Don't Touch Me

I'm going to do things a little different in this one. Instead of writing two chapters in two different POV's, I'm going to try and do it within the same chapter. I did it for one other story on a different site and it seemed to work out okay. Let me know what you think of this one. Not much bang for your buck in this chapter, but sue me for liking a little plot with my smut. Nothing is mine....damn it all. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo Malfoy exited the common room minutes after Hermione. He walked slower than usual - he was still hurting from last night's sexual encounter with the head girl. But there was no way he was going to let a little pain get in the way of seeing the disintegration of the Gryffindor trio first hand. As he rounded the last staircase, he saw her standing outside the Great Hall in, what seemed from afar as, a state of confusion. Malfoy watched from one level above as she turned away from the entrance, did a quick determined about face, pause at the entrance, only to finally turn away once more. 'Ah, inner conflict, I love this part,' he thought. He knew she didn't want to lose her friends, but he also knew that her conscience wouldn't let her live with the guilt of what she had done...they had done...the previous night. It was this inner turmoil he saw play out in her features. The utter hopelessness, the ultimate conundrum, the brilliant fuck-a-row she currently found herself in. 'It doesn't get any sweeter than this,' he thought without so much as a twinge of guilt. 'Good, let the little lioness feel like shit...she should, after what she pulled on me. Tell me I wouldn't ever make love to her...well maybe I never would, but it doesn't' mean I wouldn't be able to make her think she was being made love to...if Pansy could fall for it.... What does it matter how bloody fantastic she was...how equally matched we were, how fucking mind-blowing... that just the thought of her surrounding me makes me want to...how much I still want...', he moaned aloud. 'Fuck me. Fuck it all.' He leaned against the banister for support. The aftermath of last night's strenuous activities was really starting to take it's toll on his body. She was about to enter the hall. She was actually going to do it: have dinner with her friends and then condemn their six year friendship to hell, and all because he had demanded satisfaction. The honor of a Gryffindor - he'd never understand it. If he had demanded it from any other girl, especially a Slytherin, she probably would have told him to go fuck himself. 'But not my Granger...moral to the core, that one - no matter how angry she is at the time. Wait. Not...my...Granger. Shit...not my Granger at all! Damn it, I've got to get this...this mudblood out of my head.' He looked towards the entrance to the hall again and couldn't help the devilish smile that crept across his face. 'I knew it,' he said to himself as she walked through the archway into the hall. He knew in the long run, she'd do exactly what he asked, with her head held high, shoulders squared and smile on her face. Why? Because she was a Gryffindor through and through, all brass and balls with courage in her heart to face anything, to stand up to anyone...even a Malfoy. Malfoy forced back a grimace of pain as he stepped into the foyer. He hung back a second as Pansy and her friends came up from the dungeons. If he could get through dinner without dealing with her, he'd consider himself very lucky indeed. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo Pansy was livid...oh, she pretended not to see Malfoy lurking by the staircase - but the fact was, she didn't need to see him. She could smell him; she new his cologne from thirty meters - that expensive, musky kind that made her private areas clench as the slightest scent of him carried in the air to her purt pug nose. Every time she met him at the pitch after a rigorous Quidditch workout, she would always have to change her panties afterward. The smell of that cologne mingling with the sweat and heat coming off his body was enough to make her cream herself, but not today. Malfoy stood her up last night. He managed to escape her this morning, refused to answer when she went to the head's dormitory in the afternoon, but tonight at dinner, she was going to let him have it. She just knew he was with another girl. If he wasn't, he would have approached her this morning and explained. She would confront him after dinner. She would take him outside the hall and make him tell her what he had done last night and with whom. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo The Great Hall was packed as usual. Most of the students opted to eat early on Saturday evenings so they had the rest of the night to study, snog, or sneak around the castle doing Merlin-knows-what. Though he and Granger had patrolled the night before, it was part of the head boy and girl duties to patrol the last Saturday of each month, and unfortunately, that Saturday was today. Tonight was going to be an interesting night...on many levels. Hermione was already seated when Malfoy entered the hall. A quick sideways glance at the Gryffindor table confirmed Granger was sitting across from Potter and Weasley, facing the Slytherin table. He silently reveled in the fact that he would have a perfect view of her face when her two mates broke her heart and stormed out of the hall when she told him of her night of debauchery...with their enemy. As he sat in his usual spot, he noticed that she looked uncomfortable sitting there trying to pretend that everything was okay. He was sure she was making up excuses for staying shut up in her room all day. Blaise clapped him on the back as he sat down next to him and felt a harsh stab of pain. His back suddenly felt like it was on fire and the pain must have showed on his face because Blaise asked if he was okay. Malfoy reached for the mashed potatoes, trying to ignore the soreness of his back. He took a deep breath and tried to will the throbbing to stop. "It's nothing," he said through clenched teeth, dismissing Blaise's concern. "Things just got a little rough last night and I took a bit of damage...all in the line of sexual duty, of course. I assure you..." he took another breath, "I'm fine." Blaise quirked an eyebrow and swallowed his food. "Anyone I know, mate?" "No one for you to be concerned about, Blaise." "But I do know her, right?" He elbowed him lightly in the side, "come on Draco, share...that's what housemates do," he goaded. "I do NOT share. I may brag about my sexual prowess and then belittle yours...but I do not share and especially not today." "Alright fine. Can you give me a clue? Would I be interested in pursuing said strumpet?" Draco found himself saying, "she's not a strumpet," before he could stop the words from spilling out of his mouth. Malfoy quickly shoved a forkful of potatoes in his mouth. 'Damn it.' "Okay. Would I be interested in pursuing this...lady?" "Drop it Blaise, she's not your type." "I have a type? Since when do I have a type? You know me, if there's a girl who's willing and able...she's my type. Hmmmm....not a strumpet....not a strumpet..." Blasie mused while Draco reached for the gravy. He tried to guess, "is it that new 5th year? What's her name...Ariana Wurthington? I think she was put into Hufflepuff?" "A Hufflepuff? You've GOT to be kidding me," Malfoy said truly aghast at the thought. "Right, right. Sorry. Perish the thought. What could I have been thinking? But, come on. Help me out here. You know I'm not with anyone right now," he whispered conspiratorially to Draco, "I need to live vicariously through you." "You're hopeless, you know that?" Draco said. Blaise ignored his comment. "Well...after the way Pansy was bitching and moaning this morning, I know you weren't with her last night. "Ha! She put Pansy to shame last night." 'Bollocks!' Malfoy shoved another forkful of potatoes in his mouth - he needed to stop talking and right now before Blaise figured it out. "Really?" Blaise said in a singsong tone. "Well, I also know it couldn't have been any of our Slytherin girls, since you've done all the ones that have come of age. Not to mention the fact that Pansy would probably disembowel any of her girlfriends that touched you. She's really angry, by the way...best stay away from that one." "Yeah, I kind of gathered since she's been giving me death glares since I sat down." "A ripe Ravenclaw, then? You know how they can be when given the right...motivation?" "Let it go Blaise," he warned. "Well, it couldn't be a Gryffindor...you wouldn't be caught dead with one of...those," Blaise reasoned as he dug in to his plate of food. Malfoy didn't comment. At the sound of laughter, he glanced across the room. Potter and Weasley were hysterical about something. He watched Granger give a small smile and say something to the two of them. Once her part of the conversation was over, her features reverted back to looking sad and worried as she twirled a piece of hair around her finger. Malfoy fleeting stab of pain in his chest but immediately dismissed it as part of his injuries. Still staring at the female member of the trio, he sighed heavily and shoved a piece of chicken into his mouth. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo Harry and Ron sat across from Hermione. They were currently catering to her - passing this, serving that, refilling her pumpkin juice. Hermione had just finished telling them that last night she had a migraine headache that kept her up for most of the evening. She didn't feel well enough to get out of bed until late this afternoon. 'It's not a complete lie,' she told herself. After their obligatory: 'you study too much Hermione, you need to loosen up', they settled into their Saturday supper routine. Harry and Ron talked of Quidditch while Hermione pretended to listen. At one point, she looked towards the Slytherin table to see he head boy speaking intently with Blaise Zabini. She knew he wouldn't ever tell their secret. No, that unfortunate job was left to her. A feeling of dread filled her heart. Her eyes started to water. 'I will not cry!' she vehemently scolded herself. 'That's probably just what Malfoy wants - for me to break down and lose it right here in front of everyone.' She took a large swallow of pumpkin juice to try and squash the anguish from her heart. 