Don't Touch Me

Have I mentioned that I don't own anything Harry Potter? xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo Hermione was struggling to get up. With sheer horror, she finally realized that the spell had worn off. 'Fuck Fuck Fuck. How could I be so stupid?' He was smirking at her while he struggled to keep her under him. "Well, well, well. The tables have turned now, haven't they?" "Malfoy, stop it. You're hurting me, let me go." "Um, no. Now it's my turn to play." "Malfoy don't you dare." "Let you go? After that performance? Did you really think I'd just say 'thanks for the fantastic blow, now if you don't mind I have homework to do?' "You thought it was fantastic?" "Well yeah, I mean you...damn it Granger, don't try and change the subject. Revenge is sweet, my little Gryffindor. Now let's see just how sweet you are." Her eyes grew wide as she tried to talk herself out of the vulnerable position she now found herself in, "but you hate me...you think I'm vile and beneath you..." "Well, yeah. Way to state the obvious. Look where you are, and look where I am," he said pointing out their present position on the floor. "My point is, you wouldn't willingly touch me in a million years...that was what this lesson was about." She was desperately trying to plead her case, but only succeeded in making Malfoy look more bored. As a last resort she said softly, "I'm sorry Malfoy. I don't know what came over me." 'Apparently I did,' he thought ruefully. "I...I shouldn't have taken it so far." She looked away, ashamed to admit her weakness and the fact that she didn't think before she acted. "For once I had the upper hand. It was a powerful feeling." "How very Slytherin of you." He still had her pinned - his full weight on top of her. He brought both her arms above her head and held her wrists in place with one hand while the other started a slow trail down her arm. He watched her closely. The fear in her eyes was like a drug to him. She was right - the feeling of dominance over an enemy is a powerful aphrodisiac. He felt himself getting hard again. "Please don't," she whispered. "Don't? Please don't what? Don't stop? But, this was the lesson, was it not? For me to get used to your touch? Well, what if I want to expand upon that lesson and feel you?" He reached down and stroked one of her breasts through her shirt. It was her turn to suck in a deep breath. "Let's see Granger...you obviously turned me on - how about you? You said it yourself...it was a powerful feeling...I bet, it did turn you on...having me under your control with no means of fighting back or resisting you." He snaked a hand lower and felt her through her jeans. "Oh yeah, seems you were definitely turned on...now my only question is - was it the act itself that got you hot or was it the fact that you were doing it with me?" "The lesson is over Malfoy." "Oh so now the lesson's over, why? Because I have you at a disadvantage?" She closed her eyes and turned her head away from him. He was continuing to rub her through her jeans and she had to restrain herself giving into the pleasure by grinding into his hand. She had completely given up on trying to escape. "Tell me Granger, and I might go easy on you." "I thought I could make you realize that my touch is just like that of every other pureblood girl...that my heritage didn't matter. Judging by the state that you were in I thought I succeeded, but I was wrong. You clearly still despise me and my...kind." "Don't be hasty Granger," he said with more purr than anger in his voice. "I kind of like this power thing, but you still didn't answer my question: was it the act, or was it me?" As he asked her again, he kicked off his shoes and took his pants all the way off. He was now completely naked lying on top of her. She looked back at him with anger, defiance and hurt and in her eyes. "Shall I admit defeat then? Fine. I was on my knees for you Malfoy. I thought that if anything that would change your mind about me, but apparently not. As much as you're angry at me for hexing you and taking advantage of you...you're more pissed at yourself for looking past who I was long enough to get lost in the moment...a moment of pure ecstasy when a mudblood got you off". He looked down at her, mesmerized by the firelight dancing in her eyes. 'Fuck it all, she was right. Just the thought of her mouth on him was making him want to...' "But you still hate me and always will. My attempt to warm that cold heart of yours failed. You win Malfoy," she said with a sigh of defeat. "I'll never touch you again. Is that what you want to hear?" "I want to hear the answer to my question. Did you enjoy the act, or did you enjoy me?" "I..." she didn't want to admit it. She couldn't, not now. Not like this. What had she done? This was humiliating. He hated her, while she... He shifted himself and settled between her legs. He held in a moan when he came in contact with the heat coming from within her jeans. She, on the other hand was unable to hold her composure, and in reflex, she raised her hips to meet him. He raised an eyebrow at her and smirked his famous Malfoy smirk. He lowered his mouth to her neck and sucked and nibbled at her pulse point leaving a slight mark. She was shivering in anticipation as his hand made its way underneath her shirt. She hissed at the contact. "Tell me." This time his tone demanded an answer. "It was you, damn it", she yelled. "It was the sound of you, the Prince of Slytherin, saying my name as you came. That got me hot. Okay? Are you happy now?" He growled, fully aroused by what she admitted, and ground into her....hard. "Yes, very...it's nice to know you can admit your weakness, Granger." She couldn't hold back her shocked gasp. What they were doing was wrong and that's what made it hot. Hermione tried to get out from under him once more, but Malfoy had quickly removed his hand from inside her shirt and recaptured her wrists again. "Oh, no you don't. Payback's a bitch, Granger. Do you see what you've done to me? I will have my vengeance." 