True Slytherin Intentions

Chapter 3| No Going Back Granger

Hermione hurried across the courtyard wishing she’d brought her robes as she shivered against the gush of wind blowing against her. She really did want to go to the library, during her entire time at Hogwarts it was the only place that bought her peace. She wondered if it would still offer her the same shelter.

As far as she was aware the library had remained pretty untouched during the war.  

Pushing open the heavy wooden doors of the library was a welcomed chore. Immediately Hermione's senses were attacked by the smell of fresh bound pages and oaky musk swirling in the air as she stepped in. The large towering shelves of books greeted her as she walked down the narrow aisle pausing to grab a few books on her way to her usual spot right at the back tucked into a dark corner with just enough light from the spillage of candlelight to make out the letters. After every five shelves or so the space opened up with large desks and small desk lamps on each for group work. As she passed, she smiled to herself at the lack of bodies.

She has the whole library to herself. 

For once her anxiety had disappeared completely and Hermione slipped down opening her book and doing something she’d missed far too much. Reading ahead.

Reading too far ahead.

Before Hermione knew it, she had looked up from her book to see the light streaming through the window was no longer a dark blue but an almost black shade of blue instead. Time had flown by, it was quarter to two and she was rushing out of the library trying to shover her books back into her bag as she burst out from the library and into the chilly night air that had gotten considerably colder in the past few hours. She hurried over under the shelter of the arch that bowed lowly between the pillars holding it up. 

The candles outside in the hallways around this area of the castle were always out at night and it had Hermione cursing under her breath for the hundredth time as she tried forcing her books into her bag. 

Not looking up to see where she was going, Hermione was met with a hard knock to the shoulders, her bag dropping to the ground as her books splattered across the ground. 

“Watch where you’re going Granger,” Malfoy sneered, his voice sounding tired rather than disgusted as his eyes narrowed watching Hermione steady herself with a frown. 

“Why? Are you blind?” She retorted reaching down to grab her bag. “Use your legs and move out of the way.”

“Bit tense are we Mudblood?” He added, his lips twitching into a smirk as his grey eyes landed on her daring her to push him more. But Hermione’s blood had boiled at the word rather than the meaning in his words. 

“Don’t call me that.” She spat through gritted teeth. 

“Or what?” He spat taking a step toward her. 

“Just get away from me Malfoy,” she muttered walking around him. “You’re a pathetic git and I don’t have time-“

His hand shot out, grabbing her arm and forcing her to pause as she looked at him over her shoulder, slight panic jolting through her. 

“Watch how you speak to me, Granger.” He sneered again, his eyes narrowed into slits as his grip on her arm tightened.

“Or what?” She muttered, trying to yank her arm free.

“You should be afraid of me,” that had Hermione in laughter. 

“Afraid? Of you?” Again another burst of laughter rumbled from Hermione. “You are a coward Malfoy. I wasn’t afraid of you before and I’m not now.”

She could see the pure anger radiating from his pale face, his grey eyes ablaze. “Watch it you filthy Mudblood.”

Again his threat fell on death ears as Hermione felt her blood boil. The night before he hadn’t been as much of a prat but today? That was enough. The remarks, the bullying it ended here. She couldn’t hold back anymore as she leaned towards Malfoy her chocolate brown eyes narrowed in at him. 

“Watch it? You’re the one who should be ‘watching it’. It’s your father who’s rotting in Azkaban and you that couldn’t finish-“ before she could finish, Malfoy growled his grip on her arm tightening as he threw her back against a wall. Her eyes closed for a second as her head shook with some pain. 

“Don’t you dare speak of my father!” Hermione managed to sneak her hand quickly into her rob grasping her wand. The certainty he wouldn’t be much harm to her now evaporated. This was far more like the old Malfoy than the one back at his manor. 

She didn’t hesitate, raising her wand to his neck watching with a satisfied grin as his eyes widen slightly and he stepped back from her. 

“I think it’s time you leave Malfoy,” Hermione added. 

“It all makes sense now,” he mumbled, his eyes slowly working their way up from her wand to her face. The confusion masking her features drove him further. “Why you’ve always been uptight. Weasel not showing you enough interest?” 

The air was knocked from her lungs as his eyebrows rose and her eyes widened. So he did hear. The revelation had Hermione’s entire body burning with embarrassment and Malfoy grinning as though he’d just won the hardest quidditch game. 

