Poison

Chapter Nine – Waxing and Waning


When he got back to their rooms that night her door was closed and locked. There was no answer when he knocked. He had expected her to be angry.

“Granger, open up,” he said. There was still no reply. He thumped on the door loudly.

“I know you’re in there, you little witch,” he yelled.

“Go away, Malfoy,”

“Come out here and talk to me,” he invited.

“I have nothing to say to you,” she stared at the door, trying not to picture him on the other side. She didn’t want to think about how sexy he looked when he was angry at her. She wanted to remain furious with him. It would be easier to end this doomed relationship if her senses weren’t completely fogged by lust.

“Granger!” she heard him yell, her door vibrating with the force of his pounding. She stood and crossed to the door.

“It’s over, Malfoy. Just leave me alone,” she said.

“Don’t make me blast down this door, Granger,” he said.

“Please, just go away,” she said desperately.

He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the door.

“You’d better step away from the door. Bom…” The knob turned, and the door opened a peek. He pushed against it and the force made her stumble backwards. She landed on her bottom with a thud.

“Owww!” she moaned. He held out his hand to help her up. She stared at it for a moment before leaning her own hands back and hoisting herself up, thinking it best to avoid contact with him. He let his arm drop back to his side.

“I don’t want this to be over, Granger,” he said softly, looking down at his feet.

“What is this?” she asked, gesturing between the two of them, “It’s not a relationship. You don’t love me, I don’t love you. Hell, we don’t even like each other. We don’t make sense.”

“I know, but you’re like a poison. I can feel you in my veins,” he said looking at her from beneath his eyelids. Her breathing quickened under his gaze and she felt her body instantly react with wanting.

She turned away from the intensity of that stare. She tried to control her breathing. He stepped up close behind her and gently pushed her hair away from her neck. He pressed his lips to the skin on the back of her neck and snaked an arm around her waist. She shuddered and leant back into him. She reached one hand over her shoulder to touch the back of his neck, pulling his head down until it rested in between her head and shoulder. She turned towards him and their lips met softly. She moaned and he deepened the kiss, probing her mouth with his tongue. He eased his hold on her and urged her body around so she was flush against him. He pulled back a little and looked into her eyes. They were dark with lust and she was panting a little, her lips parted.

“You want me, so why fight it?” he asked, dipping his head to claim her lips again, urgently. She responded enthusiastically, snaking her hands into his hair. He grasped her by the waist and pushed himself against her. She stumbled backwards until she hit the edge of her desk. He lifted her by her backside and pushed her onto it, not breaking contact with her mouth.

“I want to be inside you, Granger,” he growled. He reached down and released his throbbing prick. She looked down at it and licked her lips.

“Are you wet for me?” he said sliding his hand up her thigh. She gasped and shivered at his touch. He ran his hand along the line of her underwear.

“Do you want me to touch you?” he asked moving his fingers up and down the crease of skin between her thigh and hip.

“Yes,” she breathed. He slipped his fingers underneath the fabric and stroked her moistness. She cried out and thrust her hips forward. He pushed his digits into her and she fell back onto the desk wriggling up the desk trying to take his hand further into her. He leaned down and licked her button through the material that hid it from him. She arched her back and cried out again. He sucked the fabric and her flesh into his mouth and she came apart, bucking wildly. He removed his fingers and yanked down her panties. He reached down and pulled her upwards. She didn’t resist him, and he bent her face down into the desk.

“Say you want me,” he whispered hoarsely, pushing the head of his cock against her opening.

“You know I do,” she moaned pushing her hips towards him.

“I want to hear you say it,”

“I want you, Malfoy,” He grasped her hips and pushed into her. She groaned and threw her head back. He paused to watch her squirming with the sensation of him inside her. She opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder at him questioningly. He smirked seductively.

“Please,” she moaned reaching back to grab his hips. He let her pull his hips forward and backwards a few times before he began to thrust. She cried out in pleasure and her hands fell forward onto the desk. He slid one hand over the roundness of her cheek before sliding in up her shirt, touching the skin on her back. Shivered and he head fell forward onto the desk. He couldn’t see her face anymore, it was hidden from his view by the chestnut curls. He slid his hand down to hold her waist and increased the tempo of his plunges. Her body bucked and he felt her tighten around his cock. She screamed as her release washed over her.

He slowed his tempo as she recovered. When she had stopped shivering, he withdrew and dipped his fingers into her juices then smeared them over her puckered asshole before gently easing them into her. She tensed when she felt the intrusion, and began to protest.

“Shh, just relax,” he urged. He felt the tension leave her, and he moved his digits around inside the tight cavity, before withdrawing them and dipping them back into the wetness of her pussy. He repeated the movement, making sure she was slippery and then positioned his head at smaller hole and pushing into her slowly.

She moaned in pain at the invasion. He paused, partly to give her time to get used to the feeling and partly because she was so tight and hot he was in danger of erupting too soon. When her breathing had slowed he began to move slowly. When she started to respond he quickened his pace. Feeling his peak approaching her leaned over her body, and massaged her clit. It had the desired response. She moaned and pushed back into him. He began to flick the nub quickly, fearing that he’d be done for before she had the chance to come again. Thankfully, it didn’t take much as he felt her body tense and tremble and he let himself get lost in her, filing her with his seed.

He collapsed over her for a moment while he caught his breath. He felt himself shrinking until he slipped out of her body. She shivered, and he felt her legs give way. They both slid to the floor. She fell into his arms, but slid onto her side. He curled his body around her, and she sighed.