'Maybe Harry and Ron will forgive me? It was just one night. And the only reason I started the whole damn thing was because Malfoy was being such a total git. The three of us have shared over six years of friendship...that bond had to be stronger than one night of naughty, dirty, obscene....wonderful...memorable...uh...evil sex between two enemies.' Suddenly Ron said something that caught her attention. "....Malfoy. Just look at him. Probably plotting his next conquest. He's always whispering with Zabini like that...makes you wonder...you know?" Harry and Hermione both looked at Ron - puzzled. Ron began to explain, "Maybe he and Zabini...?" Harry busted out laughing. "That might explain some things..." Now Ron was laughing, almost shooting pumpkin juice out his nose, "hey, maybe that's why he's always picking a fight with you Harry...that's his foreplay...maybe he actually fancies you, mate." At Ron's vile suggestion Harry stopped laughing, all the color drained from his face, and looked at his red-headed friend with worry in his eyes. Hermione took that as her cue, "he's only joking Harry, relax." She nibbled on her lower lip, "I'm sure Malfoy isn't into boys - if his father wasn't already dead, he'd kill him." Ron finally got himself under control. "Really, mate...just joking...he is with Parkinson you know...though she can be pretty manly at times." Hermione gave a small smile at Ron's comment. "Heard he had a pre-arranged evening planned with her last night," Ron continued in between bites of food. "But he didn't show." "Yeah, I heard her out by the lake this afternoon bitching about it to her friends - I've never seen her so angry...and at Malfoy! Like that git is anything special," Harry said. "Maybe he wasn't with anyone last night, maybe he went to bed...alone." Hermione said unexpectedly. She suddenly found that she was digging herself into a deeper hole for no reason. After dinner she would have to confess everything that happened between her and Malfoy. "Sure, maybe he slept by himself, but he definitely had company last night," Ron said. "How do you know?" she asked. "Because when we went to pick you up for breakfast this morning, Malfoy told us he returned to the head's dormitory very late last night and saw that you were still up studying. I'm surprised you didn't hear him come in," Ron said taking a sip of pumpkin juice. She moved her food around on her plate. "I was engrossed in my work. I suppose...that...and the headache - I guess I wasn't feeling well enough to notice him," Hermione explained. She didn't realize he had covered for her earlier in the day. Ron and Harry moved on to more talk of Quidditch while she pondered Malfoy and his actions of late. Twirling a strand of hair around her finger, she gazed into her plate of food wishing for the hundredth time that she didn't have to give up her two best friends in order to rectify her guilt over what she had done to Malfoy. xoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxo "Will you just let it go?" Draco said, clearly getting annoyed. "I don't want to discuss it." "Why not? We always discuss it. In fact, we usually dissect it." Blaise was not against begging. "Please, Draco...you've got to give me something. What makes this girl so special?" Draco was in mid-bite when he heard a familiar high pitched voice from behind. "Yes Draco, please tell us. What makes the girl you stood me up for sooooo special?" xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo Pansy's voice carried through the crowded dining hall. All it took was a few students to notice her get up from her seat from the opposite end of the Slytherin table. It was like a chain reaction; this one nudged that one, a few whispers here for a sudden hush to fall over the room. From the time it took for Pansy to walk the length of the table, you could almost hear a pin drop. Seconds before Pansy stood behind Draco, Ginny had nudged Hermione out of her thoughts and nodded towards the Gryffindor house rivals. It was then that Hermione along with pretty much everyone else in the Great Hall, heard Pansy's sarcastic question that demanded Malfoy's answer. "What makes the girl you stood me up for soooo special?" And with heart pounding in her chest and lump in her throat, Hermione waited for his answer. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo There were two ways to handle this situation that came to mind: deny and play innocent, or face her and fight. Malfoy wasn't in the mood for either. He was in pain and he was just too damn tired to deal with Parkinson right now. He barely acknowledged her presence. "Can we discuss this later Pans? I'm too tired right now." "And why is that Draco? What were you doing last night, without me, that's got you so tired today?" It was then that he really noticed how quiet it was in the hall. He could almost feel hundreds of eyes on him waiting to see how he would respond to her accusation...waiting to hear about the latest Malfoy conquest. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo "Makes you wonder what girl in this school besides Parkinson would be desperate enough to shag Malfoy," Ron whispered to Harry and Hermione. "Poor girl, maybe he forced her?" Harry suggested. Hermione couldn't tear her eyes away from the scene playing out before her. 