Restless

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“Oh. My. Gods.”


Hermione sat on her bed staring at her door, still holding her ear, “ohmygods, ohmygods, ohmygods”. Her body trembled violently, she closed her eyes reliving his smell, his lips and breath against her ear, his body grinding into hers and especially, his arousal so long, thick and hard and pressed tightly against her. She felt as if her body were on fire igniting an ache so intense she thought she might surely be consumed by the flames of desire that coursed through her body.


She leaned back against her pillows, slowly pulled up her skirt then ran her hand under the waistband of her knickers. Gods, she was so wet. She circled that slick, tender, little nubbin, her hips arched up, her quim clenched tightly. She rubbed and thrust her fingers into her aching core desperate for release. She thought of his hands on her, his mouth on her then she groaned softly, grit her teeth until she found purchase to her climax... Oh, she was so close now, she thought of his mouth biting her most tender flesh and she exploded into sweet relief...


She slowly opened her eyes and pulled her hand out of her knickers. Goddess the tension he alone seemed capable of stirring within her was mind numbing. She replayed what had happened in the HCR – how could she not? He had aroused her to monumental proportions; he’d also done a pretty good job of scaring the Hell out of her.


Consequences? What exactly did he mean by that? How badly did she want to test him? Squeezing her pillow against her face, heat suffused her body again. He had bitten her, his mouth had been on her ear . . . she could still hear his hot, seductive words.


Normally, she’d have no qualms taking over the shared Heads bathroom, tonight, however, she was reluctant to run the risk of running into him again, particularly in her current state of mind. She toed her shoes off, wrapped herself snugly into her comforter and stared at the ceiling, not falling asleep for a very, very long time.


Draco leaned his forehead against his door. Gods, he was so hot, so hard for her. That fucking, sassy, little of mouth of hers. He turned and made his way towards his bed and sat down. She’d come back seventh year having blossomed over the summer. She had a sexy, curvy little body her robes couldn’t completely hide, wild curls that looked as if she had been shagged senseless no matter how much she tried to subdue them. Big dark chocolate brown eyes that showed every emotion and such plump red lips just begging to be sucked slowly like a succulent piece of candy that should be savoured. She was lovely, very lovely.


But lovely or not, she was also his political opposite in most everything he’d at one time believed in. She would have made an exceptional pureblood but surprise, surprise she was muggleborn, inferior to him or so he had been told while growing up. Yet, she was the most powerful and intelligent witch he’d ever met. As he had grown older, it became apparent that there was no difference between pure bloods, half bloods, or muggleborns. That was just a lot of nonsense that demented half blooded megalomaniac had propagated before Potter had defeated him.


He closed his eyes and let his thoughts drift, replaying the scene in the HCR again in his head. From what he could feel when she had been pressed tightly against his chest, her breasts were full and firm, the rest of her was soft. So very, very soft. Regardless of the sweet little package she was, he knew his tolerance would only last so long if she kept on haranguing him. He was going to have to show the sexy little Gryffindor exactly who Draco Malfoy was and why he was a force to be reckoned with. Merlin, he could hardly wait.


He heard her school bag bang against the rail as she raced up the stairs and her door slam shut. He heard the lock turn and her voice low and trembling as she enabled her wards. Good she was off-balance. Yes, that was very good. He intended to keep her that way. Draco grinned and went about his evening routine thinking of ways of how to bring his Princess to her knees.


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Hermione woke up slowly the next morning feeling stiff and not at all rested. She grimaced as she realized she’d fallen asleep in her uniform. Events of the previous evening played through her mind. She groaned and closed her eyes not wanting to leave the warmth and security of her bed. She didn’t want to face him just yet.


She lay very still listening for noises across the hall indicating that he was up and about. She slowly moved to her door and pressed her ear to the wood. Damn, she could hear him in the bathroom. Grabbing her wand, she hurriedly opened her door and set a spell in place to alert her when he left the Heads Common Room. She quickly closed the door and waited.


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Damn him. Hermione hated being late and the pain in the arse had taken his sweet time in the bathroom. Undoubtedly on purpose! She walked into the Great Hall for breakfast; she sat down in her usual spot between Harry and Ron. Pretending to listen to their banter, she surreptitiously peeked through her curtain of hair to see what “He” was doing.


