Dancing With Dragons

Starts to get a little more steamy and complicated.

CHAPTER 6: The Things I Could Teach You

She paced the room for the remaining fifteen minutes wondering if Draco was already down there. As soon as the clock hit seven-thirty she was basically running down the stairs. What she found was not what she had been expecting.

She came to dead halt to find Malfoy making out with another girl. She just stood there staring as flash backs of Tom came into her head. She knew it was stupid because it wasn’t a date, but she suddenly wanted to cry. Then anger build inside of her and she want to kill Malfoy and this other woman. She got an evil thought in her mind.

“Oh Malfoy dear, how I hate when you bring your little fuck toys back to the dorm with you.” Draco jumped up to face her and the other girl, who Hermione had never seen before and realized probably didnt go to school with them, flew back to other side of the couch. Hermione smiled so deliciously evil at the both of them.

“What the fuck Draco," the girls thick obviosuly American accent range out. Hermione didn't even want to know how Malfoy got her into the school. "Who the hell is this? For your information I am not a fuck toy, tramp.” Hermione just laughed. So funny to have someone actually call her a tramp. Something was just coming over her. Malfoy still looked taken back. Good, she thought, time to have some real fun. She stalked towards Malfoy and watched him notice, for the first time, what she was wearing.

“Oh how cute Malfoy, this one doesn’t know. And I thought we were being a good little boy?” She stopped in front of Malfoy only inches away looking over his shoulder at the other girl that she didn’t recognize. “Normally you invite me to join in when you bring them back.”

“ Oh no wait, I am so not doing this. You didn’t tell me you were into threesomes.”

“Threesomes baby, more like foursomes and moresomes.”

“What are you doing Granger.” Malfoy had finally gotten his wits about him and he was pissed. Hermione loved it. She tried to move past him but he wouldn't budge. She placed her hands on his chest staring at him in the eyes letting all her anger and hurt shine through. She slid her hands up and down once and then pushed him out of the way.

Taking large graceful steps, swings her hips, Hermione stalked towards the other girl. She felt like a different person; more powerful somehow. The girl, realizing what was happening, pulled away. Pushing her self further in to the couch she scowled up at Hermione. Hermione could tell she was trying to be defiant and it made her laugh. Hermione stood there examining the other young women. Finally she turned to Malfoy.

“ She pretty. I guess she will do.”

“ I will not do. Who the hell is this girl Draco. You didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend.”

“I don’t.” Malfoy growled.

Hermione walked back to Malfoy but kept her eyes on the girl. “He always says that when he wants to keep pretty girls to himself.” She turned to Malfoy and made a decision. “So very naughty of you Draco.” Then with out warning she pulled herself to her tippy toes and kissed Malfoy. At first Malfoy didn’t react, but Hermione didn’t stop becoming more forceful until Malfoy responded. As soon as he did he over powered her. He pulled her close around her waist until their bodies flushed.

“Your both total freaks and Draco you’re a scum bag. I can't believe the floo all the way here from the States for this shit. ” The other girl yelled and than slammed the portrait door behind her. At first Hermione only took notice to the girl’s actions as if from a distance. Her arms were around Malfoy’s shoulder. Their kissed had deepened and become more passionate. Malfoy bit her lips until she allowed him further accesses. For a few moments Hermione was lost in the feeling of their battling lips. The pure ecstasy of having their bodies so close was making her flush. It wasn’t until Malfoy grabbed for her ass did Hermione remember what she was doing. She pushed him back forceful panting with the loss of him. She stood there for a moment trying to compute what had just happened. How she wanted to kiss him still. Well, until she saw Malfoy’s shit eating grin and rage filled her again.

“ Don’t give me that shit eating grin you smug prick. I only did that to prove a point. How could you?!”

“ Sure you did Granger. That’s why you waited so long to push me way. I’m sure you’ve been planning that for hours. If it wasn’t for the kiss, which proves your fatal attraction for me, I’d be pissed you ruined my chance at a good fuck.”

“ You’re a pig! And get over yourself I wasn’t planning that. What I was planning on was a nice friendly dinner, Chicken Parm, and maybe for once some intelligent conversation. But obviously your dick gets in the way of your brain! How was I suppose to know you’d stoop so low and bring a fuck toy home when we were suppose to hang out!”

