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The library was quiet, save for the faint scratching of quills and the occasional turn of a page.
I leaned back in my chair, tapping my quill lazily against the edge of the table. Potions homework on a Friday night– brilliant way to spend the evening, really.
Blaise, sitting across from me, looked just as bored, his eyes flicking over the parchment in front of him like he couldn’t care less.
“I’m about ready to hex this essay to pieces,” Blaise muttered, running a hand through his hair.
I smirked, glancing at the clock. “We could always just bin it and tell Slughorn we were busy saving the world.”
Theo, unusually quiet until now, suddenly straightened in his seat. He had that look– eyes glinting with mischief, lips curved in a smirk that meant trouble was on its way.
“Forget the essay,” he said, voice low, like he was about to share some grand secret. “I’ve got a better idea. Something to make this year less of a complete waste.”
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite myself. “Go on.”
Theo leaned forward, lowering his voice even more. “A bet. Between the three of us. Whoever shags the most witches by the end of the year wins.”
Blaise let out a laugh. “That’s a bit boring, isn’t it?”
I half-agreed but stayed quiet, curious where Theo was going with this. He wasn’t the type to suggest something so… basic.
Theo grinned, as if he had expected Blaise’s reaction. “Not just a numbers game, mate. It’s about who can get the most… difficult ones. The more of a challenge they are, the more points you get.”
I tilted my head, my interest piqued. “And how exactly do you measure ‘difficulty’?”
Theo shrugged, leaning back with a smirk. “Well, obvious ones like Pansy don’t count for much, she’d jump into bed with any of us. But the ones who wouldn’t even look at you twice? They’re worth more. Think… Granger.”
My grip on the quill tightened just slightly, but I kept my expression neutral. “Granger?” I scoffed, forcing a casual smirk. “You’re mental if you think I’d waste my time,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Don’t get your knickers in a twist,” Theo shot back, leaning forward with a gleam in his eye. “I’ve been busy over the summer.” He slapped a battered piece of parchment onto the table with a flourish, then leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head, looking very pleased with himself.
I raised an eyebrow and skimmed the list. Five points for Granger, one for Pansy– no surprise there– but what caught my eye were the potion names scratched at the bottom. Multiple listings for Amortentia, each crossed out in frustration.
“Amortentia, Theo?” I mused, my lips twitching into a smirk. “You’re not planning on drugging them, are you?”
“Oh, for Merlin’s sake.” Theo snatched the parchment off the table, crumpling it in his fist and shoving it into his pocket. “Obviously not. But if we can make them a bit more willing…”
“Hold up,” Blaise interjected, his quill hovering mid-scribble. “We’re not dosing witches with love potions, Theo. That’s not just unethical, it’s bloody illegal.”
Theo huffed, throwing his hands up in mock exasperation. “Will you two stop jumping to conclusions and let me explain? It’s not Amortentia, alright? I just brewed a couple of lust potions over the hols. Not mind-altering, nothing like that. Just a little something to… encourage enthusiasm.” He wiggled his fingers dramatically for effect.
Blaise let out a bark of laughter, doubling over as if Theo had just told the world’s best joke. “You’ve brewed a godsdamned randy potion, haven’t you? That’s priceless!”
I pinched the bridge of my nose, inhaling slowly. “I’m honestly offended– astronomically, in fact– that you think we’d need help getting witches aroused.”
Theo stood up then, looking genuinely offended, throwing his hands in the air. “Fine! Forget it! You two can stay here and pretend like this doesn’t sound like the best idea you’ve heard all year, but the bet is still on.” He gathered his essay and potion book, shoving them haphazardly into his bag. “I’ll see you tossers in the common room.” With that, he stormed out of the library, his footsteps echoing down the corridor.
Blaise was still chuckling beside me, shaking his head as if Theo’s antics had made his night. “That bloke’s completely lost it. But thank Merlin for small mercies– fuck this essay.” He stood, stretching, and tossed his quill onto the table. “You coming?”
I glanced down at my nearly finished essay, torn between ditching it and following Blaise’s lead. “Almost done. I’ll catch up in a bit.”
“Suit yourself,” Blaise said, giving me a knowing grin before strolling out after Theo.
I leaned back in my chair, suddenly feeling the weight of what had just been discussed. A bet. A game. Nothing I hadn’t done before, but this time it was different.
Granger’s name still hung in the air, gnawing at me in a way that made my skin crawl. The challenge of it, the risk, the way I bloody hated her, it almost made it… tempting.
*
I took my time making my way back to the common room, the cold dungeon air biting at my skin as I walked the familiar corridors. The conversation in the library still lingered in my mind, swirling around with thoughts I’d rather not entertain. Granger, of all people. Was I really that desperate for a challenge?
