Don't Touch Me

As always, I own nothing. Damn it. I know this update is a long time coming. And I do apologize. The holidays have been hectic, to say the least. Oh, and gee...having a baby over here so I wasn't feeling so spectacular for the last 6 weeks. Anyway, please review and let me know your thoughts. It's kind of an in between chapter, and probably not my best, but a fic without a little filler, well...it is what it is. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo Hermione left Malfoy resting in sweet bliss beneath her rumpled bed sheets. As it was almost time to patrol, she went to their shared lavatory, cleaned herself up and changed into comfortable clothes. Their time together was not as violent as the previous night, but the fight for dominance had still been a major factor once the spell wore off. She napped briefly after he noted that they were now 'even'. When she first tried to get up to change for patrol, his grip on her tightened. She had inadvertently woken him and he wasted no time in initiating another round of hot, sweaty sex. At one point when she sat astride him, she looked directly in his eyes - for a moment she thought she saw something other than greedy lust reflected in them. But before she could confirm her thoughts, he flipped her into another position. The moment and that other look in his eyes were lost. Hermione checked on him before she left for round. Now that she had healed him - and his revenge, if one could still call it that, had been satisfied, she thought it best to give him the same courtesy he gave her earlier in the day...she would let him sleep and recover. She quietly opened the door to her room and peeked in. He was laying on his stomach, sprawled across the bed, a corner of the burgundy sheet barely covering his perfect, tight, pale ass. He really was a beautiful specimen. No other man had made her feel the way she did when he was fucking her. She could be in just as much control as he. Her other mates always expected her to be so passive. He actually seemed to enjoy their fucking more when she took charge, though he would never admit it aloud. Hermione shook her head at these thoughts. She needed to stop this. There would be no more of 'their fucking'. They were even. There would be no way he would allow it to continue. And even if for some unknown reason he did want it to continue, she couldn't let it. It would only make things harder and more complicated, not only with Harry and Ron but also between her and Malfoy. There was no relationship. Just many, many good...no...fantastic, mind-blowing fucks. It wasn't healthy. She could deal with a few aches and pains...it wasn't that. There was no love between them. That was something she could not live with. If she continued with Malfoy, she'd never find someone she could love. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo Draco stirred lazily and reached for the warm, sexually charged body next to him and found nothing but cold sheets. He awoke instantly to find himself alone in Granger's bed. He turned onto his back and listened closely for any hint of sound that would mean she was still in the head's dormitory. But there was no running water, no shuffling of feet, no sound of any kind. She was gone. 'Damn you Granger,' he thought covering his eyes with his hands. That was he second time she had snuck away while he slept after their time together. In normal circumstances, he was the one who left before the girl woke up. 'I had taken my time with her,' he reasoned. 'I didn't hurt her at all. Why would she...leave me?' He didn't understand her at all. 'I was gentle with her, damn it. Doesn't she know that after what I did to her last night, that kind of sexual violence would never happen again? There's no need for her to slink away from me like some scared...' Draco sighed heavily. For a moment he felt cold and used and alone. He combed his fingers through his hair then rolled over facing her side of the bed. He listened again. 'Where are you Granger? Why did you leave me so soon?' And then he heard it...the tick tick tick of the clock on the mantle. He sat up in bed and stared at the clock. 11:05pm. 'Shit!' He was over an hour late for rounds. Dashing all thoughts of loneliness from his brain, he got dressed quickly and left the dormitory. 'Granger would have started with the Astronomy Tower first and then work her way back....by now she should be in the dungeons,' he thought. Wasting no time, he headed straight for the potion's hallway. If he could catch up with her before running into any professors, his tardiness and Granger's solo patrol would go un-recorded. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo After shooing some forth and fifth years back to their common rooms, Hermione headed to the dungeons...Slytherin territory. She hoped that she could get through that area of the castle without incident. If Malfoy had been with her, it wouldn't matter as much. But for her, alone, she was almost asking for someone to start with her. She was just rounding the potion's corridor when someone stepped from the shadows. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Gryffindor's precious little mudblood," Pansy called causing Hermione to stop short. Pansy slithered her way around to stand in front of her. "Where's the head boy? Aren't you two supposed to be patrolling together?" "I'm doing rounds alone tonight. Malfoy is..." "Is what?" Pansy inquired with an edge to her voice. "Sleeping. He wasn't feeling well after we met about the prefect's duties - he said he wanted to sleep awhile before patrol." "Really, with who? Who is he sleeping with Granger? Surely you must know." "I don't know who he sleeps with Pansy, that's not a topic we would ever discuss." Hermione looked away and sighed. "And I don't see how it's any of your business anyway, but when I called for him to join me for patrol, he was sleeping...alone," which was exactly the truth. "Did you look in on him before you left?" "I value my life way too much to attempt something as foolish as that." "Then how can you be so sure he was alone? "Because he and I were the only ones in the dormitory. After he went to bed, no one else came in. So unless someone flew in his window...he...was...a...lone," she stressed. "And you didn't wake him? Everyone knows it's the duty of both head boy and head girl to patrol on the last Saturday of each month. "I was taught, among other things in first year, never to wake a sleeping dragon." "Ha! By whom?" "Have you even cracked the spine on your copy of Hogwarts: A History?" came the cool drawl from behind them. "Really Pans, how long have you been going to this school?" Malfoy asked in his usual sarcasm as he came up next to them. He ignored Pansy's stare and immediately looked to Hermione and said, "however in this case, it is the head's duty to patrol tonight - you should have woken me Granger." "And risk the wrath of you? Hardly." She crossed her arms over her chest to punctuate her point. But as Pansy came to stand between him and Granger, he could see the small smirk forming on the Gryiffindor's pink lips. "It's a little early for you to have been in bed isn't it, Draco?" Pansy asked, completely ignoring Hermione standing behind her. "Unless of course, you weren't alone," Hermione's heart lurched. Pansy wanted an answer to her earlier question and Hermione was afraid that if she pushed him too far, Malfoy - in anger, might say something stupid and tell her exactly who he had been with. And that would be Hermione's doom. "I was tired, Pans. After Granger and I handled a few...duties, I went to bed for a rest before patrol. I slept longer than I should have, alright?" Hermione visibly relaxed and let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. 'Now if Pansy would just drop it,' she thought. Unfortunately, Pansy was not one to let things go so easily. "Why are you so tired all of a sudden? Last night...and now tonight? Who have you been fucking Draco?" At that, a small voice from behind Pansy tried to interject, "Malfoy, we really should finish patro..." Pansy cut her off. "Shut it, mudblood," she said over her shoulder. "Draco and I aren't finished talking yet. Run along, won't you?" She turned back to Draco. "He'll catch up when we're done." Draco watched as Hermione opened her mouth, then quickly close it. She gave a small nod and started to turn. The look on her face cut him to the quick. He knew how much she hated being called that. He would know, he had used it often enough. But now, for some reason, the look on her face didn't give him the warm, happy, satisfied feeling that it normally did. The look on her face cut right through him. "Hold it, Granger." Hermione stopped and turned towards the two Slytherins. "We are done Pans. I'll not continue this. I have work to do and you're keeping me from it." He started to walk past her, but she stepped in front of him. "Not until you tell me the real reason why you didn't meet me last night." "As I said repeatedly, I was tired." "Ah yes, tired. Since when are you too tired to fuck?" Draco sighed heavily. "You're right Pans, I'm never too tired to fuck...you clearly misunderstood. I be more clear, I was just too tired to deal with fucking you." "Excuse me?!?" "You heard me. I'm tired of you Pansy - you and your little unfulfilling sex games...they have become rather tiresome and, if truth be told, boring. In fact, it's a bit of a chore just thinking about it. "You...you're lying! Who is she Draco? I have a right to know." "No you don't. You knew from the beginning we weren't exclusive. That was the arrangement. I was free to screw whoever I wanted and you were free to do the same...why are you being so clingy all of a sudden? What's the matter? Well's gone dry, has it?" he asked raising an eyebrow. Feeling uncomfortable, Hermione started to walk away. She didn't want to hear this. Out of the corner of his