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Love, pain, loving you
Everyone knows you just did what you had to
Burning much more than ever before
Burning down the door
It's a wild time to be alive
- Weyes Blood - “Wild Time”
Draco slips through the door of the prefect’s bath, pulling off his charcoal grey shirt, dumping it on the stone bench beside the bath along with his wand, and the black joggers he’s wrenched down his hips in his hurry to get to the good part .
Sleep escapes him these days and the quiet of his personal room leaves him to stare blearily at the stone buttress resembling the underside of one of those veiny-looking water lily pads, wondering how he’d fallen so damn far and what the fuck he was supposed to be doing about any of it.
His emotions run the gamut of fuck it all and furthering his self ruination in other ways.
His cock is growing painfully erect and needy as his brain tugs out reminders of his pretentiousness, his bullying, all the times he needlessly showed off and was called out for it by his own father.
Instead of being haunted, he was just horny.
With Lucius in Azkaban and his mother off her shit in some far off villa, Draco’s become Lord Malfoy. Everytime he debases himself, he makes a note in a ledger to donate to muggle charities, war orphan funds, and other helpful organizations anonymously. Fuck his inheritance, his father pretty much saw to that with all of his shitass choices.
He steps into the warm water, sitting on the third step down where the water keeps him just warm enough but doesn’t cover him or his actions at all. He faces the door, spreading his legs wide to cup the warm, oil scented water over his balls as he pulls downwards on them and upwards on his cock.
He reminds himself of the cringiest shit he’s done - the times he imperioed Madam Rosmerta and how pissed off she was about it through his trial. He still tries to go into the Three Broomsticks just to have her throw him out. If he’s lucky, she’ll throw a jinx his way and hurt him. He’s painfully hard as he replays her cruel words underlined by the vague expression of hurt on her face which shouldn’t be there. She should always look charming, flirtatious, witty enough to deal with drunks of all ages, strong armed and protective of her establishment. Maybe he should stop going there, now that he thinks about it.
I’m still a selfish asshole.
He really was such a bastard. He fucking hates himself - his hand twisting in just the right way to finish himself off and makes a mental note as he watches his cum sink into the bathwater to donate to the organization he knows is offering mind healing to women like her.
He looks up as he notices someone else standing on the opposite side of the giant tub. Her long, brown curls draping over her bare shoulders, the white towel around her and the swinging of one of the dressing room doors.
She looks at him doe-eyed with shock and he holds his breath knowing this adds to the long list of things Hermione Granger deserves restitution for.
He cups himself to try and cover what he already feels as a twinge of arousal pushing blood back into his cock - from the fact someone finally saw him do this after many, many nights of this, or the fact it was her ..in a towel. He’s unclear as to the cause.
“I’ll uh..I’ll leave.”
He stutters as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and glances back at the exit. He begins his ascent back up the stairs, water sloshing loudly off his bare body.
“No.”
He turns in the direction of the voice, finding her closer, her towel loosely held in front of her.
He swallows thickly, moving his hand to try and hide his erection behind his wrist.
“What are you doing, Granger?”
“Your thoughts have been rather loud.”
He blinks at her, feeling a slight brush against his third eye.
“ Fuck .”
She nods and laughs.
“Yeah, fuck . What the fuck, Malfoy?”
This just about tops anything he’s ever felt in terms of embarrassment. Like Pandora's box, his thoughts just sweep out like ghosts. A montage of the horror and dismay, cruelty and wickedness that he was born and bred into. How superior .
“What do you think you know?”
Her eyelids drop a fraction, so does her towel. He can see just a scant peek of her areola over the edge of it and his mouth is dry, his cock is so fucking hard.
She steps forward and inhales deeply just like she used to before launching into a recitation of everything she knew in class, he leans against the railing on the stairs.
“You hate what you’ve become. Instead of killing yourself you face the near constant bullying and threats from those that survived what you and your family promoted pompously for years, and you spend your nights here. Making yourself cum over your embarrassment and then donating to charities related to their causes, hoping to alleviate the pain you’ve caused them by throwing your seed down the drain and your galleons at them. Am I right?”
He squeezes his balls painfully and groans, removing his hand to stand boldly exposed in front of her. She already knows the worst and saw him earlier, why not stand defenseless, caught in the act of living this way?
She sizes him up, looking at his cock with semi-boredom, it’s enough to make him twitch.
“Jesus Christ, Malfoy. Were you like this during the war, too? Or is this a new thing?”
He shakes his head emphatically and his mouth opens before he has a chance to filter any of it.
“I couldn’t..there was no..my libido was all the way off.”
She hums and walks closer to him and he feels himself tense up waiting for her to hit him again like she did in third year.
She laughs softly, her brown eyes becoming darker as she looks up at him through her lashes.
“I could if you wanted me to.”
He closes his grey eyes trying to will his thoughts to stop broadcasting out to her and that’s when he feels her fingers touching his chest experimentally, then the muscles in his arm, she turns his left arm to look at his faded Dark Mark. He didn’t hear her step closer to him, but was unsurprised by her bravery.
His cock pulls upwards towards his belly and he knows he’s bound to be dripping with how incredibly aroused he is. He feels her small hand grip his shaft and slide towards herself. A teasing touch that opens his eyes and makes him feel breathless.
“Granger.”
He tries to warn her away.
She tuts softly, stroking him once more pulling a groan from him as he fights to keep his hands to himself.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She holds her towel up with both hands, looking at him innocently.
He shakes his head silently.
She lets go of her towel, letting it fall into the shallow water at her feet and he looks upwards.
I don’t deserve to see her this way. I can’t…
“Oh, but you should look at me.”
