Part One

Hermione bit back a moan that was lodged in her throat.

She refused to even show one ounce of enjoyment from this. If she did, he won. God knows she wanted to scream for him, tell him how fucking good this was making her feel. But, no. It would mean giving in, regardless as to how it felt to have him pounding her body into the mattress from behind.

She still had her mint green, Bardot dress on. Hiked up over her hips, giving him an ample view of her arse.

He hadn't even bothered to remove her G-String. Just moved it to one side in his haste to fuck her, the lazy bastard.

He was still fully clothed, besides his gery evening jacket being thrown next to her on the bed and his pants shoved down his hips to gain access to her.

This was how she'd always imagined it anyway, wasn't it? No bed of roses, no romantic notions ... just hard, rough fucking. The relationship between them that they had created from their childhood days was a simple indicator that if they ever did end up here, then this was exactly how it was supposed to be.

She heard him make a small noise and let out a breath behind her. He was obviously trying to maintain the same control that she was.

Conceal, don't feel ... don't let him know ...

Hermione let out a slight chuckle to herself, barely audible as her face was pressed into the mattress to stop any other sounds escaping. Guess which film she'd watched recently...

He stilled behind her momentarily. He must have heard her.

"Pray tell, exactly what you're finding so funny?" she heard him sneer in distaste from behind her. "Because I'd hate to have to hate fuck you so hard into the mattress that you can't catch your breath and end up suffocating on me, Granger."

... and now he knowwwws ...

She closed her mouth tightly to stop herself from screaming as he started his assault on her flesh again, going even harder this time to prove a point, causing her to reach out and fist the blankets. The only way she would let her body show the effect he was having on it.

She felt his hands grab at her hips furiously at her silence, and when one of his hands reached round to the front of her sex, his fingers sneaking into her folds to find her clit, she held her breath incase she did scream out for him. He wanted her to go off like a rocket, just to prove the point that he had tried to make earlier in the evening.

She felt the tingles rising. She knew she was bucking her hips backwards and her legs were parting of their own accord to let him fill her fully. She knew she should have been doing none of these things but ... fuck, he knew exactly what to do to her.

There was no awkward fumbling. No apologies or gestures as he had thrown her down on the bed earlier. They both knew why they were there and they both knew what they wanted from the situation. Worst of all, she knew he would deliver. She knew he wouldn't stop until he had her clawing at his back and begging him to let her come.

That's where her stubbornness had kicked in. Because yes, she wanted an orgasm and yes, she knew full fucking well that he would give her one ... but he could get fucked if he thought she would act grateful for it. She refused to let him know that he was exactly what she needed right now.

She knew that this wasn't it, either. She knew full well that she wasn't leaving this room until the sun was rising tomorrow. They were going to fucking own each other until the light filtered through the thick, Ivory curtains. And when she would finally do the old-aged tradition of the walk of shame back to her own hotel room, she would hope to god that none of the Bridal party spotted her coming out of his room.

The slapping of their flesh was the only sound in the room, apart from the odd murmur or stifled moan from either of them. It was like a game. He wanted her to lose first, which then meant that he could then let go and explode inside her. She could tell by the way he was angling his thrusts and massaging her clit that he was trying to goad her body into orgasm.

He was so fucking powerful. She hadn't expected the way he handled her, although she knew he would control the situation and everything about it. He had a domineering personality, so it only stood to reason that he liked to exercise that kind of control in the bedroom, too.

But he clearly forgot that she was a bossy, controlling mediator too. She too liked to control every situation around her and always needed to come out on top. He didn't know it yet, but once he had finished with her in this position; she intended climbing him, tell him how much she fucking hated him, before choking him so hard while she rode him that he might pass out.

She needed something raw and animalistic.

She had needed this for a while, but had never found someone who could let their inhibitions go. Now though, she was fully aware that in Draco Malfoy, she had met her match. She had always known it, of course. She just never thought this would ever actually fucking happen.

He slapped her arse and she mewled out loud as the sting spread across her right cheek. Fuck, that felt good. She felt like her legs were going to buckle underneath her. She was panting into the blanket now; she was going to come and he knew she was close. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how hard he was going to make her come.

