His Only Love: Her Only Hate

Disclaimer: Jo invented Delectable Draco, not me. Oh well, a girl can but dream!

Avari20: Wow, thanks for that. I can always use advice! I re read it after you're review and had to agree with you, but this wasn't meant to be a long story. I've got so many on the go right now, but I think you're right, this one HAS to be explored.

Avannell: Yep, I am not good at the one-shot thing, I try but people keep asking for more, so there's no point in me writing them. Glad you like it.

Dee Dee: Nope, you don't. Don't worry this will be a story. It's just that I don't know HOW long. But I hope you like the lemons.

Jupiter: You will see this story develop. Avari's review made me realise that I can't make this PWP... never mind.

The Lioness Bites: The Serpent Slithers

Draco leant back in the bath. Despite what had happened to him he still retained that proud smirk. He even raised a hand to his hair and brushed his fingers through its long, silken locks causing Hermione to widen her eyes with horror at what he was doing.

She was grateful indeed that he was blind. If he wasn’t then he would see what a mistake lusting after her had been. She was still trying to comprehend her feelings for Ron. The realisation that she never loved him was quite a shock; she had fancied him for so long. Now she realises she doesn’t love him! And all because of Malfoy, smug, immature Malfoy!

She glanced down on her arm and saw HIS mark on her skin. It stood out stark and black against her olive skin. She shuddered as she looked at it. She leant back and closed her eyes. She tried to forget where she was and whom she was with. She tried to forget all what had happened to her the previous two days. She shook her head and imagined the day she received the letter.

Something bought her out of her daydream, a nudging something. She fluttered her eyelids open only to see silvery grey eyes sparkling mischievously at her. He might be blinded but he still retained his eye colour. He grinned.

“Like the thought of me on top of you, Hermione?” he asked her in that arrogant drawl she grew to hate over her years at Hogwarts. “I stroked your lips and found they were curved in a smile.”

Hermione shoved him off causing the water to wave and splash over the side of the bath. She decided she had to get out of the bath. She didn’t want to be here a moment longer.

“Find someone else to do your bidding, Malfoy, I’m going home!”

“Ha! Potty and Weaslebee would soon disown you as soon as they find this out,” Draco sneered. “You know that as well as I do.”

“They have stuck with me before, and they will do so again.”

Draco snorted. He turned his head, and then he placed a hand on her leg. He picked it up and rubbed and stroked her shin.

“Does Weaslebee know that you don’t love him?” Malfoy asked. “Does he know that you’re only marrying him out of a sense of duty? Does he know that his favourite girl doesn’t think of him as anymore than a friend?”

“Shut up!” Hermione exclaimed clamping her hands around her ears.

“You’re not denying it, Hermione.”

Hermione wished the Dark Lord had made her deaf instead of a Death Eater, as she still heard Malfoy over her covered up ears.

“ALL RIGHT!” she yelled. “But at least I would be happy with him, at least we would have friendship.”

Draco scoffed. “I heard that marriage has to have a stronger basis than friendship. I heard that it has to have love. Not just the basic boy meets girl love either. A much more mature approach to love. A love so unshakeable that not even an earthquake could conquer it. A love so hot that not even the most powerful volcano could match it in its intensity of heat. A love that cannot touch the brightness of the sun, a love that…!”

“All right, shut up!” Hermione exclaimed. “What do you know about this?”

“My parents are the perfect example of what happens twenty years after marrying a friend,” Draco sighed. “Their marriage bed is a cold as the North Pole now. Their passion is spent.”

Hermione gulped. If Draco had witnessed his parent’s downfall of feelings she truly felt sorry for him.

“Mine are a bit like that,” Hermione admitted. “My mother married my father because all her friends told her she should. They’re still friends but I think that’s it as far as romance is concerned.”

Draco heard the sadness in his companions voice, he could imagine her honey coloured eyes brimming with tears.

“If you’ve seen it then why are you going to subject yourself to it?” Draco asked. “I want to be soaped now, Hermione.”

Hermione sighed. She reached for the loofah and soap. She rubbed a plentiful amount of soap into the loofah and leant forward. She wrapped her arms around his neck so that she could soap his back. The contact of her breasts against his bare chest made her body shiver.

She rubbed his back gently. Draco leant his face into her neck and breathed in her light, lemony scent. He sniffed it in and then lightly flicked his tongue onto her skin. Hermione closed her eyes. Merlin, HELP! When she had finished with his back she slowly leant back and started scrubbing his finely muscled chest. She noted with a small hint of pleasure that there was a light dusting of silvery blonde hairs covering his chest. It was soft and feathery.

“You haven’t answered my question,” Draco murmured in her ear.

Hermione almost dropped the loofah in the bath, and caught it just before it landed on his – member. Hermione didn’t want to think of it in its technical term yet.

“I thought that I did love Ron. I’ve fancied him for ages.”

