Mischief Managed

Yes, ever since their first year together at Hogwarts, it'd become painfully clear to Draco that he and that little swot Hermione Granger would never be friends, or anything even short of acquaintances.

First and second year had come and gone, as had third year, and could you believe it, she'd actually gone and punched him that year, had thrown a right hook to his handsome face, nearly broken his nose.

That was a day he hadn't easily forgotten; if he had to begrudge even an ounce of admiration, it had been a rather well-thrown right hook, striking aim with true precision.

Of course, he would never admit it out loud, he'd just as sooner eat dragon dung than speak any praise of that insufferable little Gryffindor. And yet, there was this annoying little itch at the back of his brain that would not let up, it'd stayed with him ever since that fateful day.

And then came fourth year, and she was just as obnoxious as ever, always hanging around with Potter and the Weasel, and still, that nagging itch persisted, ever present...

Along had come the Yule Ball, and oh gods, fuck, he was a goner, he knew it from the minute he'd spotted her enter the Great Hall, on the arm of that Viktor Krum bloke, dressed in those frilly pink dress robes, hair slicked up and making her look all ethereal.

For the briefest of moments that night, one of many to come, he'd felt a brief, ugly spike of jealousy creep along his insides, not of her no, Merlin, no, but of every single bloke who had the lucky fortune of laying eyes or hands on her.

It'd come on almost fast, unexplainable and unexpected, and he'd shoved it down only too reluctantly, upon the shrill tones of Pansy Parkinson in his ear, simpering and coaxing him to tell her how pretty she looked in her periwinkle dress robes, didn't she look so pretty tonight, Dray?

But his mind had kept wandering back that night, back to fleeting images of pale pink, warm brown eyes, the sound of easy laughter carried over the soft tinkling of champagne glasses and metallic echo of cutlery.

Fourth year had bled uneasily into fifth, and that itch in the back of his brain had remained, intensifying only further when he'd see her in the halls, and he worked all the harder to shut it down, he couldn't like her, he wouldn't.

News had spread after term that Granger had gone with the rest of the Order to the Ministry, had stood up with Potter and fought back against his own father and the Death Eaters. And that odd little spark had only grown, heating something dark in the depths of his insides, a reluctant sort of admiration falling into place when he'd heard what she'd done.

And now had come sixth year, and everything was going wrong, he'd been branded with the Mark, the Dark Lord was back, he only had a matter of months in which to complete the task that had been laid before him, or his entire family would pay for his failure.

And still, that damned itch at the back of his brain refused to be snuffed out, only growing more noticeable the more time he spent within any close distance of Hermione Granger. He certainly didn't miss any of the subtle looks she'd throw his way, and was that a hint of concern in her gaze the other day??

No, surely he'd been mistaken, surely she despised him just as much as he loathed her, or at least thought he did. And yet...

She'd done something new with her hair today, he'd caught a glimpse in their Potions class, it had looked rather nice, if he had to begrudgingly admit it to himself.

Wait, no, what the fuck was he saying??

"Utter nonsense," he muttered to himself as he sat there now, in a quiet corner of the library, trying to stay awake long enough to finish the last of his Charms homework. But gods, it was so warm in here, and the quiet seemed to be pressing in on all sides, smothering him and making everything feel all hazy and slow.

With a groan, Draco shoved his papers to the side, letting his head fall forward to rest against the table in front of him. He'd just take only a few moments, close his eyes just enough to try and get his head to settle, to ease some of the tension lingering in his shoulders...

He wasn't quite sure how it'd happened, one second he'd been staring at the dark wood of the table, the next second he was seeing Granger's face in front of him, looking up at him from where she sat down on her knees, those warm brown eyes darkening as they caught his own oceanic gaze...

"We can't," she breathed, even as a soft pink glow tinged the apples of her cheeks, thighs pressed together beneath her skirt, breath caught delicately at the back of her throat.

