The Challenge

“Y...yes.” She stuttered.



“You don’t sound so sure.”



“Well I am very sure.”



“No you’re not.”



“Stop telling me what to think and get off me.”



“I’m not telling you what to think. I’m telling you what you are thinking. There’s a difference.”



“That’s not what I am thinking!”



“You’re a hypocrite! You yell at me for lying and then you lie to not only yourself, but me!”



“I’m a hypocrite?”



“Yes, you’re a hypocrite.”



“That’s laughable. You do nothing but make fun of my friends when you don’t even have any!”



“So, I’d rather have no friends than those dimwits.”



“Well that is exactly what you have.”



“Good!”



“Great!”



Draco kissed her passionately, letting his anger spill into her mouth via his tongue. She bit his bottom lip viciously, surely drawing blood this time.



Granger pulled back, out of breath. “I hate you.”



Draco found this to be quite the turn on and kissed her again. He was quite surprised, however, to experience her kissing him back with equal, if not greater, fervor.



She pulled back suddenly and looked him in the eyes with great bewilderment. “What am I doing? Kissing the man I hate? This makes no sense whatsoever! Get off of me!” Granger hit his chest with her fist once more but it got her no where as he kissed her once more.



“It doesn’t need to make sense, Granger. Don’t you get it? We have felt this way for years.”



“I haven’t.” She turned her glance away stubbornly and he suspected that, if her hands were not currently squished between their bodies she would have attempted to cross them defiantly over her chest.



“Granger, I know you have. You, much like myself, hadn’t realized it at the time.”



“I-”



“Draco?” A soft knock came to the door and Narcissa’s voice drifted from the general direction. “It is time to get up.”



“Okay, mother.” He grumbled. “We’ll finish this conversation later, Granger. But for now get dressed and hide; don't want to alert mother, now do we?”



He got up and slid on his pants and loosely buttoned his shirt that he had worn the day before once she was dressed, Draco gently pushed Hermione over to the side, hidden from the view of the door by a closet, giving her a tiny yet passionate kiss on the lips.



“It has come to my attention that I have yet to thank you for our recent activities and your willingness to experiment. So, I would like to just say, before I answer the door and mother sees me looking rather disheveled and asks me what I was doing last night that caused such a ruckus; thank you, Hermione.” He whispered into her ear before strutting confidently to the door and throwing it open.



“Good morning, mother.”



“Oh my gosh, boy! What ever did you do to get such an appearance? Was Hermione visiting last night?” She added optimistically.



“Mother!” Draco barked before slamming the door closed. “Would you give the girl a break? I think it embarrasses her to hear you speak of her in any association with me.”



“You lie, dear boy. Your-”



“Eyes, I know! What do you want?” He asked irritably. Draco wasn’t thrilled with the fact that he was currently arguing with Granger and the fact that she had narrowly slipped out of his grasp yet again!



He was going to get that girl if it was the last thing he did.



“Draco, you never were a morning person but you are particularly bad this morning. Did something happen last night?” Her tone had taken a slightly sympathetic edge but still held its sanguinity.



“No, mother I am fine. Please speak to me on what matter was of such dire concern you felt the need to wake me before the sun was even done rising.”



“I wanted to tell you that...are you sure you are feeling okay dear? You look flustered.” She smirked sinisterly.



“That would be because you won’t spit out what you have to tell me!”



“I know dear, calm down. I wanted to tell you that I will be visiting Diagon Alley for the morning and probably won’t be back till early afternoon.”



“Fine.” He was actually very happy to hear this information, it would give him and Hermione free reign of the entire manor; many places to argue...and make up.



“What are you so happy about, my son?”



“What are you on about now?”



“Your eyes say you are happy. Please tell.”



“Nothing, simply happy to see you gone for a few hours.” He joked.



“Draco Malfoy!”



“What; I was joking!” He replied as she swatted at his arm. “But it will be good to see you get out. You haven’t left the manor since father’s death.”



“Yes, I suppose.” She replied with a sigh.



“Do you miss him?”



“I suppose. But I think that I feel obligated to miss him but don’t actually feel the emotion.”



“I know what you mean. Well, you should be on your way.”



