A/N: *hastily claps her hand over the last update date so you won't know it's been 15 months*

*is the worst*

*finally managed to pull together 3.6k words for a chapter*

*knows you've all forgotten what this story even is*

*will try to do better in future*

xx-Kitten.

Chained to You

By Kittenshift17

Chapter 8: Invaded

Hermione woke late in the day to the feel of a hot tongue swiping up the length of her slit. Groaning, and lifting her head, she peered down the length of her thoroughly naked body to meet Draco Malfoy's grey-eyed gaze, frowning at him fiercely for daring to wake her up, even if he was doing it in the most glorious way anyone ever had.

"Did I say you could touch me there?" she asked huskily, her head muzzy with sleep.

Malfoy flicked his grey eyes in her direction before very deliberately delving his tongue between her folds and making her crazy.

"Do you object?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at her, his voice making his tongue vibrate against her delightfully.

"Not really," Hermione sighed, her head flopping back as she relaxed into the sensation.

"Pushover," he chuckled wickedly, clearly amused by her easy surrender.

"Am not," Hermione argued, frowning at the canopy over his bed and wondering idly what the time was before he thoroughly distracted her when he buried his face between her legs once more.

Hermione's breath hitched as he took his sweet time sampling her flavour and lapping at her like he couldn't get enough. Her head tossed from side to side and she closed her eyes, letting the sensation sweep her away, wondering what Harry and Ron would say if they could see her now. The idea of their utter horror almost made her laugh, but she bit down on the urge, lest Malfoy think she was laughing at him.

As though sensing her distraction, he slipped his hands up the length of her legs before his fingers joined his tongue in their torment of Hermione. She groaned as he used his mouth and his hands to make sweet love to her, tormenting her until she was sure she might scream. He took his time lapping at her skin, suckling the sensitive bud at the top of her slit into his mouth and alternating between penetrating her with his fingers and his tongue until Hermione cried out, her hands tangled in his soft blond hair.

"Gods, Malfoy," Hermione whispered, her face screwed up against the tidal wave of pleasure building and building just waiting to crash into her and sweep away her sense.

His low, wicked chuckle tickled her sensitive flesh before he began to fuck her with his tongue and Hermione sobbed when the coil of tension snapped free.

"Argh!" she squealed, arching off the bed and writhing under his touch.

He pinned her thighs to the bed and Hermione sobbed when he licked her all the way through the orgasm as though he couldn't get enough of her. When the pulsing stopped, Hermione sprawled on the bed, panting for breath and reaching for him needily. Malfoy let her pull him up the length of her body until he was stretched out on top of her, and he smirked wickedly when she opened her eyes to meet his gaze.

"Good morning," he said, looking extremely pleased with himself.

"Hello," Hermione said, her lips twitching with amusement at how smug he looked. "Is this your way of apologizing for being a manipulative git earlier?"

He grinned a little bigger before leaning down and planting his lips on hers. Hermione made a noise of disgust at the taste of herself on his lips, turning her head away to avoid the flavour.

"What time is it?" she asked when he proceeded to laugh at her annoyance before kissing her neck hungrily as he began to rock his hips, grinding himself against the junction of her thighs despite the fact that he was still wearing pyjama pants.

"A little after midday," he told her, peppering her skin with little nips and kisses that were driving her mad.

"Already?" Hermione frowned.

"Mmm," Malfoy hummed, grinding against her like he wanted to have his wicked way with her. "We slept for a long time."

Hermione nodded slowly, frowning a little and trying to remember the last time she'd slept so long without nightmares waking her up in the middle of the night.

"Did I wake you?" she asked, rolling him off her and straddling him when she realised he was going to try to shag her again if she didn't intervene.

"When?" he asked.

"Through the night?" she confirmed, rolling her hips and creating friction where he wanted it most, making him close his eyes like he was in heaven.

"I don't think so," he said, his voice husky with need. "Did I wake you?"

Hermione shook her head. "Not at all," she said.

Sliding slowly down the length of his body, Hermione took her time tracing the scar across his chest with the tip of her tongue before she worked his pants down his legs. She circled his belly-button with her tongue and kissed her way south, smirking to herself just a little when he tangled his fingers in her hair, his breath hitching under her attentions.

"Fucking hell, Granger," he groaned when she carefully wrapped her hand around his cock and began to stroke him.

"Something wrong, Malfoy?" she asked.

His only response was a low whine when Hermione dragged her tongue up the underside of his cock from base to tip before circling the swollen head and tasting how badly he wanted her. She'd never really been all that fond of sucking cock before, but the way he responded was so strangely genuine, so real for someone usually so non-expressive, that she took great delight in every hitch of breath and every sound she managed to draw from him.