His own breath stuck in his throat as he looked down at her through his lashes, one hand moving to fist in those soft curls, tugging until she was staring up at him with wide doe eyes, and a noise similar to that of a whimper nestled there in the space between those plump lips.

A groan issued from Draco's throat, and he could feel his cock twitch, straining almost painful against the zipper of his trousers. Observant as ever, those brown eyes dropped down for a brief second, and he watched that little pink tongue swipe out along that full bottom lip, wetting it, her eyes transfixed on the outline concealed poorly beneath the fabric.

He swallowed down another groan, grip tightening in those curls, even as she let out a quiet, nervous little laugh. But fuck, was it ever music to his ears. She could have vilified him right then and there like her friends did, and he'd have thanked her, meeting his humiliation at the dulcet tones of her voice.

"My pretty girl..." he found himself muttering the words, voice hoarse with raw emotion, and her answering scoff almost undid him, the way she looked at him: all challenge and raised brow as per usual, an unreadable edge in those eyes.

"Yours?"

And his hand was tightening further in those curls, his other hand coming up to lightly grip at that delicate column of throat, and he swore he could feel the gasp there as it left her parted lips.

"Yes, mine-" he nearly growled.

Fuck, the way her pupils dilated in response-

He could replay that- would replay it- a million times over in his head afterwards...

"Yours..." she breathed, as if testing the weight of it on her tongue, in her head, how it sounded out loud. Those dark eyes shifted upwards to meet his unprompted, and something in them darkened, pupils blowing wide when he answered, "Good girl."

There was that soft rose tint to her cheeks again, lips parting further, and for a fraction of a second, his mind filled with the filthiest of thoughts, of her mouth wrapped around him...

The sound of a zipper broke the silence, Draco's gaze dropping down to see her already reaching for the edge of his boxers, her eyes ever steady on his, that same hint of challenge in their depths again, as if daring him to put a stop to this, to tell her no-

Fuck, he'd be an absolute idiot to ever say no to her, especially with her looking up at him like this, like he was suddenly the only thing she saw, the only thing she'd ever want to see...

And then all too soon she was leaning forward, those plump lips closing around him, and it was both too much and not enough, all at once, fuck-

A hiss slid out from between Draco's teeth, his grip tightening on her hair, guiding her along, and- Merlin, he wouldn't last long at all if she kept at it like this- he was trying so hard not to just give up all sense and fuck that pretty mouth of hers until she cried...

With a clenched jaw and a great deal of effort on his part, he gently eased her forward, holding her there for a second, feeling that pretty throat of hers flutter closed around him for half a beat, and gods, he was in heaven-

A light tap on the side of his thigh, and he was easing back, letting her take charge, she'd always loved to be slightly bossy with people, the little swot, didn't she? All too soon he felt that familiar dark tingle creeping in along the edge of his spine, down towards his cock, could feel himself twitch, fuck, just a little closer, a little more-

But she pulled back to stare up at him, giving a slight shake of her head- wait, was she telling him no??

"Why'd you sto-" he started, jaw tense.

"Not yet, not there," came her immediate response, and it took Draco a full minute before it clicked, a wolfish smirk slowly spreading across his face.

She wanted him to finish inside of her.

"Oh? You're quite the little slut, aren't you Granger?"

Almost immediately, those dark brows furrowed, a retort likely on the tip of her tongue, but before she could get even a syllable out, Draco reached out and gripped her by the jaw, thumb brushing along her full bottom lip.

"Tell me I'm wrong, then," he breathed.

A soft rose tint slowly spread along those cheeks in real time, pupils dilating again and breath catching, choked, in the back of her throat. "Mm. Didn't think so," Draco murmured, more than a little smug.

One more brush of his thumb along her bottom lip, before he was releasing her jaw and moving to kneel behind her, tugging her down with him onto the floor of his Common Room. It was filthy and depraved, all the things he wanted to do to her, and anyone could walk in at any moment, everyone would talk, everyone would know....