Ughhh, pug-faced Pansy was draped all over him. It was disgusting. How could he stand her? She wanted to break every bone in Pansy’s fingers that touched him.


His head turned in her direction and she quickly immersed herself into Ron and Harry’s conversation, which was Quidditch, what else was new. They always talked about Quidditch. She daintily began to fill her plate then set about arranging it artfully on her plate.


He knew she was watching him, he could feel it. He noticed her more intent on arranging her food rather than eating it. Draco smiled inwardly. Well, well, well – that is interesting. She was still shaken up and very aware of him. Perhaps she wasn’t as cool and distant as she made herself out to be. Something for him to test further. He pushed Pansy off him, sneering at her as he stood up. Time for class.


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Over the next week, Hermione was very careful around Malfoy. In fact, she did her very best to avoid him whenever possible. She asked for feedback on prefect plans and waited to hear back from him before distributing the incorporated input from both she and Malfoy to the prefects. She even sat back and let Malfoy run the prefect meeting Thursday evening. This was the first time she had been so close to him since their “incident” in the HCR.


Oh Merlin, she’d forgotten how good he smelled.


The meeting wrapped leaving just the two of them alone in the Heads Common Room. Draco stared at her. She had been a good girl, so far, and he was surprised to say the least. She had attempted no go-arounds with him and hadn’t nagged him once about what he was deliberately leaving around the HCR. He supposed he could reward this good behavior to a point, though; he did like her fired up. Yes, he definitely liked her fired up and wanted to see how far he could push her past her limit. If she even had a limit.


She was seated in a chair with armrests; gathering up the parchments, she’d written the meeting minutes on. He leaned down placing his arms on top of the armrests, effectively trapping her and at his mercy. In a low, dark tone he said, “Granger, I’m surprised and pleased you took our little conversation to heart.”


Lifting her head, her eyes looked directly at his lips, “I think you may need a reward.”


“Huh?” was all she could say before he closed the gap between them and sucked on her earlobe.


Draco Malfoy was sucking on her earlobe. Lightening careened through her body; she could feel her sex begin to pulse. Did the man have a thing for ears? Oh Goddess, who cared if he had an ear fetish, he could suck her ear all day long if it felt like this. He ran his tongue slowly down her neck and bit gently into the curve by of her shoulder.


Hermione was glued to her chair. Her mouth had gone dry and she almost forgot how to breathe. Oh, it felt amazing. Where would he put his tongue that mouth next? She couldn’t, didn’t dare, move.


Draco walked around her chair and leaned down from behind her lifting her hair off her shoulders. She could feel his breath as he began to suck on her other earlobe. He slowly licked down her neck until his mouth settled between her neck and shoulder.


She never even felt or saw his hands move to the front of her body until she felt him unbutton her robes and peel them back away from her body. She sucked in her breath and held it as she watched his hands tuck her robes by her sides. Her chest was rising and falling quickly. What was he doing? He ran his fingers down the length of her tie, loosening it away from her neck until it fell to either side of her. Those strong fingers then undid the first button of her blouse then the second, finally the third. He eased his hand down between the soft valley of her breasts.


She should stop him, she really should but she was frozen to the chair, and oh, did she want those hands on her so very badly.


“Ehhmmm, Malfoy?” she asked her voice low and raspy. She blinked as if trying to clear her head.


“Shhhhh, Granger, I’m rewarding you.” He slowly circled his hands under her breasts then ran his thumbs across her nipples causing them to harden and peak through her white bra. Hermione moaned softly.


“You are rewarding me? What are you rewarding me for exactly?” she asked, desperately looking for a way to save herself from drowning further into these incredible sensations. No one had ever touched her like this.


“Good behavior, of course.” He squeezed her breasts together, all the while licking and sucking up and down her neck.


Shaking her head, his words settled in her brain . . . wait . . . what the Hell had he just said? Her brain fog lifted as anger surged through her.


Hermione jumped up from the chair, yanking her robes closed, “You are rewarding me for good behavior? What am I? Your pet? How dare you!” She brought her hand up and slapped him hard across his face.