“ Don’t act like you don’t know, Kamilla was suppose to come by and tell you that I couldn’t make it to night. So you knew and planned on this all. Gods you pathetic.”

Hermione’s heart slowed at hearing about Kamilla. They had spent hours together and she never said a thing. Why? Maybe Malfoy was lying. It made Hermione hurt, but she knew it wasn’t Malfoy lying. Hermione just didn’t want it to be true that Kamilla was exactly what she thought she was; a heartless bitch. She’d had probably jealous of Hermione and this other girl so she set up Hermione to ruin Malfoy's night and look like an idiot. Getting all dressed up just to be dumped. But she wasn’t really be dumped. She didn’t like Malfoy like that. Okay maybe there was the kiss, and the jealousy, and the master….

“Nothing to say. Just going to stare at me like an idiot.”

“ Don’t call me an idiot and Kamilla never told me…I” Hermione was about to tell Malfoy all about what happened but she was too embarrassed “ I never saw her. I was outside all day reading.”

“Well see I didn’t do anything wrong, Kamilla just couldn’t find you.”

“WHAT! Yes you did, you trade our friendship for a cheap, quick fuck. Doesn’t that mean anything to you.” She stared to tear up. She felt so foolish. “Does anyone matter to you Malfoy? You could get laid any night of the week. I just wanted a couple hours of your time to try and be friends. You just proved there is nothing under that cover boy, bad ass, hateful persona except more sex and hate.” She was completely crying and yelling. Hadn’t she said she was through with all this? She stepped up to Malfoy looking him in his eyes. Poking him in the chest she said her most sinister, loathing, calm voice, “I hate you Draco Malfoy.” She turned to walk away, but was quickly spun back-a-round by the force of Malfoy grapping her wrist.

“Let go of me, now.” It made Malfoy pull her in closer. She tired to struggle but it was no use. Malfoy lifted her face with his hand gently and it made Hermione calm a bit. Such a gentle touch behind a strong force. “You may hate me Granger, but you want me.” What he did next was not gentle. He kissed her more rough and passionately than last time. It was his terms now, and the sheer exoticism of it all swept Hermione away before she could think. They kissed each other like freed caged beast. Hermione knew this was the closest she’d ever come to understand the impulsive mind of an animal. Everything was sensory; touch, feel, sounds, touch, feel, sounds. Everything was both more surreal and more solid. Malfoy pulled her dress up grapping her ass, and hosting her up so that her legs had to wrap around his waist or she’d fall. He nipped at her lips and made his way down to her neck. She bucked her hips and groaned. Finally, when she was sure she could take no more, she combed her fingers into Malfoy hair, and pulled him back to her lips. She found his hair soft almost feather like. She felt them move. Draco pulled them down on to the couch without releasing her lips.

Suddenly she felt a chill on her back, but it only made her hotter. He kissed his way down to her breast biting on the small cleavage. She groaned loudly. She’d never been so enthralled in a man’s embrace. Malfoy pulled her up to assault her lips, but when Hermione felt cool air on her breast she realized Malfoy’s real plan. It was the first time, since they started, that she wanted to tell Malfoy to stop. A boy had never seen her naked breasts, as all Tom and her had done was fool around in the dark. Just as she was going to protest Malfoy deepened his kiss and roughly grasped her breast. It took Hermione over the edge and all the words were lost.

At firstly he gently rolled her hard nipples between his fingers but as her groans grew deeper and louder between their kisses he starts to pinch harder. Hermione had never felt such a sensation. The feeling was shooting straight to her core. She couldn’t put it into words, but having another person touch her was almost unbearable pleasure. Suddenly Malfoy’s lips were gone from hers. Slowly they started to take over the role of his hands. He licked Hermione’s nipple very slowly coating the hard numb with saliva. Then he blew gently sending chills down her body. Hermione realized how wet she was becoming.

