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Paper Airplanes

Chapter 18

(Halloween day; Hogsmeade)

The cool breeze hit Hermione in the face as she walked along the autumn leaf covered road. She was in between Ginny and Ron, with Harry on the end; the couple holding hands as they all walked in a line. Every once in a while the back of Ron's hand would brush hers, sending a wave a guilt into the pit of her stomach.

She noticed the longing glances he would give her every few minutes out of the corner of her eye, but she said nothing. With everything else going on in her life right now, the last thing she needed was for things to become awkward again between one of the only three people left she felt she could still count on. She ended up tucking her hands in her cloak pockets to prevent him from attempting to hold her hand as they walked to the three broomsticks to warm up.

Ron ended up holding the door open for the group when they finally reached the old inn. She assumed he was attempting to show the gentlemanly side of himself off, but tried not to think too hard about it as she thanked him.

The four of them approached the bar, where Harry promptly slid a few galleons over in exchange for four butterbeers. Hermione tipped hers back; letting the steamy drink warm her from the inside out. She hummed in delight as she wiped the small amount of foam from her upper lip with the back of her hand.

With the war raging on the last couple of years the little village hadn't done much in terms of decorating for this particular holiday, but it seemed they were trying to get back in the Halloween spirit. Hermione glanced around the place as she took in the festive streamers and jack-o-lanterns around the bar. A small smile formed on her lips, happy that at least some things were going back to normal.

"Looks like your brother is getting along nicely with Professor McElroy." Harry said as he nodded to the left.

Her smile faded as soon as it had appeared; replaced instantly by a wave of nausea. She jerked her head in the direction Harry had gestured to; registering that he was talking about Charlie. To her dismay, he had been right. At the round booth in the corner sat her ex-boyfriend with his arm around the new transfiguration professor's shoulder. She was talking animatedly as he smiled and laughed with her.

"Good for him." Ron nodded in approval. "She's by far the best looking of all the professors. Don't you think?"

As Harry nodded with a small smirk, Ginny smacked both of them on the backs of their heads. "Don't be so insensitive!"

"Insensitive?" Ron asked confused as he rubbed the sore spot. "To who? I was paying the both of them a compliment!"

Ginny glared at him and crossed her arms. "Just be more tactful then."

"Bloody hell Gin!" He cursed under his breath as her shoe made contact with his shin.

Hermione ignored the bickering siblings as she continued to watch their older brother on his cozy date. Her teeth were biting down on the tip of her tongue so she couldn't speak out against them, or cry and scream like her instincts were telling her to. She knew she had made this mess of a figurative bed, and now she was going to have to lie in it.

As Charlie lifted his hand to tuck the other witches bangs behind her ear, Hermione felt another blow to her already wounded heart. Flashbacks of him tucking curls out the way of her face in a similar fashion crossed her mind as she watched him lean in close. Linda McElroy smiled softly at him as his head dipped down to press his lips to hers in a soft kiss.

It felt as if she had swallowed her own throat, and her eyes burned from trying to keep the tears at bay. She knew she should stop staring, as it would only clue her friends in to her true feelings, but her eyes stayed glued to the couple in the corner. One kiss turned into two as Charlie cradled the dark haired woman's head in one hand, and it wasn't until Ginny nudged her in the shoulder that she finally had the strength to look away.

"It's not polite to stare Hermione." She whispered.

"Sorry." Hermione shook her head. "I was spacing out; I just realized there were some head girl duties I forgot to take care of this morning before I met up with you guys." She claimed in a surprisingly normal voice. "I'll have to catch up with you later."

"You're ditching us again?" Ron groaned, looking as if he really didn't want to be the third wheel to Harry and Ginny yet again.

"Yes, sorry." She lied as she downed the rest of her drink. "You know how important this position is to me though."

"Yeah, fine." He waved her off. "We just miss you is all."

"I'll make it up to you soon." She claimed with a forced smile. "I promise."

With another glance at the corner booth, Hermione practically ran out the door; not only away from her friends, but away from the man she loved. A man, who it appeared, had already moved on.

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Luckily, Hermione had been able to make it past Filch before the real tears hit; the sobs completely wracking her body as she entered the castle. She was so tired of crying; it seemed that was all she did when she was alone these days.

Since everyone else was still in Hogsmeade, the halls were empty; leaving her to grieve in peace as she made her way to her dorm. She was hoping to crawl into bed and take a long nap now that she had escaped any onlookers. Maybe if she slept through til morning she could pretend today had never happened.

