My very first fanfiction!
I'm new at this, but I hope you like it! I had a lot of fun writing this story :-)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and the cover image definitely isn't mine either!
M-rating for language and smut.
A/N: I've made some revisions and added sentences here and there in February 2019, but none that'll change the core of the story. However, I have expanded a bit on Draco's thoughts and Blaise's part story because he's just fun! I really hope you'll enjoy this!
HBSJ
Draco's astonishing birthday
"Come on Draco! How long can it possibly take to make you hair look like you've just stepped out of the shower?"
Draco scowled at the voice of his best friend coming from his lounge. He was sure that Blaise had already poured himself a firewhiskey from the small bar and made himself comfortable in there. They weren't really in a rush, but it seemed that Blaise was impatient to get going. Truth be told, so was he.
They were going out to celebrate Draco's twenty-first birthday but as his birthday actually the following day and that was a Sunday, they were going out today.
He looked at himself in the mirror. He had literally just stepped out of the shower, with just a towel slung low around his waist. He sighed, he knew his mother and father had been expecting him at dinner both yesterday and today but it couldn't be helped, he didn't have the time yesterday because of work and today had been planned for weeks. He knew he had to go tomorrow, so he checked his stores of hangover potion in his bathroom cabinet, he needed enough so dinner tomorrow wouldn't be all that bad. He was wondering what was so goddamn urgent about his birthday, they'd never made a fuss like this before.
After he'd owled them this morning, saying he'd be there tomorrow, he'd received a thick letter from them this afternoon but he hadn't gotten around to reading it yet. The owl had arrived just as he was undressing for his shower. He was sure it could wait and it seemed like a long one, probably lecturing him on his responsibilities from tomorrow and onwards. Blah blah blah.
"I'll be right out! Just pour yourself another whiskey while I get dressed!"
"Don't mind if I do." Blaise replied cheerfully.
Tonight would be epic. Monumental and fucking epic!
He and Theo had been working on it for months. They'd be about ten to fifteen people tonight, mostly Slytherins and mostly women, of course.
They'd booked tables at three muggle clubs, all prepaid, so they could go whenever they wanted. They were all meeting at The Leaky Cauldron because they were going out in muggle London. He'd even invited a couple of women that Draco didn't know about, just in case all he needed was a drink or five to give him the courage to actually approach the one he was into.
During their planning, he and Theo had needed help with some of the muggle ways of getting in touch with the clubs and, thinking quickly as he always did, he had contacted the most well-known in their year. She and her smoking hot friend had agreed to help him and he had flirted shamelessly with both of them during the entire day. And of course he had invited his two beautiful advisors. He just hoped to fuck that they would both show!
He smirked gleefully and swirled his tumbler in his hand. He'd had his eye on a couple of the women and tonight he would have just the right opportunity to show them why he was such a popular ladies man. Maybe even that one, the very special fiery one, that he'd had repeated fantasies of, if she chose to show up.
Draco showed up in the doorway wearing black shoes, black slacks, a crisp white button up, a bright blue blazer and his trademark tousled hair. Blaise grinned at him. "Ready birthday boy?"
He took a deep breath and grinned right back at him. "As ready as I'll ever be."
Blaise handed Draco a tumbler like his own and made a toast. "May tonight be one of those that we'll always want to remember but one where we can't remember a thing!"
With their grins still in place, both men downed their drink and took the floo to The Leaky Cauldron, laughing all the way.
Draco and Blaise arrived to a storm of cheers and laughter. He was hugged, clapped on his back and kissed on his cheek by so many people that he didn't even recognize them all at first. Even so, he'd know Pansy Parkinson anywhere, she sauntered up to him after the initial ruckus of his arrival had died down and purred at him with a playful expression. "Happy birthday Draco."
He kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you Pansy, you look lovely."
"Hmm…" She pouted but still had her playful look. "That wasn't exactly the look I was going for but I guess it will have to do." She shrugged, actually indifferent to his opinion and just fishing for compliments.
After that, the party started at the Leaky and it was all becoming a blur.
They had flaming shots, spicy drinks, strange toasts, loud conversations and Draco was starting to really appreciate Theo and Blaise's offer (Ahem, demand) to arrange his birthday. He looked around and saw nothing but friends or gorgeous women and it was absolutely perfect. Almost. There would be room for one more if she showed up.
