Because of You- Bathroom AU

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/38588085.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: F/M
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Relationship: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Non-Canon Relationship, Alternate Universe - Harry
Potter Setting, Not Epilogue Compliant, POV Draco Malfoy, POV
Hermione Granger, Virgin Hermione Granger, Hate Sex, Rough Sex,
Rough Kissing, Smut, Bathroom Sex, First Time, Hermione
Granger/Draco Malfoy Smut, Hate to Love, Dubious Consent, Enemies
to Lovers, Possessive Draco Malfoy
Language: English
Series: Part 2 of Because Of You / Me After You
Collections: Dramione to Read
Stats: Published: 2022-04-24 Words: 4,686 Chapters: 1/1
 Because of You- Bathroom AU
by Stein048

Summary

The highly request “bathroom AU” scene from Because of You….what if Hermione and
Draco had never been interrupted that moment in the bathroom?

**this is currently a one-shot smut chapter…I may indulge myself in the future to return to it
but as for now, this is what you get**

Friends and family, move along.

Inspired by Because of You by Stein048

Hermione fell away from the duel, pain tearing through her body from a deflected hex. She
was barely aware as Molly came in like a bull, all maternal instincts and anger as she found
her daughter and friends under attack.

It was almost unbearable.

She gathered her strength and stumbled away, wanting to continue her restless search for
Harry. She had yet to find him. Her legs caved from under her as she dragged her body along
the wall.

So was so fucking exhausted. She needed to heal herself first.

She dug in her charmed pouch in search of a blood-replenishing potion, her fingers blindly
fumbling for the potion. A spell flew by her head and she ducked through a doorway into a
bathroom, nearly skidding across the tiles.

The ground was slick with water from a broken faucet. Red stained the floor.

Blood.

Hermione braced a hand on one of the stalls and looked across the chamber as pain rippled
through her body.

Draco was there, battle torn and bloodied like her. Their eyes met in the mirror as water
flooded out of the sink in front of him. His hands gripped the edge of the overflowing sink,
blood staining his porcelain hands to mingle with the water as it ran over the lip of the sink.

They didn’t say anything. He was hurt. She was hurt.

No snide comments or jabbing remarks.

A mutual understanding of their pain passed between them, of needing to gather their
strength.

She made her way to him, his silver eyes watching her closely in the mirror. Blood smeared
his face and was mixed into his blonde hair, which stood on end. She looked no better; her
clothes were stained, flecks of blood marred her skin and ash could almost pass as freckles at
a glance. He didn’t move, his hand slipping slightly along the sink, his blood smearing along
the white. She moved forward, stopping just behind him. It was in that moment that realized
that he was just barely holding himself upright.

Irritation flashed across his face as he continued to look at her. He wanted to be left the fuck
alone.

“Malfoy?”

Bloody hell, he thought to himself.

The concern in her voice caught him off guard.

The room started to spin around Draco, the edges of his vision growing dark as the room
closed in on him. His foot slipped on the wet tiles beneath their feet and his body fell,
careening backwards. She pushed down her own pain as she caught him in her arms, falling
backwards with him. His weight bore down on her, pinning her briefly to the ground. He was
only briefly aware of her arms around his waist as his consciousness wavered.

Hermione struggled under him until she managed to roll him off, letting his head pillow in
her thigh. His face was pale— paler than normal, anyway—as she looked down at him. His
lashes, which had been momentarily shut, slid open to look up at her.

She was practically panting from the exertion of adjusting his weight, her brows furrowing
over her large brown eyes in concern as she looked down at him.

Fucking meddling bitch, why couldn’t she just leave him alone? She infuriated him.

“You’re hurt,” she said quietly, her hand hovering awkwardly over his stomach, taking in his
poor condition. His black shirt clung wetly to his stomach and she knew it wasn’t from the
water.

“Keen observation, Granger,” Draco sneered, his hand gripping his side as he bit back a
pained groan.

“Let me—“ she reached for his shirt.

“No, just leave me,” he bit out, shoving her hand away weakly.

Hermione ignored his attempt to push her away as she tore open his shirt, sending the buttons
flying away.

Her voice wavered, “I can heal you.”

“ Fuck off. ”

She ignored him as she looked down at his bare chest, a dozen old scars crisscrossing in
every direction. His pale skin was stained red from a gaping wound that cut across his
stomach. His blood was slipping down his side to the ground beneath them. The white tiles
were turning red at an alarming rate. Draco could feel himself growing weaker and her being
here to witness him in such a pitiful state only made it worse.

