Don't Touch Me

Still don't own a thing. But oh, how I love to play with them! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo Malfoy passed out almost immediately. Hermione watched as he did so. There was to be no cuddling, no spooning in aftermath bliss, not even an awkward conversation. She rolled away from him and crawled back to the couch, forced herself up and lay down. She turned onto her side and looked at Malfoy in all his naked glory. 'What have I done? Well...Malfoy - that was fairly obvious. How sadly ironic that he was the best lay I ever had. Sure, she didn't sleep around, but she'd had her fair share of adventurous sex - but nothing like this, all rough and carnal. And if that weren't enough, having sex with a known enemy was the ultimate aphrodisiac. Each time they coupled, she wanted it more and more. Nothing about the last five hours was how she originally planned to spend her evening when she followed him back to their common room earlier. But she was extremely pleased with herself that she was able to keep up with him; for lack of a better phrase - matching him fuck for fuck. So much so, that she surprised herself a little. She looked at the clock hovering over the mantle. It was early; the sun was just starting to crest over the lake. At least she had the weekend to recover. Every part of her body was sore. Hermione got up on shaky legs, grabbed her robe and slipped it on. She needed a hot bath to soak her aching muscles. As she got to the stairs she noticed Malfoy's robe. Picking it up, she walked to where he lay collapsed on the furry carpet. She covered him gently as not to wake him and stoked the fire in the grate. Watching him sleep, her heart fell. 'Lord, he was beautiful...why did he have to be so beautiful?' And with a longing she vowed never to speak of, she realized that he was right...she would crave him until the day she died. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo Malfoy woke with a crick in is back and his legs feeling like he ran to Hogsmeade and back - about two hundred times. He sat up suddenly, threw off his robe and looked to his side. No Granger. He looked around the common room - still no Granger. For a brief second, he thought he had dreamed it all. Then dismissed it when he took in his lack of clothing and the state of the common room. The two had done a number on the common room as well as each other. The place was in shambles. Sunlight was streaming through the balcony doors highlighting the overturned furniture, broken chair and clothes strewn about the room. He collapsed back down on the floor and put his hands over his eyes. 'Granger!' he moaned to himself. 'Of all the people to fuck, Father must be turning in his grave right about now.' He moaned aloud at the thought. 'But good Lord she was an animal...such an insatiable sexual appetite - it rivals my own...and I thought Parkinson was an accomplished lover. No not lover, partner...shit, not a partner either...what the hell was Pansy anyway? Associate? Consort?' He chuckled to himself, 'house trollop? nah, fuckmate is more like it. Yeah, that's it. She's good enough to relieve a little stress now and then. But Granger...one could spent a lifetime trying to break her. Hell, she'd probably enjoy it.' That explicit thought brought a growl to his throat and a tightening in his groin. His hand unconsciously drifted to his cock to cup himself gently. He got the workout of his life last night - in more ways that one. Malfoy carefully rolled over to check the hovering mantle clock. It was 6am. He got up and made his way to his bedroom. He would shower and make himself presentable, have an early breakfast and then come back and sleep until noon. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo Hermione was in the lavatory staring into the steam-filled mirror. Her bathrobe hung open in the front so she could examine her body. Bruises had started to appear on her chest and hips. There were quite a number of bite marks around her neck, on her shoulders and thighs. Her wrists were sore and slightly red. At the sound of a soft click she turned to see Malfoy in the doorway to his room off the other side of the bath. Out of reflex, she quickly closed her robe. He was only wearing a pair of boxers...black this time. His eyes were dark and foreboding; his face void of emotion as he strode purposefully over to her. Hermione kept her eyes on his, standing as defiantly as she could ready to defend herself against his first verbal attack of the day. She waited a moment, then another. But none came. He opened her robe to look at her; Hermione didn't protest, 'why be modest now? He'd seen it all last night.' 