High (A Harry Potter Fanfiction--Dramione)

Stop Sucking on My Neck

It had been the longest Potions lesson Hermione could ever remember. A true test from Merlin himself. Arithmancy was better, as Hermione was able to sit in the front of the class, taking notes and keeping to herself, but that didn't stop Malfoy from waiting for her in the hall after class and pulling her into a nearby alcove before slamming his lips down on hers.
"Malfoy!" She exclaimed, pushing him off of her. "What are you doing? Can't you wait until tonight?"

"No I bloody well cannot. Not after that Potions class." He claimed her lips again. This time she didn't protest. She threw herself into the kiss, opening her mouth to allow him access to her tongue, which he claimed gratefully. He pushed her up against the wall, his tongue playing with her own. Sucking and tasting her, allowing her fragrance to penetrate his senses. He was pretty sure that if it were possible, he'd powder her and snort her like a drug.

Hermione pulled back when the bell rang announcing lunch. "We should go."

"Yeah, Granger. Go eat. You'll need your strength for later," his tone full of promise.

She rolled her eyes in response. "No one can see us leaving together. I'll go first." She pulled out a small mirror from her bag to examine her appearance, as she did not wish to announce to the entire castle that she had just spent the past quarter of an hour snogging in an alcove. She fixed her shirt, smoothed her hair, checked her neck, and fixed Malfoy with a serious look.

"Also, could you refrain in the future from leaving marks all over my neck? Lavender Brown noticed them this morning before I could cast a glamour and I'd rather not prance around the castle looking like a large pellet of Ferret food." Malfoy rolled his eyes.

"Cute. And also...not a chance. If you're so concerned about it, maybe you should fix yourself before some nosy bimbo has a chance to notice."

"You're not worried someone will find out?"

"Granger, even if Brown had irrefutable proof that it was me hooking up with you, nobody would ever believe her."

"Maybe, but for the sake of decorum—"

"Leave off, Granger. I'm not going to hold back when we're together. If I want to pull you into an alcove and snog you, I will. If I want to grope your arse in Potions, I will. And if I want to suck on your neck when I'm fucking you, I bloody well will."

Her eyes narrowed dangerously. "Careful, Malfoy. I enjoy you, I really do, but don't think for a moment that I'm one of your Slytherin whores who'll just let you do whatever you want to her. If it's going to be like that then we can end this right now."

"Why the bloody hell are you so offended? All I'm saying is that it's unreasonable to expect me not to leave a love bite or two. Furthermore, I don't think that's really what you want. You certainly didn't seem to complain about anything I did to you yesterday."

"You are the most impossible person I've ever met! Why can I not have one conversation with you that doesn't end in me wanting to castrate you?"

"And deprive yourself, Granger? Look...all I'm saying is that in the grand scheme of things, this...thing we're doing is a hell of a lot more risky than me leaving a mark on your neck."

"So by that logic, we should just stop entirely?"

Draco's heart rate increased. "Whoa, calm down. Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Neither one of us wants that. And you're the impossible one by the way. You're the most stubborn person I've ever met and you call me spoiled, but you can't stand to not have things exactly your way. You don't actually care about the love bites. You're just miffed that I'm not some cowering little fuckboy like Weasley who'll let you just walk all over him."

She glowered, "Keep it up, Malfoy and it'll be a lonely night for you and your wand hand."

Draco bristled. He could see he wasn't going to get anywhere with her the way he was going. "Alright! If it's so important to you, then how about we compromise? Before you leave, I'll personally heal any love bites I leave in visible places. That'll keep the Brown bint off your back and we can still go crazy on each other. How does that sound?"

Hermione was surprised to hear the word "compromise" fall from Malfoy's lips. She huffed. Maybe she was being a little unreasonable.

"Yeah, good, okay. But you have got to be more careful when we're in public. Leering at me in the Great Hall, groping me in Potions class...we'll get caught if you keep that up."

"So if we get caught...what then? We stop?"

Hermione sighed. "I don't know. I just know that neither one of us needs the extra complication. I...I don't want to stop, but if we're going to keep doing this, then we need to be clever about it."

He released a breath he didn't realize he was holding. She was right. Of course she was right. And she did say that she didn't want to stop. That was promising. He knew that he would probably agree to almost anything if it meant that she would keep seeing him.

He softened. "Okay, Hermione. Whatever you want."

Her eyes widened at his use of her name. She wasn't aware that he even knew it. Her face flushed hotly and she looked up at him shyly through her eyelashes and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you, Draco. See you tonight."

"See you tonight." He grinned like a fool.