Contrast

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I hope you all enjoy the next chapter; there is some yummy smuttiness in it. I know it is a little soon, but in my way of thinking, whatever Malfoy wants, Malfoy gets.

Bloody fucking hell. BLOODY FUCKING HELL!

Draco was walking down the corridor of Hogwarts towards the dungeons that housed the Slytherins, albeit as slowly as he could muster. He had a huge problem in his pants that was causing his stroll to be a bit more painful than usual. It took all of the strength that he had to not break into some random broom cupboard just to have a much needed wank. He had to keep up his appearance of nonchalance and arrogance, even if there were only a handful of students still roaming the halls at this hour. What would they say if they saw the self appointed Prince of Slytherin running through out the school sporting an erection, desperate to find some privacy so he could give himself some relief? That was just incomprehensible behavior for him. So Draco had opted to do his best in disguising his agonizingly aroused state while trying to understand what had just happened, keeping his hands in his robe pockets at all times.

It was supposed to be an experiment, not one of the most amazing kisses he had ever had in his life. Where in the hell had she learned to kiss like that? It was as if she matched his every move and then elaborated it. It was so intoxicating that Draco almost threw Granger on top on their table and ravished her right there. He almost lost control. That would not have been acceptable.

Draco prided himself on being able to keep cool and calm through out almost any situation. As a matter of fact, during recent years, it had become one of his trademark attributes, next to smirking and sneering of course. No matter how much Potter annoyed him, no matter the idiotic poor excuses of insults Weasley sent his way, no matter how many times Granger bested him in class, he was always able to spout out some intelligent remark or fantastic glare while still managing to look as handsome and debonair as ever. Now, his composure was seriously in jeopardy all because of one kiss. And that is why he fled the library so hastily. He couldn’t let anyone see him lose control, especially Granger. He couldn’t allow her to see the effect she had on him.

His father was the one who instilled in him the importance of keeping calm at all times. Agitation led to anger, anger led to passion, passion led to losing rational thoughts and acting on impulse. Impulse got you hurt or killed. Being dead was far more intolerable than anything else to his father. Being dead meant one could not bask in his riches and power, and one could no longer use the two as influences if said person was deceased.

At the thought of his father, Draco felt as if a bucket of icy water had been splashed on him, taking care of his current state of excitement. He must remember that for future references. His father was presently still serving time in Azkaban for his crimes against the wizarding world. This did not make Draco overly depressed or pleased, for the relationship he had with his father was little more than an acquaintanceship. Surprisingly, Lucius Malfoy did not beat neither his wife nor his son, he wasn’t sadistic or cruel, nor did he have a tortured soul just waiting to be rectified by some great act, such as giving secret clues to Dumbledore about Voldemort’s plans. He just existed in his smug self importance, which his wife and son happened to do as well, so it wasn’t as if his selfishness was a hindrance to their family dynamic. Draco and his father treated each other as colleagues, speaking to each other politely and cordially. When Lucius would become disappointed in Draco, he would not hesitate to voice his criticism and disapproval, in which case Draco would agree to resolve the offending issue and all would be well again, until his father found something else for him to express his dissatisfaction for. It seemed that the only redeeming quality that Draco had in the eyes of his father was that he had Lucius as a father.

Narcissa Malfoy on the other hand, loved her only son very dearly, often sending him tokens of affection and care packages full of sweets while Draco was away at school. She carries the responsibility for spoiling Draco when he was little, causing him to see the importance of pricey possessions and the unimportance of poor people, although she had the ability to sway Lucius to partake in the handing off of many expensive objects. She was happy in her marriage, happy in her wealth, and completely delighted in her power. While she was not as fanatical about Voldemort as Lucius, she did agree that Purebloods were far superior to anyone else, and often looked down upon what she called subordinates. Both she and Lucius engrained this ideal into Draco’s head as soon as he was old enough to say “Mudblood.”

Having arrived at the damp stone wall that guarded the Slytherin common room, Draco supplied the password and it promptly opened to reveal that a few of his housemates were still awake and lounging in the hand carved chairs that were placed around the long and narrow stone room. He did not want to deal with them tonight, not after what he just went through. Instead of gracefully falling into the chair closest to the fire place that he announced was his the very first night of his first year, Draco proceed to the door of his private rooms to take a warm shower, enjoy some quality time with his hand, and have a much needed good night’s sleep.

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Draco tried his very best to concentrate during classes the next day. It wasn’t too difficult a task when he was in the classes he shared with everyone else but Granger, but when it came to the classes he did share with her, it was a different story. Sure Draco remained indifferent to her presence on the outside, regaling her with snide comments about her parentage and never missing a chance to ridicule her lame choice in friends, but on the inside, he was a mess of hormones and desire. It was quite unnerving and he didn’t like it one bit.

