Unrequited

Don\'t own anything except the plot.
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Stratagem

I spent the next week avoiding Malfoy. Not a spared glance, not one word, nothing indicated that he was very nearly all I thought of. To be sure, I did bend my mind toward academic matters. After all, I had a reputation to maintain. I had to pay him back for that rather inspired stunt. But now things were on his terms. That certainly could not be. Last time I started out the seducer and ended up the seduced. I\'d lost my composure and my footing. And for that, I hated Malfoy. But a part of me admired him as well.

Now...now I want him gagging for it.

But how best to achieve my goal was something I couldn\'t quite get. After all, it wasn\'t as if I were used to being the femme fatale. That was a role best reserved for Pansy or Lavender. Then again, I was acting the part rather well. Admittedly, Malfoy really was the best partner for such a dance.

Then I hit upon it. Fucking brilliant, Granger.
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I was sitting in the middle of Advanced Astronomy staring at star charts of the Crab Nebula, trying to extrapolate when the newest star was to be born, when *it* happened. I managed to set my quill down. Thank Merlin I\'d decided to take a seat in the back of the room. I was filled with the most deliciously naughty thoughts of Granger. They started off slow, just memories of her in the bath and my impromptu bit of revenge. Then the memory shifted and became an image of what would\'ve happened had I not walked out on her.

I should\'ve let her undress me the way she did in my fantasy. Those soft little hands on my arms...It was odd, I could see the dragon tattoo that Father had forbidden me to get but I\'d gotten anyway coiling across my back and shoulders. It was as if I was watching us from a lofty vantage point and, my God, did it turn me on. I remembered the exact moment that I felt that she was about to come and instead of stopping, I kept going.

Who knew that that little throat could let out such a big scream?

I could smell her, taste her, see those slippery pink folds...oh...crap. I\'m surprised no one heard the thump of the table as my complete and fully full-on erection bumped it. I looked around at Granger. She was studiously examining her star charts, making a notation here and there. Nothing out of the ordinary. I turned back to my own chart, trying to desperately calm the raging hard-on in my trousers.

Another image along with its accompanying sensations filtered into my mind. This time it was of Granger riding me quite competently. It seemed that *she* was teaching me a few things instead of the other way around. This tiny little firebrand with her wild, wooly hair and less than desirable friends...just the thought of her was making me harder than I\'d ever been with anyone. I swear I could just feel her slick walls clenching around me. But when her sharp claws bit into my shoulders and her thighs trembled against mine, no will in the world could\'ve prevented what happened next.

I tried not to make a sound, but in the hushed room, my strangled groan was audible to all. My classmates and Sinistra looked at me oddly. Then the professor got up and came to stand before me. I could feel my head go all hot. She raised an eyebrow at me.

\"Mr. Malfoy, are you quite alright? You\'re...rather flushed.\" Sinistra said with great understatement. I was fully aware that my normally pale face was redder than a stewed tomato. I said nothing, not trusting my mouth. \"You look feverish.\"

Then she clapped her cool hand on my forehead and that was it, it was all over. I let out a stifled moan, jerked approximately three times and came in front of the entire classroom.

A desire to pass out warred with a desire to sink through the stones in embarrassment. Fortunately, Sinistra thought I was having a grand mal seizure and whisked me down to the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey was less than pleased. She had been sleeping when the professor ushered me through the doors. Professor Sinistra made me lie down on one of the beds and then went to the backroom to rouse a cranky Poppy Pomfrey from slumber. This was all the time I needed to cast a Cleaning Charm. Thank Merlin for that. I was dreading what would\'ve happened if they\'d have found that I\'d spooged all over my robes.

Madame Pomfrey came, examined me, gave me a small bottle of Pepper-up Potion and sent me on my way. Her bedside manner left much to be desired. Professor Sinistra was none too pleased to have her lesson interrupted either. She marched me back up to the top of the tower and sat me down. All of this took place with her thumb and index finger firmly grasping my ear. That was quite a feat as I towered over her by nearly a head. I was severely hacked off as I heard the snickers around me at Sinistra\'s treatment. I looked at Granger. Her head was down but she was definitely smiling. So. She really did have something to do with that. Fortunately, there were only ten minutes left in the class and Sinistra let us cut out early. When I finally gotthe the bottom of the Astronomy Tower, Granger was there waiting for me with a little smirk on her face.

