Don't Touch Me

Ah, another chapter and I still don't own a thing. Maybe if I wish really hard......nope. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo After his shower and some quality time with his hand - despite her wishes and his own sanity - Malfoy went to check on Hermione before going down for breakfast. She was sleeping sounding, though to him it looked like a stressful sleep. She was lying on her side, still curled in a ball. He gently pulled back the covers revealing her naked and bruised petite body. He'd start with her back. Taking out his wand he began reciting the incantation to heal. She stirred slightly and then rolled onto her back as he finished healing the marks on her shoulder. He needed a break. He'd been working on her for almost three quarters of an hour and only just completed healing her back, he hadn't even started her front yet. Malfoy covered her and went back to his room to get the potion he used after strenuous workouts. On his way back through the lavatory, he grabbed a glass of water and then returned to her bedside. He sat next to her on the bed and added the potion to the water, diluting it a bit. Hermione stirred again and slowly opened her eyes. She did not expect him to be sitting there watching her with a thoughtful expression on his face. She actually thought Crookshanks had woken her up wanting to snuggle. "I told you to go away," she whispered and started to turn over. "I did, but now I'm back," he said curtly. "Drink this, it'll help ease the soreness in your muscles," he said evenly. "I said I didn't want your help." "That's nice, but I really don't care what you do or do not want. So shut up and drink the damn potion before I have to restrain you." Defeated and without the energy to put up a fight, she carefully sat up to take the potion. As she did, the sheet dropped away. She quickly tried to cover herself, but he stopped her. "Leave it, I have to finish healing you anyway." "What do you mean, finish?" She said, her tone now beginning to fill with anger. "I worked on your back while you slept. It should feel better in an hour or so," he was struggling to keep his voice sounding indifferent. "Now lie back." "Malfoy I said..." "What you said is irrelevant, I said lie back." His wand was out and pointing straight at her. He left her no choice in the matter but to comply. "I don't want any evidence left for you to use against me," he said sarcastically. She started to protest, hurt that he would actually think her capable of such a thing. But she held her tongue, she had no right after what she had done to him last night. 'Let him think whatever he wants...it doesn't matter anyway,' she thought. Hermione closed her eyes and tried to relax while he continued to heal her. She shouldn't have felt self-conscious about her body, but she did. He wasn't touching her inappropriately; he wasn't taking advantage of her...if anything, it felt more like he was conducting a business transaction - strictly a healer treating a patient. It was an odd feeling, especially since the healer was Malfoy. After a few minutes her anger faded, her breathing evened out and she fell asleep again. When Malfoy finished, he was thoroughly exhausted. He covered her and rested his head on the edge of the bed. It was after nine, he really needed to get down to breakfast before he was missed and besides, he was starving. He didn't even have the energy to try and heal himself. With a sigh that longed for rest, he stood and left Granger sleeping soundly and comfortably - something he hoped to be doing himself very shortly. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo Halfway to the Great Hall, he saw her two friends approaching the head dormitory. They acknowledged each other as they passed. "Malfoy." "Potter. Weasley." Malfoy walked by them, then suddenly stopped. "Oh, if you're looking for your precious Granger, I doubt she'll be joining you this morning." "Why? What did you do?" Ron asked suspiciously. Malfoy rolled his eyes and crossed his arms ignoring his accusing question. "I went to bed very late last night. When I came in, she was still up pouring over her books, as usual. I assume she'll be sleeping in this morning." He turned and left them before they could respond. Merlin only knew what possessed him to go out of his way to lie like that...for her. He tried not to dwell on it as entered the Great Hall and sat at the Slytherin table. During breakfast, things at his house table whet on in typical Saturday morning fashion. Everyone was relaxed, and laughing...thankful that the weekend had finally arrived after a long week of classes. At least, everyone except for Malfoy. He sat at the head of the table unable to get his mind off Granger and everything that had occurred between them since they had finished patrol the previous evening. He ate quickly and quietly. His posture alone warned the other students that today was not a good day to approach the head boy. Leaving the table to return to his dormitory, he strategically avoided Pansy and a group of her friends. She was pouting - probably pissed at him because he didn't show up after rounds as they had discussed in potions yesterday afternoon. His interlude with Pansy would have been the same old thing anyway, he mused. And after what he experienced with Granger, he doubted any partner he took in the future could ever top Granger's performance last night. As he stepped into the foyer, he stopped at the thought. He needed to stop thinking about it. It would never happen again...it couldn't - no matter how mind-blowing it was - and no matter how much he still wanted to get back inside her, feel her surrounding him. He sighed heavily and ran his hands through his hair. What he seemed to need was another shower...cold this time. In the foyer, he asked one of the house elves to send a dry breakfast to the head girl's room. The little elf complied and disappeared with a 'pop'. When Malfoy returned to the Head's dormitory, he went directly to his room. 