Draco bit back a groan as he slowly reached down and tugged her shirt free, fingers skimming beneath the fabric, brushing along the exposed skin of her stomach, and he took a secret delight in feeling the muscles subtly contract beneath his hand.

"Sensitive little thing, aren't you?" he murmured against the shell of her ear, tongue briefly flicking out to tease along that sweet spot, gaining further satisfaction at hearing her answering little gasp.

"And whose fault is that?" came her immediate retort, sharp and challenging on the tip of her tongue. Oh, Granger, ever the smart mouth as always...

"Yours, bet you're wet under this perfect little skirt of yours, aren't you?" he quipped back, reaching down with one hand to slip beneath the hem of her skirt, expecting to find another layer of clothing, but there's nothing, not even a scrap of fabric, to keep him out.

This revelation certainly comes as a surprise to Draco; he never would have pegged Granger as the type to go exposed under that school uniform, she just didn't seem like the type of depraved soul to do so. And yet... you learn something new every day, don't you?

"Oh, you dirty girl, you wanted this, didn't you?" Draco breathed, fingers dipping down to swipe along that sweet spot between her thighs, barely concealing a groan at what he found.

Merlin, she was fucking dripping for him.

"Of course not, don't be absur-" she started, quick as a whip, before the words cut off with quite the most un-Granger like sound Draco had ever heard. It was the sweetest of moans, almost a whimper, a siren song in his ears, and he could feel his cock give an aching throb; he wanted nothing more than to bury himself to the hilt inside her, make her take every inch-

No, patience, he had to wait this out, make sure it was every bit as perfect for her as he wanted it to be for himself...

"What was that, Granger?" Draco purred in her ear, two fingers slowly circling her clit, before pushing rather easily inside; he could've came right then and there, just from how warm and wet she was, and he could only imagine how much better it would feel if it was his cock in place of his fingers inside her.

"Fuuuck, you're so warm, pretty girl," Draco groaned, his other hand coming up to circle her throat and hold her back against him, as he began to move his other hand in and out, fingers curling up to nudge against that sensitive sweet spot.

Fuck him, was she actually panting for him??

She was, and he could've swore he heard his name fall careless and free off the tip of her tongue. "Again. Say it again, Granger-" he muttered, adding a third finger, her answering gasp echoing in his ears.

"Draco-"

"Good girl, good fucking girl," Draco gritted out, hips instinctively rutting slow and deep against hers from behind, fingers mimicking the movement inside her, bringing her closer and closer to that precipice, it would feel so good, she only needed a little bit more-

But just as soon, he was withdrawing his fingers, leaving her aching and wanting exactly as she'd left him. "Not yet, not there," he taunted lightly, an echo of her earlier words to him. He didn't miss the brief flash of indignation in those brown eyes, the way her jaw set for a second, irises darkening.

It reminded him so much of the way she'd looked at him in their third year, before she'd gone and hit him in the face. And for a fraction of a second, perhaps he expected it, but the blow never came.

No, instead, she merely made a face at him before ever so subtly settling back against him, a small sign of trust. His throat felt dry, raw, as he looked down at the sight of them together like this; how perfectly she fit against him, how small she was, he'd never really noticed before.

"I have every intention of letting you come, pretty girl, trust me," Draco breathed, pressing a tender kiss to the spot below her left ear. "But it's gonna be while you're taking every inch of me, do you understand?"

"Y-es," she whispered, breath catching on that single syllable. Oh, she was just too perfect, it would be all too easy to fucking ruin her tonight. She seemed to share the same sentiment, having pulled free from his reach just long enough to tug off her skirt, eyes never leaving his, even as her fingers deftly undid each button on her shirt.

Impatience burned hot in his lower abdomen, but Draco forced it down, focusing instead on ditching his trousers and boxers, and he could feel it, could see his tip already leaking precum. Gods, he wanted this so bad...