She took her time learning his taste, returning the favour he'd paid her, and Hermione grinned internally when he began muttering a litany of praises and expletives as she took her time working her mouth up and down the length of him.

"Sweet fucking Circe, you're a goddess, Granger," he muttered. "Fucking hell, I'm going to come. Blimey, you're amazing. Merlin, I shouldn't have been such a prat to you before the war. I could've been enjoying this every day… bloody hell. Fuck. Fuck!"

Hermione laughed when she lifted her mouth off him, giggling in amusement at his words before swirling her tongue over the head of his cock only to swallow him all over again. The low groan of delight he emitted made parts of her tingle excitedly and Hermione feared they might never leave his bedroom at this rate. His hips jerked, both of his hands knotted in her messy curls and Hermione used her hands to work the length of him she couldn't swallow without gagging.

"Oh, God," she heard him whisper a short time later and she felt the way his bollocks tightened in her grip as she fondled him gently.

Knowing he was close made her work harder, wanting to throw him over the edge and into blissfulness. His breath came in sharp gasps and Hermione felt his fingers tighten in her hair until it was almost painful before his hips jerked once; twice. Salty come spread across her tongue and Hermione swallowed until he was spent before slowly releasing him.

"Fuck," she heard Malfoy huff sharply when she carefully crawled up the length of his body.

His hands slipped out of her hair and he laid there sprawled on the bed, panting heavily. He looked like he'd just been hit upside the head with something heavy, his eyes slightly dazed and Hermione smirked smugly to herself to have so thoroughly rocked his world.

"Blimey, witch," he muttered to her when Hermione curled herself over him, burrowing her cheek against the middle of his chest and delving her hands under his back as she cuddled into him.

Hermione hummed a little when he curled his arms around her, holding her to him despite claims that he wasn't a cuddler. For several minutes they laid there together in silence and Hermione closed her eyes, breathing in the scent of his skin and noting that he still smelled a bit like lake water. She supposed she must do, too, and she opened her eyes again in horror when she realised the state her hair must be in.

Before she could begin to panic about it, a rapid knocking on Draco's door interrupted the quiet and Hermione froze, squeaking in surprise when the door was unceremoniously flung open before Malfoy could answer whoever was intruding.

"Oi, fucker, you can't lay around in bed all day…. Oh, shite!" Theodore Nott's voice was a scrape across her senses and Hermione squealed when she realised he'd come into the room and could likely see her bum.

"Theo, fuck off, mate," Draco drawled, casually reaching for the duvet and flinging it over the two of them to hide Hermione's body from his friend's gaze.

"Bloody hell, what is going on in here?" Theo asked, sounding genuinely shocked.

"What's it look like, Theo?" Malfoy drawled, tipping his head a little so that he could meet Hermione's gaze, clearly concerned about the way her nails were digging into his skin in shock and concern that they'd been caught.

It'd been their intention to be caught and to have people begin to think that they were interested in each other so that it wouldn't seem entirely out of the ordinary when they announced they were dating – if they could tolerate each other that long. But that didn't mean she wanted to be walked in on whilst naked and snuggling with Draco.

"It looks like you fucked Granger," Theo said. "Holy shit. I just… blimey. I shouldn't be seeing this."

"As though you're such an angel and your delicate little eyes can't handle the sight of such sin?" Hermione asked, finding her voice and blinking at Malfoy worriedly, wondering what they were supposed to do and how they were supposed to live this down.

"It's not that," Theo said, propping his shoulder in the doorway and curling one ankle around the other. "This just feels like an otherworldly moment. This is like the first time you see a unicorn. Something intimate and private and strangely arousing and kind of awe-inspiring."

"Remind me to keep you away from the school unicorns you find so arousing, Theodore," Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Pfft, they don't like men, anyway," Theo waved a dismissive hand. "Point is, this is a point in history that needs to be recorded. The first time Draco Malfoy gets off his bloody high-horse and shags a muggleborn. Alert the papers! Merlin's left bollock, your Father's going to pitch a fit, Draco."

Draco rolled his eyes.

"You're a little late, Theo," Draco drawled. "The first time was last night. You're only five rounds too late, but then you've never been first out the gate, have you?"

"Keep insulting me, fucker, and I'll invite myself in there with you. I don't reckon Granger will mind," Theo said, smirking wickedly.

"She's not a blonde, what would you want with her?" Draco asked, carding his fingers through Hermione's hair possessively.