* -* - *- *

When she entered the Great Hall the next day a hush fell over the students. She looked around confused before heading for the Gryffindor table.



“What’s going on?” she asked Ginny.



“Is it true, Mione?” Ginny queried, raising one eyebrow as she studied her friend.



“Is what true?” she inquired.



“The rumor is that you have been practically begging Draco Malfoy to have sex with you, and that out of pity he consented,” Ginny whispered.



“What?” Hermione couldn’t believe it.



“Apparently, Malfoy admitted it himself last night in the Slytherin common room,”



“Oh, he did, did he?” Hermione was furious.



“So, is it true?” Ginny asked again.



“Ginny Weasley, if you even have to ask that question you are no friend of mine,” she said, absolutely furious.



“I didn’t think so, but I had to be sure,” Ginny said reaching over and hugging her friend, “Don’t worry, Mione, it’ll all blow over in a few day. Everyone knows that you and Malfoy hate each other.”



Would he have said that? If someone had confronted him about their relationship, would he have said something like that to cover up what was really going on? She didn’t want to believe it, but it was Malfoy.



She ate her breakfast absentmindedly whilst trying to ignore the stares of the students around her. When she could stand their scrutiny no longer, she grabbed her things and headed out to Herbology. As she approached she could see Pansy, Millicent and Tracey standing around talking animatedly to some Ravenclaw students.



“And then he said that she tried to make him drink a love potion, but he saw right through her,” Millicent was saying.



Hermione stared at them in disbelief.



“Eventually though, he thought if he just gave her what she wanted, she’d leave him alone, but she’s become even worse, trying to corner him in between classes to have a quickie. He said that was the reason he was hiding out in Slytherin last night,” Tracey finished.



“She probably can’t handle not having her two lap dogs around, so she’s been trying to get a new one,” Pansy said.



“That will be enough, Miss Parkinson,” the stern voice came from behind Hermione. She spun around; totally mortified that Professor McGonnagal would hear something like that.



“That will be 20 points from Slytherin for wasting time gossiping about the Head Girl. Now get to class. Miss Granger, please follow me,” McGonagall turned and headed back towards the castle.



“Probably going to be stripped of her badge for being a total slag,” Pansy said, and the three Slytherin girls burst in fits of laughter. Hermione felt her face redden and she turned to follow the Head-Mistress.



When they had reached her office, McGonagall motioned for her to sit down. Hermione did as she was instructed, and once she was settled McGonagall spoke.



“Miss Granger, I can’t pretend that I haven’t heard the disturbing rumor that seems to be circulating the school concerning the relationship between yourself and Mr. Malfoy. I’m assuming, of course, that it is just a rumor?”



“I can assure you there is very little truth to what is being said about me,” Hermione said.



“Very little truth still leaves room for some truth. Am I to assume that there is some kind of relationship between the two of you?”



“We’ve been getting along better. In fact at time we are almost civil to each other,” Hermione said trying her hardest not to lie.



“Well, I’m very glad to hear it. Miss Granger, I needn’t tell you of the great responsibility you have here as Head Girl?”



“No, ma’am,”



“Very well. No need to go to Herbology, Miss Granger. Take a free period. I believe Mr. Malfoy has a free period now,” she looked at Hermione over the top of her spectacles, “That will be all, Miss Granger.”



Hermione opened her mouth to say something about not caring about Malfoy, but changed her mind. She nodded and left the room. She went straight to their common room, and found him lying on the couch, staring into the fire.



“Did you say that stuff about me?” she demanded, hands on her hips. He looked up at her, surprised to see her.



“Of course not,” he replied, hie eyes flashing with anger, "How could you even suggest that I would?"



"Well, you've never given me much reason to trust you," she yelled at him, "How am I to know whether you'd have said something like that to cover your own hide,"



"You really have to small opinion of me?" he asked.



"Until recently you treated me like a second class citizen. You've even called me that name since you started this whole thing. How am I expected to trust you?"



He shook his head.



"Damn it, Granger. I thought I made it clear that I'm starting not to care about blood," he shouted at her.



"Really?" she asked surprised.



"Yes, really. I’m sorry, Granger. I thought that Pansy might be a problem, and I should’ve warned you. In fact I was going to warn you last night but…” he trailed off.



Her cheeks burned with the memory of why he’d forgotten to impart his warning.



“Oh!” she exclaimed.



"Don't worry about it though. I'll deal with Parkinson."



She studied him for a moment. She didn't envy the Slytherin girl. He looked ready to kill.



"Don't do anything that's going to give her more ammunition," she warned.



"Worried about me, Granger," he asked raising his eyebrow. She blushed and looked away.



“Come on, we have Charms,” he said standing and grabbing his book bag.



“Right,” she said following him from the common room. Before she could get all the way through the doorway, he turned and planted a quick kiss on her.



“I’m sorry about Pansy, Granger. I’ll make it up to you tonight,” he said with a smirk. She blushed again. He resumed his walk through the door, and held it open for her, before the headed down the corridor.



Ginny had been on her way to check on Hermione after the rumor had hit her eyes about what happened outside of the greenhouse. She wanted to make sure her friend was ok. She had just turned the corner heading towards the Head Suite when the door opened, and she saw Malfoy in the door frame. Her eyes widened when she saw the git kiss Hermione, and whisper something to her that made her blush. She watched in stunned silence as they walked off together. Hermione had lied to her. There was something going on between her and Malfoy.



Harry and Ron needed to hear about this.