"Such a pretty little pussy, look at that, can't wait to fucking ruin it," Draco mumbled, guiding her down to sit in his lap, hips already rising to meet her-

"Not yet, ask properly," came her immediate response, one dark brow raising in silent challenge, an ultimatum for him: if he wanted this, he was going to have to swallow that Malfoy pride and ask her nicely, practically beg, for it.

He was Draco fucking Malfoy, he didn't beg.

And yet...

"Please, Grang-" he started, before she cut him off with a shake of her head, brow raising impossibly further, gaze firm and locked on his.

"Fuck, what-?" he started to snap, old habits truly do die hard, and she was grabbing him by the jaw, forcing him to look her in the eyes and listen.

"Properly, Draco," she repeated.

And then it clicked, where he'd gone wrong.

"Please, Hermione?" he corrected himself, tone a little bit softer now. Her answering smile was like the goddamn sun itself, that rosy tinge back in her cheeks, as she slowly lowered herself down.

A hiss slid out from between Draco's teeth, fuck, she was like heaven around him, so warm and wet and so fucking tight; he'd lay odds she hadn't had a proper shag from the Weasel in quite a while now.

"Fuck, you're so tight, sweetheart," he moaned, the endearment slipping out before he could stop it, but if she'd heard it, she paid it no mind, instead clinging to him like a lifeline, nails digging into his skin, leaving little half-moon indents there along his shoulders.

"Draco-" his name was a tiny utterance, a silent prayer on her lips as her hips slowly rolled against his, and she was leaning down to kiss him, fuck-

She tasted divine, better than any sweet morsel Honeydukes could ever offer, the taste of her heavy on his tongue, as it brushed along her bottom lip, and his teeth sank into the soft plumpness there, tugging gently, before he released it.

He swallowed down her answering groan rather greedily, mouth moving almost urgent against hers, hips rolling to meet hers with each thrust, tip nudging against that sweet spot near her cervix.

"Filthy little Mudblood, fucking look at you, look so perfect taking my cock-" he muttered, almost a snarl, the forbidden name slipping out like an old habit he couldn't shake.

His own eyes widened, mimicking hers, his hips stuttering for the briefest of moments as he waited for her to hit him like she had in third year, but like before, the hit never came.

Instead, quite possibly the dirtiest sound he'd ever heard her make freed itself from her throat, and he could feel her pussy clench and flutter around him, greedy little thing.

Oh? Well, that was a new one, wasn't it?

Taking it as a good sign, Draco gave a brief, deep thrust upwards, knocking against her cervix again, as he panted, "Yeah? You like that, hmm?", hips rolling filthily against hers again.

"Mnn-hnn," was all she could manage to get out, poor sensitive little darling. Reaching up with one hand, Draco gripped her by the jaw, making her watch him as she rode him. "Such a good girl, taking this cock so nicely, feels so good, doesn't it?"

She managed a weak nod, and he could feel a wolfish smirk curve up the edges of his mouth. She did look rather stunning like this, cheeks all flushed and hair slightly mussed, brown eyes bright and alive, full of that same warm spark he could feel deep within himself too.

"Bet Weaselbee never made you feel this good, did he, sweetheart?" Draco ground out on a groan, hips grinding deep and slow against hers, his other hand reaching down to toy with her clit, thumb pressing down against the sensitive bundle of nerves, earning a loud, wanton moan from her, as she shook her head.

Ha, he was right. She hadn't a proper shag in a while then, poor baby. There was almost a smug sense of satisfaction that resonated in Draco at possibly being the first good fuck she'd had in Merlin knows how long.

The feel of her nails digging into his shoulder again brought him back into the present, and he gripped her by the jaw, forcing eye contact once more. "What do you need, you want to come, is that it, hmm?" he breathed, and she nodded, swallowing down a whimper as she bit her lip.

Oh, that wouldn't do, now would it?

He let his thumb brush along her bottom lip, freeing it from the confines of her teeth. "Mn-mn, no, you're gonna let me hear it when you fall apart on this dick, you understand?" he demanded gently, and to his utter surprise, she nodded, following up with a soft, "Yes, Draco-"

"Good girl."

He could feel himself getting closer, knew she was close too, by the way her pussy kept clenching down hard around him, how loud and carefree her moans were becoming, how tightly she clung to him, like she'd embed herself in his very skin if he'd let her.

"Ask properly," he taunted on a pant, throwing her earlier words back at her, expecting indignation and instead receiving a small, breathless laugh. Gods, he'd give anything in that moment to hear her laugh like that again, especially if he were the one making her do it.

"You're gonna make me beg, really?" she asked breathless, and he shrugged, a lazy sort of smirk tugging up the edges of his mouth. "You made a Malfoy beg, turnabout's only fair play, Hermione," he pointed out smugly.

With a little huff, she made a face at him, before her eyes softened and she was begging him so sweetly, all doe eyes with a hint of challenge in their depths. "Please, Draco?"

Mm, he couldn't just let her have the victory that easily, now could he? "Please, what, pretty girl?" he raised a brow, hips giving a deep, filthy thrust upwards, watching as her smart mouth formed a perfect, momentary little 'O'.

"Please, I need it-" she started again, before he gave a shake of his head. "Properly, Hermione," he taunted, giving another rough thrust upwards, tip knocking against her cervix. She made a noise of frustration before exhaling through her nose as she stared down at him.

Merlin, she was so pretty when she was all fired up like this...

"Please, Draco, I need to come-"

Fuck, never in his life had he dreamed he'd ever hear those words come out of Hermione Granger's mouth. He almost came then and there, as he swallowed with a nod, murmuring "Good girl, that's my good girl."

Burying his face against her shoulder, he pressed a soft kiss to the base of her throat, before sucking a dark reddish-purple mark into the skin there. "Come for me, sweetheart, come on-" he muttered, chasing after his own high too.

And fuck, she was so pretty when she came, he didn't think he'd ever forget the way she looked or the way she sounded, falling apart right there on his cock, dripping down around him, his name a firm, wanton echo in that perfect smart mouth of hers....

He came with a groan, her name muttered like a filthy little oath on his tongue, spilling himself deep inside her, the warmth overwhelming, making everything feel too hazy, why was everything so warm-?

"Oi! Malfoy."

Draco's head jerked up from the table, the clatter of his chair scooting back seeming rather loud in the quiet library. It was practically empty now, save for Theodore Nott, who stood to his right, wearing a lazy, shit-eating grin as he nodded down at Draco's lap.

"Have a good one there, mate?"

Draco immediately looked down at himself, seeing the telltale faint dark patch against his trousers, and a scowl found its way onto his face. Fuck, had he really...? No, he couldn't have, there was no way.

He'd had a wet dream about Hermione Granger, and had apparently finished in his sleep.

Draco got up and began gathering up his papers and things, shoving them into his bag, amid Theo's laughter. "Oh, fuck off, Nott. S'not that funny," Draco muttered, as they left the library together. "I'm just wondering who the lucky girl is!" Theo crowed with more laughter, having a go at Draco all the way back to their Common Room.

Sleep didn't come easily to Draco that night, his mind filled with fading images of her face, of how she'd sounded in his daydream, the way she'd tasted on his fingers, the way she'd felt wrapped around his dick....

That following morning, he waited outside in the hallway with everyone else for their Potions Class, leaning against the wall, Parkinson at his side as usual, though his attention was focused elsewhere.

Her hair looked nice again today, and he never noticed before, how that shade of Gryffindor red brought out the brown in her eyes, made them almost come alive-

Her gaze lifted for only a fraction of a second, and he caught the fleeting glimpse of a smile tugging at the edges of her mouth.

"Morning, Draco..."

Oh, fuck.