The Line Between Passion and Fury

Disclaimer: Unfortunately i don't own any of the Harry Potter characters, though it is my life dream.

Backround: Not HBP compatible. Harry and Ron are dead, no explanation, because, frankly, i just don't like them. Draco isn't evil, which we all knew anyway right?

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The Line Between Passion and Hate

Hermione reeled back her hand to slap Malfoy but he didn’t think she was actually going to hit him. The force of the strike actually turned his head sideways, the left side of his face searing. He grabbed Hermione's arm and held it at her side even as her other hand flew to the side of his face, scratching this time, drawing blood. With a yell of pain and frustration Malfoy grabbed both her wrists and slammed her against a wizened old tree, relishing the wince on her pretty face. The rage pulsing through his veins made him want to hurt her. Hurt her badly. But he wouldn't.

Lost in the seething emotions heating his blood and reddened his pale face, he didn't notice she could still move her legs. Hermione's knee slammed into his stomach, causing him to stumble backwards with a grunt. She was on top of him, her knees on either side of his hips, holding his wrists now, one in each hand. He tried to sit up, growling, but she shoved her knee into his stomach again, her ankle pressing against his crotch. The rage was too much now to even allow him to register the pain she was successfully administering to his body, knee, half covered with a torn knee-sock, pushed into his stomach, nails biting into his wrists, leaving half moons of blood. He didn't feel it. Malfoy shoved his hips up and raised his torso off the forest floor, knocking her off balance enough to sit up. She still sat on his hips, still held his wrists, but she couldn't force his back onto the ground again. The fury raged behind her brown eyes, and he crashed his mouth into hers. Hermione made a yelping noise but accepted the kiss as another battle. Her tongue, warm and urgent, pushed into his mouth and his eyes widened as her hand ripped the front of his shirt open, releasing his wrists.

"Hermione," he gasped, the rage draining from his veins, being replaced with something else, something hot and burning.

"Shut up," she said, attacking his neck, biting and bruising the pale skin down to his collar bone.

Malfoy groaned and pulled her sweater off her narrow shoulders, slipping his hands under her white school shirt. With the hand that wasn't holding the back of his neck, she grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand under her skirt, his fingers finding the damp cotton of her panties. Something in Malfoy snapped and he pushed her back onto the rough ground, pushing his tongue into her mouth and pulling her panties down, nearly ripping them. It was Hermione's turn to gasp as his mouth trailed kisses and nips down her throat to her chest. He ripped open her shirt and fumbled with her bra until she sat up and unhooked it herself, giving him a look somewhere between desire and annoyance. His mouth brushed her rosy nipple as his fingers begin to explore her damp folds. Hermione's torso arched under his, a soft moan that set his skin on fire escaping from those perfect swollen lips. "Malfoy," she breathed, then, her nails digging into the flesh of his back, his fingers invading her wet sex, "Draco."

That was it. Malfoy sat up, straddling Hermione fumbling with his belt while she looked up at him, tousled, red faced, eyes shining with lust. She sat up under him, pulling the belt off him, shoving his pants around his knees and wrapping her fingers around his length. Malfoy nearly choked on his own breath as he gasped when her mouth wrapped around his shaft. "Ah," he groaned through gritted teeth, eyes closing, not caring where she'd learned to do this or how many boys she'd done it too.

Since Harry and Ron died, Hermione had changed, become reckless and unpredictable. It was mostly her fault they'd been together in the woods anyway. As a prefect, it was natural for him to ask what Hermione thought she was doing wandering out of the castle in the middle of the night. Instead of answering she actually "Acio-ed" his wand and hexed it into uselessness, then running into the darkness of the woods. He'd followed her of course, to try and protect her, but she didn't respond so well to his chivalry, slapping him when he came close to her.
Malfoy grabbed Hermione's shoulders and pushed her back to the forest floor, looking into those stormy eyes for a moment before pushing his length into her wet sex. She felt like heaven enfolding him. Hermione's mouth opened in a wordless O as he thrust into her, his head collapsing into her neck where he bit and sucked. He finger nails were biting into his back, dragging bloody lines across his shoulder blades. It felt good and Malfoy thrust harder wanting to hear her come, feel her shuddering under him, tighten around him. He didn't have to wait long, one of his hands snaking between their heaving bellies to press into Hermione's core. Her body arched under his for the last time, a cry escaping her lips, then his name as he came as well, milked by the spasms of her tight sex. Malfoy moaned, riding out his orgasm as hers subsided, then collapsing onto her. They lay there for a while both stunned in the wake of their fury. Then Malfoy felt a shove against his shoulder. He shakily raised himself off of her and she sat up. Reaching into the sweater he had ripped away she pulled out his wand and her own, tapping his and muttering expertly, rendering his wand useable again.

Hermione smiled and stood, hooking her bra and buttoning up her shirt. Malfoy stood as well, still a little stunned, pulling up his pants and pulling his irreparable shirt over his shoulders. Hermione slid her body against his, her hand brushing his hip. Then she spun on her heal, stalking back up to the castle.

Malfoy sat hard back on the ground, trying to figure out what had just happened. Did he just fuck Hermione Granger, model student, picture of virtue and innocence? He felt something damp seeping through his pocket and slid his hand inside. In the dark it took him a second to recognize that the scrap of cloth he held in his hand were Hermione's panties.