The Lioness of Gryffindor

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A/N Sorry about taking so long for this chapter. Between my beta and I, we've been really really busy.

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She could hear his breathing from across the room. He was really mad now. If he were a bull he would be seeing red. And the truth was, he was. But it wasn’t the red of anger. Oh sure, that emotion ran in his veins. But it was the red of her cheeks and the red of her lips. He could see in his minds eye the red of the wax burns on her breasts.

The thought of burns brought him back to the reason why he was angry. She had scolded him in the shower. How dare she hurt him so.

“You little bitch,” He spat.

“I’m the bitch! I just fucked your brains out, and you didn’t even comfort me when I was crying!”

He flinched, and his mouth hang open ready to spew his next angry comment, but nothing was said.

“And I didn’t need any help with Ginny?” She was just getting warmed up. “And coming into a common room in the nude? What where you thinking?”

She was breathing hard from yelling at him.

Draco just couldn’t think of anything to yell back at her. Somebody, somewhere was marking this date down on his or her calendar. He always had something, some form of comeback. But tonight he just didn’t have anything.

Draco just turned on his heels, a disgusted look on his face. Why should he care anything for a mudblood?

As quick as a cat, Hermione was behind him and twisted him around so he was staring right into her eyes. Both Draco and Hermione were still breathing heavily from the shouting match and the intense anger.

“You will answer my question!” She forced herself to say in a quieter voice.

“Hands off me Granger,” was all he managed.

She didn’t let go. But she did keep her eyes on his.

Both sets of eyes, grey and brown, burned with fire, and not just one type of fire. They both burned of anger, lust and passion.

They couldn’t tell who moved first, but in the next moment they were deep in a kiss. She bit savagely at his bottom lip while he moaned. He grabbed at her and pressed her hard against himself and she gasped in response.

She could feel his member hard and long against her. She ground against it to get a moan out of Draco. This worked more than she would have guessed.

His hand rose to grip her breast through the fabrics she wore. She nearly melted at the touch.

Her left hand drifted up to his silky blonde hair, the other hand falling to undo his robes. His hand whipped up like a snake and took her right hand in his. He kissed it a few times before he pulled her, with it, over to the couch. On his way, the other hand flicked and their clothes flew off, landing wherever they happened to fall. Hermione couldn’t stand this and flicked her own wand and they folded themselves.

They stood there, apparently just content to kiss until Hermione pushed him back. He totally missed the couch and landed on his back beside it on the floor.

He didn’t much care, and neither did she. She practically dove down to meet his lips. She ground into them. Getting a moan from him. He reached back and raked his wand down her spine. Neither knew what spell was behind the gesture but Hermione gasped in pleasure.

She dug her nails into the still fresh wax burns on his chest.

Draco’s hands snaked up her sides, up her neck and into her hair. He grabbed two fistfuls of her hair. He used that to hold her still as he buried his head in her chest.

Just then a loud knock sounded at the door. Both young adults stood quickly. Anger and passion forgotten for the moment, fear in both their eyes. They tore through the pile of clothes finding their own.

“That one is mine you idiot,” Hermione grabbed her robe from Draco’s hands. She then lifted the one that was too big for her and threw it at him. “That one is yours.”

“Smart arse,” Draco shot back under his breath.

The knock sounded again more urgent this time.

Hermione backhanded Draco at this moment, the anger returning to her rather quickly. The force of the blow sent him back onto the floor. And he hissed back at her.

“You bitch,” he repeated for lack of anything better. She would pay for that later.

She turned rather abruptly and walked to the door. Hermione took a deep breath, fixed her hair and reached for the knob. She pulled the door open more forcefully than she should have.

There standing in front of her door was Harry and Ron. It seems that they were friends again. But the look on their faces wasn’t at all good for her.

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