A Night to Remember Part III
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A/N: This is the smut version of Part III. Or at least half of it. The second half is posted intact to fanfiction(dot)net.
Beta'd by Ria Binger
A Night to Remember
Part III
She was a fucking coward. The stupid hat was clearly mistaken when he placed her in Gryffindor. Ravenclaw was obviously where she belonged or perhaps Hufflepuff. Because she certainly was not acting like the brave Gryffindor she was supposed to be.
After her dance with Cormac she ran away to the loo, too terrified by Draco's dark fury to stay back and face him.
Not a smart move she knew; Draco always got madder when the object of his fury avoided his wrath but she'd rather not cause a scene.
And really what right he had to be mad?
First of all he was here with his fiancé!
And secondly Cormac was a friend! Malfoy had no idea what he really heard and as usual jumped to conclusions! Really not her fault!
And again, what was to him?
She huffed angrily and splashed water on her burning face. Ginny had done an amazing job casting the preservation charm on her make-up but her hair was another matter. Despite the many charms to keep it styled, more and more strands were falling on her forehead and neck. It was still stylish but messier.
After casting a nonverbal wandless drying spell on her hands and face she opened the door to return to the party.
"Not so fast mudblood."
Hermione didn't have time to react when pale hands grabbed her naked shoulders and roughly pushed her inside the room once more. She stumbled on her high heels but caught herself on the sink. She lifted bewildered eyes and watched as a perfectly composed Draco Malfoy shut the door behind him and cast a series of complex locking and privacy charms on the small room. There were hardly three meters separating them and she felt acutely aware of how the light exposed more of her skin to his dark eyes.
Pulling together the last scraps of courage she had in her Hermione pinned her ex boyfriend with an icy glare.
"What's your problem Malfoy?" She demanded, proudly noticing the lack of tremor in her voice. She wasn't sure how long she could keep up the unaffected façade when her whole body thrummed with raw passion and longing.
"You, you are my problem Granger." He snarled and took a step closer, crowding her. "How dare you show up here dressed like that, insult me in my face and then shamelessly flirt with another man in front of me? Have you no decency? No morals? McLaggen is dating Katie Bell for the last two years and you threw yourself at him like a common slag! Dear Merlin I didn't trust Skeeter when she claimed you were just an attention seeking whore with a fetish for famous men but here you are proving her right. And you had the nerve to tell me you wanted a family and I was not enough. Is this how you plan to create your fantasy family? By screwing the first man who gives you a second glance?"
Don't let it hurt you, he's not worth it.
She kept repeating that in her head, staving off the blind pain that stabbed her heart with every word that left his pale lips but the pain was unbearable. She broke.
"SHUT UP! Shut up shut up shut UP!" She screamed and slapped him hard across his face. She felt dampness on her cheeks and knew her grief was now leaking from her eyes. "How dare you say these things to me? How dare you come in here and act like the jealous boyfriend? I tried my hardest to make our relationship work but I never was good enough for you was I? Because I was no pure," she spat at his face, pushing him with all her strength. He didn't even flinch. "For two fucking years you lied to my face, I had to lie to my friends and family all the time for you. And I did so without complain because I love you! Because I trusted you, believed that you actually planned to make it work! I was stupid enough to believe you meant it when you said you loved me and you would speak to your parents about me, about us. Must have been a great fucking joke, making fun of the gullible mudblood all this time huh? Having her on the side, fucking her when you were horny and searching for the perfect bride at the same time-
"What the fuck are you talking about Granger? Have you finally lost it? I never lied to you. I meant what I said. You were the one who broke it off. You were the one who said I wasn't good enough for you. You dumped me!"
"Because you are a fucking liar!" She screamed and swung her hand to slap him again. He caught it easily and squeezed her fragile wrist.
"Try that one more time and I'll make you regret it." He whispered with narrowed eyes. She gritted her teeth... and kneed him in the groin. She side stepped him when he bent over in pain howling and she clumsily clambered to the door. With a few hastily whispered spells -after two years with him she knew which spells he favoured- the door clicked open and she ran out. Her heels made it difficult though -she wasn't used to wearing them- and he had longer legs than her. He caught up with her quickly; she didn't even manage to turn the corner.
