A/N: This is a hot little songfic based on the song “Trouble” by Bonnie McKee. If you’ve never heard it, I recommend downloading it. There is a download link in my profile, otherwise I’m sure you can find it on YouTube or something. Definitely listen to it while reading. It makes it so much better. Enjoy!

Warning: Smut, smut and more smut.

Disclaimer: I’m not rich. I’m not JK Rowling. I’m not the creator of Harry Potter. All of that is extremely depressing.

Special Thanks: Thank you very much to kazfeist for checking this over for me. She’s an extremely thorough beta. Thanks, Karen!

Trouble
O.N.E

Ah yes
I remember too well
How hard
I tried avoiding your spell

I can see him across the bar, staring and smiling at me. Even though I know I shouldn’t, I smile back. Yeah, I smile. I’m smiling at the one person I shouldn’t be. But, he’s smiling at me. And as much as I like to think I hate him, I can’t be snobby when he’s smiling first.

The truth of the matter is, he looks good. I mean damn good. He’s not dressed like I remember him dressing in school. In school, he had always dressed like you would expect a rich, spoiled ass to do; black slacks, black turtleneck, black shoes. Now…well, let’s just say he’s changed. He has on dark blue jeans, boot-cut it looks like, and a white button-down shirt, untucked. He has on brown Docs and his hair. Oh my God, his hair.

In school it was always slicked back, making him look a little bit like a vampire. It was always that damn widow’s peak and the dark clothes and the pale skin – vampire, right? But now, oh now, I want to get up from my chair, stride across this bar and run my hands through his hair. It’s darker than it was. Not so white-blond. And he’s pulling off that “I just fell out of bed” messy look really well.

I shouldn’t be thinking any of this. I really shouldn’t. He’s been my arch-enemy for God knows how long. I can’t be smiling at him like I am. I can’t be checking him out. I can’t be giving him my “throw me down on the table and fuck me ‘til I scream” eyes.

But I am. I’m doing all of that. And he’s smirking right back at me. He’s checking me out, too. As well he should be. I look awesome. In the last five years since we’ve gotten out of school, I have become a much more socially-conscious dresser. Tonight I’m sporting a short, blue jean skirt and a red tank top. And I know my three-inch heels are making my legs look viciously long. It’s a simple look, but it works. To top it all off, I have mastered the straightening of my hair. It’s no longer this big ball of fuzz. I look hot. And I know it. He knows it, too.

And, even though I would deny this if you ever mentioned it again, I always had a small school-girl crush on him back in the day. Sure, he was an ass – okay, more than an ass – but he was one extremely sexy piece of ass. There was not one single girl in our year, and some below and above, that wouldn’t have fucked his brains out just to get a chance to say that we had. I know, more than once, I spent some time in the prefect’s bathroom thinking about him. Even thinking about it now has me all hot and bothered. Damn.

It was a cold October night
It was a far from sober night
And I was taken at first sight
And this was much to your delight

I tip my glass back and down the shot of tequila. The alcohol burns my throat, but I don’t care. I’m really too drunk to notice. No, I’m not drunk. I’m not sober, but I’m not drunk. I feel good. Tipsy? No, good. I just feel good.

I came with Ginny, but I haven’t the slightest idea where she’s gone. I remember this guy came over and asked her to dance. She got all giggly and walked away with him. She and Harry are “taking a break”. That’s code for “let’s fuck other people for a while”. Ginny has been doing just fine in that department. So has Harry, from what I’ve heard. They’re going to make a great couple.

Anyway, I’ve been sitting at this table, waiting for her to come back. I swear she’s been gone for six years. How long does it take to dance with one man? She’s probably in the bathroom fucking him. I’m almost sure she is, because I can’t find her anywhere. And I know I would never miss that flaming red hair.

Well, I can’t find her. I might as well turn my attention back to him. And yes, there he is, still checking me out. Yeah, eat your heart out, baby. I know I’m sitting here, practically begging him with my eyes to come over to me. He’s sitting with his friends and I know all of them. The thought of him actually coming over here, while he’s with them…it’s unimaginable.