He escorted her to the door and quickly made his way back toward his room. After discussing his father with his mother, he needed Hermione.



“I hope you don’t mind, I was listening in to your conversation with your mother. Are you okay? About your father, I mean.”



“I’ll be fine.” He lied.



“Draco-”



“He was my father. I know he was a controlling arsehole, but he was my father and I respected him.”



Hermione, who was standing in the hallway outside the library when he had found her, walked over to him with sympathy in her eyes. She surprised him when she pulled her arms around his shoulder blades and hugged him close. He wasn’t quite sure how to handle the situation and she, being the know-it-all she always was, was perceptive to this and lowered her hands to his, placing them around her waist before resting hers back around his shoulders.



“Don’t show me sympathy.”



“You need sympathy.”



“No, I don’t.”



“Yes, you do.”



“No, I don't!” He pulled away from her and their death glares returned.



“Can we do nothing without arguing?!”



“Apparently not.”



“I hate this. Why can’t we ever get along?!”



“Don't you see? We aren’t meant to get along! We fight then we make up and then we fight some more! How many times do I have to tell you that?”



“I don’t ca-”



Draco stopped her rant in the only way he knew possible.



He kissed her.



And it worked.



At first she was shocked but she was quick to regroup and kissed him back. His hand came up to play with her tangled mess of hair and hers shocked him as it crept under his dress shirt that was now wrinkled from sleeping, to rest on his abs.



Draco lowered both his hands to her hips and pushed her roughly into the library door while continuing their passionate kiss.



Draco was shocked at how every kiss with this girl could be just like the first; it never grew boring. Their tongues dueled ardently until they could take the passion no longer and Draco was forced to turn to her neck. He sucked and marked her, clearer than the first time. He was certain this bruise would be around until their return to Hogwarts, which didn’t bother him a bit; that would at least be a few less guys he’d have to beat away from her.



He reached down and turned the door handle, throwing them desperately into the library making sure to close it behind him in case of his mother’s early return. As he threw off her jacket, he noticed she was wearing the clothing he had bought but suddenly couldn’t care as he became centered on getting her out of them as quick as possible.



As he stripped her down to only the undershirt and one pair of tight jeans, both of which he had bought her, Draco picked her up, wrapped her legs around his hips and carried her over to behind the stacks.



“Stop me when I go too far.”



“Okay.” She whispered.



Draco pushed her into the library wall and in the process made sure she could feel his erection, prompting a moan to escape her. His hands became frantic as he pulled her undershirt over her head and crashed his lips back to hers. She wrapped her hands around his neck, weaving her fingers into his locks. He kept his hands on her hips, kissing her as he was her support, the reason she was staying eye level with him.



He moved down to her neck, to her shoulders, to her collarbone and finally to the top of her cleavage, leaving bite marks and bruises along the way. Her grip on his hair tightened and she pulled his lips closer as his tongue drew a line over the top of her cleavage.



“Hold on tight, okay?”



She nodded in reply before tightening her grip once more. Draco put a hand around her neck and one around her waist to assist her in any way possible before pushing her from the wall and carrying her gently to the floor. As she slowly hit the ground, he lowered himself to rest above her and brought his hand to unbutton and unzip her jeans. He pushed them off, leaving her in only her white cotton bra and knickers.



“P...promise you won’t call me Mudblood any more.”



“I promise.” He kissed and sucked his way up her body as she stuttered.



“And...tell me-”



“I love you.” He didn’t hesitate nor did he put much thought into the statement.



“I...I...I...” She stammered and he began to fear she wouldn’t say it and he’d have to stop. “I...I love you.”



“Oh God, please don't make me stop now.”



Granger nodded her head no before his lips met hers again. She linked her arms around his neck which was clearly becoming her favorite spot, along with his hair. Draco sat up, bringing her with him, causing her hair to fly in all directions and for the first time in his life, he loved the tangled mess. His hands slid around her back, unhooking her bra as he gave her mouth a break and instead kissed her shoulder and neck, two of her favorite spots. Draco slowly pulled the bra off and laid her back down to the floor.



“This is crazy.” She laughed slightly as he moved down to her collarbone. “We haven’t even being seeing each other for a week and we are already set to have sex.”



