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Hate's Sweet Seduction

by Kiara5542
 
 

Chapter 8
Mudblood and Malfoy
 

My fucking god, Hermione thought as she came slowly back to her senses. Those were the only words
she could think of to describe what Malfoy had just done to her. Her body was still quivering deliciously,
and she honestly felt that even if Dumbledore himself came charging in right now, she wouldn't be able
to move a single muscle. She sighed deeply, then stretched slightly.

Looking up, she saw that Malfoy's lips were curved into their trademark smirk. He didn't speak, for
once, merely moved up to straddle her again and leaned down to take her lips in a fiery kiss.

Hermione's hands had slid down from where they had been tangled in his hair as he had slid up her body,
and now they moved over his back, her nails digging into him lightly. She hooked her leg around his, and
in a sudden movement, flipped him over.

After nipping his lip lightly, she lifted her head to find him grinning at her smugly. She arched her brow,
then sat straight up on top of him.

"Enjoy yourself, Granger?" he asked mockingly.

She wasn't fooled by his light tone - she saw the way his eyes took in the position she was in, especially
when she shrugged lightly. His eyes were fixed on her chest, enjoying her every move.

"I'm not going to deny it and say I didn't, if that's what you're hoping for, Malfoy," she said.

She leaned back, placing her hands on the table inbetween his legs, which were slightly spread. She
then proceeded to grind down against him, regarding him from between half shut eyelids as she did so.

Draco felt himself get even more hard, if that was possible, as she moved on top of him. He could feel
the heat of her burning through his clothes, and pondered reaching out to touch her where their bodies
met, but decided against it.

He hadn't been surprised when she had flipped him over. Granger had always been the type to want
to prove herself, and he didn't expect to her to be any different in bed. Well, not in bed, he corrected
himself, remembering their surroundings. But during sex in general.

He was now actually quite curious to see how far she would go to ensure that she put him through the
same sweet torture that he had just inflicted on her.

And the view that she was presenting to him as she leaned back, sensuously grinding her body down
onto his, wasn't hurting things either. Her skin had a golden sheen to it, and above the tight flesh of her
stomach, her nipples were still erect, seeming to beckon for his lips.

As he watched, she sat up straight atop him, then reached up and pulled out the elastic that was
holding her hair back. She shook her head in a way that he had seen other girls do, causing her hair to
tumble around her, some of it cascading down her back, while other tendrils fell about her face, the
tips gently grazing her breasts.

Malfoy sucked in his breath slightly. He had seen other girls do that in an attempt to get his attention,
but knew that she probably had no idea of how sexy it made her look. Granger might know what to
do to turn him on in other areas, but she wasn't as aware of herself in the way that girls like Pansy
Parkinson were. Which was a good thing, he mused. It wouldn't do for Miss Know It All to know
how much she affected him.

Hermione leaned forward and allowed the ends of her hair to skim over Malfoy's skin as she
smoothed her hands down over his chest. Underneath her fingers she felt the hardness of his nipples,
and traced small circles around them, then leaned down to flick one with the tip of her tongue. She
smiled as she felt the skin quiver beneath her fingertips, and leaned down to trace a lazy design on
his flesh in hot wet kisses.

Her hands, which had continued moving downwards, now came to the waist of his pants, and she
looked up to see him observing her intently. She slid her finger underneath the band in a much similar
fashion to how he had done it earlier, and saw his eyes darken.

She removed her finger and sat up straight on top of him again. She reached down and slowly
unfastened first one shoe and then the other. Then she slowly pushed the dark socks that she was
wearing down her legs and tossed them onto the chair, leaving her totally naked.

Draco found the contrast between her pale skin and the dark pants that he was wearing highly
arousing, especially considering that she was now totally naked, while he was still partly clothed.
The whole socks still on thing had reminded him of the Muggle porn movies that he had caught his
father watching a few times, and he was actually quite glad that she had chosen to remove them.

He continued to watch her with interest, wondering what the Gryffindor Golden Girl was going to
do now.

Hermione pondered her next move as she sat atop Draco Malfoy. She knew very well that he was
allowing her to continue the way she was. If he really didn't want her to do what she was doing, he
would have stopped her by now.

Reaching out, she quickly unfastened the black belt that was around his slim waist, then leaning down,
making sure that their eyes met and held for a moment, she proceeded to pull his zipper down with her
teeth. She had heard about this particular move in one of the bathrooms of Hogwarts itself - one of the
older seventh year girls had been telling her friend about it and how well it had worked. She was aware
that her hair had grazed his bare stomach as she did so, and also that having her lips so close to that
area of him had caused the bulge in Malfoy's pants to grow larger.

