This is the actual end of this incident. YAY! It took me long enough, right? But can you imagine
how long the chapter would have been if I hadn't split it up? I also want to say that I'm a bit
uncertain about this chapter. I don't know- it just didn't turn out as well as I would have liked it to.

Oh yeah, most people said they wanted it from both POVs, so the first part is Hermione, and the
second part is Draco. Hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: As I've stated before, I don't own anything having to do with Harry Potter or any of
his little school chums.

Sometimes Hate Is a Good Thing

by Hermione-G-Weasley
 
 

Chapter 8
And Then It Happened
 

She looked up at him as he towered above her, an evil glare on his face.

She wanted to spit in his face at that moment. The annoying little bastard. What a poor
little disaster it was that he had to lose control of he situation for all of a few minutes! Please!
He was just pissed off because she had actually known what she was doing and had all but
mocked him with his own type of torture.

And now it appeared that she had succeeded in infuriating him worse than she ever had
before which was, she had to admit, quite an accomplishment.

But he was so angry.

For a moment, she was a bit scared that he was going to hit her. But this fear was soon
calmed when he leaned his head down and met her in a fiery kiss. It was an angry kiss, and
it absolutely electrified her. It was as if the kiss was his own little way of telling her how
much he hated her while still needing her body worse than anything else on the planet.

She recognized this because it was exactly the way she felt about him.

Okay, so she had been a bit apprehensive about actually taking control of the situation.
But it had been only fair, right? He had been so cocky about making her suffer at his hands,
and she was adamant about getting the upper-hand for at least a bit of the time. Besides,
she had known she would be able to do it. She, like all other seventeen year old girls raised
in Muggle homes, was a fan of Cosmopolitan magazine, and she owed every bit of her
knowledge about sex to the editors of that fine piece of literary magnificence. So, of course,
she had jumped at the opportunity to return his "favor."

He was still kissing her roughly, and she felt herself getting more and more turned on. He
actually bit down on her lower lip, making her gasp loudly, but when she felt his tongue
swirling over the area, soothing it, she started a soft sort of purring that she had absolutely
not begun consciously.

And when he ripped his mouth from hers in an attempt to gain a breath of air, she grabbed
his neck and pulled him back down to her. As she crushed his lips against her own, she
didn't care at all if the little shit needed air.

She needed him.

She knew that it was only a matter of minutes before she would have him- all of him.
How  many times had she dreamed of this exact moment? When she was younger, she
had pictured herself losing her virginity to a faceless man whom she loved dearly in the
most passionate and loving way possible. But as soon as she started noticing that Malfoy
was extremely tantalizing and sexy despite the fact that he was the biggest asshole she had
ever known, the faceless man had turned into a blonde-haired, gray-eyed bastard, and
the passionate and loving demeanor had turned into a rough and exhilarating experience.

And now here they were about to embark into one of her greatest fantasies, and she
couldn't have even imagined it would feel this way. Her insides seemed to be trembling
with an indescribable aching need as his naked body covered her own. She felt some sort
of a burning deep inside of her that she had never felt before, and she knew that the only
way to make the fire go away was to have him go deep inside of her and extinguish it.

He jerked his head upwards once again and gasped for breath before looking down at
her and saying, "I'm going to show you now."

She had never wanted anything more in her entire life than to have him show her exactly
what it was that he needed to present.

Letting out a huge gasp of shock, she felt his left hand move up to grab her breast suddenly.
He began kneading it firmly into his palm, and she could feel the same tingling she had felt
when he had touched her earlier start to erupt inside of her again.

"Hurry!" she gasped with what breath she could manage as he continued to rub her with
what seemed to be a sudden urgency. It seemed as though the calm, cool, and collected
Malfoy had disappeared. He now appeared almost as anxious as she felt. She smiled a
bit, knowing that she had nearly forced him over the edge with her actions moments
before.

She had certainly excited him, to say the very least.

As he lay on top of her, she could feel every single inch of him pressed against her.
Including the throbbing erection that was pushing into her leg, just inches away from
where it should be...

Oh, God! She needed him to hurry. He was now kissing her neck in a manner that
matched the one he was using to assault her breasts- urgency mixed with inexplicable
need. Yes, she recognized it immediately as the same feelings stirring within her.

She jumped a bit when she felt his other hand, which had been supporting his weight,
move from its place beside her head. And then she felt it move between their now meshed
bodies and slide down her abdomen. A strangled growl sounded from the back of her
throat as he cupped her suddenly and inserted his first two fingers into her for the second
time that evening.