“Can’t imagine why,” he said sarcastically. “You’re probably more if not as boring in the bedroom as you are-“

She didn’t let him finish. His words stung her pride and the second she felt the corner of her eyes burn with tears she blinked them away, her arm faltering slightly. “Because you’re the one to talk, in such a grump because you have no one to tie up?” 

She relished at the shock registering on his face. “Have no one to give into you? Treat you like a big bad scary death eater?” Hermione could see the way his whole body had fallen limp and she lavished in the feeling of taking the control back but her confidence was her first mistake. The second was relaxing her grip around her wand. 

Within seconds Malfoys shocked expression had morphed into anger as he snapped his arm out disarming Hermione and pinning her back against the wall, his torso pressing her down. 

She felt the panic slowly slip into her chest again as her smile wavered. “Not so cocky now are we Granger?” 

“Screw you, your a disgusting little foul-mouthed cockroach Malfoy,” she spat in his face, her voice shaking slightly as she noticed the drop of Malfoys eyes to her unbuttoned shirt. The feel of his gaze falling where it shouldn’t had Hermione’s skin buzzing to be away from it.

Squirming against his hold she tried to push him back only causing him to pin both her hands above her head. His strength outmatching hers in a second. She didn’t think he was strong, he was always such a coward that strength was never something she’d thought to attribute to Malfoy. The blood in her veins had frozen, every nerve in her body telling her she needed to be away from him. This was too dangerous. Malfoy was too dangerous, too unpredictable and yet Hermione couldn’t help herself, she couldn’t stop her mouth from running and baiting him.

She pressed her waist up against him trying everything to loosen his grip on her but nothing worked. 

Instead, she was met with a low groan, his breath washing across her exposed neck as his head leaned down towards her ear, his voice warning her. “Stop moving Granger,”

“Let me go!” She demanded, still thrashing about with very little success.

Malfoys grip around her wrists had tightened, his eyes now holding hers as they stared hard at Hermione warning her until she understood. “I mean it. Stop moving.” That’s when it hit Hermione. She was pressing herself against him, moving against him. The tightness in his voice, the way his body had stilled and his eyes . . . But it can’t be! She was nothing more than a Mudblood to him. She repulsed him so why- 

Her cheeks had turned a crimson red, her whole body freezing against Malfoys. 

“Oh . . .” She was breathless, her eyes wide.  

“You should be grateful.” He added, “At least now you-“

The blood was boiling all over again inside Hermione. How dare he?! Ditching all her better judgment she chose to stoop to his level. By Merlin would she be the one walking away upset. Not anymore. 

“Please,” she whispered, watching as his mouth parted in confusion, frowning down at her. She made her voice lighter, more innocent. “Please don’t stop. I’ll do anything . . . Anything you want me too.”

She could feel her legs shake, her neck burning with a ravage need to hide. But she pushed through. She wasn’t supposed to be the same conservative, mature uptight Hermione. This year she was meant to be anyone but her, she was supposed to just relish in every moment she would have quickly abandoned in the name of her warped sense of how she should act before. Fueling herself on, she took a glanced at the look on Malfoys face, it was priceless. She could feel his grip around her wrists loosen. “Isn’t that what you’ve been missing? Someone, to beg you, to submit to your every desire? I may not be the most interesting witch around but at least I can-“

Her words cut off as Malfoy had suddenly spun her around, her front pressed to the cold bricks as his chest brushed her back. Her hands still bound by one of his above her head. 

“I warned you to stop,” each word was low, restrained as his breath blew against the small curls of hair that had broken free from her ponytail. “You have no idea who you are dealing with Granger.”

Now the fear had leapt into her as her mind raced. There was no point on pushing against the wall, without her arms it was useless. She was completely at Malfoys mercy and cursed for getting herself in this position. Her eyes darted around in the darkness begging to spot someone, anyone coming there way! But there was no such luck. 

“Let me go!” She said muttered, her voice in the verge of yelling. The fear was evident in her voice.

Still frowning Malfoy suddenly understood her fear and almost dropped his grip on her completely. “Calm down Granger I’m not going to do that!” 

His words did nothing to assure her but his next ones did. “I wouldn’t touch filth like you if the wizarding world depended on it.” There was the hatred she had become so accustomed too. She stopped struggling there was no point. 