His eyes navigate the curves of her nose, her long eyelashes, the line of her jaw and her pillowy lips. He traced the scar at her throat, the dark, purple line of puckered, angry looking skin that ran from just under her left breast, with her puffy, light-brown nipples that slashes downwards to her right hip like a terrible sash. His hand reaches out to touch it and he pulls back suddenly, gripping the railing tightly. Reminding himself that whatever is going on, he has no privilege here. Or rather, he doesn’t let himself act in a way that would suggest he does.
She’s been stroking his cock with the perfect amount of pressure, the right speed, he’s almost there and even more so when she lets go of his cock - the squish of his precum coating the inside of her closed fist as she drags it off his cock tightly. He’s surprised into a loud groan and a hiss as she slaps his cock, the stinging sensation on his head not helping matters. He only wants more.
“That’s right. You don’t deserve to touch me. I’m not even sure you deserve to touch yourself.”
Hermione’s arms cross under her chest in defiance, daring him to reach for himself.
She reaches out after several minutes of them staring at one another, his cock bobbing and drooling between them, and grips his balls.
Her voice is a husky, seductive whisper a vast difference from the shrill, lecturing tone he’s used to from her.
“Is it alright that I touch you?”
His throat moves to swallow reflexively and his eyes are locked on hers.
He knows his thoughts are loud on the matter. The steady stream of private moments by himself since the Yule Ball, the imaginations of her curly hair wrapped around his fingers as he fills her in his favorite alcove for such activities, the flash of a thought of his cock between her lips to shut her up, the idea that he was something superior to the likes of Weasley and wouldn’t it be fun to make her cum long and loud somewhere he would stumble upon them. He doesn’t want to be that asshole anymore, but he doesn’t want her to stop touching him. Not when she feels so good. Not when she’s in control of the matter as she always should have been.
It was her that ensured Potter saved the fucking world, saved his sorry ass. It was her testimony that ensured his freedom.
“Oh, but I want to hear you say it, Draco.”
Hermione’s smile was hazy with lust, the tip of her small pink tongue touches a particularly sharp tooth of hers..and he focuses on her teeth. The memory of them growing past her chin suddenly overtaking his more pleasurable thoughts. Another fucking thing to be sorry for.
She shakes her head at him, twisting her hand on his shaft to bring his focus back.
“ Yes…please .”
He whispers thickly.
And she gets him so close, stroking him earnestly, letting the tip of his cock touch her breast, her own moans rising with his practically urging him to cum. He tightens his grip on the railing, a white knuckled ride in Hermione’s small fist doing him completely in.
“Granger..I’m about to..”
And that's when she takes her hand off his cock and giggled at his growl of protest.
She dragged a finger through the drip at the end of his cock, curling it around the tip of her index finger like dipping into a honey stream.
He watched her with a slack jaw as she brought the finger right up to her mouth and tucked it between her lips to taste him.
She removed her finger then to rub a bit of her spit on the head of his cock experimentally. She looked up at him through her eyelashes, innocently devilish - her true form revealed.
Draco knew heat poured from him, from his eyes as they pleaded with her to continue.
Gods, she was this thin, little terror. He could ragdoll her across his great big bed in his room and pull her pleasure from her in every way, but she was in charge here. He loved it and hated it in equal measure, but the good feelings were beginning to vastly outweigh the bad.
His cock bobbed and drooled for her.
“Do you think you’d be able to fill my mouth with your precum if I stayed under you just like this, with my mouth open?”
She sat down on the first stair under the drip of his cock with her mouth open and his balls tightened at the sight.
“How long do you think it’d take before you cum without touching?”
“Granger.”
His breathing was ragged and his hips twitched, making the stream move from her tongue to the corner of the mouth. She didn’t make any effort to lick it away or wipe it off and his warning was useless.
He knew he was about to cum soon, and his hands itched and ached to grab his cock and pour himself directly onto her tongue, instead they spun their grip on the wrought iron railing as his breathing became more and more erratic.
“I’m going…I’m…Granger.. Fff-fuuuck .”
She only opened her mouth wider, sticking her tongue out to him.
His seed spurted out strong and wild, splashing onto her left shoulder and then her cheek on that side.
One more spasm and he managed to drip some onto the corner of her mouth.
Her small pink tongue reached some of the dribble on her mouth, then she used her finger to scoop the splatter on her cheek into her waiting mouth with a hum.
She stood up and pointed to her shoulder.
He looked at her breathlessly for a second or two before leaning down to plant an open mouthed kiss on her shoulder, sucking up his spunk from her warm skin, kissing a few more times to make sure she was clean.
His gaze traveled down to her chest where a few stray drips and drops had fallen, practically begging to take care of them.
She nodded slowly, her chest heaving as she breathed hard.
He lifted his hands from the railing and she pulled one to her hip and the other to the breast that needed his attention.
He moaned as he tasted himself on her skin. Her ensuing whimper would last him a thousand years.
His lips enclosed around her nipple and his tongue flicked slowly, gently over the ridges of her tightening areola.
It might have been overkill, but the sounds she made and the way she clutched his shoulder and hair made him feel bold enough to take his time in cleaning her.
He released her with a pop, her sweet soft peak reddened from the way he suckled his cum from her skin, there may be a small chance of a love bite on the side of her breast he impishly put there to remind her he was there.
He felt her breath on his cheek and turned his head towards the source, his eyes much too close to her face to really gauge her reaction to him, so he began to pull back, pressing this thumb into the join of her hip as he did so.
She still had her hands on him, her small hand pulling his shoulder back towards her, the other hand in his hair pulling his head towards her as her tongue touched her bottom lip just enough to leave it glistening.
“Tell me what you need from me, Granger.”
Her eyes met his then and after a small huff of breath, her minor annoyance at being asked to be vocal - she spoke, whisper soft and questioning. As if she wasn’t sure she had the right to ask for anything from him. Especially something so intimate.