It wasn’t the fact that it was a Mudblood who was causing these reactions; Draco had already gotten over that. What was he supposed to do? Wallow in his aversion to finding Granger attractive and wanting to fuck her a hundred ways to Tuesday? Was he supposed to have a heated debate between the two voices in his head, one representing the duty to his heritage and the other to his dick? ‘Oh no! How can I be attracted to a disgusting Mudblood, Granger no less? The shame of it all!’ ‘But she is dead sexy, what with the way she does all that sexy stuff she does. Her blood be damned!’ Draco may have been a little taken aback when he realized his interest in her was more than competition and making a mockery of all things Hermione Granger, but he was a 17 year old boy after all. Right now, his heritage took a back seat to his dick. He would much rather shag than do anything else.

So here he was sitting at his table in Advanced Potions when the object of his craving walked into the dudgeon that doubled as a classroom. She had her hair up in a bun, giving him an incredible view of her long neck. Draco’s mouth instantly started watering. Her cheeks were tinged pink and her eyes were bright with anticipation, suggesting she had walked very briskly down the halls in order to avoid being late and falling victim to one of Snape’s tirades about tardy and overconfident Gryffindors. Her robes were of course fastened, leaving the male students of Hogwarts wondering what exactly she was hiding under them. No matter to Draco. She still looked quite delectable to him. As she turned her head to make sure her friend was close behind, she bumped into a chair. Quite typical. Draco wondered if she bruised easily.

Potter walked in behind her, moving much more slowly and reluctantly. It was no mystery that The Boy Who Had Too Many “The Boy Who” Nicknames disliked Potions class, often being subjected to Snape’s ridicule. This was also the time of day when Gryffindor would get house points taken away, for Potter had found that the older he got, the harder it was to hold his tongue. As he passed by the numerous tables placed in the room, about a dozen sets of eyes decorated with eye liner and mascara followed in his wake. For some reason, they girls of Hogwarts had taken a liking to the messy haired wanker, although he never seemed to notice. As a matter of fact, it seemed as if Potter was a little lost without his sidekick Weasley at his side constantly. There was a question of Harry Potter’s sexual preference going around the school, and the fact that the two boys were seen more together than apart didn’t help to dispel the rumors. Plus it was common knowledge that they fought with each other like an old married couple. It wouldn’t shock Draco in the least if Potter and the Weasel turned out to be queer and fancy each other. He would have to ask Granger about that.

Just at that moment, Snape burst into the room, billowing cloak and all. They would be taking notes from a lecture today on some potion used to heal bruises and other marks made by hurting ones self or someone else. Draco cast a meaningful look in Granger’s direction, but she was too busy adjusting her parchment and quill to her utmost advantage, which basically meant having it the quill continually in her hand, and the parchment being held in place by the other. Just as Snape started listing the uses and ingredients on the black board, Draco let his attention sway from the professor in front of him to the witch sitting at the table next to his across the isle. He would never tell her, but her physical attributes he listed for his contrast the other night were not entirely accurate. Yes, her hair was brown, just plain brown, but something about it made Draco want to rip it out from what ever was hold her hair out of her face and immerse his hands in it’s strands. Yes, her eyes were just as plain brown as her hair, but when she got excited or angry, they lit up like someone had started a fire in her. Draco often tried to achieve this result when insulting her, and most recently with his contrasts. Her skin looked soft and for some unknowable reason, Draco felt the urge to lick her all over. The first time he had this desire; it disturbed him for about 15 minutes, until he came to the conclusion that it was a perfectly natural yearning. Just like the rest of the male student body, he longed to know what type of body was under her clothes, for she was quite good at keeping the answer vague. He once in a while caught a shapely leg peak out from her robes during class, and he thanked whatever deity that was out there for their nights in the library when she would shed her robes and her skirt or shirt would ride up just a little. It made Draco very randy.

Snape continued to drone on, and Draco was really trying to listen, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Granger chewing on her bottom lip. She did this when was concentrating, and little did she know that it drove Draco to the edge of his breaking point. Just by chewing on her fucking lip! Her full, pink, soft, wet, swollen lip. Fuck, did he ever want to kiss her right now! Draco put his hand to the side of his face, blocking the line of sight to Granger, finally able to focus on Snape, who was now speaking of a wizard who put the ingredients together the wrong way, turning his skin purple and not allowing him to be touched for the rest of his life.

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Draco walked up to their regular table in the library that night after dinner to find Granger already absorbed in her homework. He noticed that her robe was off, probably crumpled on the floor again. Draco wondered if she would act differently tonight. He hoped she wasn’t the swooning type, one of those girls who were reduced to giggles and blushes in his presence after he shows some kind of awareness to them. It got tiresome after the first dozen times.