If Charlie was truly moving on with Professor McElroy already, than there was no hope for a reconciliation once the year was over. It seemed that she had burned that bridge for good this time. She finally had to admit that good didn't always triumph over evil as she had always thought. All the strife that Draco had caused her since her birthday six weeks ago pretty much proved it.

The flow of tears began to lighten as her mind was overcome with those thoughts. Then her emotions turned a bit darker; thoughts that made her more angry than sad crossing her mind. It wasn't just her who had burned the bridge of true love; the two men fighting over her had each played their own part. In fact, it was Charlie who had suggested the notes in the tree in the first place. He was the one who had then pressured her into meeting him at the three broomsticks, and it was him who had broken into her dorm to confront her. Everything that had gotten them caught by Draco Malfoy had been almost entirely his fault; along with everything else that had been caused as a result, like her having to push him away. He was really the one to blame for the demise of their relationship.

As she stomped down the hallway that led to her dorm, she dried her tears with the edge of her cloak. The bubble of hate that had been directed at Draco for the past few weeks began to grow in size, and it now had a space dedicated just for Charlie.

Now that she was more pissed off than upset, she took her stomping to a new level. She almost blew the dragon portrait off its hinges as she muttered the password to step inside the heads common room. Anything that reminded her of Charlie Weasley was going to get blasted to smithereens from here on out.

Anger clouding her senses, It took her a moment to register that something was different about the room she had just stepped into. It wasn't until she noticed Draco exiting his dorm with an armload of candles that she realized how dim the lighting was. Behind him there was a roaring fire in the fireplace, with some intricate magicarved pumpkins on each side; a tray with fruit and two glasses of wine laid out on the hearth, and some fluffy throw pillows and blankets on the shag rug in front of it.

"Shit." He whispered as he noticed her by the entrance. "You're back earlier than I expected."

Hermione froze in place, realizing that he had been setting up an elaborate evening for them to spend together. She had forgotten their usual date night was scheduled for tonight, but it looked like he was going to the extreme. Taking another glance around the room she noticed the container of orange and black rose petals that he hadn't laid out yet, and the chocolate covered strawberries still under a stasis charm on the table. The room was elegant and seductive, and he obviously intended to further things with her tonight.

"I was hoping to surprise you. You've made me so happy the past few weeks I wanted to spoil you a bit in return." He claimed as he lit the tealights and sent them inside each pumpkin with his wand. "Plus, I thought maybe you'd like to celebrate Halloween together."

Her anger flared up again. How dare the men in her life assume what she would want. How dare they put her into situations she couldn't get out of. She was tired of being controlled by one and pushed around by the other. They expected her to do whatever they wanted, and take it without a fuss. Well fuck that, she would show them!

First she'd show Charlie; if he could go and kiss someone else than so could she. And right now she'd show Draco Malfoy. She wanted him to know exactly what a night with her could really be like when she was willing. She'd give him the best night of his life and then leave him wanting more. He would strive and strive to find a night that would match up, and never ever be able to; for he'd never have her of her own free will again. Not for the rest of his no good stinkin life.

It was a hasty decision, one she would later regret when her mind was clear and she'd had time to reflect. But at that point in time, she did not care. In that moment she was so angry and so frustrated that all she wanted was to feel like she still had a little bit of control left.

Hermione stalked her way across the room as fast as her legs could travel without running, and then kissed him full on the mouth. He staggered backward from the sudden impact, but he wrapped his arms around her waist to catch her out of reflex. Her arms clutched onto his shoulders and her teeth practically clashed with his as she snogged him aggressively.

Draco hummed deep in his throat. He was surprised by her reaction to his cozy set up, but recovered quickly; kissing her back with equal force. He had hoped for a passionate snogging session tonight, but wasn't planning on pushing his luck until after dessert had been served.

One of his hands came up to cradle the back of her head as his tongue traced the seam of her lips. This spurred Hermione on even more, as she thrust her tongue into his mouth and brought her left leg up to wrap around his hip. Her foot locked itself around the back of his knee to bring her body flush against his.

She nipped and sucked his bottom lip before swiping her tongue along the back of his front teeth. She was pouring all her anger and resentment into her motions. The tips of her fingernails pressed into the back of his neck, making him wince as she continued her assault.

Draco wasn't quite sure what had driven her to act like this, but he was loving it. This was definitely a step forward. It looked like maybe she had finally gotten over his little trick with the bracelet. He thought she was ready to give in and be with him; that her aggressiveness was her trying to work out the rest of her pent up anger from before.

One of Hermione's hands slipped down to his belt, where she quickly had it unbuckled and thrown to the side. She could tell he was already hard as the tips of her fingers brushed against the bulge.