“Kiss me?”
He tightened his hold on her hips, both of his hands holding her in place, not wanting to let go.
No Hell awaited him with Heaven in hand.
“Are you sure you want that, Granger?”
Meltingly warm brown eyes, less devil than angel now, looked from one grey eye to the other and then back down to his lips.
“ Hermione.. ”
She whispered her given name, the puffs of air from her mouth caressing his lips. Draco licked his lips to taste her recitation, her permission on his lips and repeated it back to her sweetly, sweeter than anything he’s said in years.
He hears the sound her mouth makes when she smiles fleetingly before whispering her confirmation on his waiting lips.
The moment the yes touches his lips, he devours it, pressing his lips against hers to wear it proudly.
Something he achieved without harming anyone.
She flicks her tongue out to lick the seam of his mouth and he is more than happy to oblige her, his tongue touching hers gently.
Draco can taste himself on her tongue and the realization causes him to groan into her mouth, deepening the kiss.
Their kiss is burning hot, and somehow his arms are wrapped around her, pulling her in close and tight. He feels the heat of her belly against his cock and she moans once, waking up from the spell of the kiss to gradually pull away from his embrace.
Merlin, he’s fucking hard again.
She smiles at him, running her fingers over him teasingly before stepping away, her bottom lip between her teeth and her mouth working subtly to taste the ghost of him on her mouth.
“Can you promise me not to cum for a whole day?”
He bites the inside of his lip, his eyes locked on hers as he places his hands back on the railing to keep himself from reaching for her.
“I’ll know if you do, Draco. One day. Don’t cum for one day. Be a good boy for me and I’ll write up a list of worthy charities for you to dump your inheritance into.”
He swallows, wanting nothing more than to get on his knees and whisper his apologies as he lays open-mouthed kisses on her soft, lower lips.
If she wanted it, she would ask him to do so.
Hermione asked this one thing of him and he was fully capable, right?
He can go one whole day and night without cumming.
I can do this. For her, it is worth it.
He feels her hand fondling his sack, her index finger reaching back towards his taint once..twice..a gentle prodding on that bridge of skin and he looks down to watch her.
His is properly hard again, and drooling directly onto her forearm..onto the angry, gnarled letters his crazed aunt cleaved into her skin as she screamed on the floor in his house.
Eyelids low and lazy with lust, watching how his fluids glazed the ‘U’ and ‘D’ in particular before sliding down to her elbow.
He closes his eyes and nods his head.
“Use your words, Draco.”
His lips fold inward as she hits a particularly good spot in her exploration of his balls.
“I won’t cum for one day, for you, Granger.”
She releases her hold on him and a small whine sticks in the back of his throat - a bit of a protest as she turns away to pick up her wet towel to sling over a nearby bench - carefully, he noted, not giving him a view of her undoubtedly perfect slit - and continues her walk to the dressing room to dress herself with the door open.
He doesn’t move.
He can’t.
He stands there and watches her cover herself up, back into her comfy sweater and grandma clothes. Unassuming, Hermione Granger - who shyly looks at him as she pushes her curls behind her ears and winks at him.
He barely registers the door opening and closing as she leaves.
Gods above, he wants to cum.
The next morning finds him tensely staring at a front page article regarding the opening of a new wing of the children’s ward at St. Mungo’s.
‘May’s Ward’ was named as such for every child who was injured or lost their life on that fateful day in May.
Someone took a seat next to him, a heavy bag clunking on the wooden bench he was seated on and he turned his head to see Granger - Hermione - pulling a plate towards herself after serving herself some fluffy eggs, some fruit, a heaping mound of seasoned potatoes.
Her eyes darted up to his when she undoubtedly heard his brain remembering the way they both said her given name the night before.
“Good morning.”
She offered the greeting in a quietly, friendly way.
He blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Say something you idiot.
He chastised himself into quickly blurting out, “Morning, Granger.”
She frowns slightly and tuts just loud enough for him to hear.
“Uh, Hermione.”
Her frown turns upside down and the corners of his mouth turn upwards even when she pats him on the shoulder and murmurs.
“That’s a good boy. I love hearing my name on your lips.”
His jaw drops and his eyes search the general area next to him to see if anyone heard, but the rest of his housemates were far, far away on the opposite end of the table away from him.
She ignores his panic to pick up his coffee cup to steal a sip or two.
“Grang-..Hermione, you really shouldn’t do that.”
She scoffs then notes his seriousness.
“Why? Is it poisoned?”
He searches her face for every sign that she’s alright. He hadn’t managed to get a sip in as he became engrossed in the paper beforehand.
She lowers the cup to the table as panic crawls across her face.
“Draco? Is it?”
He shrugs, his eyes never leaving her.
“There have been a few times it’s been laced with something. My tongue swelled once, terrible stomach pain another time. I mean, it’s been awhile..”
She has a horrified look on her face as she touches his arm to show her concern and sympathy.
“No. No. Come on, don’t do that. We all know what I’ve done. I hadn’t had my coffee yet though, so you need to let me know if you start feeling odd. I carry a bezoar in my right front pocket just in case.”
She nods her head as she pulls her wild curls to the side.
They ate breakfast in tense silence and when it looked like she was in the clear, she tapped the article he’d been reading when she arrived.
“Did you name it?”
He shook his head, only minorly relieved that she was alright herself.
“I just handed over the galleons. It is entirely up to the recipient to do whatever they’d like with it.”
She nods and walks with him to class - most of the 8th years have been lumped together in their classes, save for a few who were trying to make their N.E.W.Ts less stressful.
The day was easy enough and because of her presence, there was a great decline in the amount of nasty little spells thrown his way.
He had a free period in the afternoon before dinner and as he pulled off his sweater for a quick nap, he caught the ghost of a scent not belonging to him.
