Everything except the storyline belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Part of the Strictly Dramione's Valentine's Day Smut Fest 2018
Big Thanks to 'In Dreams' for being my beta. Go check out her stories, she's an amazing writer.
This is based on a prompt I got for the 'Strictly Dramione' 'Secret Santa' fic exchange. I didn't do anything smutty with it then, so I did now. I slightly altered it to fit the Valentine theme:
Original prompt:
"Come on, Malfoy, give me a Christmas miracle. Let me spend one night with you and then you never have to again, you don't have to tell anyone what happened. I just want one night to call you mine ... please."
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Hermione looked around the room and sighed. Why the Ministry had to continue with its ghastly plan to have a Valentine's ball, she had no idea. It irked her. Why was it that the world seemed to be made for two? Why was it almost an obligation to have a partner? Why did it feel like such a failure not to have one?
One of the decorative, winged hearts started buzzing around her head and she swatted it away, resisting the urge to incinerate it. Yes, she was single. Yes, she had been for some time. Her friends and her mother never allowed her to forget it, pushing her, asking her why she never found somebody. The fact that the ministry had now decided to help them rub it in made her feel like throwing curses.
Oh, she was fully aware that they didn't organise it to spite her. No, it was to 'celebrate the peace' and to 'emphasize our future'. It made her want to gag. Yet, as a high ranking ministry worker, she had been told her presence would be 'very much appreciated'. She knew what that meant.
Grabbing a champagne flute from a floating tray, she looked around the room. Everywhere, there were happy couples staring in each other's eyes. At the bar, there were some single guys, mostly Aurors, happily drinking and laughing. They didn't seem to be bothered by being surrounded by happy couples. Scanning, Hermione realised there was hardly a single woman to be found. Great.
The sound of a familiar laugh drew her eyes back to the group of bachelors. She sighed and mentally slapped herself for being drawn to it, but couldn't stop staring either. What was it about Draco Malfoy that made him so damn attractive? He was casually leaning on the counter, holding a firewhiskey in his hand where his friends were holding bottles of different types of beer. The messy spikes of his platinum blond hair gave him a roguish air. He was lean and muscled, radiating strength. Life as an Auror became him.
"Staring at him again?"
Hermione nearly jumped out of her skin. "Pansy! I didn't see you. How are you?"
"Bored. This is one tacky up do, even for a ministry event. But you didn't answer my question."
"Alright, you caught me." Hermione sighed.
Pansy laughed. "Girl, you need to get laid."
"Whatever you say, Pans." It was a conversation they had had before. "The guys you present me with simply don't interest me, nor any of the guys I've spoken with recently. It's not going to happen."
There was a moment of silence in which Hermione fought hard to keep her focus on her friend, and not to turn to look at Draco again. She failed when another one of his laughs filled the air.
"Maybe you just need to get him out of your system?" Pansy said.
"Hmm? What did you say? Sorry, I wasn't paying attention." Hermione looked at Pansy, berating herself for getting distracted again.
Pansy snickered. "Yeah, you were paying attention to a certain blond. I said, perhaps you need to get him out of your system."
It took a while before Hermione understood what Pansy was suggesting. "Oh, no! Sweet Merlin, no! As if he would even want me! You know him, Pans, he's living the playboy life. I bet he's fucked every woman in wizarding London, or close to it."
"He hasn't fucked you."
"I said, close to it! And why would I want to lower myself to become another number on the 'been there, done that' list? Is that really what you're suggesting?"
"He's got a fine ass..."
"That he does." Hermione dreamily studied him for a minute, before returning to reality. "Damn it, Pansy, that was low! And you're his friend, how can you say that?"
"It's not because he's my friend that I can't appreciate his good looks. Come on, Hermione, what's the worst that can happen?"
"Well, he'll know."
"So?"
"So? That's all you can say to that? The things he could... I don't trust him with that information."
"You don't have to trust him to fuck him."
"Pansy!" Hermione's outraged complaint attracted the attention of the people surrounding them, causing her to smile sheepishly.
"The way you keep staring at him, he'll find out sooner rather than later." Pansy eyed her friend. "Besides, if you don't do something about it tonight, I'll be the one to tell him."
"No! You can't do that. Pansy! You won't!" The smirk on her friend's face, however, told Hermione different. "But Pans, what if he says no?"
"Then you move on. At least you'll know."
"What do I say to him?" Hermione was staring at him again, nervously toying with her now empty glass.
"I suggest you just ask him straightforward. He's a man, he doesn't do subtle."