He once again began swirling them around, and when he hit the same spot he had earlier
discovered and began rubbing his index finger across it, Hermione gave a little yelp.

Hurry... Hurry... Hurry... She couldn't take much more of this. Her breathing was now
as irregular as it had ever been, and she felt as though her lungs were about to explode.
Malfoy was still sucking on her neck, but she hardly realized this. The feeling of his
fingers inside of her was more than she could handle, and the anticipation of what it
would be like to actually have him completely inside of her was even more.

She could hear him breathing heavily beside her ear, and she knew that he wanted to get
on with it just as badly as she did. Yes, it definitely seemed as though all the cruel teasing
had vanished and been replaced by an indescribable urgency.

"Malfoy," she gasped as he hit a sensitive spot behind her ear at exactly the same moment
he hit another sensitive spot inside of her. "Just hurry!" She realized she probably sounded
desperate, but at that moment she didn't care. She was desperate.

He removed his fingers at that moment and once again supported himself by leaning on
his elbows on either side of her head. He looked at her, his gaze seeming to burn into her
eyes. "You're ready." It wasn't a question; it was a statement.

She nodded eagerly in agreement. God, was she ever ready! Taking the initiative to prove
that she was ready, she scooted herself a bit underneath him until she could feel their lower
bodies come into direct contact with each other. He gave a small gasp of surprise, and
Hermione marveled at how that little bit of contact seemed to make the need inside of her
grow twenty times larger.

Yes, she was ready.

He leaned down and kissed her urgently as he positioned himself directly over her. She
could almost feel the heat radiating between their bodies. She couldn't even return the
kiss because she seemed to have lost the ability to breathe on her own.

And then it happened.

She gasped against his mouth as she felt him enter her. At first it just felt a bit strange
but not too different than it had felt when he had inserted his fingers before. But then...

Oh, God!

He pressed further inside of her, and a sudden blinding pain shot through her body. She
gave a cry of discomfort and squeezed her eyes shut in an attempt to block the pain. She
had known it would hurt, but this was unreal. To her surprise, Malfoy stopped pushing
for a moment and withdrew his lips from hers. She couldn't open her eyes to look at him,
but she could tell he was staring at her.

"It will stop hurting in a minute," he told her finally. To her surprise, his voice was
actually devoid of all hatefulness and sarcasm.

She felt him once again begin to press inside of her, and she winced in pain. She bit
her lower lip to keep from crying out again and still squeezed her eyes shut as tightly
as possible. And then all at once, he seemed to have gone as far as he could go and
stopped pressing. Instead, he started moving up and down at a slow and steady pace.

The pain that had once been so blinding had started to fade as her body adjusted
to fit him. And it actually started to feel... nice? She soon realized that following his
movements really helped to make the discomfort disappear.

And yes, it felt nice.

It felt really nice.

Before long she realized that the pain was no longer distinguishable, and she started to
really get into it, moving with him. God, this felt great!

But she wanted more.

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Draco stared down at her intently. The way her face was screwed up in pain almost
made him feel sorry for her.

Almost.

But it had to hurt; he couldn't help that. It always did the first time for girls. But instead
of kissing her softly and professing his apologies like he normally would have done, he
had simply assured her that the pain would go away in a minute.

Because he wasn't nearly sadistic enough to actually cause her more physical pain for his
mere enjoyment.

But she didn't deserve his apologies. She wanted it just as badly as he did- if not more.
And he'd be damned if he was going to suddenly drop his complete hatred of her just
because she was experiencing a little discomfort.

She was, after all, nothing but a filthy Mudblood.

But damn, it really felt good to have her underneath him like this. And he really enjoyed
the feeling of being inside of her. She was just as tight as he had known she would be,
and he liked that. It gave him some sort of sick feeling of power.

The power of being the one to break her.

Yes, it was a good feeling indeed.

He realized that he had hit her barrier and had turned his tactics into a slow pulsing of up
and down, in and out. He was being slow because he wanted to give her body time to
adjust to him. She was going to be no fun at all if she was wincing in pain the entire time.

And then he felt her start to match his strokes, and he glanced down at her once more.
The horrid look had now left her face, and while she didn't yet look as though she were
in ecstasy, a faint smile was slowly making its way across her face.

She was starting to enjoy herself.