In the middle of his silent reverie, Blaise announced that it was time to go to the first club. Where they were going, he had no idea but he knew it must be by muggle transport because Blaise was leading them to the door to muggle London.
Outside the wizarding bar, they were met with blaring muggle party music and brightly colored neon lights. It was a massive party bus parked at the curb with the doors open and the inside beckoning them in, except for the overflowing bar with a few lovely scantily dressed female waitresses.
"Oi people! Shut your traps and hop the hell on!" Blaise yelled laughing at them all gawking at the bus.
Theo were escorting three lovely women into the bus that Draco had never seen in his life. He offered his arm to Pansy next to him and the woman on his other side, whom he just now recognized at Daphne Greengrass from his year at Hogwarts. He smirked at both women. "Ladies, may I lead you into the bus?"
They both giggled as they took his proffered arms and soon everyone was on the bus, enjoying themselves immensely. Gregory Goyle was entertaining two women, Draco three, Blaise three and Theo two. Somehow, Pansy was enjoying Goyle's odd stories and the other woman beside him was positively twinkling at him. How that ever happened was beyond him. Just then, one of the waitresses pushed muggle shots at them, something that he hadn't ever tasted before, but he took three and immediately ordered more of them for everybody. Half an hour later they were all tumbling towards very drunk as they entered the first club.
It was early, so there weren't that many people out but they were shown to a table with a great vantage point and the night started to slip by quickly. Everything was becoming more blurred and fun and soon they were all whisked off by Blaise and Theo to the next club, which was much more crowded.
The music had a lot more bass in there and somehow it resonated within Draco. The bass felt like it was deep inside him, his heartbeat following the punishing beats. He shrugged it off, it must be the alcohol getting to him.
At a quarter to twelve, Blaise and Theo started ordering more champagne, more drinks and a lot more shots.
"Mate!" Theo shouted over the blaring music, hugging him to his side by the neck. "Your birthday is coming right up, we'll make it unforgettable!" They jumped up and down and then Theo was gone before he could respond. The women in their party were dancing provocatively and, looking around, so were most of the women in the club, he was definitely enjoying himself.
That drum was pounding inside him, he was wondering if he'd had too much to drink already but he felt painfully sober. Even so, everyone around him started to count down from ten.
"Ten, nine, eight!"
He wasn't listening, he just grinned at his friends and their fantastic enthusiasm for this night out. No matter how much he had been drinking, and it was a lot, he still had a grasp on his sanity. That was strange, he'd been drinking more tonight than he had in years but whatever, this was it! His birthday!
"Three, two, one! Happy birthday!" Everyone shouted, hugging him, toasting and drinking and kept on partying, jumping up and down.
No one noticed that Draco had gone somewhat rigid, not moving and certainly not partying either.
The beat inside him had quickened to almost a single continuing bass sound. He shook his head as he tried to come to terms with this new reality. His senses had all sharpened and he could smell every little smell in the club. His eyes easily caught all the different colors in the lights and he felt like pure instinct.
This was not fucking normal and he started freaking the fuck out! He didn't know what the hell was happening to him so he fled to the bathroom. Locking himself in, he desperately tried to keep the panic at bay. What in the name of Merlin soggy bottom was this?! He tried to grit his teeth but he couldn't! He lifted his hands to feel his teeth, dreading what he would find. Fucking fangs had sprouted in his mouth.
What the actual fuck?!
He ran his hands through his hair repeatedly, what to fucking do?
He took a deep breath to calm himself and caught the scent of something completely irresistible and utterly delicious. It had the absolutely opposite effect, it coiled his body tightly, made it ready to spring, to claim. He wet his lips instinctively. It was a vague trail but the only thing his newfound instincts told him, was to find the person attached to that spectacular scent and keep them.
He went back out into the club, closed his eyes and took another deep breath.
He looked around, scouring the place for her, because he knew it was a her. Somehow, he trusted these instincts completely.
There.
He'd found her, the owner of that intoxicating scent.
She stood with her back to him at the bar. She was slender, her curves were soft and her movements were graceful. She was wearing a short red dress that hugged the sensual curves of her upper body and flared out from her hips, stopping just above the middle of her luscious thighs. She had long softly curled chestnut hair that was slung over one of her shoulders and he longed to touch and mess it up. The dress had a plunging open back that exposed her neck and her spine down to the curve of her toned arse and Draco started to literally salivate for this woman.
