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The glass of chardonnay refilled itself immediately after her final sip. Halfway. Less than what she would have liked, but considering it was her third glass, it wasn't truly an inconvenience. Taking a sip, she carefully walked to the table where Harry stood, blinking quickly to clear her vision.
"Is it me, or is tonight absolutely dreadful?" Hermione groaned, blowing air through her lips. A strand of hair moved off her forehead.
Harry gave her a weird look, green eyes scanning the room for anyone that could perhaps have ruined his friend's mood, but found nothing out of the ordinary. He shrugged.
"No better or worse than the previous years." He replied and she made a face as if to disagree then took another sip. He furrowed his brow but still chuckled. "You okay?"
Hermione sighed then tilted her head up to the ceiling.
"Fine. Though I suppose I am bitter that Malfoy is over there charming the donor I'm supposed to be networking with. He has already secured five thousand galleons for our department." She wished in that moment her eyes could shoot pointy, rigid edged daggers straight through that arrogant blonde's head. A small, sadistic smile graced her lips when she thought of the scene.
Harry laughed this time, still confused.
"Isn't that a good thing? Your goal was what? Three thousand for werewolf research or whatever?" He said, looking to where Hermione was staring.
Her jaw clenched and eyes narrowed even harder. Malfoy and the man who's money she was after—a very prominent philanthropist from Japan—shared a laugh and patted each other on the back.
Malfoy had slicked the shorter strands of hair on the side of his head back, letting a few pieces of hair fall loose over his forehead. Adorned in midnight blue robes and an annoying egotistical smile, Malfoy was getting on every one of her last nerves. Especially because he decided to bring out his father's old cane, and that there was a strawberry blonde idiot hanging on his arm acting like Malfoy was the prince of the Gala.
Everything about him pissed Hermione off. He didn't even have a limp, what did he need that stupid fucking cane for?
"Hindsight, yes, it's a great thing. But I wanted to be the one that secured the donation. Now our boss is going to be praising him first thing Monday and I have to deal with him gloating the entire fucking week." She explained while still sneering at the former Slytherin.
Harry for the life of him couldn't understand why Hermione and Malfoy still hated each other. Malfoy seemed to get along with everyone these days, even Ron of all people. But since he joined the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, it created a massive issue between him and Hermione. Mainly competitive for the advancement of their careers, but for whatever reason, they would go at it like it was life or death.
"I'm sure it won't be that bad." Harry tried, watching as Hermione took a hefty gulp of her wine.
"You don't know what Malfoy's like at work then." She snorted a reply then wiped the corner of her mouth. There was a permanent crease in her forehead from how much she was frowning.
"I don't think he's that—" Harry was ready to offer up his opinion but his best friend looked flushed from alcohol and rage, so he quickly snapped his mouth shut when she sent him a warning look.
"He's the worst. Honestly Harry. A menace to work with. Everyday he brags about what he's done for the department and how he's going to advance faster than me. Not to mention he talks to me like he's my superior. I cannot fucking stand him."
"And who might that be, Granger?"
The man appeared before them with an inquisitive and priggish smirk. The witch on his arm was off staring at them like she was looking at paint drying. Hermione could hardly be bothered by the woman, her attention was focused on the man who she constantly dreamt about punching in the face.
"Oh, just a coworker. About six foot, greasy blonde hair and an ego the size of Africa. Know him?" The sickly sweet tone was anything but, it made Malfoy smile like a cat.
"No, but I do know a man that's six-three, gorgeous platinum hair and a heart as big as the ocean is deep." His grin only grew when she rolled her eyes and fisted the stem of her wine glass a little harder.
Harry watched Malfoy irk Hermione, not in any way malicious, but almost like he was purposely trying to get her angrier. Like he knew exactly what buttons to push. He would do it with others, and everyone knew he was joking, but Hermione could never let his harmless jabs go these days.
"I don't think that man exists in our department, Malfoy." Hermione snapped, visibly releasing a breath.
"Oh but he does, Granger." He teased and took the wine glass from Hermione's grip, finishing it off himself like the crowd had just cheered him. Hermione's eye twitched as he sighed and set the glass back down within her reach. She snatched it towards her as he finished talking, the refilling wine nearly sploshing out of its confinement. "And that man also happened to secure another two thousand galleons for our project from our friends in Switzerland."
Hermione gasped, Harry jumped at the noise.
"You already spoke to the commissioner—" She began asking but Malfoy arrogantly cut her off with a quirked brow.
