Don't Touch Me

Here's the next chapter. Please let me know your thoughts. I still have no idea where this story will end up. I'm flying by the seat of my pants over here, but I'll continue as long as you all keep reviewing. Hey, I had a dream last night that I owned the Harry Potter universe. Alas it was JUST a dream...still don't own one bit of it. Just playing with JKR's characters. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo When Hermione entered the head's common room, Malfoy was nowhere to be found. She called out for him and received nothing but silence as a reply. She went upstairs and knocked on his door. No answer. She tentatively checked the knob. It was unlocked. Opening the door she stuck her head in and inquired, "Malfoy?" to the dark room. He stood, unanswering with his back to her. Hands resting on the mantle, he stared into the fire. The silence was deafening. "Malfoy?" she asked again entering the room. " What's going on?...I was going to do what you asked...I was taking Ron and Harry to the library so I could tell them that we...so I could explain how we...what I...did to you. Why did you stop me?" He continued to gaze steadily into the fire, but his hands now gripping the mantle to keep himself upright. He thought that if he concentrated hard enough on the fire everything else would melt away. The pain in his body, the girl standing in his room, everything they did last night would just vanish out of his consciousness. The welts on his back were not getting any better. He feared that if he moved he would scream out in pain...again. As it was, he shrieked in agony a few short moments ago as the portrait closed behind him. He was going to have to ask her for help....'a Malfoy asking a mud...Granger for help. He would never live this down. Why did she have to start this whole thing? Why did she make him want...' Hermione walked into the room and stood next to him. "Malfoy", she said louder and this time with an edge in her voice hoping this time it would get his attention. She placed a hand on his shoulder and he instinctively flinched from her touch. He closed his eyes for a second and gave a small growl at the soreness in his shoulders. "You," he whispered. "I was going to tell them. Why did you stop me?" she asked getting defensive. His actions in the foyer completely contrasted with his demand before dinner. And now, he was angry with her when he was the one who stopped her from doing exactly what he wanted. He took a labored breath. "There will be no telling," he ground out trying to swallow the pain. She threw her hands in the air and paced away from him. "Well, what the hell would you like me to do then? Take an ad out in the Daily Prophet for all the wizarding world to see?" She paced back to him, hands slightly flailing in the air punctuating her words as she continued, "with big, bold, blinking type that reads 'Hermione Granger fucks Draco Malfoy' to find out how, turn to page 10?'" She paced away from him again crossing her arms, "or would you prefer I turn myself into Dumbledore, or better yet the Ministry...as you say, what I did bordered an unforgivable." Silence. "Well? What do you want me to do?" "Come here," he demanded. "What?" "Come here now!" She jumped where she stood, but didn't go to him. She had never heard him sound so seethingly angry. Hermione was rooted to the spot, too scared by the sound of his voice to return to him. "Don't make me drag you over here Granger," he said in a soft warning. "Though it would give me great pleasure, I don't think I have the strength to give it my all." He still had not turned to look at her; he just continued his careful examination of the fire. She walked cautiously towards him, and then stood waiting for an explanation regarding his change of mind. Malfoy steadied himself with one hand still firmly placed on the mantle, and when he finally turned and looked at her, she could see an array of conflicting emotions in his eyes. Anger. Turmoil. Fear. Pain. They were all there, along with a few other emotions that she was too afraid to examine more closely. Hermione thought the best way to proceed was to face him head on. "What is it? What did I do now?" she asked trying to be brave. "What you did to me..." he began trying to remain calm. "I know Malfoy, we already discussed this...I said I would tell..." "Shut it and let me finish! Damn it woman, is it just that you love to hear the sound of your own voice? Or is it that you physically can't let a man speak to you without interrupting unless said man is a teacher...and even then you do you very best to interject as often as you can. Let a man say his peace for Merlin's sake!" She instantly snapped her mouth shut and stood there waiting for him to continue. "What you did to me...what you saw this morning." He stopped and tried again. " No matter how fantastic it was receiving them at the time, the trail of marks you left on my back," he looked past her and stared at the wall, "...pains