Anyway, here is something to cure all of your smut-withdrawal. I hope it makes up for the lack of updates;
if it doesn't let me know (though, I don't know what I'll be able to do about it).

On a happy note (at least for you guys), my insomnia is worse than ever, and my sleeping pills seem to have
no effect anymore. So, I'll get to write more. I most always do my writing at night while everyone else is
asleep because I'm never asleep! It sucks for me, but it's good for all of you, I guess. I do, however, have
quite a few stories going right now, and I'm trying to pay them at least somewhat equal attention...

Oh, and for everyone who asked for R/H smut, I'm nearing the smutty part of a few other fics (all of which
are R/H naturally because that's all I write- minus this story, and, of course, I couldn't even get through this
one without throwing some R/H into the mix... Evil, aren't I?) Well, anyway, check out my other stories
because at least two of them are about to get a bit smutty. Oh! And I just wrote a drunk fourteen year old
Hermione for one of my stories (When Things Start to Change)- it was the most fun thing I've ever written
in my entire life! Just as I didn't know D/H could have such chemistry, I didn't know Hermione could be so
much fun drunk! Anyway, I'm rambling.

Just one more thing- for the few people who have asked me to do Harry/Hermione...... HELL FREAKING
NO!!!!! Sorry if it was harsh, but I absolutely REFUSE to write Harry/Hermione (unless someone finds me a
picture of Hugh Mitchell- still haven't gotten one- and wants that as their reward... THEN I would make an
exception, but ONLY then). Harry will continue to be quite wimpy and pansy-assed in this story because I
hate him even more than normal in this story... Oh, well! Just remember that this story (nor any of my other
stories) will EVER include Harry and Hermione romantically involved.

Whew! Long A/N, huh? THANK YOU to all the reviewers from the last chapter except for davidboreanzlover
who can, quite frankly, kiss my ass!

Disclaimer: I might have mutilated the characters, but I certainly do not own them!

Sometimes Hate Is a Good Thing

by Hermione-G-Weasley
 
 

Chapter 15
Revenge Shall Be Sweet
 

Damn him straight to hell and back. Wait, no damn him straight to hell and let him stay there.
Hermione was beginning to realize that Malfoy was rapidly becoming a most awful distraction.
She couldn't even argue with him anymore without ending up with her tongue down his throat!

When did her life turn into pure hell?

She tried desperately to ponder this question, but she was quickly finding that thinking was
quite an unmanageable task when his hands were squeezing her backside. When he yanked
her forward to close any and all distance that was still existing between the two of them,
Hermione found that thinking was actually impossible.

What was she supposed to be thinking about anyway...

Oh, bloody hell, she didn't care. The only thing she was concerned with at the moment was
the fact that his teeth were gently nicking her bottom lip and the fact that she felt an unmistakable
bulge pressing into her lower stomach. She focused all of her thoughts onto that precarious
bulge and started thinking about all the ways she was going to use it to her advantage.

Yes, she would be damned if she let him keep taking the upper hand. It was bad enough
that he had managed to turn what she had thought was a heated argument into a kissing war,
but when her mind drifted back to earlier that afternoon when he had left her nearly naked in
a broom closet, she made her decision almost instantaneously.

Tonight, he would be the one to beg.

Still, in the back of her mind, she wondered how they had gone from a furious fight and her
trying to punch him to kissing like two horny teenagers. Of course, she reasoned that two
horny teenagers might perfectly describe them. And she hated him for that, too. She was
Head Girl for Christ's sake! Not one of the common Hogwarts whores. She'd be damned
if she started acting like Pansy Parkinson or Parvati or Padma Patil! Suddenly, Hermione
was extremely glad that none of her initials was a P. She wondered briefly if Hannah Abbot's
middle name was Priscilla...

Anyway, back to the bastard that she was kissing. Yes, he was going to be at her mercy
that evening.

Without letting go of his neck, she pulled away breathlessly and stared at the blonde-headed
bastard in front of her. "I hate you," she told him quite clearly.

To her disgust, her words only seemed to amuse him. "How ironic," he said snootily. "I feel
exactly the same way about you."