She raised her head and then slipped her hand inside suddenly, cupping him in her hand, and was
pleased when she heard his intake of breath and noted the way his eyes narrowed. He was still
watching her intently, and she was very aware that he had made no move as yet to stop her.

She gently stroked him through the fabric of what felt to be his silk boxers, then squeezed lightly and
was rewarded by the feeling of him swelling beneath her fingers. She hooked her fingers into the waist
band of the boxers and pulling them down a bit, allowed her fingers to brush against his skin for the
first time.

She noted with satisfaction the way his breathing had quickened and proceeded to shift her attention
back to his pants. She tugged at them, and when his hips remained stubbornly connected to the table,
she leaned down and pressed a kiss to the bulge which she could see through the fabric. His hips
jerked up at her touch, and with a smile she proceeded to tug his pants the rest of the way down his
legs.

Draco watched Granger closely. She was good, he thought to himself. The little stunt she had pulled
by pulling his zipper down with her teeth had surprised him - and she had looked downright sexy
doing it, her hair brushing across his stomach and her breasts grazing his thighs.

As she succeeded to tug his pants off of his legs, and then moved up over him, hooking her fingers
into his boxers, he decided to make things easy for her. Her movements atop him had ensured that he
wasn't exactly comfortable trapped inside his clothing. And he also wanted to see just what Granger's
reaction to seeing him naked was.

He lifted his hips, allowing her to slide the silky fabric down his legs. She tossed them over to the chair
to join her own clothes, then turned her attention back to him, moving up to straddle his legs.

She reached down and slid her hand over him, and he was a bit surprised at how comfortable she
seemed to be with touching him there, until he noted the way her eyes were just a wee bit larger than
usual. Her fingers trailed up over his shaft, and then her index finger was tracing over the tip of him.

Through out all this, her eyes remained fixed on his face. He met her gaze steadily, not bothering
to hide the reactions that played across his face. He knew that she'd see right through him anyways,
considering that she was holding him in her hand.

He tensed as she lowered her head, and his stomach clenched as he felt the hot wetness of her
tongue circle the very tip of him teasingly. It swirled around and around, first in one direction and then
in another, until the muscles in his legs were tense and his whole body was on edge, waiting for what
she was going to do next.

Then she looked up and smiled slowly at him before taking him into her mouth.

Hermione couldn't have been enjoying herself more. So Malfoy wanted to see how far she would go,
huh? Well, that was fine. Knowing that Malfoy was deliberately allowing her to do this, simply to see
how far she was willing to go, she was getting alot of pleasure out of the way he was tensing under
the simple motions of her tongue.

She could feel the way he quivered under her tongue, and she took her time, alternating between
swirling her tongue around him inside the wet cavern of her mouth, then sucking gently on him, sliding
her tongue along him as she did so. She lifted her head, allowing the tips of her teeth to graze lightly
across his flesh in a teasing fashion, then blew gently.

His hands came up to rest on her thighs, sliding up and down as she once again lowered her mouth
to him. She felt his fingers dig in slightly as she teased him, but didn't pay much attention as they slid
further up her thighs. Then all of a sudden his thumbs were finding that small spot that he had teased
earlier, rubbing gently. She gasped and her fingers tightened on his waist where she had been resting
them.

Before she had time to think she was abruptly on her back, staring up into Malfoy's intense blue eyes.
The way they were lying, she could feel his hardness resting between her legs, pressed up against her,
and she found herself itching to move her legs wider apart to feel him closer there. She knew a warmth
was rising to her cheeks as she thought about this, and she saw his eyes take this in and narrow with
interest, but she returned his gaze steadily, wondering all the while what Malfoy was going to do next.

She had taken him offguard, he had to admit that much, Malfoy thought. He hadn't really expected
that she would take him into her mouth like that - and then she had proceeded to drive him nuts with
the way she was moving her lips and tongue over him. Not that he was complaining - god knows
how many of the other guys at Hogwarts would be dying to be in place right now.

"Whats the matter, Malfoy?" she asked, a small smile quirking her full lips. "Was I getting to you?"

"Smart ass bitch."

The words were said quietly, and with just a tinge of amusement, before he was crushing his lips to
hers again, not giving her time to reply. Not that she was sure how she would have responded,
anyways.

As he kissed her, his hands came up to cup her breasts again, and he stroked his fingers over her
nipples, which stiffened even further under his touch. She gasped against his lips, wondering how it
was possible for such a small touch to drive her crazy after what he had done to her earlier. He
pushed his knee between her legs, spreading them further apart, and then began to grind gently
against her.

