Redemption.

Chapter 11

Draco was waiting with baited breath. He was never a man to take a woman unwillingly, and drawing away from Granger had been the hardest thing he'd done. He was afraid of what he'd become if she was around him. Some wild, carnal beast probably.

She wasn't looking at him, but staring down at her feet deep in thought. His cock twitched- no, jumped- in his pants when his eyes fell on the rise and fall of her breasts. He could see her nipples straining against the satin of her blue bra, and he had to refrain himself from squeezing them.
"Granger...tell me to stop." he said, but she looked up and he was lost in the intensity of her brown eyes.

"I- I'm still...I'm still a- a virgin." she stammered, blushing furiously.

"I know." he said, softly brushing the back of his hands against her creamy cheeks.

She looked curious. "You do?"

Draco nodded, then sighed. "Granger, I'm not someone who's soft and slow. I'm hard, fast and angry. I take control. And obviously you don't want it-"

"I want it." she muttered, not looking at him.

"Come again?" he said, not sure if he'd heard her correctly.

Now she looked up and he was struck by how beautiful she truly was. "I want it." she said more confidently. Draco's heart hammered in his chest after hearing those words. Merlin, if she continued saying things like that he might as well take her right there in the bathroom. Right now. 

Something silver streaked into the bath, and they both sprang apart. It was a silver cat, a patronus. Professor McGonagall's patronus. 

McGonagall's voice spoke to them "I request the head girl and head boy to meet me in my office immediately." 

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Draco Malfoy, what in the name of Merlin is wrong with you? Draco was sitting in his dark room. It was the middle of the night. He cringed as his words came floating back to him.

Tell me to stop.  

What had he been thinking? 

YOU SHALL COMMIT THE BIGGEST SIN OF YOUR LIFE! he kept telling himself but it was no use. He knew he wanted to be Hermione's first. Draco froze. Had he just though Hermione? And not Granger? He felt light headed and dizzy. Something was definitely wrong with him. He could sense it. Since when did he become such a pussy? Talking like a caring boyfriend, soothing and sensitive. He was THE DRACO MALFOY.
I don't do romance.

Moreover, he felt like he didn't deserve her. How could he? Every time he saw her, he either wanted to rip her clothes off and devour her, or burn in hell fire for giving her so much pain in the past. She deserved someone nice. Some genuine guy, who had no issues, who'd take care of her. 

Not me, he thought, bitterly.