**DISCLAIMER** I'm not JK Rowling. I'm just a poor university student who likes to write stories. So please
don't sue me.

Hate's Sweet Seduction

by Kiara5542
 
 

Chapter 6
The Fire Burns Hotter
 

When Draco's mouth came down on hers, Hermione didn't know whether to curse herself for being
incredibly glad, or curse Malfoy for taking so damn long to do it. She wanted to kill him for the things
that he had said, but she also knew she'd want to kill him if he stopped kissing her in that slow,
exquisitely thorough method. He hands came up to cup her shoulders for a moment, then slowly slid
down, and she marvelled at how just that slight touch could send shivers through her.

Dammit, Draco thought to himself as he proceeded to kiss Granger for all he was worth. In the back
of his mind he knew that this wasn't what one normally did with your enemies. But then again, he
thought, most enemies probably did not have the chemistry that the two of them did. Just because she
was a Mudblood, that didn't mean that he should have to deprive himself. And he couldn't help but
get some satisfaction from knowing that he made Miss Hermione Granger, the pet of Hogwarts,
moan in the back of her throat as she was doing now.

Hermione suddenly drew back and stared up at him. Her lips were darker than normal and swollen
from the pressure of their kiss, and her eyes were wide.

"I hate you," she said slowly, simply.

He chuckled, running his hands down her arms to slip around her slender waist. "The feeling's mutual,
Granger," he said. "I don't think either of this wants to feel this way - you're a fucking Mudblood, and
I'm a Malfoy." he said.

Her eyes narrowed at the insult, but he spoke before she could say anything.

"But that doesn't stop me from feeling this way," and as he said this he pulled her close to him, so
that she was flattened up against the length of his body. Her eyes darkened as she felt the evidence
of his arousal pressed against her.

He bent over and brushed away the hair from the side of her neck, then proceeded to press a kiss
to the soft spot beneath her ear. She shivered as he spoke again and his warm breath tickled her skin.
"And I know that you feel the same way as I do," he said slowly, proceeding to trail his tongue along
her neck from the base of her ear down to her collarbone.

"I don't understand...," she said, trailing off in a gasp as he nipped the sensitive skin on her neck
gently, then soothed the spot with the wet heat of his tongue.

"Whats to understand?" he asked with amusement as he drew back. He grinned at her mockingly.
"Sex doesn't take hate into consideration, Granger. Sex doesn't have to be about emotions...it can
be simple, no strings attached. And if you want it, thats what you'll get."

For a moment Hermione stared up at him, unsure what to say. Part of her was bristling with
indignation at what he had said, but the other part was longing to continue what they had begun. She
was acutely aware of the way his body felt pressed up against hers. Her hands were still on his arms
where she had put them when he had pulled her close, and underneath her fingertips she could feel
the heat of his skin burning through his shirt, and the coiled tension of his muscles. He arched a brow
as he looked down at her.

"Well?" he asked. "I'm not going to make this easy on you, Granger. I know that I could seduce you
and have my way with that sexy little body of yours, but I'm not going to risk you running to anyone
with some sob story about how I forced myself on you. If you want it," he said, staring deep into her
eyes, "come and get it."

Hermione glared up at him, then shifted against him slightly, hoping that he would kiss her again, but
he merely stepped back slightly, putting some space between their bodies. She muttered a curse under
her breath, then reached up and pulled his head down to hers.

This time when their lips met, it wasn't the gentle kiss that he had tortured her with before. Hermione
kissed Draco with purpose, angry that he had forced her to take that step, which was basically
admitting that she wanted him. She didn't want to want him, dammit. And he knew that - probably
loved the thought that even though she hated his guts, she couldn't resist his body.

Draco responded in kind, devouring her mouth hungrily. His tongue ran along her lips, and when she
parted them, slipped through to tangle with hers. As he deepened the kiss, his hand came up to cup
the back of her neck, then move along her shoulder. She stroked the tip of her tongue along the bottom
of his as she felt him first shift their position and then walk her along the aisle. Then his strong hands
were lifting her easily to sit on one of the long wooden tables.

She placed her hands on his waist to steady herself as he moved from her mouth to trail a heated line
of kisses down the side of her neck. She gave a little sigh as she arched into him, and he smirked to
himself. Her skin was just as smooth as he had imagined, and felt like warm velvet beneath his lips. He
nibbled her gently, then pressed a kiss to the heated skin before sucking gently. A soft moan escaped
from her lips, and she shifted her hands, leaning back on them for support and letting her head fall
back as he moved along her collarbone, pausing to let his breath fan over the moist skin beneath his
lips as she shivered.

