, intelligent woman enticing a man to sexual arousal. And she wasn't about to give that up anytime soon, no matter how many times Malfoy voiced his objections. She could always silence him, couldn't she? It's not like she was hurting him - that is to say, she wasn't inflicting any physical pain...not yet. Mentally however, he was most assuredly a wreck. Here she was, a mudblood by his vile definition, holding all the cards in this sensual game she was playing with him...and it didn't take a witch with 4 OWL's to see that she was getting to him...physically. He was an 18 year old male for Merlin's sake. He'd have to be dead not to have any kind of reaction, even if he did hate her. She was reveling in this new-found control. She was kissing his neck now, starting at his shoulders and moving up to his ear. Malfoy took a deep breath. She was killing him. Killing him slowly with a pleasure that he never felt before. He tried to coax himself back to sanity...'she's a mudblood, she's my enemy, she's filthy...dirty, oh God her tongue....' She gently nipped his earlobe. "GRANGER!" "Yes. Did you want something?" she whispered in his ear. "What I want," he tried to say calmly, "is for you to stop this ridiculous lesson and reverse the damn spell!" 'This is bad, this is really, really bad', he thought. He was doing everything in his power to keep her eyes on his, while continuing to slowly move each finger. "Is that what you really want?" she said trailing a hand lazily over his chest. She circled around him, but did not relinquish her contact with him. She stood behind him and felt his strong back; she was loving every bit of this. "Y-yes," he said with a shaky voice. She reached around his waist with both hands and started rubbing his chest with one hand while the other gently eased into his boxers. "Are you sure?" she questioned while slowly sliding her hand back and forth underneath the elastic waistband, making her way down to his... "Granger," he said almost breathlessly. He couldn't take it anymore...she was driving him mad. 'Who knew she could be like this? Remain calm', he thought. 'She's too caught up in her power play. She hasn't even noticed the spell is wearing off. Come on Malfoy... move, damn it', he goaded himself. But for as much as he tried he could only just wiggle his fingers. 'Keep her mind off the spell...keep her distracted.' "Granger", he said again, though this time he was able to pull off some of the Malfoy haughtier. "You do realize that as soon as your little game has ended and I can once again move, you are so going to pay for this." She froze for just an instant. She hadn't thought that far ahead. Hell, she hadn't thought, period. Hermione now found herself in the throws of a minor panic attack. 'What the bleeding hell have I gotten myself into? How could I have let it go this far?' She was arguing with herself while she was gently nipping his shoulder blades. 'This is insane, Hermione....hello...this is Malfoy. But by warning me, what does he really expect me to do? Be so afraid of him that I'll end the spell? Hell no. I will NOT do that. I should at least have the satisfaction of finishing what I started. And finish it I will...on top! Time to win the game. This power over Malfoy is too intoxicating. I love it.' "Did you hear what I said?" he asked. "Hmmm?" his insistent tones brought her back from her thoughts. She had her eyes closed and was leaning against his back while enjoying the little shivers she was causing him. She was almost there. She had been taking her time, loving every second. The anticipation of feeling his length in her hand made it that much better. She wanted to feel all of him and make him understand that her touch was just as good as any other girls. Her hand was at the base of his shaft and she was just about to wrap her fingers around it when he said... "That's enough, Granger." It was the way he said it that brought her out of her euphoria. She stilled her hand and then reluctantly withdrew it from his boxers. She took a deep breath. It was now or never. Hermione walked around to stand in front of him. Draping one arm around his neck and the other around his waist she said simply, "No. It's not enough". The way that she said it that gave him pause. He looked at her, now with a look of confusion and curiosity rather than anger and hate. She fisted her fingers through the hair at the back of his neck and pulled him to her lips. Her kiss was hard, fast and hinged on being somewhat violent. Without her realizing it, she seemed to be taking out years of her own anger with him in this one kiss. Before he had time to react, she pulled his head forcefully away from her. 