With that, Pansy left her to her thoughts again. Should she listen to her friend? Should she not? She kept staring at him, unable to make a decision, until he made to leave. Not knowing what got into her, she followed him to the hallway.
"Malfoy! Wait!"
He half turned to look at her. "Granger? What do you want?"
Hermione was slightly taken aback by his coarse question. Feeling shy and inadequate in his presence, she stumbled to a halt, awkwardly staying silent.
"Any time now, Granger, I was about to leave."
"I- I just wanted to ask you a question."
"Yes?" He dragged out the word.
"I- Would you? Oh, Sweet Merlin!" She took a deep breath. "Come on, Malfoy, give me a Valentine's miracle. Let me spend one night with you, and then you'll never have to again. You don't have to tell anyone what happened. I just want one night to call you mine." She rushed through the words, feeling herself getting flushed. "Please?" she added as an afterthought.
For a long time, Draco merely stared at her. She was fidgeting and about to leave in shame, when he started stalking towards her, causing her to back into the wall. Slowly, almost threatening, he lifted his hand to lean against the wall next to her head, looming over her. She stared into his dark, grey eyes and swallowed when she noticed the way he was looking at her.
"I won't be gentle with you, Granger," he purred. As if to contradict his words, the fingers of his free hand lightly skimmed her cheek.
Hermione all but forgot how to breathe, his touch and his closeness setting off all kinds of reactions in her body. Already, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Why did he have to smell so damn good? Finally gathering enough of her scattered brain, she managed to nod her assent.
With a quick movement, he grabbed her shoulder and Apparated away. Hermione stumbled upon arrival and only barely managed to suppress a whine at his sudden absence.
"Cosy place you've got here, Granger."
Had her reactions not been so all over the place, she might have thought to ask him how he knew where she lived. As it was, she could only watch as he elegantly folded himself into her lounge chair. The intensity with which he was looking at her made her breath hitch.
"Strip."
It was not so much asked, as it was given as a command.
"Wh- What?" Hermione stuttered.
He raised an eyebrow, steepling his fingers in front of him.
"Strip."
She blinked at him a couple of times, wondering how she had gotten herself into this situation, before slowly reaching to the side zipper of her dress. Pulling the dress over her head, she hoped she wasn't smearing her make-up. She thanked whatever deity was listening that she'd opted for her black lace bra with matching panties. After stepping out of her pumps, and unable to look at him, she reached behind her to unclasp her bra.
"Stop!"
Immediately she froze, snapping her head up to look at him. He was standing and staring at her. His previously dark grey eyes had turned into a molten lead.
It seemed like hours while he merely gazed at her. Never had she known that having a guy look at her could make her tremble with want.
"Were you planning on asking me the entire evening, Granger?" he asked, slowly walking towards her.
"That's no-"
"Don't talk," he interrupted, walking around her.
Surprised, Hermione did as he said. She could feel him standing behind her. The warmth of his body was radiating against her back, but he wasn't touching her. Oh, how she wanted him to touch her!
"Did you put on this lingerie hoping I would take it off?" he whispered in her ear, leaning in.
She could feel his breath ghost over the skin of her neck and couldn't help the shiver it caused. He hummed. His fingers touched her wrist and started traveling up her arm, causing her to twitch and mewl almost desperately.
"Have you been thinking about the things I would do to you? About my hands on your skin?" His lips were ghosting her neck, still not quite touching her, except for those tantalizing fingers. "Have you imagined me fucking you? In the bed? On the table? Against a wall?"
She moaned at the images he was providing her. "Yes."
Suddenly, he was gone. "I told you not to talk."
Hermione mewled in protest and made to turn around, but he once more stopped her.
"Don't move. Stay right where you are."
She strained to hear him, to pinpoint his location, but he was silent as a ghost. His absence was driving her crazy. When he finally walked back into view, he was missing his shoes and his tie. The cuffs and the top buttons of his shirt were opened. It took all her willpower not to reach out, not to surge forward and touch the triangle of chest she could see.
Draco smirked. "You want to touch me, don't you Granger?" he taunted.
Hermione nodded in response, no longer caring how eager she looked. She would do anything, anything, to be allowed to touch him, for him to touch her.
He once more walked around her, causing her to cry out in dismay.
"Patience, Granger."
With a whisper of a touch, she felt him unclasp her bra. One finger landed on the pulse point at the base of her neck, only to slowly slide over her shoulder and let the strap of her bra fall down her arm. Hermione groaned as he repeated the gesture on her other shoulder.