'I will not check on her,' he told himself. 'I healed her, she's probably fine by now.' He paced back and forth in front of the door to the lavatory. On one of his walks towards the bed, he noticed the potion bottle on his nightstand. 'She may need more of the potion though, she only drank a little.' He argued with himself for another minute or two. Then, in one sweeping motion, he picked up the bottle and strode through the bathroom, stopping at her bedroom door. He knocked lightly and waited for a reply. He heard a soft "come in Malfoy", and then entered. Hermione was sitting up in bed, having donned a modest nightgown. She was eating a piece of toast with jam on it. He wasn't sure what to say so he just stood at the foot of her bed and looked at her while she continued to eat. She broke the silence first. "Thank you for sending up breakfast," she said quietly. "You didn't have to." He cleared his throat. "Is the bruising better?" he asked, back to the business at hand. "Yes," she said shortly. "And the soreness?" He moved around to the side of her bed. Hermione blushed and concentrated on the plate in front of her. "No," she said in a small voice. "I have more of the potion for you..." he started to say but she cut him off. "Yes, it helped, but I have a few different muscles than you have, and there are certainly a few you don't use during your Quidditch practices...unless you and your teammates play a different game after practice." He looked at her blankly, not understanding. "Perhaps in the showers?" she said with a shadow of a smile on her lips. Now it was his turn to blush and look away. How could he have forgotten? The last time he took her was from behind. "I could...that is to say, shall I try to heal?...uh..." "No. No, it's fine. The soreness will go away in a day or so...it always does," she finished under her breath. "What?" he said suddenly. "The soreness will eventually go away," she repeated. "No, the part after that." "Oh, well - I'm usually fine a few days after doing...you know, that." His face paled. He was so sure that she had never done...that specific form of coupling. She glanced up at him, then back down at the cereal that had began to turn soggy. "Last night...everything we did...well, it was nothing new Malfoy. It's just been awhile, and quite a bit more intense than I'm used to." "How...where...who did you learn all that from?!?" he so was shocked he hadn't even realized he spoke the question out loud until she quietly answered it. "It's really none of your business Malfoy..." "You can't be serious?" he said with an edge to his voice. "Everything we did..." "Yes." "Who was it?" he demanded to know. "And was the bonding spell involved that time too?" He was getting angry. He was unsure why her nonchalant answer effected him so. "It doesn't matter who...and there was no bonding spell involved - I told you last night I went too far..." she said fully shamed. "Was it Potter or Weasely?" "What?" she asked. She didn't understand why he was getting so upset. "Which...one...was...it?" he said trying so hard to contain his rage. "Neither, if you must know," she said sharply. Malfoy seemed to visibly relax at her answer. "Why do you care?" she countered. "I don't." "Really? Sounds to me like you do." "Well, I don't." "Are you threatened? Is that it?" "I am not threatened." "Because we've already established you were quite good, beyond good if you must know the truth of it." "I suppose I'm shocked by your experience Granger. I thought surely when I...you know...when we were..." "There may have been some variations, but basically Malfoy, I've done it all before." He smirked at her and asked sarcastically, "is there anything you haven't done?" Hermione thought for a moment, then said, "yes." He was dying to hear this. "Well, what is it?" "It doesn't matter - you and I will never do it - you made it crystal clear that you and I, being together, would never happen again." Malfoy crossed his arms, refusing to accept her answer. "I don't know what you're so concerned about, I told you that if any other man were to perform those same...acts, he wouldn't even be able to hold a candle to your...abilities." She was struggling to remain calm. "There just happens to be one thing that we definitely didn't do, that one day, I hope will be the very best sexual experience I will ever have." He hated the fact that after all they did last night, all he gave her, none of it was new to her. Malfoy felt an ever-growing need to give her the most unforgettable and most fantasized about sexual experience of her life. The words were out of his mouth before he could take them back. "Well, perhaps I can make an exception, turn your one last fantasy into a reality for you." He tried not to sound too enticed by the idea. Just the thought of one more act of heated sex with Granger was enough to make his mouth water. He watched her put her breakfast tray aside and lay back down. He turned and stood looking out the window as he waited for her answer. He didn't want to seem to eager, but his growing erection was going to give him away if he faced her. But then she squashed his hopes in one fatal blow. "No, Malfoy. You would never be able to accomplish such a task." He spun on her quickly. "Do not tell me what I can or cannot do, Granger. I'm a Malfoy for Merlin's sake. What could it be?" he walked closer to her bedside pondering aloud, "mulitple partners? Potions for enhanced pleasure?" Thoughts of these additional incentives were getting him even more excited at the prospect. She looked at him, then sighed and rolled onto her side facing away from him. "I've never had anyone make love to me." He blanched and he was thankful that she was not facing him. All words escaped him; he could only utter a soft, "oh." "And now you understand why it will never happen. I'm tired Malfoy, please go." He put the potion bottle down on her dresser and left in brooding silence. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo Hermione slept for the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon and finally dragged herself out of bed at around 4:00. She was feeling better, though she was still a little sore here and there. By 5:30, she was out of the shower, dressed and feeling well enough to meet Harry and Ron for supper. As she descended the staircase to the common room, she noticed Malfoy lying on the couch, arm over his eyes, legs crossed at the ankles in perfect repose. She hadn't been in the common room since early that the morning, when she left Malfoy passed out on the rug by the fire. Rubbing her temples, she thought about what she'd done...about what they'd done in this very room. 'Merlin, I was stupid. I never should have cast that bonding spell,' she thought. Though she let him use her in any way that he wanted, the guilt over holding him against his will was too much. "Well don't you look like shit," came a drawl from the couch. She snapped out of her thoughts and saw that he was staring at her with the Malfoy smirk firmly in place. Malfoy had been trying to sleep since she dismissed him from her bedroom just before noontime. He tried sleeping in his bed - but he couldn't get comfortable. Healing the head girl left him physically and mentally drained - he was too weak to heal himself and there way no way he was going to Pomphrey. The marks on his back were throbbing, all his muscles were stiffening and his mind was a jumble of confusion. Things between him and Granger were still left unfinished. He was angry with her on many levels. A Malfoy does everything to the best of his ability. He thought he accomplished that last night and though she whole-heartedly agreed that he was the best she ever had - nothing he did was a new experience to her. A Malfoy prides himself on being the first in every aspect of his life. When he pleased his women, he did so with such veracity that he left them begging for more. Everything he did to them was an orgasmic surprise, even if in the beginning they were reluctant to commit such naughty acts. So, he spent a disquiet afternoon thinking about Granger's ultimate fantasy...and more importantly how he could accomplish it, without actually meaning any of it. Old habits die hard, and they slipped seamlessly back into their routine of sarcasm and wit. "Thank you Malfoy, I feel so much better now that you pointed that out," she countered. He sat up and she sat down across from him on the coffee table. "You cleaned?" she said. He leveled a stare at her and shook his head. "House elves." At her reddening cheeks, he added, "relax. I told them I had a few guests over." "Thank you," she said with a relieved sigh. "There will be no 'thank yous', Granger. I want my reputation protected as much as you do yours." "Malfoy, we need to talk about..." "Didn't we already do that?" "Yes, but I...I feel guilty for what I did to you...the bonding spell. I should never have...anyway...what can I do to settle things? Homework? Rounds?" His eyes squinted regarding her with caution. When she didn't get a verbal response, she hastily added, "personal slave?" It came out as a joke, but at this point she would do anything to remove the guilt from her conscience. He laughed out loud. "Personal slave does have a nice ring to it, but that won't even come close to what you did to me. Your little spell boarders an unforgivable, you know." "I know," she said in a small voice. "What then?" 'The ultimate revenge is sweet,' he thought. "Tell Potter and Weasley what we did last night...everything we did." She couldn't believe what he was asking. "But they'll never forgive me...they'll hate me." "Yes, and my family would disown me if they learned about last night's events." "It's too much to ask...I can't...I'd lose my closest friends...there must be something else I could..." "Live with your guilt then. But know this Granger - no matter how hard you try to block out what you did...I'm not going away. My presence will always be a constant reminder of what you did to me." "But your reputation...people will find out..." "Potter and Weasley may never forgive you, but do you honestly think they'd tell anyone?" "I..." she swallowed hard trying to hold back the tears forming in her eyes. Her heart was breaking as she said, "if that's what you want Malfoy." Her lip was trembling as she stood in front of him, "if you'll excuse me, I'll tell them after dinner. At least I'll have one last meal with my friends." He stood and watched her walk to the portrait. For an instant he felt his own twinge of guilt for making her do this, "Granger," he called after her. She stopped, but did not turn. "No backing out now." She squared her shoulders. "No, of course not. It's...only fair. You'll never get over being restrained and giving into a mudblood, and in turn, I'll live the rest of my life without my two best friends. I'd say that makes us even, Malfoy." Hermione solemnly exited through the portrait hole. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo Well, what do you think? I know it's shorter that the last few, but I felt this was a good place to end the chapter. Don't worry, more crazy sex is (pardon the pun) coming.