“You’ll enjoy it, I promise.”



“Is it going to be painful?”



“I’ll try to make it as painless as possible.” She gulped as he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked gently. He looked up to her and saw her eyes were closed and her hands were clinging to the carpet as her back arched upward and caused the nipple to go deeper into his mouth.



Draco released her nipple and quickly ran his tongue over the rest of her globe and gave a quick lick down the valley between the two breasts before paying the same respect to its twin.



When he felt he had paid sufficient attention to her chest, he moved down her stomach, licking all the way, cherishing every second she gave him, for fear she would soon change her mind and make him stop. She began to writhe underneath him as he reached her navel. Draco slipped a single digit into the waistline of her panties and teased her as he slowly drug his fingernail across the skin below. He felt goosebumps emerge from the skin and he couldn’t help but smirk.



“You...You aren’t going to betray me, are you?”



“No.” He slid her panties down her hipbones ever so slightly. “I won’t.” He ran his tongue along the skin, eyes intent on her face as hers slid shut in passion.



“You aren’t doing this to merely seduce me, are you?”



“No.”



“How can I trust you?”



“You still don’t believe me?”



“Frankly, no.” She chuckled slightly.



“Look me in the eyes.”



She did so, even if it took her a minute or so to open them.



“Ask me again.”



“Can I trust you?”



“Yes. Although I refuse to be nice.”



“We’ll see about that.” She smirked but was lost a moment later as he slid her panties down slightly and brushed a finger over the wet slit of her lips. She involuntarily buckled her hips toward his finger, begging for more. He slid her knickers down the rest of the way and she was completely stripped.



Draco slid back slightly and took a good look at her; her eyes closed, hands continuing their intense gripping of the carpet and her body was beautiful.



“What are you doing?” Granger opened her eyes and looked up at him.



“Nothing, merely observing.”



He placed himself back over her and looked her straight in the eye, his confidence and concentration shining through the bulbs as his lips lipped easily into their usual smirk. He kissed her once more and was stunned to feel her hands wander to the collar of his shirt and begin unbuttoning it.



“Rip it.” He requested against her lips.



And she did.



Granger ripped the shirt down the center, buttons flying across the library in their heated moment. But, despite the intensity, their lips never parted no matter how desperate for oxygen the couple became.



Finally, as she slipped the material from his shoulders (with her help), the passion simply became too much and Draco had to pull back. He lowered his lips to her neck and hers fell to his earlobe, gently nibbling while she began to unbuckle and unzip his pants.



“How much longer?”



“Wait, I want to do something before we make it official.”



“Is it going to take long?”



“Depends.” He slowly crept down her body and stopped between her thighs.



“What are you doing?”



“You’ll see.”



“No, what are you doing?”



“Be patient.”



“NO! What are you do-”



His tongue darted out and into her sex and lapped up a little bit of her juices before giving her clit a pinch with his fingers, sending her hips up to meet his digits and a cry from her lips. Draco started a rhythm with his tongue as Hermione let out a guttural moan. He felt her hands attack his hair and pull him closer as her hips began to rock against his mouth.



Draco’s cock felt as if it were about to explode when she came, he gladly lapped up her juices as they poured out of her and she screamed his name. Her body continued to convulse as he stalked back up her body. She quickly pulled him in for a kiss and forced her tongue into his mouth, undoubtedly tasting herself on his.



“I told you to be patient.” He laughed huskily and she kissed him brutally for it. Draco reached down and removed his pants, his lips skillfully never leaving hers, before quickly shedding his boxers on the floor with the rest of their articles.



Hermione’s grip tightened on his neck and he separated their lips and looked her in the eyes.



“You okay?” He rested his forehead against hers.



She nodded a reserved, quiet nod and he kissed her gently for it. Draco was shocked when he felt one of her hands wander from her neck down to his cock, gripping it with a firm hold and she began to move it along his shaft.



“Oh.” He moaned as she heightened her pace and his eyes slid shut in ecstasy. “Don’t do that.” He reached down and stopped her movements after a minute.



“Why? Was I doing it wrong?” She asked nervously.



“No, you were doing it perfectly. That’s kind of the problem. I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that.” He laughed. “Next time.” Draco whispered, his forehead still leaning on hers.