Granger moaned deep in the back of her throat as he pressed up against her. Draco grinned. He
reached down between them, running his fingers through her wetness and rubbing his thumb against
her clit. Her hips jerked up against him, and when he nudged her with his knee again, she responded
quickly, moving her legs farther apart.

As he nestled further between her thighs, he took ahold of himself and rubbed the head up and
down against her. Her eyes flew open and she gasped, her hips pushing up against him as he slowly
teased her. When he brushed by her wet opening, she whimpered in the back of her throat.

He moved his hands away, and then leaned down to take her nipple in his mouth, all the while
rotating his hips against her, dragging out the sweet torture.

"Dammit Malfoy!" she finally hissed, and he lifted his head to grin down at her.

"Something the matter, Granger?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

He stilled his movements against her and noted the way she reflexively pushed her hips against him,
trying to get him to continue what he had been doing.

"Something you wanted?" he asked slowly, as he trailed his lips down her neck.

He paused to suck gently, running his tongue over the hot skin beneath his lips. When he lifted his
head he saw a red mark appearing, and grinned to himself. Let Granger try to explain THAT one to
Potty and Weasel, he thought to himself.

"Hmmm?" he said, continuing to nuzzle her neck. "Is there something you want, Granger?"

She moaned in frustration, glaring up at him. "You know perfectly well what I want," she spat.

Her hand crept inbetween their bodies and found him, running skillfully over his penis. She felt him
swell under her fingers, and she grinned.

"And you want it just as much, so why the hell are you taking so long?" she said.

"Such language, Miss Granger," Malfoy said.

He smirked at her furious look, then reached down between their hot, sweating bodies to guide
himself to her. She tensed as he probed her, then started to slide in.

Both let out collective sighs as he moved forward, deeper into her body.

Draco swallowed as he felt her tight, moist walls close around him. He had thought about this moment
many times since that first day when he had seen her on the platform, and even before that, in fifth year,
but experiencing it was quite different. He pushed forward gently, anxious to feel more of her around him.

Then Draco paused in surprise when he saw pain flit across her beautiful face. He slid forward a bit
more and saw her white teeth sink into her lip, and she chewed on it slightly. Could she still be a....nah.
She had practically admitted that she had been with Krum. He pushed forward, then stopped abruptly
as she gasped, her eyes very wide.

"No, don't stop," she gasped.

"But.." he paused, then took a deep breath. "You're still a virgin, aren't you, Granger."

"Yes," she said softly, then looked at him curiously. "Dammit, Malfoy, you didn't think I had sex with
Krum, did you?"

"You gave that impression," he said with a grunt.

Realizing how ridiculous it was for them to be discussing Krum when they were in this current position,
he leaned down and kissed her until she was moaning in the back of her throat in that way that he liked
so much.

He raised his head and looked into her eyes. "It will stop hurting in a bit," he said simply.

Before she could respond, he slid himself home inside her, pausing when her eyes filled with pain and
she squeezed them shut. Then he began to move within her again, taking it slow. He might hate the bitch,
but that was no reason for him to make it harder on her. He saw the look of pain in her eyes slowly
change to a tension that he recognized well, and picked up the pace.

At first Hermione had been insulted that Malfoy could think that she and Viktor had had sex, but then
he had kissed her in that way that made her go breathless. She almost hadn't noticed that he had spoke,
or that he was moving deeper inside her until the pain had hit, taking her breath away in a different way.

She had simply squinted her eyes shut, relaxing as the pain had slowly faded away. Now she could feel
a delicious friction picking up between their two bodies, and her hips began to move tentatively against
Malfoy's own as she felt him pick up the pace.

Her hands moved over his back, feeling the warm, damp skin beneath her palms, and she pulled his
head down to hers, arching her back in surprise when after kissing her heatedly, he pressed a kiss to
the hollow between her shoulder and neck.

"Faster," she finally said with a gasp as she felt that strange but wonderful tension begin to build within
her body as it had earlier.

Draco didn't speak, merely began moving faster and faster within her as he felt her hands run down over
his back to cup his butt and pull him closer. Her slim hips were now meeting him thrust for thrust as he
moved ever deeper. He could feel her muscles clinging to him every time as he pulled out, then sucking
him back in when he moved forward.

"Ohhh, god" Hermione cried as she felt Malfoy hit that spot within her that he had tortured with his
fingers earlier.

He must have understood somehow what she meant, because his blue eyes grew very intense and all
of a sudden every thrust he made into her was hitting that spot, causing that delicious tension to build
and build within her.

