You\'re Mine

Just a litte PWP one-shot i had to get out of my system.

Dedicated to LadyVoldemort87.


You're Mine

LadyBlueEyes


Hermione Granger was furious. The Hogwarts Head Girl stormed in the common room she shared with the Head Boy, Draco Malfoy. He had done it again. Left her to run the prefects meeting while he was probably in his room cozied up with some Slytherin slut. He had not only left her to run the meeting, she had to stay and listen to at least four prefects whine about the rotating schedule for rounds, and she had to soothe Ron's ruffled feathers once again because he could not understand that she felt nothing for him beyond friendship. Honestly, if Draco had been there perhaps, just perhaps, Ron wouldn't have cornered her and those simpering prefects would not have complained so bitterly about losing free time to do rounds. Damn the man!!!

Slamming the portrait closed (a muffled yelp could be heard from the young mermaid in the portrait), Hermione saw the object of her irritation and anger sleeping soundly on the overstuffed couch in front of the fireplace. He hadn't even stirred when she had slammed the portrait shut! Stomping over to the couch, she stood there looking down at the sleeping form of Draco Malfoy. He truly was a fine specimen of man. His years playing Quidditch had left his body taut and toned and she felt her self get warm as she stared at his bare chest. His blond hair was no longer slicked back but free to hang in his face and damn if she didn't want to run her fingers through it. That thought sent her blood boiling. This was ferret boy, for goodness sakes. So what if he was sleeping on the couch in black silk boxer shorts, so what if he was the object of affection of all the simpering idiots in Hogwarts. He was irresponsible, he was chauvanistic, he was unreliable, he was...he was.....

With a frustrated yelp, Hermione drew back her hand, ready to slap him into wakefullness. However, she had stared so long at his slumbering form that she had not seen him staring up at her with hooded eyes. He took in her slender form as she stood over him. Her chest was heaving with her labored breath and it was a fight not to reach up and run his hands up under her shirt and sweater to feel her generous breasts in his hands. Her skirt was swinging slightly back and forth as she could barely stand still due ot her frustration. Watching the edge of her skirt tickle her thighs was almost his undoing. He wanted to see the prize that lay between them, had wanted to for quite some time now. Wanted to taste the jewel hidden in the folds, and make her scream his name. He smirked inwardly as he saw her slight intake of breath and knew it was because he was lying about in his underwear. He wasn't blind to her covert glances during class, or in prefect meetings. However he knew that it was only a matter of time before their squabbles escalated into something more.

He had wanted her since the end of the war, when it came out that his family had helped the Light win. While most had been forgiving or understanding, Hermione had remained aloof. She nodded her acceptance of his apology for the way he had treated her in previous years, but kept a cool attitude towards him. So they had reverted to their younger selves and irritated each other as often as possible. It turned him on no end to see her get angry and frustrated, and knew that he evoked a deep response in her as well, even if she refused to admit.

He saw her arm come flying out towards him but before her hand could make contact with his cheek he grabbed her by the wrist so that she was sprawled out on top of him. Hermione yelped her surprise.

"Damn it, Malfoy!! What the hell do you think you are doing?" Ignoring her struggles and her words Draco flipped her over so she was on her back on the couch and he was nestled, quite snugly, between the creamy thighs he had been dreaming about for quite some time.

"You were about to slap me!" he countered. Biting his bottom lip to hold back the groan as she wiggled around trying to get up, he continued, "You got away with that once in third year, you'll not do it again. Stop moving around, Granger!" He bit out.

"Why?" She countered too flustered and angry to realize the exact predicament she was in.

Staring into her amber eyes, he rolled his hips into her letting her feel his hardness against her core, showing her the reaction she was bringing out in him. Her eyes widened at the feel of his length pushing against her. She had only had one other partner, a muggle boy last summer, but apparently that boy had nothing on Draco. She glanced down between the small space betweent their bodies, acknowledging the erotic display they made. He, in his boxers, she in her school uniform, skirt flipped up showing off her white cotton panties, with her legs spread as he rested between them. Glancing back up into his grey eyes, seeing the smirk on his face made her anger return full force.

"Get off of me, Malfoy! You disgust me!" Hermione raised her hands to push against his chest, however the blond Adonis between her legs remained immovable.

His smirk turning into a full fledged grin, he spoke, "Disgust you, do I, Granger? Is that why I can feel your wetness through your panties, I can smell your arousal. Believe me, I can feel your disgust seeping onto my boxer shorts." Rolling his hips into her again he watched her squeeze her eyes closed and bite her lip to keep from crying out her pleasure.