She tore the bottom of her shirt off and balled it up, pressing it to the wound to slow the
bleeding. He hissed between his teeth, slamming his head into her leg against the pain.

Even if she knew the counter curse, she was still too drained to fix this with her magic.

Draco didn’t know the counter curse either. He had no idea what had struck him.

It was grim odds for him without something to stabilize him.

She spoke more to herself than him, “You’ve lost a lot of blood. I have one replenishing
potion left that can help until we get you to—“

Draco let out a pained groan, even managing to roll his eyes at her words as he clamped a
hand over hers. His grip was rough as he pressed their hands tight to his wound, “Goddamn
it, leave me alone. Save it for yourself, please. I came here to fucking –“

“What? Die? Don’t talk like that,” Hermione scolded him as she reached for her bag.

She could hardly believe that Draco Malfoy would give up so easily, his self-preservation
usually kicked in by now and he would be frantic to save his own skin.

Hermione had exactly one left. One that she had intended for herself but he was in a worse
condition. She would be fine for a little while longer. But Draco would not leave this room
without it. He was fading before her and it was alarming to watch someone’s life slip away.

She dug blindly in her pouch and pulled the vial out, popping the cork out with her teeth. She
spit it away and held the vial up to his lips.

Draco looked up at her, his face growing more pallid as the seconds stretched by. He was
blatantly refusing her at this point, those silver eyes of his dark with pain and whatever
remaining stubbornness he had left in him.

Maybe it was just hate for her, she didn’t know. But he didn’t want her here. To see him like
this.

Draco refused to accept the help this time. Fuck this and fuck her. Just because she had taken
pity on him during the battle to stop him from joining the Death Eaters didn’t mean she had a
right to save him now.

“Drink it, Malfoy. You need it more than I do,” She said quietly and firmly, waiting for him
to open his lips. She was tempted to pry his mouth open at this point.

“Why?” He finally asked, barely opening his lips as he spoke. He was furious at her for
invading his private pity party, for trying to save him when he didn’t deserve it, and for
everything fucking thing she had ever one-upped him on.

Seizing the opportunity, she tipped the vial up and dumped the liquid into his mouth.

He sputtered angrily at the taste of the bitter potion. Trying hard not to swallow the potion, he
reached up and snared that infuriating mass of curls and dragged her down to him. Her eyes
grew wide a moment before their mouths collided. He roughly shoved his tongue past her
lips, forcing what was left of the potion into her mouth as she let out a startled noise. She
could taste the bitter potion on her tongue as he crudely spit it into her mouth, a final fucking
act of defiance and refusal to let her save him.

The replenishing potion was bitter on their tongues as they met in her mouth and the magic
sent a tingle through his body as it immediately started to work on him. There was the
stitching ache as the wound tried to close itself even though it couldn’t without the correct
spell. The fog of pain started to drift away and clear his mind.

Even in this gross delivery, Hermione could feel the potion seeping into her bloodstream as
her aches easing as wounds and bruises faded away.

But Draco didn’t release her and Hermione didn’t pull away.

They hung suspended in the moment.

His fingers twisted into her hair angrily, holding her to him as his tongue crudely conquered
her mouth. He felt her hand on his face and for one triumphant moment he thought he had
won.

But no , instead those fingers slipped into his hair to return the favor as she gripped the back
of his head, her tongue meeting his with frustrated ardor. He pissed her off like no one else
had before and she hated him. His absolute refusal to accept the potion like a fucking
gentleman infuriated her and now this?

The taste of the potion was fading as he gathered his strength and sat upright, their mouths
never breaking apart from the heated kiss as he pushed her body with his. He bit her lip hard
and she tore away from him with a pained gasp, anger flashing across her face. He had
smeared his blood across her face when he had moved to grab her hair moments ago and she
looked utterly feral. His eyes were blazing as they stared at each other, their breathing
ragged.

Holy fuck, they both thought.

Draco twisted his fist into her hair, dragging her forward against his chest again. Her lips
parted, wet and swollen from his hateful kiss.

“Fucking Mudblood, I hate you ,” he sneered against her lips.

“Feelings mutual, Pureblooded —“ Her eyes flashed dangerously as they met his.

“Frizzy haired know-it-all —“ He pushed himself to his knees so he hovered over her, jerking
her head back and their lips grazing each other as he angled her face towards his.

“ Racist —“ She grabbed the collar of his shirt with her other hand. She was panting now as
their lips hovered next to each other, those silver eyes burning into her.

“ Bitch !”

