Pretty When You Cry
Title: Pretty When You Cry
Author: jaded_icy_rose
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, language
Summary: Draco Malfoy has always prided himself on having the best of everything - including people. So what does he hold over Ron Weasley that he holds so dear?
Disclaimer: If I owned HP...well, we all know that I'd be on vacation, lol. The song is sung by "Vast"
This goes to firetide, I hope you enjoy it and I hope that it gives a different look to the song for you. ^_^
I didn't want to fuck you baby
I didn't want to fuck you
I didn't want to fuck you but you're pretty when you're mine
Draco Malfoy knew one thing when it came to Hermione Granger and to him, it was the only thing he cared to know.
He knew how to make her scream in pleasure.
A smirk crossed his face as he thought of the night they began their little affair, when they had met in the dungeons after he’d sent her a note, demanding that she meet him because he had some information she wanted. She just didn’t know how she was supposed to repay him, and he made sure that he knew exactly how she would be of use to him.
And now? It was simple, get her to meet with him whenever he felt like it and he’d get his needs satisfied. All he had to do was put up with her stupid emotions.
And try not to fall in love with her.
Turning his head at the sound of the door opening, Draco grinned slowly as he heard the footsteps walking towards the secluded area of the library that he told her to meet him at. When she came around the bookcase and met his gaze, Draco’s gaze raked across her body. God she knew how to get to him. He could tell that she had been with the Weasel only minutes before coming down, mostly because of the way her face was flushed.
She always looked like that when she had just ended a snogging session with the pathetic red head.
Draco leaned against the table and crossed his arms.
“Well, you kept me waiting long enough.” He growled. Hermione looked down and he raised a brow, was she actually ashamed? He’d teach her. “What do you have to say this time? Spending all that time reading?” Hermione met his gaze, challenging.
“I wouldn’t have to snog Ronald if you actually spent more time with me.” She accused. Draco stood up, walking up to her he grabbed her wrists and with a seeker’s speed, he had her pinned against the window.
“Is that so?” He hissed in her ear, proving he was truly Slytherin as he pushed her legs apart by nudging her knee. “Then tell me, Granger, what is it you want from me?” He let one of her hands lower but kept it pinned to the wall with his hands as his mouth began to assault her neck, taking a few nibbles here and there.
Hermione felt her knees almost give in.
“I want a commitment.” She replied. Draco snickered as he roughly stole a kiss from her before she could finish the rest of her demands. Just as quickly as he had her pushed against the window, he pulled away.
“You want a commitment?” He repeated, running his fingers along his lips, almost as if wiping the taste of her from them. “I don’t think that’s possible.” Hermione glared towards him.
“So I’m good enough to fuck but not good enough to be committed to?” She spat, adjusting her clothes. Draco smirked and shook his head as he pressed his body against hers again, quickly undoing the bottons of her shirt, revealing her black bra underneath.
“Ah, now c’mon, Granger, you have to think about this now.” Draco let his grin widen as he unhooked her bra from the clasp in the front - the things Muggles invented. “I can’t give you a commitment, because there’s nothing to commit to.” He whispered as he leaned in, kissing her a bit more gently.
He pinched one of her nipples between two of his fingers as he kissed her, swallowing her moan. He allowed her to unbutton his shirt as he hooked his finger into the belt loop of her jean skirt, pulling her against him roughly. Their chests melded against one another, her breasts pushing up against him. He could feel her heart racing.
Draoc smirked as he pushed her skirt up around her waist; things had to be done quickly. He rewarded her with a kiss when he discovered she wasn’t wearing any underwear, he’d taught her well these past few months.
“I can’t keep doing this, Draco.” She murmured against his lips. He pinched her clit to keep her from talking and Hermione felt her body shudder as two of his fingers pushed into her tight entrance.
“Oh, you’ll keep doing it, Granger. Because it makes you feel good to know that you have something that Potter and Weasel don’t have. You have lust, and passion.” He smirked as he watched her eyes fill with want as he kept thrusting his fingers inside of her. “And because you want it, don’t you?”
She only murmured against his neck as she wrapped her arms around him, her nails digging into his back. With his pants pulled down just a bit, Draco frowned as she didn’t answer, “Answer me.” He growled.
“Yes.” She cried out as he removed his fingers and slid inside of her. He kept the silence as he kissed her as she moaned his name out. He loved hearing her voice cry out his name instead of prattling on about the answers in class.
He hated staring at her across the classroom, knowing that he couldn’t tell any of his friends about the two of them.
No, they’d have to keep pretending to be dating the other people in their lives. Pansy and Ron. He thrusted inside her faster, a bit rougher than he normally did as he remembered who’s arms she’d been in just before coming down here to meet him.
She wouldn’t be going back to the Weasel. Not if Draco Malfoy had anything to say about it.
He gave her hair a small tug, proving to her that he was the only one she needed. That he was the only one that could make her this wanton to have sex in the library that she loved so damn much.
Why couldn’t she love him?
She belonged to him and only him.
Another thrust as their mouths crashed together, want and need coming from both of them. Draco felt her clench around him, felt Hermione’s nails dig into his back as she softly whispered his name against his ear. He gave himself a few more moments inside of her before he let himself fill her completely with his seed.
“You’re mine, Granger. Admit it.” He murmured as he let himself slid out of her and he quickly murmured a cleaning charm between the two of them. Hermione pushed her hair away from her face before she met his gaze.
He let her walk away without saying a word and only waited a few moments before following her steps out of the library.
They’d meet again tomorrow night, and have this same battle. But Draco smiled a bit as he tucked away that last bit of information that he held over Ron Weasley.
She’d be back tomorrow night.