Why in the world did his clothes smell like coconut ?
Oh.
Ohh.
In an earlier study period, she’d sat next to him. Their table was secluded from everyone else, so they sniped like the old days and joked with each other. When she laughed, he noticed she would lean in and rest her head on his shoulder, her small hand gripping his arm.
Her soft curls were definitely the coconut culprit.
Again, his traitorous brain returned to the night before. Flashes of her open mouth with her tongue eager to catch his precum as it dripped from his cock, her fingers scooping his seed between her lips, the taste of her skin beneath his, and the tangle of their tongues with the delicious sounds she made.
He looked up at his ceiling and said out loud to himself.
“It isn’t a buttress, it’s a fan design on a vaulted ceiling.”
The self-correction was not the direction he thought it would be as he suddenly envisioned the curly haired temptress correcting him before her warm, wet mouth swallowed his cock.
“Fucking hell. Fuck fuck fuck.”
He’d paced.
He pulled at his hair.
He recited potion ingredients.
Draco walked down to the Great Hall for dinner, running into Hermione on the way. She took one look at him, then shook her head and laughed.
“It’s going to be a long night. Be kind.”
He didn’t think she’d actually listen, but when they sat in the same place for dinner as they had for breakfast, she touched his hand - squeezing it firmly- then let it go to pour juice for herself.
“Drink from this one tonight, ok?”
He didn’t argue. He bobbed his head as she served him food and some part of him thought he should be doing that for her, but he couldn’t stop her. She’d likely scoff at him.
They ate comfortably, sharing jokes and talking about homework that had been assigned to them. Casual stuff that he really missed being able to do with his friends. Some of them died in the war, others never returned for their 8th year and the rest shunned him as being detrimental to their societal climb.
As they were leaving the Great Hall, he invited her to his room as he didn’t really want to be alone.
“Or we could go to yours?”
She grabbed his hand and smiled.
“Come to mine.”
Her room was just a couple down from his and when she opened the door, the first thing he noted was the warm yellow candlelight and the strand of lights he recognized from Muggle Studies.
“How did you get those to work in the castle?”
She smiled towards her shoes and spoke shyly.
“I’m quite good at charms, Malfoy. I’ve been working with Professor Flitwick for years to get things working in the castle. Particularly for Muggle Studies.”
The next thing he noticed was the comfortable couch with tousled blankets and pillows perfectly fit for resting on. The whole room had an air of sensuality threaded through with comfort.
He walked towards bookshelves lined with magical and muggle fare, and photographs also from both worlds. An adult couple, likely her parents, holding each other in a sunny rose garden. Pictures of her with the Weasleys, a few of her with Ronald and Harry outside of a tent.
There was a collection of leaves and a bit of wood with an interesting pattern chewed through it by some kind of wood-boring beetle. He thought it almost looked like script.
There was a picture in pride of place funnily enough, of a smushed faced, orange cat.
“Oh. I know this one. He’d chase the rats in the dungeons.”
She frowned a bit.
“Yeah, that’s my Crooksy.”
His face went serious.
“Oh. Come here, then.”
She dutifully shuffled closer to him and he opened his arm for her and collapsed with her onto her too comfy couch.
Her room looked like it could belong in one of the flats he looked at in London. The windows were somehow more modern looking. You would never know you were in a centuries old castle.
His lack of sleep began catching up with him as he puzzled the possibility that she charmed her space to look this comfortable while his was left completely as it was when he walked into it at the start of the year.
It was late into the evening when he woke up realizing they’d fallen asleep.
She grumbled some as she stretched out on his body and he felt the pull of his arousal pressing against her.
Hermione’s voice was sleep raspy.
“This couch takes victims. I forgot to warn you.”
He laughs then. Long and hard as he remembered a couch at Nott manor that did the very same. He wondered if some naughty furniture maker wove compulsion and sleep spells through the structure of the couch and wouldn’t be surprised if they had.
She laughed then too, resting her chin on his ribs to look at him with glittering eyes.
“That’s such a brilliant idea.”
They stared into one another’s eyes for a time, the popping of her fireplace and the dancing candlelight moving him to gently brush the curls that fell in front of her eye back away from her face.
He found he didn’t mind her being in his head so much.
She got up, leaning towards her low coffee table to grab a hair tie to keep her hair pulled away from her face.
He raised himself into an upwards seating position and she stilled him.
“Don’t get up.”
He took a deep breath in as she moved to straddle his waist.
“Hermione.”
Her name spilled in a groan from his lips as he felt her core press against his hardened length. It was meant to be a warning, but it made her hips roll on him. He gripped her hips and then made to pull his hands away but she placed them back on her.
“I like your hands on me.”
He slides his hands over her hip bones and the perfect globes of her ass to run a finger over the seam of her denimed crotch.
“And if I did that?”
She leaned forward into his neck, to give him better access.
“ Please… ”
The simple plea whispered into the skin just below his ear is all he needs to press his fingers harder against her. Teasing her well protected slit with his fingers.
He spreads her cheeks and rubs where her clit likely is through the torturously rough muggle fabric.
“Wait.”
And he slides his hands back around to her thighs as she sits back enough to pull her oversized sweater over her head to reveal she’d been wearing naught else this whole time.
“So when you wear a sweater in class, is this what’s hidden underneath?”
She tucks her bottom lip under her teeth to nod at him.
“Merlin above! I shouldn’t have asked. I’ll never get any work done with this knowledge! All those times I sat next to you in Binns’ and could have been sneaking my fingers under the hem to touch the soft skin of your back?”
His hands trace circles on her lower back and her eyes close.
“Or your side? Are you ticklish?”
The back of his index finger slides up over her ribs making her laugh and scrunch her nose up.
“Ok, ok. So you’re ticklish there. What about your stomach?”
