I'm writing fan fiction again! Or….once again! The last star trek fic I decided was complete because my style of writing might change significantly if I were to continue that fic. Instead I'll probably have a sequel so if my writing style has changed with my mood it will not affect the previous fic! Anyway-I really wanted to read a good dramione fic so I decided to try and make one myself despite my dwindling memory about HP…How long ago was that? :P
I've looked up British slang, I've also heard it used in a lot of Btvs Spuffy fan fiction so I'm kind of used to some of it. Hope it's not improper.
Title: A Change in Plans
Summary: Ginny Weasley thought it was wonderful that Hermione had a secret admirer. But Hermione seems less than thrilled…in fact she seems terrified….
Trying not to have OOC moments but I'm not entirely in my element! Not intended to be a story about the war at all! Let's just have fun with this…
PROLOGUE
"I'm done." Hermione said evenly and stood up to walk away but Ron stood up and grabbed her arm, pulling her back.
"You're just upset. Hermione I'm sorry! I'm sorry! It wasn't right of me to act like it's your job to do my homework or something. I was acting like an asshole but we can get through this!"
"No, we really can't. I…tried to be a good girlfriend to you, Ronald, and you just took advantage of me. You treated me like…shite and I just let you for a long time. It's over, Ron." She slipped her arm out of his hand and he looked at her in total shock as she marched out of his room.
Their relationship was expected by the outside world, but within their close circle it was a clandestine embarrassment. Ron flirted with Lavendar Brown blatantly, he threw tantrums when she refused to do his homework and he never treated her like his girlfriend. Instead she was a groupie, someone to come to when he needed a date for a dance or expected his ego to be stroked. But she got nothing out of their relationship and she was currently sick of trying to repair it.
She was also currently disenchanted with the idea of being in a relationship at all.
Which was probably how she was in her current situation.
Across from her Draco Malfoy was half naked-no shirt, only the black silk slacks of his pants pushed down across his narrow hips so the lean muscles of his stomach were fully revealed as well as the dark gold happy trail.
She led him to the Room of Requirement under mutual conditions they both agreed to adhere to. The room presented the with a luxurious hotel suite with rose petals covering the velvet and silk sheets and crimson coloring everywhere.
It was quite unnecessary in Hermione's mind because she had not intentions of being romanced.
"Only one night." Hermione said sternly.
Malfoy's eyes drifted down her still clothed body and he nodded silently.
"Whatever you want." He replied huskily.
He had wanted her for three years. Three years watching her grow into a curved beauty, watching her waste her time on Ronald Weasley. Watching her, a mudblood. His father would kill him if he knew his son was doting on a woman whose blood was so worthless but he couldn't get her out of his head. He knew if he could have her just once, just for one night he'd be able to get her out of his head.
When he propositioned her a month ago she had furiously denied him. But a day ago she came to him, her eyes filled with determination and that pretty little mouth speaking words he wanted to hear. She whispered the time and place and her change of mind and he was hers. What made her change her mind was beyond him, but he didn't care.
"And no one will know."
"Of course not. Do you think I want my father to know I've sullied myself with you?" Draco scoffed harshly though his eyes were still watching her with hunger.
"Feeling's mutual, ferret." Hermione spat.
"Good." He jumped across the room and picked her up underneath her shoulders, depositing her quickly but gently on the bed in an elegant motion that seemed practiced.
He ripped open the blouse and she squeaked her displeasure when the buttons popped from their restraint, revealing the plump roundness of her breasts covered in simple ivory cloth.
He rumbled low in his chest and parted her shirt to look at her heaving chest. She saw him lick his lips and then trail one hand down the middle of her cleavage. She blushed and he looked back up at her curiously.
"Are you a virgin, Granger?"
She almost choked on her breath.
"Yes." She said and blushed even more to Draco's delight.
He paused and then pinched her nipple. She cried out in pleasure and surprise.
"Good." He replied smirking and the shirt was somehow pulled off of her completely.
He kissed her collarbone and then her neck and then her chin until his mouth brushed lightly over her lips. He brushed over her mouth lightly once more and then kissed her fully, parting her lips with his tongues and groaning into the hot cavern of her mouth as they battled in a tug and pull reminiscence of sex.
His body grew hot and he began to rock against her, pushing his full erection into thigh, murmuring huskily against her skin.
"You smell like roses and honey. I bet you taste like it too." He whispered and bit lightly on her lip.
"Merlin, Draco!" She moaned as his hand slipped under her bra.
He tugged lightly at the little pearl and then ripped the bra open and took the other nipple completely in his mouth. It rolled over his tongue, perking in excitement until she was moaning desperately. He loved her breast. They were heavy, softly weighted in his hands and soft, untouched velvet. And the smell of her skin was truly like roses and honey, with the added sweetness of her developing perspiration.
"Ooooh, ugh, please…yes…" She was begging and she tugged forcefully at his hair, pulling him down closer to her breasts.
"You have magnificent tits, Granger. Bloody hell," He moaned and trailed kisses down her chest and over her belly, for some reason extremely pleased by the slight feminine swell in her stomach.
He pulled her skirt completely off in a smooth motion in one hand and cold air rushed up Hermione's legs making her shiver. White cotton panties as well. The girl knew he had every intention of shagging her raw and still she wore simple white panties.