Draco chewed his cheek. “Really? Then why date Krum? By the way, good choice, I thought that you had taste that night.”

Hermione flushed indignantly. She didn’t want her choice of men to be scrutinized and analysed by this jerk.

“Krum was the only man that asked me to the ball,” Hermione said, “that’s why I went.”

“He wasn’t though was he?” Draco asked. “He was ONE of the first. I believe that Longbottom asked you out, too.”

“Yes, and if Viktor hadn’t asked me out first, then I would have gone with him.”

“And come out with sore feet,” Draco snorted. Hermione decided to pinch his thigh hard for that comment. She let her nails dig into his flesh, and she twisted it around.

“Ouch! It’s the truth, though. Isn’t it?” he asked.

“Yes,” Hermione sighed. “But that was still uncalled for. I mean WHY do you hate Neville so much?”

“Why?” Draco asked. “Because he managed to get you to whisper things in his ear all the time. I wanted that you know. I actually BEGGED Snape to partner me with you, but he never did.”

“I was whispering potions ingredients; not sweet nothings, Malfoy.”

“Still, I wouldn’t have minded you whispering in my ear once in a while.” Hermione blinked as she let her grip on the loofah loosen again at this admission. “Of course there was another that asked you out, wasn’t there?”

Hermione did drop the loofah this time. “What?”

“Dearest Hermione.

For a while I have been watching you from afar. I have seen the way the sun glistens on your luxurious hair, haloing you in its golden luminescence. I have longed to touch your bare arm. Longed to feel the touch of your small but warm hands.

I want this opportunity filled at the Yule Ball when everyone can see what it is I truly feel about you.

Please leave your reply on your Potions desk, and I will collect it.

S A.”

Hermione stared at Draco her mouth wide open. She couldn’t believe her ears. The way that he quoted that letter, the letter that only she knew she received made her unsure of what to say next.

“Your reply was quite hurtful I must admit,” Draco said. His mouth twisted into a self-mocking smile. “I couldn’t believe what I was reading.

Dear S A

I cannot go to the Yule Ball with a prat that won’t even own up and use his own name.

Besides someone else has already asked me, and I won’t call it off for a nameless person.

Hermione

That cut me. I was even more determined to get my own back after that.”

“Well,” Hermione faltered, “if you had been honest…”

“You wouldn’t have gone out with me,” Draco said. “You’d have said no if I did ask you out in front of your face. I know this because of the way you’re acting now. You can’t bear to be near me because of the Potter Prat and Weakling Weasel.”

Hermione didn’t realise how hard her words were until they were repeated back to her. She didn’t know whom it was she was hurting. She regretted that instantly.

“I’m sorry,” Hermione whispered. “But this is wrong, I can’t care for you. I certainly shouldn’t fall in love with you, or even be your friend.”

“Hermione,” Draco said fumbling about in the water for her hand. Hermione knew what he wanted to do. She sighed, and placed her hand in his. “Think about what I have to lose. I stand to lose everything if I love you like I think I do. Can you imagine my father truly accepting you even if we were to stay just friends? Can you imagine my mother treating you like her dream daughter? What about my money, my mansion, everything I have ever known and been raised up with. I could lose all that, but I’m prepared to lose it – because with you I gain so much more.”

Hermione had a lump in her throat. She could tell he thought this through properly; this wasn’t the speech of a silvery-tongued lover, but the speech of a passionate young man who clearly knew what he wanted from life.

“Draco,” Hermione said. “You don’t know what you’re saying…!”

“I know you deserve so much more than Weasley,” Draco said.

Hermione tried to get rid of the lump in her throat by gulping down some saliva. It didn’t disappear.

“But – what if – you know nothing of what its like to live like a muggle. You know nothing of hard work.”

“Hermione, I suggested to Snape that you should be made a Death Eater. I wasn’t stupid enough to think that you’d betray Potty and Weaslebee. But, I don’t want you to. I want help.”

“You need help,” Hermione said. “Tell me what it is you want?”

“I want to make love to you tonight,” Draco said. “We’ll work from there.”

Hermione felt shy all of a sudden. No matter what she said now it would matter for nothing. She wanted to make love to him to. She felt that she should after the way she had hurt him over the years. Okay, so he wasn’t publicly nice to her, but he was hurting inside… deeply.

“All right,” Hermione sighed. She leant over and stroked his face; she placed her lips on his and kissed him lightly. She gently pinched his lower lip with her teeth to allow for access. He opened his mouth and she slipped her tongue inside his mouth.

Draco drowned in her mouth. Her sweet tongue caressed his with gentleness and subtlety. She was beautiful! Draco fumbled his arm around her neck and began stroking her slightly damp hair.

“Draco,” she whimpered inside his mouth. She broke the kiss. “I have to clean my body, and then we’ll go into the bedroom.”

“Don’t be too long,” Draco said.

