A/N: Oh joy, my first Dramione fic. Please be warned, it's a lovely filthy story and drenched with sex, if you are not up for this, please get your frigid bum out of here…
I'm curious what you lovely readers think of this one-shot…
Disclaim: Unfortunately I do not own anything Harry Potter related, it's all entirely owned by J.K. Rowling.
Just this once
''Oh for the love of god, get out of here before I hex you!'' That man got on her nerves more than any creature she had ever met.
After leaving Hogwarts she imagined that she would never have to see his face again, only to be mistaken a few months later when she started her new job at the ministry.
''You can't deny it any longer, I know you want it!'' The icy-blond yelled back before he flashed her a wicked smile that send her up the walls.
After he had turned the corner she sighed deeply and let herself fall back into her chair. This was going to be far more difficult than she had anticipated.
A giggle came from the back of her office and she snapped her head to scowl at her colleague. "Nina, this is absolutely not funny.''
"Oh yes it is, I cannot see why you keep turning him down, he makes you a great offer and yet you decline every single time. I just don't understand.'' Of course she wouldn't.
When she started her job at the ministry, the one where she was in control of her own department, the department of investigation, Nina was the first person to make her feel welcome. Even though Hermione had been new to the job and the department, Nina had immediately followed her lead and hadn't questioned her authority.
Since the end of the war the department had been crowded with work and hired a lot of people to get the job done. The irony of Draco Malfoy working at a department that investigated after dark wizards, had not passed her. Before the final battle, Draco had shown everyone that his true allegiance lay not with Voldemort but with the Order. He had given them lots of useful information and had even betrayed his own parents to help them.
It seemed that Malfoy just never had the courage to decide his own fate, but when Severus Snape had taken the fall for him, when Dumbledore needed to be assassinated, things had started to fall in perspective for him. In the end even Severus Snape had been innocent and she regretted treating him the way they did, clearly he had deserved better. His dead had been hard on her, even though she hadn't been in direct contact with him the year before his dead. She just wished that she would have had more faith in her own judgment than in the words of others.
His dead had been unexpected and his memories even more so. She could still shudder, when the image of him bleeding out on the wooden floor of the Shrieking Shack, came to mind. She still had the nightmares to remind her of it.
"He can keep offering all he want, I'm not going to hire Blaise Zabini, no matter how many good references he has.'' She huffed while thinking about her former schoolmate.
Hiring Draco Malfoy had been one thing, hiring his annoying best friend, was a different thing altogether. She had absolutely no desire of getting that dynamic duo back together, they would make her life a living hell.
Blaise Zabini had been quite the catch though, when it came to her department. After the war they had discovered a huge warehouse, just outside of London, filled completely with muggle-borns. The year that she had been hunting Horcruxes with Harry and Ron, had been the year that Blaise Zabini had been rounding up muggle-borns all around the country. He had created a safe-house and hid all of them from Voldemort. The man was a freaking hero!
The way he had been searching for them, earning their trust and keeping them safe, was far beyond skilled. Not only had a Slytherin convinced muggle-borns that he was going to look out for them, but he had also managed to keep his word and he had done it all by himself. How the other Death Eaters or the Dark Lord had not found them, was still a mystery to her.
It had been quite the shock for the entire Wizarding world to find out that not one but three Slytherins had been working for the Light instead of the Dark. It had been more than her little Gryffindor heart had been able to handle.
Right after the war, they had been celebrating. Of course there had been deaths, and they still mourned for them, but that night had been exhilarating. Finally after years of living in fear, they were free, no more fighting, no more deaths, just peace and life.
She had been a little heavy on the Fire whiskey that night and while everyone was still partying at the Great Hall, she had sneaked up towards the Astronomy Tower, to get some air.
When she had been leaning over the rails a voice had scared her so much that she had almost dropped herself off.
"No need for that anymore Granger, we have won you know.'' His voice had been light and carefree and happier than she had ever heard it before.
"Oh shut it Malfoy.'' The alcohol had made her stupid, she couldn't even think of a good remark.
"Are you drunk Granger?'' He chuckled and he finally revealed himself to her, coming out of the darkness.
"Aren't you?'' Seems like a fine response, she couldn't help but giggle. Oh lord, she really was drunk it seemed.
"I don't do drunk.'' His famous smirk was plastered on his face and she waved her hand as if to dismiss his comment.
"So this is my chance to finally see your guard down, thank fuck Granger, you were way too uptight.''
"Am not.'' She pushed him lightly against his shoulder. Wait… When had he moved and why was he so close? She couldn't think clearly anymore. Al she could think about was his smell, sandalwood and musk, it was intoxicating.
"Yes you were Granger, you know we used to joke among one another that you needed a good fuck to make you loosen up a bit. There were plenty of guys who volunteered for the task.'' Why was he curling her hair around his finger?
