Poison

Chapter Six - Caught In the Web

It was an apprehensive Draco Malfoy that left the Potions classroom that day. Hermione had been her typical aloof self, not succumbing to the same nervous energy that she’d been giving off yesterday in transfiguration. Try as he might to get a reaction out of her, he was left wanting. When class had ended, she’d packed up and dashed away before he’d even had a chance to get near enough to her to make a comment, nasty or otherwise. It was making him crazy. When had he become so needy? He had a free period now, so he headed towards his room. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice he was being watched from the shadows.

She’d hoped that her indifference to him in class, coupled with the mysterious look she’d given him at breakfast, would have him deep in thought, so that he wouldn’t see her hiding in the door way of an unused classroom. She was right. As he walked closer, she shrank back against the wall of the classroom. He was just past the doorway when she moved quickly, one hand closing over his mouth, the other arm snaking around his neck to pull him backwards into the room. She let him go and he fell against a desk. She kicked the door shut, and whipped out her wand, locking it before turning to him.

He looked up at her, thoroughly caught off guard, but pleasantly surprised that she’d been able to pull it off. Before he could say anything, she was pushing him backwards onto the desk, her lips connecting with his. Once he was sitting firmly, she climbed astride him, never breaking the contact between their mouths. He found himself enjoying this aggressive Granger just as much as the one that begged him. His hands closed around her waist. She pulled away from him and slapped his face.

“No,” she said, yanking his arms off her and pushing him backwards. “You don’t get to touch this time.”

He grinned. OK, he could play this game. He looked up at her, and she slowly started to unbutton her blouse from the bottom up, exposing first her navel, then her ribs before showing him the fabric of the lacy bra she had rushed back to change into after breakfast. She was enjoying watching him watch her. His chest was heaving, and his lids drooped as he eyes clouded with lust. Finally she had finished the buttons, but to torment him, she didn’t remove the shirt straight away. Instead, she ran her hands down her neck and over the outside of the fabric, cupping her breasts from the side before running one hand down her waist and slipping it across her stomach inside her shirt. He groaned and reached for the fabric to open it up and let him see her body. Quick as flash, her wand was pointed between his eyes.

“Don’t make me body-bind you, Malfoy,” she said threateningly. He let his hand drop back. He hadn’t realised it was going to be so hard not to touch her. He watched as she shifted her weight down his legs a bit, and stroked the bulge of his cock through his pants. He hissed at the sensation, and tried to grind his pelvis into her hand. She gripped him tight, and he yelped.

“Behave, or you are going to get hurt,” she said, sweetly. He stilled his movement, and she realised her grip on him. Unbuckling his belt, she stared into his eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. Gods, she was sexy. She pulled the belt off and leant over him, her shirt falling open. He could see the swell of her breasts and he made to reach up and touch them. Quick as a flash, she grabbed his wrists and wrapped the leather belt about them tightly before buckling it again. Surveying her handy-work, and smiled. Only now did she fully remove her shirt and bra, exposing her breasts to his eager gaze. Closing her eyes, she ran her hands up her own body until she was cupping them, their rosy peaks wrinkled and erect. Her fingers reached higher to squeeze and twist her nipples, and she dropped her head back, moaning and wantonly grinding her hot mound against the straining bulge at his groin.

‘Gods, Granger,” he whispered hoarsely, not even realising he’d said the words out loud.
She shimmied down his body, and slowly unzipped his trousers. He watched, mesmerised, as her small hand clasped his aching shaft, and couldn’t resist pushing up, groaning. She immediately released him, and crossed her arms over her chest.

“You aren’t playing by the rules, Malfoy,” she scolded, pouting. His breath caught in his throat. He had seen girls pout before. Hell, his mother was the Queen of Pout. Pansy held that title at Hogwarts. But there was something about a half-naked Hermione Granger practically sitting on his rigid cock and pouting at him that made him see stars. He knew that at that very moment, she could ask him to dye his hair black, wear spectacles and try to save the day at any given opportunity, he’d do it – if it meant he could get inside her pussy.

“I’m sorry, Granger,” he begged, “Please, don’t stop,”
“What’s my name?” she purred, running her fingers up his chest.

“Granger,” he sighed. She gripped his nipples tight, and twisted them. He gave a sharp cry at the sudden pain she’d just caused him.

“I’m sorry?” she asked pleasantly.

‘Hermione… it’s Hermione…” he cried, not wanting to push her too far. Satisfied, she released his tender flesh and rubbed her hands over the angry red marks that appeared. Then she reached down and flipped up her skirt, showing him that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. He groaned with longing. She’d been sitting across the room from him in Potions, wearing no underwear. She shifted her body up, till her tits were dangling in his face, just out of reach. He tried to touch one with his tongue, but she jerked backwards and slapped him again.

“I’ll stop right now if you can’t do what you’re told. Do you want me to stop?” she asked.

“No! Gods, no,” he said, trying not to sound too desperate.