By the time I reached the entrance to the Slytherin common room, my head was a little clearer. The stone door slid open, revealing a lively scene inside. Blaise and Theo were already lounging by the fire, and they weren’t alone.
I paused, my brow furrowing as I took in the group gathered around them. Daphne, perched gracefully on the arm of a leather armchair, flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder. Pansy, naturally, was draped across one of the sofas, her eyes flitting around like she was bored out of her mind. But it wasn’t them that caught my attention, it was the two girls sitting across from them.
Luna Lovegood and… Granger.
I blinked, convinced for a moment that I was seeing things. What in Merlin’s name was Granger doing in the Slytherin common room? And with Lovegood, of all people?
They stood out starkly against the rest of the crowd, still dressed in their pristine uniforms, while everyone else had already swapped robes for more casual attire.
Typical Granger, probably came straight from the library, quill still warm from her obsessive note-taking. I could imagine her scribbling away, unwilling to leave her seat until she had triple-checked every last word.
It was odd seeing her here, though. Granger was many things, but social wasn’t one of them. And this was Slytherin territory, where she was more likely to be hexed than welcomed.
Yet, there she was, standing beside Lovegood, her expression carefully neutral, though I could see the way her eyes darted around, as if constantly calculating her surroundings, searching for a trap she might have missed.
Theo caught sight of me lingering by the entrance, his grin widening with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oi, Draco! You’re just in time,” he called out, waving me over.
I couldn’t help the smirk that crept across my face. “Just in time for what, exactly?” I mused, my gaze shifting back to Granger. She was stiff, her arms crossed in front of her chest, as though she was trying to shield herself from the unfamiliar territory.
But Lovegood, bless her, looked utterly unfazed. She met my gaze with that usual dreamy expression, as though she knew something the rest of us didn’t. “Hello, Draco,” she said softly, her voice lilting as though she were commenting on the weather. “Nice to see you.”
I raised a brow, trying to make sense of their presence here. “Lovegood. Granger,” I greeted, my voice dripping with amusement. “Didn’t realise the Gryffindors had taken to visiting our humble abode.” Ravenclaws weren’t uncommon in the dungeons, but you’d hardly ever catch a Gryffindor down here unless they had no other choice.
Granger shot me a glance, sharp and defensive. “We were invited,” she replied tersely, though her tone held that unmistakable edge of suspicion she always reserved for me. Her gaze flicked briefly to Theo and then back to me, as if she was already regretting whatever reason had led her here.
Theo laughed, stepping forward to clap a hand on my shoulder. “Come on, Draco, lighten up. They’re here to join the fun. Right, ladies?” He turned to them, his grin wide and wicked. There was something brewing here, something planned, and Granger didn’t have a clue.
Lovegood tilted her head to the side, giving a lazy nod. “Yes, Theo thought it might be fun.”
Fun? With Granger? I highly doubted that. But then again, I had to admit, the idea of seeing her thrown off her pedestal, even just a bit, had its own appeal.
I cast another glance at Granger, who was still glaring at Theo, clearly questioning her life choices. She looked so out of place in the dim, greenish glow of the common room, her bushy hair catching the flickering candlelight as if trying to remind everyone that she didn’t belong here.
“And, you’re in for a treat,” Theo said with a smirk as I stepped closer to the group. “Our games tend to get… interesting.”
Granger didn’t respond, but I could see her mind working behind those keen brown eyes, probably assessing every possible outcome of this situation. I could almost see the internal debate; should she stay and endure whatever was coming, or should she make up an excuse and leave before things got messy?
Theo, ever the charming devil, wasted no time. He gestured to the center of the room, where a bottle of firewhisky and several shot glasses had been laid out on the low table. “We’re playing ‘Truth or Drink’. You in?”
I let out a low chuckle. Of course, I was.
My eyes flicked back to Granger, who was still standing awkwardly by the edge of the group. I knew this game. It was designed to pry open secrets, to push boundaries. And it was clear that Granger– rule-following, straight-laced Granger– was way out of her depth.
But, to her credit, she didn’t back down. She lifted her chin, standing straighter, though I could see the subtle tension in her jaw. “Fine,” she said, her voice firm, though there was an underlying wariness there. “But I’m not staying long.”
“Perfect,” Theo said with a grin, already moving to pour out shots– which he insisted on, mind you– his eyes flicking toward me with a look that said far more than words. The game was already in motion.
I took a seat, watching as Lovegood sat gracefully beside me, her eyes still distant, as though none of this concerned her. Granger hesitated for a moment longer before sitting as well, her posture stiff, arms still crossed defensively over her chest.