He pulled her thighs up slightly and she got the point and quickly weaved them around his hips. Draco slowly pressed into her as she left out a small cry. “You okay?” He repeated.



“Yes, it isn’t painful.”



“Just wait.”



He pushed a little deeper until he ran into her barrier.



“Give me your hand.” Draco removed his hand from her hip, where it had previously resided and reached for hers. She lowered one from his neck and gripped onto his tightly.



“Here we go.”



And with that he broke her barrier and claimed her as his.



Her grip on his hand tightened as pain rippled through her features.



“The pain will be gone soon.” He whispered to her.



Draco didn’t move as he waited for her to become more comfortable which, thankfully, didn’t take long.



“You ready?” He asked and she shakily nodded her head.



Draco continued to hold her hand while his other wrapped around her neck for support as he began to move inside her.



He pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in as deep as he could, causing a whimper each time from Hermione.



“Say it again.” He ordered.



“I love you.” She whispered.



Hermione began to meet his thrusts and he grunted in pleasure.



“Don’t let it end too soon.” She whispered into his ear.



“I won’t.” Although her requesting such things nearly sent him over the edge.



She continued to meet all his thrust and he felt pressure building in his cock. Her breathing became irregular and she began to shake underneath him; he knew she was close. He reached down and teased her nipple with his remaining hand while continuing his deep thrusts.



Draco thrust one last time, intensely and hitting her center and causing her to come. Her grip on the hand she still held tightened as she screamed his name even louder than her first orgasm.



His name on her lips was enough to push him over the edge. Draco emptied himself inside, making sure to say Hermione and not Granger, although her given name came naturally in such a heated moment.



After completely emptying himself, he began to pull out until Hermione tightened her grip on the hand to prevent his movement.



“Don’t go yet.”



“Okay.” He moved his hand from her breast to her hair and rested his forehead against hers, closing his eyes in fatigue.



“I have to get off soon or I am going to squash you.” He laughed lightly before pulling out slowly and lying beside her. Hermione moved and rested her head on his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck. “This has officially become my favorite room in the house.” Draco laughed once more as Hermione draped a leg over one of his.



“Your mother is going to be thrilled.” He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer.



“About...”



“Everything. When are we going to tell her?”



“I suppose sometime soon.”



“How about when she returns from Diagon Alley?”



“That soon?”



“Yes, that soon. And you will do it, Draco Malfoy.”



“You certainly are bossy.”



“Yes, I am. Is that a problem?” She asked defiantly, tilting her head from his shoulder to look him proudly in the eye.



“No, simply a challenge.”



“And everybody knows how much you love those.”



“Yes, I do.”



They sat in silence before deciding to get up and get redressed. Draco stood first and helped Hermione to her feet (she was in a bit of pain but not unbearable, or so she said).



“Would you like something to eat?” Draco asked her after they had repaired all the articles they had ripped and torn in passion and placed them properly back on their bodies. Their appearances screamed sex as they walked down toward the kitchen, Draco’s shirt buttons being off by two and hair mussed; Hermione’s undershirt being gnarled into an odd position and hair even more tangled than it’s normal state. Neither cared though as they leisurely continued their walk through the large manor.



∆∆∆



“I hope it wasn’t too painful.” Draco said between bites of pancake and sips of orange juice.



“It wasn’t, surprisingly. I expected to be in a ridiculous amount of pain but it wasn’t nearly what I expected.”



“Good to hear it.” He subtly rubbed his thigh against hers and watched her stiffen slightly.



“Was I...was I any good?” She swallowed a bite loudly.



“It was good for me.” He tried to remain passive but knew his eyes told the truth. “And...for you?”



“It was...intense.”



“Intense, good or intense, bad?”



“Intense, good. I’m stiff though.”



He nodded as she turned back to her food. Draco leaned in and put his lips on her tender earlobe.



“I miss being inside you.” He whispered.



“Watch your mouth or you’ll never be inside me again.” Granger tried to say harshly but her affection showed in her voice.



“You don’t mean that, Granger.”



“You sure about that, Malfoy?”



“Granger, you know you can’t resist me.”



“Are you challenging me?”



