I Hate You, More

The room was thick with smoke. Portraits of the ancient and ‘noble’ ancestors of several Death Eaters hung precariously along the walls, but were being strangely silent as they watched the pair before them. It was like watching a light show as the spells flew out of their wands towards the other.

“Maybe this time I’ll actually get to kill you,” the blond man said to the girl.

“Keep dreaming, ferret,” she replied, firing another hex and making him dodge out of her way.

“Would be a pity, what with all the good times we’ve had,” he taunted.

“Ha, good times? The only good times we’ve had are when we’ve beaten the shit out of each other.”

They fired several hexes and blocking spells in quick succession, each dodging a curse as sweat beaded their brows and dripped from their bodies.

“Come now, Granger, you know better than that.”

“Shut it and fight, Malfoy. I’ll see your ass in Azkaban before the day is out.”

“You wish! What about sixth year? You were rather nice to me that one time.”

She fired a severing charm at his head which he ducked easily. “That’s because you were crying like a girl, Malfoy.”

“Easy, Granger, I need that hair!” he screeched and then fired several nasty hexes at her.

“What about seventh year? You would have never made it without my help and you know it,” he added, before throwing himself behind a desk to dodge an angrily flung spell.

“And you promised we’d never speak of our seventh year again,” she growled.

He lazily dodged another hex as he smirked and said, “but it was such great times, Granger. You remember, hiding from Potter and Weasley and working with me. You even cried on my shoulder when Weasley broke your heart.”

The hex came so fast and with such precision, he didn’t have time to block it. A deep gash formed on his left bicep and along his chest. Quickly looking down and assessing the damage, he looked back at her and growled before walking closer.

“That wasn’t very nice,” he snarled, only a few feet away from her now.


“If you don’t back up, I’ll take your whole fucking arm off,” she replied sweetly.

Sweat was coating her flushed face and strands of hair had escaped her haphazard ponytail, giving her the look of a sated goddess. The mere idea of such a thing angered him more than he could say and he stepped closer to her, shoving her shoulder with one hand and knocking her wand away with the other.

“Defenseless now, Granger,” he snarled.

“Hardly,” she replied.

Before he knew what was happening, Draco found himself watching his wand fly across the room as she landed on both of her feet once again.

His blond hair swung around his face as his blazing blue eyes came back to her. Anger was etched in his face, but far from being frightened, Hermione found herself actually more turned on now then she could ever remember being.

“Now,” she growled back to him, “get the fuck away.”

He shoved her once more, hard and angry, but trying desperately not to hit with his clenched fists.

“That was MY wand, Granger,” he said through gritted teeth.

She shoved him back with both her small hands and the force made him stumble slightly. “Gee, really?” she replied sarcastically. “The other one was mine,” she added, walking towards her own wand.

He suddenly lowered his body and swung his leg out, tripping her and making her fall flat on her stomach with a loud ‘oomph.’

Shooting up, she swung her leg back around at him. The force of her kick to his chest sent him sprawling across the floor on his ass. He quickly regained his footing and lunged at her, bringing her back down under his hard body. Scampering out from under a body that did more to her mind than it should, she stood up the same time as him. With a smirk worthy of one of his own, she balled her fist and hit him square in the jaw.

His eyes opened wide with shock as his hand flew to his jaw. He glared at her as he worked it back and forth, making sure the little minx didn’t break it.

“That’s it,” he snarled, pushing her forcefully against the wall and making plaster fall down all around them. “Never hit me again, you stupid bitch.”

With a mirthless chuckle, she brought her knee up and caught his gut, making him double over in pain. She attempted another swing at his face, but he easily caught her wrist and pushed her against the wall again, holding her hand down beside her body.

“You stupid little Mudblood!”

“Fucking ferret!” she yelled back.

Then it happened. Neither of them knew exactly what ‘it’ was. Perhaps a moment when they both lost complete control of their brains, or maybe the leftover magic in the room forced them closer. Then again, maybe the built up tension from years of hating, but also comforting each other made her tilt her head up at the same time that his leaned down. Either way, their lips met and they both felt the jolt, the surge of energy that arched between them.