He moves his hand so the tips of his fingers run over her belly and up..towards..the underside of her breast. Her back arches and her chest pushes towards his hand winning him a soft, smooth mound to cup his hand over as his fingers pinch and pull at her nipple. He feels the moment her areola pebbles under his touch and he plucks a touch harder but nothing that would cause her great discomfort.
He wants to pull pleasure from her..always pleasure.
“It is murder having you in my lap, Hermione.”
He leans forward to kiss the central inswell of her breasts, his hand pushes her nipple upwards so he’d have access to the underside of her breast to lave it languidly with his tongue.
He spies a slight discoloration on the side swell and smirks knowing he left that little mark on her.
Draco’s mouth works over her ribs and her stomach ripples under the attention of his hot kisses.
“I want to taste you.”
He looks up to her, his hair mussed from her fingers, her breasts jiggling with each heaving breath. She nods and he moves his fingers to the button of her jeans. Pausing.
“ Yes. ”
Like being underwater, his fingers undid the top most button, zipping her zipper downwards until she got up and waited for him to push her jeans down and help her step all the way out of them.
He guides her back to her couch, taking off his shirt to place down on the cushion for her to sit on.
Hermione’s cunt was sopping wet, the gusset of her panties was ruined for him.
For me?
Her legs were splayed inelegantly and he was kneeling between them, running his hands on the backs of her thighs as he stared at white cotton panties with a definitely wet patch that spanned the entirety of her cunt.
The whys and wheres of how to start were lost on him as he stared at her.
His mouth descended on her slippery fabric-covered center. The sweet and salty musk flavor that was entirely Hermione-fucking-Granger flooded his senses. The smell of her arousal and the taste and the way her legs widened further to give him access made his eyes all but roll in his head.
This was Heaven.
Heaven was not in hand tonight, it was in his mouth..the way religious Muggles ate that dry little chip of bread and felt closer to God?
This was better than that.
He sucked at the fabric not wanting any bit of her to go to waste.
He sucked until his tongue no longer felt that tell tale slipperiness and then he slid her panties off, tucking them absentmindedly into his pocket while she was distracted by his mouth now kissing her exposed folds slick with want for him.
This was all for him? He didn’t have time for doubts.
Draco savored her cunt.
None of those fancy fucking expensive restaurants had this on the menu.
He felt positively reborn.
He licked and sucked and traced runes through her folds, across her slit and around her sweet clit. That was another thing he loved..her clit wasn’t a precious jewel hidden away for a tenacious researcher of pussy to find. No, no. It was larger than any he’d ever had. Just enough to be noticeable and he sucked it lovingly, worshipfully. Between long licks through her sloppy wetness, he praised her like a mad pilgrim.
“Your taste..fuck, it’s so good. I don’t…”
Pushing his tongue into her hole and taking it out.
“Beautiful.”
His tongue dips back in and he swirls it.
“Your cunt should be tasted every day. I fucking love it.”
He sucks at her clit, his lips carefully enclosing around it.
“Your clit is magnificent. I’ve never.. fuck the things I want to do with it.”
He wasn’t kidding. He sucked on it some more, twisting his head as his tongue flicked the tip of her now hard and slightly elongated clitoris. She cried out for more, her hands holding her legs open for him. Her chest was scattered with redness and she was lost to him, to his mouth.
He wanted to touch her clit with the tip of his cock. Wanted to rub them together until one or both of them came. He would gladly suck on it any day, anywhere she wanted. His mind felt fevered as his fingers circled her entrance.
“I want to finger your heavenly cunt.”
She nodded emphatically and warned him softly.
“Please start off slow..one finger first?”
Then it dawned on him. He never asked.
She shook her head, reading his mind once again.
“Of course. Tell me if it hurts at any point. I never want to cause you pain. Please tell me.”
“I will, Draco, but I’m not…I’m not a virgin. I’m just not experienced and my first time really sucked.”
He leans towards her and kisses her tenderly. He knows she can smell herself on him and she licks at his lips teasingly as he settles one finger into her gorgeous cunt.
A sigh from her lips and a hum of pleasure, long and desirous singing through his body as he plucks another kiss from her lips, swirling his finger slowly within her. He nibbles her bottom lip gently, the thumb of the hand working her rubbing circles on her clit as his index finger hooks onto the spongy tissue within her.
“Hermione, you feel wonderful. Tight and warm. You’re so wet. Is it all for me?”
She nods and moans as his finger begins pulling and tapping within her.
“Mmm.. that’s a beautiful sound. I need more though. Have you orgasmed before?”
She moans and nods, her cunt pushing his finger out, or trying to.
“Yes yes yes.. yes ..”
He worked her cunt harder with his finger, the sloppy wet sounds like music to his ears.
“That’s it. Give it to me. Cum for me.”
And she threw her head back to moan loud and long for him.
His finger slowed its movement and waited for her to be less sensitive before he pulled it out to suck on it.
He loved the taste of her, the smell of her.
Gods her clit was so fucking hard.
He bent down to lazily lap up her juices.
“I know you’ve got more in you. Give me one more, Hermione.”
She hummed and nodded her assent.
And he lowered his mouth to suck the juices from her sweet, soft lips, the flat of his tongue soothing her, relaxing her as he slid two fingers in.
He loved the relaxed moan and the way she reached for his hair, her nails scraping his scalp.
His tongue swirled over her clit. The length of it surely took all his focus, reminding him somewhere in the back of his mind of her outstretched hand saying, “Pick me! Lick me!”
I live to serve. He thought to himself, and roughly pressed and pulled his hooked fingers within her as he kissed and laved her achingly beautiful petals.
She was close.
He felt the fluttering of her walls and she breathed heavier, the grip on his hair tight and painful, he suckled harder on her clit.