He didn't notice anything else around him, he just marched purposefully up to her.
Only when he got closer did he vaguely notice that Blaise was standing close to her, talking to her and her friend but it didn't matter. His friend wasn't interested in his amazing woman, Blaise only really had eyes for the redhead beside him.
Draco could feel her, he craved her.
He stopped right behind her, basking in the feel of her body heat so close to him. It began something deep inside him, it emanated from him in ripples that his newly sharp eyes could almost see. For now at least, he had decided to embrace these strange new feelings.
The woman froze suddenly with her drink halfway to her mouth. He could see the slight tremble in her hand as she replaced her drink back on the bar. And then she turned around.
Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he was shocked. Well, sort of. And then not really because it was her. Of course it was.
The woman in front of him, the most important woman on the planet, was none other than the Brightest Witch of her Age, Hermione Granger. She was looking completely delicious in her plunging red dress, exposing an edible amount of cleavage. She had very little make up on, sparse jewelry and was showing a lot of skin, he'd never seen her like this before. But somehow, the shock didn't manifest on his face or really in his feelings. He knew he should be shocked but he wasn't Of course it was her. Deep in his bones, he knew that he was always meant to be with her.
At first she just stared at him, wide eyed and a bit of a flirtatious smirk on her face. She took him in from head to toe slowly and he was shaking with need. Then the look in those gold flaked chocolate brown eyes changed to unmistakable lust and her smirk widened as she lightly bit down on her full bottom lip.
That was it, that was all the confirmation he needed.
He took one step forward which brought her entire body flush into contact with his. The feeling was beyond anything he could ever have imagined. He tilted his head down and kissed her forcefully and possessively. His hands snaked around her tiny waist trapping her body to his, holding her in an iron grasp and he knew that nothing would make him let go. She snaked her arms around his neck, bringing him closer to her.
The kiss was heaven. She tasted of spring, gt's and forever.
He begged for entry into her mouth, nibbling on her plump soft lower lip and kissed her again and again, his need spurring him on. When she opened her mouth like a flower to him he groaned loudly, the sound vibrating through them both, sending them into a frenzy of movements, his need for her escalating quickly. Her soft moans were fanning the roaring fire that was already consuming him.
She was still clinging to him so he could see only one way forward. He lifted her up as though she was light as a feather and she immediately wound those toned legs around his waist as he carried her to a quiet corner of the club. She had an iron grip on his waist and ground her core into his repeatedly, making them both gasp in pleasure. He cursed and dissaparated to his flat without a second thought and yet, she was still kissing him.
Suddenly everything was quiet around them as the noise of the club disappeared, except the two of them. They were both moaning loudly, not wanting to let go of the other. He'd apparated straight into his bedroom, wanting nothing more than to be inside her and mark her as his.
This was exactly right. This was just as it was supposed to be. He couldn't even begin to explain why.
He placed her on his massive king size bed and followed her down, the feel of her beneath him was too good for words. He was still kissing her hungrily and she kissed him right back, grinding her hips against his rapidly expanding erection. Those strange waves were still emanating from him, he didn't know how to stop it and he really didn't want to. This was so intense and better than anything he had ever dreamed.
He was certain that none of his friends knew that he'd had a crush on the Gryffindor princess for years and years. Ever since she'd hit him in the third year, he had been absorbed by her because something had changed in him that day. He had never really figured out if it was them touching or her standing up to him in such a fierce way. It could be both for all he knew. She had starred in almost every fantasy he'd had since third year and now, touching her, it was better than he'd ever imagined.
She moaned wantonly and the last shred of self-control within him almost snapped. He started tearing her clothes off her because he needed her naked now. She did the same to him, bits of clothing flew in every direction until they were both completely tangled naked on the bed, kissing, touching and biting everywhere they could reach. He kissed her neck, finding the sensitive spot below her ear, making her spectacular sounds even louder.
Her hands snaked down his body, touching and pinching and ended closed around his steel hard length. He couldn't take it any longer, he needed to be inside her. He moved his mouth to her nipple, sucking hard, leaving love bites everywhere on her soft silky skin. One hand was playing with her other nipple and as he moved his mouth to the other side, he moved his hand slowly down towards her soft center.