Tossing his bag into the chair next to the one he usually occupied more loudly than necessary, Granger looked up from the piece of parchment she was hunched over only to give Draco a scathing glare, returning to her essay only a moment later.

Without lift her head, she simply said, “We will not have a repeat of last night Malfoy.”

He had to suppress a chuckle. Did she really think he was done with her? Not bloody likely. Oh no, it had just gotten interesting.

“Whatever you say, Granger.”

While Draco removed his books and set them in front of him, he searched his brain for another contrast to make tonight. He needed something really brilliant, something that would get her angry enough to set that spark off in her eye and entertain him with her astute retorts at the same time. It shouldn’t be too hard, seeing as how Draco considered himself exceptionally sharp, this quality only adding to his rather astonishing good looks and marvelous personality. He came up with a topic in no time and settled down to complete his work before sharing his comparison with Granger, smirking every now and then when he thought of the reaction she was sure to have.

An hour later, Granger cracked her knuckles (nasty habit) and announced to no one in particular that she was done. Draco knew an opportunity when he saw one.

“Granger, I know another absolute perfect contrast that you are sure to agree with.”

He made sure he drawled this comment extra carefully, wanting her full fledged attention, knowing that when he enunciated his words she was drawn to what he had to say. It made was utterly irresistible, as if he wasn’t already.

She packed up all of her belongings before actually answering him. She sighed at him too. The nerve.

“What will it be this time, Malfoy?”

“I was just thinking about how mouth-wateringly enticing I am.”

She snorted. Honest to Merlin snorted!

“That wasn’t very lady like Mudblood. As I was saying, I am very desirable, I could pretty much get any girl, or guy, that I so chose.”

“Meaning…?”

“Meaning that while I could just use my stunningly good looks if I wanted, it would still only get me so far. A person has to have something else that makes them as enticing as me. Do you know what that is, Granger?”

“The ability to slip Amortentia into their morning pumpkin juice undetected?”

“No.”

Draco took this moment to stand up and walk over to where Granger was sitting. Placing himself in the chair right next to her, he turned her chair and made it so her body was facing his. He let the desire that was welling up in his stomach over take him, just enough to make his voice soft and dripping with sensuality.

“I have charm Granger. The ability to captivate any one I want. I can say one sentence, hell, one word, and that person would be so totally enthralled with me, I could do just about anything I want.”

As he said this, he leaned into her body, whispering his words into her hair, her ear, her neck. He felt her shiver, but she said nothing, so he continued.

“You, in contrast, are not charming. You tend to be dull, tedious, and you only focus your efforts on school or your two pathetic friends. I highly doubt you have the smallest degree of captivation in your whole body that I have in my finger.”

With said finger, Draco traced her jaw line lightly before catching her eyes with his. There was the glow he was looking for, but there was also something else. Hunger.

She was breathing heavily, making her breaths to become erratic and labored. Draco smirked at her as he moved as close as he possibly could to her. She then did something that caused him to stop in the middle of leaning down to kiss her neck. She laughed huskily. Draco had never heard a more arousing sound come out of her mouth.

“You couldn’t be more mistaken if you tried Malfoy.” Her voice was just as sexy as her laugh had been.

“I could say things to you that I am positively sure you have never heard. I could tell you things that would make legs buckle and your eyes roll to the back of your head with desire. I could say words that would make you break out in a sweat and cause your stomach to drop. I could reveal all of the things that I want to do to you, things I want you to do to me. I could express all of those things in a way that would leave you changed forever, but I won’t.”

Draco was now the one short of air, his body quivering with need. She made the move to get up, but before she could, Malfoy felt his control slip once more as he grabbed her head and attacked her lips with his. He kissed her with all of the vigor he could collect, probing her hot mouth with his tongue, biting and sucking on the bottom lips that drove him close to madness earlier that day. She kissed him just as enthusiastically, sucking his tongue, nibbling on his lips the way he did hers. But it wasn’t enough for Draco. He needed to feel her soft skin with his hands, he needed to touch her in ways he only did at night in his fantasies.

She made no objection when his hands flew to her shirt and quickly untied her tie. The only sound she made was a whimper of approval when the tie was thrown on the floor and Draco started making work of the buttons on her white dress shirt. Draco was vaguely aware that she had already stripped him of his school robe and was unfastening his buttons almost as rapidly as he was. Grunting with satisfaction when the last offending plastic button was unfastened, Draco plunged his hands inside her shirt and his cool hands met with the softness of her torso. She moaned at the contact. That moan replaced the husky laugh Draco determined to be the sexiest sound he has ever heard. He moved his hands over her silk encased breasts just as Granger’s hands began roaming the expanse of his slightly muscular chest and abs. Draco had never felt anything more incredible. That was until she started raking her nails over his erect nipples and down his upper body.