“Draco! Fuck..fuck fuck..oh my fucking god!”
And the ensuing splash against his hand and mouth.
He rubbed his mouth on her, and suckled at her pulsing lips. The obscene splashing sounds in the mostly dark room.
This.
This is what I’ll dream about for the next 1000 years.
Hermione Granger squirting into my mouth.
Was this the first time she’d ever done this?
No, I shouldn’t think about that. That road leads to madness. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in..well, ever to be of any kind of service for her.
She huffed a laugh and released his hair, letting her arm slump onto the comfortable blankets on the side.
“Yes. You’re the first. Thank you for that, by the way. But what about.. You?”
He grabs her hand and kisses it, then closes her legs, rubbing the outsides of her thighs and massaging her calves.
“I’m to wait until tomorrow in accordance with our agreement.”
She opens her mouth to protest and he halts her gently with a shake of his head that brokered no argument.
“Well, would you like to go bathe then? I sorta need it.”
He smirks, and gets up off his knees as she scooches off the couch, handing him his baptized-in-the-waters-of-Hermione-Granger shirt with a smirk of her own before choosing a set of sleep clothes to change into.
“I need to stop by my room and pick up some fresh clothes as well.”
“Okay.”
And with that she disillusions herself to walk bare in the hall with him shaking his head at her as they made the short journey two doors down.
He opened the door and waited to feel her slip between him and the doorway until he closed the door behind them.
She dispelled her disillusionment as she climbed onto his bed with its messy sheets from his failed nap earlier.
Hermione was on her hands and knees, looking over her shoulder at him mischievously, arching her back slowly before settling down sleepover style on his sheets.
“Your room is boring. Did you not know you could charm your room?”
He barely shrugs, looking at her soft skin all over his bed.
She turns over with a smile.
“Shouldn’t you be picking out your clothes?”
He swallows thickly, not wanting his eyes off of her for a single moment.
Hermione Granger sprawled out in my sheets.
He breaks away to put his shirt on top of his dresser, opening drawers to grab a pair of black joggers and a matching black tee.
“Alright, are you ready to go?”
She slides off his bed and his eyes close knowing that particular section of sheets is going to be the death of him.
Then his fevered mind provides him an image of her using his pillow to rub that long, gorgeous clit on.
Fuck .
Maybe I can’t survive the night?
He hears a laugh nearby and opens his eyes to find her clenching her legs together.
“Let’s go, Draco.”
She disillusions herself and he bites the inside of his bottom lip, following the soft padding sounds of her bare feet on the stone floor to the end of the hall.
I would follow her anywhere.
Am I insane?
Is this what a break in sanity feels like?
The door opens wide and he steps in, she dispels the invisibility charm, giving the empty hallway a view of herself before closing the door.
“You’re incredibly dramatic. I’d almost forgotten somehow after those last couple of years where you were mostly brooding in silence.”
He winces.
“Oof. Harsh, Granger.”
She shrugs and steps into the bath, the steam curling up and around her small frame.
He removes his pants and shoes, setting them next to his night clothes.
His cock is hard, reddened, and leads him towards the bath.
She turns a knob on the wall of the bath and rose scented oil spills out from the mouths of one of the old-world fish - just a touch to scent the water and the room lightly.
She turns another one and a puff of flower petals falls like confetti onto them, criss-crossing from the hands of carved nymphs. He watches more than a few of the petals settle into her hair, sticking to her skin. He picks a purple petal from her shoulder and she smiles, dipping down into the water to wet her hair completely.
They take their time washing their bodies, gradually moving closer to wash each other. She turns her back to him, handing him a bottle of shampoo to work into her hair. He turns on a jet of water for her to rinse her hair with and then she hands him her ubiquitous coconut conditioner.
“This led to an incredibly difficult nap during my free period today.”
He hears her laugh and it settles something in his chest, though the strong scent of it only makes his cock ache further. He presses himself against her while they wait for the conditioner to do its muggle-magic on her curls.
She gifts him a sigh and a small moan, pressing back against him with a treacherous wiggle.
He kept himself in check.
Remarkably. Truly, it was a feat for the ages.
He helped her comb out any tangles and rinse all the coconut from her hair afterwards.
She dared him to walk with her completely nude, but invisible and attempted to ruin him when she led him by his cock to her door. Stroking him as he sucked on her soft little mouth. He lifted her thigh and guided his cock to her slit to rub himself against her. He could’ve cried and begged her to please have mercy on him when her clit dragged along the underside of him.
Gods above, he wanted to cum.
The following morning had him practically rutting into his sheets as a wake up call.
Fuck.
Draco didn’t want to cum alone.
He wanted an audience.
He wanted her.
He dragged himself from bed, lazily teasing himself when there was a knock.
He walked up to the door and settled his ear close to it.
“Who is it?”
“It’s me!”
He opened the door, stepping behind it to let her in without broadcasting his nudity.
She wasn’t wearing her uniform, didn’t have her bag of books or even a stack in her arms.
She was still in her nightclothes that she’d picked out but chosen not to wear the night before.
He closed the door and heard her flop onto his bed.
“We’re not going to class today.”
She said it prim and bossy-like and his cock twitched.
“Oh?”
She propped herself up on her elbows and raked her eyes down his body.
“Nope!”
She popped the ‘p’ and gave him a look that said she had more in mind.
He walked over to her, standing between her legs, his hand idly teasing his shaft.
“Alright. What did you have in mind then?”
His hand twisted around the head of his cock on the upstroke and a muscle in his chest reflexively jumped. The heat poured off him as he looked down at her. She raised one socked foot to rest on his thigh, then scooted down as she removed her sock to run her toes along the seam of his balls.
“You’ve been a very good boy, Draco. I think you deserve to cum after all.”