He was met with soft curls and more grinding of her hips. He toyed with her curls, pulling them a little and stroking gently up and down, while he was caressing her nipples and kissing her repeatedly. Her movements became more urgent and when he moved his long fingers over her clit, she jumped and moaned, wanting more friction. He obliged.
He placed one finger inside her. She was dripping wet, so ready for him. As he set another finger to join the first inside her, he traced his thumb over her clit, making her tremble with pleasure. All the while, she was playing with his cock, moving her hand up and down gently, sometimes stoking him with just her fingernails. That almost sent him over the edge. Just as she moved all five nails from one hand up his entire length, ending at the top of his head, his self-control completely vanished. He needed her right fucking now.
He moved on top of her, entering her in one breath while kissing and caressing her. She was so tight that he almost came right then and there. Fuck! She felt like fucking perfection! With just a brief pause to check that she was okay, he started to move. And she was right there with him.
It felt like two puzzle pieces fitting together as though they were made for this, made only for each other.
He moved his thumb to her clit while continuing his ministrations in an out of her. Taking her to the hilt of his penis and moving almost completely out of her with a punishing slow rhythm. And then her moans morphed into muffled screams as she shouted at him not to stop.
Their movements took on a life on its own and he was entranced. She would be the only one for him, ever. He knew it in every bone in his body and every ounce of his soul.
The next thing he did, he wouldn't quite be able to recall clearly in the years to come.
He leaned down, kissed her at the base of her neck, licked her in the same spot and then bit her, hard. His fangs moving into her skin making her bleed. Only this didn't seem to bother her at all, quite the contrary.
She was gripping his arms and they were moving faster and faster. As he bit her for the third time, she screamed his given name and came unraveled around him and he came right along with her.
Her walls were clenching around his cock while he was shooting every inch of his pleasure into her, pumping again and again, giving her everything he could until he had no more to give for now.
They slumped, holding each other tightly for a long time. He knew something significant had happened but he wasn't able to hold on to the thought before they drifted off to sleep.
After what felt like a fantastically long and much-needed nap, she lifted her head and smiled lazily at him. "I've wanted you to do that to me for years."
He grinned just as lazily. "So have I, you've been my favorite fantasy Granger, and now I know exactly why. You are so much better than my imagination could ever dream up."
She kissed him and moved to straddle him. She bent down and kissed him again, softly but demanding. "I'll show you just how good I can be." She said against his mouth and he hardened immediately.
She lined up his length before could say another word, sank down onto every inch of him and started to ride him like the goddess she was.
He had never seen anything more amazing and more beautiful. Her hair swinging, breasts bouncing, mouth open in silent moans, touching herself and looking at him with hooded lust-filled eyes. He grabbed her hips to help her reach that glorious nirvana.
He was certain that this was what life was all about, having the woman he loved in his bed bouncing up and down on his cock.
Wait, love?
He looked at her, not pausing in his movements. She was completely absorbed in her own pleasure and she was amazing.
It was an obsession for sure, he had dreamt of nothing but her when they'd both drifted off and for a good many nights before this too. He looked at her again, did he love her?
The answer was obvious, yes of course he loved her, he'd loved her for years, he just hadn't realized it.
She was marked by him, she was his now, forever. He didn't know how he knew that, he just knew.
He felt at peace, it felt as though something inside of him sighed and purred contentedly at that realization.
He started moving then, with more deliberate force, driving his cock deeper inside her every time she came fully down on him. This increased the volume of sounds she was starting to make. He sat up and moved his hands to her perfect arse and started kissing her. He loved that arse of hers, he squeezed her cheeks and helped her moved her pelvis in time with his thrusts.
She came undone around him in a silent scream and he fucking loved it. She tensed up and clenched his cock forcefully. Looking at her uninhibited pleasure took him right over the edge along with her and he grunted into her mouth as he released himself inside her.
They spent the entire night talking and fucking. He felt insatiable and so did she apparently. He just couldn't get enough of her. He took her several times, most times at her initiative and he showed her his skills at oral sex which she demonstrated right back.
He had apologized for the bite marks on her but she didn't mind, she just told him that in some way she had known it was coming and so it hadn't hurt her at all. Even now the small wounds weren't even sore.
Somehow the both of them were insatiable for each other and only when light was starting to seep through the windows, did they fall asleep, completely tangled up in each other.