'Damn!', he thought. Hermione took one step back and looked at him, hands on her hips. Malfoy let out a breath that he didn't quite know he was holding and then realized he was suddenly cold from the loss of her contact with him. Staring at her with the patented Malfoy glare gave him a chance to collect himself. "Grang...", he stopped and cleared his throat. His voice came out pitched a bit higher than normal. "Granger, stop this. You're only going to make things worse for yourself by continuing this little game of yours." He was trying desperately to act as if what she was doing to him didn't matter. He would have made a great actor. Malfoy, though he'd never admit it aloud, was a little in awe of her actions today. In day-to-day Hogwarts life, his heart would exalt in silent glee as he savored the feeling that getting a rise out of her brought him. But now, she was in complete control and no matter what kind of threat he threw at her, she just took it in stride and went forward with her own agenda. He didn't think she had it in her. Deep down, he had to admit, he secretly liked her this way...all brass and business. He thought that perhaps this was the way he had always envisioned their final 'battle' - if you will. He had finally pushed her over the edge and the results were wonderfully erotic. His mind flashed on the past six and a half years: threats, taunting, disagreements, fights...slaps. This was what he always wanted from her. Her eyes didn't leave his. Slowly she bent and knelt in front of him. 'If he's going to make me pay, I might as well go out in a blaze of glory,' she thought. He looked down at her. 'Surely she wasn't going to...' Hermione pulled down his boxers. His manhood involuntarily jumped in front of her, having been freed from its confines. His body was reacting to her in ways he never would have imagined. It was clear Malfoy wanted her....and very badly. '...She was, Oh God.' He stood there, at attention, in every sense of the word. He was fantastically hard and begging for release. She looked up at him and gently took him in her hands. He sucked in a breath. Keeping her eyes on him, Hermione asked simply, "Do you really want me to stop?" "Devil woman!" he snarled. "You are so dead!" She ignored his rage. "It's a simple question, Malfoy requiring a simple yes or no answer. Playing with you is one thing, but I won't go any further without your consent...I'm not a villain you know." She leaned in and licked him from base to tip. He audibly groaned. "You are such a bitch." She took him in her mouth as far as she could and then released him slowly. "Holy shit, Granger!" Hermione put her hands on his hips and looked at him. "I'm still waiting for an answer. Stop?" The tone of her voice demanded an answer. Her fingers were digging into his sides. Malfoy growled in frustration, his pureblood mind conflicting with his aroused body. "No. Don't stop." She instantly released his hips and took him in both hands pumping him and taking him back in her mouth. He closed his eyes and threw his head back. 'Merlin, her mouth is on fire. She's bloody fantastic at this. No wonder Potter and Weasley are always with her.' He was gone. He hadn't even realized he'd started thrusting into her mouth until he moved his hand to cup the back of her head. The spell was almost spent. True to Hermione's nature, she was doing her job well. Totally engrossed in the task at hand, she didn't even notice his movements and that the spell's effects were wearing off. He was close, she had worked him into a frenzy and he wasn't going to last much longer. Malfoy's eyes were shut so tight sparks of light shone behind his lids. She now had one hand on his bum and the other was gently massaging him. He could feel his insides start to shudder and clench way down. Before he could stop himself he gasped, "Oh Lord, Granger, yeah....oh.....Granger." At the sound of her name being uttered from his lips, he lost it. He gave her everything he had and then some. She took it all without any complaint. He was so caught off guard that she didn't pull away when he came that he was silently impressed. Most girls would have pulled away and let him finish with spurts hitting the floor. His orgasm was so mind-blowing, his legs buckled and he fell to the floor panting for air. Malfoy collapsing on the floor caused Hermione to lose her balance and pitch forward. Now she was on her hands and knees hovering above him, panting for air herself. She was elated. That was the hottest thing she had ever done. Sure, she'd done that type of thing before, in fact, she had done many things before, but for some sick reason, doing it to Malfoy was fucking hot. In the back of her mind, Hermione was vaguely aware of her panties being wet. He had given in to her. He had wanted it...wanted her...and very badly. So there they were. Malfoy, lost in incoherent ecstasy. Hermione, lost in complete bliss at her victory. Before she could fully compose herself, strong hands painfully grabbed her by both arms and flipped her onto her back. Shocked and wide-eyed, she looked up into Malfoy's smirking face. He was lying fully on top of her as he held her down. "Prepare to be ruined, Granger."