Their voices rose to a shout as they tried to speak over the other, their hands tangled in the
others' hair as they vied for some sense of dominance or control over each other. In all their
years of tolerating the other, they almost never touched and the physical contact broke down
a new barrier that they didn’t know existed.

Draco loomed over her, his fist dragging her head back as his lips crashed down hers,
silencing her as she grabbed his shirt. Her scalp burned as he twisted her hair and roughly
kissed her, practically dragging her upright as he rose to his feet with his other hand fisting
the neck of her shirt.

Their lips melded together as their emotions erupted between them, years of pent up anger
and unjust hatred. Of desperation. His body was screaming at him in pain at his movements
and her body ached.

But he didn’t care as he hungrily devoured her lips, wanting to silence her.

Wanting to make her say his name.

He wanted to punish her for being here.

For being brilliant.

Being stupid.

“Fucking stupid —“ he tore his mouth away, slamming her back against one of the stall
doors.

Pain exploded along her back but she didn’t care as her hand was still buried in his hair and
she dragged him with her. The wind was briefly knocked out of her as he fell against her
chest and she forced his mouth back to hers.

“— Hate you —“ Hermione growled against his lips as she pulled his hair in retaliation, his
teeth gripping her bottom lip and sending shockwaves of slight pain through her.

She fucking hated him; for being stupid and not taking the potion like he was supposed to,
for fighting her in everything.

Why couldn’t he just be fucking grateful?

“—ever shut up?” Draco’s hand released her shirt, grabbing her chin forcefully as he silenced
her again by plunging his tongue into her mouth.

It was rough and painful and completely incensed her to no end as his fingers dug into her
cheeks, forcing her to accept his kiss.

Hermione tried to jerk her face free of him, the movement causing them to tumble through
the open door into the stall. Draco grunted in pain as he grabbed her waist, jerking her
upright against his chest as he pulled the upright and back against the door, slamming it
beneath his weight and shutting them in the stall.

There was barely a pause in their heated kiss as she fell against his chest to stand between his
legs as he braced himself upright. All rational thought had left the first moment their lips had
met and now they were battling some irrational dominance over the other.

They both fought through their pain, his hand skating along her jaw to her throat, sending a
thrill through her body at the possessive touch she had never imagined to feel from him
before. His other hand spread wide on her back, arching her body into his chest. He grunted
as she leaned into him and she was too angry to care, maybe even delighting in causing him
pain as his fingers gripped her neck in response.

Draco’s hand slipped down to her ass, crudely grabbing it as he ground her against him. His
other hand that was on her throat slid mockingly gentle to her face, pushing her chin up as he
tore his mouth from hers. He practically growled against her neck, forcefully blowing her
hair away as his lips skated along her skin. Her body shivered at the sensation and he
suddenly bit into her shoulder as her hand drifted up to the side of his face, a faint whisper
escaping her lips.

Draco’s heart was pumping furiously as he shamelessly buried his face against Granger’s
neck, all rational thought having left him at this point as he was driven by pure desire and
hate. The emotions that roiled inside him were confusing. Her pulse leapt beneath his lips as
they hovered a moment against the dip of her neck. He could almost forget who was in his
arms because she so eagerly responded to his touch.

And normally she would never let him touch her as he was right now.

The way his hand gripped her ass in a way that made her feel like for a moment she was his
and not Ron’s. That maybe he wanted her. The way her heart raced at his possessive touch
was enough to send her thoughts racing.

Hermione may have saved him, but she hated him.

And he hated her.

Right?

He hated the way her body pressed into his, the feel of her breasts pressing against his chest
with each breath of hers.

The feel of her hand slipped along his cheek, which sent a shiver through his body. He hated
it and he crudely reacted, biting at her shoulder. He should be repulsed by her but he had felt
an infuriating connection to her amidst the battle. They had fallen into an easy rhythm with
each other.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

They were on a cusp of running down a path neither of them knew had existed and he wanted
to take it further.

Reality crashed around them as the door to the bathroom slammed open and they both stilled.
His lips grazed her skin, her hand stilling at his temple. Neither of them moved save for their
labored breathing. They just hovered in the moment, so close to falling back into each other
as whoever paced through the bathroom just outside the stall.

Her pulse was racing beneath his lips as he held her close, knowing he should push her away.

They should take this interruption as a sign and return to their sanity.
Clearly this was wrong.

This was not supposed to happen.

Draco despised the way her body trembled in his arms, how hard he was for her. And she
hated how good his mouth felt on her skin, the way she was aroused by him.

Neither had felt such an explosion of passion before and it caught them off guard.