His arms wrapped around her waist and he flanged her to the wall; he placed his hands on either side of her waist caging her in.
"I warned you you little hellcat."
"Fuck. You." She spat at him, her hands pushing at his broad chest with all her might, enraged beyond reason.
His smile was positively wicked and she realised too late what he was planning to do.
"As my witch commands."
"No don't-
His mouth came crashing down on hers, his body pressing her against the wall as he forced her soft pliable lips to open with hard swipes of his tongue and soft bites. Her hands curled into his silk shirt, her nails biting into his skin fuelling his fire with her own. When he took her lower lip between his own and sucked she lost all coherent thought.
Her whimper of need shot straight to his groin, now uncomfortable tight as he gained entrance to her mouth. He took her mouth angrily, seeking to punish and assert domination as one of his hands buried itself into her curls and pulled, forcing her head to tilt back and up to accommodate his height. His other hand reached down and grabbed her soft thigh; it trailed to her knee and with a hard jerk he pulled it up and around his waist, opening her up to his gratification.
He moved between her legs and pressed his hard erection into the vee of her thighs, circling his hips and rhythmically rocking into her. Her answering moan made him growl in desperation as he pulled his lips from her redden mouth and latched to her throat, suckling, nipping and licking the expanse of creamy skin.
She gulped in air as she fought to regain her senses and stop what was about to take place; in a public corridor nonetheless. Anyone could just round the corner at any moment and catch them in the act.
"This is a really bad idea." She breathed and cried out when he bit the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder. Hermione felt her body flush as liquid heat dampen her expensive knickers. With the way he kept pressing against her, he no doubt could feel her responding to his touch.
"Don't care." He mumbled as he licked his way down her chest, kissing her delicate collarbones and reaching the top of her breasts. "Have I told you how much I adore this dress?"
"If when you called me a slut you meant that then yes, you did." She bitterly answered and moaned when she felt his tongue circle her nipple through the silk.
"You know me Granger. I hate it when men stare at what's mine. And wearing this dress in public... Naughty witch. You need to be punished." He growled and hooking both his hands around her thighs he lifted her off the floor making her yelp in surprise. Having no other choice she wrapped her legs around his trim waist and rested her head on the wall, gasping as he yanked the top of her dress down, baring her already hard and aching nipples to his ravenous stare. He wasted no time diving straight in and engulfing one in his warm mouth, flicking it with his tongue and suckling before switching to the other and repeating the process all over again rendering her a quivering mess. Her nipples were sore and taut within seconds.
"I -I, god I'm not yours you- Merlin don't stop- arrogant arse!"
His laugh was sensual; it sent vibrations all the way to her core.
"Your body seems to disagree with that statement love," he whispered sinfully. Hermione keened when his left hand moved between their bodies and pressed between her thighs, palm flat as he started lightly rubbing her slit. Her head collided hard with the wall as he locked their mouths together to stop her loud exclamations while his hand continued the slow torture, parting her lips and pressing the heel of his palm on her clit through her dress. She weakly protested when he removed his hands to gather her gown and pull it over her hips, leaving her lower body clad in only her drenched French knickers.
"Doesn't mutter. It's just sex." No matter how frenzied she was, Hermione couldn't stop adding snidely. His hands froze on her naked skin and he lifted his face from her breasts. His eyes, dark with lust, were storm clouds as he ground his teeth. His fingers dug into her naked hips, the tips grazing the lace of her knickers.
He looked at her with what she swore was hurt in his eyes; Hermione had never seen Draco look so... vulnerable. The Malfoy heir was always aloof and composed, hiding his true feelings behind an emotionless mask.
The short moment of vulnerability passed though and his face harden as his lips curled in a snarl.
"You are a bitch Granger." He growled as he thrust his hips harder against hers, her eyelids fluttering. "A manipulative, back stabbing, conniving bitch. My father was right about you. You are only good for a good fuck once in a while."
Her eyes flashed in indignation.