All the air seemed to have suddenly left the room. Stillness prevailed.


Draco slowly stood up, hiding his very hard, throbbing erection behind the chair. There she was, the little hellcat was back. He had rather missed little Miss High and Mighty.


“What did I specifically tell you Princess?” he asked in a deadly, calm voice, “You won’t like the consequences.”


Hermione’s eyes widened. She let out a tiny squeak spun around and ran behind the couch.


Okay, the slap may have been a little further than she had intended to go but he drove her crazy, he made her lose all sense of control. Merlin he couldn’t be that angry could he? Oh yes he could, in fact he was angry, very angry.


The outline of a handprint tinting red stood out on his cheek. She had wanted to test him but wasn’t sure if now was the right time. Kind of too late to take it back and wouldn't you know it, once again, she had left her wand by her school bag next to the chair she had been sitting in. For Gaia’s sake was she or wasn’t she the brightest witch of her age?


Her eyes darted about the room but never fully left him. How could she get up the stairs to her room?


He circled around the chair, moving towards the couch. “I’d stay right where you are, if I were you.”


Hermione swallowed the lump of fear forming in her throat. She was not going to wait around to see what he intended to do to her. She was frightened yet horribly aroused at the same time. What would he do once he caught her? Indecision was written all over her face, but she then dashed behind the other couch, which was closer to the stairs.


“Granger, I’m warning you,” he growled at her and moved much faster than she anticipated towards her, stepping onto the couch to reach her.


Jumping back, she made a move to get up the stairs, almost reaching the first step when the back of her robe was jerked hard, throwing her off balance. She felt herself falling back into his hard body. He grabbed her around her waist and lifted her over his leg after he placed his foot on the stair step. She dangled over his knee with nothing to hold onto except the leg that supported her. She felt her robe thrown over her head and her skirt flipped up, cool air fanned across her bottom.


He admired her round little bottom, and smirked at the white cotton knickers she wore. “I’m going to teach you a lesson about consequences Princess.”


He brought his hand down hard on that plump little bottom and watched it jiggle. Hermione squealed and doubled her efforts to squirm away. That hurt! He slapped again in rapid succession turning around so he could sit on the stair steps. He pulled her firmly over his leg and trapped her lower body under his other leg. Her bottom pointed up as a perfect target.


She reached around with her right arm trying to cover her smarting backside with her hand. He grabbed her wrist and firmly held it to the small of her back; he then quickly whipped her knickers down to her knees leaving her creamy, white bottom exposed.


Hermione, cried out in both pain and embarrassment. She howled out a very loud, “NO!” He “Tsk, tsk’d ” her then proceeded to turn her bottom very red while Hermione lay limply across his knee, sobbing in pain.


When his hand began to smart, he rested it against her very swollen, red globes, feeling the heat rise up into his hand. What a lovely plump little bottom she had. He smiled and gently rubbed it, sliding his hand across both cheeks. He then trailed his finger in between her legs to her very wet, hot, drenched sex. So his little kitten enjoyed that did she? He pushed his fingers slowly into her until he reached a barrier. Moving his fingers in and out of her, he circled his thumb over her tender little button.


Still sobbing, Hermione groaned and pushed her hips into his hand. “That’s it, come for me Princess.” He whispered to her. She gasped as her body tightened then jumped over the cliff into sweet release.


Still sniffling from both her spanking and her incredible orgasm, he turned her over so that she was cradled against him; her head nestled under his chin. He rocked and rubbed her back in slow circles soothing her until her breathing evened out. Lifting her chin with his finger he laughed softly, his little kitten had fallen asleep.


He scooped her up, walked up the stairs into her room and laid her gently onto her bed. He stared at those prim little white knickers dangling off one dainty, little ankle. He pulled them off her, pocketing them then walked out of her room shutting the door behind him.


Tomorrow would be a very interesting day.


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A/N: Thanks for reading and reviewing!

This is not a one shot, I’d posted it in July of last year but took it down recently to have it beta’d and rewrite some areas. There are eleven chapters.
Thank you again to margaritama she rocks!