This turned into a 5 chapter fic - complete on ao3

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Yes!! Hermione’s got some payback to do

A follow-up chapter to this drabble is on ao3 - archiveofourown.org/works/695334...

So a second part to yesterday's drabble may or may not be available to read on ao3

archiveofourown.org/works/695334...

It's 15-all 😉

Ty ty 🥰❤️

I’m tempted to do a second chapter and post it all to ao3 - he does need to show he’s learned his lesson I think…

Tah Romi 🥰 the banter is always my favourite part of this dynamic

Thank you my love! ❤️

A/N that was a long one! Also I know that virginity loss doesn't always present like this but it was a moment of clarity for Draco who needed the visual representation for this to work.

If this was a fic, he'd follow her around the castle now trying to get another chance and he'd win it, eventually

“Are you asking me to do this again, Malfoy?” She teased, setting a trap.

He ground his jaw and, annoyed, said, “Yes.”

Hermione removed her touch from his skin, cast a charm over the broken desks and fixed them all at once before leaving the classroom a winner, laughing in her wake.

“Why would it?” She grinned. “I’m just a girl and you’re just a boy, remember? It’s just sex.”

Malfoy ran his tongue over his teeth, humility setting in. He whispered, “That was ungentlemanly of me.”

“Yes, it was.”

“Can we pretend that next time is your first time? I’ll treat you better.”

“Nothing. Just– Well, maybe you aren’t a disappointment. There is some compassion in you after all. It’s misplaced. It’s only a little bit of blood, Malfoy.”

He looked down at his lap where his bloodied hand rested. “It's not just blood. It's your blood. This doesn’t mean anything to you?”

“No! I thought– You and Weasley?”

Hermione straightened her clothes, buttoned herself back up and cleaned herself down as she stood from the desk. She approached him cautiously and slowly stroked his cheek, claiming his alarmed gaze for a moment.

She hummed.

“What?” He said softly.

He bit the inside of his cheek, grunted like he’d been wronged and banged his fist on the picture frame, making the books underneath fall down. Quickly, he tucked his softened cock away.

“Why would you do that?!” He yelled, keeping his distance.

She shrugged. “I wanted to. Shouldn’t I have?”

“What?” She laughed. “With skills like that, you can’t convince me you’ve never taken someone’s virginity before.”

At the word, his lips parted and he pulled back, his cock straining for attention more than it had been.

He stared at it while she caught her breath, the silence so loud she could hear her heartbeat.

“Is this–?” Malfoy said, his attitude having been knocked out of place. He lifted his hand to show her the evidence of her unmaking.

But then, as went to line himself up again to finish inside of her, no doubt, he caught sight of it. That redness.

Her blood.

It was already covering his fingers, that fibrous clump, and he stilled. His shoulders lowered and his smile faded.

Watching her body wrack, to her great surprise, Malfoy smiled widely, proudly. He’d won. That must have been what he was thinking. She witnessed it pass through those glassy eyes of his first-hand.

Malfoy muttered expletives as he drew himself out of her, sticky, wet and distractingly reddened, and swiftly replaced his cock with his fingers, curling them deeply. He tugged on her curls gently, kept her eyes locked on his, and ended her faster than she’d ever finished alone.

“Except what?” He groaned, his brows furrowing, his abdomen tensing, his urgency mounting. “Spit it out, Granger.”

“Well are you even going to attempt to make me come?”

He tutted, trying to convince himself more than her, “No. This is a moment of weakness. No, I won’t. And if you ask me for it, I’ll just laugh. Understand?”

“I wouldn’t ask you for anything,” she said, cut off by his hand on her chin squeezing her cheeks as he took another rushed kiss. “Except–”

“That makes it sound like you– like you’re going to ask for this again.”

“I don’t recall asking for it this time,” he mumbled, lifting his head to steal a kiss from her lips. Malfoy gripped her hips, his movements quickening, his eyes looking sleepy and seductive.

“So you won’t?”

“I don’t like you,” he said heatedly against her chest where he pressed open-mouthed kisses, timing his thrusts with them.

“So tomorrow, you won’t think about this. You don’t like this, that’s what you’re saying?”

Faster now, he said, “I can like what you can give me without liking you.”

“Yes, because you’re not going to do anything about it.”

“Nobody goads me as much as you, Granger.”

Hermione tried shifting her hips to encourage him to move inside of her but didn’t accomplish what she needed until she snapped his final straw, saying, “Yeah? I dare say that’s why you like me.”

Hermione gripped the edge of the desk, staring up into eyes that shone too brightly for the murky depths that pooled within him.

“You’re surprising,” she said.

“That isn’t what I asked to hear.”

“It’s the best you’re going to get.”

He laughed at the back of his throat. “Oh you think so?”

Malfoy gave the order while holding her face like she was a ragdoll, weakened by his touch. He gently tossed her head between his hands, studying her and kissing her equally, and slowly thrust back and forth.

“For me,” he prompted her to say, smiling far too cheekily than was permitted.

“I’ll take it for you. I’m not scared of the pa–” She winced again when he filled her completely.

“Admit I’m not a disappointment to you.”

Malfoy hushed her, kissed her and whispered barely-there shushes.

“It’s okay,” he said. “You’ll take it. Say you’ll take it for me.”

He paused, holding himself right there, tightly.

“Just keep moving,” she pleaded. “Just don’t stop and I’ll take it.”

When she didn’t make any noise, not even a peep against his hand, he removed it and repeated the question. Hermione shook her head, her curls dancing across her bare freckled shoulders. He bucked forward and she winced, biting her bottom lip, which took him by surprise.

“I fucking hate you,” he whispered against her sternum, after his head dipped there following that first push. “Why are you doing this to me?”

When she didn’t make any noise, not even a peep against his hand, he removed it and repeated the question.