Written by - WritingInTheDarkness
One Shot
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How did all of sudden she found Malfoy good looking? and why oh why did it have to be him? A moment changed her life, will Malfoy be the one who changed it?. Read and Review. Oneshot. SMUT!
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Anyone But You
By WritingInTheDarkness
A/N: This is only a one-shot, fairly long, I assume. I am also writing another fanfic The Thought Of It All, also a Dramione fic.
Hopefully you will all like this one, because you did the last two one-shots. Review please, because that is all I have (pathetic, I know) I can't help it!!
Nobody...
All she saw was red.
The blasted git was mocking her in front of the entire potions class. Normally Malfoy would be as cold and determined to make Hermione's life hell. But this was taking it to a whole new level. A level she knew existed, but not for her, and not to this extent.
'You okay, Granger? Or am I hurting your feelings too much?' the whole Slytherin went into loud fits of laughter. She stood up.
'Shut it, Malfoy,' she scowled at him, and he just grinned in return.
'Or what? The mighty dorks behind you will come to your rescue. Please don't make me laugh,' he said, ignoring Ron and Harry jumping to there feet with wands in hands.
'Please, don't, you'll just be sinking to his level,' she whispered. Both boys nodded in return.
'Oh, isn't this precious, Mudblood says stop, and they do. Won't that be useful in the bedroom?' he mocked, Slytherin's were red in the face from too much laughing.
She had no idea how it began, she had walked into class, bent on being as pleasant as she can be to her partner (Malfoy) without having to talk to him or make any contact with him whatsoever. But no, Malfoy had to remark on her silence, and the fact that she would not look at him even when he was making comments about her unruly hair. And then of course Professor Snape had to step out 'for just a moment' Evil little bastard.
It probably spurred Malfoy on.
'You know, Malfoy, I don't think anything you can say or do would have any affect on me. That's how insignificant you are. That's why when I leave this school I won't be solely independent on my Death- eater father and trophy wife mother,' she yelled. The whole room turned silent, and she looked at Malfoy.
For real this time. Just to see what he thought of her opinions.
He turned red in the face, and clenched his hand around his wand. He didn't scare her, he was just a pathetic excuse for a Pureblood. He had made life miserable for her, and what had she ever done to him to deserve it? Nothing.
Holding her wand close to her chest, she sat back down, and continued reading from the list of ingredients that she wrote down earlier. Before she was rudely interrupted by a ferret.
Fortunately, Professor Snape came back in and saw everyone out of their seat. Scowling in all directions, he reached the front and whirled around.
'20 points from Gryffindor for getting out of your seats. Slytherin's just sit down, now' he drawled out, smirking at the shocked faces of the left-sided room.
Malfoy slowly made his way to his seat, and sat down but not before whispering in Hermione's ear. 'Believe me when I say I'll affect you.'
She quickly looked up and noted the evil smirk on his face. Bloody Hell, she'll pay for this in the future. Noticing Harry waving at her and with an expression as if to ask ' what's wrong?' she just shook her head and waved him off to do his potion.
Class ended a long while later, she reluctantly got up and caught up with Harry and Ron at the door.
'I'm fine, no point wasting time on Malfoy.' she mumbled, and started for Defense against the Dark Arts. Another class with the sly Slytherin.
Finally, finishing all her classes for the day, she trudged her way back up to the Gryffindor common room, just to take a little nap before dinner. She was exhausted from all the drama today, luckily for her Malfoy didn't say anything to her during DADA, but unluckily for her Ron tried to put a move on her as well.
Not that she didn't like him ,she did. Just not in that boyfriend-y kind of way. She did back in 4th year, but now it was 6th year, two years later and not a telling that he reciprocated her feelings. So she moved on, and realized that it was better this way.
So after an awkward explanation and the look of hurt on his face when she told him, she felt more horrible then, then she did at most times. He had walked away after she explained, and she wanted to go after to him to tell him...she didn't know.
As soon as she made it to the girls dormitory, she fell flat faced on her bed and was sound asleep moments later.
The sound of Lavender humming woke her up, groaning, she got up, feeling stiff and unrested, even though she just had a rest. And made her way to dinner, after saying hello and good bye to one cheerful Lavender.
Maybe she got some, her mind thought. Ugh, I don't need to think about that, especially about her, or anyone for that matter.
Sighing, she sat down and began munching on toasted bread. Sitting across from Ginny, who was ignoring her, she said, albeit, a little annoyingly 'are you mad at me too?'
'Why?' was what she simply asked.