Yes, this interloper was the perfect excuse to stop—

Their steps receded and the door shut behind them.

For a heartbeat they remained tangled in each other’s arms, their thoughts raging. His hair
was silky smooth between her fingers, teasing her to keep touching it, to rumble it. Her body
was molded to his, one hand still gripping the globe of her ass through her jeans.

That tension broke like a wound rubber band and his lips collided with hers again, wanting to
feel the heat of them against his lips.

Hermione buried her fingers into his hair as his tongue slipped between her lips, taking her
mouth as his. She felt his hand tearing at her shirt and she followed his lead, pushing the
black shirt from his shoulders.

Draco roughly shoved her back against the wall as he dragged the shirt off her, throwing it to
the side as his mouth claimed hers again. His shirt dropped away a moment before he was
reaching for her pants, jerking the buttons free.

She bit his bottom lip and he let out a quiet growl as his hands gripped her hips, her skin
warm and smooth beneath his fingertips. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of his pants as
he slipped his hands under the band of her jeans, pushing them down over her hips. He batted
her hands away as he removed his pants, kicking them away hastily. Her face was flushed as
she watched him, her hands lingering on his chest as he returned to her.

Their lips melding together again as his hand slid into those messy curls, the heat of their
almost naked bodies pressed together. He wanted to ruin that perfect bloody composure of
hers, that she clung to even now as his hands returned to her waist. His fingers bit into her
skin as his mouth left hers, pressing hot kisses along her throat.

Hermione’s head fell back against the wall at the feel of his lips on her skin, how they were
softer than she would have imagined as they burned against her skin. She gripped his
shoulders as his hands skated down her backside, sliding down panties at the same time. Her
breathing grew more shallow as his hands cupped the globes of her asscheeks, pulling her
body flush to his. She could feel his hard length through his boxers, the fact that he wanted
her.

As her underwear fell to the ground, he felt her hand hooking the edge of his boxers and
dragging them down from his hips. The cool air of the bathroom swept over him and he
wrapped an arm around her waist as her body shivered against his. He buried her face against
her neck; the thought that he had Hermione Granger in his arms, naked except for her bra,
was driving him wild. He watched the swell of her breasts rising and falling over the top of
her bra as he eased back, her arm wrapping around his neck. He lifted her body and roughly
pushed her against the wall, using his other hand to direct her legs around his waist.

Her lips were parted, swollen and bruised from his kisses, as he held her. Hovering. The head
of his cock just brushing her entrance. Even without touching her he could feel the heat from
her push, how slick she was. How ready she was for him.

Because she wanted him.

“Tell me now. Tell me to stop, Granger,” He demanded in a harsh growl.

Draco’s hand gripped her ass roughly, his other hand on her thigh. He would leave bruises,
she knew. Just like he had ruined her skin on her neck. His eyes were molten steel as they met
hers, his white blonde hair swept back from his face and was messy. His alabaster skin, still
stained with red, was flushed.

He looked fucking handsome, in the most barbaric way possible.

Because he was about to take her.

Right here, in the bathroom.

And her heart was beating against her sternum as reached out to the back of his neck,
dragging his mouth back to hers.

Hermione felt the head of his cock sliding along her soaked lips, sending jolts of pleasure
through her at the touch. She had never felt someone touching her like this, never been quite
so aroused. Never been fucked.

The pressure built as he lowered her body onto his cock, her pussy stretching around him.
The pain stole her breath as her nails dug into his skin, her body tensing on its own as she
froze. He was relentless, easing her down inch by excruciating inch until he was fully inside
her. Suddenly she felt his hand releasing her thigh to reach her face, his thumb sweeping
across her cheek to wipe away a tear from her face. She hadn’t been aware she had cried until
his fingers touched her, smearing her hot tears across her face as his lips gentled on hers.

He didn’t move as he held her, her legs clenched tightly around his hips. Had Draco known…
his heart was going to erupt from his chest as it pounded furiously, his lips playing across
hers as she clung to him. She had completely froze in his arms, her eyes shut tight.

Fuck. He had wanted to hurt her, to ruin her, but he had not imagined he would be her first.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He whispered against her lips as he wiped his fingers soothingly along
her cheeks, “Fuck. Fuck. I’m sorry.”

He felt her lips shift against his, her pain ebbing away as her body eased into hers.
The pressure was easing away, the feel of him stretching her slowly becoming more
comfortable. The pain was less as he shifted against her, slowly sliding her along his length
as he whispered meaningless apologies.