Hermione rubbed the soap onto a different loofah and cleaned her body vigorously. She then stepped out of the bath and helped Draco out of the bath. They both stood on the mat; dripping wet.

Hermione grabbed two towels from the rail and she wrapped one around Draco, and wrapped one around herself. She took Draco’s hand and led him to the bedroom. Once inside the bedroom, she let the towel drop, and she slid his towel off his body.

Hermione looked at Draco, assessing his body inch by inch, and liking what she saw. One of the reasons why she hadn’t done it with Ron was because she laughed when she saw his erection, she hadn’t meant to, but it didn’t do much for Ron’s confidence, and he picked up his clothes and stormed angrily from the room.

There was nothing laughable about Draco’s naked body. Nothing to jest about the way he stood. He was tall, proud, erect, (in every sense of the word), and he was sexy. Hermione took hold of his hand and led him towards his bed. The life-size picture of her was blushing and turning her face away.

Hermione gently laid him down on the bed and then she laid down beside him. She smiled, as she contemplated her next move. She rolled on top of him and began kissing his neck. She licked, sucked and nipped gently onto his soft pale flesh.

“Wow,” Draco breathed into her ear. “The lioness is awake.”

“Let the serpent slither,” Hermione growled in reply.

“Really?” Draco asked. He clamped his legs around her waist and rolled her over on her back. “The serpent shall slither!”

He wished that he could see her, but he would just have to settle for the other senses. He particularly liked touch at the moment. He stroked her sides gently, feeling her quiver under his hands. One of his fingers brushed lightly against the rounded curve of her breast causing her to hiss.

Draco stroked the curve more. He crept his hand slowly along until eventually he had his hand spread across her left breast. Hermione arched into his touch.

“Please, Draco, please I want more,” she murmured. Draco lowered his head. He brushed his mouth on her nipple. He opened it and took her nipple inbetween his teeth and pinched it, causing her to raise her hips against his. She felt the tip of his manhood against her vagina and moaned, as she threw her head back.

Draco licked her nipple and then he swapped breasts and sucked and kissed the right one as sweetly and as tenderly. Hermione felt her eyes flutter. She scrunched his lovely blonde hair in her hands as his slippery expert tongue caused her to transcend some different dimension of pleasure that she felt would never be her landing; let alone living place. She felt so comfortable with Draco kissing her and nipping various points of her flesh as he crawled down her body.

“Oh, Hermione, I can smell you. Taste you. Hear you so much better,” he murmured against her flesh. Goosebumps began forming on her arms, and she sighed. She was breathless from mere foreplay. What would Draco really do to her body was anyone’s guess.

He crawled further up her body with Hermione’s help.

“What do you want me to do now, Draco?” Hermione asked breathlessly.

“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart, and let me take what is rightfully mine.”

Hermione wanted to cringe at that possessive tone his voice held when he said that. She slowly spread her legs further apart.

“Now what?” Hermione asked.

“Now we let instinct take over,” Draco whispered against her neck as he nipped it again.

He thrust his penis in gently, and slowly. She moaned with pleasure. Draco smiled. Oh, she felt so warm inside. He was sure this was going to be much more pleasant than his first and only conquest. Chang! He snorted. That cow would spread her legs for anyone with a pair of trousers – and he meant anyone! He only obliged her because Snape refused. Cedric Diggory had a lucky escape. Death was kinder to him than what his life might have been.

He shook his head wondering why he was thinking of that bitch when he had the girl of his dreams under him. He felt her body twisting and writhing underneath him. He stroked her neck and breasts once more. She grabbed his hands and began sucking his fingers. Oh he loved that. He imagined her pushing his middle finger in and out of her mouth. He groaned as he pushed his manhood in further.

She screamed in pain! He must have taken her virginity with that one stroke. He gently eased out of her to give her time to get used to the sensation. She dug her nails into his back and scratched him. He screamed to. Hermione knew there’d be his blood in her fingernails from that. But it was the only way she could fight back.

“Sorry, Hermione, I didn’t want to hurt you,” Draco murmured. “I was just happy that I had you at last.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Hermione sniffed. “I can take it.”

Draco then pushed his penis inside her vagina again. She moaned as he stroked inside her with more ease than before. She felt her legs shuddering and collapsing with what he was doing to her. He thrust in deeper and harder, and Hermione was beginning to see stars.

“DRACO!” she yelled.

He grunted out her name before collapsing on top of her. Letting their sweat and blood mingle together.

“You truly are mine, now.” Draco panted.

He rolled off her and Hermione leant over to grab the sheets and placed them over them; she also grabbed a couple of pillows and placed one under each head. She wrapped her arms around his waist.

“And you’re mine, to.”

Draco slept content and happy for the first time in his entire life. He had what he truly wanted. Hermione Granger had just declared that he was hers, AND he wouldn’t let her forget that fact.


A/N That was my first lemony scene with Draco and Hermione. Hoped you liked it.