CHAPTER 5

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Hermione stirred. Fuck.

She felt like hell. Her head pounded unpleasantly.

Opening her eyes slowly, they adjusted to the darkness.

Nursing her throbbing headache, she looked around in alarm. This was definitely not her room.

Where the fuck was she? It did look somewhat familiar.

Looking down, she ran her fingers along the material.

Her dress was gone, replaced with a red silk top and matching shorts.

What the fuck was going on?

Hermione looked around the room wildly, trying to figure it out.

She couldn't remember much.

A small groan distracted her. Moving her gaze to the man sleeping beside her, she let out a small scream.

Trying to cover his head with a pillow to block out the hysterical woman, his patience snapped, and he asked, irritated, "Granger, why the hell are you being loud?"

Her eyes bugged out in shock at the voice.

Looking over him grudgingly, she took in the small details. His body was bare, the bottom half covered by black sheets.

Oh please, be wearing underpants or something.

"M..m..m... Malfoy," she turned red and started to stutter.

Obviously, she was not going to shut up and let him sleep in peace.

"What?" Draco hissed, his annoyance evident.

"Why am I in your bed?" Hermione asked, her voice cracking with uncertainty.

He smirked into his pillow and hoisted himself up into a sitting position. This was that opportune moment.

She saw the muscles ripple as he crawled towards her. Reaching over, he tried to pull her to him.

Hermione quickly jumped off the bed, pointed her finger at him and pleaded, "Please, tell me what happened."

He gazed at her in fake adoration, "We both had a bit too much to drink last night, and when we entered the dorm, you kissed me."

Her eyes widened in horror, no bloody way!

Draco ignored her and continued, "Who am I to refuse a beautiful willing girl?"

Quickly, closing the distance between them, he tenderly ran a finger down her cheek, "You were amazing, Granger."

She stepped away from his touch, took a step back and stared at the bed like it had done her a great injustice, "You mean.... we?"

Draco closed the distance between them again, "Yes, we did, and I promise, I was really gentle, Hermione."

A hand went to her mouth, she covered it with her palm and gasped, what had she gone and done!?

The tears threatened to spill over. She ran out of the room before he could see her moment of weakness.

Standing to the side, Draco watched the prude run out, and the minute she was out of sight, he burst out laughing.

That will teach the bloody Gryffindor Princess to never fuck with a Slytherin. He grabbed a towel and made his way to the bathroom, whistling to himself.

The hot water washed over him, relaxing him at once.

Closing his eyes, Draco tried to relax, but thoughts of Hermione and her smooth skin invaded his mind.

He was getting hard by the mere thought of her skin on his, and the vivid picture of his mouth at the base of her neck, and her mouth closed around his cockhead.

His eyes flew open. His breathing hastened, and fingers closed around his throbbing dick.

Hermione never made it to her room. She collapsed onto the couch with her head in her hands.

What happened?

How could she have been so careless?

Did Malfoy take advantage of her?

A mix of anger, hurt, and frustration boiled within her threatening to spill over at any second.

The first time was supposed to be special. She wanted to at least fucking remember it.

Draco changed into a faded pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt and wondered what she was doing.

Probably racking her brains in her room, trying to psychoanalyze every detail.

He was heading down to the Slytherin common room to meet up with Theo and Blaise. They were spending the day in Hogsmeade.

And that's how he found her, huddled on the couch in the common room, hugging her knees to her chest as sob after sob wracked through her body.

Draco watched the girl in front of him, and something within him broke. He hated to admit it, but Granger was half decent and destructible.

Seeing her cry made his heart ache. He always pictured her to be in control of her emotions.

He cautiously approached the crying girl. She looked up at him through tear-stained eyelashes.

"Go away, Malfoy, please leave me alone. I am not in a mood to deal with your shit," she cried between sobs.

Taking a deep breath, he rolled his eyes and mumbled, "Nothing happened."

Hermione stared at him intently, "What did you say?"

Draco crouched down, so he was eye level with her, "For fuck sake, Granger, nothing happened!"

She kept staring at him with her big brown eyes.

He wished she would stop looking at him but sucking it up. He continued, "I might be an ex Death Eater and cussed fucktard, but I have never harmed a woman in my life.

"I could never do that," he hesitated before adding slowly, "Even to you."

He was deadly serious. He never would or needed to take an unwilling woman to bed. They usually threw themselves at him.

An unconscious woman wasn't appealing in the least to him. He wanted them to feel everything he would do and then have the favour returned.

Taking a deep breath, he explained, "You had a little too much to drink, well, you passed out, and that fucking moron of a boyfriend you have was nowhere to be found."

He rolled his eyes, "I carried you to the dorm. If you don't believe me ask Saint Potter, he saw the whole thing."

Draco glanced at her door and frowned, "I didn't know your bloody password, so it was either leave you in the common room or my bed. Obviously, I chose the latter."

There he explained, if it wasn't good enough for her, then fuck it!

She looked at him weakly, digesting all he said and asked timidly, "My clothes?"

He was annoyed by what she was insinuating, "I did not sodding touch you, Granger, I transfigured your dress into what you are wearing, end of story!"

She clutched the material of her top sadly. Did touching her repulse him that much?

Draco did not bother mentioning that he had seen Weasel Shit piss faced off his mind and tongue wrestling with Lavender Brown.

The image disgusted him, and he made a face.

Hermione looked at him with a faint smile. Her breathing seemed to be returning to normal.

Draco sighed, "Look, Granger, I would never hurt you," he meant it.

She smiled weakly and replied, "I trust you, Draco."

He did not know why he did what he did next, maybe because she called him Draco, but she looked so broken yet beautiful and appealing.

Cupping her face gently, he used his thumb to brush away her tears. She leaned into his palm and closed her eyes in content.

He kissed her then, their first kiss.

He had no idea just how amazing she would feel, he initially thought she would push him away, but she didn't.

She held onto him and moved her fingers up into his hair and moulded her lips with his, kissing him back fervently.

Pressing his body close to hers, he deepened the kiss. Their senses, every feeling exploded and consumed them.

Fuck, she felt good.

It was a quick moment of bliss. As the truth began to sink in, the realization of their situation was such a bitch.

Draco stopped abruptly and stared at Hermione.

Her eyes sparkled with a burning fire; She was breathing hard. He had never seen her look so damn sexy.

He ached to take her in his arms again, but no, this was wrong.

She was Weasley's girlfriend!

Fuck Weasley!

But no, she was Hermione fucking Granger.

What the fuck was he thinking? He gave her one last pained look and bolted from the dorm.

Hermione watched, horrified as he left her, but she didn't dare utter a word.

She ran her fingers along her lips. They were swollen with his kiss, a kiss that awakened a dangerous need in her.

Her heart was beating so fast. She needed a shower to calm her down and collect her thoughts.

Draco almost ran from the dorm to the dungeon, but he did not get very far.

The need for her was overwhelming. It was overpowering his senses and conscience.

He growled, "Fuck," and sprinted back to the dorm.

Hermione had her hand on the doorknob to her room when the dorm door flung open, and Draco walked towards her with purpose.

Grabbing her delicate wrist, he pinned her against the wall and kissed her absolutely fucking senseless.

She felt all the barriers, her reservations about Draco Malfoy breakaway as she ran her fingers along his back, into his hair and fisted it.

He pressed flush against her with purpose, pulling her close to him.

His insistent fingers brushed along her skin, cupped her face and held her in place.

He ran his tongue along her lower lip and bit down gently, earning a low moan from deep within her.

Merlin, this man was sexy. He was everything she fantasised about.

Draco backed her slowly towards her room. When her back hit the door, she muttered the password.

The door swung open, and he deepened the kiss further. Her legs gave out, and they both fell onto the comfortable bed.

She was so soft; he had never felt smoother skin.

He continued to kiss her passionately, pushing his tongue inside her small mouth, and hers eagerly rushed out to meet his.

She was inexperienced, but eagerly she matched his movements.

His firm hands slid under her top and brushed along the sides of her waist as he moved his hand upwards and cupped her breasts.

Merlin, help him!

Hermione placed her palm on his chest and gently pushed him back so she could sit up. He intensely watched her remove the top, revealing her perfect breasts.

Draco bent his head to them and took an eager nipple in his mouth, Hermione pressed into him, and a small moan escaped her lips.

"You're amazing, Granger," he muttered against her full breast while his tongue swirled around an erected nipple.

"Please, Draco, use my name," she whispered breathlessly.

He was fast losing all control with her, and he always prided himself at being in absolute control, but this was different. She was fucking different.

Hermione wanted to touch Draco like he was touching her, but she was nervous that she would do something wrong and the need to feel him was overpowering her insecurities.

Boldly snaking her hand down to his growing bulge, she cupped it over his trousers and rubbed gently over the material.

Fuck, that almost pushed him off the edge.

He groaned and pushed into her hand as her fingers massaged him over the thick material.

Struggling out of his t-shirt, it lay discarded at the foot of the bed. Her wetness dampened her shorts and almost dripped down her sides.

Draco suddenly had the desire to taste her, kissing past her breasts and down her flat stomach. He slowly removed her shorts and thong.

He felt her looking at him curiously through hooded lids. Her innocence was such a turn on.

Using his hands to spread her legs slightly, he ran his fingers along her thighs before replacing his fingers with his tongue.

Hermione's breathing quickened in anticipation, but Draco reassured her after every kiss, "Relax, love, you are going to love this."

He smiled at her and ran the tip of his tongue down her slit

Oh, fuck! She gasped out loud.

Without giving her a moment's rest, he pushed his tongue within the soft pink folds and hungrily started to devour her.

Her fingers tightened around his hair as he flicked her clit with his tongue, pushing and sucking at the swollen bud.

An unfamiliar heat rose within her.

Oh!

Draco felt the sudden hotness. She was close, so close.

An unusually wonderful sensation crept through her very body. It kept climbing up her thighs and reached its highest point.

Until........

Oh, God! Pure ecstasy!

"Draco......!" She cried out and grabbed onto his head hard.

It spilt over right down to her toes, wave after wave of pulsating pleasure and release.

She moaned aloud and pushed her hips forward and cunt into his mouth.

He didn't stop until she was completely spent. Watching her orgasm was the ultimate turn on.

Stroking himself with his free hand, he sported an impressive erection.

It fucking dawned on him that Granger was a virgin.

He broke away again, wiped his chin and stared at her. She wished he would stop doing that.

The conflict was evident in his eyes. It was tearing him apart. He looked at her like a caged wolf, ready to snap.

"Draco," she spoke softly, trying to reach for him.

He was in another world, where only she existed, just her and her intoxicating smell.

He broke out of his trance and looked at her again, but he couldn't bring himself to speak or find the right words to say.

"I'm sorry," Draco muttered before hurriedly leaving once again.

Hermione covered herself sadly with her bedspread and watched through the open door as he exited the dorm and did not return.

She stood naked in the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror, her lips swollen and an intense throbbing between her legs.

Her eyes were filled with desire for none other than Draco Malfoy! He had pushed her over the edge and given her her first real orgasm.

She groaned out loud in frustration as she stepped into the shower.

She was Ron's girlfriend, and she almost ended up fucking another man and not just any man, Draco bloody Malfoy.

Fucking well done, Granger, she internally raged.