"I hate you." She seethed as her hands slid under his shirt and stabbed her nails on his firm stomach muscles. His suit jacket was lying on the floor and his shirt was completely untucked from his pants. Hermione had no idea when she did all that but even in her fury, her stomach coiled at the feel of Draco's hard abs and satiny soft skin. "I fucking hate you, you inbred albino ferret."
"Feeling's mutual I assure you, mudblood." He snarled and attacked her mouth with a viciousness she wasn't used to.
But she didn't remain a helpless victim to his onslaught. She grasped his expensive black button down shirt and ripped it open, buttons flying everywhere; he was even more stunning than she remembered, all firm rippling muscles and hard lines. Her fingers trailed from the waistband of his trousers to his chest, tracing his abs and pectoral muscles with a gentleness that contradicted her previous statement. With one had she grabbed his soft platinum locks and pulled, making him thrust forward more desperately, his thick erection rubbing on her engorged clit whilst the other worked hastily on his belt buckle.
Without warning she felt her knickers being ripped off of her body and a shocked cry escaped her when his cool fingers traced her nether outer lips, touching the skin above her peaking clit and then retreating to caress her soft inner thighs; her hands came off his hair and belt to grasp his upper arms, her head burying itself in the crook of his neck, breathing heavily.
"You bastard." She cried out when a single finger parted her lips, traced her soft pink flesh and circled her opening before retreating to repeat the process. Her cunt contracted and her teeth sunk in his shoulder as she tried to keep her pleasured whimpers in check.
"What do you want me to do, Granger?" He breathed in her ear, smug satisfaction colouring his tone. At that moment she wished she had her wand so she could hex him for his cheek.
"Tell me. What do you want me to do?" He challenged, a smile tagging at his lips as Hermione fought tears of frustration. The small witch had forgotten how her lover loved to tease her when they made love. Making her tell him what she wanted him to do was his favourite pastime in bed; and a huge turn on for the kinky Slytherin. "Just tell me and I'll do it, love."
The endearment caused her heart to lurch. It was said so softly, almost inaudible but there was no way she could have misheard him with her face pressed in the crook of his neck.
A tear slipped her eye as she finally acknowledged the deep longing in her heart for the man. Pansy was right; she was still deeply in love with the prick. And despite their cruel exchange moments before, she still burnt for his touch.
One last time. One last night with him and that's it. She promised herself. A final taste and then you can move on. He will be married soon anyway and he knows you would never be the other woman.
Her heart quiver as she brought her mouth to his ear, her breathes hot and panting. A shiver ran down his hard body and she couldn't help but smirk. Draco wanted her as badly as she wanted him. How... thrilling!
"I want you to touch me. I want your hands on and in my pussy. I want you to make me come with your fingers and then I want you to fuck me hard against this wall. I want you to come in me and hear you scream my name as you come. Will you do that, Draco?" She boldly panted, her tongue darting out to lick his ear. "Will you make me come? Will you fuck me senseless? Give me something to compare all my future lovers to after this night?"
His body was still, his breathes coming in short puffs of warm air on her neck and when he pulled away she saw the grey in his eyes was just a thin circle around his dilated pupils. Hermione knew she had shocked him. In the two years they were together, dirty talk was one thing she was still uncomfortable doing. When he talked dirty to her it turned her on but doing so herself? No thank you.
Until now.
Oh she was vocal alright. Draco loved to hear her express her pleasure and encouraged her to scream louder every time. It always put a smug smile on his face when her friends asked her if she was sick because of her hoarse voice.
And hearing her utter those words had his cock at full attention, straining against his boxers, the tip pushing past his belt buckle and throbbing painfully.
When she mentioned future lovers he snarled.
"Oh I'll make sure no one can satisfy you after this witch. You are mine and I'll make sure you'll never forget it." His dark promise made her tighten her legs around his hips, her heels digging into his bum. He hoisted her higher and fisted her hair, pulling the clip from the tresses and letting her hair cascade down her back. His pelvis pressed her firmly on the wall as he rid himself of his shirt and made quick work of his belt.
"Promises promises." She mocked haughtily and pulled his face closer to hers. Her right hand trailed down his abs and very tentatively touched the waistband of his pressed pants.