“Oh Merlin,” She groaned.
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Malfoy was sure he was thinking more conflicted thoughts than was natural for one person. Touching Granger was like nothing he had ever experienced and he wasn’t sure why as he done this countless times. One part of him wanted to dominate her. Take her roughly and tell her he hated her too. Another part was so undone by having her half naked and close it was almost like being a virgin again. Another smaller part, in the back of his mind, felt something different; something he didn’t have words for yet. It was more meaningful and gentle some how. This part of him wanted to be good to Granger. Wanting to make her take back those words.

He withdrew her taunt nipple from his mouth and blew cool air and watched her shiver. Then he heard her moan “Oh Merline” and he was taken over by the most dominate emotions- animalist passion. He assaulted her nipples again pushing back all the other feelings for another time. Malfoy’s didn’t have regrets.
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Hermione felt Malfoy grow more passionate sucking on her hard numbs until the line between pleasure and pain was blurred. She knew she was loosing her mind to let him do this, but she didn’t want to stop.

Malfoy started to kiss his way up to her neck and whispered, “ You don’t have to like me Granger to let me take you, fuck you.” It was all it took for Hermione’s head to clear. To here the boy she hated from years breath those words into her ear. Hermione pushed Malfoy back with her hands. When he smiled wickedly and tired to move back she pushed again and kept her hands firmly on his chest (while she tried not to wish he didn’t have a shirt on).

“That’s where you’re wrong Malfoy. I do, I mean did want us to be friends.” She pulled her dress up over her breast starting to feel rather sluty and embarrassed.

“Gods Granger just when it was getting fun you had to ruin it. Can’t you just ever let your heart lead the way instead of that big brain of yours?”

“Wow there you go being so compassionate. I am thinking with my heart. What I was just thinking with was my libido. My heart tells me to stay way from you because you’ll destroy me.” The last part she whispered. Was it true? Was her head or heart talking? She wasn’t sure.

“You’re being dramatic Granger. This is just…”

“Just what a quick fuck between mortal enemies. Oh that’s sane. That’s just it Malfoy, it’s not what I want. I think?”

“Who said we had to fuck Granger. We were just making out. (Hermione was about to remind him of the nipple sucking, but thought better of it) "Plus, I thought you weren’t going to look for love and the impossible perfection. Was that just shit?”

“No! I did mean that, but that doesn’t mean that I should give myself to someone I don’t even like. To someone who doesn’t have respect for me. I can’t do this.” Hermione pushed her self up making Malfoy get out of her way. She just wanted to go take a shower. Her head was spinning. Nothing felt real right now.

Malfoy walked in front of her. “You mean you won't do this. Why can’t you admit you want me and give in?”

“Fine! I Hermione Granger am hopelessly attracted to Draco Malfoy, once enemy now ambiguous feature in my ever-crazy world. I want you to take me and I want to love it, but its not right, okay? Does that make you happy? You just want to hear it to sooth you big ego. But unlike the other girls you tiddel I can say no. Now leave me alone.”

“No.” He moved closer to her so that she could feel his body warmth. She breathed him in deep and there was the smell of earth and ginger again. “Let me make this up to you. We can be friends okay? Lets start over. I am just…” Hermione noticed the Malfoy actually seemed nervous. “ I am not good at this friend thing especially with girls. Zibini doesn’t care if I ditch him for girls (that’s cause he hopes to get you sloppy seconds Hermione thought) and I don’t have many close friends. Girls normally just want to fuck me.”

“Oh poor baby how do you go on?” Hermione smirked up at him.

“It’s the bane of my existence, but I try to make negatives into positives.” He smiled down at her. His eyes were even shinning and Hermione thought it may be the first time she’d ever seen him genuinely smile. It made her soften.

“ If only that was true. Okay let’s start over, but I swear one more little display like that and I am not dealing with you.”

“Good. So Chicken Parm, right?”

“Yes. How do I know this isn’t all a ploy to get into my pants?”

“It could be but it wont be such I bad thing you know. Plus, if we do all this friend stuff maybe I wont even be attracted to you anymore.”

“Your a shit.” Malfoy laughed. It only took a few minutes and Malfoy had gotten them two big dishes of chicken Parm and two glasses of red wine, which Hermione found she actually liked. They sat on large, black pillows at a short, low table. It reminded Hermione of the times she eaten Japaness food with her parents.