"Good," she said with a quick nod of the head. "Now that we've gotten that out of the way..."
With that, Hermione moved her hands from the back of his neck to his shoulders. With a
swift push from her, Malfoy fell backwards into the chair he had previously been sitting in.

He looked up at her in shock. "What the..."

Before he could finish, Hermione had leaned over him with a hand on each other armrests
and silenced him with a rough kiss. She tore away from him suddenly and took his momentary
loss of words to turn her head and lick the area right below his left earlobe as her hands found
the bottom of his green sweater for the second time that day. Without even waiting for him to
say anything, she ripped the sweater up rapidly and tore it over his head.

Malfoy stared at her, shocked, once he had been freed of the shirt and said, "Just what are
you playing at, Granger? Trying to seduce me again, are you?"

Hermione refused to let herself be intimidated by his reference to her earlier failed attempt
at getting him naked. Instead, she opted to respond with, "I'm not trying, Malfoy. I'm actually
doing it."

He laughed at her, but before he could come up with some snide remark to throw her way,
she cut him off by leaning over him once again and kissing him senseless. Her teeth tore at his
lower lip not even requesting entry, but demanding it. He had no choice but to spread his lips
enough for her tongue to slip into his mouth. She licked furiously at the upper area of his mouth
while her hands moved from the armrests of the chair and came to rest on his shoulders. She
heard him give what she knew was a very involuntary moan before he ripped his head away
from hers, his hands pushing her away by the waist.

"Don't even think about it," he warned. "I already told you that I'm in charge of everything we
do."

Oh, him with his arrogant bastard act! It was getting seriously old. "Just shut the hell up," she
ordered. "Tonight, you're going to do what I say." It was a statement that left nothing open
for discussion.

"Look, you little..."

Malfoy's words were cut short when Hermione smashed her mouth to his. Holding his face
to hers with one hand, she used the other to run teasingly up and down his neck. He kissed
her back instinctively, and she grinned against his mouth before removing her lips from his
and moving them to his chin and then under to his neck. The hand that had previously been
caressing his neck slowly made its way down his bare chest as the other hand still held his
chin and tilted it to give herself better access. When her lips passed over a spot on his neck
that caused him to make a deep noise, she knew exactly what she was going to do. She
nibbled just a bit on that spot, using her teeth to nick against his skin. Then she let her tongue
slip out just barely to soothe the affronted skin before putting her lips to that spot and sucking-
gently at first and then harder with every new moan that escaped his lips. She knew that she
would leave a mark, but that was her intention; it would serve him right to have to think up
an excuse for the "love bite."

While her mouth was busy leaving her signature on his neck, both of her hands were
roaming his chest freely. Her left hand found his nipple, and she proceeded to tease it in
between the tips of her fingers, pinching and rubbing it alternately. All the while, her right
hand was running down his muscled abs, and her nails were digging into his skin, every
so often going a little deeper. She could feel Malfoy squirming underneath her as he
muttered incomprehensible words. When she finally pulled her mouth away from his neck,
she glanced at it and was pleased with the red mark that was already beginning to show.
His eyes, which she was happy to see had previously been closed, flew open and looked
right at her.

"You can't do this," he told her determinedly, though his breath was rather ragged.

"Are you going to stop me?" she challenged him, and she noted that, for some reason,
her own breath was also a bit uneven.

"I will," he nodded.

But Hermione just smirked at him and shook her head. "You won't."

Malfoy started to stand up, but she swiftly shoved him back down onto the chair. She
grinned only briefly before turning around and settling herself onto his lap. She giggled
very quietly and said, "Give me your hand."

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Just do it," she ordered, a bit more sternly this time. Reluctantly, Malfoy held his hand
around to her. She wanted to see the look on his face, but she wasn't about to turn around
and break the mystery she knew was driving him mad. Holding his much larger hand in her
own, she brought it around to her front and slowly slipped it under the bottom hem of her
shirt. She placed her hand over his and spread them out flat on her stomach.

"What are you doing?" Malfoy asked again, his voice noticeably deeper.

