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Sometimes Hate Is a Good Thing

by Hermione-G-Weasley
 
 

Chapter 16
Hermione Granger: Seductress
 

He was amused. Yes, he was honest to God amused.

The little bitch was actually gaining some leeway in her little seduction act. He was actually
allowing her to take advantage of him.

And he was amused.

He was amused mainly by the fact that she thought she was going to complete her little
project. Draco could have laughed if he hadn’t been so distracted by the feeling of her
hand on his cock. Honestly, he’d been distracted by every single thing she had done that
evening. Who would have ever guessed that letting a girl take the upper hand could be
so enjoyable? Draco had grown up in a very male-dominated environment, and he’d just
naturally assumed that the only way to enjoy sex was to be in control of the entire situation
at all times.

Granger had proved him wrong.

She was very much in control of the situation at the moment, and he was very much
enjoying himself. He’d been fantasizing about her for a long while, and yes, many of
those little fantasies had included the image of Granger touching herself; he’d found
it highly arousing. But here she was, in the flesh, touching herself and all the while 
“teaching” him exactly how to touch her as well.

It was erotic as hell.

He could never have guessed in his wildest dreams that she could be so… so
tantalizingly naughty. She had changed so much in her years at Hogwarts; she’d turned
somehow into a sex goddess. She was still an annoying, bitchy, little know-it-all, but
she was also the best lay he had ever had.

Draco felt her arch her back before applying just the tiniest of pressure with her hand.
He drew in a short breath, though he made sure not to let her hear this.

“You’re already really hard,” she observed, her voice intoxicating in itself.

He smiled at her, flashing what he knew to be brilliant white teeth in her direction. “You
made me that way.”

Granger gave what he knew was a very feigned, surprised innocent look. “Did I?”

He nodded, leaning around to kiss her slightly swollen lips. With his face only inches
from hers after pulling out of the kiss, he whispered, “Yeah. What did I do to you?”

Granger raised her eyebrows and instantly removed both of her hands from his body.
Before he could even protest, though, she’d moved those same hands to the top of her
pants where she used one to slip the button out and the other to unzip the fly. Pulling
apart the material just a bit, she said in a very bossy sort of voice. “Give me your hand
again.”

This time he didn’t even question her. He offered her both hands, in fact, but she chose
only his right one. Holding her own hand over it, she shifted slightly as she slipped them
both into the front of her pants. He felt her guide them lower, allowing him to feel the
satiny material of her panties on the way down. All at once, though, the satiny material
turned extremely slippery, and he could feel her wetness seeping through the thin material.
With the hand that was grasping his, Granger pressed down just enough to really give
Draco an answer to his question.

“That’s what you do to me,” she answered breathlessly, her eyes closing every-so-slowly
as Draco felt one of her fingertips leave the top of his hand and droop down to sweep over
the area of the panties covering her opening.

Draco could have exploded right then and there. He didn’t know how, but this little bitch
definitely knew what she was doing. He was going to go mad by the end of the night, even
die of pleasure maybe… Oh well, at least he’d go with a smile on his face.

“Well, if you’re this,” he licked her earlobe quickly while gently rubbing her through her
panties, “wet…” He kissed her neck. “And I’m this,” he grabbed his free hand in her own
and brought it between their legs to rest on his own area of need, “hard…” He moved her
hand to rub him in exactly the same fashion she was doing. “Why don’t we get to it then?”

Granger’s head was lolling to one side, but she managed to shake it enough to show him
that the answer to his proposition was no. “Not yet,” she gasped as their hands worked
away at each other.

She was bloody frustrating, but he wasn’t about to change one single thing about this
experience for anything in the world. “Why not?” he asked, running his fingers up and
down her wetness. “You want it, right?”

She nodded briefly and breathlessly said, “Yes, I want it. Do you?”

He closed his fingers around her own and squeezed them over the bulge in his pants.
“Desperately.”

“Well, I told you before,” she whispered, turning her head to brush her tongue over his
lips briefly, “Good things come to those who wait… And trust me,” she added wickedly,
“good things will come.”

He groaned involuntarily at her innuendo, and looked at her disbelievingly. “Where the
hell do you come up with this shit?” he asked, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

She just returned the tiny smile, mischief gleaming in her chocolate eyes. “I’m full of
surprises…” With one last stroke to both herself and Draco, she removed both of their
hands and stood up. With her back still facing him, she moved her hands to the top of
her pants and pushed them down, wiggling a bit to slide them over her slender hips.
When she’d gotten them down a bit, she leaned over and pulled them the rest of the
way, obviously making sure Draco got a very nice view of her ass.