"So eager," he murmured. "Let it fall to the ground."
She moved her arms so the bra fell down. Her nipples pebbled in the cool air. Her breathing had grown erratic.
"It seems you are getting anxious, Granger. Perhaps we should take a break?"
"No!" she cried out.
Immediately, his hand was wrapped around her throat from behind, pulling her head up and back.
"I thought I told you not to talk," he hissed in her ear.
Hermione sobbed in response. She couldn't believe how much his power over her was turning her on. His grip had her standing almost on tip-toe in order to keep her balance, but the touch of his hand was burning her skin in the most delicious way.
"Are you wet, Granger?"
He flattened a hand on her stomach, causing her to shiver in response. Slowly, he trailed downwards, slipping beneath her knickers and dipping a finger in her core. A long moan escaped her.
"You're positively dripping," Draco murmured. He slightly loosened the hold on her neck. "Lick my fingers clean, Granger. Taste yourself."
Hermione was beyond being self-conscious. Eagerly, she suckled on his fingers.
"Good girl."
He allowed her to relax. She sighed at his praise, mentally feeling oddly calm while her body practically screamed to be touched, to be pleased.
Wrapping an arm around her, he pulled her back against his chest, his erection obvious against her lower back.
"Do you feel what you do to me, kitten?" he whispered, planting a kiss behind her ear and causing her to cry out. He ground into her. "I bet your pussy is clenching now, imagining how my dick will feel inside you. Don't you want me inside you?"
Hermione nodded before tilting her head against his shoulder, giving him better access to her neck. One hand still held her pressed against him while the other started caressing her ribs and the underside of her breasts. She squirmed in his strong arms, wanting more, so much more.
"Is there something you want to say?" he teased.
She moaned, once more nodding. He bit down on her shoulder before licking away the sting.
"Tell me."
"Please!" Hermione immediately breathed.
"Begging already, Granger?"
She couldn't care less. "Please, more."
Her breath hitched as his right hand once more travelled down, disappearing in her knickers. The fingers of his left hand started playing with a nipple.
"More. Please. Please, Draco, more."
His hands stilled for a moment, before resuming their torment. He gently pinched her clit, causing her to cry out.
"Do you want to come, kitten? Will you be a good girl and come all over my fingers?"
"Yes, yes, please!"
Draco hummed. Grabbing the side of her knickers, he ripped them off before cupping her sex. Two of his long fingers slowly entered her. A long, deep moan escaped her lips. He started slowly thrusting them in and out, bumping her clit with every movement.
"Can you imagine what it will feel like to have my dick inside you, kitten? How I will stretch you? Fill you up? Can you imagine how it will feel when I hit you just right?"
He curled his fingers, rubbing that special spot inside her. Hermione cried out, moving her hips in time with his fingers. She could feel the tension building rapidly. Reaching back, she grabbed his leg for support.
"That's my girl," he whispered against her skin.
He pinched her nipple hard and she exploded. Moaning loudly, she started to shudder, her muscles clenching and unclenching violently as she was consumed by her orgasm. Her knees buckled and only Draco's strong arms kept her standing.
She leaned against him as she came back down, glad for his support. He continued nipping and licking the skin of her neck, leaving marks and keeping her body electrified.
"Can you stand?" he asked after a while.
Hermione nodded, not trusting her voice.
"Good." He moved his hands to her hips and nudged her so she turned around. A sultry smirk adorned his lips. "Undress me."
She had all but forgotten he was still fully dressed. With the edge of her desire gone, being the only one naked made her feel self-conscious.
He leaned in. "Don't you want to touch me?"
Hermione didn't have to be told twice. With eager hands, she started unbuttoning his shirt, making sure she touched every bit of skin she bared. She sighed as she pulled the garment off his shoulders and down his arms. He looked better than she could have ever imagined; wide shoulders tapering down to narrow hips, toned arms and chest, a lightly outlined six-pack, and a strip of blond hair which started from his navel and disappeared into his trousers.
She wanted to run her hands all over him, kiss and lick him everywhere. Hesitantly, she leaned in, not sure if she was allowed to. When he didn't protest, she kissed his shoulder, followed his collarbone from one side to the other, only to proceed down and flick her tongue over a nipple. She felt triumphant when he groaned in response.
Her hands preceded her mouth until she was opening the buttons on his trousers. She licked along the waistband, causing him to twitch and clasp his hands behind his back. It made her feel powerful. Finally, she could pull down the trousers, taking his briefs with them.