She bit her lower lip to keep from grinning too much as she whispered her answer. "I want
you to touch me," she said simply.

She distinctly heard a sharp intake of breath behind her, but Malfoy spoke fast enough to
cover up his momentary slip. "You don't think I can do that on my own?"

"Oh, I know you can," she assured him. "But I want to help you." She knew that her teasing
words were getting to him because she felt his hand tense just a bit underneath hers.

"You want to help me?" She was sure she could hear his smirk through his words.

She nodded, leaning back into him just enough to make contact with his chest. "Uh-huh,"
she whispered.

Malfoy pulled his head around her shoulder, and she turned her head to the side to look
at him as he spoke. "So, you're going to feel yourself up, are you?"

Hermione bit her lower lip shyly, once again, and nodded slowly. "If that's what you want,
I mean..." She was well-aware that her voice had taken on a very young tone, and she
smiled to herself, knowing what it was doing to Malfoy.

Malfoy's clear gray eyes darkened immediately at her words, but a sly smile crossed his
lips as he shook his head in disbelief. "You're driving me mad, do you know that?" She
giggled knowingly as she felt his lips press softly against the side of her neck. She was
instantly thankful for the fact that she had pulled her hair into a ponytail earlier.

Taking that as her cue to continue, she slowly twined her fingers through his and drew
both of them up above her navel. Malfoy just let her, too, which was a bit surprising, but
fulfilling nonetheless. She was gaining control; better yet, he was losing control. "Tell me
what my skin feels like," she murmured as she slowly slid their hands across her tight
abdomen.

Malfoy's lips were placing soft kisses against her neck, but he withdrew them at her
words and huskily said, "I can't believe I'm doing this."

She noted the disbelief in his voice, but it only made her more thrilled at the fact that
he was slowly succumbing to her. "Just play along," she whispered, momentarily removing
her hand from his and sliding her fingertips up the length of his lower arm and back down
to cover his hand once again. "What does it feel like?"

She felt his fingers flatten for a second before gently massaging her stomach, his own
fingertips digging into her skin just enough to be noticed. "Hmm..." he murmured into her
ear, and the feeling of his breath caused her to shiver just slightly. "Your skin is so smooth,
it feels like it could be silk. But silk is never this hot." He placed a quick kiss underneath
her ear and continued to whisper as his hand still ran across the length of her stomach.
"But it's not just soft," he told her quietly. "It's so tight and hard," he pressed his palm
against her for emphasis. "And I want to feel more."

Hermione felt herself getting turned on, but she couldn't help smiling slightly. "Do you?"
she asked in feigned surprise.

His head was so close to her own that she could feel him nod, and she definitely heard
his answer when he blew softly into her ear and whispered, "I do."

"How's this?" Hermione moved his hand higher in the slowest manner she could manage;
it was tough to move so slow, though, because she was aching to be touched. She brought
their hands to her right breast and slowly positioned his directly over it, while she covered
his hand with her own. She made sure that they were barely making contact with her bare
breast. Just as she'd thanked the decision to wear her hair up, she praised the absence of
her bra, as well.

Malfoy didn't attempt to take control of the situation; he allowed her to hold his hand in
barely there contact with her skin. "Good," he said deeply. "It could be better, though..."

"Oh, it could?" Hermione pretended to be shocked. She was immensely enjoying this little
teasing-fest. "Tell me what would make it better."

She heard him give a small laugh, but he continued to play along just as she'd suggested.
"Well, I could touch you harder than this... That would be a start."

Hermione pressed her hand down harder onto his, causing his own hand to crush into her
breast a bit more aggressively than before. "Like this?" she asked, forcing herself not to get
too anxious.

"Mmm-hmm," he murmured into her ear, his tongue darting out to lightly lick at the area
right below her lobe. "And I'm pretty good at massages," he told her deeply.

God, Hermione knew that. Still, if she was going to succeed in seducing him, she would
have to keep herself under control. Continuing with their game, she once again intertwined
their fingers. This time, however, she moved her hand in a circular motion, causing his hand
to follow suit. The sensations shooting through her were so intense, she thought for sure
she was going to give in and let him take over, but surprisingly, he continued on with their
play and whispered once more into her ear.