She winced when they immediately became tangled.

"Shite, sorry, love," he muttered, shocking her with the endearment when he frowned at her. "Your hair's a right bloody mess, actually."

"Real flattering, mate," Theo taunted.

"Theo, fuck off," Draco grumbled. "What are you doing here, anyway?"

He looked over at his friends distractedly before looking back at her hair as he tried to free his hands from the bird's nest it had become.

"It's after lunchtime and you're still not up," Theo shrugged. "Thought you might be wallowing or something. I came to drag you out – or scare you out with threats of joining you in bed and having my wicked way with you if you didn't move."

"That'd have sent me screaming, for sure," Draco said nastily, and Hermione laughed.

"And yet here I find the rarest sight in all the world. Oi, Greg, come here. Look at this."

"Really, Theodore?" Hermione asked, twisting her head to frown at the boy as he beckoned more of Draco's friends over to gawp at the two of them.

"I'm an opportunist, Granger," Theo winked at her.

"I'm a sadist," she warned in return. "You would do well to remember it if you keep irritating me."

"Threats, is it?" Theo chuckled. "I'm a masochist, love. I might like it if you get violent."

Hermione smirked evilly. "I doubt it, Theodore."

"Merlin, love, the way you say my name like that…. Mmmm!"

Hermione rolled her eyes at his endless ability to deflect and keep right on flirting.

"Well, just what in the bloody hell's going on in here then, eh?" Blaise Zabini suddenly drawled and Hermione closed her eyes in horror at the volume of his voice.

She didn't doubt he'd just alerted the whole sodding common room and Hermione groaned, pulling the covers over herself and Draco as though that might make the gaggle of morons in the doorway clear off.

"I think it's safe to say the secret's out, Granger," Malfoy chuckled, not seeming the least put out about the nosiness of his friends or the way they were all jeering and laughing in the doorway.

"Oi, Malfoy, you can't keep her all to yourself forever, you selfish bastard. Granger, love, be a dear and give us a smile, yeah?" Zabini taunted, his voice coming closer while they both had their heads under the covers.

"What do we do?" Hermione asked of Malfoy worriedly when Zabini began tugging on the bedcovers like he might rip them away.

"Give them what they came for," Malfoy shrugged, and Hermione squeaked when he ducked his head just a bit before capturing her lips in a hot kiss.

He smoothed his hands down her back and rolled them across the mattress until she was pinned beneath him once more, just as Zabini yanked the duvet off the two of them, revealing them both in all their nudity to the increasingly large crowd in Draco's doorway. Hermione's urge to pull the covers back or try to protect her modesty went out the window when Malfoy's tongue swept into her mouth to tangle with her own.

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Hermione heard someone who sounded suspiciously like Seamus grumble, though she wasn't opening her eyes or breaking the kiss to find out.

"Woooooo!" Zabini crowed. "Blimey, that's hot. Granger, darling, how do you feel about being shared between two blokes, eh? You don't mind do you, Malfoy?"

Hermione tangled her fingers into Malfoys soft, sleep-mussed blond hair, securing his mouth to hers and making it more than clear that she didn't want to be anywhere else.

"Aw, don't be like that," Zabini laughed. "Draco, buddy, could you be a friend?"

Hermione made a sound of protest when Malfoy pulled back from her, his breath coming in little pants thanks to the intensity of their snog. He peered into her eyes for a long moment and Hermione looked back at him, her cheeks steadily turning redder by the second.

"Zabini?" Malfoy said, turning his head just far enough to look at his friend without for a moment lifting off Hermione enough to let his friends see any of her vital areas. "Piss off, mate. This one's mine."

"Hooooo!" Theo hummed, giving a low whistle from the door as though recognizing something more to Malfoy's words than just an unwillingness to share.

"For real?" Blaise asked, his eyebrows lifting as though Malfoy had said something profound.

Hermione watched Draco nod, her brow furrowing a little when he looked back at her and his eyes traced over her face curiously as though he wasn't sure what to make of her confused reaction.

"Bit on the nose, isn't it, mate?" Goyle piped up.

Draco rolled his eyes.

"A bit," he admitted, shrugging his shoulders.

"You know how this looks, right?" a female voice spoke up, and Hermione turned her head toward the door to spy Pansy Parkinson peering over Theo's shoulder and looking extremely disapproving.

"Yeah, I know," Draco said.

"This is a joke, right?" Goyle said. "You're joking. Granger's too smart not to see through this for what it is, Draco."