She groaned when he grabbed her thin wrists and slammed them above her head, making her body arch and her breasts thrust forward, brushing against Draco's naked chest. He captured her thin wrists in one hand, his other coming down to brush her belly and he nuzzled her ear sniggering at her vain attempts to free her hands.
"Uh uh uh! You asked me for something love. And I have my manly honour to consider here. You don't get to touch until I say so."
"I never said that." She weakly protested when he licked a path from her jawline to her breasts, flicking each peak before trailing his lips down, bestowing kisses as he went. She gasped when he dipped his tongue in her navel and swirled it.
"Mmm, you are delicious." He breathed and groaned in frustration when he was halted by her dress. He consoled himself by returning to his second favourite part of her. Her delicious breasts.
The fingers of his free hand trailed down her stomach as she choked on a lusty moan and he licked his lips. They both paused when his index finger reached her slit, the pad of it barely touching her protruding clitoris, sending shock waves through her burning body. Her chest heaved, pushing more of her breasts into his hot mouth and she bit her lip to halt her scream. God he barely touched her and she was already in the precipice.
"Eager aren't we?" He wickedly murmured and before she could retort he silenced her with his mouth. It was a good thing really because he chose that moment to rearrange his hand, his fingers delving into her labia and his thumb started rubbing roughly her small nub of nerves. He kept his mouth locked on hers, swallowing her screams until they turned into small whimpers and throaty moans as he continued his ministrations, one of his fingers entering her slick hole and started a slow rhythm, pushing in and pulling out in a tortuously slow pace, his calloused thumb rubbing harder, alienating the pressure, driving her mad with need. She felt the familiar heat start in the pit of her stomach, her whole body tingling as he added a second finger inside her, her juices flowing making his intrusion easier as he rocked his hips into her, his hard length pressing into her thighs. His breathe was coming in short gasps as he fought off his own mounting lust.
"More. Please I need more." She whimpered, her head falling back on the wall, baring her throat to his seeking lips. Hermione felt like her whole body was boiling, she could feel herself climbing higher and higher; all she needed was a little push.
His nibble fingers withdrew from her depths, eliciting a disappointed moan from her. Her swollen mouth open to chastise him for being a tease when he took her clit between his thumb and forefinger and pinched it.
He made no move to silencing her as her mouth dropped open in a loud shout of completion, her eyes shutting tightly, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure rocked her from within.
"So beautiful." She registered his awed words but she couldn't comprehend anything more than the absolute euphoria flooding her system. Hermione felt her juices ran down her thighs, coating his hand but she didn't care.
After what felt like an eternity her lids fluttered open. Draco was watching her with rapt attention, his eyes hot with a passion she hadn't seen in three weeks. A slow sensual smile crept onto his face as he brought his hand up, glistening with her fluids and locked eyes with her. Hermione felt her cunt quiver when his tongue peaked out and the tip touched his fingertip. His almost black eyes closed in bliss as he sucked his fingers in and licked them, delighted groans leaving him as he licked his hand clean.
Her mouth went dry as she watched him taste her essence and was instantly aroused again. Her cunt clenched, yearning for something to fill her. When his eyes slid open she mewed.
"So good." Draco groaned almost whining. "Want more."
He released her hands in order to grab the back of her neck and keep her head still as he kissed her ravenously, his tongue crawling in and she tasted herself, mewling in arousal as she rocked her hips, yearning for his cock. His other hand made quick work of his zipper and he shoved his pants down along with his boxers.
She hastily broke free to assist him, using her feet to push his remaining clothes down his hard body.
His hard length sprung free and the tip came to rest on her slit.
She choked on a breathe when she felt him rub along the seam, coating his thick cock in her juices, his pre cum leaking from the small slit on the head.
"Want this? Want me to fuck you?" He fisted his penis and gave a hard stroke, moaning at the feeling. Hermione nodded furiously eyes wide breathe hitched. "Tell me!" He snarled, positioning the tip at her soaking entrance. Hermione sobbed as she thrust her hips trying to force him in. "Tell me what you want Granger! Say it!"
"Fuck me you heartless bastard!" She screamed. "I want you to fuck m- Oh my goddess!"