Theo wasted no time, leaning forward to take the first turn. His eyes gleamed as he looked directly at Granger, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. “Alright, Granger, let’s start with something simple. Truth or drink… Who was your first shag? I hope for your sake it wasn’t Weasley”
Granger’s cheeks flushed instantly, and she shot him a glare. “That’s not—”
“Not an answer, Granger,” Theo interrupted, still smiling. “Answer the question, or take the drink.”
For a brief moment, I thought she might actually answer. But then she let out a huff of frustration and grabbed the shot glass Theo had poured.
Without another word, she downed the firewhisky, her cheeks flushing deeper as the liquid burned down her throat.
The group laughed, and Theo gave me a knowing look as he reached for the bottle again, pouring out another shot, one that Granger would likely end up taking before the night was over.
“Typical,” Daphne said, leaning back with an air of satisfaction. “Taking the easy way out.”
Hermione shot her a sharp look, but said nothing, her composure unwavering. I had to admit, I was impressed.
Theo, meanwhile, was looking entirely too pleased with himself, and I felt the nagging suspicion grow in the back of my mind. Something wasn’t right.
“Alright, Granger,” Theo piped up, his grin widening as he steepled his fingers. “Since you didn’t fancy answering that one, why don’t you have a go at asking the next question?”
Hermione’s eyes flicked toward him, and I noticed a brief moment of hesitation before she straightened. She seemed… different. More relaxed, her gaze a little more unfocused. My stomach tightened, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on why.
Her gaze swept the room, landing on me. I raised an eyebrow. Me?
“Malfoy,” she said, her voice still steady, though her cheeks were noticeably flushed. “What’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told?”
The room went still, and I could feel the others waiting with bated breath for my answer. Blaise and Theo exchanged amused glances, while Daphne eyed me with curiosity. But it was Hermione’s gaze I felt most intensely– sharp, even through the hazy glow of the firewhisky.
I considered the question for a moment, then reached for the firewhisky. I wasn’t about to give her that satisfaction. “I think I’ll take a drink,” I said smoothly, pouring myself a shot and lifting the glass in a mock toast before downing it.
The burn slid down my throat, and I set the glass down with a smirk. Blaise chuckled beside me, clearly enjoying the tension in the air. “This is bloody brilliant,” he said, grinning. “Let’s keep it going.”
As the night wore on, I found myself increasingly distracted by Granger. Theo and Daphne kept asking her questions they knew damn well she wasn’t going to answer, and with each refusal, she knocked back another shot of firewhisky.
Ever the gentleman, Theo kept refilling her glass, his grin growing more devilish with every pour.
A thought struck me then— was Theo dosing Granger with his experimental potion? I shot him a sharp look, but he only smirked in return, no hint of remorse.
I glanced back at Granger, watching as she shifted in her seat, uncrossing and recrossing her legs in a way that didn’t escape my attention. A deep flush had spread across her cheeks, her skin glowing with a heated sheen. Then, as she moved, I caught a glimpse of something that sent a jolt straight to my gut— her thighs, glistening just beneath the hem of her skirt.
Merlin, my trousers tightened uncomfortably. My throat went dry, and I had to force myself to look away. She might be insufferable, but that didn’t mean the thought of using Hermione Granger– a clearly turned-on Hermione Granger, didn’t get me going.
I knew Theo was devious, but this was a whole other level. I shot him another glare, but he just wiggled his fingers at me in a mockingly sweet wave.
Prat.
“Are you feeling alright, Hermione?” Lovegood’s airy voice broke through the tension, her wide eyes fixed on Granger with what seemed like genuine concern.
Granger blinked, momentarily dazed, before answering, “Hm? Oh, yes– just a bit hot. I think I might head to bed, actually.” She was trying to sound casual, but the slight wobble in her voice gave her away.
“Aw, so soon, Granger?” Blaise drawled from across the room, a lazy grin on his face. “But things were just starting to get good.”
I could see the wariness in Granger’s eyes, though she tried to shake it off. “No worries, Granger,” Theo chimed in smoothly, leaning back in his chair. “Draco, why don’t you walk Granger back to her dorm? You know, make sure she doesn’t get lost on the way. Lovegood and I are sharing a spliff tonight, aren’t we, love?”
My brow arched. What was he playing at?
Granger started to wave him off. “No bother—” but before she could finish, Lovegood suddenly stood, her usual dreamy expression lighting up.
“Oh right, that sounds lovely,” she said vaguely, standing and heading towards the exit.
Daphne perked up immediately, her eyes flashing with interest. “Merlin’s beard, Lovegood, you’ve been holding out on me? I’m coming too.”
Without hesitation, Daphne leapt from her seat, all previous smugness forgotten as she practically chased after Lovegood. Theo gave me one final suggestive glance, clearly enjoying himself far too much, and followed the two blondes out of the room.