'Time to have some fun', he thought. He reached underneath her and pulled the wand from her back pocket. Then he pushed away from her, fully erect naked glory, and reclined comfortably on the couch...wand at the ready. She could only stare at him, unable to believe how badly this was now going for her. "Get up." 'Hex her with her own wand....priceless,' he thought. He had her at an extreme disadvantage, she couldn't do anything but comply. "Disrobe." "What?" "Are you suddenly deaf? Dis...robe." He looked at her and raised the wand so it was aimed directly at her heart. "Or shall I extend the same courtesy you extended me?" "I apologized for that," she said fully shamed. He was taunting her and she expected no less after what she did to him, but it still hurt regardless. She needed to get back some control over the situation. "An apology is not enough and you know it. Not after what you did." "Malfoy...please...you wouldn't." "Imobu..." he began but quickly stopped as Hermione began to unbutton her shirt. She got about 3 buttons undone and then paused and looked at him. "You know what? Do it. Bloodly just do it." "What?" "You know you want to do it." "Granger, you can't even begin to know what I want to do." "Really?" she glanced down at the lower half of his body then back up to look in his eyes. "Don't I?" "You're holding all the cards now...hell, you're even holding my own wand. The power feels good doesn't it? So go ahead, do it. Hex me and have your way already." "You're stalling." "Nope, just waiting for you. Here, maybe this will help." She walked over and stood directly in front of him. Instinctively, the extended wand followed her progress. Without thinking, she tore open her shirt ripping off the rest of the buttons. Malfoy flinched, not expecting her actions. Then she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, and slipped it off her shoulders. He took a breath as his whole body twitched at the sight before him. Hermione Granger, Princess and the brain of Gryffindor, was standing before him topless with her hands on her hips. His mouth was suddenly watering and he swallowed hard. "There, go ahead." He shifted slightly where he reclined. When he didn't say or do anything, she continued. "Not good enough? Fine." She began to unbutton her jeans and was about to unzip them when he said... "Stop". She was startled by his request. Never did she expect him to ask her to stop, not after he was the one who asked her, nay, demanded her to disrobe. By standing up to him she was trying to turn the tables back in her favor. But when he uttered that one word, it brought back years of insecurity she felt about her body. Not being good enough or pretty enough or fit enough. 'He really does think I'm a vile creature. It's not just my bloodline that he despises, he hates my appearance as well.' Hermione quickly crossed her arms over her chest feeling extremely self-conscious. She looked at him and couldn't keep the hurt from her eyes. They were starting to well up with tears. 'I will not cry,' she scolded herself. But that's not what Malfoy was thinking. His mind was a ball of confusion. Her body was fit and voluptuous and had curves in all the right places. He never would have thought she had such a great body under her robes. Wanting her, and make no mistake he wanted her, went against everything he was ever taught. Without thinking he threw her wand across the room. As she turned to see where it went, he sprang from the couch and unwrapped her arms from across her chest and brought them behind her back holding her in a captive embrace. The feel of skin on skin sent shivers through both of them. He kissed her mouth this time and it took her breath away. "When I'm done with you, you're going to crave me. No other man will ever satisfy you." In between his whispered promises he was nibbling and kissing her neck. "You think so?" she said breathlessly. "I can take anything you can dish out Malfoy." It was a direct challenge and the gauntlet had now been thrown. She was just waiting for him to pick it up. He fisted his hands in her hair, and pulled her head back so he could look directly into her eyes. "But you will never have me again, do you understand?" It came out in a hoarse growl. He was still very conflicted. He was so turned on, he wanted to fuck her so badly, but at the same time knew it would be the biggest mistake of his life. She returned the growl as he suddenly lifted her in his arms and sat her on the couch. Malfoy knelt in front of her and finished removing her clothes so that all she