me now. I...need to be healed and since I obviously can't go to Pomfrey - you need to do it." His eyes caught hers again as he spoke the last part, and watched the look of concern wash across her face. Hermione paused for just a second and then immediately moved behind him and began taking off his robe, rushing a bit to see the damage. "Easy with the goods, luv," he hissed. "It's only by sheer force of will that I'm still standing." "Lord, Malfoy. Why didn't you say anything sooner?" she scolded. "And give you the satisfaction of besting me? I think not." Hermione sucked in a breath when she saw that his crisp white shirt was soaked with streaks of blood. She uttered a soft "fuck me". The damage she inflicted on him the night before had obviously gotten much worse since she saw him in the lavatory this morning. Hermione remembered making each and every one of the marks on his back. It was the last time they fucked during their sordid night of indiscretion. They had rolled off the coffee table and he was about to start fucking her on the floor in front of the fire. He paused for just a moment as he settled himself on top of her. He seemed to look into her very soul. Malfoy had kissed her then with such ferocity that he made her toes curl. She had pulled him to her deepening his already heated kiss. She held him so tightly it was as if she was trying to coax his entire being into herself. At that moment she wanted nothing more than to take away all his hurt, anger, and malice that he had ever felt in his life. She wanted to take it into herself and make him better. It was then that she had continually clawed at his back, trying to get into the heart and soul of what made Malfoy the man he was at that moment. Malfoy growled into her mouth and then pulled away with a gasp, he was so caught up in the pain and pleasure of the kiss that he almost forgot to breathe. He gazed into her eyes, as if trying again to consume the last of soul. She couldn't help herself. What she felt for him that instant, caused the words she spoke to flow from her like honey temping a bee. "Fuck me, baby," she whispered and grabbed the hair at the back of his neck. He immediately slipped inside her as if granting a favorite lover a last wish. "Yeah, that's it...come on, baby...fuck me through the goddamn floor," she taunted him. He bit down on her neck and relished every word as he began increasing his speed. She forced his eyes back to hers, he was powerless against the dark brown orbs that flickered yellow and orange in the firelight. "Fuck your anger right into me, baby, I can take all." She clawed him again and he screamed in pain and in lust and a hunger that needed to be satisfied. He grabbed her wrists and held them hard to the floor above her head. "Come on, that's it, put it on me. Put it all on me," she said meeting him thrust for thrust. " That's my Draco". "I am not your Draco!" he growled. "I'm not your anything! There is nothing good or clean about you. You're everything I detest. I could never be...your...Draco." She scrunched her eyes closed, and let him have his way. He took her most violently, but she didn't fight back. He did exactly what she had begged him to do. He took all his hate and anger out on her and she bore the marks as his penance. When he finally came some time later, she was bent over the couch with tears in her eyes. He came as he took her from behind. He cleared his throat bringing her back to the present moment. "That, my dear, is how all this happened in the first place," he muttered in reply and looked over his shoulder at her. " Perhaps we can come to an agreement later. But right now, I doubt my performance would be up to snuff." "What?" she looked at him confused. She was barely paying attention to him as she recalled the events of last evening. He quirked an eyebrow at her. "Oh," she said finally understanding his meaning. She was flustered and had no reply so she directed her attention back to his wounds while she tried to keep herself from blushing. "I have to get this cleaned up before I can start the healing. Let's get this shirt off." She came around to face him again and removed his tie before starting with the buttons. Malfoy closed his eyes as his own memories of the night before came flooding back. When she undressed him yesterday, she did it out of provoked anger. Now, she was undressing him with a tenderness that cut him to the quick. If it was at all possible he wanted this concerned Granger more than the tough domineering one he met last night. This thought pained him more deeply than the superficial ones she was going to heal. He had however, the Malfoy presence of mind to recall the familiar scene to her attention. "It's interesting to note that this is the second time in the past twenty four hours that you've undressed me Granger...not even Pansy's had that pleasure..." he let that remark hang in the air as she finished with the last button. She looked at him, taken aback by what he