'Shit', was what immediately came to mind at the sight of her. His brow furrowed as he took in the damage he inflicted on her last night. He knew they were rough, marking each other during their night of hard sex; he could feel the dull ache of his own pains. But he didn't realize how carried away they got. Malfoy traced the hint of a yellow and green bruise around the curve of her left breast. The sensual touch of his fingertips caused an involuntary shiver down her spine. It wasn't until he spoke that she closed her robe again. "Granger..." he began. The sound of her name echoing in the otherwise silent bathroom left her with a feeling of loss. She had gotten used to hearing him call her name in a sexy guttural moan as he came, now it just sounded hollow. She closed her robe and turned to face the mirror. "I asked for it, so forget it," she said interrupting him. Hermione braced herself against the sink; she bowed her head, trying to collect her energy and get her mind set for the argument they were destined to have since they both gave into their madness yesterday. He looked at her, mouth slightly open. "I challenged you," she continued softly, "I expected nothing less than a full fight." He was caught off guard by her words...why, after last night, he had expected the shy and apologetic Granger, he didn't know. However, he managed to shift gears and to compose himself responding with disinterest; a trick he picked up from his mother. His answer came out with true Malfoy disregard, not so much as a hint of remorse could be found in his voice. "I was angry," he said checking his reflection in the mirror, "but I shouldn't have marked you. The Malfoy men may inflict pain mentally, but never physically." The phrase came out exactly as it did when his father taught him that lesson when he was six. Father had just witnessed him push Pansy in the mud and then walk away. He was punished for a week after that. Malfoy leaned over the sink and splashed cool water on his face trying in vain to clear the memory of his father from him mind. It seems in just one night, he'd given his father two reasons to be turning in is grave. Hermione was surprised that she even got that civil a response from him. Then her eyes widened. As he was wiping his face, she noticed the nail marks and welts on his back. She tentatively reached out to touch him when he stood up. "It seems I marked you as well." He looked at her, then turned to try and see his back in the mirror. "As you say...forget it." He readied the shower before continuing his morning routine. Hermione gave him a curt nod, then walked to the door leading to her bedroom. The walk was slow, but not because she had something else to say. It was slow because she was in pain...quite a lot actually. The bath didn't seem to help ease her aches and pains as she hoped. She had pushed her body past its limits last night trying to keep up with him. She wasn't as athletic as he was. Sure she was fit, but nothing short of training for a marathon could have prepared her for last night's activities. Everything hurt. Besides the sore muscles in her legs, arms and back - her insides hurt as well. To be more specific, every orifice hurt. She was a walking bruise. Malfoy watched her struggling to walk away. Something constricted inside him. He stood there and watched her trying not to whimper, moan, or groan as she took each calculated step. She had given him an out and he took it like a fucking coward. 'A Malfoy doesn't walk away from anything without a fight.' He could hear his father's words echoing in his mind. No, this battle between them wasn't settled yet. She was just crossing the threshold into her room when he found himself calling after her. "Wait a minute, Granger." 'Here it comes', she thought. 'Now, he's going to threaten that if I ever speak of this to anyone...blah blah blah.' She continued to ease her way into her room. It would hurt too much to stop and then start again. She just wanted to go to bed and not move for a very long time. "Granger," he called again turning off the shower and following her into her room. "I just want to go to bed, Malfoy. You slept, I didn't. You can kill me when I've recovered...I'm sure it'll be more satisfying for you." "It went too far last night...on both our parts...I'm..." he took a breath and bit out, "do you want me to heal some of your bruises?" "I see," she chuckled to herself, "don't want to put off killing me then?" She had reached the edge of her bed and was pulling back the covers contemplating the best way to get in; to lay on her back or stomach; robe on or off. No matter how she figured it - it was going to be painful. Malfoy ignored her comment, "at least let me give you something for the muscle pain...I have a potion I use after intense Quidditch practices..." She was barely listening, still thinking about how to get into bed...decision made, she took off her robe and crawled on hands and knees into bed. Malfoy