Against You

Author's Note: No, I never forgot about this story. School sucker punched me in the face, I'm sad to say. Sorry for having kept you all waiting! Enjoy this chapter like Draco enjoys...well, you'll see!

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Draco Malfoy would be the first to admit that toying with another person's feelings was fun. Be it fear, admiration or anger, simply having the power to manipulate another living, thinking being felt like being on top of the world.



Well, maybe not being on top of the world. Perhaps making the world kneel at your feet while making the world your bitch, Draco sniggered to himself. Playing with Granger had always been one of his favorite past times, and though he thought himself well beyond that (and a better man), he found out that with his sudden, explosive confession, that he still enjoyed it.



Yes, one could argue that what he was doing was regressing in terms of being a prat, but seen another way, all he was doing was cementing his position in that girl's ever rattling mind. The day Granger stopped thinking would be the day she was Avada'd. That thought gave him momentary pause.



A jet of green light hitting her. All life drained from her eyes. He could barely contain the shudder that went through him. Lately, these things bothered him. Things that had never bothered him before. He could only blame Granger.



As he pushed and pulled at her emotions--no, not her emotions, but her bodily reactions--he wondered if that "blame" is what made him tease her so. She opened up his world. Blood was just blood, nothing more, nothing less.



Then again, he thought to himself as he watched her walk out seething after his incendiary comment, maybe it's simply because she's such an easy target...



The naked body of Draco Malfoy would get many a-girl wagging their tongues and fanning their faces, but he could tell that Granger wasn't about to be done in by a simple comment like that. At the very least, she was trying very hard not to be affected by it, but he knew better than that. She was using that walk again: the nose in the air, the aura of pride and confidence. It was like a bird ruffling its feathers for intimidation. Was she really that scared of him?



They continued to check room by room, silence only interrupted by the sounds of their footsteps against the stone. Being alone with her, in the dark, not witnesses...Draco may fancy the girl, but that never stopped him from being the nefarious Slytherin he is. The thoughts running through his head...! Empty classrooms, naked bodies, her breath against his ear, begging for more, more, more...



He let out a muffled groan. His pants were tenting. That wasn't good. It would scare her off. Make her think he really was a perv, out for her knickers, but that just was not true! He liked her wit, her fire, her strength! Draco would be hard pressed to find what he didn't like about Hermione Granger, Head Girl. Except maybe Potter. Being friends with the Weasel, as well, wasn't exactly a attractive quality of hers. That Gryffindor quality of hers assured that they weren't about to be abandoned anytime soon (much to his chagrin), but if he wanted her, well, he'd just have to deal with the Dimwitted Duo.



Her footsteps stopped abruptly, and for a reason he couldn't quite comprehend (Merlin, what am I, 13 again?!), Draco grew even harder. The swotty walk the Head Girl had before all but disappeared; there was the slightest quiver in her body, the slightest tightening of her thighs.



She had heard him groan, after all.



She was three paces ahead of him. Two paces. One step left.



This girl will be the death of me, he mentally exclaimed. Her arousal was palpable in the air around them (so was his, for that matter). If she gave in now, he would take her so hard that she would be sore for days. That would not even be including the spankings he was sure to give her plump little arse. Still, it would likely only confirm what her prudish brain was likely thinking: teenage hormones!



While he craved her physical being, he wanted so much more than that. He wanted the chance to prove that he was more than a Malfoy, more than a Slytherin, more than Head Boy. He was Draco, and damn it all, he was a catch! If only she would realize that!



In time, she would, but he had to be careful. Arouse her enough to be curious, but never giving her satisfaction (Draco wagered this would be harder for him than it would be for her).



He cleared his throat, "Hurry it up, Granger, I want this to be over already."



Draco carefully made his way past her, brushing up against her robes. His tone had been just cold enough to be business-like. There was enough warmth to not be cruel. He expected quite the tongue-lashing for his callous command, but none came. Instead, a grumbled, "Not anymore than I do," came from her vicinity. Not quite what he wanted, but it still meant that she was feeling something.



Their nightly patrol wrapped itself up with little excitement to be had: just the usual students sneaking about curfew to chat with friends or snog their sweethearts. They had walked their way to the Heads' rooms in silence, neither wanted to break it. Without even a glance back at Draco, Granger walked upstairs to her room. She was agitated, he could tell. He wanted her to stay that way for a little longer. Draco followed suit soon after wards.



Removing his robes and loosening his tie, Draco simply sat in the solitude of his room for a moment. The darkness was comforting and pale, silver moonlight streaked across his bed, illuminating the inky puddle of his silken covers. In the quiet of his own bed, he finally cracked open the door to his imagination and was flooded with images of Granger.



Granger smiling. Granger laughing. Granger puckering her lips for him.



Granger standing. Granger sitting. Granger bent over the side of his bed.



His desire erupted like an ancient volcano. Draco quickly disrobed himself of what was left, heat already beginning to sear his body. Just the mere thought of her set his heart racing and his blood down south.



Draco grasped his hand around his sizeable manhood, gasping at the contact of his heated palm. He failed to foresee that all of his teasing would come back to haunt him in the midst of the night, behind closed doors, but that would be something to think about later. For now, his pulsating cock was what was most important.



With one finger, he stroked the underside of the shaft. First all the way up to the head, then all the way back down, and upwards once more. He shuddered as he imagined her small, wet tongue against him instead.



With an impish smile, Granger stuck her tongue out and brushed it against his balls, then slowly dragged it upwards. Draco couldn't stop the moan that came with the action. She licked him slowly, methodically; Granger was exploring his sensitivity (and thoroughly enjoying it, at that).



His eyes were squeezed shut from every tingle of pleasure, but he forced his gray orbs open to stare at the lovely young woman before him. Her chocolate eyes locked with his, and they twinkled with mischief. She planned to make this night long and torturous, and for once, Draco wasn't sure if his sexual prowess would be able to hold up.



She sucked the tip into her mouth, her tongue swirling against the sensitive head: up and down, left and right, then all around.



Draco tightened his hand around himself and moaned.



She must have tasted the drop of precum that formed: it was so clear on her face when she pulled away. He half expected her to be disgusted, but he remembered, that Hermione Granger is a Gryffindor! With a self-confident smile, she lowered her mouth to him once more, first taking in the head, then lowering a little more, then a little more, then...



Sweet, Merlin!



His hips bucked up over the bed, his hand stroking faster and faster to his fantasy. Precum leaked from the tip, but he didn't care. The thought of Granger taking in his manhood to the very base, sucking him, licking him, loving him, was enough to make him...



With a strangled cry, ribbons of thick cum spurted from his cock, covering his hand in it. His heart was still pounding and his mind was still filled with visions of Hermione licking him clean...



Draco was quickly making his way to the land of dreams and nightmares after cleansing himself when he idly wondered if he had remembered to put up a Silencing charm on his room...He decided that at this very moment, it didn't really matter.