She loved him. SHE LOVED HIM! She actually told him that she loved him. He felt like jumping in the air and screaming to the Heavens.
Draco continued kissing her and taking off her clothes, he was down to her bra and knickers. Oh Merlin, he was going to see her naked soon. The thought send a pool of heat to his lower regions, making him- possibly- even harder.
'Oh, Draco, is that your wand? Or are you just happy to see me?' she pointed conspicuously at his pants and he grinned evilly.
'No, 'Mione, I'm really really happy to see you,' he whispered against her lips, kissing her gently.
She whimpered, and he took great satisfaction that he was the only one whom could make her feel like this. Whom could make her writhe and moan and beg but still be denied the sheer pleasure only he can give her. And eventually he will give it to her.
'What's wrong? And I am allowing you to talk now, before I let you off, never again, you got it?' he demanded, grabbing her chin in his hand.
'Stop teasing me! Give it to me or get lost. I can get it from someone else,' she said it in her most teasing tone.
Something inside him went off and he saw red. The thought of anyone, ANYONE, touching Hermione.. anyone made him so angry he could cast an Unforgivable.
'I know the Weasel touched you, and you're lucky I didn't hex the damn bastard, but if anyone, so much as looks at you the wrong way, I'll kill him,' he growled and she shrunk back.
'Draco,' the moment was ruined. She scrambled off the bed and found all her scattered clothes, quickly putting them on and heading for the door.
'Hermione, please. Stay,' he was asking her but she knew she had to deny him. This was crazy- Draco shouldn't be so.. possessive.. of her.
'I have to go, I've suddenly realized that I have homework. I'm sorry. Owl me later,' she slipped out quietly and fled. Fled all the way to the safe confines of her house.
Draco felt so stupid. He hadn't meant to scare her. But she needed to know how he felt about this. That no one could touch her except him. Only him. Merlin, is it so hard to find a girl who would appreciate this uncommon trait. Obviously not.
He'd wait until tomorrow to talk to her. Then give her reasons behind his decision to make her his. She'd see it his way. He will make her.
The next morning, Hermione went down for breakfast with Harry and Ron. Hermione was still ignoring Ron and Ron was of course still trying to make up for it. She will give it another week and then maybe say something civil like a 'hello' but nothing else.
After fitful sleeping, she realized that she will never sleep. She blamed it on Draco, he had to be so Slytherin. Not that she minded the sly part of his personality but to go as far as to say she loved it. No, not in her lifetime. Draco was too much last night. She loved him and he loved her but it was so uncommon of her to hear him speak like that. Like he was her territory and no can pass on that piece of land.
Ron wasn't like that. Ron wasn't much, she had to be honest. At first he was sweet but then she realized that they had nothing in common except Harry and not much else was different. She liked walking back to Gryffindor and knowing that he was waiting for her, but other then that, he just wasn't Draco.
Draco would take advantage of the situation. He would overwhelm her with his touch and make her lose herself in him.
Plus, they had things in common. Loads of things. From Potions – excluding Snape. And Magical creatures, and how Divination was ridiculous and they had the same views on the blood issue. Hermione was still getting to know him, she thought he was sweet, and rugged, and possessive and sly, and hilarious. He was everything she had hoped in Ron.
She snapped back to the present and sat down. Helping herself to eggs and toast with jam, she decided to stop thinking and just eat. Then she would think.
'I need to talk to you,' someone drawled from behind her.
She turned and got up, knowing immediately who it was. She shot Ron and Harry a look and headed out the doors with Draco at her heels. He started leading the way when they were out of the Great Hall.
He lead them outside, barely concealed by a tree that looked like the whomping and he made her lean against the bark.
'You told me you love me, and yet you ran like a scared little kitty,' he mocked.
She flushed red and turned her head away.
'I am not going to say i'm sorry for pretty much telling you that you belong to me. Because Hermione, you do. The minute you let me touch you, you were mine to play with,' he continued.
'I am no ones,' she snapped back, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
'Okay, let's look it at this way. How would you like it If I played with you and someone wanted to start playing with me? What if Pansy wanted to start fucking me, shagging me against the bloody wall and I said yes? What if I was with you and someone else took what belonged to you? I'm yours, Hermione,' he motioned to himself with his hand.
Merlin, that's all she could see. Draco with someone else. Someone else touching him like the way she wanted to touched him and had touched him.
'I don't think you would like that very much. The thought of some other girl touching my chest, riding my cock, screaming my name, begging and begging for more and more,' he smirked when he knew he got her.
NO! NO! NO! 'NO! I would not like that. I would hate that. Is that what you want to hear? That you Draco Malfoy belong to me and no one else. That no else can touch you except me, the girl you love,'
Gasps were heard. Hermione shut her eyes and willed herself not to turn around and witness what she knew could only be disaster.
Draco smiled and waved at people. Hermione slowly turned around and saw dozens of Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, Slytherins and Gryffindors. And better yet Harry and Ron standing there with their mouths open looking ready to faint.
'You could have shushed me,' she muttered at Draco. He put his arm around her waist, drew her in and kissed her. With tongue. More gasps and this time coughing, like someone was about to choke.
She pulled away and he whispered 'It's too much fun this way.'
Hermione growled.
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