He kissed her harder, forcing his tongue into her mouth as she fought for dominance with her own. Her hands were still pinned beside her hips by his own, but as the kiss continued, he dropped her hands and fisted one through her now fallen hair. She grabbed the front of his shirt in her fists and pulled him closer, his body now flush with hers as they continued to fight with their tongues.

Breaking the kiss, he forcefully pushed her further into the wall. “I hate you so much,” he growled, his eyes roaming her face for confirmation.

“I hate you more,” she replied with equal vigor as their lips met again.

Suddenly, his hands were moving all over her upper body. Sliding down her neck and shoulders, along her sides and to her hips. He drew her even closer, pressing her breasts firmly against his chest and her own fists. Groaning deep in his throat, he ran his hands under her tank top, skimming her ribs with his finger before grabbing her body by the waist and lifting her up against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he lowered his mouth to her neck and shoulders. Sucking and nibbling everywhere he could reach while his hands grabbed her shirt and yanked it off her body.

Wanting, needing desperately to feel his skin, she jerked his tight, black t-shirt up over his head and threw it on the floor with her own. His lips left a scorching trail down her collarbone and to her breasts. She gasped and moaned in pleasure when he released the snap on her bra and took a hardened nipple into his mouth as he roughly palmed the other one. Her hands wound tightly in his hair and she threw her head back in ecstasy.

She could feel his hand on her thigh, pushing her skirt up even further around her waist. With a sharp pain and loud ripping sound, he tore her knickers from her body and plunged a finger in her soaking wet pussy, making her buck her hips and moan again.

“So wet and tight for me, Mudblood,” he groaned, inserting another finger and roughly thrusting them in and out of her.

Her head whipped back and forth with want, need, and frustration as she forced her hips down on his hand and against his jean clad arousal. “Are you going to fuck me or not?” she hissed.

“Oh, I’m going to fuck you, Granger,” he snarled, taking her nipple in his mouth and biting down on her nipple so hard she screamed in pleasure. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll beg me for more.”

She could feel when he moved his hands to his zipper, heard as he drew it down and his pants fell to his thighs. Suddenly, his cock was free and forcing its way inside of her. He roughly thrust his entire length inside her aching pussy and she clung to him, digging her fingers into his shoulders as their hate and power collided and drew them harder and harder into each other.

“Gods, yes!” she cried when he pumped into her further.

“Like my cock, Granger? Like me fucking you?”

“Shut up!” she growled as his thrusts quickened and she continued to meet each and every one.

“You like having me inside your cunt. You’re a little whore who’d let anyone fuck you, even your own worst ememy!”

“Fuck you, Malfoy!”

“No,” he murmured against her neck, his fingers slipping between them to play with her clit. His ass clenching with each thrust into her and her legs wrapped so tightly around his waist that she drew him in even further. “I believe I’m fucking you!”

“Oh, Gods!” she screamed when her orgasm washed over her and she squeezed his cock hard with each convulsion.

“Fuck, so tight,” he gasped, thrusting inside her over and over before his own sweet oblivion came to his body and he released his come deep inside her willing body.

Slowly, he sat her down on shaky legs and held her until she could support herself. “Damn you, Malfoy,” she sighed, making him laugh at her.

“Let me guess, you’re really going to kill me next time?” he asked, smirking sexily at her.

A small grin touched her lips and she replied, “Yes, next time I will kill you.”

“That’s what you always say, my beautiful whore,” he murmured, gently touching her cheek only to have her swat his hand away, “But we always end up in a state of undress with me fucking you into a wall, or floor, or desk. We’re really not that picky, are we?”

She pulled her shirt back on and collected her wand. Smiling her sexy smile she said, “You never know, Malfoy, maybe next time I’ll be fucking you into the floor.”

“I look forward to it.”

With that, she headed back to headquarters to tell the Order that the last remaining Death Eater was still unaccounted for, but that she’d keep trying--harder and harder every time.


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