From Wiltshire, With Love

Chapter 27

Fuck.

Hermione had let her guard down since they watched the movies. She had been horrified that she had fallen asleep in front of Malfoy, but he hadn't done anything. That night and his gratitude from having the implant taken out gave her a false sense of security. She had gotten complacent. Now he was making his move.

She had been so stupid to trust him.

She flew out of the chair towards the door, but he stalked over to her, blocking her exit from the room with his arm. She tried to use her combat training, but he quickly pinned her to the wall, grabbing her arms and shoving his thigh between her legs before she could knee him in the bollocks.

Fueled purely by adrenaline, she tried to wriggle out of his grasp, wrenching her arms, trying to elbow him in the face. Her terror mounted and she reached to pry one of the wands out of his other hand, but he held both of her wrists easily, pushing them upwards and pinning them above her head against the wall. She strained forward to bite him, but he leaned back, just out of reach, and leered down at her.

"Want me to fuck you, Granger?"

Hermione abruptly stopped struggling and stared into Malfoy's eyes, flashing down at her. She was panting, chest heaving with the effort of trying to get away. He glanced to her breasts and then back up into her eyes, giving her a sensual smile. Immediately, the fear propelling her racing heart morphed into something else entirely and she became acutely aware of his body, his heat, and the fact that his lips were mere inches from her own. A slow, tenacious warmth started to spread between her thighs. He flexed his thigh muscle at her juncture, and she felt herself clench.

What the hell was he trying to do?

Hermione swallowed. "No," her voice trembled. She had to be firm. Whatever this was, she had to end it. Now. She cleared her throat and tried again. "No, I don't." She pulled on her arms, trying to free her wrists from his relentless grip, but his fingers tightened.

Malfoy raised an eyebrow and slid his thigh against her core in between her legs. Horrified, she felt a pull, a clear distinct physical tightening between her legs. He shoved their wands in his back pocket and rested his other hand on her waist, and his fingers traveled under the hem of her jumper, making her skin tingle.

He continued in a low, husky voice. "How about I bend you over your bed, rip your pants down and pound into you while you scream?"

Her nipples hardened at the imagery. Where was this even coming from? His fingers inched higher, over her rib cage. She tried again to wriggle her hands out of his grasp and failed. Taking a deep breath, she summoned the same firmness as before.

"Absolutely not." Her throat was dry, but at least her voice wasn't trembling anymore. "Let me go, Malfoy."

He lowered his face until his breath ghosted her lips. His chest pressed into her breasts. "You're terrible at lying, Granger." He rocked his pelvis into her as he spoke, and she felt how hard he was. "Lie to me," his voice was caress on her skin.

Hermione's eyes widened in surprise. It was a test! A test of her ability as an Occlumens and she had just failed miserably. Malfoy had been warning her repeatedly of the need to Occlude properly and was now checking on her progress.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She couldn't look at him while she prepared herself. His thigh moved back and forth between her legs again and his fingers travelled higher towards her breast. Everywhere he touched her skin was so hot.

She whimpered but focused on clearing her mind.

Snow falling on a frozen pond. Tiny snowflakes. One snowflake hitting the ice and blending in with the others. She opened her eyes and was able to observe his intense gaze half hidden by his fringe without being affected by it. She felt her eyes glaze over slightly.