"Holy hell Hermione." He whispered, liking this new version of her that was desperate for him.

Her fingers undid the button on his pants before slipping beneath the band of his boxers. She stroked him firmly with her palm as her tongue kept at it's exploration of his mouth.

Draco groaned as she rubbed her hand up and down his package, and he nipped her upper lip in approval. One of his hands slid down to grope her backside; sliding his hand into the pocket of her jeans as he tried to grind into her hand.

"Oh, yes." He moaned as she ripped his shirt open; sending buttons flying in several different directions.

"I want you to lick me." She suddenly demanded as she pulled out of the kiss; scraping her teeth against his bottom lip in the process. "Fuck me with your tongue and make me come."

Draco nodded vigorously as he kicked his shoes off and flung them across the room. She already had her own off with her jeans unbuttoned and pushed down to her ankles. She knew she wasn't going to be wet enough for penetration anytime soon without this; she was angry, not horny.

"Yeah, anything." He replied. He would do anything she wanted if it meant taking their relationship this direction. He thought she was finally compliant, and loved how needy he thought she was for him.

"Then lay on the ground." She demanded urgently; shrugging her cloak off and throwing her shirt off over her head. "Get on your back right now."

Draco shrugged his freshly ripped shirt off his shoulders, and dropped to the ground without wasting a second. The rug was warm and cushioning against his back as she followed him to the floor; dropping her panties and bra in the process. She straddled his hips and ground her bare pussy over the bulge still in his boxers. This made him moan and dig his fingers into her hips as she dry humped him.

Hermione grabbed his hands and pushed them to the floor as she scooted upwards to sit on his chest instead. She nipped his lips harshly, punishing him for touching her without her permission yet. Her tongue came out to soothe it slightly before scooting the rest of the way up to straddle his face; rubbing her slit against the stubble of his chin before positioning it against his waiting mouth.

Eagerly, he dipped his tongue out to swipe against her clit. He hadn't tasted her in weeks, and had missed the feel of her naked body against him terribly. He had been growing impatient with the taking things slow routine he'd promised her, and was glad that they had finally turned a corner. He flicked her little bud back and forth before sucking on it.

She finally moaned with her head thrown back as his mouth continued its assault. Her fingers threaded themselves in his hair as she ground down on his face. She was finally starting to get wet, and not just from the saliva on his tongue.

"Right there." She commanded as he tongue fucked a particularly sensitive spot. She gripped his hair tighter to keep him positioned right where she wanted him.

With his hands now free, Draco wrapped one arm around her back while the other reached up to tweak a nipple between his fingers. He had never seen her this uninhibited before and wanted to continue to drive her to the edge. His goal was to give her the most intense orgasm of her life; to show her what he could do when she begged for it.

Hermione was aching at this point. She could feel her first orgasm in weeks approaching as she rode his face towards that finish line. Her breathing increased and her moans came out in pants as he continued to work her over with his tongue.

With another rather harsh pinch to her nipple, and swipe of his tongue in just the right spot, he had her squeezing his head tightly between her thighs. She almost blacked out from the intensity of her orgasm as it hit her. A scream escaped her throat as she clenched, and she continued to ride his face through the waves of pleasure that overtook her.

Draco didn't care if he suffocated as she clenched and pressed herself against his face harder, he would die a happy man regardless. He had never seen her come so hard in all of the times they'd fucked before. The only problem now was her actions had been so incredibly sexy that he was now aching for his own release. His erection was throbbing with need after being ignored for so many weeks on end.

Hermione finally stopped spasming and rolled off him to collapse by his side. She gasped deeply several times in order to catch her breath before planning her attack for the next round. He was panting beside her hip, though not as heavily. She realized she must have semi cut off his air supply while she'd ridden his face so hard there at the end.

In hindsight she wished she'd have squeezed a little harder. Maybe it would have killed him.

"Where the hell did that come from?" He asked once he finally caught his breath. "Not that I'm complaining."

Hermione sat up and turned to face him, ignoring his question. "Go sit on the chaise, I'm not done yet."

"A little bit of roll reversal huh?" He smirked as he sat up. "Okay, I'll play."

Draco pushed his already undone pants the rest of the way down to the floor; his boxers tagging along. He stepped out of them before sitting on the chaise lounge just to the left of the fireplace. He leaned against the back cushion as she sauntered toward him; staring at his cock hungrily. His elbows took to leaning against the armrests on either side as he waited for her to make her next move.

Her eyes locked onto his prick as she approached; thinking about how fun it would be to smash it between her knees. She'd do it too, if his control on the bracelet wasn't still making her comply with his original demands. She still couldn't actually hurt him or use her wand against him, not that she hadn't thought about it.

