Dramione Smut-Book

Holy Fuckboy

Draco
      I stroll down the hallways of Hogwarts. Just about every girl I pass they swoon. All except for one lone girl. And that girl is Hermione Granger. All she does is snarl in disgust and walk away. I can't have any of that. Im always up for a challenge. So I wait. I wait until her free period to get her alone. To make her swoon under my touch. Her class, History, ends. And as she is the last one out of class, I grip her arm and steer her away from the traffic. She gasps, trying to tug her arm away from me.
"What are you doing Malfoy?" She hisses.
"I found that you're the only girl that doesn't swoon under my touch. And I must say, that idea intrigues me," I respond, clutching her arm in a bruising manner.
"There is a reason for that. It's called I'm not into big-headed assholes such as yourself!" She grits through her teeth, yanking her arm from my hand.
My mouth hangs open in shock. I grit my teeth and retaliate. "Well Mrs. Granger. I would assume that a mudblood like you should be thankful,"
Her eyes sadden. "You're just like the rest of them. A cold-hearted DeathEater." She responds.
      My eyes harden at the label I've tried so hard to get rid of. I snake my arms around her waist and flush her against my chest in a purposefully bone crushing hug. I latch my lips to hers roughly, running one of my hands through her hair, tugging harshly. She gasps, trying to pull back but i wont let her. Then she finally kisses back much harder, clawing at my chest, sure to leave marks.
"I hate you," I grunt through the kiss.
"I hate you more," she sneers.
      I pull her away from me, pulling her shirt over her head, leaving her in a white push up bra and her modest plaid skirt. She flicks her hands towards the buttons on my shirt, undoing them quickly before letting my shirt fall to the floor. Her once bushy hair nice and tidy is now slightly disheveled. I shove her into the wall, tank in down her skirt, showing off her white underwear. I lift her leg, throwing it around my waist as I undo my fly and move her panties aside. I flick my eyes to her.
"Virgin or not?" I ask, my straining cock itches for attention.
"Virgin," she responds through gritted teeth.
I smile devilishly. I slowly inch my cock inside of her, feeling her tight heat envelope me little by little. "Damn Granger,"
      She yelps in pain. I pull back and thrust back into her, loving the way she yelps in pain yet she thrusts herself forwards, like she can't get enough. I hate her. I hate her so much that it feels good to be inside of her. I hate her so much that I might love her. If that makes sense. I start going faster, almost at an alarming pace as she groans and yelps, gripping my shoulders tightly, leaving crescent shaped indents on my shoulders.
"Malfoy," she chokes out. "I think im going to cum,"
I grunt. "Cum,"
      She bites her lip as she moans out loudly, almost to a yell as she tips over the edge, Cumming hard all over my length. I groan, pumping a cpipke more times before pulling out, pushing her to her knees. She seems to know what to do, leaning in and wrapping her lips around my member, pumping her mouth and sucking. I groan. I cum hard in hot spurts in her mouth, feeling her swallow around me. She pulls off of me, grinning wildly. I stand up, doing my buttons and pulling my shirt on.
"Next week. Same time," was all I said before I walk away from her. But not before I hear her say something that doesn't quite make sense to me.
"Such a fuckboy," she whispers to herself before moving to get dressed herself.