“No! I merely mean to state the fact.” He had just gotten her to be his, he wasn’t about to lose her now. Draco lowered his hand to her thigh and began gentle caresses.



“Hello you two!” A voiced boomed from the door, causing Draco to stop his touching and both of them to face the door in shock. “Why on earth are you two eating breakfast so late?”



“We were busy this morning.” Granger made to pull away but Draco grabbed her hand to prevent it.



“Now?” Hermione whispered to him, a frantic look in her eye.



“I can’t think of a better time.”



“Mother,” he stood and forced Hermione to follow him as he continued his hold on her hand. “Hermione and I have an announcement. It appears you were right, and we have developed some...feelings toward one another.” He announced as Granger began straightening out her clothing nervously.



Draco barely got to finish his sentence before his mother began to yelp and run over to draw Hermione into a death-tight hug.



“Mother, you’re strangling her.”



“Oh, sorry dear.” She finally released Hermione and took a miniature step away, hands still grasping her shoulders. “I assume you two will be moving into the manor once the school year is over.”



“While you’re still living in it?!” Draco became ashamed as his voice squeaked.



“Well I guess not, since you seem so enthusiastic about the idea! I suppose I could buy a flat somewhere.”



“Draco! You shouldn’t force her out of her home!”



“And you really want her here, meddling in our business?”



“We don't even know if I would be moving in here!” Draco pulled her to a nearby niche, making sure they were out of his mother’s hearing range.



“Do you mean you don’t want to move in here?”



“It isn’t that-”



“Then what is it?”



“It’s just...so sudden.”



“You don’t think this all surprises me too? I’m scared shitless but I promised I’m not going to betray you- and- I won’t and- I will stand by all my other promise-especially my other words.” Draco said in a single breath.



“You are making no sense.”



“I...just have so a lot of things to say and they are all coming out at the same time.”



“Take it one thing at a time, then.”



Draco took a deep breath and attempted to clear his mind. “Hermione, I promised not to betray you and that you could trust me. I will stand true to those promises. I also said I...I love you and I meant that; not to mention you returned the gesture. So, what I am wondering is why you are hesitating to move in with me at the end of term.”



“It’s...Harry and Ron. What will they say?”



“Who gives a shit? They’ll accept us and if they don’t, don’t bother with them.”



“Here we go again! They are my friends and I care about their opinions!”



“Fine but are you willing to give me up if they disapprove?”



“I...don’t know.”



He placed a hand beside her head on the wall behind her. “Granger, don’t do this. You can’t throw this away just because of your friends.”



“I need to talk to Harry and Ron.” She attempted to push past him but he used his body to push her further into the wall.



“No, you need to talk to me. Tell me what is going on in your head. I told you mine, you tell me yours.”



She sighed and avoided his eyes as hers drifted to the floor. “I’m scared.”



“Of...”



“Getting too attached to you.”



“What do you mean?”



“I can’t lose my life goals merely to be with you.”



“You won’t. You can work at the Ministry, kick Voldermort’s ass, Hell you can become Minister if you want. As long as you stay with me.”



“You promise you won’t force me to be some silly stay-at-home-housewife?”



“Only if you want to be.”



“I still need to talk to Harry and Ron.” She replied with a sigh.



“If you must. Would you like to owl them now and get it over with?”



“No, I should tell them in person, when we get back to the school.”



“I suppose, now what are we going to do with mother? We can’t have her staying here while we are here. She would drive us mad!”



“I guess you’re right.”



“You know I am.”



She scoffed. “Whatever, so do we buy her a flat or-”



“No, I buy her a flat.”



“Do you assume I am poor?”



”No, I just enjoy buying things.”



“I’ve noticed.”



“We’ll start flat searching first thing tomorrow.”



◊◊◊



Narcissa watched as her son and his girlfriend had their discussion in the nearby alcove that he had chosen for their privacy.



She couldn’t help but smirk at her sheer genius; she had gotten her way, just as she said she would.



Narcissa knew her son and Miss Granger had feelings for one another for quite some time; they simply needed a little...motivation.



And motivation she would give them...



Even if she had illegally put lust potion into both of their wine glasses every night since their first meal at the manor.