I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters! (insert sad face here)
This little scenario was thought up after I drew a picture of Draco and Hermione.
I'll put the link on my home page so you can get to it from there...hopefully!
Go ahead and check it out if you would like the visual, oh-ho-ho!
Anyways, here's my lil' one shot.
Draco stared into the crackling fire in the dark common room, lost in thought. It was around one in the morning and he felt restless.
The war had been over for a few years. Harry had beaten Voldemort and all traces of the snake were gone, except for the few remaining Death Eaters in hiding or in Azkaban. His graduating class had just now been able to come back to school. Hogwarts had been destroyed in the war and it took a lot longer than what anyone had anticipated to get everything back to normal.
Draco absent mindedly played with the blanket draped over his naked shoulders and back while the fire made his pajama pants warm against his legs. He was so rapt into the vision of the flames that he didn't hear the footsteps of the one he shared the common room with.
"Malfoy," Hermione said quietly. Draco slightly jerked his head toward her and she stopped. "What are you doing awake?" Draco frowned and turned back to the fire.
"What's it to you?" He asked. Hermione advanced until she stood next to the chair he sat in.
"I was just curious, you don't have to snap," Hermione said with a frown that matched Draco's.
"I could ask you the same question, Granger," Draco said. "What are you doing awake passed one in the morning?"
Hermione scoffed. "Well why would I tell you my reasons for being awake when you won't tell me yours? That wouldn't be an equivalent exchange, now would it?" She heard Draco chuckle deeply.
"Yes, you're right. Shocker," he added sarcastically.
The fire continued to pop and crackle.
"Malfoy, why are you so bitter?" Hermione asked in a whisper.
He almost laughed, but remained silent.
"I'm serious, I don't get you."
"You don't get me because I don't want you to get me," Draco said with bite. "That's just how it is." He heard her sigh.
"Well I don't accept that!" she said bitterly.
Draco turned to really look at her. Her curly hair was disarray as if she had tossed and turned in her bed. Her spaghetti strap tank top rode up a tad, showing a small amount of skin, and the shorts she wore showed her long legs. Her whole body shone in the like of the fire; sun kissed skin, toned muscles, tints of different browns and a bit of copper stood out from her hair and her eyes—her eyes held a spark of their own. They held determination and courage.
Draco let the blanket fall from his shoulders as he stood. The spark in Hermione's eyes flickered as he towered over her, half naked.
"Why so determined to get to know me now, hm?" He asked. She swallowed. Receiving no answer, he took a step forward and she stepped back.
"No answer?" He stepped forward. She stepped back.
"Why now when I've been messing with you for all these years? Come on, I thought you had the answers for everything!" he exclaimed sarcastically.
"Malfoy, stop it!" Hermione tried to shove him away. However, trying to push him away was like trying to push a wall over. It just didn't happen.
Draco grabbed one of her extended arms and pulled her flush against him. As she struggled, she gasped at the firmness of his body and how his muscles rippled against her own. The friction between their bodies could be compared to that of the fire crackling in that very room. Her cheeks began to turn pink.
"Now, tell me why you're awake," He ordered, holding her tighter. Hermione froze.
"W-what?" Her blush rand down her neck and down into her shirt as Draco's eyes looked her over for the second time that night. Her nipples began to harden against his bare chest and he smirked.
"Did your dreams wake you?" Draco suggested. Her breathing quickened against his collarbone. She heard him chuckle and she began to struggle once more.
"That's it, isn't it?" He let out a bark of laughter, which sounded foreign to Hermione's ears. "Your dreams are making you all hot and bothered and you're embarrassed about it!"
"Shut up, Dra—Malfoy!" Hermione looked up, shocked at her slip. Draco's smirk got wider.
"What was that? Am I going to have to sneak a peak in that head of yours, Gryffindor Princess?" He chuckled.
He was having so much fun…
"No, you wouldn't dare!" Her eyes widened. He leaned in close.
"Oh, I would," He whispered.
With a scream, Hermione yanked away but didn't escape. She fell back onto the floor and brought Draco with her. He straddled her thighs and she grabbed onto his arm.
"Let's have a look-see, shall we?" Draco asked rhetorically.
"No—," Hermione was cut off with her own gasp as Draco dove into her mind, unable to be blocked. He was successful in finding out why she was awake so late.
Hermione moaned at the hand massaging her breast and the erection pressing against her wet core. Soft lips dropped kisses on her neck, trailing up to capture her lips. She purred into his mouth while wrapping her legs around him and running her fingers through silky blonde hair.
"You make the most delicious sounds, love," said the familiar silky drawl. He ground his hips into her and she gasped and arched her back.
"Draco!"
Draco was pushed out by Hermione before he could see any further. He could still hear the sound of himself chuckling in her head. Shocked and slightly warm, he looked down at the girl underneath him. Her face was flushed and her nipples were hard. Her hand gripped his arm and pants came from the lips he had kissed in her dream. A single bead of perspiration formed on the side of his head and trickled down slightly.
Bloody hell…
It's late.
Bahaha! Fun stuff, fun stuff.
I'm not exactly sure if I'm going to continue this or just leave it as is...
I'll leave that for you, reviewers, to decide!
By the way, I hoped you liked this! It's short, I know...but it's cute, right?
Let me know!