\"Did you have an entertaining lesson tonight Malfoy?\"

\"Alright, Granger what did you do?\"

\"Why, nothing. Whatever do you mean?\" She fluttered her eyelashes at me in a coquettish way. Funny, but I never thought Granger could pull off coquettish. She did it admirably.

\"I mean, how did you manage to put those thoughts in my head. Last time I checked, only a very accomplished Legilimens could do that.\" That maddeningly cunning grin only widened.

\"Is that so?\" She pushed herself away from the wall and sauntered off down the hall.

That\'s when it clicked for me. She *was* a Legilimens. I don\'t know how she was or who had the fucking brilliant (read: idiotic) idea to teach her, but the fact remained.

\"You could get in a very nasty bit of trouble doing that.\"

Only her mocking laughter floated on the air of the darkened corridor.
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Oh, I sat in my room and had a very good laugh over what happened in Advanced Astronomy. It\'s a fair bet that no one had been able to teach Draco how to retaliate in kind. How very nice to be one of four Legilimens in Hogwarts. The only downside was that I now had to await Malfoy\'s sure retaliation. Then again...there was always the offensive to take...oh, the possibilities.

I decided to wait until it was past one a.m., the time when all good little serpents are fast asleep. I lay on my bed, and conjured up lots of deliciously naughty thoughts with which to invade his dreams. I\'d built up a store of them and I was pulling out the stops. The last week spent fleecing it out in the RoR was all fine and dandy for my upper arms but working out was beginning to prove a poor substitute for what I wanted.

Every disgusting little thought my deprived brain could think of, I sent shooting into Malfoy\'s bon reves. Even the things I hadn\'t been brave enough to bring up with Ron, I had no compunction about putting the suggestion in Malfoy\'s gray matter. I knew the minute he woke up for the flow of dirty thoughts was abruptly cut off. Not more than ten minutes later, there was quiet but insistent pounding on my portrait. If I knew Artemis, and I did, she\'d be raising the alarm about two seconds from now.

I got out of bed and let Malfoy in. He was all tousled fury and I thought him the most gorgeous thing I\'d ever seen. I nearly had to wipe the dribble from my lips. He hauled me up by my newly buffed biceps and unceremoniously tossed me onto the bed. Thank Merlin I\'d decided to wear pyjamas instead of a nightgown or my fanny would\'ve been waving in the air.

He had on silver silk pyjama bottoms and matching robe and slippers. Malfoy looked like an angel and kissed like the devil. The satin of my pyjamas and the silk of his slid and slipped around as we wrestled on the bed, each grappling for supremacy in the duel. I loved it. He kissed me roughly and I could taste blood in my mouth. I couldn\'t tell whose it was.

I couldn\'t stand it anymore and I nearly ripped his robe off. The feel of his skin, soft - but not as soft as mine - intrigued me and I couldn\'t stop myself from running my hands over it. Just my luck he didn\'t bother with a pyjama top as I had. There was a very fine dusting of silvery hairs, nearly transparent, on his chest. I slid my fingers through them, revelling in the slightly crisp feel. When I pinched his nipples, Malfoy stilled and let out a very tiny moan. Very nice. While he was caught up, I took the opportunity to grab my wand and divest him of his pj bottoms. I liked the fact that I was still fully clothed and he was completely naked.

I managed to roll the heavy boy over. That insufferable smirk was pasted on his lips. I suppose he had good reason this time. There was no way I was going to let him leave without giving me what I wanted. The silly male rested his head on his hands, indicating that whatever it was I was going to do, I should get down to it. So be it. First things first.

I stretched out fully on Malfoy, letting my satin covered body slip around on his bared flesh. True, it was a bit uncomfortable being that his erection was poking me hard against the belly. I could see the tail end of something green curling around his upper arm but my curiousity would have to wait. The smooth textile rubbing him slightly seemed to have the desired effect. Nice.

Those mocking eyes flared along with the nostrils on that aristocratic nose. I moved up to straddle him, making sure that my fabric clad thigh slid along his cock. It jerked a little against my leg. However, before I knew it, the tables were turned and I found myself squarely on my back.

\"What the hell are you on about now, Malfoy?\" I was faintly angered by the sudden reversal. But I decided that keeping my mouth shut was the best course of action when I saw his face.