At first the conversation went slowly, but after two glasses of wine she found she was actually enjoying her self. She could talk to Malfoy about potions theories, history, and the ministry; things she could never get the boys to talk about. Finally, the conversation turned to lighter things; gossip of course.

“So I heard Katie and Tom have been dating. I guess they bang ever night,” Hermione said looking down at her food.

“Yes, well they were, but turns out he cheated on her too.”

“What? Really?”

“Did I stutter? Turns out it wasn’t your fault Granger if you’d given it do him he would have dropped you anyway. The best part, she called him out in the middle of hallway when people were heading to classes. Tons of people heard. I doubt he gets laid till he leaves Hogwarts.”

Hermione snorted. “I wish I could have seen it. I must have been great. Who did he cheat with anyway?”

“Oh, you’ll love this. It was Serenity Mchenden.”

“No way. She that really beautiful sixth year Gryffindor, right?” Malfoy nodded. “How did he land that?” Malfoy shrugged. “I always though she was a little miss goodly two shoes like me.”

“Nah, she’s even into handcuffs and leather that one.”

Hermione mouth fell open. “When did you have intercourse with her.”

“Well Granger we had intercourse (Malfoy made quotations) in the begging of the year. Only a couple of times she was getting a little too attached.”

“ Who haven’t you had sex with? Let me guess Professor McGonagall?”

“Don’t be so sure.” Hermione made a face. “You know what I did like about Serenity she loved to fuck doggy style.”

“What? I feel like you’ve given me to much information, but I don’t know this doggy style.” Hermione was giggling at the words coming from her lips and she knew she was a little drunk.

“Gods,” Malfoy hissed, “the things I could teach you.”

“Malfoy,” Hermione responded sternly.

“Okay, okay. Doggy style is when the girl is bend over. Like over a bed or better yet on all fours. Come on, you know, you saw me and Pancy do that…”

Hermione flushed. Her and Malfoy had never talked about that night. Ever thing stilled and Hermione felt awkward. “Listen Malfoy about that night I am sorry.”

“I am not. It made it better knowing you were getting wet watching me fuck another girl.”

“Who says I was getting wet!” Hermione said and finished the rest of her wine in one gulp. Malfoy didn’t say anything at first and just poured Hermione another glass.

“Come off it Granger, it was hot. I saw your face. I was there remember.” Hermione didn’t know how to respond so she downed half the new glass of wine.

She decided to change the subject. “Here is one for you. You know what an Alaskan Pipeline is?”

“I’ll have to say I don’t Granger. Please by all means enlighten me.” Hermione was grateful Malfoy let it drop. He could be good about stuff like that.

“Oh I will. It’s where you take a large shit.”

“What Granger get the hell out of here.”

“umm excuse me I let you finish. Anyway you freeze it and than use it as an apparatuses.” She burst into fits of giggles at Malfoy’s face.

“Where did you learn that shit. Know one does that.”

“Harry and Ron of course. One night when they were both drunk.” Hermione stopped laughing when she though of the boys. Malfoy seemed to notice.

“I can’t see why, but you miss them, don’t you?”

“I don’t want to talk about.” It was Malfoy’s time to change the subject.

“Yes well have you ever heard of the Hummingbird position?” The conversation went on for some time until they both had been completely grossed out, humored, and aroused.

Hermione was into her fourth glass and was feeling great. “I really do have a lot to learn. I’ve spent so much time with my nose in books I’ve never even thought too much about sex, until now that is. Now with the war I don’t think I’ll have time to worry about it.”

“Oh Granger, the things I could teach you.” Malfoy seemed to be joking, but it actually made Hermione think. When would she really ever get another change? Ron was out of the picture and more and more she thought for good. She wanted Malfoy too. It would be great to use this as an excuse to have him.

“I might be drunk, but I think that’s actually a good idea. You can teach me everything you know about sex. It would be like a tutoring session.”

“You are drunk Granger.”

Hermione had made up her mind “No, I think this is a good idea.” Hermione stood up with some effort. “Think about it. Maybe we can start to tomorrow. Not to night I am too drunk and I want to made sure my head it clear so I can really learn. You can clean up.” She licked her lips and walked up stairs.