eye, Draco saw her movement. "Just one second Granger," he called to her impatiently. But Hermione wasn't going to stay. She couldn't. "I'll just continue patrolling," she said in small voice. "Catch up when you're done, I'll be in the north..." "We don't need an itinerary, mudblood. Fuck off," screamed Pansy. Draco had had enough and turned back to Pansy with a look of cold, hard resolve. Hermione leaned against the wall in defeat. She knew that look. He was going to tell Pansy everything. These next few moments would mean the end of over six years of friendship with Harry and Ron. She closed her eyes and waited for the deathblow to come. By tomorrow morning, her two best friends would hate her for what she had done. Pansy would see to it. Then Malfoy opened his mouth and said, "last night after I patrolled, I went back to my dormitory and had the best lay of my life. Okay? Is that what you want to hear? She was a hundred times better than you could ever hope to be. Does that make you feel better?" Hermione's eyes shot open and she stared at Malfoy in disbelief. 'He couldn't possibly mean that. There's no way I could be better than Pansy. She's like the equivalent of Malfoy when it comes to sexual experience. No way...he must only be saying it to put her down. Pansy's not one to instantly get the message.' "There's no way...not after all we've done together." The look on his face was enough to cause Pansy to take a step away from him. Anger radiated from him, and the calm, malicious, foreboding tone - that was so his father's - fell from his lips. "Oh yes, she was Pans. Mind-blowing. I'm surprised I'm actually able to function today. She was a real giver, Pans." He paused and took a small step closer. He wanted her to hear his next comment clearly. "She let me put it anywhere, Pans." A deep flush crept up Pansy's cheeks. That was one thing she would never allow him to do with her. And in the shadows, an identical flush crept up Hermione's cheeks. She had let him do it...practically goaded him into doing it, in fact. But Hermione wasn't embarrassed. She unconsciously squeezed her thighs together remembering...lord she loved being taken that way. "Yeah, I was actually going to hold back, you know, since it was our first time together, and not do it...but after a short while, she was begging for it. I don't recall you begging for anything. You always just sort of lay there like a wet fish, now that I think about it." Pansy couldn't believe it. She was going to lose Draco to some slutty chit, who obviously knew exactly how to please him the first time out of the gate. "You are the most evil, obnoxious, selfish...how could you?" she finished weakly. "Very easily, as a matter of fact. She made it rather impossible for me to refuse. And I'd even wager that no sane man could resist her, either. Just thinking about our many times together is making me hard." She couldn't help herself. She glanced to his trousers and could see the start of a wonderful hard on. Pansy felt like she was going to be sick. A tear slipped down her cheek. "Many..." she swallowed, "times?" she questioned. "Yes. Many, many times, Pans. Quite the stamina in that one. Shocked me at first, but then, just look at who I was used to," he said gesturing towards Pansy. Pansy was seething. "I fucking hate you Draco. Mark my words...I will ruin you and your little slut. I'll find out, Draco. Who she is, who else she does. Because you know she's dirty, Draco. She's been used quite often if she has that much experience." She walked away, but turned back to him when she got to the corner of the hallway. "It's a promise, Draco. Both of you...ruined." And she was gone. They both stood where they were and made no sound. Hermione was still leaning against the wall, and Malfoy was in the middle of the hallway with his hands on his hips still looking in the direction to where his former fuckmate had gone. 'Fuck,' he cursed in his head. 'Fuck fuck fuck.' And he could feel her. She was staring at him...he could feel her eyes watching him. 'She was going to have questions - she always had questions...lots of questions.' But the funny thing - he didn't have any answers. What a fuckarow he was in. Pansy was not lying. She would find out and ruin them both. He had to think. Think of something...some plan to make sure that they would... After a few moments, Hermione couldn't take the silence anymore. "Malfoy..." she began. 'Damn it...here it comes. The question part.' "Why did you..." "Not one word, Granger," he growled. "Understand? Not...one...word." He took a deep cleansing breath and looked down at the floor shaking his head. "Not now." xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo So? Thoughts? Comments? Concerns? Please review. Oh, and if anyone knows how I can find the story numbers on this site, I'd like to list a few recommended fics on my author page. Please e-mail me directly at meo@earthlink.net or note it in your review. Thanks. meo