A love like Tinted Glass

Chapter 4: Sleep Tight.

“Y-You made your point... Malfoy... Get off of me.” Hermione growled, though her voice was filled with more fear than conviction. She tried to wrest herself from Draco's grip, but the taller blond teen let out a low growl, pushing her back against the wall, almost viciously.

“Don't.... Move Granger.” He released his words from between clenched teeth. “Unless you actually... Want me to hurt you.” Came the mild, but effective warning. She finally stopped trying to squirm away from him when his hips rolled powerfully against her, making her hastily drawn towel ride up further. It had only just been covering her as it is. One more roll.... She suddenly felt the slick fabric of his pajama bottoms pressed flush with her skin, and consequentially, the throbbing heat of his arousal. She was starting to panic, and she could feel it.

Opening her mouth to speak, Hermiones voice was carried away with a soft gasp of surprise, feeling Draco's mouth latch onto her neck, kissing her almost too roughly. Inexplicably, the smaller witch felt an electric tingle run through her straight to her core. Flushed now, Hermione tried to squirm again, only succeeding in extending her neck more for Draco. He took the offered expanse of skin, trailing his way up to her jawline with not too gentle nips of his teeth. Sucking firmly at the most tender spot of her neck, just behind the ridge of her jawline, under her earlobe, Draco let out a more playful sounding growl, one of his hands sliding from her shoulders, to her leg. Breathing raggedly, it was all Hermione could do to keep her wits, and stop herself from pushing back into his pulsing length. She could not condone this.

Burying his face into her damp curls, finally, Draco took a deep breath, before groaning, a strained sound of desire. “Merlin, you smell so sweet....” He mumbled. There was something more carnal about his voice, even now, though. Shifting his hand from the outside of her thigh to slide over her smooth skin, Draco dragged his well manicured fingernails across her flesh, raising light pink trails in there wake. “Are you a virgin, Granger? You smell like one.” He whispered into her ear, before nipping along the edge of her lobe.

Whimpering in response, Hermione jumped when she felt his fingers brush against the smooth, bare flesh of her lower lips. She wasn't the only one surprised. “Hairless, Granger? Strange... I was anticipating thick, unruly, honey brown curls down here as well.... Surprise surprise...” He spoke to her, causing her face to flush even deeper. He sounded almost disappointed. Opening her mouth, she tried to make some kind of excuse, but for the first time, she was speechless to Draco. Her mind only blanked further when his warm, slightly calloused digits slid down further, his palm cupping her smooth mound. This was going too far.... Hermione felt either panic or lust raise up again in her throat. She couldn't tell which it was. Either way, her hips jerked, trying to find escape from his hand, only to jut back against his arousal again.

The blond teen let out a strangled groan, his hand gripping her sex tighter, using it to hold her ass firmly against the scalding heat of his thinly veiled cock. “You have always been.... So fucking intoxicating.... Granger.” He spoke through gritted teeth, leaning his head farther over her shoulder, to catch her lips in an angry kiss, his tongue waisting no time in slipping past her lips to map out her mouth. Below, two of his fingers dipped between the folds of her sex, circling themselves over her already slick channel. Growling into the kiss, Hermione could feel the vibrations against her lips. She moaned back in response, her eyes clouded over with pleasure, half lidded as he slid his digits up to pass over her swollen clit a few times. Finally, breaking away for a sharp breath, Draco made to push his fingers inside of her, when she finally spoke.

“Are you really going to rape a mudblood?” Her voice didn't match her expression. Her face was flushed, her eyes holding a wanton glint. But her tone was cold, calculating, and desperate. She wasn't about to LET Draco Malfoy fuck her, there in their bathroom, on the first night of the school year. She had enough wrong with her life at the moment. Draco's entire body froze as the words sank in, seeming to appeal to some part of his conscience. Opening his eyes to look down at her, his gaze was intense, eyes pure frozen silver, like his fathers. Finally, a look of comprehension, and then disgust passed over his features, and he withdrew his hand from her sex, letting it fall to his side, fingers still glistening. Slowly, he disconnected his body from hers, taking a step back, and shaking his head in disbelief.

“Fucking...... Bloody Hell.....” He cursed, turning and hightailing it out through the door to his room, slamming it closed and locking it behind him.

Reaching out, Hermione had to grip the counter that held the sinks to keep herself upright, looking up at herself in the mirror to her right. She was disgusted with what she saw as well. Her eyes were bright, her skin a slutty color of pink, flushed all down across her shoulders and collarbone. Frowning at herself, the witch finally got onto her own two feet without feeling like she'd fall over, and headed back to her own room, closing and locking the door behind her. Stripping off her towel, she forced herself to pull on a pair of light blue pajama's, before crawling into bed. Closing her eyes only brought forward images of Draco, and the fresh memory of his fingers exploring her, the feel of his heat on her rear end.... Groaning in frustration, the muggleborn witch flopped onto her back, staring at her ceiling in frustration.

“Damn you, Draco Malfoy.” She growled, angrily sliding her hand beneath the waistband of her pajama bottoms, fingers waisting no time in finding her clit. Even as she began to rub herself, Hermione found her mind straying to imagining it was Draco's fingers and not her own....

Draco's POV

Leaning heavily against the door separating himself from Hermione, Draco Malfoy mentally cursed himself with every berating insult he could think of, making up a few of his own along the way. Clenching his hands into fists, he blinked out of his thoughts feeling the wetness on his left hand, raising the limb, Draco examined his fingers, still slick with her juices. His cock twinged painfully. He felt insatiable that night.... Pulling his fingers into his mouth, the pureblood boy sucked her flavor from his skin, groaning as his eyes slipped closed. His other hand finally pushed his pants down just enough to free his straining length. Wrapping his right hand around his turgid arousal, Draco began to pump his firm grip over his length in a steady, fast pace, racing towards yet another orgasm that night. The moon was waning, and his hunger was strong.