And then suddenly she spoke.

"Go faster."

Her eyes were now wide open, and she was looking up at him expectantly. As if he
wasn't able to hear, she started to move herself underneath of him at a speed quicker
than the one he was at.

Well, if she wanted to play that way...

He crushed his lips against her own, and she met him with urgency. He knew then that
she was no longer in any sort of pain. So, he started to match the strokes that she was
setting and sped up.

Yes, she was definitely into it.

Damn.

Her hips were pushing up against his eagerly, and he knew that that was his cue to go
even faster. He had been right in his earlier assumption that she liked it hard and fast.

And, oh, he was only too happy to oblige her. He had fantasized about pounding away
inside of her more times than he could every possibly count, and now that he had the
chance there was no way in hell he was going to pass it up!

So, he started to pump even faster and was more than excited to see her eyes fly open
before they started rolling into the backwards as she slung her head back against the
hard table. He couldn't imagine that the position on the table was comfortable for her,
but she really didn't seem to mind too much.

"Oh, God!" she cried out in between gasps of air.

He had the yearning to call out to God himself, but he couldn't find the words. His breath
was catching in his throat in a way it never had before. He looked down to see her chest
rising and falling rapidly as she picked up the pace from underneath him, and it was
entrancing. He had to touch her again. So, he moved one hand to once again start molding
her breast against him roughly. Just as he did this, he felt her own hands fly up to the tops
of his shoulder, and he kissed her urgently as she let her fingernails dig into his bare skin.

Yes, she was scratching him like there was no tomorrow, but it was the most exhilarating
feeling in the world. So, as she began to nibble on the bottom of his ear lobe, her fingernails
still clutching roughly at his skin, he picked up the speed a bit more.

She was matching him stroke for stroke, moans of ecstasy were mixed in with tiny
squeaks as he showed her everything there was to show. He felt one of her legs, still
clad in the navy knee socks and black patent leather shoes, wrap around his own, and
he reached a hand down to stroke her outer thigh. She jumped a tad at the sudden
contact and then started writhing beneath him once again. Yes, this is exactly the way
he had always imagined it would be.

He could feel the pressure building upon him, and he knew that he was dangerously
close to the edge. He glanced down at Granger and was a bit shocked. He had
expected her to enjoy it, but he had never seen a girl actually climax during her first
experience. Granger, however, was getting an incredibly intense look on her face,
and her breathing was more short and rapid than his even.

She looked as though she could actually go. Her first time.

Draco had to admit that this was an incredible boost to his ego. He couldn't help but
smile as he vowed to himself that she would go over the edge before he would. He was
going to make damn sure of that. So, kissing her with all the strength he could muster,
he began pounding away inside of her harder and faster than he ever had with any girl.

Granger's head once again flew back, breaking the contact that their lips had just had.
She started muttering something that he couldn't distinguish, but he really didn't even care.
Her mutterings got louder, though, as he continued to bang away inside of her, and
finally she was yelling loudly.

She was saying every curse word in the book, mixed in with a couple of ironic calls on
the Lord, and even a couple of cries of "Malfoy!" which amused Draco beyond belief.

And then he felt her explode. Once this happened, he could no longer control himself,
and he let himself go as well. It was the most intense feeling in the world. They tumbled
together, both breathing harder than they ever had before in their lives, their eyes
locked on each other.

When Draco could finally comprehend what had just happened, he could barely
believe it. That had been the most incredible thing he had ever experienced in his
nearly eighteen years.

He glanced down at Granger and saw that she still didn't seem to be able to comprehend
anything. Her breathing had barely slowed at all, and the strangest look was covering her
face. A fulfilling look mixed with wonderment mixed with astonishment.

Yes, he knew then that he had been completely right when assuming it would
undoubtedly be the best sex of his life.
 
 
 

Okay! So, that's it! The next chapter will pick up on the next morning, so just pretend like they both
get dressed and go back to their respective dormitories, their Potions project forgotten for the night.

Please reply and leave me feedback on this because like I said earlier, I'm not sure if I'm satisfied with it.

Oh! And one more thing, if anyone can find me a picture of Hugh Mitchell (Colin Creevey), I'll write
something special just for you-anything you want! (Even if it has to do with a heterosexual Harry...)
PLEASE! If anyone knows where to find his picture, please let me know! I love Colin, and I'm really
anxious to see the actor who's going to play him. Okay, well that's it for now! Bye!
 

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