Blood Upon A Snow

Chapter 6

She was silent. It was an unusual thing to have her be quiet. Her face was always so expressive that the absence of it was a little unnerving.

Yet strangely pleasant. At least for Malfoy.

He wasn't sure how to define it, but it made something in his gut twitch like there was a tickling sensation behind his abdomen when he looked at her.

Her face remained impassive, like stone. She had a way of staring at people that seemed as though her eyes were looking right into their souls.

It was a look that could freeze you solid and make you feel as if your bones were melting. Hermione was angry but submissive. Which was all that mattered at the moment.

"The moment you say no I will stop." He said flatly.

She knew that. She knew that as bad and corrupt as Malfoy is, he is not a rapist. She is here out of her own will. Laying on his bed, his body lingering above hers, their faces mere inches apart.

His hand grazed along her collarbone, trailing his fingers across her neck until he found the place where she would meet his lips. His teeth brushed against her chin and her jawline in an intimate caress, almost as if he were trying to memorize her face. Then the tip of his tongue slipped between her teeth, and her breath caught in her throat.

Their kiss was tender, much to Hermione's surprise. Malfoy was known for a lot of things but being tender was not one of them.

She'd been kissed before, plenty of times by guys who were appropriate for her. And yet here with this.., she felt welcomed. Like this wasn't a chore to Malfoy, or a task to accomplish.

Like it wasn't Malfoy at all but someone entirely different.

So, for just one tiny second she allowed herself to enjoy it. To forget about the outside world. To pretend nothing is wrong.

And then, as abruptly as it began, his lips pulled away from hers.  He moved away from her, making her skin tingle with cold. 

He closely observed every inch of her face. His expression was almost predatory.

“You seem surprised, Granger.” He said in a low, soft voice that sounded like silk against her ears. The corners of his mouth turned up into the smallest of smiles. “I thought you'd have more... experience.”

He leaned forward so close they were nearly nose to nose. He licked his lips in an obscene manner. "And to think I would have the honor..."

His fingers trailed down her throat, tracing across her collarbone until they stopped at her breasts. He squeezed them gently, eliciting another moan that came out as a whisper.

"To teach you." He took advantage of her open mouth to kiss it again, this time harder and longer.

"To teach you." He took advantage of her open mouth to kiss it again, this time harder and longer.

His touch became rougher, less refined. "How to please me." His eyes glazed over in lustful anticipation.

Hermione slowly raised her hand to lightly touch his cheek. She could feel the rough stubble beneath her fingertips and the warmth emanating from his body.

It was enough to make her head spin. It made it difficult to focus on anything beyond the sensation of his lips pressing against her own.

"That's not something I'm interested in learning." Her breath caught in her chest when he let out a small laugh at her statement.

"You wound me." He whispered with a smile,  running his fingers through her hair.

When he moved away from her again, she could hear him swallow hard. Her gaze shifted downward and she saw the way he looked at her chest, which rose and fell with her breaths. His eyebrows raised slightly in interest. "I can show you, Granger."