"A desperate attempt to paint the Malfoy's as something other than bigoted twats?" Hermione suggested, rolling her eyes.

"It's a bit more complicated than that," Draco confessed to the lot of them, though he didn't elaborate. "Are you all done gawking? I'm naked here."

"Like we've never seen that before?" Zabini chuckled.

"Like we're not enjoying the view?" Theo purred, still leaning in the doorway.

"Piss off, would you?" Draco grumbled before he leaned down and captured her lips once more, kissing her slower this time as he curled his arms under her body and held her to him more firmly.

His body pressed hers into the mattress and Hermione couldn't resist scraping her nails against his scalp and drawing a soft sound of delight from him.

"Bloody hell, this is getting heated," she heard Goyle mutter. "Come on, you lot. I'm starving. If Malfoy wants to devour his… Granger… we don't need to see. Let's get to lunch."

"But it's just getting good," Theo protested.

Hermione broke from Draco's lips with a giggle at his words, shaking her head as she laughed.

"Oi, fuck off, would you?" Draco said to his friends. "You're cramping my style, you pack of animals. Can't you see I'm busy, here?"

"This is going to get messy," Hermione heard Parkinson mutter.

"You better believe it," Draco responded to her, smirking at Hermione evilly and Hermione gasped, socking him in the arms in protest.

"Don't be disgusting," she scolded.

Malfoy only laughed, and Hermione noticed the way he really was quite handsome when he smiled so genuinely. His friends were laughing too, even as Goyle nudged the others out the door before pulling it closed behind them all, leaving Hermione and Draco alone, once more.

"Well," Hermione sighed, shaking her head a little and at something of a loss for what to say.

"We wanted people to find out," Draco reminded her.

Hermione nodded. "I know. I just… don't much like being interrupted."

"Want me all to yourself, do you, Granger?" Draco smirked, and Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Maybe I just don't want the entire school seeing my bum," she replied.

"Why not? It's a nice bum," he said, rolling the two of them once more and sliding his hands down her back to caress her bum adoringly.

"Thanks," Hermione rolled her eyes. "Do I want to know what your friends currently believe we are to one another? They seemed awfully surprised when you called me yours."

Draco shrugged his shoulders, his hands tracing over her rear lightly as though he was trying to memorize every curve.

"Told them we're an item. That was your intention when you crawled back into bed with me this morning, yeah?" he asked. "It's that, or murder…. So… they're under the impression that I rocked your world so much you immediately forgot what a prat I am, and we'll live happily ever after."

Hermione laughed meanly.

"As though there's anything powerful enough in the world to make me forget what a prat you are?" she challenged, and Malfoy smirked before he smacked her arse hard enough to sting, making her jump. She uttered a little squeak of surprise at the burn of the spank, before narrowing her eyes on Malfoy when he looked thoroughly pleased with himself.

"I'm thinking that dating you might actually lead to murder," Hermione informed him nastily, though she wasn't entirely sure she meant it.

"Sure, you are," Malfoy rolled his eyes. "As though you won't fall for my charms and wind up besotted with me for all of your days."

"That'll be the day," Hermione scoffed, earning herself another spank, this time to the other bum cheek.

"Keep insulting me, love. Go on," he threatened, looking very much like he'd enjoy spending the rest of the day listening to her squeaks of surprise every time he spanked her.

"And bring you such joy?" Hermione scoffed. "I don't think so. Let go, would you? I need a shower, and I'm actually getting kind of hungry."

"Want company?" he offered without releasing her.

"In the shower?" she asked. "Or at lunch?"

"Both," he shrugged.

"Not sick of me yet, Malfoy?" Hermione asked, raising her eyebrows, genuinely surprised by the offer.

"Sick of my girlfriend?" he asked, smirking at the startled expression she shot him to hear him calling her that. "Not after less than twenty-four hours, love. Besides, if I don't join you in the shower, how else are you going to work enough conditioner through that nest of curls to ever get it all untangled, eh?"

Hermione narrowed her eyes on him.

"How bad is it?" she wanted to know, rolling off him and rising to her feet before crossing the room to spot her reflection.

"Looks like you lost a fight with a badger and he turned your hair into his set," Draco said, oh so kindly.

"Better than looking like someone dipped me in bleach," Hermione retorted, and she squealed when Malfoy leapt out of bed, crossed the room, and spanked her all over again.

"I'm going to spank you every time you insult me, love," he warned, smirking at her in the mirror when she jumped.

"Now you're just encouraging me to be mean to you," Hermione replied, and she couldn't help but giggle when his face went slack with surprise before he began to laugh out loud.