Bond ~ Dramione

Chapter 2 - Part 2

Chapter 2: Part Two

Summary:

Hermione returns to Bond to find Draco Malfoy in good spirits. That is, until she pisses him off.
Notes:

More Kink. More lemons. You've been warned. THANK YOU WAYMAY FOR EDITING THIS! 3
~A.

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"You came back."

His voice sounded surprised, but his eyes told a different story. He sat sprawled back against a corner lounge chair in the very corner of Tier One, dressed in casual slacks and charcoal button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, showing off his Morsmordre Mark. On his face sat that tell-all domino mask as he smirked up at her from her feeble stance at the other end of a coffee table that separated them. An array of empty containers sat on top of it, and judging by the way Blaise and Pansy were going at it with their tongues next to him, everyone had gotten their fill of alcohol. Malfoy didn't look at all troubled as Pansy began to dry-rut against Blaise's lap, causing the lounge to shake ever so slightly.

Hermione patted down her blue pencil skirt, nervously trying to dry the clamminess of her hands. Why did she come back? What good could possible come from it? Curiosity, it seemed, was a drug that she became addicted to as a child. Perhaps that's why she couldn't leave well enough alone. She knew coming here meant she was attracted to him, and that's why she walked through those doors alone to herself that Malfoy intrigued her was one thing. Admitting it to Luna? A whole other ballpark.

"I did."

"Good girl." His complimentary words sent a shiver through her. He patted his lap, and her eyes widened. "Come. Sit."

"No, thank you." She shook her head; her body silently keened in response. Godric, she was being stubborn, but it was bold of him to ask it of her. Didn't he know what kind of a person she was? Maybe that's why he did it. Because he knew.

"I wasn't asking." His smirk dropped, and he spread his legs wider, getting comfortable. "Now. Before I grow bored."

Hermione marched tersely around the table and stood before him, hands on her hips. "I came. That should be enough for you." He waited, expressionless, until, eventually, she gave in and awkwardly turned around, taking a seat on his legs. She could literally feel the smirk on the back of her neck as his hand wrapped around her torso and tugged her back against him, fitting her like a jigsaw piece to his abdomen and pelvis.

"I love your outfit," he breathed against her ear at the same time he placed a hand on her knee. "Did you dress up just for me?"

Her heart fluttered as her cheeks flushed with heat. Damn it. This was the reason why she came, wasn't it? So she could hear sultry voice whisper into her eardrum. She couldn't get it out of her head since last weekend, and had taken to working overtime just to keep from going home where she would fantasize. Deep down, Hermione knew something was lit within her the moment his countdown ended that night. Admitting it had taken her nearly half the week and the other half was spent imagining all of the things that might turn up tonight. She wanted to know about the runes, the doors, and what it all meant. And she wanted Malfoy to be the one to tell her.

"Why?" she asked, turning her head to him. He looked confused. She rephrased, "Out of everyone here, why me?"

Ignoring the fact that she breezed past his question, Malfoy gave a shrug, kissing her shoulder. "Why not you?"

"Wow." She grabbed down to his hand on her leg and pushed it off, and then she crossed her arms. "Don't I just feel so special?" All week, she thought maybe she had been. Special, that was. Out of all the girls in Bond, he asked her to go to the second tier with him.