Hermione didn’t want him to see her crying and tore her mouth from his, burying her mouth
against the smooth skin along the crook of his neck. Her breathing was uneven as she gripped
his shoulders, feeling the uncomfortable pressure falling away as he moved her, his cock
sliding in and out of her pussy. Each stroke sent a shiver through her body, a faint ripple of
pleasure as heat curled through her.

Draco’s breathing was shallow as he held her against the wall, using the combination of her
weight and thrusting up into her to fuck her slowly. He could feel the resistance fading as the
walls of her pussy gripped him, stroked him. She was so tight, so wet, so fucking virginal.

God, he hated himself for this and fucking loved every moment of it at the same time.

The little sounds she made against his throat as she fell each time onto his cock as he thrust
up into her. The whole world fell away from them as his hand roughly pushed her back
against the wall, forcing her to look at him. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen and
bruised.

And he was furious at her, for letting him take what wasn’t his.

Draco buried himself deeper and harder into her as he felt her body trembling against his,
knowing her pleasure was driving her closer to her climax, the same orgasm he now chased.
His hand slipped up just to under her jaw, holding her tight as he took her lips hungrily.

“You’re so stupid,” he whispered against her lips, thrusting into her as her nails dug into his
shoulders.

Her body was humming with the intensity of her pleasure now as she held his gaze, “I
fucking hate you, Draco Malfoy.”

He groaned against her mouth, “Say my name again. Say it when you cum.”

Hermione felt herself about to fall into her orgasm, her whole body trembling against his as
she tried to push him away and at the same time her legs clenched around his hips to pull him
closer.

“You’re going to cum, don’t push me away,” he demanded as his hand gripped her asscheek ,
fucking her harder as her pussy clenched down around his cock.

“Please …” She pleaded as she reached up to grip her wrist, his fingers holding her face. She
didn’t know what she was begging for. A release, her orgasm, for him to stop. The pleasure
was unbearable, tearing through her body with each hard stroke of his length. He was
relentless, driving her towards a primal release.

His lips ghosted hers, “You need to let go.”

Hermione felt a moan tearing from her throat as her orgasm crashed over her, “D— Draco…
Please…”

Draco felt his own climax hit him at the way she said his name, a broken plea on her lips. The
way she dragged out the a and o amidst her climax. He kissed her deeply as he joined her in
oblivion, filling her pussy with his cum.

Their lips continued to play against each other, their tongues joining and parting. No longer
trying to conquer the other as they eased the other down from their combined highs.

He slipped his fingers into her hair as he let out a shaky sigh, trying to slow the frantic pace
of his heart. He slipped himself out of her pussy and gently lowered her legs to the ground.
Her legs shook as her feet touched the ground, her hand tightening in his shoulder.

“Fuck, Granger. Why do you have to be perfect in everything?” He whispered hotly against
her mouth, his hand slipping to her lower back to stabilize her.

Because he has never felt such an intense orgasm before.

He had never been so turned on before by someone.

Hermione’s hand slid from his shoulder to the back of his neck, looking up at him with those
big brown eyes of hers as she steadied herself against his chest.

She was so conflicted by emotions as her mind roiled with turbulent thoughts. He was
looking at her, his face mirroring hers with the same confusion.

They had no idea what to make of what had just occurred between them. How to rationalize
it, to explain it. The sheer intensity of their emotions and pleasure they had felt with each
other.

“You know I can’t let anyone else have you, right?” Draco said as he leaned his arm against
the wall besides her head, his mouth hovering overs hers as his fingers stroked along her jaw.

She opened her mouth to retort and he silenced her as his fingers curled around her chin.

“Had I known you were a virgin, I wouldn’t have touched you,” he frowned as he looked
down at her, his thumb brushing across her bottom lip. Wet and bruised from his kisses. “But
know you’re mine now. I don’t share.”

“Malfoy—“ She started but he kissed her hotly again.

“You felt it too,” Draco whispered against her lips. Logic had gone out the window before
and now his mind was struggling to wrap itself around the new emotions that flooded his
senses. He rested his forehead against hers as he searched her eyes, “The intensity. The
connection. Whatever just happened we won’t ever find again, with anyone else. Not with
your Weasley. Not with Pansy. No one will come close.”

Whatever hate they felt for each other had just been trumped by this experience.
They both knew he was right.

And she hated that he was right.

And she would spend every day trying to prove him wrong, just as he would try to prove
himself right. They would spend the rest of their lives together, vying to best the other just as
they always had. A silent battle between them, never ending and never being won by either of
them because they had found someone who was their equal.
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