His words hurt her, hurt her more than she cared to admit. Biting down on her bottom lip, Hermione fought her emotions down. 

“I’m sure that’s true,” she forced out bitterly. She refused to throw the night before in his face, she just wanted to be out of here and away from him. “So would you kindly remove your hands off me?”

Silence. He didn’t utter a word for a few moments. 

“No.” He muttered. 

“What?”

“Beg me. Beg me to let you go.” His words settled over her before her chest was vibrating with laughter. When he didn’t reply the humour turned bone dry. 

“No! I am not going to beg you!”

“Beg me to let you go or it might be unfortunate for Weasel to know his little mudblood girlfriend was fraternising with the enemy last night.”

“You wouldn’t!” Hermione’s voice was barely above a whisper.  

“You really want to find out?” She bit down on her lip, the shock turning her to stone almost. 

“You kissed me!” She blurted our trying to find a way out of this. 

“Fine. Have it your way-“ his grip had begun to loosen again and in a panic, Hermione shut her eyes bracing herself with all the courage she could muster. 

“Wait!” She took a deep breath, “please Malfoy, please let me go.”

She heard him suck in a breath before his lips grazed her ear sending a hot buzzing shock down her spine as if someone had touched her with a live wire. “Again.” He demanded, his voice tight as he let her go. 

A wicked idea crossed Hermione’s mind. Something she would never have thought and should never have entertained but enough was enough. 

He wouldn’t touch a filthy mudblood like her but her he’d kissed her? A game maybe but he had been the one to grab her. It was obvious he was wound up already, her little attack a few minutes ago ensured that. If she were going to get payback it was now. Hermione prepared herself, the idea of it failing almost too overwhelming, him laughing at her and the opposite effect coming true was almost too much to bear. 

Hermione pressed her cheek to the cold cement, looking off the side and down trying to grasp a clearer view of him than just the tips of blonde hair peeking through the corner of her eyes. She kept her hands hoisted up above her head and parted her legs slightly as she pushed out with her hips. “Please Malfoy . . . Don’t let me go. Please f**k me. Please Malfoy I just want to . . . Please you.”

The words had her stomach turning inside her, her skin dying to be scrubbed clean but when she felt the tension building behind her back, the way the small space between their bodies felt like it had been set on fire had Hermione’s lip wavering. 

She’d never spoken like that before, perhaps in her mind when she imagined all the things she shouldn’t but never out loud. Never so crude and it left her feeling a little queasy.

“What are you doing?” He asked, his words clipped as his hands suddenly shot out around her hips. She could feel his fingers dig sightly more through the fabric of her clothes and couldn’t deny the smallest spark that seemed to flicker deep down inside her. 

“Nothing. You don’t want a filthy mudblood like me.” She breathed, her body shuddering from the word. “It shouldn’t bother you.”

Without warning, he spun her around glaring down at her with those ice grey eyes, now far darker than she had ever seen them before. 

“It does. Stop.” Her arms fell to her sides as he peered up at Malfoy through her lashes. 

She had some kind of control. She could see his jaw tense and the muscles on his forearms bulge. She was winning! Remembering the way his eyes had danced down her shirt earlier had another idea racking her brain one that would leave him a ruckus and her striding back to her bed a winner. 

She reached into his robs watching as Malfoy jumped a little shocked watching closely as she pulled his wand from his robes and pressed the tip against the small patch of black lace that lay exposed under her shirt. His eyebrow rose as his tongue ran across his bottom lip, his eyes glued to the now green bra. “What’s wrong? Surely-“

Malfoys hand shot out around her neck, his fingers light but holding her in place as his lips lowered to the side of her face. His warm breath tricked down her cheek and Hermione couldn’t ignore the flutter inside her. 

“I’m warning you, Granger. Stop before it’s too late.” 

“Too late?” She repeated, her large brown eyes challenging him. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Someone, to dominate? Someone, to let you control their mind, body and soul? It’s just a shame I’m a mudblood or you could have had everything you wanted.” 

His eyes were screaming at her warning her more and more but each time she was working him more, pressing him further. Never before had he heard or seen Hermione Granger like this. Never before had he imagined it until now.

She could see the restrain in his face, feel the way his grip on her neck was tightening. “You wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

Without tearing her eyes from his, Hermione lifted her head a little more. “Try me.”