Her breasts fit perfectly into his hands. They weren’t quite a handful, but they weren’t small either. They were perfect. That was the only word Draco could think of at the moment seeing as how he was currently snogging the object of his lustful thoughts and his brain had seemed to take a little holiday. It still wasn’t enough for him though. With one hand still kneading and massaging her right breast, Draco reluctantly let go of her left breast to stroke her creamy thigh. Worried she would swat his hand away and slap him like she did in third year, Draco was pleasantly surprised when he heard her moan her approval once more and open her legs for him. He stopped kissing her at that moment, making sure he read her right. Her eye lids her half closed, but underneath them her brown eyes shone brilliantly as she smiled and nodded at him. This was all Draco needed to assault her lips once more and move his hand underneath her skirt and stroke her warm core through her silk underwear. He couldn’t help but notice they were wet, which immediately cause Draco’s massive erection to grow even more.

Draco was kissing and licking her neck now, biting every once in a while to add some pain to her pleasure; what fun would it be to let her forget about their rivalry when it could just add to their passion? She moaned even louder when Draco’s finger went from stroking her through her panties to pulling them aside and plummeting into her without any hesitation. As Draco continued his ministrations, moving his finger in and out of her soaking wet core and thumbing her clit, she whimpered even louder. When Draco added a second finger and started pumping her faster and harder, he had to capture her mouth with his and swallow her scream as she came, the fact that they were in the library in the back of his mind.

As he removed his fingers from her dripping cunt, she opened the eyes that had been squeezed shut during her climax, opening them even wider when Draco licked the digits that were inside of her as if he were a dying man and the juices from her body were the only cure for his illness.

“We shouldn’t have done that.”

Her voice was shaky as she smoothed down her skirt and started buttoning her shirt.

“But we did. Do you regret it?”

She reached for her tie on the ground next to the chair she was sitting in and drew it around her neck.

“No.” She said softly.

“Neither did I.”

Draco had just finished fastening the top button on his shirt and Hermione had put on her robe when Harry fucking Potter himself walked up to them, eyeing Draco maliciously.

“Hermione, Ron and I have been looking all over for you. We feel like we haven’t seen you in days. If you are done here, will you come with me to the common room? We’ve missed you.”

“I bet you have, you tosser. Weasel getting a little too clingy for you, asking for a major commitment that you just aren’t ready for yet, Potter?”

Hermione yanked her bag off of the chair next to the one she so recently vacated, and glared at Draco.

“Shut it Malfoy.” Turning to Potter, she looked at him with a mixture of affection and guilt in her eyes, as if she were now aware that what had just transpired took place in a very public location, and anyone could have walked in on the two of them in a very compromising, not to mention uproariously wrong, position.

“Yes Harry, I will go back to the common room with you. I would love to spend some time with you and Ron. Come on.”

Just as she and Potter started walking away from their table, Draco realized that it was Friday night, meaning tomorrow was Saturday, meaning no classes, meaning no “quality time” with Granger. He needed to resolve this issue promptly.

“Oi Granger.” He called out, causing both Granger and Potter to stop in their tracks and turn around to face him, mostly because shouting was quite un-Draco like, but he didn’t feel he was in the position to be chasing after anyone in his current condition. “We have a Head’s meeting tomorrow night. Meet me back here at 8:00. And don’t be late this time; I hate tardiness almost as much as I hate Mudbloods.”

Granger muttered a confirmation while Potter continued to glare at Malfoy viciously. Granger turned Potter around by the shoulder and proceeded to lead Potter out of the library with her. Draco only hoped that Potter was staring angrily at him because it was their regular code of behavior and not because he noticed Draco’s huge protruding erection and his and Granger’s swollen pink lips.


A/N~ Holy Hell, that took me all day!! I hope the smuttiness was good for you; it is pretty much my first stab at it. Any concerns, complaints, or suggestions are welcome. Oh, and sorry for any mistakes you find through out the story, I am working beta-free.

It was really hard to try and write from Draco’s P.O.V., so I hope I did an okay job. I didn’t mention his opinion of good ol’ Voldemort because it is going to come up in a future chapter. I want you guys, my readers, wondering about Draco’s position and stance on the up-coming war, which will also be the subject of said future chapter.

I hope you liked Chapter 3. Don’t be afraid to hit that review button, even if it is to leave a few words. To get you all excited for the next chapter, we find out if Harry figured out what happened between Draco and Hermione, there are more questions about Harry and Ron’s “friendship”, we poke fun at some more clichés (did you pick up on the ones in this chapter), and there is some even more yummy smut from Hermione’s P.O.V.

Have a good weekend all, I know I will!

Roberta