Closer

Title: Closer
Rating: NC-17
Shout Outs!: I’d like to thank everyone again who reviewed for me! I’ve been busy registering for University for the last little while, and it’s hard finding time to work on this. But as long as I get at least one nice review I will continue to write this :D
Musical Inspiration: Time of the Season- the Zombies (that is such a good smut song ^_^)
Note: I’m not sure if I spelled Weaslby right… if anyone knows the correct spelling it would be helpful! I loves you all!

Chapter 3
Lust


Draco stirred his potion absent-mindedly during professor Snape’s lecture. His mind reeled and he was far too preoccupied to pay attention to Snape today, even if he was Snape’s favorite student. His eyes seemed to wander over to a particular redhead every so often. Draco sneered and wondered how she would hang out with Weaslby and Potter so regularly. Even the very mention of Potter’s name sent shivers down Draco’s spine.

“Mr. Malfoy” a cool voice said, interrupting his thought process. Draco shook his head slightly to see Snape looming over him like a dark cloud. He sank beside Draco until he was ear level with him.

“Let’s not forgot our arrangement Draco” Snape whispered into Draco’s ear. Draco’s already growing sexual drive from watching Hermione shake up her test tube was now nearing the bursting point as Snape cooed almost seductively into his ear. Snape peered into Draco’s cauldron and eyed him suspiciously.

“Looks like you’re going to have to be serving detention with me tonight Draco” Snape said delicately as he noticed Draco’s potion had gone a shade of magenta from over stirring.

Draco smirked back at Snape as if there was nothing more amusing in the world then Snape sentencing him to detention.

“8 o’clock, wait in front of the Great Hall” Snape finished as he turned, his cloak billowing around him. Draco stared at Hermione for a few stolen moments before shaking his head and sniggering to himself.

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Later that evening Draco found himself wandering the halls. It was just a little after 7 o’clock and he was killing time until his detention. He wandered aimlessly about the castle, no particular direction in mind. His hands stuffed deep in his pockets as his mind strayed off.

His thoughts turned to the TriWizard Tournament. He remembered when Hermione was pulled from the water, shaking out the cold. Her usually curly hair was straight and lay long down her back. A grin came to Draco’s face as he decided how to kill some time. He changed directions and began heading for the boy lavatory. His steps fast and his stride long, he closed his eyes for a few seconds in attempt to keep the picture of a wet Hermione fresh in his mind. But as he closed his eyes he stumbled into something or someone and fell to the ground. His stomach ached as whatever he hit had dug into his gut. He winced his eyes and shook his head. With anger flaring in his eyes he looked up to see what he stumbled over. To his shock and surprise a figure bent over with her rear end pointing in Draco’s direction was what he saw. The girl scrambled to pick up the books and papers she had dropped. The finely shaped rear end finally turned around and the girl stood up to full height. Her red-brown curls looked tousled and a blank expression swept across her face as she too saw whom she had walked into.

“Look Malfoy” Hermione spat out, “Save yourself the time of thinking of some witty retort, I’m sure I’m hurt far worse then you are, so just leave it!” Hermione’s eyes were tear stained and a large rip in her pants showcased a large wound that was bleeding freely.

“Granger…” Draco started, but wasn’t sure how to reply. Hermione had crouched down and attempted to stack the books and papers she was carrying so they would be easier to carry.

“Let me help you with those…” Draco said and suddenly remembered he was supposed to hate her. He wasn’t supposed to show kindness to her, kindness was a weakness. He looked away from her suddenly. Hermione let out a harsh and short laugh and straightened herself once more. She looked at Draco once more, who was still on the ground and started off down the hall. She was limping on her injured leg and her pace was greatly slowed.

“Wait!” Draco said as he lifted himself off the floor. But Hermione didn’t stop, nor did she acknowledge the fact that Draco had spoken to her.

Draco trotted after her and grabbed her arm. Hermione spun around briskly, dropping her books again. She stared at him for a brief moment before raising a finger quickly and pointed it at his chest. Draco flinched for a moment as she thought it was her wand she had pointed at him.

“I don’t need you insulting or badgering me right now, alright! Just leave me alone!” She pointed at him aggressively but made no sign she was going to harm him.

Draco felt a sudden stirring in his loins, as Hermione’s anger was a strong turn on for him. Her eyes narrowed at him in fury. Draco looked her in the eyes for a moment, she saw his natural smugness in his eyes but there was something behind that too. He slowly moved lower to the ground in front of Hermione, she shifted back slightly, awaiting his next move. But to her surprise, his gaze left hers and turned to the ground. He picked up a few of Hermione’s things and began stacking them back up. Hermione furrowed her brows and crouched in front of him.

“I don’t know what you are playing at” she began, her voice sounded as if something had erupted inside of her, “But I don’t certainly do not need your help! Nor do I want it!” She snatched the stack of papers and books from Draco and stared him in the eyes once more. This time she was certain she saw something else in his eyes… something she had never seen before, or just failed to notice.

Draco’s head hung slightly and he realized he was standing on a piece of paper. He moved his foot and saw Fred’s name, the page was enchanted and heart with wings fluttered around his name. Hermione stared at him for a single mortified moment. Her eyes glazed over once more and she hung her head so her hair fell in front of her face.

Draco had over heard some of the Gryffindor girls chatting avidly about Lavender Brown and Fred Weasley dating. It was then he knew why she had looked so upset. Without thinking. He slipped a hand through Hermione’s hair. He cupped her chin and lifted her head up slowly. Tears stripped down her face and in a move Draco never imagined himself doing, he leaned forward and kissed her. He stood up and looked down at her, still huddled on the floor.