Hermione was caught and she well knew it. If she were honest with herself she had been wanting Draco for the last year or more. Now he was here, literally right where she wanted him, and she was going to make him fight for it. He was going to earn the right to slide himself inside her, and bring them both off.

"You prick! What right do you have handling me this way? I should go to Professor McGonagall and report you for harassment!" Her hand came up of its own accord, this time landing against his cheek in a resounding slap neither of then had anticipated. Draco's head snapped to the side with the force of the blow. Slowly he turned his head to look at her. Her hands were covering her mouth in shock, and somewhere inside Draco knew she hadn't planned on slapping him, but it was too late now. He was well and truly pissed off and turned on.

"Report me, will you? And what is it that you'll tell your precious Head of House? That you were going to wake me with a slap, that you actually did slap me? The proof is in the hand print on my cheek, Granger." His words were low and hard, making her realize exactly how turned on he was. Feeling herself get wetter at the dark look on his face, Hermione decided the bold approach would be her best option.

Quick as a wink she slid a hand between them, grasping his hard cock in her hand. "This is the proof, Draco. And if you don't use it, I will report you for shirking your duties as Head Boy." Working her hand up and down in slow motion, she tortured him while waiting for his response.

Draco growled low in his throat at her touch, surprise and pleasure warring with the need to take charge and remind her who was boss here. After a few moments he spoke, "Enough! I'll not shirk my duties with you, however be warned. There is no going back. This is your only chance to leave." Watching her face for any sign of hesitation, he was pleased to see her gaze grow darker in anticipation of what was to come.

Leaning down so that his mouth grazed her ear he whispered, "Are you willing to submit to me?" His hot breath sent a shiver of longing through Hermione. She wanted him like she had never wanted anything before, not even her shiny Head Girl badge.
Leaning up so that she could whisper in his ear she replied, "The question, Draco, is if you are willing to submit to me?" His response surprised her. He merely threw back his head and laughed, a deep, rich sound that filled her ears.

She frowned. Did he not think she was serious? She was no wall flower, and would take from him what she needed. She would use his hands, his mouth, his cock to bring herself pleasure, consequences be damned! She would....

Hermione's thoughts were interrupted when Draco sat up, taking her with him and arranging her so that she sat facing him, legs on either side of his hips, her moist heat never losing contact with his straining erection. Moaning at the feel of him where she needed him the most, Hermione ground her hips slowly into him. His hands gripped her hips, pushing her down so that there was nothing but their underwear between them.

"Bastard!" She spit out, angry at him for filling her with this need and angry at herself for knowing there would come a day when she would give in. "I still don't like you much." She spoke venomously, her voice ladened with lust and some deep emotion.

Draco reached up to snake a hand in her hair at the base of her neck and using it he tugged her forward. "You're a right bitch, Granger," he stated between nips of her fleshy bottom lip, "I don't like you much either, but I'm going to mark you as mine."

"Never be yours!" She replied before grabbing his face in her hands and setting a searing kiss on his lips. The kiss was hot, all lips and teeth and tongues, each one fighting to dominate, each one wanting to be the victor in this erotic duel. Draco pulled her ever closer needing as much contact with her lush body as possible. Hermione continued grinding her hips, her panties now completely soaked through. And still they fought for control, neither giving in as the demand for pleasure grew ever higher.

Hermione ran her hands over Draco's well muscled chest, lightly rubbing his nipples with her finger tips, causing him to groan and buck beneath her. Suddenly she felt cool air rushing over her own and nipples and glanced down to see that she was completely topless. Not even sure how he did that without her realizing she didn't have time to complain as he bent her back over his arm and took one straining nipple into his mouth. She gasped at the feel of his warm tongue swirling around and moaned as she felt him suck the tight nub into his mouth. Sensations ran straight from her nipples to her throbbing center and she gripped his hair making sure he stayed exactly where he was.

Draco was becoming more aroused than he ever thought he could be. The sounds she made, the moans and the gasps, were music to his ears and he knew he wouldn't be able to wait long before he had to sheathe himself inside of her. Switching his attention between her nipples he nearly yelped when her her grip on his hair became painful. So the little kitten liked a spot of roughness, did she? Gripping her hair as tightly as she held his, he brought her mouth to his in a kiss that burned through them. He stood up and she automatically wrapped her legs round his waist.

Draco stumbled in the direction of his bedroom door, but he lost concentration as Hernione tried to devour him. She slid her lips down the side of his neck, taking bites as she went, causing him to slam her back against the nearest wall. He slid a hand up her thigh and beneath her skirt, while balancing her with his other arm around her waist.