All restraint broke on Malfoys face, his lips crashing to Hermiones as his grip around her throat tightened causing her to moan into his mouth in shock. Her hands sprung to his chest, he felt hard and strong under her hands as his lips moved forcibly against hers. 

She struggled to breathe, struggled to gather her thoughts as the wind blew against them, Malfoys body shielding hers from the cold as his lips claimed hers, his tongue gliding across her bottom lip. The disgust screamed in her mind but her whole body had gone weak, leaning against the wall for support. 

His other hand had snuck behind her head, his fingers buried in the curls of her hair as he tore his lips from hers staring down at her with an expression she had never seen before. 

“I warned you.” He breathed, “Walk away now. I won’t give you the chance next time.”

Next time? A shiver ran down her spine. She knew she should turn and run. She’d won, she has made her point known. 

Yet her legs refused to move. 

“You don’t control me Malfoy but I bet you want too.” 

“You are an ignorant, stubborn, insufferable fool.” He growled, his hands realising her for a moment but only to pin her back with his torso. The smell of cedar and nutmeg engulfed her as he stood the finest hair away from her, chest brushing hers with every breath. 

“Do your worst.” Those words ended whatever little amount of restraint he held. His eyes turned almost black with lust capturing her eyes. She could feel him against her thigh the hardness shocking her. For a moment she forgot who she was standing there with. 

A second later and his hand was back in her hair yanking her head all the way back to look right up at him, his lips moving slowly against her ear. “I will take you harder than any man ever will Granger. No will not exist. I will not stop. I will take you wherever, however. You will obey me in every way. Your body will be mine. I will f**k you until every last bone in your body is screaming for me.”

Every word that left his lips lit Hermione’s ears on fire. She didn’t want to react to his words, she didn’t want to feel her thighs clench and her heart drum inside her chest. Her tongue wet her lips as Hermione pressed her palms down on the wall to support her. 

What had she gotten herself into? What was this turning into?

But she couldn’t hide the excitement that grazed her eyes. His words brought a new fire under her skin that she never knew possible. The prospects of his words excited her. She wanted to submit, she wanted to be ravaged and Malfoy could see it. In that split second he saw her eyes widen with need. He could feel her skin burning under him. Never before had he seen that willingness, that complete compliance to give herself over completely. He wondered how long it would last. Like the others? Thinking it would be fun but unable to keep up. 

Yet Hermione had also fought him, she had tried to dominate him and whilst he found that almost amusing, he couldn’t deny how the want to punish her made his erection painfully press harder against their restraints of his clothes. 

“Admit it, Granger, you want me inside you.” Hermione bit down on her bottom lip and Malfoy scrolled annoyed at her lack of an answer. “I said admit it.”

But she shook her head. With that he reached behind her opening a door she didn’t know existed in that moment. Without missing a beat, he dragged her in and placed a lock on the door. 

“What are-“ the words hadn’t fallen from her mouth by the time Malfoy was suddenly in front of her backing her up into a desk. His hands shot out wrapping themselves behind her legs and lifting her from the ground, sitting her up on the desk and placing himself between her legs. He placed his hands flat down on the table between the small gaps of her arms, towering down above her, his lips an inch away as every nerve in his being urged him to reach out and take what he desired. 

“What game are you playing Granger?” A very dangerous one.

Hermione knew it was getting late, soon there wouldn’t be any more windows left for her to run through. To some extent, she’d gotten her revenge but her legs wouldn’t carry her out the old unused classroom and to the safety of her bed,

There really wasn’t much of a game, she’d achieved her goal. Yet despite the insanity, she’d displayed, it wasn’t enough.

“I- I’m not playing-” her words trailed off as she swallowed the nerves wrecking through her down. One of his hands rose, falling against her thigh causing her to shiver at the contact of his cold skin against hers. He moved his hand further up disappearing under her skirt as Hermione bit down on her bottom lip drawing blood, refusing to let the moan escape her lips. She hated the way her body betrayed her, the way it reacted to him.

She caught his hand by the wrist, bringing to an abrupt stop. “Don’t.”

His eyes narrowed in annoyance as he shook her hand away and continued his assault up her leg. “I told you I wouldn’t stop.” to his surprise she didn’t fight back again, instead he watched intensely as she gasped the minute his fingers pressed against the wet material of her underwear. Eyes wide, Hermione tried to squirm away making Malfoy smirk at her efforts. “If you want me so badly Granger, all you had to do was ask.”