“Up you come, Granger,” I said, standing and holding my hand out to her. She blinked at it for a moment, clearly debating whether she could handle walking on her own.
“I’m fine, Malfoy, honestly,” she mumbled, though the slight tremor in her voice suggested otherwise.
I raised an eyebrow. “Come on, Granger. Let me be a gentleman for once. Besides, can’t have you passing out on your way to Gryffindor Tower.”
She hesitated a moment longer, clearly still wary, but then her fingers wrapped around mine. Warm, soft. I tried not to think about it as I helped her to her feet. The flush on her skin had deepened, and I could practically feel the heat radiating off her as we left the common room and made our way through the dungeons.
The halls were quiet, the sound of our footsteps echoing faintly off the stone walls. She was quiet, too, though I could tell something was off, her breaths coming slightly faster than they should have been. I risked a glance at her and noticed how she kept shifting, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, her gaze distant.
When we finally reached the door to her dorm, she fumbled with her wand for a moment before managing to unlock it with a quick flick. The door creaked open, and she slipped inside just enough to lean against the frame, her hand still resting on the knob.
“Thanks for walking me back,” she said, her voice softer now, more intimate. It was the first time since we’d left the common room that she actually looked at me. Really looked at me. Her eyes, usually sharp and guarded, were wide and glassy, her pupils slightly dilated.
“Of course,” I replied, forcing my voice to stay casual, though every instinct in me was on high alert. I peered into her dorm behind her, the small space dimly lit, the bed neatly made. “Nobody home?” I asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips.
Granger hesitated, as if weighing whether to continue the conversation or send me packing. She sighed, leaning back against the doorframe, her body relaxing slightly. “Erm, yeah. I'm the only girl from my year who returned for eighth year. Gets lonely sometimes, but it has its perks,” she added, offering a small, wry smile.
Fuck it. If I was going to shag Granger, now was the time. And I was going to make it absolutely devastating for her– make her regret ever crossing paths with me.
The dark, dangerous thrill surged through me, fueled by the knowledge that she had no idea what Theo had done. No idea that her defenses had already been lowered.
She shifted again, crossing her legs, and I noticed the way her skirt rode higher, revealing more of those tantalizing thighs I yearned to get my head between. She must've sensed something because she quickly uncrossed and crossed them again, as if trying to regain control.
“Night, Malfoy,” she said softly, her voice suddenly smaller, vulnerable.
But I wasn't done. Not yet.
“Good night, Granger,” I responded, my smirk widening as I stepped forward, closing the distance between us. My movement was deliberate, calculated, like a predator cornering its prey.
She instinctively backed up, her body brushing against the wall as I continued to stalk toward her, forcing her deeper into the room, into the dim glow of the solitary lamp on her nightstand.
Her dorm was tidy, almost meticulously so, reflecting her disciplined nature. A large wooden desk stood against the wall, cluttered with open books, parchment, and ink bottles— proof of her late-night study habits.
A double bed was tucked into the corner, dressed in soft white linens with a burgundy knit throw draped at the end. The walls were lined with shelves filled with books, some stacked haphazardly after a late-night binge.
A small window overlooked the Hogwarts grounds, the curtains drawn just enough to let in the moonlight.
Granger’s breath hitched, and a nervous laugh escaped her lips. She was trying to play it off, but I could see the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes.
“What are you doing?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
She pressed her back harder into the wall as if trying to create space between us, but there was none.
“What?” I murmured, my voice a low, dangerous drawl as I reached out, gripping her hips and pulling her flush against me. Her body tensed beneath my hands, but she didn't push me away. I could feel the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her skirt, the soft curve of her waist fitting perfectly against my hands. "Are you scared, Granger?" I whispered, letting my lips brush the sensitive skin at the juncture of her neck.
Her breath hitched again, her pulse quickening beneath my lips. She shuddered, and I couldn't tell if it was from fear, arousal, or some twisted mixture of both.
I pressed my mouth against her skin, feeling the heat rise in her, tasting the slight saltiness of sweat from the firewhisky and something else. Something more primal.
Granger swallowed hard, her head tilting slightly to the side as though involuntarily inviting me closer. “I–” she started, but whatever words she'd intended to say died on her lips as I tightened my grip on her hips, keeping her firmly in place. Her body trembled slightly against mine, and I could feel her resistance weakening by the second.
Merlin, I had her right where I wanted her. I could practically feel the waves of uncertainty and desire crashing within her, and it thrilled me beyond belief.
Her scent, something sweet and entirely Granger, filled my senses as I nipped at her neck, feeling her fingers clutch the fabric of my shirt, not pulling me closer, but not pushing me away either.
I pulled back just enough to look at her face. Her lips were parted, her eyes half-lidded, cheeks still flushed that dark red that had started back in the common room. She was teetering on the edge of something, and I wasn't about to let her step back from it.