His cock sprang free, erect and waiting. Hermione licked her lips. Without waiting for permission, she ran her tongue around his shaft. Draco grunted in surprise, roughly grasping her curls in both hands and pulling her back. Hermione simply looked up at him.
"So eager to please me, hmm?"
She didn't respond, her eyes flickering between his face and his cock.
"Open your mouth, that's a good girl."
He manoeuvred the tip of his cock between her lips and, holding her firmly in place, slowly started fucking her mouth.
"Merlin," he groaned, throwing his head back. Eventually, he let go of her. "Pleasure me, kitten."
Hermione grabbed his hips for support and continued the slow pace he had set. She swirled her tongue around him before hollowing her cheeks and releasing him with a pop. Looking up at him, she trailed her tongue from between his balls to the head, where she swirled it around him.
The moans coming from the man she had secretly fallen in love with emboldened her. One hand left his hip to fondle his balls. Draco's cock twitched while she licked him, and he erratically jutted his hips forward when she took him in his mouth again. She thought he tasted divine; all man and sex. One hand still teasing his balls, she wrapped the other firmly around his shaft and started pumping in earnest.
When she slowed down again, she looked up at him. He was staring down at her, panting, his eyes lidded. Hermione smiled, staring him in the eye and carefully scraping her teeth along his length. His reaction was instant. A loud groan escaped him and his eyes burned with a new intensity.
Hermione squealed in surprise as he roughly grabbed her by the shoulders and hauled her up. The look he sent her made her shiver, igniting a blazing fire within her. He grabbed her wrist and dragged her off to the bedroom where he practically threw her on the bed. She looked at him, wide-eyed and turned on, while he crawled on top of her.
In one brusque movement, he plunged inside her. Hermione cried out, arching her back to meet him, her nails scratching him as sensation overwhelmed her. He buried his face in her neck, withdrew, and roughly entered her again, at the same time biting down on her pulse point.
She mewled, unable to do anything but feel the mind-boggling pleasure that coursed through her body. He started pounding into her relentlessly. Hermione vaguely registered herself repeating his name like a mantra. She couldn't stop it, even if she wanted to.
The pressure was building again; heat spread through her as she reached the precipice, but, just as she was about to fall, he withdrew. Before she could fully register what was happening, he had pulled her hands above her head and magically pinned them to the bed. Draco looked at her, his eyes narrowed.
"Did I-"
"Quiet!"
Hermione shut her mouth, wondering if she did something wrong. He was panting heavily, his cock was glistening with her juices, but he was downright glaring at her. Some of her trepidation must have shown on her face, because his eyes softened slightly.
"Little kitten, how tempting you are," he said softly.
She blushed, feeling oddly pleased with his praise. Whining, she pulled at her bonds, extremely aware of the absence of his touch and wanting him back.
"Oh, I'll take my time with you, kitten," Draco muttered, his fingers trailing her side. "I'll make you scream until you're hoarse. I'll make you come so hard you'll think you're going to explode." He leaned in to flick a nipple with the tip of his tongue. "You'll be begging me before the night is over."
Hermione gasped as his mouth closed around her breast, his tongue toying with her nipple before he bit down on it. The feeling shot right to her core, causing her to buck her hips in search of friction. He was leaning over her from the side and moving with her, not giving her anything to push against, making the sensation of his mouth around her breast her only focal point.
It didn't take long before she started thinking she would go insane from sensory overload. When he let go, she almost sighed with relief. Breathing heavily, she looked at him through lidded eyes. A smile spread across his chiselled lips, and he looked her in the eye while slowly lowering his mouth to her other breast.
She couldn't prevent the moaning and inarticulate sounds that escaped her as he repeated the exquisite torture. His hand stroked her and came up to massage her free breast. When he pinched her nipple, while biting down on the other, Hermione screamed. She could feel her pussy clenching; her clit was throbbing and demanding attention. Yet, all her focus, all sensation, was centered on the pleasure his mouth and hand were giving her. She thrashed underneath him, causing him to laugh.
"Uhnn! Stop, no, don't stop. Oh gods! Please. I want- Draco. You- Please."
Draco lifted his head to look at her, before pressing light kisses to her collarbone. "Please, what, kitten? You're going to have to be more specific than that."
Hermione couldn't think anymore. Her mind had been shattered into a million pieces, turned to dust, and spread far and wide with the wind.
"Please, please," she repeated.
He licked and nibbled his way up her neck. "Tell me," he whispered in her ear.