He presses his cock to the bottom of her foot, rutting against it as he processes her words.
“Where would Lady Granger prefer me to cum?”
She touches her chin in mock thought and slides that hand slowly down her body and under the waistband of her pajama bottoms, the bumps of her knuckles visible under the fabric as she made slow circles over her clit.
The hold he has on her foot tightens fleetingly.
“I can think of a much better place for you to dump that superior seed of yours and still piss off everyone who touts that old rhetoric.”
Draco’s heart beats wild in his chest as he puts all the pieces together.
Fuck.
She’s not a charity.
His mind hadn’t gone in that particular direction.
The one where he gets the Golden Girl pregnant. Even at his fucking worst, he never thought of doing that. The tease of it in the back of his mind though…
“I know you’ve likely thought through this from every angle and aren’t nearly as mental as this sounds.”
She gives him a most unamused look and a tense silence falls on them both.
“Look, You don’t have to say yes. I have an incredibly long list on parchment in my room of actual charities and departments within the Ministry that could absolutely use the funding.”
“You want to be tied to me forever? I’m quite like an anchor, you know?”
He gives her a soft, sad smile and her eyes dance from eye to eye to read the incredibly warring thoughts jumping from head, heart, and cock.
“It could be lovely, I think.”
He let go of her foot to kneel between her legs. She had pulled her hand from between them a while ago, so he grabs her hand to suck her fingers clean. Long pale fingers pull at the waistband of her pants to give him access to kiss her flat stomach reverently.
“There’s a correct way to go about this, you know? Contracts to make certain our child is recognized as legitimate. Courtship to make sure you know you’ll be taken care of..loved by..me.”
She reaches to touch his cheek.
“Draco, who knows if I’ll even get pregnant right away?”
He thinks to himself as he nuzzles her hand.
An entire day in my bed and who knows where else to plant my seed?
“I trust you to know what you want, Hermione, but I must ask one more time. Are you certain you want to do this - with me? You’re not a charity…”
She sits up and pulls her top off.
“We have all day. Just hold me for a while. I want to feel your skin on mine.”
He helps her out of her pants then climbs into the bed behind her, his arms wrapped around her and their legs entwined.
He kisses her shoulder, her hairline just behind her ear.
His cock is insistent and trapped between them. He moves it to slip between her lips.
It kisses her clit repeatedly.
He laughs into her hair and she hums questioningly.
“I woke up so hard this morning. I would’ve been happy just having you watch me cum.”
She turns to look at him.
“I’d watch you.”
He swallows a moan as he slides his cock between her legs.
“Hmm…maybe we can cum together? I want to rub my cock on that pretty clit of yours.”
She stretches and turns to face him.
“Say Please.”
His face warms as he settles between her legs, spreading her lips to drag his heavy cock over her moisture laden lips and her long, erect clit.
“Hermione, may I please rub my cock on your pretty clit until we both cum?”
She makes yet another show of thinking about his request as he leans forward to suck at her puffy nipples.
Hermione cradles his head to her chest with a laugh and a moan, moving her hips in such a way that his cock pressed against her entrance.
She spreads her legs wide in response and uses her feet to push him into her.
He sucks her nipple harder - a warning. It only serves as a distraction from the blunt pressure of his cock barging its way into her tight heat.
He loved the game between them but this move right here made him want to stand his ground.
He wanted it all with her or nothing.
Draco looked at her face, her closed eyes, the slight wince.
“Say yes and I assure you, you’ll never say it to anyone else ever again.”
She opened her eyes and saw how serious he was, reading it all outwards and inwards.
“Draco..”
She practically purred under him and he pressed his hands into the backs of her thighs abruptly spreading her wide open.
He held her with one arm while she looked at him with heat and a small amount of ‘oh fuck’.
And he slapped her sloppy lips with his cock. Let the weight of it wake her up some. Tapped her clit with it..long and proud as it stood there at the peak of perfection. Her pretty, little cock.
“Draco, please..”
He pressed himself to her entrance and lowered his face to hers.
The puffs of air from her mouth to his lips burning him, urging him to seat himself inside her.
The old voice in the back of his head started yapping.
Going on and on about ruining her perfect body with his heir as the act itself ruined his family’s ideations.
Imagine what her friends will say.
Malfoy tricked her into letting him fuck her.
Malfoy imperioed her like he did Madam Rosmerta and Katie Bell.
Her belly swelling with his child while they finished out the year. Her breasts filling with milk - gods, wouldn’t he want to bury himself in her body while drinking her sweet milk?
He knew the moment she heard it all in whatever strange legilimency she was capable of as she arched her back, and pulled him in just a bit more. His head gone to her in more ways than one.
And she kissed him.
Their tongues meeting and entangling - stifling their twinned groans as he pushed himself deeper… and deeper until he was buried in her clenching heat.
He pulled himself out, just to piston back into her slowly and he swears he felt a small gush against his balls.
His cock felt like it was burning inside her. She moaned loudly into his mouth, and he swallowed every yes like it would nourish the life he was adamant now about putting inside her.
With every thrust, a new sound pulled from her throat and he began whispering his newfound goal into her hair, her neck, her open mouth as he sucked her tongue.
He felt her clit press against his pubic mound and he’d press a little harder on every other thrust.
“I’m going to fuck you so full…we’re going to make a beautiful little baby with silvered curls who will rule the world just like their mama rules mine.”
He sped up the pace of his thrusts, keeping her legs spread for him.
“Watching you take me..you handle me so well…”
His gaze was molten on their joined bodies. He spit in his hand and rubbed her long nubbin, stroking it in time to his thrusts. Her hips rocked and rolled and her legs shook as she came once, then twice.
“Hermione… fuck..the way your cunt clenches around me…”
He was moving erratically, losing it as his balls tightened.