“Malfoy...” she breathed, barely audible, her eyes searching mine for something. Clarity? Doubt? A reason to stop this?
But I wasn't about to give her one.
Instead, I lowered my lips to hers, brushing them lightly, teasingly. She froze for the briefest moment before her body betrayed her, leaning into the kiss, soft and tentative at first.
That was all I needed. I deepened the kiss, my hand sliding from her hip to her thigh, deliberately slow as I pushed the fabric of her skirt higher.
Her skin felt impossibly soft beneath my fingertips, and the higher went, the warmer, slicker she became. The thought of sinking into her, of feeling her clench around me, had a groan tearing from my throat, muffled into the heat of her lips.
Granger gasped at the sound, her fingers curling into my shirt, gripping tightly. She wasn't resisting.
Tentative, but willing.
Gods, this was too easy. The thought flared through my mind as I tasted her again, firewhisky lingering on her breath. I could feel her hesitation in the way she kissed me back, that ever-rational part of her brain probably screaming at her to stop, to think. But her body... her body was betraying her, leaning into me, wanting me.
My fingertips brushed the edge of her knickers, the cotton soft but damp.
Fuck. I let my thumb graze the fabric, teasing, applying just enough pressure to make her hips jerk against me.
Granger whimpered into my mouth– an addictive sound that shot straight through me– but then, suddenly, she pulled back. Her breath came in sharp gasps, her pupils blown wide, her lips red and swollen.
“Stop,” she breathed, her chest rising and falling against mine. “We can't be doing this. We– we fucking loathe each other.”
I ducked my head to hide the smirk pulling at my lips, but I couldn't hold back the chuckle that slipped free anyway. Merlin, she was delusional.
“Love,” I said, my voice rough and laced with amusement. “Just because I hate your fucking guts doesn't mean I don't want to fuck you into this goddamn wall right now.”
Her eyes widened, and I didn't wait for her to respond. My hands gripped her thighs, lifting her effortlessly as I pressed her back into the cold, stone wall, her front flush against my chest.
She let out a surprised yelp, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist as I held her there, pinned between me and the unforgiving stone.
Her breaths came quicker, her pulse fluttering beneath the skin of her neck as she looked at me, a mixture of desire and disbelief in her eyes.
She wanted this. And so did I. But she wasn't going to admit it, not yet.
New plan.
I swung us around in one fluid motion and dropped Granger onto her bed.
She bounced slightly, her curls splaying across the sheets, her face flushed with heat. I gripped her thigh and pushed it back into the mattress, pinning her there as I leaned over her, taking in the sight before me.
Fuck, her knickers were absolutely soaked.
We both moaned as I dragged my thumb along the soft, white fabric, the pressure light but enough to make her arch against me. The quiet of the room was filled with the sound of our quick, ragged breathing, the only noise in the world now.
Her thigh quivered under my hand, and I could feel her tense, caught between wanting more and trying to keep control. But control was slipping through her fingers fast. I could see it in the way her hips jerked, her body reacting without her permission.
I leaned down, my mouth brushing the shell of her ear. “You're dripping, Granger,” I whispered, letting my lips graze her skin. She shivered beneath me, and I couldn't stop the smirk that spread across my face. “You tell me to stop, but your body says something else entirely.”
Her breath hitched, her fingers fisting into the sheets. For a second, I thought she might push me away, regain that iron-clad control she was so famous for. But then she let out a soft, desperate moan and I felt her hips roll against my hand, seeking more friction.
There it was.
With a groan, I slipped my fingers beneath the waistband of her knickers, finally touching her. She was hot and slick, and the moment my fingers slid against her, she gasped, her back arching off the bed. I pressed my thumb against her clit, teasing slow circles, and she whimpered, her legs falling open wider, her resistance crumbling.
“Malfoy...” Her voice was a breathless whisper, her head tossing against the pillow as her hips bucked up toward my hand. She was unraveling beneath me, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from her, from the way her face flushed with desire, the way she bit her lip, trying so hard not to make too much noise.
“Tell me to stop again,” I murmured against her lips, my voice low, teasing. “Go on, Granger. Say the words.”
But she didn't. She couldn't. All she did was moan, her body arching against me, her fingers digging into my arms as her breaths came faster, more frantic.
"That's what I thought,” I growled, unbuttoning my trousers and pulling them just low enough to pull my cock out. I feel it throb greedily in my hand as a clear bead of precome gathers at the tip.
I slid the head of my cock beneath the fabric of Granger's knickers, dragging it torturously slow over her clit. Her breath hitched, and I felt her whole body jolt, a delicious tremor running through her. I smirked, determined to draw this out for as long as possible. I wanted her writhing beneath me, begging for it.