But, wait, he’s standing up. He’s staring at me. I shift in my seat expectantly and then stop myself. I shouldn’t look too excited. I need to be playing this cool. Especially since I know I could be setting myself up to be made the fool. Too late, he’s noticed. His smirk just got bigger. Great, now I can’t even play hard to get. Wonderful.

I’d heard
That you were looking for prey
Hungry for a different girl everyday
But you were so sly in coming in
I wouldn’t fight, I let you win

He’s taking his sweet time making his way over here. It’s like he knows everyone in this goddamn bar. I’m watching him stop and talk to all sorts of women. If he’s trying to make me jealous, it’s not working.

Okay, so maybe it is. Stupid bastard! He just needs to stop pissing me off. Just get over here and let’s get this started! I shouldn’t be pissed off. No, I should definitely not be pissed off. What am I thinking anyway? This is going to end badly. I know it is. Why in the world would I want to shag him? Why would I even want to let him know that I want to shag him? I must be drunker than I think I am. Yeah, definitely. I’m going to turn back around in my seat, pretend I don’t want him to come over here, and that will be that.

Merlin’s balls, he’s looking at me again. Those eyes are amazing. I can tell he wants to come over here and jump me. He’s just trying to make me jealous. And, it’s working. It’s okay though, I know he’s coming my way. He’s just making me wait. Fucking ferret. Always was a tease.

All of the blood upon your chin
Told me exactly where you’d been

The thing is, I thought I heard he was dating some Muggle model. But, I don’t know; I can’t say that for sure. I mean, that would be unthinkable for him to do a thing like that. A pure-blood would never, ever date a Muggle. His parents would disown and disinherit him. Although, I’d also heard his parents were now both dead. Hmm.

Anyway, I still don’t think he’d ever date a Muggle. That would have to be worse than a Muggle-born like me, wouldn’t it? Right. I’d also heard, over the course of the last couple of weeks, that he was dating three girls from school, the editor of Witch Weekly, as well as the Minister’s daughter, all at one point or another. It’s either all a bunch of nonsensical gossip or this sexy man really gets around.

My head is telling me that he is trouble. My heart is actually saying the same thing. But the alcohol running through my veins and the heat coming from between my legs are both telling me that my head and my heart are insane to think I could pass this up.

He is hot. Sexy. Exquisite. He is the perfect specimen of a man. And he’s coming my way. Even if he is trouble, I don’t care. I just want to shag his brains out right now.

Trouble
Trouble
Trouble Maker

“Granger.” His voice is like melted butter on a hot summer’s day. It’s low, deep, hoarse and so smooth. He’s sliding into the booth beside me – no, not across from me – beside me. He lifts my hand to his mouth and grazes the top of it with his lips. I think I feel his teeth scrape against my knuckles, but I can’t be sure. The electricity between us in intense. I don’t know if I can respond.

“Hello Malfoy.” That was good. At least I didn’t stutter on the words like my heart is stuttering in my chest right now. I would have preferred he call me by my first name, but I’ll take Granger. At least he didn’t come over, drop a drink over my head and say, “Fuck you, Mudblood.” That would not have been great. No, I enjoyed the kiss on my hand. That was much better.

Who would have thought I’d ever let somebody get to me
Who would have thought I’d ever give a damn
I gave to you the one thing that I can never retrieve
And you’re leaving my heart bleeding in my hands

I don’t know how we got to this point. We’re outside. I’m pinned against the hood of a car in an alleyway. His hands are on my waist, holding my body tight to his. His mouth is working some sort of magic on my throat. I’m moaning. He’s groaning. I can feel how hard he is against my thigh. I scrape my fingers down his back and whimper when he bites at my exposed shoulder. Merlin, this feels amazing. He’s sliding his hands up the front of my tank top and I’m not wearing a bra. He discovers that fact rather quickly. My breath hitches in my throat when he pinches my hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger. This is ecstasy. Not ten minutes ago we were sitting in a booth talking. Now we’re messing around on the hood of a car. Who would have dreamed this could happen?

You told me all about your dreams
You were so deep,
Or so it seemed
Although I’m young, I’m not naïve
I am not easy to deceive

“You look amazing.” He looks sincere, but now that he’s sitting beside me, my head and my heart are winning the battle against my sexual need.

