Poison

Chapter Five – Too Much Want

She stood in the hall, staring at the portrait entry to the Head’s common room. Gods, she wanted to rush in there so badly, but there was still a part of her mind that was screaming that this was wrong. This must be what going crazy feels like, she thought. She took a step towards the door, and then stopped and stepped backwards. She could just go to Gryffindor tower and hide out until it was time to sleep. Surely he wouldn’t wait all night, would he? She shook her head and turned to walk down the hall. She took five steps, then stopped for a moment, indecisive, before resuming her walk away from their rooms.

Inside those rooms, Draco was pacing. Where the hell was she? He’d made it pretty clear what was going to happen when she returned this evening. Had she run away? More than likely. Ha, so much for all that vaunted Gryffindor courage she normally threw around. Anger and hatred welled up inside him. How dare that filthy little Mudblood stand him up? He‘d show her. He stalked across the common room and let himself into her room. Closing the door behind him, he leisurely removed his clothing, placing it in a neat pile on her desk. Nude, he moved over to the wing chair near the window, and settled down to await her return. He smirked. He was a patient man.

She’d hung out with Lavender and Ginny, catching up on gossip until they both retired for the night. Then she had talked about schoolwork and Quidditch with Dean and Neville, desperate for any reason to stay away from her own rooms. When the last of her friends had made their apologies and left, she had no choice but to return. She cautiously entered the common room. He was nowhere in sight, and his door was closed. She sighed in relief. Maybe he would finally leave her alone. Examining that thought, she frowned when she realised there was a little bit of disappointment inside her as well.

She entered her room, and dropped her belongings on the floor just inside the door. She was suddenly pushed from behind into the wall of her room, his warm naked body against hers causing her to instantly become aroused. Her cheek was pressed to the cold stone wall, held there by his hand on the back of her neck. His breath was hot against her ear.

“I thought I told you to be here after dinner, Mudblood,” he hissed. She winced at the name, and knew that it had been a mistake to ignore him. He spun her around and, pushing his face close enough to almost touch her nose with his, stared right into her eyes. She could read the emotions there as though they were written. Anger, hate, and lust were all there, but so was hurt. Hurt? She’d actually hurt Draco Malfoy? When he saw guilt and pity fill her gaze, his tenuous hold on his anger snapped. He grabbed her by the throat and dragged her to the bed, throwing her onto it. Desperately, she tried to scramble backwards off the other side, but he lunged at her, grabbing her waist and yanking her towards him, and quickly moving to sit astride her.

Leaning down, he kissed her furiously. She didn’t try to fight him. His hand grabbed her jumper and slid it up. He stopped the kiss as he tugged it over her head. He grabbed a hand full of her shirt on either side of her waist and wrenched it open, sending buttons flying. He grasped the delicate fabric of the bra she was wearing and tore it away from her skin. She knew she should be annoyed and afraid, but instead found herself excited by his raw, animalistic behaviour. It crossed her mind that he might shag her even harder when he was this angry. He grabbed her nipples between each thumb and forefinger and pinched them. It hurt, but she found the pain pleasurable, and let out a moan as she arched her back. Falling forward a little at her movement, he lowered his head again, and took one nipple between his teeth. He bit down gently at first, and then a little harder. She responded by mewling softly and arching again.

Climbing off her, he seized her by the hips. She felt herself roughly tossed onto her stomach, her face pushed into the mattress, and her thoughts drifted back to Saturday night, and the first time he’d tried to take her. He dragged her backwards until she was on her knees with her bottom in the air. He flipped her skirt up, exposing her panties, and ran a finger across the heat beneath them. A shiver ran through her, and she moaned and pushed back into his hands. He smacked her across the bottom, making her cry out.

“Stay still,” he ordered. She stilled her movement. He moved his finger across her folds again, and although she shivered, she forced herself to remain still. He slid his hand across the burning flesh where his handprint was started to appear, then across her lower back. He yanked her underwear down, revealing her dripping pussy. He placed one hand in the small of her back, and used the other to separate her lips, and gently pushed one finger inside. Once again she moaned and leaned back into him. He removed his finger, and smacked her bottom again.

“I said, stay still,” he hissed. She shivered and groaned. He dipped his head and took a long lap of the juices seeping from her body. She whimpered, but this time stayed completely still.

