Written by -WritingInTheDarkness
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Final. He whispered love me at last. and who couldn't help but to comply. A night of decisions, and passion. Read and review.
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Love me at last
Love me at last, or if you will not,
Leave me;
Hard words could never, as these half-words,
Grieve me:
Love me at last
Love me at last, or let the last word uttered
Be but your own;
Love me, or leave me- as a cloud, a vapor,
or a bird flown.
Love me at last- I am but sliding water
Over a stone.
-Alice Corbin
“You are dead, Mudblood!” Draco's voice said softly. He was in the Heads common room. That insufferable wench enticed him again, with her repulsive, muggle- blooded body.
Earlier, she walked in the common room, with a skimpy outfit- one person would call PJ's, if they weren't a whore. And she had gone to the small kitchenette, humming out loud, blatantly ignoring that Draco and two of his close friends were in the bloody room.
“Granger, put some clothes on. I wasn't aware we were in a whorehouse.” he sneered out. He didn't like the way Crabbe and Goyle were leering at Hermonies perfectly tanned legs.
Instead of being offended, she snorted. “Well, good morning to you too Malfoy. I wasn't aware you cared. Of course, I will change right away.” Hermonie said sarcastically. She walked back to her room and slammed the door.
School had started precisely one week ago, and since then Hermonie Granger came back to Hogwarts a changed women. Her busy- like hair was now wavy auburn tresses going down the length of her back. And that never-shuts-up mouth suddenly looked to appealing for Draco's peace of mind.
He knew that Hermonie didn't cower before, and she certainly didn't do it now. Instead she was sarcastic and moody all the time. Hermonie still had her nose in a book but she had turn into a fully figured women. Draco couldn't seem to get over that. She wasn't as self-conscious as before, she filled out quite nicely and wasn't afraid to show it off. Not a lot. But just enough to tempt saints to sin. He remembered when he found out that she was his roommate.
"What? You can't be the Head Girl!" Draco Malfoy sputtered out through clenched teeth. They were in the Great Hall, Granger took it upon herself to tell him that she was the Head Girl.
"Oh, but i am Malfoy. You think i want to be stuck with you! Stay out of my way and i'll do the same. Got it?" and with that said, she threw her hair over her shoulder and walked away. Leaving a red-faced awe-struck Malfoy.
After she went back to her room. Draco ordered the two goons to stop gawking and to get the bloody hell out. They both snickered and left through the portrait wall.
“Granger!” Draco yelled at the top of his lungs. There was a crash on the other side of the door and Hermonie yelled, “Bugger off! You can yell at me later,” not before adding “Ferret boy!”
He grimaced. God, people still called him that. It happened in 4th year. Oh well, if someone did call him that, he would see it, that they pay. He chuckled under his breath. Time to make Hermonie pay.
Draco walked up to her door and muttered “Alohomora!” the door opened and the sight before him did nothing to stop the slow burning inside him from bursting. Hermonie was spread belly up on the bed, going through some spell books, wearing only a black bra and black knickers.
Was she trying to kill him? He knew that she wasn't doing this on person. She's allowed to walk around in the nude in room for all he cared. But this, something he actually has seen. Even if she was muggle, there was nothing wrong with admiring a little skin, was there? What the hell was wrong with him? He shouldn't think things like that, especially about her. A filthy mudblood. Still, only a genius could tell from the bulge in his pants, that it was quite the opposite.
“Draco, get out of my room!” Hermonies voice brought him out of his thoughts. She was under the covers now, scowling. Her books scattered the floor. Thats probably what dropped.
“No.” he drawled out. He was going to make her pay. By making her squirm. He decided to stick around, so he propped his shoulder against the door frame. Running his hand through his hair and making sure some of it landed over his eye- to get his sexual appeal just right.
Draco Malfoy was anything but ugly. At 6'0” tall, with silvery-gray eyes and platinum blond hair down over his ears. And with a body that women just love to touch. He- technically- was irresistible. Conquering 5 girls his first week back at Hogwarts. There was no stopping him. He won't even deny that he fucked all those other girls so that he can get the one girl in front of him out of his head.
"Oh, Draco. God, faster, harder!" moaned a sixth year, he couldn't recall if she was a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff. But damn, this girl underneath him was tight.
So naturally he went harder. Imagining a brunette underneath him, knowing full well that the girl was a blond. He couldn't get her out of his head. Thinking of her only made him climax harder then ever.
Never realizing that he screamed " Hermonie" at the top of his lungs.
And he'll accept that he would conquer Hermonie, if it wasn't for the fact that she was a mudblood. He kept telling himself, that it was degrading to bed a women that was beneath me, and when he said that, he couldn't help but think of her beneath him.
“Malfoy, I'm serious! You have no right to be here!” Hermonies hair floated around her shoulders, making it seemed like she was naked. His cock flinched in reaction.
He decided to scowl, instead of doing what he really wanted to do.
“I'll leave as soon as you promise you won't wear those things you call PJ's again.” he thought it was a perfectly sound explanation. Apparently she didn't.
“No!”
“Excuse me?” he said in shock. Nobody has ever denied him anything before. It was unthinkable. He couldn't believe she was the one who denied him.
“I said 'no'.”
“Why not?”
“Why should I?” he thought the spark in her eyes was so lovely. He couldn't help but stare some more.
“Why are you staring at me?” she asked, confused.
“Do you have any idea how beau- I mean- frustrating you are?” he cursed himself. He should always be careful with what he says. Especially saying that she was beautiful. Because that's telling the truth. Something about the way her face shows every reaction, every emotion, it makes her seem innocent. Like she hasn't faced reality, and nothing in it could bring her done.
“I know I'm frustrating, I can't help it. I was born like this. Now get the bloody hell out of my room. I'm not promising you anything.”
"All you have to do is promise me that you won't wear clothes like that, if you can really call them that. And i'll get out of your hair." he drawled out. He thought he saw her shiver. Huh!
Draco had just finished classes for the end of the day, and decided that he was back to his room and sleep. He thought he deserved it. Fucking girls and studying. It's hard work.
He just walked through the portrait hole when he saw Hermonie-he meant-Granger, in a short, paper thin towel. He could see her erect nipples from across the room. He vaguely remembered groaning out loud.
Hermonie-dammit- Granger turned and gaped open-mouthed at him. She squealed then. A high pitch noise, one would use to deafen a person. Then like speeding light, she flew to her room.
He closed his eyes, and went to take a very cold shower. He wondered who he was going to fuck that night to get her out of his mind. He shuddered thinking of her flawless skin. Bloody hell, was the last incoherent thought he had that night.
She scrambled to the side of the bed and grabbed the closest thing, which happened to be 'Advanced potions" book. And tried unsuccessfully to throw at him. The book fell a couple inches in front of him.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, I don't think you should have said that.” now he was really making her squirm. She's scared of him. His devious mind comes up with more ways to make it more prominent. To make her cower in his presence, or at least show her who is boss.
“What are you doing? Why won't you just leave me alone?” her eyes widen when she saw Draco walking towards her bed. His eyes were lit up with mischief.
He sat beside her, and whispered in her ear. “I can't leave you alone.”
He heard Hermonie gasp, probably due to the fact that he breathed the words, sending shivers down her spine. He was always good at making women swoon.
“Draco, what are you saying?” with a flick of his wand, he locked the door, and whispered a silence charm.
“Something about you, is driving me crazy.” he declared that he was just going to drive her crazy with lust, so that she will beg him to bed her. And he will.
“Me? Crazy?” she didn't sound particular concerned. Her voice was flighty, like the rest of her. She decided that she didn't care if he was in her room. She jump off the bed, about to go to her closet, when a hand shot up. Draco's arm was snaked around her waist, pushing her back on to the bed. She gasped, and starting yelling all sorts of obscenities. God, he wasn't even aware she knew those many bad words.
“Hermonie, will you shut up?” his voice grated out. He was surprisingly alert, seeing as how Hermonie was pressed against him. Wiggling to get out, rubbing her tantalizing body against his delicious one.
“Draco, let me go.” she started wiggling again. Her eyes opened and she looked at him. And in that instance, he knew that this was more then trying to get her into bed. She was absolutely beautiful, and so very very intelligent. Then another memory entered his mind. The say she hit him in the face. After that, not much mattered to him. His parents died in the war against the Light Side. He was left all alone. But now...now he knew he had to stop denying everything.
He kissed her forehead, then trailed down to her earlobe, where he whispered 4 significant words. “Love me at last.”
Something about that statement, given at random. She couldn't believe it. He was Draco Malfoy, the prince of the Slytherins, an arrogant-conceited-troublesome- boy. Nothing in the past he had said was true. So, why should she believe him? She struggled and he let thought that was too easy.
"Draco, you should really leave. I'm not falling for any of your games. You don't mean them, and i don't expect you too." she forgot that she was in only undergarments. She got up and started pacing. Thoughts of the past 6 years of torment from this boy on her bed. Getting in trouble by Snape because Harry threw back a comeback that Malfoy started, Malfoy throwing snide comebacks at Hermonie about her birth. Those moments just don't fade away because of those words. But then again Malfoy wouldn't say something like that. It just wasn't him.
"I'm sorry about the last years." he said, as if reading her mind. "It's just that you came back this year, and you are so different. I always had a thing for you, i was just really good at denying it, i guess."
A slight pause filled the air
"What do i have to do to make you believe that this isn't a joke?" he questioned.
"Tell me how you feel about me."
"Fine. You want the truth, you drive me positively crazy. Prancing around in those skimpy outfits. Throwing witty comebacks at every chance. I mean, God, you grew up so quickly, and changed so much. I saw you, and i thought 'what i wouldn't give to make her mine?' I never told anyone that you were the one who changed my life, after you punched me in 4th year. So, believe me when i tell you that i'm not lying to you." his gaze from her eyes never wavered. She knew the truth.
She slowly moved up and made final contact with his lips. She had kissed him with all the love in her she could possess. She never hated him. She just wish that he was civil enough so that maybe she could help him. There was always a small fire burning inside her when she met the gray eyes of Draco. And now it was the time to act on it.
Draco couldn't believe he was finally kissing her. He could feel her straining nipples rubbing against his chest. He thought he would surely explode from such sheer torture. They broke apart, panting for oxygen.
He moved her hair, so he could see her face properly. The moonlight shun through the window, giving the room enough illumination to continue. He whispered a spell and her lamp turned off.
He kissed her again, and slowly began kneading her breasts. So full and achingly sensitive. She moaned when he stroked them through her bra. Her hands wound themselves around his neck, bringing them closer then before. He was now on top of her, attacking her mouth, his tongue stroking her insides, there tongues connecting. He growled at the back of his throat when he felt her widen her legs.
He decided to go further, he pulled away from her mouth, and made his way to her collarbone. She arched up when she felt his teeth nip slowly at first, then roughly. To show a mark, so that everyone knew that she was marked by him.
He chuckled, and moved lower. Moving her bra down, her breasts spilled out. The creamy white mounds fit so right in his hand. He grabbed them and began the slow torture of teasing the little pink nipples at the end. They were painfully hard by the time he moved lower.
Grinning, when he saw goosebumps on her flat tummy. He kissed and nibbled and sucked on every inch of her chest.
“Draco, please, stop teasing me.”
She took matters into her own hands. She pushed him off and all but ripped his shirt off his back. Revealing in a pale sculptured chest. A well-defined one, that was hot underneath her wondering fingertips. He groaned and she became bolder. Her hands lower until she removed the last pieces of clothing that block his hot, hard skin with her soft, warm one.
She came in contact with silvery boxer, and slowly removed those. The feast before her eyes. His raging hard- on finally popped out of his too-confining pants. The head of his cock had pre-cum, and so she ran her thumb over the head, mixing the sweat with the cum. He kept oozing out, and she decided to give in, and do something she has never done.
Her head moved down, and she captured the tip into her mouth. The salty taste of his cum only made her ravenous for more. She forgot all about giving him pleasure, she just wanted more of this sweet juice.
He pulled her up when he had enough, and her naked chest came in contact with his. He muttered how good it felt, then all but ripped her knickers off, and pushed her back onto the bed, crawling on her. Leaving no room for space, just skin on skin. The way it was meant to be.
She kissed him again. Murmuring that she was driving her positively crazy. He smiled and moved down, leaving a hot wet trail down her body. He reached her soaked cunt. The juices coming out non-stop.
He licked it once, twice, a third time. And each time he heard a ragged moan. The engorged clit, red and in need of a good sucking. He took it into his mouth, and nipped and bite and sucked. She started shuddering in his arms. Knowing she was close to cumming didn't slow him down. He wanted her to explode. He stuck a finger inside her, her tight cunt closed around it.
He kept thinking of when he could finally penetrate her, feel her tightness around him. But this was about her first. He heard her chanting. “Draco, Draco, Draco, Draco, Draco.” until finally she came all over his hand and mouth. He licked the juices up, and sucked the remains off his fingers. He slowly worked her way up her body.
Draco looked at her, and asked. “Are you ready?” she furiously nodded.
He positioned himself at her entrance, and with one finally peck on the lips, he slammed his way inside her, not stopping till he felt he could go no more. She cried out. And he kept telling her over and over, “ It'll be all right. It'll be all right.”
He kept his head in the crook of her neck. He sucked on his skin and breathed on it. Feeling she shudder. He slowly withdrew and entered again. She was so tight, so right. It felt too surreal.
"Bloody hell!" he moaned out. And all thoughts flew out of his head.
Draco looked into her eyes, she was gazing back at him. Wide and with lust in those brown eyes. This women, no one knew her like he knew her. Her passion, her lust, her want. He was going gentle, but then she turned wild underneath him. Demanding he go faster, and harder. Now thats what he called passionate.
So he did. Withdrawing himself until only a tip was in, and he sank back in. In and out, and in and out. She arched, and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her soft body consumed him. He touched her everywhere. He separated his chest from hers, and saw her full breasts bouncing up and down.
He thought he had roared when he came. He slammed in and out. The sight of her, so wild and inhibited. Her response sinking into his skin. Her nails dug into his back, he pumped in and out. And then with a flash of lightning behind his eyes. He came deep inside her, and her right there with him.
He collapsed on top of her. Staying inside till the last possible second. He withdrew, and noted the scent in the air. He smiled down at her. And saw the tears.
“What's wrong?” he asked, concerned. He pushed her hair aside.
“It was- bloody hell- it was perfect.” and with an arrogant smirk from Draco, she knew he felt the same way. He had said “Love me at last.” and who couldn't help but to comply.
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