“Good. Now, stay still or I’ll leave you here, like this,” she said with a warning tone, pushing herself down until the head of his cock was resting against her opening. He closed his eyes in anticipation of being buried inside her warmth. Instead, she rubbed herself up and down his shaft once, twice, three times, and then allowed just the head of his cock to enter her welcoming heat before she pulled away again. She repeated this teasing movement several more times, with agonizing slowness. He groaned, wanting desperately to just push up into her. To be so close to where he wanted – no, needed – to be, but still so far, was driving him mad.

‘Please, Gra…uh, Hermione, please,” he begged softly, his whole body shaking with need.

At the sound of her name voluntarily coming from his mouth, she raised her hips just high enough to impale herself on him. He groaned in satisfaction. She began to ride him, lifting herself almost off his cock before slamming back down again. He was grunting with the effort of not thrusting his hips up to meet her – he certainly didn’t want her to stop now. She leant forward and kissed him, and he growled when he felt her tongue in his mouth. Such a primal noise coming from the normally poised Prince of Slytherin made her skin prickle with power, and she came in a rush, tremors running all through her body. She slowed her movements slightly while she recovered, but she didn’t stop entirely. She was determined to make him come. She began to ride him faster, and he moaned her name, begging for release. She clasped his chin and kissed him, with more urgency than before. This time, he opened his eyes to look at her when she pulled away from him. She had thrown back her head and was clutching his shoulder, gasping for air. Her breasts bounced with every move she made, and their motion had him hypnotized – until one of her hands snaked between them to brush against her clit. The sight of her hand in her most intimate place just as he felt her inner muscles clench and throb around him again was enough to send him crashing over the edge. She was so lost in ecstasy that she didn’t notice when he disobeyed and started to thrust into her, crying out her name as he emptied himself in her depths. Her orgasm slowly subsided, and she fell forward against him, panting and trembling. When she had recovered enough to move, she fumbled with one hand for her shirt and pulled it on, not bothering with her bra. Still on his lap, she reached up and undid the buckle on his belt, freeing his arms. His hands moved quickly, and before she could climb off, he caught her by the waist and kissed her. She pulled away, eyes wide, and slipped from his grasp. She grabbed her belonging and fled the room, and him, doing up her buttons as she went.

He watched her go as he reclined against the desk, a smirk forming on his face. This little war was starting to get interesting.

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He was sitting at the desk in the common room when she walked in that night. For a moment she just stood in the doorway and watched him, unsure of how to act. He continued to scribble on the parchment in front of him, whilst reading out of an open text. She was momentarily mesmerized as she watched the hand holding the quill, remembering how it felt last night to have that hand pushing into her. She felt a familiar rush of warmth between her legs, and shifted her weight slightly.

“Can I help you with something, Granger?” he asked, not looking up.

“Uh…no,” she murmured.

“Well, can you please stop standing there, staring at me? I’m trying to do my Transfiguration homework,” he said, indifferently.

She shrugged her shoulders, made her way to the other side of the desk, and began to unpack her own homework. Once she was settled, she glanced over at him. He was continuing the charade of doing his work, so she resolved to ignore him, and get this work done; after all, she couldn’t let him pass her in grades - that simply wouldn’t do at all.

Damn her, he thought. She was fighting the battle a little too well. He wasn’t used to women fighting him, and after her attack on him this afternoon, he was determined that the next victory would be his. After her cool acceptance of his rejection just now, he realized that she wasn’t going to make it easy. Keeping his head pointed down, he chanced a glance at her from under his lashes. She was working calmly, not letting him affect her at all. It made him angry, but excited him at the same time. If he’d known that trying to break Granger would be this much fun, he might have started earlier.

She decided it was safe to sneak a peek, and saw his lips twitch as he tried to suppress a smile. She couldn’t let him get the upper hand again, so she wracked her brain for a way to keep control. A sneaky idea formed in her mind, one worthy of a Slytherin. Letting her quill fall next to her parchment, she stretched her arms over her head, yawning. He looked up at the noise. She rolled her head, and then moved her arms to stretch them out behind her. The movement pushed her breasts forward, making them strain against the wool of her school jumper. Sitting up, she fanned her face with one small hand, and glanced towards the fireplace

“Is it hot in here?” she asked innocently. She pulled her jumper over her head, and slung it over the back of her chair. He felt his jaw drop as he realized that she hadn’t put that bra back on after the episode after potions. He could see the dark pink of her nipples through the white of her school shirt, and his cock hardened painfully fast. He suddenly remembered her lack of underwear earlier that day, and wondered if she was still bare-arsed under that prim little skirt. The resolve to dominate her left him, and he leant down to look under the desk.

She kept her knees together until she was sure he was looking, and then she slowly opened them, using her fingers to inch her skirt up, so that he got a good look at her pussy. She almost laughed out loud when his head hit the desk as he jerked his head up. When he emerged from under the table, rubbing the back of his head and looking at her in amazement, she smiled sweetly, picked up her quill and started working again.

He could hardly believe that Miss Goody-Two-Shoes had not only gone braless to afternoon classes, but knickerless too. The thought made his already erect member throb painfully. He had to taste her again. Pushing his chair back, he dropped under the desk and crawled on hands and knees to reach her, before dropping back to rest on his heels. He could smell her arousal, and it was taking all of his normally infallible self-control not to take her hard and fast.