"Yes I did. She even invited me to speak at their next discussion panel regarding the progress of werewolf legislation."
The air in her lungs left, every nerve in her body was doused in seething resentment. Despite her and Malfoy working for the same department, she was the head of policy research regarding all legislation for werewolves. She was the more qualified one to be speaking at an international discussion panel.
"You didn't—"
"Accept?" He finished, then turned his head down to give her an evil gaze. "I did. The commissioner said she was happy to have such an expert join them."
As soon as he finished his sentence, Hermione's hand snapped the stem off her wine glass. Harry gasped, Malfoy's date shrieked. Wine spilled over the table and onto Hermione's dress, staining a dark patch over the light gray of her dress.
She glanced down in shock at her own actions. Harry quickly took the napkins and began wiping the surface clear, muttering to tell her to calm down but she could barely hear him. Her cheeks splashed a bright red and she felt foolish for overreacting. Giving Malfoy and his idiot date a show.
In a quick glance up, she saw him biting his cheek to suppress a laugh, and she grew absolutely murderous. Hermione dashed away from the table before she could say or do anything she'd regret in the morning. There were international ambassadors at this event, her boss was here as well as other ministry leaders. Even if Malfoy was ruining her night, she couldn't be anything less than the perfect Ministry employee and war heroine.
The wooden doors of the bathroom slammed against the wall from her force. She lightly cringed at her actions and checked to see no other occupants were present before locking the entire room. Hermione leaned her hands against one of three sinks, slumping her head down and ran some cold water.
She pulled out her wand, cleansing her stain away and giving her entire dress a freshening charm so she didn't reek of alcohol for the remainder of the night. Hermione ran her hand under the cold water, reaching up to her neck and chest to contain the warmth. She rolled her neck side to side, then looked at herself in the mirrors.
There was nothing she could do about the redness in her cheeks. With the mix of irritation and alcohol, she'd have to deal with the childlike red glow for the remainder of the night.
With a few deep breaths, she continued to sort herself out. The private moment necessary before she returned to the party. She hoped she could avoid Malfoy for the rest of the Gala, otherwise she'd force herself to leave early before anything else transpired between them.
There was a pounding on the door that broke her peaceful moment.
"Just a minute!" She called back. Suppose it was poor manners to hoard the only bathroom with three toilets, but she really needed the time to herself.
Shutting off the water and drying her hands, Hermione tried to flatten down some of the curls on top of her hair.
The pounding came again, and she rolled her eyes ready to glare at the annoying woman on the other side who couldn't even wait ten seconds before rudely slamming her fists down again.
Huffing to herself, she marched over to the door and mumbled the unlocking charms.
"All yours—" She said but was soon backed into the bathroom again when Malfoy stepped into the space. The sound of his heavy footsteps and thunk of that stupid cane filling her ears.
A menacing smile was drawn onto his face, his gray eyes looked darker under the dim bathroom lights.
"Get out." She spat, standing a few paces away from the door. She watched from over his shoulder the wood swinging close, noises from beyond dulled, and it made her very aware of the door suddenly locking.
"The hell do you want?"
Malfoy looked unperturbed by the venom of her tone. In fact, he only looked happier hearing it.
"That was quite the diversion, Granger. You're lucky our boss had his back turned when you had your little fit." He said and she breathed heavily through her nostrils.
"My little fit?" She repeated and Malfoy nodded mockingly.
"Mhm. I had to lie to a few people and say you were just too excited when you found out the news of my fundraising skills." Malfoy took another step, his teeth bared as he smirked. "I came to collect a 'thank you."
Her fists were clenched so tight that her nails began breaking her skin and the wood of her wand scratched into her palm.
"You arrogant son of a—" Hermione stepped forward, tilting her head to look up at him.
"Aw, big words from such a small girl." The condescending smile only grew. "Careful Granger, piss me off and I might tell Poland's Magical Creatures Department Head that you went home sick."
"Fuck you Malfoy!" She shouted in his face and tried to push past him.
His palm quickly caught her forearm, tugging her to an abrupt halt. She glared at where he was touching her and looked up to see him lean down and scowl.
"I didn't get my 'thank you' Granger. Now be nice so we can both enjoy my success of the evening."
"Surprised how you can stay on the ground with how much air is in that big fat fucking head of yours." She growled and tried to yank her arm away. The action caused him to jerk forward, closer to her face.