“Thanks. You look extremely jumpable.” Did I just say that? Out loud? Yeah, I did. He’s smirking at me. I know I did. It’s a devilish smirk. It’s sexy and I’m getting more turned on by the second. Maybe my sexual desire is stronger than I thought.

No, I can’t do this. His hand is on my thigh. This is wrong. I pick up his hand and place it on his own thigh. And now he’s laughing at me. Not a full on laugh, but a small chuckle. Who does he think he is?

“Okay Granger. I see how it is. Let’s talk.” He wants to talk? Oh, please!

“I find that hard to believe.”

“You find what hard to believe?”

Does he think I’m stupid? “That you just want to talk. You don’t talk to me, Malfoy. I’m a Mudblood remember?” My voice is probably harsher than it needs to be. Why am I so defensive, all of a sudden? I’m the one that was flirting with him with my “give me sex now” eyes.

Wait, did he actually just cringe when I said that word? I think he did. His face is crestfallen. I’m feeling extremely guilty and I don’t know why. “That’s a nasty word, Granger. Please don’t use it.” He’s tracing figure eights on the table with his fingertip in the sweat from my glass. I have a quick flash in my head of those fingers rubbing my body in all the right places. I clench my knees together and shake my head to get rid of the image.

“I’m sorry, but isn’t that what you spent seven years of your life calling me?” My voice is still unkind and I cross my arms across my chest. I see his eyes flicker to the cleavage I’ve created. I quickly uncross my arms. I’m not about to give him a show.

“I did.” His voice sounds weak. “And I’m sorry. I’ve changed. Forgive me?” His hand is back on my thigh.

Was that all it would take? A simple apology and squeeze of his hand? No, but it’s helping. We sit here and talk. He tells me about how his parents are both dead. He tells me how they left him with everything, but he doesn’t want any of it. He tells me that he’s thinking of taking the Muggle Studies position at Hogwarts. He tells me that, after his parents died, he realized that he could no longer live the way he did. Blood status means nothing to him anymore. He’s a changed man.

I don’t know what has possessed me, but I actually believe him. Maybe it’s the way his eyes misted over when he talked about his parents dying. Or the way he got all excited when talking about teaching at Hogwarts. I don’t know. Is that all it would really take to let him in?

I think so.

I see the danger that lies beyond your eyes
And I wanna scream when you’re rubbing on my thighs
I know I should but I can’t say no, I won’t
Troublemaker, gotta let you go, oh
Trouble
Trouble
Troublemaker

So that’s how we got here. Yes, I remember now. He was sweet and charming and sexy. And now he’s pulling my shirt up over my breasts. He replaces his hand with his mouth and sucks hard on my nipple.

His other hand is sliding down my stomach and underneath my skirt. I have my hands tangled in his hair, my head tipped back and my back arched. This is the most exquisite thing I’ve ever felt in my life. My whole body is on fire. I can’t begin to explain how badly I want him inside me right now.

He bites down on my nipple and I scream out. Not in pain, but in pure ecstasy. Mother of Merlin, he wasn’t called the Slytherin Sex God for nothing! He moves his head to my other nipple just as his fingertips reach my knickers. Skillfully, he pushes them aside and plunges two fingers deep inside of me. I can’t help but scream out. “Holy fuck!”

Who would have thought I’d ever let somebody get to me
Who would have thought I’d ever give a damn
I gave to you the one thing that I can never retrieve
And you’re leaving my heart bleeding in my hands

He bites down on my nipple again and shoves a third finger inside me. I know he’s only been fucking me with his fingers for a few minutes, but I’m already on the brink of an intense orgasm. I can feel it. It’s only seconds away and then he stops. I want to cry at the loss.

Instead, he picks me up around the waist and sets me down on the hood of the car. Whoever owns this car is a genius for leaving it here. He hikes up my skirt around my waist, my singlet over the tops of my breasts and he rips my knickers off of my body. He throws them to the ground in a jumbled pile and I am so aroused it’s insane. I can feel my juices running down my legs and onto the bonnet of the car. His fingers slide back inside me. I cry out again. I can feel my body coming to the cliff one more time.

I try to distract myself. I don’t want this to be over yet. So I slide my hands down his exposed stomach and unbutton his jeans. He doesn’t stop the assault on my core, but I’m not feeling the pressure as much by distracting myself this way. But not by much.