Her words were lost in the maze that had become her mind. 

She was overrun with electricity shooting through her body setting her on edge. He moved his fingers expertly against her, pressing harder against the material until her eyes were fighting to stay open. Her thighs clenched around his hand for a second before his other arm swooped down, forcing her legs apart at the knees allowing himself more access. 

“Malfoy, stop . . .” she forced out between ragged breaths. Malfoy watched as she fought to keep her control. Her body trembling against his hands. Her words were weak, meaningless but her eyes were clouded with pleasure. He could feel the way she wanted to react, feel the way her body was beyond responsive to his every touch. If she wanted it as much as him why was she denying it? Why suffer?

“I told you twice. I will not stop until I have what I want and you’ll end up giving it all to me mudblood.” the word had her body frozen, through the haze suffocating her Hermione felt the word cut right through her and like that the spell was broken.

The disgust set in.

Malfoy sensed it and pulled away with a smirk as Hermione’s fist rose only for him to catch it. When she lifted her knee next, the smile left his face and one of annoyance took over. “Stop fighting,”

“Go screw yourself!” She cried, using all her limbs only to have him force her legs apart once more with his own, pinning her back down on the table with his own weight. He leaned his lips over Hermiones, his words a tight whisper, low and demanding. 

“What do you want Granger?” the question had her body coming to a pause. He knew she would never in a million years have acted that way out there. A part of him knew the answer but he wanted her to say it. When she made no attempt to answer him, Malfoy couldn’t help but feel annoyed. “Tell me and I’ll give it to you. I’m quite fair in that department, I’m sure you’ll come to see that.”

Fair? That would not have been a word she would have chosen to describe him.

Yet his words sent shivers through her body, her centre pulsing with an unspoken need to feel his hands against her.

“Well, tell me.” he pushed, annoyed. Again when she still refused to answer, Malfoy pressed his hand back against her except this time his index finger pushed at the side of her underwear slipping his finger against her wet, warm slit.

Hermione’s lips parted, a sharp moan escaping as Malfoy drank her in. 

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered against her ear, willing her to speak.

He moved his fingers quicker against her, feeling her clit pulse against him. She could feel his erection pressing into her thigh as he pressed a finger inside her causing Hermione to arch her back from the table pressing her breasts into his chest completely unaware of the low growl escaping Malfoys throat.

Her hands gripped the edges of the table, her body completely overwhelmed as her eyes shut feeling him press another finger deeper inside her, urging her to speak. He didn’t stop nor slow down, his fingers kept dancing against Hermione, bringing her closer and closer as the pressure built around her. She could feel her thighs and stomach clench, her being screaming for some kind of realise.

“Tell me or I’ll stop.” he threatened, his rhythm suddenly slowing.

Panic took over Hermione’s body and before she knew it her lips had betrayed her as quickly as her body had.

“Please . . . no . . . d-don’t,” her trembling words had his eyes wide. His question answered. Her hands grabbed at his robes, clawing at him as he pumped his fingers in and out of her, watching as she withered under him. Her eyes rolled back, her hips lifting from the table and grinding back against his palm. He could feel his own need bubbling away under the surface, so close to taking over and taking what he desired from her. 

He couldn’t believe the effect he was having on her, the way she had so completely drowned in every sensation he was offering her. 

She would be perfect. He thought as he watched her consumed with pleasure. Never before had he watched someone so lost in their pleasure they had given themselves to him. He knew he had her, he knew anything he wanted right now she would give. She wanted to give, he could see it in the way her hands begged him for more. 

He couldn’t help digging his nails into the flesh of her hip trying to keep himself together feeling the need almost overwhelm him but the way she groaned in pleasure at the pain almost had him finished.

“f**k, Granger.” he breathed, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer without taking her right here and now. 

“Don’t stop . . .I- I’m so- c-close!” she cried, her body clenching around him as her eyes rolled back into her head and her body shook with each wave. He couldn’t hold on much longer. He let Hermione go, jumping away from her as he fought to regain control.

Hermione lay on the table trying to gather her breathing as her body tingled, soaring from the high that had driven her to the point of madness and back again. Until it hit her. She sat up almost immediately, eyes wide and blurred staring at Malfoy, the disgust settling in.

What on earth had she done?