“Please–” Her voice was shaky, breathless, a raw need that sent a fresh surge of heat straight to my cock.
I raised a brow, my tone taunting.
“What's that? Are you begging for my cock, Granger?”
“Oh gods, please,” she whimpered, her desperation spilling out in ragged breaths.
If only Gryffindor could see their Golden Girl now, pleading for me to fuck her into the mattress. The thought sent a jolt of twisted satisfaction through me. I pressed my hips forward, letting her feel the full length of my cock drag agonizingly over her slit, the friction almost too much to bear. Her thighs clenched around me, her hips rocking, seeking more, but I wasn't about to give in just yet.
“So fucking wet,” I muttered, more to myself than to her. My voice was thick with lust as I dragged the tip of my cock along her again, slow and deliberate. Her body arched, desperate, her hips bucking as if trying to catch me, but I kept the pace maddeningly slow. I wanted to savour this, savour her unraveling beneath me.
“Oh fuck– Please, Malfoy–” she gasped, her fingers twisting into the sheets as her legs trembled, caught between frustration and desire.
I chuckled darkly, teasing her further. “Please, what?”
“I need you inside me,” she practically sobbed, her voice so broken, so raw, it made my cock twitch. “Please, Malfoy, please–”
Her whine sent a surge of power through me, a heady sense of control.
I leaned down, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. “What makes you think I'm going to fuck you?" I whispered, enjoying the way she squirmed beneath me, the way her breath hitched as I continued to torment her, sliding just enough to drive her mad, but never giving her what she truly wanted. “Beg for it properly.”
"I'm begging," she whispered, voice trembling. "Please, Draco, fuck me. I need it, need you."
I groaned at the sound of my name on her lips, that note of surrender, the way she gave herself over completely.
It took everything in me not to thrust into her right then, but I wanted her desperate-utterly ruined by the time I gave her what she wanted.
She whimpered again– practically sobbed– as I continued to tease her clit with the head of my cock.
“I need it, Draco. Please,” her eyes locking with mine, wide and pleading.
Fuck.
I had every intention of teasing her longer, of drawing this out until she was nothing but a sobbing, pleading mess beneath me. But I couldn’t wait to feel her.
This witch was going to be the death of me.
And I hers.
"Fine," I growled, flipping her over onto her stomach in one swift motion.
She landed with a soft gasp, her chest flat against the bed, knees tucked beneath her, her arse lifted just for me. I gripped her waist tightly, my fingers digging into her skin as I yanked her knickers down, exposing her to me completely. Fuck, she looked perfect.
“Be careful what you wish for, Granger,” I muttered darkly, positioning myself behind her. I could feel her gaze on me, her eyes wide, as she looked over her shoulder to watch me.
I grabbed my cock, pressing it to her entrance, and slowly pushed inside her, savouring every inch as I slid deeper into her heat.
She clenched around me like a vice, and I had to bite back a groan as I buried myself in her, inch by agonizing inch. She was tight, too fucking tight, and the way she gripped me made me see stars.
“Ah-! Fuck,” Granger gasped, her hand shooting out behind her, grabbing onto my hip, trying to stop me from going deeper.
I wasn't having it.
I grabbed both of her wrists in one hand, pinning them behind her back, and leaned down, pressing her further into the mattress as I ground my hips against hers.
"Shhhh," I cooed, my voice deceptively soft as I kept her pinned beneath me, her body quivering around mine. "I know, I know."
She groaned into the sheets, her body trembling, but she didn't fight me. Slowly, she began to relax, and I slid in deeper, all the way to the hilt.
She moaned again, her breath hitching as I filled her completely, her body adjusting to me. Fuck, she felt incredible, like she was made for this, for me.
Granger's breathing was ragged, her fingers clawing at the sheets as I stayed buried deep inside her. Her body was molded perfectly around me, gripping me so tightly I thought I'd lose my mind.
"Your cock's so fucking big," she gasped, her voice shaky and raw, the words like music to my ears. Good. I wanted her overwhelmed, shattered. I wanted her to regret ever knowing me.
A wicked grin spread across my face as I slowly pulled out of her, only to slam back in, hard.
Fuck, she felt incredible. I repeated the motion, slow and deliberate, then rough and unforgiving, until she was a trembling, writhing mess beneath me, her gasps turning into desperate little whimpers.
“Can I touch myself?” Granger's voice was strained, her arms struggling in my grip as she squirmed beneath me. “I really need to come.”
I chuckled, low and dangerous. She thinks she's earned it.
“You want to come?” I drawled, keeping my grip on her wrists firm as I kept her pinned beneath me. “Have you earned it, Granger?”
“Fuck– yes! Please, please, please.”