"Fuck, Granger, you are so fucking wet. A man could drown happily in it." His words made her blood heat, especially knowing he was so turned on because of her. His long finger skimmed underneath the edge of her panties, and slid easily into her tight heat. She gasped at the feeling and knew she wanted more. Needed him to fill the ache that seemed to grow the longer he teased her.

"Merlin, stop bloody teasing both of us and get on with it! " She groaned as he insterted another finger inside of her. Her inner walls clenched around his fingers as he rhythmically pumped them in and out. Her words seemed to spur Draco on and without any warning he pulled his fingers from her and ripped her panties away. her breath hitched at the violence of the act. "Now, Gods Draco, now!!!" Needing to feel the weight of him inside her, Hermione tried to move and help him push his boxer shorts down. However that only resulted in the two of them ending up on the floor in a tangle of limbs.

"Bloody impatient wench!" Draco muttered as he tried to disentangle himself.

"Stuff it, Ferret!" Hermione replied, taking the opportunity to grasp his thick cock in her hands.

"I will, you insufferable bint, just as soon as you let go of it!" Hermione, too far gone with lust barely registered his snarky tone. Her eyes took in the length of him and she just had to taste it. She shoved Draco roughly onto his back, forcing him to lay down. Kneeling beside him she bent downand took the tip into her mouth. Draco swore and growled low in his throat at the feel of her soft tongue caressing the sensitive underside. She smiled around his thickness as he clenched his hands in her hair.

"Deeper, Granger, I want to feel your hot little mouth slide up and down." She obliged, he groaned. She decided she wanted him to return the favor, so keeping her mouth firmly in place, she wiggled about so that her legs now straddled his head and her glistening womanhood staring him right in the face. He wrapped his hands about her hips and brought her down to his mouth. He gave one long lick before burying his tongue inside of her. She moaned at the feel of his thick tongue fucking her and in response began to suck him deeper into her mouth, letting her lips slide up and down his hard shaft as she cupped and fondled his balls in one hand.

Draco removed his tongue from her quivering hole and directed his attention towards the tiny mass of nerves that was now slightly engorged and peeking out from beneath her dripping folds. Using his tongue he took short quick licks, causing her to lift her mouth from his cock and moan his name. They kept up their oral ministrations on each other until Draco felt her body start to clench in anticipation of an orgasm.

Grabbing her and twisting their bodies he rolled until he was once again situated between her thighs. The head of his cock rested at the opening of her pussy and he could feel the heat and wetness pouring out of her. "Granger, you'll be mine after this." he said, reaffirming his earlier statement.

"Not unless I make you mine first," she challenged raising her hips in order to feel him slide into her, but Draco held back. Teasing her by lightly rubbing himself against her. Gods, she felt good. Seeing the need in her eyes and wanting to prove that she would be his, he plunged into her without warning. Hermione screamed in ecstasy as he pounded into her. He was hot, hard and there was a possessivenes about it that had her losing all control. Wildly she flung her legs out trying to give him access to all of her at once. Her nails raked down his back causing him to hiss at the burst of pleasure mingled with pain.

For every thrust of his hips, Hermione rolled hers upward trying to drive him deeper into her core. Lips and tongues met in a duel, not for supremacy this time, but for the sheer pleasure of kissing. His tongue thrust into her mouth imitating the rhythm of his cock plunging into her pussy.

"Oh Oh Oh...." She breathed, as the swirling sensations inside of her built higher and higher.

"Damn, Hermione, you are so fucking tight.....so good....." Draco bit out, trying to hold back the orgasm he could feel rising up inside. He was not going to come before she did. Determined to make her scream his name, he snaked ahand between them and began to strum her clit with his thumb. This seemed to be just the push she needed to go bring her right ot the edge. She moaned and panted, the sensations growing at an even faster rate then before.

"Malfoy.....please." She groaned.

"My name...Hermione. Say. My. Name." He gritted his teeth at the feel of her pussy throbbing around him, squeezing him tight. Just a little longer now, he thought.

"Draco." She said on a groan, which turned into a scream of ecstasy as he pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger, applying just the right amount of pressure to send her spiraling over the edge.

"Draco!" She yelled as the pleasure overtook her, causing her entire body to tremble and ripples of pleasure to spread through her. The clenching of her slick inner walls sent Draco over the edge as well as he drove himself into her and he shouted her name as he climaxed inside of her, the warmth of his come coating her inner walls and causing her to wrap her legs tightly about his waist. They both lay there, breathless and tired, neither having the strength or will to move anywhere.

Minutes ticked by and finally Draco found enough strength to prop himself up on his arms and stare down at the Head Girl. He smirked down at her and Hermione knew what he was going to say. Not wanting him to win, she spoke at the same time he did.

"You're mine!"

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