I unzip his jeans and greedily pull his hard cock out of his boxers. I don’t even bother pushing down his pants; I just start stoking his hard length. It’s his turn to cry out. I know I’m good at this. I lean down and, with his fingers still inside me, I take the head in my mouth and suck. “Holy shit, Granger! Fuck.” That’s all it really takes for me to take his whole length in my mouth and start bobbing my head, sucking him. My other hand is massaging his balls and I can already feel him coming towards an orgasm too. I told you I was good at this.

I thought I knew you well
I thought you’d catch me if I fell
But when I fell you never came
That’s when I knew this was a game

“Granger, I’m gonna fucking come in your mouth if you don’t stop.” I stopped. Normally I wouldn’t mind him coming in my mouth, but in case this is the only time this happens, I want him to be inside me. We don’t have all night. Without much warning, he pulls his fingers out of me, grabs me by the waist, pulls me towards him and shoves his cock inside me.

He is so big and he fills me completely. He sits that way for just a second, him inside of me, just getting the feel. “You are so fucking tight.” I know what he means. I’ve never felt this full in my life.

I bite down on his earlobe and it’s as though this is his cue to start fucking me. I lean back on the car’s bonnet, my breasts exposed, and his hands on my waist. With every hard thrust inside of me, I want to scream. He’s hitting the right spot over and over again. I have never been shagged like this before.

“Holy.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Shit.” Thrust. “Granger.” Thrust. He pulls his length almost completely out of me every time and then slams it back into me, hard. I feel like I’m going to be ripped apart and I find myself wanting to be. I can’t stop moaning. I’m practically screaming. And I can feel myself at the edge of that cliff, just waiting to fall off it. I’m so close.

“Dammit, Malfoy make me come!” I scream it. Loud. I’m surprised no one has found us yet. Maybe he has cast a silencing charm. I don’t know. The thought of getting caught, though…yeah, it’s turning me on more.

I thought, Because I knew that I’d won
But honey, that’s easier said than done
Because I lose my breath when you’re kissin’ on my neck
Boy you’ve got me in check, but I haven’t lost yet

He thrusts only a few more times and I can feel my body convulse. The waves crash over and over me and I feel like I could drown at any moment. I have never had an orgasm this intense in my life. My whole body is shaking and the world is spinning.

Two more thrusts and he’s emptying himself inside of me. The feeling of it pushes me towards another orgasm. I’ve never had that happen before and it makes me scream. The feeling is so amazing and I never want it to end.

But he quickly pulls out of me and, out of the corner of my eye, I see him putting himself back in his pants and buttoning up. I’m confused. I’m shocked. I’m…

“Where are you going?” He’s turning around and heading out of the alleyway, but he stops when he hears my voice.

“To get my thousand galleons.” I see Blaise Zabini come around the corner into the alleyway, and I instantly try to cover my exposed body. Zabini’s smirk is as big as Malfoy’s, and I realize what I’ve just done.

I watch him hand the money to Malfoy. “Good job, man. I never thought you could do it.” He looks down at his watch. “And in record time, too.”

I’m livid as I watch the exchange. I don’t even care that I’m barely covered, anymore, but I do pull my skirt and shirt down as I get off the car. The effects of the most intense orgasm of my life are still controlling my body and I stumble slightly. It was a bad move, because they both catch it and laugh.

“I can’t fucking believe you.” I spit the words at him, hoping it makes him cringe. But, unfortunately, it doesn’t.

“You can’t?” He’s mocking me. “Mudblood.”

Trouble
Trouble
Trouble maker
Don’t you bring it round here
Trouble

I hate myself right now. I let him get to me. I knew he was trouble and I let him get to me, anyway. Fucking ferret! I can't believe I let him do that to me. It's my own fault, though. I knew who he was, and I can't believe I thought he could change. Fuck!

The thing that makes me the most furious though, is that I'm still sitting in this thrice-damned alleyway, shaking. I can still feel him inside me. I can barely walk because I'm sore from his assault on my body, but it feels great. I hate myself for even thinking any of this. Shit!

He will pay. I'll make sure of it. Just as soon as I get over this intense sexual reaction.

Fucking Malfoy.

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