Her voice was a frantic plea, her desperation palpable, and I could feel her cunt tighten around me in response, aching for release.
I decided to indulge her, just a little. I was far from done with her. I released her wrists, my hands moving to her hips, gripping them tightly as I pulled her back onto me with each thrust.
Her skirt stayed bunched around her waist, her arse on full display, and I made sure to keep her in that position– vulnerable, needy.
I could feel her relaxing beneath me, settling one arm between her body and the bed as she finally touched her greedy clit, letting out a soft hum of approval. Her fingers worked in frantic circles, matching the rhythm of my thrusts. She was so fucking desperate for it.
Then an idea struck me.
Without warning, I pulled out of her dripping cunt and positioned myself at the entrance of her arse, pressing the head of my cock against the tight ring of muscle.
Granger's head shot up, her eyes wide as she glanced over her shoulder to lock eyes with me. “Erm– what are you doing?”
I raised an eyebrow, my smirk widening. She knew better than to question me. If she tried to stop me, I wouldn't hesitate to restrain her again. But she didn't. She was too far gone to resist.
I pressed forward, just enough for the tip to breach her tight hole, and Granger's breath hitched sharply.
“Dra– Ah!”
“Good girl,” I murmured, my voice thick with lust. “You can take it.”
Granger buried her face in the sheets, her free hand fisting the fabric as I pushed further inside her. She didn't protest, and I could feel how much she was enjoying it by the way her cunt clenched desperately around nothing, her slick coating her thighs.
She was dripping for me, for this.
I started to fuck her slowly with just the tip of my cock, teasing her, drawing out each thrust. Her moans were louder now, more frequent, her body trembling beneath mine. I pushed a couple more inches inside, and I could feel her tense, her breathing ragged.
“Fuck, you feel amazing, Granger,” I growled, my grip tightening on her hips as I pushed in a little deeper. “Do you think you can take the whole thing?”
She whimpered, her body quivering, but she didn't stop me. Instead, she shifted slightly, her hips arching up as she took half of my cock at an excruciatingly slow pace. She was doing unbelievably well, better than I ever imagined.
“Good girl,” I whispered, leaning down as I pushed in deeper, inch by inch.
Finally, I was fully inside her, buried to the hilt, and I heard her breathe hitch, a broken sob escaping her lips.
“I can't– please– I can't” she whimpered, her voice cracking as she tried to pull away, her body trembling beneath me.
“Yes, you can, love,” I cooed softly, not letting her escape, my hands firmly gripping her hips. “You can take it. You're doing so well.”
“No,” she sobbed, her voice barely above a whisper, but I could feel her body betraying her, clenching around me, desperate for more.
I leaned down, whispering in her ear. “Don't you want to come with my cock buried in your arse?”
“Yes,” she finally admitted, her voice shaky and filled with desire, her body trembling as she arched back into me, desperate for release.
I continue fucking her, each thrust driving me deeper into that perfect, tight heat. I didn't realise how much I've been craving this– how much I needed her wrapped around me until now.
“I'm–” Granger gasped, her voice shaky and breathless.
“Your thighs are shaking so much,” I point out, my own breath coming hard and fast as I feel her trembling beneath me.
“–gonna come.”
A rush of blood surges straight to my cock at her words. Fuck. I'm right there with her, teetering on the edge.
“Fuck yes, come for me, Granger.” I growl, my voice rough as I increase the pace, my hands gripping her hips tightly enough to leave bruises.
She clenches around me– so tight, so perfect– I feel like I might lose control.
Merlin, she's close. Her whole body tightens, her walls squeezing me so hard I think I see stars, and I know she's coming, trembling uncontrollably.
“Fuck, yes,” she gasps breathlessly, her voice high and broken as the orgasm rips through her.
The sound of her pleasure, the way she feels wrapped around me– it's too much. I can't hold back. A guttural groan escapes me as I bury myself deep inside her, my own orgasm tearing through me, unstoppable.
I come hard, releasing deep within her, even the tightness of her body unable to stop my cum from seeping out, dripping onto the sheets below.
I pull out then, collapsing beside her, breathless and spent. Granger weakly flips onto her back, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she stares up at the ceiling.
I glance over at her, still trying to catch my breath. Her eyes are closed now, her arms lying limply at her sides, and I'm hit with a strange, unexpected wave of concern.
Fuck. She looks so fragile, so vulnerable right now. I'm suddenly overwhelmed by the need to make sure she's okay, to care for her after what we just did.
I push myself up on shaky legs, reaching for my wand in my back pocket. With a quick flick, I mutter a soft Scourgify , cleaning her and the mess we've made on the bed.
I pick up her discarded knickers and, feeling oddly protective, put them in my back pocket.
If she misses them badly enough, she can ask for them back, okay?
