Addicted to You

Chapter One: Addicted to You

It had only taken a few months to reconstruct Hogwarts to its former glory, with the help of the many student volunteers, donations from families, and the fund set up by the Ministry. The school was ready for students by that September.

When the Ministry realized how quickly the school was going to be open for students, it was apparent that the last school year was not a healthy learning environment and it was feared the students did not learn the criteria that they were supposed to learn. The Board of Governors and the Ministry decided it best that the school in whole should be held back to repeat the previous year. Harry, Ron and Hermione had the chance to be seventh years and complete their education, as did the many others that did not return to school last year.

The teachers and the Ministry collaborated trying to make the transition as easy as possible, last year’s first through seventh years were held back, and the new students that were to come to Hogwarts were placed as they would in the first year’s class – making it the largest class the school had ever seen.

And that was why Hermione Granger was patrolling the halls late one September night.

A light breeze blew from through the corridors, putting a small chill in air. The sky was clear and the moonlight illuminated the corridors to the point you didn’t need any candles or wand light. Hermione drew her cloak closer tighter around as she patrolled the third flood.

The evening itself had been pretty quiet. Most students were tucked in the safety of their dorm rooms, the memories of the past year very fresh in their minds. From what Hermione had heard, the Carrows had been vicious with punishments.

She turned the corner, shuddering at the thought of the battle last May. The loss had been horrific. Remus, Tonks, Fred, Snape, Colin, and the many more had died and given their lives in the fight against Voldemort over the years.

Harry had been very hesitant to come back, but, with some convincing, he decided it was for the best. Ron . . . well, Ron came back only because of Harry.

The budding relationship that he and Hermione started during their search for the Horcruxes had dissolved once the tension and stress died. Neither were scorned or heartbroken; they both understood that being friends was the only thing they would ever be.

Hermione was pulled out of her quiet thinking when she heard a low groan . . . or maybe it was a growl. Quickly, she pulled out her wand and quickened her step. Soon, she was able to hear panting. She rolled her eyes and pocketed her wand, knowing it was only two students doing . . . whatever they were doing.

She slowed down and turned to the alcove where the noises were coming from and was shocked to see Draco Malfoy leaning heavily against the stone wall, head lolled back, eyes closed, and mouth open in pleasure.

Hermione’s eyes traveled lower and down his torso to see his shirt unbuttoned and open. Pale skin was pulled taut over the defined muscles of his chest and abs. It was then that she noticed the girl on her knees in front of him. Mouth and hand wrapped around his hardened member. Stunned, Hermione took a second and watched as his erection disappeared into the girl’s mouth and as her hand pumped what she couldn’t fit into her mouth.

Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, the Gryffindor counted to ten, trying to rein in the desire and shame coursing though her.

When she dared opened her eyes, she was met with the grey curious stare of Malfoy. His tongue quickly darted out and moistened his bottom lip. The movement caught her attention, which he noticed. His lips quickly twisted into a smirk, jerking her attention back to his eyes. The curious glint had been replaced with dark mischief.

The noise that came from her throat, sounding very much like ‘eep’, caused the girl giving Malfoy such attention to fall back on her arse, revealing his length completely to Hermione’s eyes.

‘How in the hell . . .?’ she thought as she stared at him. A low chuckle brought her attention back to his face, his smirk more prominent.

The startled girl quickly straightened her clothes and stood up, looking shamefaced at the floor. Malfoy spared her a dismissive glance before rolling his eyes at her display and tucking himself back into his pants.

“Leave,” he told girl, sounding annoyed.

“W-what?” she looked from Draco to Hermione.

“Go, get out of my sight,” he sneered. He watched as she took off down the corridor, back to her dorm.

A low growl emanated from his chest as he started to button his shirt back up. “See what you’ve done?” His grey eyes still held that mischievous glint. “You’ve ruined my fun.” He paused before buckling his belt.

“So, Granger, how are you going to repay me?” He bit his lip, suggestively.

“P-pardon me?!” Her voice had risen an octave higher than she wanted, appalled at what he was suggesting.

“You heard me,” his voice was low and husky, knowing very well Miss Gryffindor Princess was affected by him.

“I w-will not!”

“The stutter is cute, adorable, really,” he cocked his head to one side, watching her blush.

He quickly closed the distance between them, grabbing both of her hands and pulling them behind her back. Her struggles were useless against his stronger physique, and, at the moment, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to get away.

Taking both wrists in one hand, and taking a few steps back into the safety of the alcove, he pushed her roughly against the wall. Dragging her wrists over her head, he pinned her against the stone.

“Bet you have a hot mouth, bet you would know exactly what to do with it, too. Would you like that? Sucking me off?” He nuzzled gently into her neck feeling her shudder against him.

“Let me go, M-Malfoy.”

He pulled back slightly, his smirk still twisted on his lips.

“Ask nicely,” he said as he grinded his hips against hers. The feel of him was strange, the tingles of desire mix with the shame of her situation. Hermione wasn’t sure which sensation was winning.

It must have taken her too long to answer because he nipped softly at her neck before pulling back and tracing her lips with one long finger.

“Such sweet lips, so plump . . . so moist.” He grinned when he pulled back and her tongue darted out taking the same path he had just made on her bottom lip.

Her eyes were darkened with lust, complete, unadulterated lust and Draco knew he was winning this battle with her.

“This is so wrong,” she moaned as he cupped her breast through her shirt.

“Oh, don’t I know it?” he said through a chuckle. “But it feels so good. I could hurt you so good that you’d beg for me to hurt you a little more. I can make you scream, baby.”

With a quick searing kiss, he let go of her hands and wound both of his arms around her waist, crushing her against him. She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, completely abandoning all thought and giving into the feeling and desire he was creating in her.

Pulling back only to breathe, he placed a small, almost tender kiss on her lips before pushing away from her, completely. Both of their chests were heaving from the passion they‘d just shared.

“You’ll dream of us, tonight,” he smirked before closing the distance again, giving her another chaste kiss and nipping harshly on her lip, causing her to gasp out and reach out for him. But he was quicker and stepped out of her grasp.

“And then you’ll crave me. Mark my words, Granger. You’ll beg me to make you feel like this again. You’ll become addicted to me.” With one finally smirk, he turned and walked away, stopping at the end of the hall.

“I promise you, everything thing I said, I can make come true, but it’s your choice. But once you’re mine, I won’t let you go.” He said quietly, it seemed more to himself, before making his way to his dorm.

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AN: I know, I know! I haven’t written in Markings of an Inmate in a very, very long time…but I am having a problem with that story…I promise I am not abandoning it! I promise…but I had to write this…it was begging me! Please don’t be mad. *Plate of cookies as peace offering*

This story is based off the song Addicted by Saving Abel…take a look if you haven’t heard it…and make sure it’s the explicit version…goes better with the story. =] I hope you enjoy this one…I am not planning on it to be too long…maybe ten, maybe fifteen chapters. Reviews and constructive criticism are very welcomed.

I have to give kudos for my beta’s (betas?) Margarita, the one who has stood by me through the Markings and now for this one! =] Have you read her stories? They are awesome…check ‘em out.

And my new one Sam, thanks hon for your help.