'If they only knew that I was the one who seemed to do all the forcing...at least, in the beginning.' She saw Malfoy slam his hands down on the table and look at her for a split second before he stood up and faced Pansy. In that instance, she knew. She had to tell Harry and Ron before Pansy forced it out of Malfoy. If he confessed to the affair first, it would be all over the school in a matter of hours...and it would only make it worse for her to face Harry and Ron. She downed the last of what was in her goblet and took a deep breath. "I need to talk to both of you," she whispered, "now, in private...let's go." "But Hermione," Ron whined. "We haven't had dessert yet and it looks like there's going to be after-dinner fireworks tonight," he indicated by nodding towards Pansy and Malfoy. "Yeah, I want to see Malfoy put in his place." 'If only they knew,' she thought. 'All those places and positions Malfoy and I did it in last night...Merlin, please let them forgive me.' "Please," she said practically begging. "It can't wait." xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo "Not now Pansy, I said we'll talk later," Draco said through clenched teeth. Blaise had inched away from Malfoy when his friend had turned to address Parkinson. There was no way he wanted to get caught in the middle of the melee if Pansy started letting hexes fly. "NOW Draco," she said in a loud demanding tone. Malfoy slammed his hands down on the table and with a quick look in Granger's direction he stood up and faced Pansy. "If you insist," he said harshly. Grabbing her by the upper arm, he practically dragged her from he Great Hall. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo You could hear the collective 'awwwwwww' of the rest of the students voicing their disappointment as the two Slytherins quickly left the hall to argue in private. "Looks like there won't be any fireworks in the hall after all," Harry said. "where did you want to talk Hermione?" "Library?" she suggested rather nervously. "Should have known," said Ron and the three got up to leave. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo Ignoring the blatant stares and whispers, Draco forcibly escorted Pansy into the foyer where she was finally able to wrench her arm out of his grasp. She immediately started in on him. She pushed his back into the nearest wall and got right up in his face. Malfoy allowed his mask of indifference to slip across his features as he swallowed the pain that was searing up his back. He suppressed the urge to groan aloud - the scabs on his back having just re-opened. "Well? Who the bloody hell were you with last night, Draco?" "What are you talking about Pans? You know I patrolled with Granger last night," he rolled his eyes as if to emphasize what a chore it was. "She was the only one I was with." A truth that he still couldn't come to grips with but at any rate it was, indeed, the truth. "Well you obviously didn't fuck her!" she said exasperated at the mere thought of him going anything with Granger. Malfoy just started indifferently back at her. "Where were you after patrol? I waited in that cold and musty classroom for hours." "Gee Pans," he said examining his perfectly manicured fingernails, "I didn't realize we had plans for last night." To anyone passing by his subtle mannerisms indicated that he was unaffected by her anger and outrage that he missed a Friday night interlude with his...fuck-mate. But for Malfoy, he was trying his best to control the pain running up and down his spine. He played his part well, because his nonchalant actions only incised Pansy more. "You were the one who approached me in potions asking to meet," she interrupted. Her anger reverberated into the Great Hall causing a few students to turn towards the open doors hoping to hear more. "How dare you stand me up and not even come to me this morning with an apology?" "Come on Pans, do you really mean to stand there an tell me that you couldn't find anyone else to fill your bed last night when I didn't show up?" "Ah, so you admit that you were supposed to show up....and...and for your information what I did after I left that classroom has nothing to do with it! The point is - we were supposed to fuck last night...we, as in you and I, together, not with other partners. Who in the bloody hell were you with?" she demanded to know. "If I remember correctly Pansy dear," his voice dripping with sarcasm, "I didn't actually confirm a meeting with you in the old Potions classroom. Snape interrupted our conversation remember? Then you went to Divination and I went to Ancient Runes. I said I would if I wasn't too tired after rounds. Since I didn't show, I would have thought you had enough brain cells in that overly coiffed head of yours to conclude that I was in fact too tired and therefore, clearly not...showing...up." He stressed the last so that it brought them nose to nose. He was slowly leaning back against the wall when he noticed the golden trio at the door to the library. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo The first thing Ron, Harry and Hermione heard when they exited the Great Hall was, "...patrolled with Granger last night. She was the only one I was with." Which was promptly followed by Pansy yelling, "Well you obviously didn't fuck her!" Now on any normal day Hermione would have been not only disgusted but offended if someone... anyone, implied those three little words in the same sentence: Malfoy, fuck and Granger. Today she was grateful that Pansy wasn't the mental giant she always proclaimed to be. Because, truth be told, she already figured out exactly what Malfoy was doing last night, Pansy was just too stupid to figure it out. Hermione had every intention of just walking by the arguing couple, but Harry and Ron heard those same three implied words and the two of them stopped in their tracks. They were about to approach Malfoy, but Hermione stopped them. "Come on, I have something I really need to talk to you both about...it's important." "But Parkinson shouldn't be saying things like that about you. Do you really want to just walk away and let it..." Ron said. "Yes," she interrupted. "I do. We need to talk, now. This can't wait any longer." "Alright, alright," Harry said feeling anxious about what Hermione had to tell them, "we'll talk. Lead the way." As the three friends crossed the foyer heading towards the library door, they continued to hear snippets of Pansy and Malfoy's argument. 'How dare you stand me up... couldn't find anyone else to fill your bed... we were supposed to fuck last night...' When they were just about at the library doors, they could hear the sarcasm weaved into Malfoy's tone, 'I said I would if I wasn't too tired after rounds. Since I didn't show, I would have thought you had enough brain cells in that overly coiffed head of yours to conclude that I was in fact too tired and therefore, clearly... not...showing...up.' At that moment, she silently thanked Malfoy for not letting his anger at Pansy get the better of him. If he admitted aloud to their encounter last night just to spite Pansy, there would never be any hope of saving her friendship with Harry and Ron. 'Take a deep breath', she said to herself. 'Here we go.' And with resolved, she put her hand on the latch and pushed open the large oak door. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo As far as Malfoy was concerned, his argument with Pansy was now over. She stood in front of him in a brooding silence. She didn't have a comeback. Seizing the opportunity, he shifted his attention to the person he had fucked all last night. "Granger!" Hermione stopped abruptly and Harry almost bumped into her. The three turned and watched Malfoy walk away from Pansy. "We're not done, Draco," she called after him. He crossed the foyer breathing deeply through the pain that was searing up and down his back. "Oh, yes we are Pansy dear." Then added under his breath, "in more ways than one." He didn't see Pansy stomp off in a huff back into the Great Hall. Malfoy suddenly realized that he didn't have an agenda as he came to stop in front of them. His only thought was to get away from Pansy. But there was a niggling thought in the back of his mind that was plaguing him since she left their common room tonight...she was going to tell them...and that niggling thought was telling him to stop her. Harry and Ron instinctively stood in front of Hermione. "What do you want Malfoy?" Ron asked in a defensive tone. Hermione was surprised. He knew she was going to tell them after dinner. 'What does he want now?' she thought. 'An engraved apology?' "I believe I addressed the woman in this little trio of yours. Being that you were the one to answer, leads me to conclude a few unexpected things about you Weasley..." Malfoy said amused. "Bugger off Malfoy," Harry said and moved into a position that was in front of Ron and Hermione. If there was any kind of fight, Harry would be the one to face off against Malfoy. Malfoy looked past both her mates and spoke directly to Hermione. He took another breath and straightened his back wincing slightly. It did not go unnoticed by any of them. "What is it Malfoy?" she said softly. "Since you decided to waste the entire day in bed, we didn't get to discuss next month's prefects duties...we all know how you like to get everything done in an obscenely timely manner. Since we are both done with dinner I suggest we take care of it now before tonight's rounds." Hermione was confused. "But...I need to speak with Harry and Ron..." "Later!" he said with a growl. "I have plans this evening that I don't wish to be late for. Let's get this over with." "But..." "Now Granger. Really? It's not like you don't see these two every waking second of the day. I'm sure what you have to talk about can wait until tomorrow. I'll meet you back in the common room." He turned without another word and returned to the Head's dormitory. "What's up his ass?" Ron asked. "He just had a fantastic row with Parkinson, what do you think is up his ass?" Harry replied. "Do you want us to go with you Hermione? We could talk when you're done with Malfoy..." Hermione had been looking past Harry and Ron watching Malfoy walk away. She had a puzzled look on her face. "No," she answered slowly. "It's okay. He's right...it's my fault we didn't get the prefect's duties done today, since I wasn't feeling well. I would like to get it done before patrol tonight." "You sure?" Ron asked. She faced them and smiled reassuringly. "Yes, really...it's fine. We'll talk tomorrow...good night." But Harry and Ron didn't wish her good night. All they could do was wish her good luck. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox