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Sometimes Hate Is a Good Thing

by Hermione-G-Weasley
 
 

Chapter 6
A Little More Action
 

God, she hated him.

Her hips raised themselves from the table as he yanked her skirt down. Those hips
seemed to have a mind of their own lately because she couldn't quite fathom that they
would be bucking like that out of her own free will.

But then again, he was doing things to her that she had never experienced before...

And he was doing them so damn well.

Yes, she was enjoying herself immensely, and to be quite honest, she didn't care if she
was showing him how much she wanted him. Especially since he seemed to pleasure her
even more when she showed her gratitude. He seemed to be deriving his own pleasure
from watching the way she reacted to his teasing.

Yes, the bastard was enjoying watching her suffer.

Damn him. Damn him for being so unbelievably sexy. Damn him for knowing exactly how
to make her moan with a simple kiss. Damn him for knowing exactly where to touch her.

Yes, damn him.

But, oh God, don't let him stop.

He had pulled her skirt over her feet now and tossed it somewhere behind him. Looking
up at her, he grinned from his place by her feet.

She hated the way he kept smirking at her like that.

She knew he was trying his best to make her suffer beyond belief, and that annoying little
cocky grin was an absolute dead giveaway. But what could she do about it? It wasn't as
if she could control her reactions, now was it?

She'd make him pay soon enough. Yes, she fully intended on getting her own pleasure out
of watching him suffer as well. But right now... Well, right now he could just continue doing
what he was doing because it just felt so damn good.

Hermione pondered their current situation for a moment. Here she was, lying in nothing
but her socks, shoes, and a pair of panties, on her desk in the now empty Transfiguration
classroom with Draco Malfoy, of all people, on top of her with his shirt off. They could
be caught at any moment. Yes, McGonagall or Snape or Dumbledore or Ron or Harry
or any number of people could burst through that door at any second. She wondered
exactly what the punishment would be if the Head Girl were to be found like this with her
worst enemy when they were supposed to be working on a project explaining the uses
of timpergrass and how it affected the environment. Would she be stripped of her Head
Girl badge? Three months of detention? Expulsion?

Oh, who gave a shit?

His fingers had once again started making circles on the inside of her thighs, and she
suddenly forgot what she was thinking of before. If he didn't actually touch her soon- in
the way she needed to be touched- she was going to scream with frustration.

But, as she already knew, he was greatly enjoying the sight of her squirming.

He looked her in the eye, yet again giving her one of those damned grins, and said, "I
want you to tell me what you want."

Hermione's eyes widened as she felt the hot blush start to creep into her cheeks. How
was she supposed to tell him out loud when she was furious with herself for even thinking
it in the first place? "What the hell are you talking about?" she spat out angrily.

Malfoy just smirked. "Well," his hands were moving dangerously close, "you said that
you've dreamed this before. But you never told me about those dreams." He shrugged
quite nonchalantly. "I want to know."

She glared at him. "You're such a bastard." Didn't he know she was still extremely
embarrassed about her accidental confession? Of course, he did. That's why he was
bringing it up again.

Not too much to her surprise, he continued to grin in a quite amused fashion. "Well,
if you tell me, I might be able to recreate your little fantasy. Of course," he let his voice
drop, "if you don't tell me, I might have to stop right now." His hand chose that exact
moment to slip inside of her panties and brush against her.

Hermione gasped at the sudden direct contact. "If you stop, I'll kill you," she warned
seriously.

"Then tell me," he urged maliciously, "if you saw me doing this." His left hand was
tucked slightly into the top of her panties, and he let his long index finger sweep
downward to hit the front of her opening. He just barely let it dip inside of her.

Holy fucking shit. Hermione jumped, and those damn hips of hers immediately shot
up in an unconscious effort to make the finger go deeper, much deeper than it had.
But, of course, the son-of-a-bitch wasn't going to let her get her way. He removed
his hand abruptly and winked at her childishly, still wearing that stupid smile.

She wanted to smack that look right off of his face.

If he wasn't going to move this along, she sure as hell was. She was sick of his shit.
Reaching for the top of her panties, she took it upon herself to push them down in an
attempt to remove them completely.

But the stupid prick was faster than her.

Before she could succeed in her hurried task, Malfoy had grabbed her wrists and
yanked them away, pinning them with one hand above her head.

"I told you we're doing things my way, you stupid bitch," he told her hatefully, obviously
upset at almost losing the battle.

She really would have smacked him then if, of course, her hands weren't currently
pinned down by his own. But as much as she hated him then and wanted to claw his
eyeballs out, she couldn't help but find this particular position a bit sexy. Okay, so
she'd let him have his way for awhile. She would even feed his ego a bit and play along.
But soon enough, she'd turn the tables and make him suffer just as he was making her.

Knowing how she could get a reaction out of him, she raised her hips just enough so
that she could brush against his very obvious erection. Of course, doing this made her
even more anxious. Knowing how much he wanted her was causing her even more
havoc on the inside. It wasn't as though it were the first time she'd ever noticed a guy
having such a reaction to her. She had even one time been in direct contact with one
of Ron's when she had playfully sat on his lap while they were doing their homework in
the back of the library. But then she had been embarrassed and jumped up immediately,
wanting to put as much distance as was possible between herself and the obvious
evidence of Ron's enjoyment of the position.

But this was different.

She liked the feel of Malfoy pressed against her like this. And she couldn't wait to feel
what it would be like to have him inside of her. She had been fantasizing about that exact
moment for months now, and now that she knew it was in the very near future, she
wanted it even more.

So, she made a movement that she was sure he would feel. She made sure to grind her
hips right against his own, so that he had no choice but to notice. And he did notice. He
gave a wonderfully involuntary moan, and Hermione had to grin.

"Okay," she said innocently, "we'll do it your way."

He glared at her. But then his glare suddenly turned into a sadistic little smile as he leaned
down to capture her lips under his own. She had to admit that kissing him was nice. Well,
actually nice wasn't the right word; it was deliciously and frighteningly naughty. And that's
what she liked about it. He didn't try to be gentle and sweet when he kissed her, and she
didn't want him to be.

But just when she thought he was going to deepen the kiss, he pulled away and started
kissing her neck. To her surprise, though, he didn't spend too much time there and kept
moving down at a quick and hurried pace. He kissed even lower to the area right between
her breasts, though he didn't venture to either the right or the left. And then he let his tongue
trail down even further until his mouth was directly above her navel. He kissed the area
around her belly-button and let his tongue dart inside of it to tease her.

God, she couldn't explain the way his hot mouth on her skin felt. She was sure that she
was shivering, but she couldn't help it. It just felt so good to have him making that kind of
contact with her. And with his head positioned where it was at that exact moment, she
was actually aching for him to go just a bit lower.

Almost as though he could read his mind, she suddenly found his fingers hooking into
the corner of her panties, and she really did shiver as the cold air hit her where she was
so hot. Yes, he had finally done what she had been dying for him to do for months now.

He had ripped her panties down her legs in a greatly hurried fashion.

She let out a sigh of relief before he let his hands rest on her thighs and push her legs open
even further than before. She still had one leg bent, and he took it upon himself to bend her
other one, so that now she was lying on her back with both legs bent at the knees. He
placed his hands on her knees and grinned wickedly at her.

If he didn't hurry up, she was going to die.

He raised his eyebrows once before he lowered his head to where she could no longer
see him. Oh, but she could definitely feel him. She felt his warm breath as his mouth
moved closer to her, and she shut her eyes in anticipation. She felt him blow on her
gently, and she shuddered. God, he needed to hurry!

But instead of moving his mouth to her, he let his hand do the work. She gasped as one
of his hands cupped her and let its middle finger slide down her opening in the same manner
it had done when she still had her panties on. If she had thought that had been amazing, it
was nothing compared to the feeling of his hands on her bare skin.

She had never known that she could feel such an incredible aching for something, but she
knew she was close to dying if he didn't do something to help her out quickly.

He was teasing her. He would brush over her gently, but he had yet to actually touch her
in the way that she needed to be touched.

Getting frustrated with him, she yelled out in what was even a surprise to herself, "Would
you just fucking touch me?!"

He had looked up at her then, a strangely satisfied look of shock covering his face. But
before he answered her verbally, he inserted one of his fingers inside of her and touched
her in a way she had never been touched before. Smirking at her, he said, "Okay."

Hermione gasped as she felt his finger move even further into her. It hurt a bit, as he wasn't
even attempting to be gentle with her, but it was also extremely wonderful. She jumped a
bit when she felt another of his fingers join the other, and she let out a slight yelp as she felt
them begin to move inside of her.

"Oh, my God!" She gasped loudly as she let her eyes close, so she could focus on the
feelings being ignited inside of her.

How? How had she gone this long without being touched like this? It was the most amazing
thing she had ever felt in her entire life, and she felt herself moving against his strokes. It was
still a bit painful, but it was the good kind of pain- the kind of pain she could have felt for the
rest of her life and not cared one bit.

He quickened the pace, and Hermione felt herself moving right along with his speed. She
could tell that he was enjoying the way she was reacting because he was looking straight at
her when she finally opened her eyes. He once again gave her that annoying little grin as he
said, "So, you like that, do you?"

She wanted him to keep going and never stop, and she knew that if she showed him her
appreciation, he would be more apt to continue, so she nodded furiously. "Yes!"

"What about this?" At that, he inserted a third finger into her, and she actually cried out in
shock.

It really hurt then, but she couldn't have given less of a shit. Though, it was painful, it still
felt great!

"You're really tight, you know that?" he asked her as he let his fingers get to work stroking
her insides.

What the hell did he expect?

"But that's good," he grinned at her, "because I like it tight."

How the hell had he learned how to touch someone like this? How the hell was he getting
her this excited by simply swirling his fingers around a bit? How the hell was she supposed
to control herself at all?

Who the hell cared?

She didn't want to control herself, and she proved this by panting uncontrollably as he
worked his magic on her. She couldn't breathe properly, but she didn't care in the least.
She could feel herself about to explode, and although this whole experience was
completely new to her, she knew that this was definitely a good thing.

Obviously, he could tell what was about to happen and didn't want it to because he
abruptly removed his fingers from her.

"What the fuck are you playing at?" she demanded angrily.

He laughed. "I just figured you'd like this even better."

And with that, she once again felt his hot breath on her as he dipped his head out of sight
again. And when his lips lightly kissed her exactly where she wanted to be kissed, Hermione
was positive that she was going to die.

Just a little more...

And before she could even anticipate it much longer, he let his tongue shoot out to lick at
her. She had heard about this before. Parvati had said there was no better feeling in the
world.

But hearing about it and experiencing it were two completely different thing.

She felt his tongue slip inside of her, and when he started licking at the inside of her folds,
she was immediately back to the same level of intensity that she had been at merely moments
before when his fingers had been attacking her.

His tongue didn't just simply lick, either. It seemed as though it knew exactly where to touch
in order to make her literally yell with pleasure.

"Holy shit!"

At her sudden outburst, he dipped even further inside of her, swirling his tongue as she
rocked her hips underneath him. His tongue worked its magic while his lips kissed at her
lightly, and she felt her body start to convulse.

And then he hit it.

She didn't know how exactly he knew where to find her greatest pleasure point, but he
had, and he was now sucking onto her, letting his tongue shoot in and out of her until she
was screaming for him to continue.

"Oh, God! Yes!"

Her breathing was becoming more and more ragged, and she wasn't sure at all of what to
expect as she started shuddering uncontrollably. And then the most amazing feeling shot
through her. It was as though she really were exploding. She had dreamed of this orgasm
many times in the past, but actually experiencing it was twenty times better than dreaming
it. How the hell had she gone this long without feeling this?

She called out to God one more time before finally letting go and screaming his name.

"Malfoy!"

And then she felt herself coming off of the high, she wanted nothing more than to be back
up the height she had been at only seconds before. She let her legs slide down to flatten out
beside her as she tried her best to get control of her heartbeat and her breathing.

Malfoy was grinning madly at her as he sat between her spread legs on his knees. Licking
his lips, he caught his own breath and said, "You called me Malfoy." Then he nodded, still
smiling. "Good. Don't ever call me Draco."

Hermione couldn't answer him immediately because she couldn't think well enough to form
words or breathe well enough to say them. Finally after a few minutes, she looked at him
and managed to speak.

"Don't worry. I wouldn't give you the satisfaction."
 
 
 

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