“I’m going to cum for you.”
She held his forearms and his eyes locked on hers.
“Beautiful..”
His mind burst into white light after she uttered the words. Paired with her small frame jostling underneath his, her plump lips sucking his cock into her body, milking his balls.
His cock pulsed within her as she did around him and his body slowed its pace to a crawl and then stopped.
She peppered his shoulders with kisses.
Touching his cheek with her lips as he lay upon her.
They had a short nap together where she held him in her small arms.
There were no nightmares, he didn’t wake up drenched in sweat in the midst of a panic attack.
He woke her up by kneeling on the ground between her legs and tasting their mingled flavors.
Long fingers pulled the hood on her clit back gently allowing him access to lick and suck to his heart’s content..and hers probably.
After another round of pleasurable pursuits making puddles in his sheets, she convinced him to sneak her to the alcove he used to imagine taking her in.
It really took a fair amount of convincing as he didn’t want anyone to catch them in the act. But she spurred him on, whispering about word getting out about them being seen together which would really drive home to the Weasel that she was off limits to him.
“Imagine him hearing about that from one of his mates and then somewhere down the line, news of our pregnancy?”
She was pure evil. He loved it. She was the angel and the devil on his shoulders.
And when Dean Thomas did catch them in the act of her going down on him, she didn’t stop. She just flicked her wrist angrily and closed the tapestry back over the alcove after he got an eyeful of the Golden Girl on her knees with Draco’s thick cock in her throat and his fingers in her curls.
When Dean’s shadow finally moved away, she turned to the wall, pulling her pants down just enough to expose herself to Draco. Hermione gave him a heated look over her shoulder and whisper-begged for his cum.
He obliged happily, his large cock slipping into her easily where he’d stretched her open that morning. When he came, he heard some of it slop onto the stone floor between their legs.
“Don’t let it go to waste. Keep it inside you.”
They went on like this the rest of the day, napping and fucking until late into the night when she dragged him to the top of the Astronomy tower.
“I want you to have new memories of these places, Draco.”
He looked unsure of it all. Draco looks over the edge and finally asks, “What did you have in mind?”
She steps up to one of the stone railings and shrugs.
He presses his body against her and kisses her sweetly.
The kiss deepens, but he doesn’t do more than thrust against her clothed, and cum-filled core.
He trails kisses down her neck and fondles her soft mounds as if they hadn’t gone through a terrible war and been on opposite sides of it. He was a boy, she was a girl and they were just snogging where the stars shone down on them.
After a while, she broke away from the kiss with a smile.
“That was really nice.”
He gives her a shy half-smile of his own.
“This is where kids like us go to steal a kiss under the stars. I wanted us to have that.”
She snuggles into his chest.
“We can be so sweet when we don’t have the devil in us.”
He chuckled darkly with her and in the silent beat afterwards, moved her face upwards towards his.
“Hermione, if we’ve really gone and laid down the tracks of our future together, I want you to know that I’m yours .
All my good and all my bad. I can promise you I will never serve a Dark Lord and drag you through that shitshow. Our child or children will know love and hopefully friendship - genuine friendship. You will have any career you want. Short of being a Dark Lord yourself, of course.”
He smirks at her as she slaps his chest playfully.
“I’ll work to make a home for us, Hermione. There’s no going back for me. How would I ever be able to forget how you sound? Or taste? Or feel? Your smile? Your mind? The way you looked concerned for me when you might’ve been poisoned? No. There’s no way.
I could never move on from that so easy.
Could you?”
He knew he was asking a great deal.
After what? Two days or so of passion play?
He was insane, but this - he wanted it. If she was going to let him, he wanted it all. She touched his face with her slightly chilled hand, her thumb gently rubbing back and forth across his cheek, saying nothing..yet.
This is too much.
This is too much.
For fuck’s sake to think he was relatively content just wanking down the fucking drain to Draco’s Greatest Shits just a few days ago.
This is way too much. I’m not really worth this.
Draco watched her process what he was saying with panic in his heart, he imagined her heart was rabbiting in her chest like his was.
His hand splayed across her heart and he closed his eyes to feel it. He’d almost be worried for her if he didn’t know better.
Then he felt her small hand cover his.
“Draco?”
His eyes opened slowly as he agonized inside.
“I want this. All of it. I know, we’ve been reckless tonight - ok, the past few nights. But I do want this.”
His heart soared and he smiled so wide his face ached.
He kissed her then in his excitement and pulled back.
“Yeah? You’ll let me court you?”
She smiled shyly and nodded happily.
“Yes!”
He pulled her in close and kissed her again till she was breathless.
“Come on, let’s go to your room this time.”
They returned to their classes the next day after making love again that morning. He’d written to his accountant and sent more than a few galleons to the Department of Magical Beasts and Creatures, and quite a hefty sum to several muggle libraries that Hermione had frequented with her parents as a child.
They held hands between classes, and leaned in close to share notes and ideas. Some of the 8th grade Gryffindor class thought she was mad, Ginny was the first to shrug and tell her that she understood it. There were a few Howlers that got shot down by Draco before they could begin screaming. She took it all in stride and focused on her future, on theirs.
Sometimes they shared his room, but mostly they stayed in hers because the vibe was just better. And he loved seeing her skin in the candle light.
They had a beautiful moment in the bath - where all of this started. He told her he’d written to his mother about officially courting her and her only response was to send him a golden band with gold worked acorns and oak leaves.
He explained the mighty oak tree, casting its seeds to the ground to surround themselves with their saplings.
“An oak tree could never be lonely when it was surrounded by family.”
She accepted his ring and he planted his seed within her again as he loved her slick, wet body with his.
A month went by when he got a letter from his mother asking him and his intended to return home in the Spring as a yet unnamed marker made itself known on the tree beneath theirs.