Buttoning my trousers, I clear my throat, my voice hesitant as I ask, “Are you feeling okay? That wasn't too much, was it?”
Granger opens her eyes then, her lips curving into a lazy, satisfied grin. She looks utterly wrecked, and it's the sexiest fucking thing l've ever seen.
“That was bloody amazing,” she replies, her voice soft but playful.
I can't help the chuckle that escapes me, shaking my head at the witch who just reduced me to a groaning mess.
She's fucking perfect. But as reality starts to seep back in, a nagging thought pushes its way to the surface. This shouldn't have happened. It's probably the lust potion that's making her feel this way. And yet, I can't bring myself to regret it.
Still. I start to turn towards the door, knowing I should leave before this gets even more complicated. Before either of us says something we'll regret in the light of day.
But Granger's voice stops me, soft and uncertain.
“Y– you can stay, if you want,” she says, almost sheepishly, her eyes flicking up to meet mine.
I stare at her for a moment, my resolve wavering.
Fuck. How am I supposed to say no to that?
Against my better judgment, I find myself moving back towards the bed, unable to resist the pull of her.
I settle down beside her, my arm brushing hers as we lie there in the quiet. The tension between us hasn't faded– it's only deepened, becoming something more dangerous, more intoxicating.
And despite everything, I can’t help but think that I’m not done with her yet.
*
I slipped out of Granger's dorm at a quarter past five, the sky just beginning to lighten, casting a pale glow over the castle.
Part of me was avoiding the prying eyes of any nosy Gryffindors who might catch a glimpse of me leaving the Golden Girl's bedroom. But mostly, I was avoiding the reality that would hit the moment she woke and found me in her bed.
She'd let me down easy, eventually. Tell me it was all a mistake, a lapse in judgment. I just needed a bit more time to indulge in the fantasy of last night.
I couldn't stop thinking about how her body felt next to mine as I made my way back to the dungeons. How we'd slept wrapped around each other, her warmth pressed into me, my arm draped possessively over her waist.
I'd even found myself running my fingers through her curls until she drifted off, completely relaxed. The thought sent an ache through my chest.
But reality was setting in, and as soon as I crossed the threshold into the Slytherin common room, I was greeted by the sight of Blaise, smug as ever, and Theo, sprawled dramatically across the sofa, fast asleep.
“Well, well, well,” Blaise drawled, raising an eyebrow. “Look who finally decided to show up.”
I shot him a look, warning him to back off, but he just smirked and flicked Theo in the forehead. Theo jolted awake, blinking rapidly as if he'd been in the middle of some grand dream.
“What? I'm up!” Theo mumbled, looking around with bleary eyes. The second his gaze landed on me, his face broke into the most infuriating grin. “You dirty dog.”
I slumped into the armchair opposite them, scrubbing a hand over my face.
“Come on, mate,” Theo grinned wider, leaning forward with eager eyes. “I presume things went well with you and Granger?”
“Don't start. I'm furious with you. Best sex of my bloody life, and now she's never going to talk to me again. All because of your stupid potion. She was probably so randy she'd have shagged anyone, and now she's going to wake up and curse me to oblivion.”
Theo, the bastard, didn't seem fazed. If anything, his grin only grew. “Best sex of your life, eh?”
“Yes! And it wasn't real. I swear, Nott, I'll throttle you if you don't wipe that smirk off your face.”
Theo waved a dismissive hand. “Calm your tits, Draco. Yes, I'll admit I slipped her a little bit of the potion, just to stir the pot, but–” He paused, holding his hands up in mock surrender when I glared. “–I only gave her enough to last about fifteen minutes, tops. It definitely wore off long before you two even made it to Gryffindor Tower. I'd bet my last galleon on it. So, care to give us the details?”
I froze, blinking. “No way. You're having me on. She was practically begging for it all night, Theo. There's no chance the potion wore off that quickly.”
“She's into you,” Blaise said casually, as if it were obvious.
“We hate each other, Blaise. But cheers for the pep talk” I muttered, still reeling from the possibility.
Theo let out an exaggerated sigh. "Merlin's beard, you're thick, aren't you? Granger's fancied you for years. Daphne told us she overheard Granger whinging to Weasley's sister about how she wanted to– what were the words? Oh yes, ‘climb you like a tree.’”
I gaped at him, completely gobsmacked. Granger? Fancy me?
Theo's smirk only grew wider as he leaned back. “Now, you can go ahead and spill the details about last night, or we'll just assume you were the one begging–”
But I was already standing, my heart pounding. “No details. I'll see you both at breakfast.”
Blaise looked confused as I turned toward the door, but Theo just chuckled knowingly. “Good luck, mate. You'll need it.”
Without a second thought, I was already making my way back up to Gryffindor Tower.