Dramione Oneshots

Do You Still Hate Me, Granger? (Smut)

She was mildly peeved. Neither Ron nor Harry sent a card. They had never forgotten her birthday before, but they were also always in school with her before, so she figured they would remember in a day or two and probably feel bad about it. Not that that helped ease the hurt. She missed them, and this was the first time it really hit her. Other than the train ride, but then again, she had been very distracted as Malfoy rammed into her.

Hermione turned on the faucets, releasing water of various colours into the massive tub. She opted out of the bubbles, never really enjoying the slimy film it left behind on her skin, but dumped in a combination of oils and salts to aid in her need to relax. The prefect's bathroom alone was worth the additional responsibility and stress the role brought on, and being allowed access after curfew was the perk of being Head Girl. It was for days like today that the luxury became a necessity. She was in a sour mood. All she wanted to do now was soak in the warm water and read her book.

The heavy door, which had made no noise when opening, closed loudly, causing Hermione to jump into the air with an unattractive shriek escaping her lips before she was able to stop it. She whipped around and saw Malfoy leaning against the door with a smug look plastered across his face.

"Did you follow me?"

"And why would I do that?" he sneered.

"You're not supposed to be- Nevermind," she scoffed. Why she thought they would be any different, she wasn't sure. It was clear he wanted nothing to do with her. It's been nineteen days since they arrived at Hogwarts. Nearly three weeks since she lost her mind and consented to a sexual encounter with Draco Malfoy of all people, and he had completely ignored her ever since.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked, eyeing her from the doorway.

"What is that supposed to mean?" She had always hated his sneer. It was pompous and made him look like a self-entitled prat.

"Why are you in such a tizzy?"

"I'm not!"

"You are. You've been a right snit all day."

"I have not!" Prat! Prat, prat, prat. "I don't think it was unreasonable to want a letter from my best friends today."

"What's so special about today?" the prat asked.

"Yet another person," she grumbled. Just because she happened to know Malfoy's birthday, didn't mean he was obligated to know hers. Even though her birthday fell within the school year and would have been noticeable over the years, unlike his, which was in the middle of summer. "Nothing. There was nothing special about today. I was just expecting some post, which didn't come... I'm sure it's simply delayed.... Are you even listening to me?"

"No," he said honestly. "Your ugly clothes are distracting, remove them immediately."

For the briefest of moments, she was disgusted by his demand, outraged by his audacity. Then she saw the desire in his eyes, the almost hidden smile on his incredible lips. She snorted at his ridiculous behaviour and completely disregarded the insult, opting to rush him instead. She needed this. Needed him. After feeling lonely all day, she needed to feel wanted, to feel something amazing, and he had been awfully good at both when they first hooked up. So she launched herself into his arms and he caught her easily. Her legs weren't even fully locked around his waist by the time he had spun them and slammed her against the wall, knocking the breath from her lungs and breaking their kiss momentarily. She knew she'd be sore the next morning, she was after their first time, but while in the moment, she couldn't find it in her to care. Quite the contrary, actually. His forcefulness was the manifestation of raw lust that made her heart race.

He ripped her shirt open and buttons flew in all directions. "Hey!"

"I told you to take it off. You didn't listen." He attacked her neck with his lips, moving down her chest. The hands supporting her bum lifted her up and he took her nipple between his teeth. She cried out. The pain was piercing, but it was also invigorating and oh-so arousing. Her body trembled beneath his touch, yearning for more.