"Don't know how you can even walk straight with that stick up your arse." Malfoy's lip curled up, finally letting his resolve break and showing her his anger.
"At least I can walk without an idiotic cane. Did daddy dearest leave it in his will for you?" Hermione knew she was pushing him, but every time he spoke it caused a disgusting taste of bile to rise on her tongue.
"A gift from my mother actually and watch your fucking mouth—"
"No I don't think I will Malfoy." Tilting her head up to nearly be eye to eye, she got off and the way his vein popped through on his forehead. She loved knowing she got under his bright pale skin just as much as he got under hers.
"Funny how you always comment on my ego, when your head is shoved so far up your own arse I think most days you turn purple from a lack of oxygen." Malfoy's sneer was nearly turning his face red.
"I prefer the sight up there than having to look at your ugly rat face!" The breath of her insult caused a wisp of his hair to move from his forehead. The air was warm around them, hot even, from their breathing.
"Said the feral looking bitch!" He shouted back and Hermione audibly gasped.
Instincts flickered on and she kicked his shin hard, causing him to yelp and slightly bend down. His grip on her forearm loosened. With the new strength, instead of leaving, Hermione stayed and watched him cower in pain. A surge of satisfaction coursed through her bloodstream. Hearing his pain, inflicted by her, felt victorious.
"Now you have a legitimate reason to use your dumb cane."
Finally, she released herself and turned to walk out the door, but his hand shot out and yanked her back. In an instant, she was pushed up against the wall.
"You are the most annoying fucking cunt I have ever met!"
His body pressed into hers to the point where it was difficult to breathe. Despite fear crawling up her back, Hermione was quick to raise her wand and jam it into his throat. Malfoy's dark eyes grinned menacingly at her, his hand around her own throat.
"Never know when to quit, huh Granger? Always have to try to prove you're better."
Malfoy's breath hit her senses like a tidal wave. Her eyes sink lower, inhales uneven as she dug the tip of her wand deeper into his jugular. She saw his jaw clench and the hold on her throat tightened. A shiver spread through her body and she was desperately trying to think of a way to get out of here, but she'd be damned if she let Malfoy win any fight.
"Get you fucking hands off me otherwise I'll put you in the hospital tonight." She said, eyes bravely meeting his with a fire ready to explode. His lip curled and he gave out a humorless laugh.
"All bark no bite. You don't have the fucking gull. Still the goody two shoes you were at Hogwarts." The baritones of his voice seemed to echo in her brain. Heat from his palm matched the temperature of her warming body.
"You don't know me at all." She retorted with a glare.
"If you were truly capable of hurting me, you would have by now. But you didn't. You're still the same insecure girl—"
"Fuck you—" She bit out.
"Still competing to prove herself she can run with the boys." Malfoy's voice rose, they began shouting over one another.
"You're not even half as smart as me and you know it. A mugg—" She could feel her magic run through her as she ignited with rage.
"Whining about her muggleborn status. Boo hoo. Cry me a fucking river Granger—"
"The muggleborn that begged Wizengamot to reduce your—"
"Fuck you!" He suddenly snapped. "How dare you hold that over my head." He shouted at her face, one speck of spit landing on her forehead but she could barely feel it.
"All's fair Malfoy. If you can't stand to hear a fact about yourself then let me the fuck go!" She tried to push his body off hers but all it did was press them closer together and cause his forearm to flex down her chest. His elbow was just pushing into her breast.
"The only fact here Granger, is that you are unfathomably the most loathsome and disgusting woman—"
"And you're a foul, putrid and vile man!"
"You're a stupid fucking cow!" He yelled, face nearly up against hers.
"I fucking—" She gasped for breath against his hold "HATE you!"
Hermione pushed herself up into his face, trying to emphasize her point, but it caused their noses to brush. It was oddly a soft movement, and the action caused both of them in a flash to realize their proximity, their skin to skin contact and most importantly, their bodies.
Malfoy's eyes flashed wide in astonishment for barely a second. Hermione's did the same as she audibly gasped at her action.
Aware of everything, from the words they said, to the adrenaline pumping through their blood to the sweltering heat of their rage, both individuals angrily glared at each other before grasping at their clothes and forcefully bringing their lips together.
Hermione felt the fire burn in her belly the second she felt his lips. They were soft yet punishing and bumped and clinked. They exchanged groans of pleasure and irritation. Vexed that it felt so good, that it felt so right. A first kiss and it quenched everything.