“Good girl,” he said softly. He pushed two fingers into her, and began to slowly fuck her with them. She moaned and quivered. He added another finger and increased his tempo. Her breathing was coming heavy and fast. He withdrew his hand, and she protested with a small moan of disappointment. He licked his fingers clean of her sticky fluid.

“You taste dirty, Mudblood,” he said hoarsely. She protested, but he smacked her again.

“When I want your opinion, I’ll ask for it.” He lowered his hand again, and this time pushed four fingers into her. She moaned. She was discovering that she liked being dominated. His fingers moving inside of her were stretching her, and while it was painful, she realised she liked it. She kept fighting the urge to buck her hips back, not because she was afraid of him smacking her again, but because he stopped the contact with her core when he did. His hand withdrew again, and this time when she felt him pushing against her opening it was even thicker. She found she couldn’t control herself and again cried out in assent.

The sight of his whole hand nearly buried to the wrist inside her passage, almost made him come. He couldn’t take anymore. He needed to own her. He withdrew his hand, and she bemoaned the loss of feeling. He reached down, and grabbed a fist full of her hair, and yanked her head back, at the same moment he drove his shaft deep within her. She cried out in pleasure.

He began to thrust into her. She felt him release her hair, and grasp her hips so that he could slam into her even harder. She was completely lost to the feeling, and her orgasm came so quickly and violently that she couldn’t hold herself up anymore, and she slumped in the bed. He didn’t let go of his hold on her waist, however, nor did he ease the intensity of his thrusts. He was grunting and growling as he fucked her. The sensation it was causing in her was so intense that she came again, whimpering and sobbing into the mattress. He could feel his orgasm building in his gut, but he wasn’t done with her yet. He reached around her body, and thumbed her sensitive nub while he continued to push himself deep inside her warmth. When she shuddered and howled once more, he finally allowed himself relief, and emptied his seed into her, grunting. Collapsing forward, he covered her limp body with his own, gasping for air. He could feel her body shuddering with the aftershocks of her pleasure. He raised his head slightly, and leant into her.

“Don’t disobey me again, Granger,” he murmured in her ear, before kissing the base of her neck. He left her lying face down on the bed, her shirt and bra ripped, her skirt still up over her bum and her underwear around her thighs.

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When she entered the Great Hall for breakfast the next day, he was pleased to note that her eyes immediately sought him out. She blushed when he saw him, and he fought the urge to smirk at her knowingly. He did wink at her, before he tore his gaze away and resumed eating. He kept watch of her movements out of the corner of his eye. She had moved to her own table, and was greeting her friends, albeit somewhat shyly. Probably petrified of someone finding out what she’d let him do to her. His cock got hard just thinking of her, arse in the air on the bed, whimpering for him to fuck her. He stifled a groan into his napkin. He noticed that she sat so that she could see him, so he glanced over to find her staring at him. He shook his head, and motioned for her to look down. She blushed and followed his direction.

As soon as she had done it, she wondered why. Was she now taking orders from Malfoy? Was she turning into his slave? Hell no, she thought indignantly. Yes, she had very much enjoyed his ministrations last night, she could still feel a dull ache on her bottom cheeks, the memory of his hand causing the pain making her shiver, but it would be a cold day in hell when a Gryffindor took orders from a Slytherin. She had to think of some way to gain control of this situation. After last night, she was quite resigned to the fact that simply ignoring him would never work, but she wasn’t going to just roll over and let him manipulate her whenever he chose.

A delicate smile crossed her lips, as she started to formulate a plan. She suddenly felt better about the day, and grabbed a bit of bacon off her plate. As she took a bite of it, she glanced over at Malfoy again. His gaze had already been on her, and it dropped to her mouth as she licked the grease from the bacon off her lips. She happily began chewing, and this time she winked at him. His forehead wrinkled in a frown.
Popping the rest of the bacon in her mouth, she grabbed her bag, and headed for the doors of the Great Hall. When she reached it, she stole a look at him over her shoulder.

What is she planning?, he thought, seeing the mischievous look in her eyes, before she turned her head away, and left the Hall. He smiled to himself. It looked like the game was afoot. He could hardly wait.