She raised her legs, wrapping them around him in an attempt to get him even deeper inside her. He
began to pick up the pace and she closed her eyes, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

He lowered his head to take her nipple beneath his lips and she groaned deep in the back of her throat
as a shudder went through her. Her back arched and her nails dug deeply into Malfoy's back.

Draco lifted his head and watched Granger with narrow eyes. Her shimmering hair was spread around
her head like a cloud, and a flush was spreading over her skin. He ran his hands up from her waist to
cup her breasts, stroking her nipples. His own breathing was now coming heavily, and he could barely
feel her nails digging into his shoulders through the pleasure that was surrounding him, but he recognized
the look on her face. He reached down and stroked his thumb gently across her, sending her over the
brink.

"Jesus christ, Malfoy!" this was said in a gasping voice that turned into a soft scream.

Then he felt her tense and explode around him, her walls fluttering in a series of spasms. He could feel
her nails scratch down his back, but ignored this as he let himself go as well, staring into her eyes, which
were wide open. In them was the same look of wonder and amazement, as well as deep pleasure.

"Holy shit," he muttered as the powerful feeling of pleasure rushed over him. He felt all of his muscles
go stiff and threw his head back.

When he could think again, he found himself slumped down over Granger. Her nails were still digging
into his back, and they were both breathing fast and hard. He rolled over, taking her with him so she
was sprawled across his chest. She murmered a slight protest, but made no move to get off him, merely
bringing her hands around to rest one on his chest beside her head, the other one resting on his shoulder.

"That was pretty intense, Granger," he said when he felt he could finally speak.

"Yea, it was." The words were said quietly.

"You'd never have had that with your precious buddies or with Krum," he said, unable to resist getting
that dig in.

"Nope," she said simply. Then she raised her head and looked at him.

"God, Malfoy. Do you have to be an ass all the time?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Would you expect anything else?" he asked.

"I guess not," she said. "Thanks for reminding me of just why I hate you so much."

"No problem."

Hermione stifled a laugh, resting her head on Malfoy's chest again. At this point, she didn't really
give a shit how much of an asshole he was. His little barbs just didn't bother her when she still had
the after shocks of that explosion of pleasure running through her body. She shifted her hand on
his shoulder, feeling the muscle shiver under her fingertips and she smirked before catching sight
of her wizard's watch.

"Shit!" she exclaimed.

She abruptly slid off of his body and hopped down from the table. She grabbed her skirt and pulled
it on hastily. Spotting her bra still lying on the table, she reached out and pulled it on, impatiently fiddling
with the clasp behind her back. She looked up to see him leaning back on his elbows, a smirk spread
across his sexy face as he regarded her.

"Unless you want McGonagall to catch you in all your glory, you'd better get moving, Malfoy." she
said dryly, enjoying the way his eyes ran over her as she grabbed her elastic and pulled her hair back
away from her face. "She'll be back soon to make sure that we've left for the night."

"Fuck!" he exclaimed. He slid off the table and began the process of pulling on his own clothes.

Hermione grabbed her robes which she had tossed onto the chair earlier before beginning work on
the shelves, then hurried towards the door to the Library.

"Oh Granger..."

She spun around to see Malfoy, who had his pants on but was still delightfully barechested, standing
back beside the table, a smirk spread across his face. From his hand was dangling something small
and blue, and she realized with a start that it was her underwear. She raced back, grabbed it from his
hand and stuffed it in her pocket before heading towards the door again, ignoring the laughter behind
her.

Draco pulled on his shirt with a grin as he thought about Hermione Granger racing through the halls
of Hogwarts delightfully bare under that skirt of hers. Idly he wondered if he could get her to meet him
that way sometime.

And he would get her to meet him again. No matter if he had to seduce her. There's no way she can
resist sex as fantastic as that, he thought with a smirk. He turned back to the table and removed the
dress robes as well as any other sign of their presence with a wave of his wand, then headed towards
the door, whistling to himself as he went.

After tonight, this year was going to be even more interesting than what he had hoped.

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In a dark corner of the library, a shadowy figure watched through narrowed eyes as the two students
frantically gathered themselves together. When the wooden door swung closed after the figure of Draco
Malfoy, plunging the shelves of books into darkness once more, it stood there for awhile, pondering
what it had just seen.

The only sounds to be heard was the faint rustle of pages moving against one another, the intense hum
of magic flowing through the air, as well as the hisses and snaps drifting to him from the Restricted
Section.

Then the figure turned quickly and silently headed back toward the entrance through which he had come
into the Library.

Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy didn't know it, but the heated sex they had just shared would lead
them into something much more.
 
 
 

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