"I like that," he admitted quietly. "What about you?"

She was pleased with his willingness, so she nodded. "I really like it." Feeling extremely
naughty, she turned her head just barely and caught his eyes. They were staring at her intently,
and Malfoy seemed to be waiting eagerly for the rest of her statement. "In fact," she
whispered, never breaking the eye contact, "it's making me really wet."

Malfoy's hand immediately stopped moving, and his eyes darkened even more still. She
was sure she could actually see the breath catch in his throat; she could certainly feel his
physical reaction to her words, as she was sitting on his lap. His stupid little smirk was
definitely gone, she noted with satisfaction. Swallowing once, Malfoy watched her carefully.
"Can we move our little lesson down there?" he asked in a voice much lower than any
she'd heard him use before.

Hermione had him exactly where she wanted him, and she was not about to rush things.
Shaking her head seriously, she said,
"We're not done here, yet. Good things come to those who wait, Malfoy."

He nodded slowly and barely said, "Okay."

Turning her head away from his once again, she pressed her hand onto his once again and
started the circular motion once again, slowly at first and then faster. Malfoy leaned in to
nibble gently on her ear as he picked up the speed right along with her. Hermione felt her
breath getting out of control, and she asked the next question. "Tell me what you like about
this," she urged.

"It's making your nipple very hard and stiff," he kissed her neck. "I want to make it even
harder." His breath was about as ragged as Hermione's assumed hers would be if she
weren't fighting with every ounce of willpower to keep herself poised.

"Do this, then," she said gently. She moved her hand to curl around his forefinger and
thumb and led them to the nipple. She pressed her fingers over his, causing a pinching
motion. "Or this," she suggested as she moved her hand until hers was under his instead
of on top of it. She flicked her own fingers across her nipple and pressed down in exactly
the way she wanted him to touch her.

When she took the initiative to touch herself, Malfoy nearly choked. "Goddamn," he
muttered before taking over and teasing her in exactly the way she had demonstrated.
Hermione loosely held onto his wrist as his hand did all the work now, and she finally
allowed herself to show her reaction.

Her breathing sped up rather quickly, and she couldn't help the moaning that was building
and finally escaping from the back of her throat. "That's perfect," she managed to mutter.
As his right hand worked on her breast, she felt his other hand which had previously been
resting beside of her leg gradually move onto it and start rubbing rather gently. Going
strictly on her own reactions, Hermione felt her lower body start rotating over his in a
most provocative way. Malfoy muttered something that she couldn't quite make out
before attacking the side of her neck once again, running his tongue from the bottom of
her earlobe to the top of her shoulder blade and running tiny kisses back up.

Finally, not trusting herself to keep any sort of control for much longer, Hermione parted
her legs just slightly and slid her left hand through the crack. His own legs were parted under
hers, and her hand found its way to its target quite easily. As soon as she'd touched him,
Hermione heard Malfoy draw a sharp breath. She rested her hand over him, being careful
not to do anything but lightly touch him.

Turning her head to look into his eyes yet again, she grinned mischievously. Malfoy was
watching her, obviously quite anxious for the next stage of her seducement. Licking her
lips in what she hoped was a terribly seductive way, she clearly asked, "Can I touch you
there?"

Malfoy's infamous smirk crossed his lips before he leaned in to place them quickly against
hers. Upon withdrawing them, he said, "The correct question is may you, and yes, you may."
He raised his eyebrows at her. "Feel free to do whatever you please."

Hermione, though upset at having her grammar corrected, was extremely satisfied with
herself.

By the end of the night, she'd have him begging for more.
 
 
 

So? Oh, come on, you guys. You KNEW I couldn't do this in one chapter. Feedback will
speed me up, I promise ;-)

PS- This is especially for Key who did her best to give me inspiration. ;-) Sorry, it took so
long. (AND STILL CHANGE THE HAIR TO RED!!! J/K!)
 

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