And Draco definitely took notice of what a fine ass it was. He’d caught glimpses of it
loads of other times, as she simply loved showing it off under her tiny little school skirts.
But this was different. This time, she was actually undressing with the intention for him
to notice.

She kicked off her shoes and completely removed the pants. She turned to him, grinning,
clad in nothing except the pink sweater and black silk panties. Her legs were long even
without the presence of her normal platform Mary Jane shoes. And they were slender and
toned just like every other part of her body had proved to be. Standing before him like
that, she was driving Draco crazy with the need to touch her.

She noticed the look on his face and bit her lower lip. “What do you want to do now?”
she asked innocently.

Draco knew exactly what he wanted to do, but it was quite evident that Granger wanted
to prolong the inevitable for as long as humanly possible. He’d humor her. He was enjoying
himself, after all.

“Well, I really want to run my hand down your leg,” he told her deeply, looking at her
expectantly.

Granger’s innocent look faded as a wicked little smirk covered her lightly freckled face.
She didn’t used to have those freckles, Draco knew. They’d appeared at the same time
Weasley’s had started to fade- almost as though he’d found a spell that could transfer a
few of his own freckles to his female best friend. They were cute actually- the kind of
freckles that just barely splayed over the bridge of her nose and onto her cheeks in tiny,
light brown designs.

She slowly, extremely slowly, walked over and stood in front of him. He didn’t know
whether this was his cue to reach out and do what he’d suggested or if she was going
to keep up her little game and give him exact instructions.

In answer to his silent pondering, Granger deftly lifted one leg and positioned it on the
side of his lap, so that one leg was bent over him while the other still supported her
weight on the ground. Draco’s eyes slid slowly up and over the dangerously long leg
resting beside him.

“So, touch it,” she said firmly, her eyes boring into him expectantly.

Draco certainly didn’t need to be prompted twice. He placed his right hand on her knee
while allowing his left to rest on the back of her ankle. He did nothing but slightly touch
her before looking up into her expectant eyes.  “Now?” he asked, pretending he needed
coaching.

“Now, take your fingertips and slide them up my calf…” she said quietly, her normally
brown eyes threatening to turn as black as Potter’s hair at any second.

Draco nodded, and he did as he was told. Extremely slowly, so as to torture her as she
was him, he let his forefinger and middle finger draw a tiny swirling design on the back of
her ankle before sliding those same fingers up the back of her calf. He saw her shiver in
what he knew was not a voluntary motion, but she managed to turn the eroticism back to
him by the way her body quivered when his fingers stopped their journey and rested on
the back of her knee. He hooked his arm under her knee and held it there while he leaned
in and placed a soft kiss against the side of her knee. She let out a soft sigh as he placed a
few more kisses gradually up the length of her inner-thigh, his hand rubbing smoothly
behind the trail he was leaving with his lips.

Suddenly Granger shifted, and she pulled her leg out of its current position and returned it
to the floor to rest beside her other. Draco looked up at her, confused for only a moment.
“I wasn’t done yet,” he told her, eyebrows raised.

Granger gave him a very seductive look before shaking her head. “Later,” she mumbled
as she placed the knee of one leg on one side of them and the knee of the other on the
other side of him in the chair. She was now straddling him on her knees. In her current
position, Draco was well aware of the breasts hidden by the sweater that were right in
front of his face. He looked up, not quite believing that he was still allowing this to go on.
But
still… Damn if he wasn’t enjoying himself beyond belief.

Granger was staring back at him, and she dipped her head carefully to smash her lips
against his, taking him in a hungry and needy kiss. She grasped his chin in her hands and
held his face to hers. Wanting to touch her even more, Draco raised both of his hands to
rest against the back of her thighs, right below her butt. He allowed his hands to slowly
run up and down her upper leg as she rocked slightly forward and back during the kiss.

When she rocked her body forward and up against his bare chest, he let out an inaudible
groan. He felt her grin against his lips, as one hand left his chin and reached behind her to
gently and teasingly squeeze him. He jumped at the sudden relocation before she finally
lowered herself onto his lap, settling with her knees tightly around his lap.

She pulled out of the kiss and gave him an unmistakable look of victory. When she spoke,
her voice was taunting and yet sultry all at the same time.

“I’m going to make you lose control.”
 
 
 

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