attempted to stifle a shocked gasp, but failed. It was not her nudity that affected him, but the marks he saw on the rest of her body. The front was nothing compared to the back. It must have happened when he threw her up against the stone wall beside the fireplace or when he screwed her on the staircase. "Merlin, Granger. Maybe you should go see Pomfrey." She gave a short laugh at that, "and tell her what exactly? That I decided to have a fuckfest with a boy who hates me just to see who could endure the most pain or pleasure? Oh, that would go over well." She was right of course. No one could ever know about this. "Stubborn witch," he said under his breath. "Yeah, stubborn - just like you." She covered herself and curled into a ball. "I've been on the defensive since year one with you, Malfoy - mudblood this and mudblood that." In her best imitation of him she said, 'you'll never be as good as a pureblood, Granger, blah, blah, blah.' Why do you think I work so damn hard at my lessons? I'm doing everything I can to prove to you and the rest of the close-minded, pureblood idiots of this world that I'm just as good as you are. But last night, that was the last straw. I saved your sorry ass and it didn't even matter to you. All you could focus on was some archaic view of my family tree. You pushed me too far and I was not going to just walk away and forget it. For once, I let my anger for you and your kind get the better of me. When I show weakness, you take advantage of it. Did you really think after I started last night's activities that I would just back down once you had the advantage? That would have been exactly what you wanted." "That's enough Granger, you have no idea what I wanted last night. You may have started this power play, but..." "Unfortunately, my lesson to make you see that I'm not lower than you was futile. I failed. I failed from the start when I hexed you with that bonding spell. When it finally wore off, you had every chance to hex me back, but you didn't. Hell, you had my wand, and you still didn't. You had the advantage, but you didn't go in for the kill...you showed restraint...I didn't." "Shut it Granger." He said ignoring her explanation. "I'm getting my wand." "I don't...want...your help!" "Yeah? Well, you're bloody well going to get it! No matter what you might think to the contrary, I didn't show you any restraint last night, Granger. It doesn't matter what you did to me in the beginning, marking you this way is unacceptable for a Malfoy." 'Father would beat me ten times as worse if he were here to see this.' "So you're going to take my fucking help and with a smile on your face...do you understand?" He started to storm out of the room, hell bent on getting his wand and force-feeding the potion down her throat if he had to. She rolled back over to face his retreating back, "in case you didn't notice Malfoy, I enjoyed it." He spun around so quickly he almost fell over. "You got the job done...multiple times if I recall." He tried to swallow, but his mouth had suddenly gone dry. "Did you really think I expected any tenderness from you last night? Quite the contrary, I expected a full battle and I believe that's just what I got. I liked it rough and you liked the fact that I liked it rough. And through all the pain, I was thrilled that you didn't hold back. True, the aftermath of fight - the bruises and such - I could do without, but I don't regret fucking my enemy...not even now. In fact, you and I both know that's what made it so hot." He shifted on his feet and ran his hands through his hair. Malfoy wasn't quite sure what this was all leading up to. 'If she expects me to do this again...' "But there is one thing I do regret feeling..." she looked him dead in the eyes, "you wanted me to crave you? Well, guess what? Mission accomplished. No matter how you screwed me last night, no matter how much pain I endured, no matter how many marks I have on my body...I still want you." He leaned against the doorframe for support, unable to respond. Hermione covered her eyes, blocking out the site of him and cursed under her breath. "But you warned me...I'll never have you again." She rolled back over. "Now, please. Leave me alone." Draco did as she asked...slamming the door behind him. He returned to the bathroom and took a hot shower. As the water ran over his tight shoulders and down his tension-filled back, images from the night before flashed in his mind. Granger stripping him; Granger on her knees sucking him off; the total abandon as she called out his name over and over as she climaxed. Leaning against the tile, he closed his eyes and replayed those sinful acts over and over again. When he opened his eyes to finish showing, he realized something very unexpected - from the state he was currently in, he apparently craved her as well.