Draco shoved his tongue deep into her throat. Hermione—still with her wand pressed into his neck—moaned in response. His tongue tangled with hers, stroking and licking, attempting to overpower one another much like they did in real life.
Still burning from the argument, Hermione dropped her wand, the clatter echoing against the tiles of the floor. She brought her hands up and gripped his hair, tugging it firmly while she scratched her nails harshly through his scalp.
Draco grunted a noise of surprise and annoyance. He parted from her warm, wet mouth by biting harshly onto her lip. She whimpered.
"Stupid fucking—"
He didn't get to finish. His lips reattached to her neck, sucking harsh at the flesh. It was a direct response to the way she was clawing at his head. She didn't care. It felt good to feel his teeth gnaw at her, and equally pleasurable to hear him groan.
"So much fucking hair." He growled his frustration. The hand around her neck disappeared as he brushed the fallen curls away, causing her head to jerk against the wall.
When his tongue lapped at the sensitive sores he created, Hermione let out a relieved sigh and rolled her hips forward. A burst of pleasure tingled its way across her body as she felt his erection push back into her.
"Fuck Granger. Can't tell me you're already that horny." The remark was snarky and teasing. Hermione rolled her eyes into the back of her head at his response and as well at the way he pushed his hard cock into her stomach again.
She growled in frustration and mustered all her strength to swing her weight and shove him into the wall.
"Merlin, do you ever shut up?" She snapped then forced her tongue back into his mouth, swallowing his delicious taste and his quiver inducing moans.
His fingers tightly threaded into the bottom of her hairdo, yanking her face away from his. She yelped, and her body was bent backwards and his other hand groped her arse.
"Don't make another fucking sound unless you're moaning my name."
The grotesque snarl of words should have made her slap him across the face. Any other day she would have, but instead, she hastily palmed his erection firmly, lifting with smugness when his stare turned weak as he moaned.
"Ditto." She whispered and was once again consumed by his lips.
It was a mess of tongue and teeth, both trying to nip and bite, inflicting just enough of pain to make it pleasurable. Hermione continued rubbing him over his trousers then messily ran her tongue over his soft throat. She basked in the vibrations of his moan when she bit his earlobe, a coy grin spreading over her face.
Draco began walking them backwards, hands still wound in her hair, yanking it free from its confines. As they stepped to press themselves into the sinks, Hermione tripped over something and nearly rolled her ankle on the object.
"What the—" She started, distracted by the object and forgetting about feeling up Draco Malfoy's cock. Peeved by the object that broke them apart, she swiftly bent down to grab it.
"This is the dumbest, most pompous fucking thing about you." She waved the cane in his face. The silver snake head shining under the lights.
Draco's nostrils began flaring and he swiftly yanked it out of her grip. His hand lifted to her throat again, spinning her around as he pinned his erection and hips into her arse. Her front pressed into one sink, cold porcelain seeping through her dress. There they stood in front of the mirror, both panting, cheeks red, eyes black with lust.
They looked consummately insane. Overridden with chaotic and greedy desire.
"This—" He brought his lips down to her ear, the low vowels and consonants sparking shivers across her skin. "Is a priceless Malfoy heirloom."
"It's a chunk of cheap metal." Hermione said indifferently, her breasts heaving against his thick forearm. Annoyed that he was trying to give her an explanation instead of returning to their previous actions, she brought her hands up, attempting to rip out of his grip.
Malfoy whispered a modified incarcerous and soon her hands were bound behind her back, tied in thick rope. With a gasp and a trying struggle, she glanced back up at him, seeing a satisfied grin.
"It's one hundred percent platinum. Real obsidian for the eyes and emeralds for the scales." He brought the cane up in front of them, his lips moving against her ear. As he continued his explanation, Malfoy began slowly and gently pressing the snake's head down the front of her dress, trailing from the valley of her breasts to the apex of her thighs. "The wood of the staff changes for every son for whom it's passed down to, matching the wood of their wand."
He pushed his hips into her behind, grinding harder until her eyes fluttered shut and a quiet whimper escaped her suffocated throat.
"P-pointless thing." Hermione gasped out. "There's no reason for it other than to show off wealth and status."
"Oh really?" He darkly challenged, their eyes met in the mirror. Hermione was vaguely aware that Malfoy slid the metal snake down her core. She refused to squeeze her legs shut, too curious to see what he was going to do.
"Yes." She hissed when his teeth began biting and sucking on her exposed collarbone. "Yes. It's—it's totally useless."