Closing her eyes, she relished the time when she will leave this blasted school and live all alone, without Malfoy or a long- wasted Ron. Just her and Crookshanks. 'I don't feel the same way, I did. A long time ago, but he didn't do anything. I wasn't going to wait forever, Ginny. Believe me if I felt anything towards him except brotherly love then I would have said yes.'
She nodded, accepting her apology and murmured that it would have been great if they did get together.
Hermione almost burst into tears, she had never meant to hurt Ron. She loved him, but she only wished that she could've felt more, an inkling or two, but she didn't.
Getting up, she told Ginny that she was going to try and find Ron and apologize or at least talk about it.
She straightened out her uniform, slung her bag over her shoulder and headed up the stairs. She knew she wouldn't make it that far.
'Well, if it isn't the Mudblood,' he sneered, stepping from behind an armor.
'Hello, Malfoy, can I help you with something?' he moved closer, and she could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Out of excitement or fear, she could not tell.
'I'm the one who should be helping you, don't you think? Because I recall early this morning you thought a certain someone didn't affect you, is that true?' he said, moving closer.
'It's true, don't you worry about it,' she said, moving away and up another flight of stairs, having just reached the 4th staircase, and cursed the Gryffindor common room,they just had to be on the 7th floor, didn't they?
'Not so fast,' a voice murmured from below
The next moment she was pushed through another portrait hole, and up against a wall. The person in front of her was still Malfoy, but he looked more sinister.
'You have no idea, do you?' he whispered, pulling himself away, and settling on the couch across the way.
'Idea about what? What are you talking about?' she asked, confused.
'Nothing, absolutely nothing,' he looked down, then sighed.
'What am I doing here, Malfoy?' she asked, annoyed with his evasive answers. Couldn't he just answer a simple question with an equally simple answer. Lord, Slytherin's are stubborn, or just annoying.
'You can leave, if you want,' he offered, with a smile on his pale face.
Hermione looked around, noting a single window in the corner, that just barely illuminated the room. The room itself had a couch in which Malfoy was sitting on, a table infront of it, and a bed in the corner.
Turning around, there was no outline of a door, and that seem to unnerve her even more. Scowling in Malfoy's direction, she started pounding on the wall (assuming it was the door) and yelling for someone to get her out.
Apparently using her wand had never entered her mind, well it did, but it was in her bag, which she had dropped before Malfoy pushed her into this God forsaken room.
'This is all your fault, you know where the door is, but you won't tell me. Just let me out, I don't want to be stuck here, especially with you,' she yelled.
Malfoy took out his wand, and held it up in front of him, and slowly walked forward. Having Granger move back only made his smile widen. He silently unlocked the door behind her, where ever it was. Even if he didn't affect her this time, there will always be another encounter.
'Are you sure you want to go, Hermione?' he murmured into her ear. She couldn't help the shiver that ran down her spine or the very audible moan that erupted afterwards.
He put the wand back in his robes and glided till her chest was pressed against his, thinking this had to be the most exotic thing he had ever felt. The warmth radiating off her sent his body pulsing with desired need
'Please, Malfoy. Stop!' she panted slightly. Definitely not denying the bulge she felt against her thigh.
'What? I thought I didn't affect you,'he whispered into her ear.
He pushed her further into the wall until Hermione herself fell through it. She landed on her butt and scowled up at Malfoy, who was with all his might trying to keep the ridiculous grin from his face.
'Bye, Granger,' he said, before closing the door behind him again. Taking the silence charm off the room he could hear her muttering about what an insufferable prat he was.
And she said he affected her in no way, what a little liar.
Having missed her first period, she decided to skip the rest of the day, and hole herself in the library. Lord, it's been confusing. First Ron, then Malfoy. All of sudden she was attracting guys that she didn't even like- little own tolerated. Ugh, she can barely think of another guy because of Malfoy.
When did he start getting good looking, or civil for that matter.
She banged her head on the desk and a throat cleared from somewhere behind her. Looking up, she saw Ron and couldn't help gasping. Moving away from the amounts of books and parchment she collected, she pulled the chair beside her away, gesturing for him to sit.
'Hi,' Hermione whispered, and starting stacking her books away.
'Hey,' he said, moving closer.
'I'm so sorry, for hurting you. I never wanted...to hurt you.. or not like you,' she groaned and bumped her head on the table.
'It's okay, 'Mione. I understand, you wanted to like me, and you did, but I waited too long. That was my fault, I just wished I wasn't so slow,' he said, chuckling a little.
Hermione threw her arms around him and kissed his cheek. She was so happy that she hadn't lost Ron as a friend. It would've been Hell, for she couldn't imagine her life without him.
'Awww... isn't this sweet? The mudblood and the blood traitor touching. Can't you do this somewhere else, when no one, and I mean, me, isn't looking, or alive,' he snapped. He quickly sat back in his place on the opposite side and tried concentrating on his book.
Ron smiled and pulled Hermione to him. 'I love you, Hermione, and I hope you know that even though I was stupid, I would probably wait forever for you.'
Unshed tears came into her eyes, hearing that and not responding the way she so desperately wanted was killing her inside. But looking at Malfoy, she knew it would all be one big lie. For Malfoy had awoken something deep inside her, something not even Ron could fulfill.
'Ron, I can't.. I have to go,' grabbing her bag, and leaving all else behind, she fled the library, looking for another sanctuary.
She felt so guilty. Why couldn't she be with Ron? It's not like Malfoy liked her or even respected her. He still called her a Mudblood, what did that tell you? That he hasn't changed. That he will never change.
But she did. Thinking of Ron, all she saw was sweet smiles and friendly hugs. But when thinking of Malfoy, she thought of passionate embraces and moans.
Glaring at the Womping Willow, she settled near the lake. How did life become so complicated? A couple of weeks ago she sensed something different about Malfoy, but just brushed it aside as another odd thing that was just Malfoy. But did it mean something?
'Why so alone?' she whirled around and saw Malfoy leaning behind her tree.
'Go away,' she spat out. Ignore him, that's all.
'So, are you and the Weasel fighting, already?' he sneered out. Oh, look, the old Malfoy, rearing its ugly head.
She stood up and told him to sod off. Walking away, she made it past the Great Hall before she was shoved into a wall again. Seriously Malfoy had some weird fetishes with walls.
'Answer me,' he said menacingly. She wasn't scared, because something inside of her knew that Malfoy wouldn't psychically hurt her. She decided to look bored instead of frightened.
'What was your question again?' she asked, playing the ignorant.
'Are you and Weasel fighting?' he asked, with less patience this time.
'Of course we are not fighting. What gave you that idea?' she pushed away from him and walked up a flight of stairs, passing the Room of Requirement.
Malfoy grabbed her arm and tossed her into the room. She landed on her arse again and glaring at Malfoy didn't seem to accomplish anything.
'Will you stop pushing me into rooms? I want to go to my common room,' she snapped out, ready to bolt.
'Are you with him?' he whispered, facing the door.
What should she tell him, that she wasn't and see his response, or lie and tell him yes and hope he won't ever bother her again. She frowned and looked at him, his face was still turned away from her but she could see something. Something she couldn't define.
'No, I'm not,' she whispered in return. He whirled around and took her by surprise, yelping she fell back down. Sticking out his hand, she pulled herself up and stood a tad too close to him.
'Why?'
She knew he meant why wasn't she with Ron. What could she say, that she liked him as a friend but desired another. Especially if she said he was the one she desired.
Why did it have to be him? Anyone but him.
'Because, I don't like him that way,' she said, then added 'I like another one.'
Malfoy growled, actually growled and pushed her on the couch and got on top of her. She would've pushed him away but she was quite liking there new position.
'Who do you like? Tell me now!,' he yelled. Grabbing her shoulders, he forced her to look at him.
'Malfoy...,' she said when he interrupted,
'My name is Draco,' he mumbled, and pulled her tighter against him.
'Draco, I can't say.. he doesn't like me anyway. I am so stupid to think that he would like me,' she said, watching the fire in his eyes. His face had turned red, and he was panting.
'Tell me who it is,' he repeated.
'Why do you even care? Malfoy, get off me okay? I wouldn't want to ruin your precious robes,' she tried to pull herself up but he held her down and touched her skin. Just a light caress, but that was all it took.
In that moment, she forgot about Ron and just focused on the boy on top.
'Draco,' she said his name in wonderment. 'Why did it have to be you? Anyone but you.'
Draco's eyes widened and then he swooped down and stole her mouth. Kissing her like his life depended on it, he decided he had to get closer.
He all but ripped off her robe causing her to gasp in surprise but to surrender to her ultimate demise. He pulled off her blouse and skirt, and shoes and socks. Leaving her in only her knickers and bra, he stared at the beauty that was Hermione Granger.
Blushing and shying away from his heated gaze, he nipped at her collarbone, sucking gently, adding little pressure to make a love bite. Something that would finally mark her as his.
He moved down, leaving light caresses on her slightly bronzed skin, he couldn't deny the passion in her eyes, or the way her body reacted to his every touch. She moaned when he sucked gently at her bra clad nipple. His hands moved further down until he reached her knickers, tugging them aside he felt the wetness and nearly came then and there.
'Draco, please,' she said while tugging off his robes. He readily obliged, having the need to feel skin to skin.
He knew that it was uncomfortable on a couch, so he laid the blanket on the floor and turned so he landed on his back with her on top. The sight of her wavy tresses surrounding her slender shoulders nearly stopped his heart. She looked positively angelic.
Draco moved her and hovered over, he quickly discarded her bra and his shirt. He had kept her tie on and his, the sight of the neatly pressed red and gold tie in between her tanned breasts only spurred him on.
She pulled at his tie and kissed him, sweeping her tongue inside, feeling for everything she could. He moaned and she was delighted.
She shimmied her knickers off and he pulled his pants down. Hermione started kissing a path down his chest, the pale on his chest and the chiseled muscles from years at Quidditch had paid off.
'Hermione, please,' he groaned and almost spilled his seed when he saw where she was headed, pushing him on his back, she moved lower and lower till she all but hovered over his well endowed cock.
'Patience is a virtue,' she whispered, and took the time to scrap her fingers lightly against a pulsing vein on the side of his penis. Eyes rolling into the back of his head, she hadn't even sucked him and he was about to burst.
Finally, of what felt like an eternity she took the head into her mouth, sucking gently and applying pressure on the base. Never in her life had she given someone head, and she hoped against hope that he wouldn't be severely disappointed.
Slurping and moaning could be heard throughout the room and when he was about to come, he flipped her over and slid his body between her legs. She moaned at the contact and pressed her pelvic area onto his throbbing cock.
'Draco, you make me go crazy, just go on, please,' she whispered achingly.
He moved his face down her body, never favoring a certain spot, just teasing nips here and there till he reached her pussy. Her clit was pulsing, and her pussy kept leaking out yummy juices.
He couldn't wait any longer, burying his face in between her gorgeous legs, he sucked and licked until she was shaking from her on coming orgasm, but he kept going, this girl was absolutely phenomenal and he couldn't wait till he was deep inside her. She would be his.
Draco bite her clit and she cried out. He looked up and saw her staring at him, he said 'You are mine, you know that right? I won't let you go after you have given yourself to me. Screw my parents, screw your friends, if they don't like it then they should sod off.'
Oh, God, she would've agreed to marry the Devil himself, if Malfoy would just finish what he started.
'Yes, Malfoy,' she agreed and squeezed her legs around his head. The sight of his white-blond hair right there was the most erotic sight she had ever seen.
He smiled when she obeyed and crawled back up her body. His tie slowly tickling her stomach along the way. Cradling her head in his hand, he all but slammed inside her, making her gasp at the sudden pain. Tears were shedding from her tightly closed eyes.
'I'm sorry,' he began to remove himself when her legs came around him in a vice- like grip. He moaned when her legs started rubbing at his arse.
Deciding it was now or never, he withdrew only to shove back in. The tightness and the heat and her body, and smell. It all came together, enveloping him, making him lose himself in her body.
Thrusting in and out, the faint moaning of his name being called was heard in the distance, but all he could concentrate was on making her come. He rubbed his thumb over her clit once, twice. Her pussy tightened but she didn't come.
He looked into her eyes, and seeing the stubbornness shining through, even when having sex, or in this case making love still astounded him. Her hands were digging into his shoulder blades, and he was bruising her hips to keep from completely leaving her body.
'Draco, come with me,' she yelled. And he heard that. The blood rushed to his head, and shivers ran down his spine, the sweat on her body mixed with his only made his eyes shut tightly and the long awaited climax to pull through.
Screaming her name at the top of his lungs (luckily he had silenced the room) he came deep inside her body, and when she tightened around him and orgasmed did he minimized his thrusts, to slow movements.
Staying completely still, he withdrew from her body and fell beside her. Never in his life had he experienced anything euphoric. He felt like he was floating on the clouds. Lord, he was content.
Looking down at Hermione's face, he saw the tears and thought something wrong. 'What's wrong, Hermione? Did I hurt you?' he asked, worriedly.
'Good God, no. That felt sooooo good,' she drawled out. She smiled, and in the dimly lit room she managed to brighten it up.
Draco smiled and her heart accelerated. Was it always going to be like this?
Not realizing she asked the question out loud, Draco whispered 'Yes,' before catching her mouth in a slow- languid kiss.
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