was left in was her panties. He kissed a trail up her left thigh and she closed her eyes with a contented moan. "No...open your eyes....I want you to see me bring you off. So there's no chance of you fantasizing about anyone else. I want the vision of my head between your legs to be engrained in your memory." She obeyed. Hermione was already starting to get lost in his promised ecstasy. He moved his mouth to the apex of her thighs and he sucked on her through her panties before he took them off. She instinctively spread her legs wider and Malfoy draped one of her legs over his shoulder giving him better access. He was relentless. She was grinding into him, meeting every flick of his tongue with pure abandon. Her fingers found their way into his hair and his hands found their way to her breasts. Together they found a perfect rhythm. She was almost there. As requested, Hermione kept her eyes on him. It was extremely erotic, watching her hated enemy work her into a frenzy. He moved his hand and sought out her sensitive bud of flesh. She was panting now, lost in the feeling of Malfoy's practiced ministrations. He found what he was after and as he gently rubbed it in same sensual rhythm, he looked up at her. His eyes were dark and full of lust and they bore into her soul. At that moment, meeting his gaze with lust in her own eyes, she came screaming his name, "Draco....oh God, Draco." She had the most unbelievable climax. Before she could regain her senses, she found herself lying on her back on the couch with Malfoy on top of her. He didn't wait for her to catch her breath, he took her mouth in a searing kiss as he positioned himself at her entrance. Her insides were still quaking with aftershocks of orgasm as he rubbed himself against her. He spoke softly, taunting her. "Like that, huh?" She couldn't even speak so instead, answered his question by taking his mouth in another brutal kiss. Malfoy's senses were buzzing as she kissed and bit her way up his jaw to his ear. He wanted inside her now, but he knew the stakes of this game. It was a game of dominance. And they were currently fighting a brutal battle. He recalled her words to him and spoke them aloud. "Do you want me to stop?" She whimpered and thrust her hips trying to coax him inside. He took a quick breath at her urgency. He needed to keep it together for just a little bit more. Continuing to rub against her he said, "it's a simple question, Granger...a yes or no answer will do. Playing with you is one thing, but I won't take you by force. Even I'm not that evil." Her arms were around his shoulders and her eyes were closed tight as her hips moved instinctively in time with his. "Snake," she hissed. "Yeah, and you like it. Don't you? You like that I'm the big, bad Slytherin and I'm about to devour you." As if to accentuate his point, he licked her neck and then bit her where her pulse lay beneath her soft skin. "What about you?" she asked breathing hard. "You're rock hard knowing that I'm the goody-goody, know-it-all bookworm of Gryffindor and I'm going to let you fuck me." He growled at her, unable to deny it, then reached between them and inserted one finger and slowly withdrew it. "If you know any good anti-pregnancy charms I would start saying them now Granger." As she whispered her charm, he quickly inserted two fingers, pumping a few times and then asked in a hoarse voice, "Answer me. Do you want it?" He took his hand away and brought his fingers to his lips, tasting her. "I think you do," he said. "Bastard. Yes, damn it all to hell. I want you!" He didn't have to be told twice. He slipped into her and they both moaned at the sensation. He let her get accustomed to him, before thrusting all the way in. She was very tight. They were both panting, waiting eagerly in anticipation for what was to come. She looked at him, waiting for him to move within her. Out of nowhere, Malfoy seemed to grow a conscious. He looked at her, concerned. "Granger, have you ever..." He had barely finished the question when she answered impatiently, "Yes, now do it," this time it was she who growled at him. He pushed in to the hilt. It was not a gentle coupling and neither cared. There was no love, no passion. It was all about power, need, hunger....lust. It was raw. They used each other like animals and every time they came, they did so in an explosion of white-hot ecstasy. Their bodies showed the marks of their savage mating. Bites, welts, scratches. They marked each other in their battle, each trying to make the other submit. After hours of heated sex, Malfoy collapsed on Hermione's back, having just finished taking her from behind. They were both sweat streaked and out of breath. He gathered what little strength he had left, pulled away from her and sprawled out on the floor holding himself. Hermione was leaning face first over the couch and was trying to pull herself up onto it. She couldn't do it. Her legs were like rubber, so she just stayed where she was for the moment, ass in the air, as she tried to slow her racing heart. After a few minutes, even this position was too much for her aching legs and she fell back to the floor landing next to Malfoy. The only sound in the Head's common room was their breathing slowly returning to normal and the crackle of the fire dying in the grate.