"Touch me. Fuck me. Anything. Please Draco!"
She shivered as a hand travelled down her body. The small flick he gave her clit nearly made her come. She groaned in anticipation.
"So wet for me, kitten." His voice sounded rough.
His fingers briefly dipped into her. She lifted her hips, trying to get more, but he was quicker. Hermione watched, transfixed, as he lifted his now wet fingers to his lips and licked them clean.
Draco hummed. "I think it's time for my dessert."
"Gods! Oh, gods!"
Hermione keened as he settled between her legs. He kissed her inner thighs, deliberately avoiding all the sensitive spots while slowly but steadily licking his way closer to where she wanted him. By the time he reached her sex, both his hands were pinning her hips down. When his lips clasped over her clit, Hermione screamed.
"Not yet, kitten," Draco purred, "not yet."
He slid one finger inside her. Hermione panted. She tugged at the invisible bonds tying her hands down to the bed. Her hips were still being held down by Draco's arm. He curled his finger and ever so slowly started moving. His tongue was licking her clit so lightly, she started wondering if she was imagining it.
Slowly but steadily, the tension started to build. Hermione knew she was non-stop babbling, but couldn't figure out how to stop. Her body was on fire, burning and simmering, waiting for her to spontaneously combust. When she thought she couldn't handle it anymore, Draco hummed again.
"Almost there, kitten, almost."
His voice caused vibrations to travel all through her body. Hermione whimpered. She was close, so close! Suddenly, Draco's mouth clasped around her clit and he sucked. With a mighty moan, Hermione fell off the edge. Her orgasm was mind-blowing, earth-shattering. Every muscle in her body was strung tight as she arched of the bed. She could see entire galaxies behind her eyes; her body erupted in delicious fire while fireworks went off in her head.
As she was coming down, enjoying the aftershocks, Draco slid inside her, causing her to gasp and lift her hips in welcome. She could feel every bit of him as he stretched her, the tenderness of her orgasm making the feeling all the more delicious. He lifted her legs to rest them against his shoulders, sliding in even deeper.
"Damn, Granger, you feel good," he groaned.
Carefully, he pulled out, only to immediately plunge back in. Hermione moved with him, enjoying the feel of him inside her, urging him on. It didn't take long before he started losing himself in her. His thrusts became slightly erratic, the pace he set punishingly fast. Hermione loved it all.
"Yes!" she moaned. "Yes. Gods, so good!"
She couldn't believe how amazing it all felt, how close she was to coming again. Never before had a man played her body like Draco did. He looked like a god, how he was moving above her, his head thrown backwards, his hands curled around her thighs as he thrust in and out of her. Hermione tore at her restraints. She wanted to touch him, feel his glorious body under her hands.
"Come for me, Granger," he commanded huskily. "Come for me!"
Again, Hermione's world shattered. Her body exploded as another orgasm ripped through her. She kept her eyes on Draco and smiled when he groaned and stiffened. After a last few movements, he sighed and relaxed. Letting go of the vice-like grip on her thighs, he allowed her legs to fall to either side of him. Leaning over, he undid the magical bindings on her wrists. He carefully rolled to the side, pulling her with him.
"Let me stay inside you a bit longer, Granger," he whispered, burying his nose in the crook of her neck.
Hermione merely hummed in response. She ran her hands over his back and chest, once more feeling his chiselled muscles. She loved the combination of his obvious strength and the softness of his skin. Her hands went up to his head, carding through the sweaty strands of his silver-blond hair.
Eventually, he softened and slipped out of her. Hermione couldn't prevent a small whine at the loss. Draco turned on his back, pulling her against his side and guiding her head on his shoulder. He brushed her hair out of her face and started caressing his hand up and down her spine. Hermione started dozing off, comforted by his actions and the warmth of his body. She felt safe in his arms.
Draco pressed a kiss on the top of her head. "Go to sleep, kitten. I know you're tired."
With a sigh, Hermione closed her eyes, resting her hand on Draco's chest and letting the sound of his heartbeat lull her to sleep.
The next morning, when she woke up, the bed was empty, the spot beside her already gone cold. She couldn't help but feel slightly hurt at his disappearance, even though she knew it was to be expected. Groaning, and sore all over, she crawled out of bed to run herself a warm shower. She smiled as her core throbbed, remembering the night before. The past night had by far been the best of her life. Standing under the hot spray, Hermione realised that, even though now she knew what he was like and how he felt, her obsession with Draco Malfoy had only gotten worse.