She gave a smirk once he had disappeared under the table, and felt her pussy getting warmer. She waited with bated breath for the inevitable touch, but even though she was prepared for his warm hands on her knees, she still moaned at the contact. She leant back in the chair, shivering when she felt his breath on her moist folds. She cried out in delight when his fingers gently parted her, and his tongue travelled the entire length of her, coming to rest on her pleasure button. She felt a finger pushing into her, and her clit was enveloped in his mouth before the softness of his tongue flicked over it. She was moaning frantically, gripping the desk and pushing her hips forward, trying to get more contact.

He slipped another finger into her, and she came apart, yelling his name out loud. He waited for her body to slump forward over the desk with a thud before he released her, removing his hand from inside her. He scooted out from under the desk to stand next to her. She lifted her head to look at him, and a small seductive smile crossed her lips. He growled, and bent over, grabbing her shoulder and twisting her around as he claimed her lips in a violent kiss. He shifted his weight until he was firmly between her legs, her back flat on the desk behind her. Breaking the kiss, he stared down at her. She looked back, that same little smile on her lips again.

Grabbing her legs, he pulled them upward until her skirt fell back, once again exposing her to him. He ran a finger along her still-wet folds, eliciting a sigh from her as her eyelids fluttered closed.

“Open your blouse,” he snarled. Her eyes snapped open and held his gaze as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her breasts. He reached down and massaged them, rolling the nipple between his fingers and thumbs, again causing her to moan. He presses his groin to her eager flesh, and she gyrated against him wantonly, crying out again. He was in danger of blowing too soon, so he took a step back, releasing his hold on her. She lay there squirming for a few moments, before opening her eyes to look at him again.

Searching his expression for a reason why he stopped, she read his need to dominate her in his eyes. She decided that she wouldn’t submit to him today - if he wanted her to beg, he would be deeply disappointed. Instead, she stared straight into his eyes, letting her hands drift down her body and over the bunched-up fabric of her skirt. She suppressed a smile at the widening of his eyes as he watched the progress of her hands as they made their way between her parted thighs. She started to rub small circles over the sensitive bud at the top of her folds, while carefully pushing two fingers of her other hand inside herself. This was the first time she’d ever done this with an audience, and she sincerely hoped that it was visually pleasing. If the look on his face, and the fact that he had started to move his own hand over the bulge in his trousers was anything to go by, her hope was more than satisfied. She began to get lost in the sensations her hands were bringing, and she closed her eyes, blocking him out.

Watching her lying there pleasuring herself in front of him was more that he could take. Releasing his aching cock from the confines of his trousers, he closed a fist around his hardness and began to wank slowly, watching her hands as she performed that most intimate of acts. He wanted desperately to take her, hard, but his need to see her make herself come was greater. She increased the tempo of the fingers she was plunging in and out of her passage, and she was moaning, completely lost to the moment.

She reached her crescendo and her back arched as she came, moaning loudly and trembling all over. She felt his fingers close over her wrists and he yanked her hands away from her still-quivering pussy. Opening her eyes, she watched as he grabbed her knees and pulled her along the desk until she was balancing right on the edge of it. Positioning himself at her entrance, he wrapped his arms around her legs and slammed into her tight heat, groaning loudly as her inner muscles clamped around him.

He watched her writhing on the table as his cock, coated in her juices, plunged in and out of her slick passage. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk and she threw her head back, crying out in pure ecstasy as he pounded furiously into her. He was rapidly losing his battle with self-control, and began to will her to come. He didn’t realise that he was actually chanting it out loud.

She could hear him, through the haze of her passion, saying, “Come, Granger, come,” over and over again, and felt herself fall over the brink, screaming her pleasure to whatever Gods were listening in the skies above.

He felt her shuddering, and heard her scream, and allowed himself to be lost in her. The sensation started in his gut and travelled up his spine; he let out a hoarse moan, thrusting somewhat erratically as he emptied himself inside her. He collapsed forward, still inside her warmth, gasping for breath. He could feel her chest heaving against his as she, too, fought for air.

Her legs closed around his waist, and she wrapped her arms around his trembling body. She smiled softly, her eyes drifting shut. This was nice, she thought, drowsily, It would be easy to just fall asleep like this. Her hand drifted up his back lightly, then down again. She felt him twitch slightly at the movement, then he sighed into her neck.

Almost simultaneously, they both started at the intimacy of the situation, and he started to pull away, even as she loosed her hold on him and tried to push him off her. Clutching her shirt to her chest with one hand, she yanked her skirt back down with the other.

“Bit late for modesty now, Mudblood,” he sneered. Her brow furrowed in anger, and she reached behind her, picking up her Transfiguration textbook and flinging it at him, before jumping off the desk.

He dodged the book easily enough, but wasn’t fast enough to miss the fist following it, and it connected soundly with his jaw. He grunted in shock, and stumbled backwards.

“Get stuffed, you… you... Pureblood prat!” she sobbed, before dashing to her room, slamming the door behind her. He was left standing there, rubbing his jaw.