said. He stared back with a satisfied smirk and watched as his words sunk in. He loved making Granger uncomfortable. Hermione had assumed that he and Pansy did many things and quite often. It surprised her that he wasn't screwing her in between classes throughout the day as it was often rumored. "Uh, Granger? Really need to be healed here." "Right," she said getting back to the task at hand. She slowly peeled his shirt off and she apologized softly when he hissed as the fabric slipped past the enflamed wounds on his back. She helped him to his bed and told him to lie on his stomach. "Give me a minute," she said exiting his room. She grabbed a clean towel, wet it in the sink and returned to Malfoy's bedside. "Try and relax," she said. "Easy for you to say. You're healed." "Stop it...you're the one who insisted on healing me in the first place..." "...because you were obviously in a lot of pain, Granger..." "...and you're not?" Silence. She gently wiped the dried blood from his back. If she was hurting him, he didn't show it or voice it. He simply lay there breathing as evenly as possible. When the wounds were clean, she took out her wand. His head was facing away from her. "Alright, Malfoy. I'm going to start the healing charm." "Well, then quit talking about it and bloody do it, for Merlin's sake." She ignored him and took a deep breath. Pointing her wand at a welt on his shoulder, she began to say the words that heal. It didn't take Hermione as much time or energy to heal Malfoy as it did for him to heal her. Within a half hour's time, Malfoy was resting comfortably on his back. He was watching her clean up his room - taking his bloody clothes and towel and scurgifying them so the laundry elves wouldn't get suspicious. When she picked up the last article of clothing, she hesitated. Gathering up her courage, she asked him, "Why didn't you let me tell them? I thought that's what you wanted." "It was....but I changed my mind. Men do that too you know." "What do you mean?" she turned to him and saw that he was watching her closely. He sat up slowly and got off the bed. Leave it to Malfoy to look both beautiful and intimidating while naked from the waist up. She cursed herself for still wanting him as she took an instinctive step back. He slowly stalked towards her. "I thought of an even better way that you could make up for last night...one that would please me more than you confessing to Potter and Weasley." She squared her shoulders waiting to hear the bombshell he was about to drop on her. 'I shouldn't have mentioned telling Dumbledore or the Ministry', she suddenly thought. "And that would be?" He stood in front of her looking down at her. "I get to use the bonding spell on you." She tried to swallow but her mouth had gone dry. The prospect of being restrained while Malfoy got to do his worst, scared and excited her at the same time. She spoke softly but stared him down. "You had every opportunity to do that last night and you didn't. As far as I'm concerned, you missed your window." "And as far as I'm concerned, I'm making the rules now, Granger. If you really are sorry for what you did...I'd say this is best way to make us truly even." He was playing this cooler than he felt on the inside. He knew what he wanted the moment he woke up alone in the common room this morning...more...of her. After the wild night they shared he had regretted saying that she would never have him again. Perhaps this was a way that he could have her again without technically going back on his word. She would never have him...but he could have her. Just the thought of being inside of her again was making his heart pound in excitement. She considered her options. If he let her do this, she wouldn't lose Harry and Ron, she and Malfoy would be even and then she could put this whole messy incident behind her. And if she didn't agree... "And what if I don't agree to these new rules? What then?" "You mean what would happen after I'm done humiliating you, tormenting you and hexing you?...would an alphabetized list suffice?" Silence. The tension in the air could be cut with a knife. "Fine," she said in a huff. "Let's get this over with. Go ahead....wait...am I allowed to lie down first?" "Oh, no Granger. I think you misunderstood. Did you really think you'd know when I was going to use the spell? Like you'd have the time to prepare yourself for me? Hardly. Last night you started this battle out of nowhere. I was taken unawares...you should get the same consideration, don't you think? "Fuck you Malfoy," she spat at him. "Fuck me? Fuck you, Granger!" he growled in frustration. "Evil to the core, aren't you?" she started to storm out of the room. "That's right, evil," he called after her. "But no less than you were to me last night." That shut her up and she paused at his bedroom door. "Mark my words, Granger. You will be hexed. Unfortunately for you, you won't know when until it hits you." xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo