Disclaimer: JKR owns anything that is obviously hers. I own the rest.
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott
Genres: Alternate Universe, Hogwarts Years, Romance, Smut With Substance
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Situations, Profanity
Overall Rating: NC-17
Summary: Theo seeks Hermione out at the library to try and figure out whether she returns his feelings, and Pansy is on the prowl, looking for someone who might be interested in doing something more than hold hands. It seems like this might be a good night to be a minor Slytherin character.
Length: 9,234 words
Extra Note: This was written on my boyfriend's request for his 26th birthday - I hope you like it, honey! :D It's a spin-off of another fic of mine called The Bracelet. There will be spoilers in here (some general happenings up to around chapter 33) but it can easily be read on its own and reading this is certainly no requirement for following The Bracelet, as this never happened in the original fic. Think of this one-shot as fan fiction based on fan fiction. Ergo, any revelations made in this one-shot do not hold true for The Bracelet. There's a very brief backstory behind the cut.
Backstory: Hermione Granger took Draco Malfoy up on a bet and she lost, so, for a month, she is his slave wearing a Bracelet that makes him able to control her by wearing a matching ring. There is a contract in place to ensure that he does not overstep certain boundaries. The price he has to pay for this is that he has to feel her emotions; especially pain and pleasure affect him strongly.
”I knew I’d find you here.”
Hermione whirled around, dropping the book she was browsing through.
“Theo!” she said, feeling like she had been caught doing something she shouldn’t. She was being silly, she knew. There was nothing wrong with going to the library. It was what she did, and being Head Girl, she was allowed to be here after closing time. Yet, she couldn’t help but feel guilty and skittish around the Head Boy.
Theo had kissed her. And then she had kissed his best friend. This was never a good thing.
Granted, she had been drunk, and Malfoy had been using the information he got from the bracelet against her to coax her, but it had happened.
“That is my name,” he drily said. “You’ve been avoiding me.”
“Well, M-Malfoy told me—“
“—that you could stop avoiding me now. Are you afraid of me?” He slowly reached out to tug one of her curls behind her ear. “I wouldn’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do,” he quietly added. “So just tell me if my presence is unwanted and I will go away.”
Hermione opened her mouth to say something, and then closed it again, when she realized she didn’t know what to say. She certainly didn’t want him to go away. She liked Theo. He gave her this warm and slightly tingly feeling deep in her stomach. His father might be a Death Eater, but she was more than certain that Theo himself was different. He liked her. He didn’t care about her blood status or anything like that anymore. He looked at her and all he saw was her.
And he was actually really, really cute with his dark, boyish curls that often seemed to get the better of him – Hermione could sympathize with that – and get into his eyes. It was the only thing about him that wasn’t completely in control, and hence the thing that Hermione liked the most. But she also really liked his dark, thoughtful eyes that were carefully shielded behind his thin glasses. The emotions behind the eyes were mostly well-guarded, but on the occasions when they shone through, they took her breath away. And she actually seemed to be one of the few capable of bringing out emotions in him.
The problem was that even though Malfoy had allowed her to do whatever she wanted around Theo, because he was feeling guilty for kissing her – the girl Theo was interested in – she knew that he could still feel what she was doing through the link of the bracelet and the ring.
He could feel her every emotion. If she felt tingly, Malfoy would know. If she felt more than tingly, he would also know. Hence she made an effort not to feel anything like that. Hermione was nothing less than mortified at the prospect of looking Malfoy in the eye and knowing that he knew something had happened. It had been bad enough the last time he had caught her in the act with Theo; she didn’t need to experience that again.
“You’re not saying go…” he said in a low voice, stepping closer to her. “Does that mean stay?”
“He’ll know,” she almost moaned.
“So?” Theo asked. “He knows the cure for that.”
It was no secret that Theo had been trying to get Malfoy to take the bracelet off Hermione for weeks now. Unfortunately, Malfoy redefined the word stubborn.
“Maybe he won’t mind as much as I do,” Hermione whispered.
“Maybe,” Theo conceded. “But why would you mind? Anything that happens between us would be nothing to be ashamed of. Maybe it would even teach him a thing or two about what is more worthy than revenge.”
“But he’d know,” she insisted. “Doesn’t that bother you?”
He allowed his hand to caress her jaw-line as he looked down on her. “No,” he murmured. “Why would I mind anyone knowing that I can make a beautiful girl feel good?”
She blushed. “You don’t need to flatter me,” she muttered. “I’m perfectly aware that I’m not—“
“I’m not flattering you,” he curtly interrupted her. “Why do you think we all want you?”
She took a step back from him, bumping her back against a bookcase, and crossing her arms across her chest. “First of all, don’t say it like that. It’s really only you and Ron, who are the least bit interested, and Ron has been my friend forever. Second of all, I’m not blind. There are girls much prettier than me here at Hogwarts.”
He watched her for a moment before replying. “There are much more vain girls, to be sure,” he then said. “And girls who use many more… enhancers… to bring their looks to another level. Your beauty is not just in your hair or your cheekbones, Hermione; it’s in your entire being. It’s you.”
She stared at him. He was good. He was really good. That vague tingly feeling was now a fluttering that had spread to her chest, where her heart was pounding fast and hard in order to keep up with the blush that was spreading across her neck and face.
“Why would I lie?” he earnestly asked her. “I could just not have said anything. You honestly don’t think that I make it my business to shower girls with empty flattery, do you? I can assure you that I’ve never felt it to be worth my time to do that.”
The way he looked at her, his dark eyes earnest and somehow vulnerable… it was doing strange things to Hermione’s insides. To her outsides as well. She was getting gooseflesh, and she had to raise her arms to hug herself protectively across her chest to keep him from noticing another side effect of that.
“Hermione?” he asked. “Do you want me to go away?”
Before she even thought about what she was doing, she shook her head. “No. I want you to stay.”
“Oi, Blaise! Your turn!” Draco said, kicking his friend under the table and returning to his essay, while waiting for Blaise to take his turn at the game of wizard chess. They didn’t really play often, but Draco found that he needed the game to distract himself from the fact that he very vividly felt how well Theo’s seeking out Granger was going. He didn’t like it. He hated it. He shouldn’t have promised Theo that he wouldn’t interfere or summon her during this little interlude. She was no good for Theo, and his friend would get burned if he didn’t realize that soon. She kept kissing people, for crying out loud!
Blaise scowled at him. “This game is boring.”
“Yeah? You’re only saying that because you’re losing.” Draco smirked. Blaise had never been any good at wizard chess, which was, of course, why it had been Draco’s game of choice.
“Well, of course. If I had been winning, the game would have been fun, wouldn’t it?” Blaise replied, prodding one of his pieces with a sigh.
“Be a good sport,” Draco said, grinning, as another one of Blaise’s pieces received a beating.
“I’m fairly sure all the good sports were sorted into Hufflepuff,” Blaise muttered, scowling even harder.
“So… what?” Draco asked with a grin. “You’re telling me that you’re whinier than a first year Hufflepuff girl? Think you missed your calling?”
Blaise momentarily gaped. Then he got a rather smug look. “Pansy!” he yelled out. “Come finish this game for me, will you?”
Draco’s eyes widened and a look of complete and utter panic crossed his features. “What are you doing?” he hissed. “I just broke up with her.”
“Hmm, maybe I really am a Slytherin deep down, then,” Blaise said and left, whistling a cheery tune.
Pansy sashayed over to the game he had left behind and casually poked a piece before taking the seat he had vacated.
“Hello, Draco,” she said in a steady, confident voice.
He nervously glanced at her. Not a single of her long blonde hairs were out of place, and she was wearing her usual subtle make-up and jewelry that did all the right things for her pretty heart-shaped face and blue eyes.
“Hello,” he mumbled, taking his turn.
“Don’t you want to know where I’ve been?” she asked, casually flicking a finger at another piece. It was funny how they only ever seemed to need minimal guidance from her.
He looked at her again, a bit confused at her question, before noticing her get-up. She was wearing an outfit that much resembled the one she had worn the night she had tried to seduce him and had failed: A short skirt – this time in blue – and a top that was hugging the exact right places.
“Out hunting, I see,” he said with a shrug as they continued the game.
“Hunting… I guess you could call it that. I had a date with—well, you don’t need to know who, but a Ravenclaw.” She fingered her skirt.
That explained the blue; Pansy had always favored green before.
“Going outside the house now?” he asked, not really interested. “That’s new for you.”
She shrugged. “There really aren’t that many good ones left. Pritchard is decent-looking, of a good family, and available, but he’s only in fourth year. It’s a little young for my tastes.”
“It’s not all about dating, Pansy,” he said, frowning, and wondering why he was suddenly losing the chess game. “You should try having other kinds of fun. It’s… fun.”
“Oh, but you see… I have a very particular kind of fun in mind,” she said with a throaty little laugh.
He looked up, instantly alarmed by her tone. “Meaning?”
“I’m not leaving this place a virgin.” His jaw dropped open, and she just smirked coolly at him. “That’s right, Draco. I am hunting for someone to have sex with.”
All the time they had dated, all the excuses he had made to not sleep with her… all so that she might wake up one day, realize that he didn’t love her – and that she didn’t really love him either – and be glad that she still had her virginity intact to share with someone special… and now this? She was going to throw herself away on some… Ravenclaw?
“You’re not thinking clearly,” he finally said. “Don’t do this just to get back at me.”
She shot him a frosty look. “Not everything is about you, Draco. You can’t control me anymore. I never intended to leave this place a virgin, but then you had to go and try and be all noble like some Gryffindor.”
Draco ran a hand through his hair, feeling thoroughly distressed. “I can’t even try to do right by my own girlfriend?” he asked.
She shrugged. “Well, I’m not your girlfriend anymore. Want to fuck?”
“Good,” Theo said with a small smile. “I want to stay.”
He took a step closer to her so they were almost touching, crowding her against the bookcase. Hermione’s heart was positively trying to beat its way out of her chest. She wasn’t sure what he meant to do, why he was just watching her like that, but she really hoped kissing was on the agenda.
Her eyes dropped to his soft, full lips. She really, really hoped kissing was on the agenda.
“Ah, Hermione…” he muttered, caressing her neck. Her eyes drifted close as she enjoyed the innocent touch. “Do you know how your eyes and your body speak to me?”
“They do?” she croaked. “What do they say?”
The right side of his mouth quirked into a small lop-sided smile, and he bent slightly to brush his lips against hers. The simple caress sent a jolt through Hermione, and she whimpered almost inaudibly. He drew back, and she almost groaned with frustration.
“How are my readings so far?” he whispered.
“So-so,” she replied in a hoarse voice. “I believe I said I wanted more than that.”
“Really?” he mused. “Perhaps you need to show me, then.”
She grabbed his neck and dragged him down for another kiss, a deeper kiss. He let her take the lead and she did, parting his lips with her thumb and allowing her tongue to explore his mouth, teasing his tongue with elusive caresses.
He groaned deep in his throat when she finally broke the kiss and smiled at him, worrying at her lower lip. He had a faint blush to his cheeks that seemed to mirror her own, but where her blush was both from arousal and a little embarrassment at her own forwardness; his seemed to be purely from arousal. Nothing could ever faze Theo; not even the fact that he was currently pressed against her, making no secret of just how aroused the too short kiss had made him.
“Was that all you wanted?” he finally asked in a husky voice. “Personally, I don’t think that was enough. I don’t feel very satisfied….”
She raised a mocking eyebrow at him. “Are you saying I’m a bad kisser?”
“No,” he murmured. “I’m saying you’re a damn good kisser.”
Then he kissed her again.
“What?” Pansy asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
“You can’t just walk up to me and ask me if I… want to…” his voice trailed off as he scowled at the room at large, trying to figure out if anyone was listening.
“Well, how else am I supposed to get an answer?” she reasoned.
“You bloody well know the answer: It’s no!”
She shrugged. “Fine. It’s not like this place is lacking in randy teenage boys.”
“Then why the hell do you keep bothering me about it?”
“You know why,” she answered with another shrug. “I want it to be you.”
Draco sighed and looked away. He cared about Pansy; that was the problem. If she had just been some bird, he probably wouldn’t have turned her down. Why would he? He was young and unattached, and, lately, he had clearly exhibited some behavior indicating that he needed to get laid.
Like, kissing a Mudblood in front of several people from his house, for instance. And not just any Mudblood, but the Mudblood that he hated the most, the Mudblood that his best friend wanted to date, the Mudblood that he could never ever even consider touching again.
But he couldn’t use Pansy this way. She had been in love with him for years, and, until recently, he had gone along with it, because he had been stupid enough to think that it was kinder. He knew better now, but sleeping with her would only get her hopes up again. Besides, he was sure she wasn’t serious about just finding someone at random to have sex with. That wasn’t who she was; she was just trying to get her way. Ultimately, she was a romantic, who didn’t just want sex but love and a relationship.
“I know what you’re thinking,” she calmly said, “and I am going through with it. You should have seen the boner I left him with. He is more than ready to oblige me.”
“Then why didn’t you just do it?” Draco calmly asked.
She gave him a feral smile. “I can’t be too easy, can I? I was thinking perhaps in a week or so. He really is a good kisser. I hope he’s good at shagging too. Would be nice to have a good first time, even if it isn’t with whom I thought it would be.”
He winced. “Merlin, Pansy, would you listen to yourself?”
She shrugged and leaned forward, offering him a really nice view of her cleavage. “You know I’m doing this no matter what you say, Draco. The question is: Will you continue saving yourself for someone who doesn’t want you, like I did?”
He opened his mouth to object that there wasn’t anyone he was saving himself for, when the sensations from the ring overwhelmed him, and for a few seconds he just sat there – mouth open and eyes slightly dazed. Shouldn’t Theo and Hermione stop whatever they were doing soon? They were at the library; surely they couldn’t take this much further? He shifted a bit, so nobody would notice the effect it had on him, and then looked at the chessboard just to find that he was somehow already checkmate.
Theo’s one hand tangled itself in Hermione’s hair, while the other one made it down to her behind, gently squeezing it and pulling her body closer to his. Her arms were around his neck, her hands running through his hair and keeping his head in place.
“Merlin, Hermione,” he finally gasped, as he wrenched himself free from her lips. “You’re dangerous.”
“Am not,” she replied with a coquettish little pout.
“Are too,” he muttered, letting his hand slide down to her thigh and lifting her up.
“What are you doing?” she squeaked.
He just shot her a rather wolfish grin. “Easier to kiss you if you’re actually at the right height.”
“Oh, like it was hard before,” she muttered, shaking her head, but allowing him to wrap her legs around his waist. It felt nice. It felt really good. It felt intimate. She pressed her lower body a little harder against his, and his eyes briefly drifted shut. Oh, yes. He was definitely affected by her.
“I want to touch you,” he whispered.
She was slightly puzzled by his meaning. “Your hands haven’t exactly been still so far,” she teased.
He smiled at her, letting one of his hands slide in between them and up to cup and slowly knead her breast, while his other hand slid under her skirt and up her bare thigh to support her behind with only the thin layer of her knickers’ fabric between his hand and her skin. She sucked in a breath.
“You mean like this?” he asked, his lips only a hair’s breadth from hers.
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice slightly quivering.
“But that’s not what I meant,” he quietly said, his breath teasing her sensitive lips. “I meant… touch you.”
The hand that had been kneading her breast slid down between their bodies and pressed against the moist front of her knickers. She gasped with the intimacy and excitement of the touch.
“Want me to stop?” he quietly asked.
NO, she didn’t want him to stop. Yet, saying so was a bit embarrassing, so, instead, she blushed and bit her lip, giving him a pleading look.
“You’re adorable,” he murmured, kissing her again.
She clung to his shoulders, eagerly returning the kiss. He didn’t remove the hand, but just kept it still, slightly pressing against her. It was driving her insane. She wanted him to… to touch her. She moved against him, trying to signal her want.
“Hermione, love, are you sure you’re ok with this?” he quietly asked. When she just looked quizzically at him, he added, “You know he can feel it.”
Her eyes widened slightly. She really had forgotten. Then she narrowed them. Why should all of her fun be ruined by some prick with a ring? “Fuck him,” she rasped.
He looked slightly taken aback. It was so seldom she swore. Then the right corner of his mouth drew slightly up. “It would sort of be as if we were.”
Draco was shivering, praying for it to stop soon.
“What’s wrong?” Pansy asked, looking concerned. “You look sort of ill.”
Sort of ill? That was one way to describing being the unwilling third party to what seemed to be an extremely heated snogging session. Wasn’t Granger supposed to be a ‘good girl’? Weren’t ‘good girls’ supposed to say no when boys got a little too fresh?
They knew he was wearing the ring, damn it. They both knew what effect it would have on him, and they seemed to not care at all.
“Draco,” Pansy repeated. “What’s wrong?”
He slowly lifted his heated glance from the chessboard, which he had been staring blindly at, and let it run over her shapely legs, the skirt that was short enough to tease anyone’s imagination, and the top that hugged those perfectly rounded breasts of hers, before he looked her straight in the eye.
Pansy’s lips parted in surprise. “Oh.”
“I don’t care,” Hermione whispered. “Please, Theo…” she bucked against his hand.
His eyes never leaving hers, he gently moved the fabric of her knickers to the side, so he could touch her slick, bare folds. She moistened her lips, and he swallowed, before touching her just right. She grabbed a desperate hold of his shoulders and moaned.
“Ah, Hermione,” he whispered in a voice that was slightly rough with want. “I love the way you respond to me.”
She could barely think a coherent sentence, let alone speak it, so instead she just kissed her way up his neck until she found his lips again. The way he touched her felt so good. She was getting close to her climax and whimpered into his mouth, making him shiver just a little. There was something incredibly sexy over getting these kinds of responses from a boy who lived his life never losing control. The thought of driving him over the edge made her shiver in response.
He moved his hand a little, slowly running a finger between her folds, before gently pushing it inside her. She gasped with surprise and need, and he immediately stopped, his eyes asking her permission to continue. If she didn’t know better, if she didn’t know this was Theo, she’d say they begged her permission.
She nodded, and he pushed it all the way in, moaning as he felt her hot, moist flesh clamp down on his finger. He then resumed rubbing her with his thumb, as he gently moved the finger inside her and nibbled at her lips.
It was too much all at once and she was so close.
“Theo,” she moaned. “I…”
“Shh…” he murmured. “Just let go. Don’t hold back.”
She surrendered to her climax.
Draco stared blindly at the chessboard again. They weren’t going to stop. It was too late for him to be able to make it back to his room without anybody noticing what state he was in, and he knew the outcome was inevitable. He clenched his jaw, trying to steel himself.
“It’s the ring, isn’t it?” Pansy asked. “Granger is being naughty, isn’t she?”
He didn’t reply. He couldn’t reply. Another shiver went through him. So close, so damn close. There was nothing he could do to stop it.
Pansy slowly got up and went over to him, placing herself sideways on his lap.
“Pansy, what—?” he managed to croak, but she just shushed him and placed one of his hands on her breast before kissing him, her soft lips against his feeling like absolute heaven.
He shouldn’t do this, but she felt so good, so soft, so positively wonderful, and he was much too far gone for reason. He pulled her closer, desperately returning the kiss, enjoying her body against his. He was so close, so damn—
Stiffening against Pansy, he felt the very second Hermione was pushed over the edge, her orgasm reverberating through his entire being, and he was helpless to stop his own response. Moaning into Pansy’s mouth as she continued to kiss him, he came with a force he’d never known before. Grabbing her tighter, and squeezing his eyes shut, wave after wave of pure pleasure went through him eradicating all thought and sense of where he was. He knew he was shuddering, but he couldn’t seem to stop.
He slowly got his breathing and his body back under control but didn’t open his eyes. This had to be the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to him.
“I do believe that’s the first time you allowed that to happen,” Pansy quietly teased.
“I didn’t… allow…” He groaned. “Just please tell me that nobody noticed.”
He could tell that she shifted to look around and then shrugged. “They noticed the snogging, I’m sure, but not anything else. But you know they would have if I hadn’t been here to cover for you.”
He slowly opened his eyes to look at her. Her lips were swollen from his kisses and her eyes were dark with need. Merlin, what had he gotten himself into?
“Don’t worry about it,” she said with a small smile. “Don’t you think that I know what this was? It was good, though, wasn’t it? It felt so intense.”
“Yes,” he sighed, resigning himself to the fact that he had just used Pansy in a way he’d never intended to. “It felt… really, really good. Thank you.”
She bit her lip. “Any chance that you might return the favor?”
“Are you all right?” Theo gently asked.
Hermione lifted her head from his shoulder and smiled at him, feeling slightly dazed. All right? She was better than all right. She felt… marvelous. Except for the shelves poking at her back. Had they done that before? She winced a bit and unwrapped her legs from Theo’s waist. He let her slide down his body with a low moan, and there was no doubt that he was in agony; the bulge in his trousers was hard to miss.
“Come with me to my room?” he whispered.
Hermione looked at him in surprise. “Your room?”
He swallowed again. “I know it’s a bit soon, and I won’t think less of you if you don’t want to, but…”
The full implications of what he was asking her hit her, and her eyes widened slightly.
Theo was asking her if she would make love to him. Tonight.
“Oh.” Her mind didn’t seem to be working properly right now, because that was all she could think of saying.
He reached out and took her hand. “You really don’t have to. But we both know how I feel about you….”
“We do?” she asked.
“We do,” he confirmed. “We’re too smart not to know.”
The fluttering was back and it was worse than ever. She looked up at his earnest, vulnerable eyes and said…
He blinked, a second too slow to hide his hurt and confusion at her outburst for her not to pick up on it. “Ok,” he very quietly said. “It’s ok.”
“No,” she said. “I mean… your room isn’t far from Malfoy’s. He’d find a way to bother us, to stop it.”
He looked at her pensively for a second. “It really is ok, Hermione. You don’t have to make excuses.”
“No!” She felt very frustrated with him right now. “I want to, but we can’t go to your room.”
Heat flashed in his eyes. “You want to?”
She flushed a bit. “Yes…” she muttered. “But I just know he’d think of some way for us to get interrupted.”
“You’re probably right,” Theo conceded. “But they’re used to you in the dungeons by now, whereas they don’t know me in your tower at all, so we’d get too much unwanted attention if we went to your room.”
Hermione sighed. He was right. “Well, then,” she said with a shrug. “I guess there’s nothing for it then.”
“I guess not,” he muttered, brushing a curl from her cheek.
She smiled at him. “We’ll just have to stay here, won’t we?” she asked, before pulling his head down for another long, slow kiss.
Draco’s eyes widened. “You have to be fucking kidding me!” he whispered.
“Excuse me?” Pansy asked, frowning.
“No, not you,” he muttered.
He quickly grabbed his wand and got himself cleaned up. He needed to go to his room. Now. He set Pansy aside and stood.
“What’s wrong?” Pansy asked.
“Nothing.” He shook his head and hurried off towards the dormitories.
Theo reluctantly broke the kiss, breathing heavily. “Here?” he asked. “I don’t think our first time would be very comfortable against a bookcase. Don’t think I didn’t notice that face you pulled before.”
Hermione shrugged and smiled at him impishly. “That wasn’t until after.”
He returned the smile. “But I was very careful with you,” he told her. “I don’t think… no, I know I can’t be that careful once we… once I lose my control.”
“You plan on losing control?” Was it her, or was it getting hot in there?
He laughed. It was a low, pleasant laugh. Not the derisive kind she had come to expect from Slytherins. “I don’t think anyone can stay in control all the way through,” he murmured with a note of humor in his voice. “So, yes, I very much plan on losing control if we do this.”
She was slowly turning into goo.
She grabbed him by the hand. “Come with me.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Where?”
She didn’t reply but just dragged him to a table at the very back of the library. “This shouldn’t be too uncomfortable,” she said, sitting on the edge of the table.
“You want me to take you on a table?” he asked in a husky voice.
“Not just any table,” she said with a devilish glint in her eyes. “My favorite. I come here several times a week.”
A small smirk graced his lips. “Come?” he asked.
Her lips parted and she felt her cheeks heating again. “I-I didn’t mean…”
He chuckled. “Teasing, Granger,” he murmured, stepping closer to her. The table was just low enough to make it the perfect height; they fit together perfectly. “Although… I hope to change your memory of coming here,” he added.
“Oh, yes,” she whispered, just as he bent over her to kiss her again.
Merlin, this felt so good. She should have realized that being kissed and touched by someone as observant as Theo would be rewarding. He didn’t need to wear a ring to know what kind of caresses would seduce her.
She reached out and pulled his shirt from his trousers, slowly unbuttoning it wish shaking hands. She wanted to feel his skin. She wanted to taste his skin. Having unbuttoned half the buttons, she gently pushed him a small step back, so she could kiss his chest and his stomach as it became revealed. He was trembling a little under her lips and when she kissed her way back up his chest and flicked her tongue out at his flat nipple, he sucked in a harsh breath and gently pushed her away.
“Please, Hermione, don’t tease me right now,” he murmured. “I want you badly enough as it is.”
“But I want you to want me more,” she pouted, running a hand down the front of his trousers.
He chuckled breathlessly. “Keep this up and I will want you so much that it will be over before it begins.”
“Really?” she asked with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
He gently removed her hand. “Hermione, no. I won’t allow it.”
“Won’t you?” she purred, very slowly unbuttoning her own shirt.
He just stood, looking at her agonizing slow movements for several seconds, before he finally gave in and with a muttered expletive intervened, hurriedly unbuttoning the rest and pushing the shirt off her shoulders, as he urgently kissed her again. Her arms went around his neck as she pressed against his bare chest, and with a groan, he grabbed her thigh and pulled her closer to him.
She whimpered at the contact and she wanted nothing more than for him to bury himself inside of her.
Draco could barely walk straight. He was just glad he had made it out of the common room by now. He just needed to go hide in his room until it was over. Damn them for doing this to him. It must be their revenge for all the times he had tried to come between them. Or perhaps Theo just liked to remind Draco of what he couldn’t have. He wouldn’t put it past him. After all, Theo had been royally pissed off that Draco had invaded his turf, and he was more Slytherin than most people gave him credit for.
He groaned. Pansy wasn’t one for giving up easily.
“I’m not in the mood to chat, Pansy,” he said.
“Neither am I. But there’s something else that we’re both in the mood for.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” he hoarsely replied. “I’m not really. It’s an involuntary reaction.”
“Really?” she asked skeptically, and he cursed the fact that they had reached his room by now. He didn’t want to ask her in. Or rather, he did want to ask her in, and that was the problem.
“Really,” he replied. “It’s Granger, who’s in the mood. You can go ask her if you can join them.” He was very careful not to look at her body, since he was lying through his teeth. His reaction was involuntary, but right now he would like nothing better than to have a warm and willing female under him. Telling Pansy no was almost physically painful.
“Is that so?” she asked in a slow and thoughtful voice. Then she shrugged and smiled sweetly at him. “Nothing to be done for it, then. Guess I had better go.” She walked up to him, giving him a seemingly innocent hug.
Feeling the full length of her body pressed against his, her soft lips brushing his cheek, and her breath tickling his ear… something snapped inside of him, and suddenly he had her pressed against the cold stonewall, his lips on hers, and his hands roaming her body.
He needed this. He needed this so badly. He didn’t have to actually sleep with her; they could just kiss. They had spent years just kissing. What was another night of kissing?
“Let’s go inside your room,” she whispered, moaning when he grabbed her behind and ground her more firmly against him, as he was nibbling at her neck.
“This doesn’t change anything,” he said in a strangled voice. “It’s just lust.”
“I know,” she replied.
He knew that when they went to his room, he wouldn’t just be kissing her.
“I need you,” Theo moaned into Hermione’s hair. “Why are you wearing so many clothes?” He impatiently unhooked her bra and Hermione couldn’t help but giggle. Theodore Nott losing patience was a sight to behold. “Stop laughing at me, wench,” he growled good-naturedly, bending to take a nipple into his mouth.
Hermione gasped at the onslaught and let her hands travel down to his waistband, searching for the buttons that would free him.
“Wait…” he whispered, earning him a puzzled look. “If-if you do that, there really is no going back.”
“There was going back before?” she asked, stopping being the furthest thing from her mind.
He smiled vaguely at her. “This is not a one-off for me. If we do this, I want more from you.”
“More?” she asked, distractedly caressing his abdomen. What could be more than this?
“If we do this,” he whispered, “then you’re mine. Only mine. And I don’t plan to hide it. Can you live with openly dating a Slytherin, the son of a known Death Eater?”
She looked up into his eyes. They were serious, understanding and… no, that couldn’t be. She watched him swallow. Theodore Nott did not become nervous. Especially not from such a simple thing as asking a girl if she would date him. She watched his face as it paled when she took her time in responding. Finally, he lowered his eyes.
“I understand if it’s a lot to take in,” he said. “Maybe we should wait. Give you some time to think about it.”
“I don’t need time,” she said.
He paled even more. “I see.”
She realized that perhaps she should have said something instead of being stunned by his question and fascinated by his fear of rejection. “I think we should continue,” she murmured, pulling him a bit closer to her.
“No, Hermione,” he quietly said. “I don’t think I can just…”
“You know, for someone very smart and observant, you are being very stupid. I wouldn’t be dating a Slytherin or the son of a Death Eater, but I’d be dating you, and that’s what I want.”
His eyes flew up to meet hers again in surprise and relief, which quickly turned to anger. “Don’t play with me!” he growled. “Do you think it’s funny to make me squirm? Do you have any idea how it feels when the only girl you ever wanted doesn’t seem to want you for more than a quick shag?”
Hermione’s eyes widened in surprise and she swallowed nervously, fidgeting under his heated gaze, and wishing she didn’t feel so exposed. “I-I didn’t mean to play with you,” she stammered. “I was just a bit surprised that you even doubted me.”
He sighed deeply, immediately looking contrite. “Don’t be afraid of me, Hermione,” he said, his voice once again gentle. “You just gave me a bit of a scare, that’s all.” His hands found her arms, gently rubbing them, sending shivers through her and giving her gooseflesh all over her upper body. His eyes were immediately drawn to her breasts, where the nipples had drawn into taut little peaks. “I want to make love to you, but I’m not sure I can tonight,” he whispered.
“What?” she croaked, suddenly feeling stupid for being half-dressed and about to be rejected.
He shook his head. “I can’t make love to you.” He took her hand and placed it over the bulge in his trousers again. “I need you so badly… not even thinking you rejected me could kill it… it won’t be making love.”
Her pulse sped up again as she hesitantly looked up at him to make sure he was saying what she hoped he was saying.
The heat in his eyes was unmistakable – and it certainly wasn’t anger.
She slowly moved her hand over him, applying just a little pressure, and she felt him shiver and grow even harder under her touch.
“Hermione…” he moaned, but he didn’t stop her.
Quickly, she unbuttoned his trousers and pulled both them and his underwear down. His eyes widened slightly at her rushed movements, and she stared at him hungrily, wetting her lips. He moaned again.
“I can’t wait to make you lose control,” she purred.
“Didn’t you notice?” he muttered. “It happened a long time ago.”
He slid his hands up inside her skirt, grabbing the waistband of her knickers, and slowly began pulling them off her. She obligingly raised herself off the table when he nudged her, and he took his time sliding them down her legs, before looking at her again, his eyes questioning.
“If you ask me again if I’m sure, then I might have to kill you,” she warned.
His lip quirked. “Are you…?” he hesitantly asked. Are you a virgin?
Wasting no more time, he stepped closer to her, bent to steal a kiss, and then he was inside of her.
Draco breathed a sigh of relief. They seemed to have let up a bit on the petting. That was good. Perhaps they wouldn’t go as far as he’d feared.
Pansy had walked first into his room, and he had to admire her bottom in that blue skirt. Blue suited her. Well, anything that hugged her figure like that suited her.
“Are you enjoying the view?” she teased, as he wasn’t moving from the door, but just standing there, staring after her.
He shrugged. “Nice arse, Pans,” he said, going in and closing the door after himself.
She sat down on his bed and grinned mischievously at him. “Why, thank you! You sure know how to sweet-talk a girl, don’t you?”
“I wasn’t aware I needed to sweet-talk you,” he said, walking over to her.
She shrugged. “At least pretending that you gave a damn about me being here would be nice. You know, make me feel better about myself.”
“Why are you here if it makes you feel bad about yourself?” he quietly asked.
“You’re a fool, Draco,” she replied. “One day you’ll understand.”
He frowned but shrugged it off. “I do want you here,” he said instead, walking up to her.
“Thanks,” she drily responded.
“Do you think I’m completely immune? You’re extremely sexy, and you can be damn hard to resist when you get it in your head to seduce me. Believe me.”
“Yet you’ve managed to do so for years,” she pointed out.
“Only just,” he murmured, taking in her figure.
She didn’t respond but instead made herself comfortable on his bed and patted the spot next to her.
“Aren’t you cold in that outfit?” he asked, obligingly lying down where she had indicated.
She laughed. “A little, perhaps. But I trust for you to keep me warm.”
He let his hand touch her cheek and run down her neck, over her collarbone, around one full breast, down her flat stomach, across her hip and halfway down her thigh. She seemed to hold her breath for the duration of the long caress.
“Such a lovely body,” he murmured. “Why do you want to gift me with it?”
She shrugged and shot him a teasing smile. “You’re not ugly yourself.”
He bent over her and slowly kissed her, sliding his hand back up and taking her skirt with it, leaving it around her waist. He then carefully squeezed one of her breasts, making her gasp and breathe a little harder.
He rested his forehead against hers. “Understand that I would be using you, that I cannot control these second-hand feelings. If she comes again, I won’t be able to hold back, no matter where you are.”
“But you still want me, right?”
“So damn much,” he whispered, running his lips down her neck to her breast, nipping at her erect nipple through the top, making her moan. “I can’t control those feelings, but in order for them to have the full effect, I need to be doing what she’s doing and enjoying it as much for myself. If that happens, I should have the best orgasm of my life. You could give it to me.”
She whimpered. “Good. That’s all I need,” she whispered.
He lifted his head again to kiss her, and, resting on his one forearm, he let his other hand travel down to stroke her through her knickers. She was so wet and ready for him, he could tell, and he trembled slightly just thinking about burying himself deep inside of her. She was a virgin; she would be so tight.
Suddenly his eyes bulged and his entire body jerked. “Fuck!”
Hermione cried out when Theo was suddenly inside of her, filling her so completely. It felt fantastic. Had it felt like this the last time, the only time, she had had sex? She could barely remember. It had been so long ago.
He shuddered against her. “I knew you’d feel wonderful,” he choked. “But I had no idea…. I can’t hold back, Hermione, I can’t be gentle. I need… I need to lose control.”
She thrust against him, making them both moan with the sensation. “Please do,” she begged. “I need it too.”
Bracing one hand against the table and steadying her hip with the other hand, he bent to roughly kiss her as he none too gently thrust into her again and again. She held onto him for dear life, kissing and caressing, as she could feel herself rapidly moving towards her climax. As she was almost there, she closed her eyes and tensed, loving the feeling of his rough thrusts and reaching for her orgasm, just a little more… and then he slowed.
She made a disgruntled sound, opening her eyes to glare at him.
“Not yet, love,” he groaned. “I don’t want it to be over yet.”
“What happened to losing control?” she snapped, frustration seeping through her.
“I regained some of it,” he said with a grin, nibbling at her ear. “Don’t be cross, Hermione. I’ll make it good, I promise.”
She pouted a little, but then he began nibbling and licking her lower lip, and she forgot to be annoyed.
“What is it?” Pansy asked, gently caressing Draco’s arms and shoulders, as he was shuddering, trying to regain his control.
“They’re doing it,” he groaned. “Already so close…”
Pansy sat up and pulled off her top and knickers and was about to undo her skirt, when he stopped her. “No,” he whispered. “Leave it on….” The sight of her wearing nothing but that mini-skirt was probably the most erotic thing he had ever seen.
She grinned at him and began hurriedly undoing his clothes, well aware that if the people on the other end didn’t have a lot of stamina, Draco wouldn’t be able to give her what she wanted. What she had always wanted.
When he was finally naked, he pushed her back down and braced himself over her. “Not a lot of foreplay, I’m afraid,” he murmured, kissing her breasts and pushing the skirt up again.
She snorted a little breathlessly, anticipation shining in her eyes. “We’ve had years of foreplay, Draco. This is about time.”
He grunted and began slowly pushing into her, nudging her legs up to open her wider to him, and taking great care to not hurt her more than he had to.
It was fucking difficult when his instinct right now was to take her hard and fast until she screamed his name. But she was a virgin, and if he did that, her screaming would be of a nature that he didn’t find all that arousing.
“You feel so good,” he moaned against her neck, while trying to get her to relax some more with kisses and caresses so she could take all of him without too much pain. Right now she squeezed so tightly around him that he thought he might come before the ring forced him to. “Relax, honey. You trust me, don’t you?” he murmured, praying for staying power.
She made a visible effort to relax some more, smiling at him. “You don’t have to hold back,” she whispered. “I’ll be all right.”
He swallowed. It was tempting, but he knew she was lying. She needed to get used to the feel of him inside of her.
He felt Hermione rapidly moving towards her orgasm and he knew that he most likely wouldn’t make a very good first impression on Pansy. There was no way he would be able to stop his own response. That was how the ring and bracelet were built; he would share the one wearing the bracelet’s pleasure and pain.
Pansy bucked up against him. “Please move,” she panted, and he was surprised to realize that she didn’t seem to be in much pain anymore.
He began moving. It was pure bliss. Much too soon, he began moving harder and faster, but he couldn’t help it. His control was slipping, and he couldn’t do anything but feel. He clearly felt both the girl beneath him and the girl rooted in his mind, and both were driving him onwards.
Pansy whimpered, and he forced himself to slow down, to check on her, telling himself he’d find some way to stop if she was in pain. But she wasn’t in pain. Her face was flushed, her lips were swollen from his kisses, and her eyes were closed in enjoyment.
He felt like kissing her, so he did, and he whispered sweet nothings in her ear, because he knew she wanted to hear them, and she wouldn’t hold them against him in the morning.
“Theo,” Hermione moaned, desperately grabbing onto his shoulders. “Theo…”
“I know,” he panted. “Merlin, this feels… so…” He seemed at a loss for words.
“Theo,” she whimpered, her face flushed and her eyes fevered.
“Lay back, honey,” he quietly instructed.
She reluctantly let go of him and did as told. He wrapped her legs around him again and braced himself above her, bending down to gently brush his lips against hers.
It was agony. She wanted more, and he was taking an excruciating long time about it while making sure to give her just enough of what she wanted to keep her fever at a pitch.
He kissed her again, slowly running his tongue over her swollen lower lip, and she grabbed onto him, refusing to just be teased like that, and sucked his tongue into her mouth, massaging it with her own. He made a sound that sounded like a mix between a moan and a growl at the back of his throat, and to her great pleasure, he seemed to lose some of his deliberate control, moving faster against her.
“Yes,” she gasped as he pounded against her. “Oh, yes.”
“Fuck, Hermione, I can’t hold back much longer. I can’t…”
She quieted him by kissing him again. He lost a bit more of his control. Moving roughly against her again, he slid his mouth down to her breasts, licking and nibbling at her nipples. She bucked against him, holding his head to her, running her fingers through his hair. Suddenly he nipped at her nipple, causing a flash of intense pained pleasure, and she was lost. She tensed and cried out as she reached her climax, spasming around him, making him grunt with the strain of holding back as he continued to drive into her, prolonging her orgasm until she thought she couldn’t take anymore.
Finally he slowed down a bit, panting, his body slick from the effort of not coming.
“I love to watch you come,” he whispered, shuddering slightly against her. “I love to hear it. And, Merlin, do I love to feel it.”
“I want you to come, too,” she murmured. “Please…”
He made a strangled sound. “Yes… I want to come inside you so badly. I won’t last much longer.” He bent to kiss her lips and her neck, his entire body shaking with restrained need.
Then he began moving again. First slowly, but then picking up the pace. He slipped his hand down between them to tease her nub.
“No,” she whimpered. “I can’t again.”
“Of course you can,” he whispered.
And she could. And this time, when her muscles clamped down on him, he came with her, thrusting deep, and completely letting go.
Draco clenched his teeth. He was teetering on the edge. He had been for a while now. His skin was damp with perspiration as he fought hard for control.
It was so good; it was almost impossible not to let go.
But he wanted to hold out; he wanted to wait until he felt Hermione’s climax on the other end of the bond. She was feeling everything so strongly, and what were the chances that he’d ever experience this again? He just had to not come.
He just… had to… not… He groaned and buried his head in Pansy’s neck, tasting the salt on her skin. Not coming was not as easy as it sounded. Pansy was close as well, he could feel it. She was squirming under him, thrusting against him, and mumbling incoherently, pleading him to take her over the edge.
But he couldn’t do that. If she came, he wouldn’t be able to hold back. She was so tight around him, so sexy beneath him… he should have done this much sooner. He should have taken what she was offering. Wasn’t that what he had been brought up to do, anyway? Take what he wanted, when he wanted it? Damn the consequences, as long as they had nothing to do with him.
“Draco,” she gasped. “P-please… I can’t take it any longer.”
He kissed her, slowly and gently. She grabbed onto his shoulders, digging in her nails.
“Soon, love,” he murmured. “Soon.”
Then he felt it coming closer. Finally. He had to fight himself to not give in just yet, but he knew that it wasn’t far off.
“Now,” Pansy whimpered.
“Yes,” he whispered. “Now.”
Letting his instincts guide him, he began thrusting hard and deep, making Pansy cry out her pleasure. It was too much; it had to be really soon. He moaned deep in his throat and increased the pace even more, unable to hold back. Pansy came, convulsing violently, squeezing him so tight that he thought it possible to die from pleasure.
Then, just as he knew he couldn’t wait, he felt it – her orgasm. His entire being hummed and sang as his blood turned to liquid pleasure. He came, shuddering at the force, as he seemed to explode over and over again. He knew it wasn’t physically possible, he knew that he came once, that he had one explosion, but he could feel it so clearly. It went on and on, draining him of energy and coherent thought. Draining him of everything he had, everything he could give.
Finally, it was over, and he collapsed, unable to move another muscle.
“Wow, that was amazing,” Pansy whispered.
He couldn’t even respond. And when Hermione came again, his body wasn’t able to produce much more than a slight tremble at the new pleasure.
For a long time they didn’t move, but just laid there, on the table, fighting to catch their breath. Then finally Theo slowly turned his head and began placing languorous kisses on Hermione’s jaw, cheek, and finally mouth.
“That was ok,” she finally said, giggling at the look he sent her.
“Wench,” he murmured, slowly moving his weight off her to stand on legs that were still a tad unsteady.
“What?” she innocently asked. “You didn’t think it was ok?”
He hungrily let his gaze run down her body. “Give me a little time to recover and I’ll give you the answer it deserves.”
Her eyes widened slightly and he grinned at her before helping her to her feet.
Draco laid on his back, watching Pansy getting dressed again. He tried to feel guilty for taking her virginity, for using her, but he couldn’t. She had used him just as much as he’d used her, and at the end of the day, they had both gotten what they wanted.
“You know, it’s a pity you’re so hung up on her,” Pansy casually said, as she was trying to smooth the wrinkles in her skirt.
“Hung up on whom?” Draco distractedly asked, as he wondered whether he’d ever see that skirt again without getting an instant erection.
“Granger, of course,” she replied, giving up on the wrinkles and pulling on her top.
He frowned. “I’m not hung up on Granger,” he said. “Don’t be stupid.”
“You’re the one who’s stupid if you actually believe that,” she retorted. “What was all this about, then?”
His frown deepened. “I told you it was an involuntary—“
“But it wasn’t that involuntary, was it?” she interrupted. “We both know that you could have avoided this if you had wanted to.”
He didn’t respond, but just pressed his lips together, returning her gaze.
She smiled a little sadly. “You could have taken the ring off the second it started and kept it off for a few hours, and it wouldn’t have made a lick of difference in your arrangement. You know that, I know that… doesn’t she know it, too? Isn’t that why she was even doing it in the first place?”
He looked away, still refusing to respond.
“You wanted to feel it,” Pansy whispered. “You wanted to make love to her. So you did.”
Then she quietly left the room.