Unrequited

Don\'t own anything except the plot.
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Oh, she played the game with me for a week. Pulling me into deserted classrooms and hallways, teasing me unmercifully and then letting me go. The little wench was yanking my chain and I was going to have to do something drastic to even the score. Little did I know that something was going to deliver the perfect opportunity to punish her.

That night that the charms wore off I crept to her room. The portrait of Artemis eyed me suspiciously. But when I gave the correct password, she swung open without a word. Hermione was there in the room, I could hear her singing. But she wasn\'t in sight. I tiptoed to the bedroom. Nada. That\'s when I heard the splashing. Ooh. Delicious. She\'s in the bath. Perhaps I should join her for a bit of teasing? Yes, I should.
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Please. I knew he was there from the first. I set those charms to end at exactly the same time were placed one week later. I deliberately drew a bath knowing he couldn\'t resist perving on a girl covered in sweet smelling bubbles. And didn\'t he just take the bait?

My ears had sharpened a bit by way of a charm and I heard his normally soundless steps rumble like thunder. I swallowed back a chuckle and raised my arms to sluice water over them. He stepped into view and I raised my eyebrow at him.

\"You do know that you\'re not allowed in here and that you\'re disturbing my bath?\" I enquired mockingly. I was rewarded by the flare in his oh-so-patrician nostrils.

\"I bloody well know where I\'m at. I thought you and I should have a bit of a chat.\" He looked down on me and I could see him surreptitiously trying to peer under the bubbles.

I took pity on the poor boy and offered up a quick peek. I sat up and grabbed my wand, conjuring up a chair for him to sit on. In that process, Draco got a very nice flash of breasts. Now he was practically salivating. Predictable, like all men. But I think I pushed him a little far judging by the unholy gleam in his eye. Hmm...this business may be getting a bit dodgy here. Should I retreat or stand my ground? Well. I didn\'t get put in Gryffindor for nothing.

I caught his eyes and leisurely lathered myself. Those magnificent eyes of his gleamed like platinum in the low torchlight. Truth be told, it turned me on. *He* turned me on. And this time, he was the one who\'d come to me. I couldn\'t let the night pass without rewarding the dear boy, now could I? Mais non. However, what happened next shocked the devil out of me. But I must admit - it wasn\'t wholly unexpected.

He surged out of his chair and grabbed me from my bath. The very roughness of his actions aroused me even more. Malfoy hauled me, dripping wet with suds and scented water, out of the bath into my bed. This was definitely different from all the groping we\'d done in various deserted hallways. This was more intimate. And I found myself quivering - partly in fear and partly in something indefinable.

The feel of his shirt buttons pressing in my skin was wonderful as he kissed me hard and brutally. I met him kiss for kiss. When I reached to take his shirt off, he captured my hands and pinned them above my head. I felighlightly pervy with the mild restraint. He slid his hands down my arms and I felt goosepimples rise. All along my sides and abdomen his fingers danced but they didn\'t go where I wanted them to go. I heard myself let out a growl of impatience and he laughed at me. But he did as I wanted and put that magnificent mouth to use.

As Malfoy nipped and nibbled at my nipples I felt my bones turn to liquid. He paid them undue amounts of attention and by the time he inched his way down my body, I was just about ready to orgasm right then and there.

He skipped over every part in between and went to my feet. Who would\'ve known that my feet were such repositories of sexual pleasure? Malfoy dug his thumb into one particularly sensitive spot and I saw little white sparkles at the corners of my eyes. When my toes were wiggling of their own accord, Malfoy moved up between my thighs. The fact that I was naked and he was fully clothed only heightened what I felt.

When I went to tug at his belt, he pushed my hands away and bound them with a softly spoken charm. Ooh. Kinky. I like. And...oh...my lord. What is he doing with his tongue? Must be able to tie cherry stems in knots with that manoeuver. And then...

\"What the hell are you doing?\" I asked, infuriated.

Draco got off of the bed and moved towards the door. \"What does it look like Granger?\"

\"It looks like you\'re bloody fucking leaving.\" I tried to get up but my hands were still tied. \"Untie me.\"

He smirked that insufferable smirk. I itched to smack it from his face. \"No can do. You look like you\'re about to claw my face off.\"

\"Damn right I am. Get your arse back here!\"

\"Granger, you\'re so adorable when you\'re angry.\" Those silvery eyes gleamed at me in amusement.

\"Untie me Malfoy! Now!\" I managed to get upright. I could see him becoming engrossed in my bobbing boobs. So much the better. \"Come on, Malfoy. You know you want to.\" I pasted an alluring smile on my face. But along with his cock, his resolve to leave stiffened.

\"No. I don\'t think so. I\'m going to let you stew a bit. *Finite Incantatem*.\" He waved his wand at my wrists and they became free. But by the time I tossed my robe on, he\'d flitted out of the door.

Damn him. Now, it\'s war.