If you knew how much i love you, you would run away
But when i treat you bad it always makes you want to stay
Author: jaded_icy_rose
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, language
Summary: Draco Malfoy has always prided himself on having the best of everything - including people. So what does he hold over Ron Weasley that he holds so dear?
Disclaimer: If I owned HP...well, we all know that I'd be on vacation, lol. The song is sung by "Vast"
This goes to firetide, I hope you enjoy it and I hope that it gives a different look to the song for you. ^_^
I didn't want to fuck you baby
I didn't want to fuck you
I didn't want to fuck you but you're pretty when you're mine
Draco Malfoy knew one thing when it came to Hermione Granger and to him, it was the only thing he cared to know.
He knew how to make her scream in pleasure.
A smirk crossed his face as he thought of the night they began their little affair, when they had met in the dungeons after he’d sent her a note, demanding that she meet him because he had some information she wanted. She just didn’t know how she was supposed to repay him, and he made sure that he knew exactly how she would be of use to him.
And now? It was simple, get her to meet with him whenever he felt like it and he’d get his needs satisfied. All he had to do was put up with her stupid emotions.
And try not to fall in love with her.
Turning his head at the sound of the door opening, Draco grinned slowly as he heard the footsteps walking towards the secluded area of the library that he told her to meet him at. When she came around the bookcase and met his gaze, Draco’s gaze raked across her body. God she knew how to get to him. He could tell that she had been with the Weasel only minutes before coming down, mostly because of the way her face was flushed.
She always looked like that when she had just ended a snogging session with the pathetic red head.
Draco leaned against the table and crossed his arms.
“Well, you kept me waiting long enough.” He growled. Hermione looked down and he raised a brow, was she actually ashamed? He’d teach her. “What do you have to say this time? Spending all that time reading?” Hermione met his gaze, challenging.
“I wouldn’t have to snog Ronald if you actually spent more time with me.” She accused. Draco stood up, walking up to her he grabbed her wrists and with a seeker’s speed, he had her pinned against the window.
“Is that so?” He hissed in her ear, proving he was truly Slytherin as he pushed her legs apart by nudging her knee. “Then tell me, Granger, what is it you want from me?” He let one of her hands lower but kept it pinned to the wall with his hands as his mouth began to assault her neck, taking a few nibbles here and there.
Hermione felt her knees almost give in.
“I want a commitment.” She replied. Draco snickered as he roughly stole a kiss from her before she could finish the rest of her demands. Just as quickly as he had her pushed against the window, he pulled away.
“You want a commitment?” He repeated, running his fingers along his lips, almost as if wiping the taste of her from them. “I don’t think that’s possible.” Hermione glared towards him.
“So I’m good enough to fuck but not good enough to be committed to?” She spat, adjusting her clothes. Draco smirked and shook his head as he pressed his body against hers again, quickly undoing the bottons of her shirt, revealing her black bra underneath.
“Ah, now c’mon, Granger, you have to think about this now.” Draco let his grin widen as he unhooked her bra from the clasp in the front - the things Muggles invented. “I can’t give you a commitment, because there’s nothing to commit to.” He whispered as he leaned in, kissing her a bit more gently.
He pinched one of her nipples between two of his fingers as he kissed her, swallowing her moan. He allowed her to unbutton his shirt as he hooked his finger into the belt loop of her jean skirt, pulling her against him roughly. Their chests melded against one another, her breasts pushing up against him. He could feel her heart racing.
Draoc smirked as he pushed her skirt up around her waist; things had to be done quickly. He rewarded her with a kiss when he discovered she wasn’t wearing any underwear, he’d taught her well these past few months.
“I can’t keep doing this, Draco.” She murmured against his lips. He pinched her clit to keep her from talking and Hermione felt her body shudder as two of his fingers pushed into her tight entrance.
“Oh, you’ll keep doing it, Granger. Because it makes you feel good to know that you have something that Potter and Weasel don’t have. You have lust, and passion.” He smirked as he watched her eyes fill with want as he kept thrusting his fingers inside of her. “And because you want it, don’t you?”
She only murmured against his neck as she wrapped her arms around him, her nails digging into his back. With his pants pulled down just a bit, Draco frowned as she didn’t answer, “Answer me.” He growled.
“Yes.” She cried out as he removed his fingers and slid inside of her. He kept the silence as he kissed her as she moaned his name out. He loved hearing her voice cry out his name instead of prattling on about the answers in class.
He hated staring at her across the classroom, knowing that he couldn’t tell any of his friends about the two of them.
No, they’d have to keep pretending to be dating the other people in their lives. Pansy and Ron. He thrusted inside her faster, a bit rougher than he normally did as he remembered who’s arms she’d been in just before coming down here to meet him.
She wouldn’t be going back to the Weasel. Not if Draco Malfoy had anything to say about it.
He gave her hair a small tug, proving to her that he was the only one she needed. That he was the only one that could make her this wanton to have sex in the library that she loved so damn much.
Why couldn’t she love him?
She belonged to him and only him.
Another thrust as their mouths crashed together, want and need coming from both of them. Draco felt her clench around him, felt Hermione’s nails dig into his back as she softly whispered his name against his ear. He gave himself a few more moments inside of her before he let himself fill her completely with his seed.
“You’re mine, Granger. Admit it.” He murmured as he let himself slid out of her and he quickly murmured a cleaning charm between the two of them. Hermione pushed her hair away from her face before she met his gaze.
He let her walk away without saying a word and only waited a few moments before following her steps out of the library.
They’d meet again tomorrow night, and have this same battle. But Draco smiled a bit as he tucked away that last bit of information that he held over Ron Weasley.
She’d be back tomorrow night.
If you knew how much i love you, you would run away
But when i treat you bad it always makes you want to stay