As she came to kneel at the foot of the chaise, she drug her tongue along his shaft as she crawled up his legs. He shuddered as it swirled up the head, but it only lasted for one swipe before she had planted a knee on each side of him and straddled his hips.

One of her arms wrapped delicately around his neck as her other hand guided the tip of his throbbing member to her entrance. Her nipples brushed up his chest to his chin, and then back down again as she let him sink into her at an achingly slow pace. He threw his head back with a low groan as she impaled herself on him to the hilt. Her tight heat felt even better than he'd remembered.

"Shit, Granger." He cursed involuntarily as she began to ride him maniacally.

Hermione purposefully rubbed her tits against his chest with every bounce, and ground her hips against his pelvis with every thrust. His hands had long abandoned the arm rest so they could hold her hips as she fucked him.

She guided her right breast to his mouth and massaged the back of his neck to hint that she wanted him to suck on it; moaning as his tongue came out to lick a circle around it.

"I want you to bite it." She begged. "And don't you dare be gentle." She growled out as she continued to ride him.

She was still angry, but also extremely aroused at being able to turn the table on him. In that moment she wanted the physical pain of rough sex to push her emotional pain away. She wanted to forget about Charlie and McElroy by drowning in a sea of an intense mixture of pleasure and pain.

"You're being really naughty tonight." Draco grinned through gritted teeth as he tried to keep himself from coming too soon. "I like it."

He pulled the peak between his teeth and did as requested; biting, nibbling and sucking one as he pinched and twisted the other. As she rode him harder, his teeth would dig further into her flesh causing her to focus on the sharp pain instead of on her broken heart. As much as she hated him this was a much needed distraction and she was nowhere near done using him.

"Fuck! Fuck." He growled into her chest as he came almost without warning.

His teeth clamped down especially hard on her nipple as he rode his orgasm out; pumping into her ferociously from underneath. The intensity of it all pulled her to the precipice right along with him; screaming again as she fell over that edge once more.

"Holy fucking hell." He cursed against the skin of her breast as she continued to clench around him; prolonging the pleasure he felt.

He held her to him as they both gasped for breath. Her entire body seemed to still be spasming in the aftershock. His hand began to rub her back in a soothing manner; stroking it up and down as he pressed a kiss to her neck. He wanted to show her his sweet side now that she had given him exactly what he wanted.

Without speaking, Hermione suddenly detached herself from him; pushing his arms away from her before kneeling between his legs. Her lips immediately wrapped themselves around his already softening member, licking and sucking it back to attention as she started to bob her head up and down.

"Merlin's pants Hermione." He groaned as the fingers of one hand threaded into her hair. "Take it easy."

"I need you hard again." She explained impatiently as one of her hands wrapped itself around the base of his penis; stroking him while she took time out to talk. "You're going to fuck me from behind, and I don't want it gentle."

"Anything you want." He nodded, finding her behavior odd, but not wanting to disrupt her frisky mood. "Though I didn't think you liked it so rough."

"I like different things depending on my mood." She said before slowly dragging her tongue over his balls without breaking eye contact. "And right now I'm in the mood to take it as hard as you can give it."

Both Draco's eyebrows raised almost to his hairline from her naughty words. He groaned through heavy breathing as she continued to suck and lick the head. He was hard again in record time with how dirty she was acting, and he loved it. He loved kinky sex.

"Do you still want me or not?" She asked when he didn't answer; giving him a deviant smile before continuing to lave his balls with her tongue.

He groaned involuntarily as she moved again; the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, but there was only one correct answer.

"Fuck yes I do."

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"I think this might have been the best night of my life." He whispered against her neck as he pressed kisses behind the back of her ear.

They were curled up under a blanket in front of the still roaring fire; having gone at it until well after midnight. A half a dozen orgasms later and they were both on the verge of passing out from overexertion. Draco had been silently spooning her from behind, hands caressing her bare skin under the blanket.

"Really?" She asked; darkly excited by how well her plan had worked.

"Really." He confirmed as he grabbed her chin so he could tilt her face toward him; softly pressing a kiss to her lips. "You were absolutely incredible tonight, and you've made me so happy by giving us a chance."

"I'm glad." She smiled as he kissed her once more before snuggling in behind her for the night.

And she meant it too. She was glad. She needed him at his happiest tonight; for it was the only way to truly crush him later.

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A/N: I did not realize it had been six months since this fic last got updated. I do actually feel awful about it, and I hope it has been a good enough chapter that you can forgive me.