"Don't fucking hold back on me, Granger." She heard him say through gritted teeth. His chest pressed against her back now, getting as deep inside her as he could. "I want to hear that scream of yours..." his breathing was harsh and words were demanding. She felt him put a fist in her hair, and now her head was snapping backwards, her face out of the blankets so he could hear her groans of pleasure.

She really fucking hated him. Hated him and his hands and his body and his cock. Most of all, she hated that everything about him, he just oozed sex. He took what he wanted and he gave no fucks. Let it never be said that Draco Malfoy wasn't a greedy bastard. She knew he always had been, but oh god ... what he took, he gave back in kind.

"Let me hear it and I'll make you come." He told her, the pair of them out of breath and she wondered if the sound of the headboard banging against the wall had spurred him on as much as it had her. A sound as ferocious as the way he was currently fucking her, taking no prisoners and slamming deep into her cunt over and over, but she knew he wasn't giving in. He would be holding off his orgasm until she had hers.

She was slamming her arse back against him now, she could feel his fist tighten in her hair. Knew the style that Luna had requested for her hair would be dishevelled and ruined by his rough fingers digging into the little side-braid, the Gypsophilia that was entwined within it would be ruined, too. If she was going over the edge then he could get fucked if he thought that he wasn't going with her too.

"Fuck." She practically whispered erratically, eyes closed and concentrating on the feel of him practically ploughing into her. She could feel the heat of him, could hear the little grunts he was making, knowing how she must have affected him. It gave her the sexual gratification she didn't know she craved. She bit her lip, hard. "Please ..." it was almost a squeak.

He grunted again and pulled her hair harder. "Please what, Granger?" his thrusts didn't relent and neither did his fingers on her clit. The mix of almost pain and pleasure should have been too much, but she found herself craving it even more. This was something else.

Did she say it? Did she give in and let him win? Lord knows she wanted to now, but she would regret it as soon as she orbited back down to earth. Once the haze had cleared and she was thinking properly, she would hate herself for letting him win the first time. She couldn't help it. It was always some sort of competition between the pair of them.

Always had been.

But it was so, so good ...

This time she grunted. His cock constantly finding that sweet spot inside of her. He was going to bring her to orgasm with his cock and his fingers simultaneously, she knew it. He pulled her up now so her back was flush against his front, his hand still in her hair to hold her head back and control her. Her neck was exposed and his chin was in the crook of her neck as his cock and hands continued their delicious torture.

She got to the summit now, heading towards a dive off the edge. If she didn't yield, she feared it might kill her. Burn her from the inside out. She knew he wanted her to, just as Much as she did. They both needed this release, for one reason for another.

"Please, Malfoy ... " she was panting now and the feeling of his cock rocking in and out of her was causing her to shiver. She was so close. "...make me come."

He didn't disappoint.

If possible, he got even rougher, letting a low growl escape his throat as he let loose on her flesh and fucked her so hard her hips were starting to shudder with the impact. He was possessing her now in a way that she had never experienced before. Almost as if he'd been waiting years to do this to her... saving all of this pent-up aggression for her.

She felt his breath against her ear and couldn't help the moan that escaped her at the sensation across her sensitive skin. "...knew I'd have you begging one day, Granger..."

Then he bit down on that sensitive junction between her neck and shoulder.

He sent her flying over the edge, her body convulsing as he continued to fuck her and play with her at the same time. Her head was now resting back against his shoulder, allowing the feelings completely overcome her. She felt his hand leave her hair and snake around her middle, keeping her held up against him as his cock still pounded into her from behind.

"Fuck me, Granger!" she felt him shoot his load deep inside her aggressively. He held her so tight against him now and his forehead fell onto the same place he had bitten her. Their breathing was ragged and his body was hard and heavy behind her.

Somewhere far away, she reminded herself that they had both, quite possibly, gone beyond what was expected of them for a Head Bridesmaid and Best Man.

"I still fucking hate you." She got out between pants. Coming back down to Earth now and realising what a fucking mess they had just physically and emotionally created.

He didn't need to tell her the feeling was mutual.

He was hard again instantly, still deep inside of her.

She knew that would be his only answer.

A/N: Just something I needed to get off my chest whilst it was there ... this won't be a long one, but I needed to get it written :-)xx