His hands moved down to yank her pristine white blouse out from the waistband of her skirt, then
she jolted slightly as she felt them move inside clasp her waist. His fingertips moved in delicate circles
across the surface of the sensitive skin there, even as he moved to reclaim her mouth. He grazed his
hands up and down the side of her waist, approaching her bra with agonizingly slowness. When his
fingers finally came into contact with the fabric, he traced along it until he could lightly stroke the sides
of her breasts, causing her stomach to clench and her breathing to grow more rapid.

Then his hands moved away, and she could have groaned in frustration and anger, knowing that he was
deliberately torturing her. As he nibbled on her earlobe, then let his tongue trace the delicate ridges, she
felt his hands slip around to stroke her back. The heat from his large hands seemed to burn into her skin
as he moved them first up, pausing to linger for a moment over the clasp of her bra before moving up
to her shoulderblades. He let the tips of his fingers trail down the delicate hollow where her spine was,
then moved them around to slide down her sides again.

She was about to scream with frustration when she felt his hands move back up to the clasp of her
bra. His fingers moved swiftly and then the clasp fell open. He slid his hands down her back again,
then as he trailed his tongue along the line of her jaw and then moved up to kiss her again, his hands
moved up and she felt his thumbs graze the bottom of her breasts beneath her bra.

Draco smirked to himself as he felt her tense up underneath his fingers. He could tell that she wanted
more direct contact, but he took his sweet time, first letting his thumbs stroke the delicate skin beneath
his fingers before pulling his hands out from underneath her shirt. He saw the disappointment and anger
flare in her eyes, and almost laughed aloud. Good, he thought. He wanted her to make her wet, make
her beg for him to touch her all over.

He brought his hands up and as she regarded him from underneath her eyelids, still leaning back on
her hands for support, he slowly unfastened the top few buttons of her shirt until the shadowy hollow
between her breasts was revealed. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to that spot, flicking his
tongue out to graze over her skin. She moaned, and he smiled as he kissed his way up to the slight
hollow at the base of her neck, the rest of the buttons on her shirt falling open under his fingers.

She didn't protest when he moved the sides of her shirt open, then pushed it off her shoulders. She
pulled her hands out of the sleeves as it fell onto the table behind her, then pushed it away, not once
taking her eyes away from him.

He stepped back slightly to take in the view before him. Her hair was slightly tousled, and other than
the light blue bra she was wearing, she was bare from the waist up. Her stomach was smooth and flat,
and he knew that later he'd want to feel that skin beneath his lips and tongue.

Hermione watched as Draco looked her over, and she knew that normally she would have blushed
under that intent, hungry gaze. But she wasn't in the least embarassed right now, just satisfied to see
that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. Then he was moving forward again, and she
intentionally parted her legs to let him stand between them, and was pleased when she saw him note
this movement, his blue eyes darkening. Then he was crushing his lips to hers again.

Well well, Draco thought to himself. Damn if the bitch hadn't just moved her legs apart on purpose
as he'd approached her again, just to see his reaction. He saw her eyes narrow with satisfaction as she
saw his response, and moved quickly to wipe that smug look off of her beautiful face. She met his kiss
with equal force, and even nipped slightly at his bottom lip before parting her own to allow his tongue
to slip through.

He moved his hands up and splayed them across her flat stomach and was rewarded by the feeling
of her abs quivering under his fingers.

Her skin was smooth and ever so hot, and he enjoyed the feel of it beneath his hands as he moved
them up and for the first time allowed himself to touch her breasts. He stroked his fingers over the soft
underside, then moved up to roll her stiff nipples beneath a finger and thumb on each hand.

She moaned in her throat, and her head fell back as she arched into his touch. He smirked, then
leaned down to trail his tongue from her navel up to the base of her bra, even as his fingers continued
their torture.

"Do you like that?" he asked, raising his head to gaze at her, even as he allowed his fingers to circle
her nipples ever so slowly.

She brought her head up and glared at him. "What do you think, Malfoy?" she spat at him.

"I know what I think," he reponded mockingly. "But I asked a question, and I expect it to be answered."

He stilled the movement of his fingers, and for a moment they had a brief battle of wills as she
glowered at him. It wasn't until he moved as if to pull his hands away from touching her that she
finally spoke.

"God, I hate you," she spat.

"I know that," he said. "But if you want me to keep touching you, you'll answer my question."

He leaned over her so that they were just inches apart. "Now answer the question, Granger, do you
like this?"

As he spoke, his fingers found her nipples again and gently circled them before pinching them lightly.
She gasped and spoke before she could stop herself. "Yes, god yes!"

He grinned. "Good."

He reached out and slid the slender straps of her bra down off of her shoulders, and she lifted her
hands from the table, allowing him to slip it off of her body entirely. He stared at her for a moment,
then as he lowered his head, she felt his hot breath fan over her skin and he chuckled deep in his
throat.

"Because trust me, Granger, you're going to like all of it."
 
 
 

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