A primal noise came from Malfoy, and in a second, he muttered a spell that sent her dress into tatters. Shreds of gray material slipped off her body like drops of rain. Hermione's mouth parted open and she glared at him through the mirror.
"You barbaric arse!" She shouted.
"You looked hideous in it anyways." He mumbled snidely into her ear.
She squirmed and softly keened when he licked the outer shell of her ear, his wet noises and pleased hums sending a fire to her already sopping cunt. The hand holding his cane reached for the small straps of her knickers and yanked them hard, the sound of material stretched and broken.
She felt the cool metal on her wet folds, smooth and slippery against her. With round eyes, she tightened her thighs together and ignored the jolts of pleasure running in her body.
"Get that thing away from me." Moving back, she directly ground into his cock, causing him to suck in a breath. Her roped hands clutched his belt, gaining some leverage over him.
Malfoy's eyes twitched at her in the mirror and they briefly took in her exposed body. Her breasts were spilling over the tops of her bra, swollen and heavy from her lust. Her neck was littered with blooming red marks, all from him. He was tired of hearing her speak, tired of hearing her period. He wanted nothing more than to get the swotty bitch to stop talking and just listen to her femine little moans.
"This is worth more than your life, Granger."
His chest rumbled against her back and she stumbled when he kicked her leg so she stood further apart. Her body was totally dependent on him and his strength, even if she could wordlessly spell her way out of her binds.
Hermione gasped loudly when the cold metal pressed into her cunt, meeting no resistance. She could hear herself gush over the snake's head, gliding with ease in and out of her.
"Oh f-fuck—"
Hermione's cunt clenched at the snake, all cold ridges and fine smoothed stones. A sensation contrast to her hot and soaking cunt. She leaned her head back onto his shoulder, his mouth and teeth still working at her ear and neck as he pumped the cane inside her.
"But of course you wouldn't understand the significance of this magnificent snake." Malfoy whispered, fingers digging into her throat, she merely moaned in response and pushed her hips forward to meet the snake.
"You're nothing but a classless—"
Thrust
"Filthy—"
Thrust
"Fucking mudblood."
Thrust.
Hermione's cunt clenched hard at the sudden slur, she loudly wailed. Shocks reverberated from her womb as he pumped her until her toes started curling.
It had been years since she heard him use that word. And while in every previous context of its usage it was negative, Malfoy's deep voice was purely carnal. It was indescribably dirty and she loved it. He noticed the reaction, shocked initially that he had said it, but more so that she responded to it, in that way.
Malfoy forced her head up, needing to see if she would react the same way if he spoke the poison again.
"Look at yourself, Granger." He ordered, hosting her neck off his shoulder. Her eyes and head laxly rolled forward, blurry and unfocused in the mirror as she stared at him. Malfoy's chest constricted at the sight of how fucking hot she looked.
"Letting a death eater fuck your wet cunt." Malfoy watched her face screw up in raw pleasure.. "Dirty, dirty girl you are, Granger."
Eyebrows pushed together as she released a desperate pant. Her dark eyes went between her legs and watched the silver snake pump inside her, shining with her juices. Hermione whimpered when his other hand released her neck and slithered down, fingers middle finger swirling around her swollen clit.
"Malfoy—fuck, don't—don't—" She warned, her upper hand completely falling onto his, but his strength kept her up. Her legs shook and she lifted onto her toes when the chaotic build was ready to consume her.
"Nothing but a dirty mudblood." Malfoy breathed, half his lip curling up when her eyes shut closed and she yelled.
"Oh! Oh! Fuck me!"
Her walls pulsed around the head of the snake. A gush of her release squirting onto Malfoy's hand and her legs.
Behind her eyelids, she saw spots of black and white, her ears began to ring and the sounds of Malfoy cooing obscenities seemed dulled. Everything sounded far away, but her body was experiencing one of the most intense orgasms.
"Fuck, Granger. That was—fucking hell." His eyes were glued to the mirror, watching as her cunt dripped down her legs and his cane. While he let the snake head stay inside her fluttering cunt, his fingers continued rubbing small and slow circles over her clit.
She was wheezing, nearly crying that it was too much already but he didn't care. He was enraptured by her body and the thing it just did. Because of him.
She couldn't stop convulsing, the feeling of his fingers on her clit grew overwhelming. She swiftly muttered the charm to undo her ties. Her hands became free and grabbed the hand rubbing her nub. His eyes met hers in the mirror, both of them panting but Hermione obviously more than him.
Draco complied with her silent request and continued staring at her. He removed his hand from her clit, trailing his fingertips up until he groped at her breast, pulling the cup of her bra down until her taut, rose colored nipple was free.
She watched as he removed the snake head from her legs, a small whine leaving her lips as he did. It glistened when Malfoy brought it in front of her face for them to both inspect.
"Hmph." He said in an assessing tone. Hermione's eyes glanced back to his in the mirror when he moved it to his face. She watched with parted lips as he engulfed the snake head into his mouth. He hummed, eyes low and heavy on hers as he sucked the evidence of her orgasm off the head off his staff.
His cheeks hollowed and the lewd noises created a flutter in her stomach. When he pulled it out, his lips were wet with his salvia and when he turned to face her, his breath smelled like her flavor.
"Who knew a mudblood could taste so sweet?" He whispered.
She groaned in response and swiftly grabbed the back of his head to fuze their lips together. The cane dropped to the ground as she turned in his hold. Hermione lapped at his tongue, the taste of metal, herself and his breath making her dizzy.
Hands were fumbling with every button and Hermione took a satisfying inhale when she finally got his suit coat and button up off him. His bare chest was just as hot as she felt, and though she hated when Malfoy would brag about his body at work, Hermione was thankful to know he wasn't lying.
"Eager for my cock, Granger?" The arrogant question was mumbled against her lips. She pulled away and gave him a look as she undid his belt and zipper.
"Don't be stupid Malfoy." She told him, eyes widening a bit when she reached inside his trousers and finally gripped him. He smirked knowingly, her hand pulled him out and she promised she would not look down to gape at his size. He was heavy and long in her hand, it made her gulp.
"I can have sex with anybody I want. You're just the convenient option right now." She breathlessly replied as she spread precum down his length. She squeezed at the base, fascinated by the small exhale leaving his lips as his eyelids shut to revel the feel.
The gray of his eyes was slowly revealed to her, Draco stared down, lips still shining with his spit. It was a sight, he was undeniably fucking sexy, looking at her like that like he couldn't wait to absolutely ruin her.
Draco brought a hand up, grabbing her jaw, clenching it so tightly she nearly whimpered at him to stop. But then he brought his lips down, kissing her surprisingly softly and chaste. She only felt the tenderness of his lips, the curious movements to simply feel one another.
"But I'm not anybody, Granger." He whispered delicately, lips moving over hers when he spoke. The hand holding her chin was still tight on her. She pulled away, eyes round as she looked up at him, the delirious lust filled expression gone and the angry and spiteful look returned.
"I'm Draco fucking Malfoy."
He turned her to face the mirror again, Hermione fumbled with her footing and stumbled back into the sinks. Her hands braced the porcelain and Malfoy tugged at her hair, bending her like a bow as he spoke darkly.
"It's Draco Malfoy that made you squirt like a whore." He reminded and Hermione's eyes watched him in the mirror as he lined up his impossibly large cock with her entrance.
"It's Draco Malfoy that's going to fuck you until you scream."
Hermione gasped as he pushed himself inside, sheathing his entire length, causing her walls to constrict at the thick intrusion. She was stretched full, her body attempting to take every last inch of him.
"It's Draco Malfoy making your cunt quiver."
"Gods fucking hell—" She wheezed when he slowly bounced her hips off his, thrusts shallow as he slid her off him. He was touching every slick and swollen wall of hers, stretching her to the brim but she still wanted more. She wanted it hard and fast and for him to just fuck her.
He stopped just as soon as he started and Hermione whined while clenching at his long and hard cock, waiting for him to continue. She opened her eyes, finding his stare in the mirror paired with his cocky grin that made her belly turn inside out.
"And It's Draco Malfoy that's going to make you come again."
His promise was punctuated by the snap of his hips. Hermione was rocked forward from his unrelenting pace, their skin slapping together as he fucked her with no regard.
She couldn't look away from the mirror. One of his hands was clutching her hair,, the other was gripping her waist so hard she thought she'd bruise. His head was tilted down, blonde fringe coming loose as he stared down at himself disappearing inside her. His cheeks were flushed, abs were contracting with each thrust and she could just faintly see him biting his bottom lip.
Hermione couldn't help the sounds she was making. A mess of moans, pleas and curses. Her tits were bouncing hard out of her bra, the way she was arching back into him caused the burn inside her navel to spread. Malfoy, as remiss as she was to say, was fucking her within an inch of her life and she loved it.