She looked down and watched as the last inch of him disappeared into her tight opening.
"Merlin," he groaned, breathing raggedly. All he could think about was how incredible she felt, tight, swollen, wet, her inner walls soft and fluttering, stretching almost painfully to accommodate his large intrusion. He hadn't felt this good since the last time he had her. He bit the inside of his cheek, thinking all kind of things to regain his senses.
Hermione breathed deeply through her nose, feeling every ridge of his organ lodged deep inside her. Small sparks started at the place they were so intimately joined, steadily spreading all over her body. Having adjusted to his size, she felt a little annoyed at his stillness. Experimentally she clenched her inner walls.
Draco's head snapped up, a deep throaty groan coming from his mouth. He grabbed her waist to keep her firmly in place and with his free hand hiked her thigh higher on his waist simultaneously sinking deeper.
"Shit," he swore and pulled out slowly, his eyes never leaving hers as he thrust back in. Brown eyes rolled back and soft plump lips dropped open in a sigh. Hermione's hands raked down his back, leaving marks on his pale skin, marking him. The next thrust was harder and she cried out when he hit that sweet spot inside that made her see stars. Her hands wrapped around his shoulders and brought him closer, her mouth latching on the tender skin of his neck, teeth sinking into his flesh with every thrust to mute her whimpers, her legs tightening round his waist trying to keep him in place but Draco was stronger; he managed to pull out and slam into her harder than before, her body thumping on the wall behind her. She had no doubt she would have bruises on her back tomorrow but at the moment all she cared about was Draco and his magnificent cock pounding into her, his hot gasps grazing her shoulder as he muttered swears and broken endearments.
"Feel so good -I don't know how I went three weeks without this -Merlin I love your pussy, so sweet, so tight so perfect -missed you so much baby-"
"Harder." She hissed in his ear and he complied, slamming into her as hard as he could, rocking her entire body and making her arch with every surge forward, his pubic bone rubbing her clit delightfully, stimulating her at the same time he pumped into her.
Draco felt his arms and thighs burn from the strain but he was too busy maintaining his fast, hard stabs to give a crap about petty things like fatigue. He groaned with each thrust in, jolts of pleasure rendering him breathless. He could feel his orgasm approaching, his balls tighten as he cupped her bum and pulled her down on him as he slammed up, going deeper, her walls contracting and trying to pull him even deeper. She had abandoned her attempts to muffle her screams, her mouth open as the pleasure became unbearable.
"More, more, I need more," she sobbed desperately as Draco's thrusts became harder, the squelching sounds of his penetration turned her on even more.
"I know baby; I'll give you anything you want." He murmured as he rearranged their position so he could twist his hand between their bodies. Draco looked down and was entranced by the image of his long thick penis disappearing into her, her dark lips groaning in disappointment with each pull, fighting to keep him in her depths.
"Draco!" She shouted when a tentative fingertip touched her ultra sensitised clit. The small button was hard, overflowed with blood as he pumped harder and faster. He encircled her waist, holding her close as he continued thrusting and started rubbing.
Hermione's world crashed down, her body exploded as liquid bliss erupted from her core, her walls squeezing his length impossibly, as the best orgasm of her life washed over her.
Keeping quiet was no longer a concern; she screamed in ecstasy, her heart hammering, her legs and arms tightening around him, trying to anchor herself to him, to reality as she felt her mind go blank.
"Shh, it's okay baby I've got you." Draco's soothing voice brought her back to earth, his ragged breathes warm on her sweaty shoulder. She clung to him as his pumps grew erratic, prolonging her own bliss. He thrust once, twice and once more and with a roar he came. His thrusts became shallow as his body shook on the aftermath of his most intense orgasm to date. Spurt after spurt shoot into her, coating her insides with his seed.
He placed one hand, palm flat on the wall beside her head, trying to calm his heart and breathing; Hermione's small hands combed through his silky hair, her mouth peppering butterfly kisses on his neck and cheeks.
Draco felt serene for the first time in three weeks as he softly caressed the skin of her thigh, inhaling her heavenly scent -honey blossoms and jasmine and the heady scent of her arousal- and nuzzling the side on her neck.