“You’ve bewitched me Granger… you’ll soon see you want me the same way I want you…” and with that, Draco strode off down the hallway towards his detention, leaving an upset and confused Hermione sitting on the floor alone.

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Draco leaned against a wall in front of the Great Hall. It was still slightly before 8 o’clock, but he had hoped if he could start his detention early, they might be finished a bit early as well. His mind was buzzing about what happened between him and Hermione. His ego and his pride both felt as if they’d been sliced. What if she rejected him? He left her with so much opportunity to deny and expose his feelings to everyone. He would be ruined if word got out…

“Mr. Malfoy” said a voice from down the hall. Draco turned his head to see Snape striding towards him. An unusual grin on his face. “I expected more from you today in Potions class” Snape commented as he ushered Draco towards the doors to go outside. Draco could merely shrug at the comment, and that only seemed to anger Snape.

“But now, you see, I am left to wonder…” the grin fading from Severus’s face and a look of accusation replaced it, “Why you were so far gone into dream world, that you were not able to follow the simple task I put you and the rest of the class on?”

Draco pursed his lips and with a sly smile and shrugged once more. As much as he loved being favored by Snape, he loved to get him angry and worked up… especially before detention.

Snape scowled at him and flung the school doors open in front of him. He ushered Draco out first in front of him. Draco knew where they were headed and decided he would lead the way. He was almost looking forward to his punishment. A growing ache in his loins was screaming at him, demanding for some sort of release. Draco turned around and began to walk backwards. He watched Snape with a grin on his face as he slid a hand into his pants. Snape’s eyes consumed Draco’s body starting with his face and moving down to where Draco was now caressing an impressive erection. Snape’s grin returned to his face as he stared at Draco’s mischievous smile. Draco wandered backwards into the Forbidden Forest, leading Snape forward. He could see that Snape was getting turned on by Draco’s actions and Draco wanted to see just how turned on he could make his Potions professor.

Draco moaned slightly as he dropped to the ground a little ways into the forest. His one hand still stroking himself while the other removed his prison-like pants. He moaned again and looked at Snape with lust filled eyes. He was not wasting anytime. Draco closed his eyes and stroked himself a little faster. Snape undid his own leggings and let them fall to the ground in a pool at his feet. Draco slide himself onto his knees and crawled over to where Snape stood. Snape’s cock was now also amazingly hard and the sight of Draco crawling towards him teasingly made his knees weak. Draco looked up at Snape like a puppy looking for attention. He bit his lip as he trailed his hands up Snape’s thighs, he slipped one hand underneath Severus’s balls and his other hand grasped his shaft. The sudden touch sent shivers down Snape’s spine and caused him breath in sharply.

“Tell me you want me to, tell me how much you want to do it” Snape sighed out. His eyes closed and his hand rested against a tree for support. Draco’s hands now worked both his balls and his shaft, creating some sort of rhythm between the two.

“Please sir, let me…. Let me touch it for you… let me taste you… I want to do this for you…” Draco purred as his tongue grazed the tip of Snape’s penis. Snape lurched forward slightly but straightened quickly. He placed a firm hand on the back of Draco’s head and urged it forward. But Draco insisted on teasing until he could take it no more. He rolled his tongue over the tip once more and placed suckling kisses up and down it. Snape was now groaning and thrusting his hips forward slightly. Draco took the tip into his mouth and massaged it with his tongue. He resumed the steady pace with his hands both on his ball and the base of his shaft. He bobbed his head along with the rhythm he created. Draco moaned as he removed his hand from Snape’s baggage and found his own erection. Snape’s moans and pants were only turning Draco on more and he felt as if he didn’t have some release soon he would die.

With a sudden movement Draco forced Snape onto his own knees on the ground. Draco slithered in front of him and turned his body around. Snape ran his hands up and down Draco’s back as the young boy’s pallid rear was now facing him. Snape was not willing to waste time either and immediately positioned himself behind Draco. Draco rested his forearms on the ground and awaited Snape’s next move. Snape was panting with desire as he slowly inserted himself into the tight opening. Draco made a tiny noise of discomfort that didn’t seem to satisfy Snape. Severus thrust himself forward roughly and deeply into Draco. Draco cried out loudly and Severus let out his own cry. Draco whimpered and moaned as Snape found himself a steady comfortable pace. He leaned over Draco’s body, half resting himself on the boy’s back. His one hand moved from Draco’s hip and slid underneath his waist to grasp his length. Draco gasped loudly as Snape’s firm hand was giving him the pleasure that he so desired. He pictured Hermione’s strong hands grasping him, shaking him the way she shook her Potions test tube. But Snape’s loud groans snapped him back into reality. Snape’s hand was so expertly working Draco’s shaft he found himself already nearing orgasm. Snape’s desperate groans suggested that he too was working towards his release. Draco cried out a few times and Snape thrusts became quicker and more violent. Draco came hard into Snape’s hand and up his own stomach and chest. Draco shuddered and slipped out a few tiny cries as Snape rode out Draco’s orgasm. Snape came soon after just as hard and Draco could feel some of Snape seed leaking down his thigh. Snape rested fully on Draco’s back, panting heavily and sweat dripped from his forehead. Snape stood up and tidied himself. He looked at Draco would was now laying on his back, propped up on his shoulders.

“I’m assuming your… punishment… has… sunk in?” Snape smiled coolly.

Draco nodded with a smile and made no move to return his clothes to his body or to clean himself up. Snape nodded, turned his back to the boy and strode back to the castle. Draco lay there for a moment thinking.

“I will have you Granger… and you’re going to like it…”

~*~Oh yea! Bet you thought I was going to leave you hanging after Draco walked away from Hermione eh?! I hope you enjoyed this! I promise the next chapter will have some Hermione/Draco business going on… and then some!!!~*~