\"We\'re done, Granger. Done. I don\'t know who taught you that bloody damned Legilimency, but I\'m not going have you invading my brain with your every whim. The game ends tonight.\" He spoke with a quiet ferocity that set every nerve ending I had aflame. The soft intensity was coupled with a slight growl to his normally drawling voice. I revelled in it.

Draco began working at the buttons on my shirt, opening it but not pulling it off. The air had an early autumn crispness despite the torches flickering around the room and my nipples responded accordingly. His face took on an unholy grin at the sight of them and then his eyes shut as I wrapped my hand around his penis, stroking slowly.

Malfoy marshalled himself and his eyes snapped open, though they had a heavy lidded look to them. \"Two can play that game, Granger.\"
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When she started touching me, I thought to myself, \'Draco, old boy, this is it, you\'ve found nirvana.\'

Who would\'ve known that those hands, those bookish Gryffindor hands, would prove to be so carnally expert? She kept running them over and over, the soft palm of her hand circling over the head of my cock with learned strokes. But then, I pulled myself together. No matter how lovely the feel of her hand was. I was determined to be the master of the situation.

I opened the top of her bedclothes, spreading apart the lapels to reveal those soft pink nipples. Just as I remembered. The slight nip in the air was enough to shrivel them to hard points, just begging for my tongue. And so I obliged them.

Although she knew what was coming, judging from the surprise in the moan that hissed from her throat, she hadn\'t quite prepared herself. I nipped and licked at those pebbly bits of flesh until they were as wet and shiny as river stones. Her skin was sweet and warm. I could\'ve lingered there until doomsday arrived. Granger was writhing under me and I could tell that all her logical arguments, the various strategies had flown right out of her head. Good.

I sat back on my heels and tugged the pyjama bottoms down her legs. Every inch was smooth and slightly tan, a remnant of the summer holidays. Her bright pink-painted toenails amused me, although I was very good about not laughing. Would\'ve killed the mood. Then again, who focuses on toes when Granger was spread out for my delectation?

Her belly, a little rounded, quivered a bit in anticipation. I stroked my figners over it, a little surprised that it felt not like silk, but rather like velvet. My fingers wended their way down and around her thighs, not touching her where she wanted it most. I loved the feel of her thighs, not hard, not soft, but more compact. She didn\'t sit around on her arse, but neither were they marble-like. Good. I hated girls to be super-skinny. Bone against bone does not feel good.

Oh, but finally, there it was. beneath a soft dusting of russet curls. She was pearly and wet and feverish. I sifted my fingers through the folds and a strangled sort of sound emerged from her throat. I rather liked how that sounded. I repeated my action, just to hear it again. I found her clit with my thumb, not touching it directly, but just making circles over it. Granger writhed under my hand and I grew even harder. When I slipped a finger, then two into her, she stiffened, then moaned. And now, for the coup de grace. When I curled those fingers into a come hither pose and tickled...

Well, let us say that I\'m glad that Weasel was off scurrying around hapless Hufflepuffs.

Granger is loud. She nearly jack-knifed upright and yelled so loud, I thought my eardrum was going to burst. Yet again I am amazed at how much noise can come from this little 5\'3\" body. I could still feel her pulsing around my fingers when I withdrew and replaced them with something a little, ahem, *satisfying.*
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Oh, dear Lord. When I heard the girls talking about how good Malfoy was in bed, I had no idea that he was *this* good. I mean, the boy managed to find my g-spot. That was a task Ron certainly never accomplished. And then when those fingers left me only to be replaced by a lovely thick eight...well...let us say that I was extremely pleased.

I was still in the throes of a great orgasm and when I felt him pulsing inside me, there I was, off like a rocket again. And then he moved. Not fast at first. Slow, very slow. It was maddening. But then he decided to pick up the pace a bit. Good. And just when he had established a rhythm, he switched again. The little bastard. I was not pleased and I raked my nails down his back. He merely smiled insufferably and got down to the business of giving me a third orgasm. Good boy.

Gods, they weren\'t kidding when they said the girth mattered more than length. I mean, Ron, for all his height matched up well in the length department. But he was on the skinny side, like a pencil. Draco was smaller but bigger around. And I felt every bit of it everytime he moved. It was like fire whipping past my overly sensitized nerves. Just as I thought I couldn\'t stand it any longer, he reached down between us and flicked his thumbnail over my clit.

Ah...I needed that.