She reached between her legs, rubbing her clit as Malfoy continued to pound his unfairly large cock into her dripping center. She could feel his balls slapping against her fingers, the sensation made him look up. His eye glowed with satisfaction when he saw what she was doing.
"Fuck, keep touching yourself." He told her, hands moving to palm her breasts. He pulled the cups down again, pinching and flicking her erect nipples. The sensation created a rush of ecstasy in her bones.
Hermione's arms were weak and her legs were ready to give out. She rubbed her clit harder, eyes focused on his large hands holding her tits.
"I—Gods, I need, I need—" Hermione felt delirious. She was utterly full but she wanted to be fuller. She wanted to be full of his seed. "Malfoy—"
She was cut off by a dark chuckle.
"You're crying for death eater dick." He teased, nearly laughing at her desperation. Hermione's eyebrows came together as she leaned her head back to the ceiling.
"And you're fucking a mudblood." She retorted. He only laughed deeply, head thrown back and throat bobbing. He sounded insane, but this entire night was insane.
"It's a mudblood whose cunt I'm going to fill with my come."
The slap of his hand against her arse finished his sentence. Hermione yelped, the sting sinking into her skin like a brand. The heat crawled to her clit, she was overly sensitive and ready, squeezing him tighter and tighter.
"Say my name Granger." He ordered and slapped her arse again. Hermione's throat was raw from her wails and she bit her tongue to stop herself from giving him what he wanted. But he slapped her again, his thrusts growing more punishing. "Say it!"
"M-Malfoy!" She cried, his cock swelling inside her.
"All of it!"
His palm slapped her firmly, squeezing the tender flesh.
"Draco-Draco Malfoy!"
"F—fuck, Granger! Gods."
Hermione heard him groan instantly, and with three quick, earth shattering pumps, his cock swelled and she felt his come spurt inside her, warming her womb.
The sensation caused her to tense up, thighs shook and she felt herself break. Hermione sucked in a sharp breath, her screams silent as another orgasm spread through her. She pulsed around him, slick with her juices and his, hot from the inside out.
Malfoy slowed his thrusts, eyes squinted shut at her tight pussy gripping him. Even her spasms were tighter than normal, he didn't want to stop fucking her. He leaned down, hands surrounding hers on the sink, forehead leaning on her shoulder as he caught his breath all while remaining in her. He gently ran his nose up the bone of her shoulder blade before kissing then biting the skin.
Hermione hissed in a breath through her teeth, her skin a live wire. She leaned her head up, forehead damp with sweat and a mess of stray curls grossly sticking to her neck and cheek. Malfoy lifted his head as well, feeling her questioning gaze through the mirror.
For a moment, they just stared, quiet breaths passing between them as they came down, bodies wet with a mix of sweat and come. The smell was wafting through the air like a fog, but neither made a single move to break the spell they were both under.
Then, with Malfoy's breath in her ear and his chest nearly pressed to her back did Hermione realize what had transpired. She couldn't believe it. One minute she was plotting an appropriate way to make his death look like an accident, the next…his cock was pushing inside her to stretch her walls nearly past comfort.
It was madness.
So she cracked a smile, and when Malfoy made a face that resembled lost confusion, she laughed loudly. Malfoy continued to stare at her like she belonged in an asylum but still didn't retreat from her body. When she settled she sighed heavily and braced her body on the sink while shaking her head.
"I've gone fucking mad." She whispered to herself with a content sigh.
Finally pulling his half soft cock out, both wincing, Malfoy snorted.
"You were already mad." He replied and Hermione glared at him through the mirror but her amusement didn't fade.
Hermione raised her arms above her head and stretched onto her toes, her body loose and mobile. A weight was taken off her shoulders and the constant strain she always seemed to have in her neck was gone. She inhaled deeply then accio'd her wand as she watched Malfoy tuck himself back into his pants. A brow was raised in his direction.
"Now I'm even more so then." She mumbled, casting cleansing charms over her body and in the air. A flash of worry consumed her body and she loudly swore repeatedly. Malfoy looked at her like she really was crazy.
"What are you on about?" He questioned while buttoning up his shirt.
"I didn't cast any privacy charms. Bloody fucking hell everyone probably heard—"
"I did." He said and her panic subsided.
"What?" She asked.
"I casted a silencing charm as soon as I entered the bathroom." Malfoy turned in the mirror, trying to smooth out his collar. Hermione's shoulders sank in relief and she quickly pulled her now slightly cleaner knickers back up her legs.