He grunted and rippled them off of her with one hand.
"What the HELL, Draco? Stop tearing my clothes! If I have to magically repair them the material will get-Oh! Oh!" She moaned and clutched his head which was now positioned tantalizingly between her legs as he licked once, twice and then thrice at the promising pink clitoris.
"Mmmhhm…I like the way you moan for me. I want you to moan loader." He licked the mouth of her mound and she moaned so loud it became a scream.
He kept licking her mound and sucking her clit until she wiggled beneath him desperately clinging to his hair.
"Please! Ooh! Dracodracodracodraco-AHH-"
Her hips rose off the bed and he pushed them back down as she came, pouring sweet and thick against his lips. He licked her desperately humming against the folds of her womanhood.
"Draco…" She moaned huskily letting go of his hair and slumping back against the bed.
"Cor you're sweet, 'Mione. Mmmm….don't get comfy…" He whispered and trailed kisses up her stomach to her breast and then nipped lightly at her neck.
"Why not?" She whispered back and he smiled at her tugging on one perky nipple.
"Because I'm not done yet." He tugged on her earlobe with his teeth and both hands pushed her hips up roughly.
"I'll go slow alright, love? Just tell me if it's too much." He whispered in her ear and she nodded mutely.
Her heart thudded in her chest and reason tried to plough through her pleasured senses. What was she doing with Draco Malfoy? Of all of the men at Hogwarts she could have given her virginity to-why him?
Draco's hard member pressed against her thigh and she gasped in surprise.
That was why.
Because he wants me. Because he thinks of me as a woman and not a lackey, not a mother to do his homework and baby him-
He bit into her shoulder and she jerked in surprise. As soon as she gasped Draco pushed into her and ripped through the delicate barrier keeping her from womanhood.
She let out a surprised groan and his hips stilled as he buried himself deep inside of her.
"Oh fuck. Cor y'r fuckin' hot such a tight cunny-uh…'Mione." He whispered against her neck and kissed her, tugging at her lips and intertwining his tongue with hers in a furious need.
She was so tight. She gripped him like hot, wet velvet, sucking him in and trying to push him out all at the same time. He had to busy himself with kissing her pretty lips to stop himself from ramming into her over and over. Hell, he had dreamt of what she would feel like squeezing his prick but he never thought she would drive him insane like this.
"Draco…" She finally whispered as the pain subsided into something hollow and aching.
She gyrated her hips against his and he moaned into her skin.
"Please tell me I can move now baby. Please say that or stop moving your hips like that, love."
Hermione hummed against him and her hands drifted down his cheeks and across his chest. Her eyes were suddenly heavily lidded with a womanly predatory stare. It took every fiber of his being not to pummel her into the mattress for looking at him like that.
"'Mione-"
"I want you to move." She whispered and bit the underside of his chin and sucked the pulse point at his neck.
He groaned in relief and slowly pulled out and then pushed back in. She mewed and her nails bit into his skin.
"More." She demanded in his ear and he grunted in response pulling out and then pushing back in at a quicker speed.
"More, Draco. I need it, please-uh, uh-"
""Mina if you don't stop making that sound I'm going to end up coming like a pansy, baby. Hell, bloody hell you're so damn tight."
He pushed her hands above her head and started a fast rhythm inside of her. She felt every vein in his thick member as he stretched her, filled her so deep, but she wanted more.
"Harder. Faster. More. Draco! Draco!"
He was shagging her harder than he intended, so hard the bed beneath them was squeaking in protest and she was scratching and biting like an animal, her legs around his waist and her mouth tasting every piece of skin she could reach.
"Mmm, come for me, minx. Come for me, scream my name-wanna hear you soddin' screaming-"
"Draco!" Her hips arched as she spasmed and tightened impossibly around his member.
He roared her name in response and came inside of her so hard he almost lost consciousness.
They laid there, still intertwined and then he reluctantly removed himself from her. Purposefully taking his time to exit her passage and staring at her flushed face. He didn't move, instead he watched her, propped on two elbows above her, his eyes flickering against her flushed skin.
Hermione looked away from him and then rolled over but he stopped her progress, grabbing her and roughly pressing his lips against hers possessively. She moaned into him and felt his member rise against her thigh and then she remembered who she was with and she pushed him off of her and rolled out of the bed.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?"
"I'm leaving. Only one time remember." Hermione snapped grabbing her clothes off the floor, trying to shield her body from him as much as possible.
"One night, Granger. We had a deal. I'm not through shagging you yet." He barked and left the bed uncaring of his naked state.
Instead he lifted her off the floor and tossed her back onto the bed with a growl.
"I have to pack for winter break before tomorrow. Mmm, Malfoy-stop!" She murmured as he tried to possess her lips again.
"I liked it better when you called me Draco." He whispered and sucked her lip into his mouth, moving his hand down to fondle her breast.
"Stop-I have to pack…Draco…"
"Soddin' use magic. You're a witch for the love of Merlin," He practically begged, "I need you. Need it one more time."
I'm not leaving until I've shagged you out of my head.
She succumbed eventually. Murmuring his first name and tossing her head back in ecstasy for the second of four orgasms of the night.