DRAGON'S HEARTSTRINGS || dramione | harry potter

Chapter Seventeen

Hermione gasped from the unexpected attack of his lips, her entire body shuddering, overcome with sensations. His hard-muscled body rammed her further into the mattress until he was all she felt. She squirmed under his weight, wishing to get the sense of space back, but his hands held her in place by her waist, and he became all that ever existed. When she calmed, he grabbed both of her breasts, squeezing and kneading them through the fabric of her shirt while his hips jerked into her, setting her core on fire, making her middle instinctively push into his groin.

He leaned back just as startingly as he had ambushed her. His eyes were half-lidded, he breathed heavily through his mouth, she felt his hot exhale on her skin as she too tried to catch her breath, readying herself for another siege.

"Tell me to stop," he commanded. "Tell me to stop and I'll let you go."

Somehow Hermione managed to pull her arm out of the clutch his body had on her, and she reached it out, touching his cheek gently. "Don't stop," she whispered.

A muscle in his jaw twitched, and his eyes turned dark. "You don't want this."

"I do. I want you to go on," she assured him.

It hurt her that he was doubting whether this was a good idea, and it hurt her even more when she wondered if he even truly wanted her or if he was going to take her just because there was nobody else around.

He scrutinized her expression a bit longer and she tried to keep her face honest and open. Seeming somewhat satisfied with what he found, he resumed kissing her, letting his hands slide under her shirt to pinch her nipples, and when she moaned, he ripped her shirt in half in one wild gesture, exposing her breasts to him. He stared for a little while, leaning in to give each of them his undivided attention.

"These fucking tits. Making me crazy," he mumbled, and his mouth descended on one of her nipples while he pinched the other between his fingers. Hermione tried to look down at what he was doing to her, but all she saw was his white hair, and the feelings of the flick of his tongue, the bite of his teeth, and the suction of his lips on her breasts triggered in her were hard to comprehend – Hermione rolled her head back and closed her eyes, moaning and whimpering, unable to control the sounds and shudders that escaped her. After harassing her breasts until their skin became red and the nipples were swollen, Malfoy moved lower to take off her trousers in one swift move that told her this was not the first time he was undressing a woman. He brought down her knickers already sullied with her arousal, and stared at her sex, touching the nether lips with his fingers softly. "So beautiful," he murmured to himself. "Already so fucking wet for me." He slid his digits through her seeping folds, mesmerized by the way her cunt glistened in the low light only for him.

Hermione raised her head to look at his moving fingers. Malfoy pulled down his own trousers together with his briefs and pulled out his cock, red and angry, the head of it shiny with precum. Hermione had never seen male genitals in real life up close, but she was sure he was a lot bigger than the average. She swallowed thickly, licking her lips with her tongue. He saw what she was staring at, and, when she looked up to his face, she saw him smirk for the first time ever, even the scar didn't get in the way. Hermione felt her face flush. Malfoy's eyes turned borderline sinister. He was about to wreck her. And if he were to have any doubts, she was ready to beg him to destroy her.

He positioned himself at her entrance and invaded her in one sudden motion. She cried out even while trying not to. Malfoy looked down at her face, seeming like a merciless invader as he set the pace, ignoring her mewls of pain, perhaps mistaking them to be caused by his size and not because this was her first time.

"Fuck," he bit out. "You're so fucking tight."

His hips hit hers and he grabbed her thighs, pulling her knees up to rest on his shoulders, slamming into her with his lower body while she clenched the sheets with her fists.

It was done. It was over. He took her, he had what he wanted, he got what he married her for. She doesn't owe him anything more. That's what Hermione thought as she closed her eyes, breathing through the pain of her hymen tearing, trying to hold in the tears. Five more thrusts later, Malfoy stopped his intrusion. She opened her eyes to see him peering down to where they were connected. There was blood on her nether lips, on her inner thighs, and on his cock. He pulled out, looking at her face, his mouth forming a hard line.

"Tell me it's not what I think it is," he hissed. Hermione stared up at him with wide eyes, not answering. "You're not a virgin," he gritted out, not asking. He stated, clearly aware that wasn't true.

"Not anymore," she said breathlessly.

Malfoy bit his teeth. His face cleared of all and any emotion, and Hermione felt she was losing him. He was about to get away from her when she reached out her hand to grasp his forearm. "Don't go. I want this, please," she pleaded quietly, watching with delight as his expression softened at her voice almost imperceptibly.

He moved back to her – slowly, stalking back like an animal, his lips descending back on her mouth, and he prodded his cock back into her, this time gradually, giving her time to adjust as he distracted her with kisses while grabbing her hair with one of his hands. He started moving gently inside of her and she wrapped her hands around his neck, looking at him. Malfoy watched her with a deeply focused expression like he was trying to solve a puzzle. She recognized that look – the one of obsession, of ownership, of having control. She was his. It was undeniable.

She liked to feel like his. Even if that wasn't real.

He kept his thrusts relatively shallow and deliberate, and Hermione was waiting for him to come, already planning ahead to make a contraception potion right after they were done. She was so focused on what she'll do next that she didn't even notice a knot of tension curling in her lower belly. It felt like anxiety rising but something was off. Malfoy's eyes were deep and piercing, he stared at her, daring for her to think of anything else but him—she couldn't. There were only the two of them, looking at one another, moving as one, the pain of hers long gone, giving space for something else, something big, something that will make her get off the edge—

Oh. Oh.

The cry that burst through Hermione's lips was a mix of a moan and a mewl, letting out all the pent-up tension she had been feeling. Her whole body arched as she climaxed. Hermione wanted to close her eyes to feel through it all, but Malfoy's hand moved to grab her jaw, forcing her to look at him. Her inner walls began clenching uncontrollably as she wailed with release, and he was done for, too. She felt his body stiffen as he gritted his teeth and groaned in her ear, heaving his cock into her a few more times before she felt his hot seed coat her insides. She almost came a second time just from the feel of his spent burying itself in her, but her first climax had just washed over her, and she would've collapsed from it if she wasn't already lying in bed on her back.

Malfoy slumped forward, almost falling on top of her, but he gathered himself at the very last moment and kneeled in front of her, taking his wand from the bedside table. Firstly, he performed a cleaning charm that made her blood and his come disappear from her sex and inner thighs, then he spoke a contraceptive charm – Fertilicae Disruptus – that made a soft yellowish light appear from his wand. It spread down her lower belly, inducing a sensation of warmth there. Hermione only watched him work, too exhausted to do anything.

"Thank you," she mumbled.

Malfoy gave her a pointed look. She didn't know if he was angry with her or if he felt trapped by what they did. After all, it was just sex, nothing more, surely as the High Reeve he must've had a bunch of pureblood women lining up to have him as their partner. Hermione promised herself not to feed into her own delusions and not to take this for anything it wasn't.

She moved to leave, convinced he wouldn't want her in his bed, but his hands wrapped around her like a wise, blocking her mobility. She felt him lay by her side as he snuggled his face into the tangle of her hair, now frizzy and sweaty.

"You're not going anywhere," he whispered into her ear.

Hermione turned to him. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I should've told you before, I didn't mean to upset you."

He retreated his face from her hair, slight annoyance mixed with disbelief evident in his eyes. "Don't be ridiculous, Granger. You have nothing to apologize for." He kissed her lips for a long minute, and when he drew back, Hermione was fervently trying to catch her breath. Something dark, and dangerous, and possessive glinted in his eyes. "However, I must let you know that you have no idea what you've just gotten yourself into. You're all mine now."