"Did you anticipate this?" She crossed her arms and frowned at him. He snorted.
"No. But we do have a tendency to yell at each other in closed corridors. I usually cast a muffliato anytime I need to have a one on one conversation with you." He said, leaving the top two buttons of his shirt undone. Malfoy draped his robes coat over his shoulder and casually turned to rest his weight against the sinks. His body faced her as he smirked and looked her up and down once. "And I'm glad I did. You were screaming quite a bit."
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him and attempted to transfigure her tattered dress back into something wearable.
"I did not scream. Maybe…shouted but that's it." Even that she was slow to admit. A blush rose to her cheeks as he chuckled. She wasn't embarrassed by what they did, she was annoyed that the sound of his laugh sent a stinging burn to her center again. Twenty minutes ago the noise would have caused her to set fire to a town, now it's making her cunt twitch.
"No you definitely screamed. 'Draco! Oh fuck me harder Draco!'" He mimicked in a voice that no way sounded like Hermione and she grew fiery with rage. She stepped forward to swat his chest, hitting him rather hard. After she landed the blow, Malfoy's hand snatched up her wrist and he looked down at her with a pompous smirk.
"Is violence your normal avenue of foreplay?" His voice was low, gray eyes looking at her in a way that was new for them. She shivered.
"This was a one time thing, Malfoy." She ripped her arm out of his grasp and quickly stepped into her poorly transfigured dress. "Sorry to crush your hopes."
"They're not Granger. I know you'll come crawling on your knees for me. Begging to let me fuck you again." He said knowingly.
"Please, if anything, I fucked you. Don't be ridiculous." She huffed as she straightened out her dress.
"I made you come twice and you kissed me first. You were clearly the desperate one for me." He concluded and Hermione gaped at him, stepping close to get in his face.
"I did not! Besides, you followed me in here! Silenced the room and pushed me up against the wall. You knew exactly what—"
"Oh did I Granger? Because it's always been my plan to have sex with the most head ache inducing—"
"Foul and childish fucking prick—"
"You can't even admit how much you want my co—"
"It made you fucking night to touch me—"
"Dirty fucking—"
"Stupid fucking—"
Both grabbed each other, fury spitting between them as they kissed each other so hard their jaws hurt. His hands pulled at her face and hers grabbed his shirt, wrinkling it once more.
They pulled away with a gasp, heavy breaths fanning over their faces.
"So stupid."
"Bloody idiot."
Looking up at each other with curious eyes, realizing they were on the verge of repeating themselves, Hermione cleared her throat.
"I'm speaking with Poland's Department Head then leaving for the night. I'll be home in thirty minutes max."
She hoped he wouldn't be an arse about it, but of course, it was Malfoy.
"And you're telling me this, why? Please spell it out for the dumb death eater?" He grinned manically at her and she clenched her jaw, beginning to unclench her hands and move away from him.
"I fucking hate yo—"
She was cut off with a firm kiss, his tongue diving into her mouth with no apologies.
"Feelings mutual, Granger." He said with a delighted grin but she still gave him a sour look. "I'll be over in thirty five."
She ignored the way her stomach flipped at his confirmation and slowly removed herself from his hold. He left first, sending her a smirk over his shoulder as he opened the door. Hermione waited another few minutes, trying to do away with the multiple love bites on her neck but ultimately deciding to transfigure the neck of her dress into a turtleneck. The hope for her hair was lost, and with as much dignity as she could muster, she strolled back out to the gala and found Harry.
He looked surprised by her reappearance, his eyes taking in her slightly disheveled look.
"You okay? You were gone a long time." He politely asked, seeing Hermione's eyes wander over the crowd, looking for someone.
"Perfectly fine. Just…argued with Malfoy for a bit. You know, run of the mill." She waved him off then successfully spotted the man she had to speak to in order to leave the event.
"Well…I hope you've both calmed down a bit." He said dryly, carefully picking words in case he upset Hermione by bringing him up again.
"Yes we have." She said then turned her head slightly to catch Malfoy across the room speaking with someone. He caught her eye and smirked vainly at her while holding up his wrist and tapping an invisible watch. Hermione narrowed her eyes at him then proceeded to roll them.
"In fact," she continued on, her eyes still on Malfoy's whose stare looked frustratingly handsome, "I think we found a healthy resolution to our frequent arguments."
She finally smirked back at Malfoy, then proceeded to count down the minutes until she went home.