"Had plenty of those.'' She clearly needed to cut her own tongue out, why did she not shut up. And why was she fiddling the sleeve of his robe?
It was true though, she had been sleeping around, a lot. No boy would speak about it but she had had her fair share of men, during her fifth and sixth year. Ever since the Yule ball in their fourth year she had been opened up to the world of seduction. Viktor Krum had been very forthcoming in his affections and she regretted later that she had not had the chance to find out what he was like between the sheets. She had been too young at the time but the kissing and a little fumbling had prepared her for what was to come.
Ever since Ron had been sucking the face of Lavender Brown, she no longer cared who could make her come, as long as it wasn't him. That's why she had started along the line of the Weasley brothers, it was just a little back-up plan to rub it in Ron's face if she would ever needed the reason. Charlie had been her first during Christmas break and the twins had followed shortly after when they returned to school. Bill was off limits of course, she would never cross the path of a Veela.
Back at school she had found several compatible suitors and she had learned her fair share of skills that she definitely wouldn't have learned from her textbooks. The most surprising one had been Harry though, as awkward and shy he had seemed, he had been one hell of a fuck. They had been drunk one night when Ron had been running of with Lavender and they had simply been bored. Harry had confessed that he hated having sex with Cho because she was crying all the time and not the good kind, he had smirked.
She had just been confused because she still thought him to be a virgin, but on the other hand, he would probably think the same about him. After that they had started to play strip-poker and one thing had led to another. Needless to say that they had never brought it up again after that and it had never happened again.
He laughed out loud now. "Are you kidding me Granger? Are you telling me you are not the innocent virgin we all thought you were?''
He was pushing his hips against hers now and she could feel his erection through his robes, god had she not wanted this for a very long time? Which girl in school had not wanted to share a bed with the sex-god of Slytherin?
"Far from it.'' She pushed her hips back against his and with a growl he pushed her against the railing and before she knew what was happening, he covered her mouth with his.
His kiss was warm and exciting in the cool summer night. She lifted one hand and let her fingers glide through the icy blond hair, which was immensely soft to the touch. She wished she had hair like that, his fingers would probably get stuck in the mess.
"What are you doing Malfoy?'' She gasped between kisses and with her other hand she grasped his hip to steady herself.
"Kissing you Granger, is that not obvious?'' He plunged into her mouth again and licked her lips to gain excess. She was in to state to deny such a request.
"We shouldn't.'' She moaned into his mouth and he grinded her against the railing once more.
"Just this once, I promise we won't speak of it again, let loose for once Princess.'' He left her mouth to trail kisses down her throat and all her apprehensions went out the window. She kissed him back fiercely and would show him what letting loose meant exactly.
While he was harassing her collarbone, she started on the buttons of his robe and soon she found him in muggle clothes, of all things. After his robes she started on his shirt and pulled it over his head.
Apparently Malfoy had made some progress on his own as she was out of her own robes and her dress had been tugged down around her shoulders, while he was working on the clasps of her bra. Within seconds it fell to the floor and she was certain that he had done it before, many, many times.
She moaned loudly when he covered her breast with his mouth and sucked on her hardened nipple, while touching the other with his right hand. His tongue was caressing her and she felt her knickers soaked with her arousal. She wanted him, badly.
"Hurry up Malfoy… Before someone finds us.'' She lifted his chin and kissed him on the mouth again, his lips felt soft and urgent all at the same time.
Jerking the belt from his jeans she trailed her fingers lightly over his arousal, through his jeans. She was rewarded with a groan and he pulled up her dress to pull down her soaked underwear.
He zipped down his own jeans and pulled them down, together with is boxers. He surprised her then by lifting her up in his arms and positioned her on the railing. If she were to fall, that would be the end of her. "Don't you dare drop me.'' She warned him before kissing him again.
It was a thrill to be on the edge, after a night like they just had, she needed something like this to ride the high a little longer.
He draped one arm around her waist to keep her steady and he hiked her dress up once more to gain excess to her pussy. He let his other hand slide between them and he laced his fingers through her brown curls that covered her sex. She shivered and moaned with the contact and started to nibble softly on his ear.
"God woman, you drive me crazy.'' He pumped one finger inside her and felt that she needed no foreplay at all. He lined his rock hard cock against her entrance and teased her lightly with it.
"Draco!'' She hissed when he entered her and felt his searing member covering her entirely. She had not been able to get a good look at him before but she could feel that he was long and absolutely divine, inside her.
He stilled for a minute, probably to compose himself, she knew she was tight, she had heard it many times before. Soon he started to move and all thoughts were lost to them. Their moaning was probably echoing around the school grounds but they couldn't care less.
He was holding her against him while he was pounding inside her and soon she started to feel the first waves of her orgasm starting to surface. He moved his hips lightly and brushed against her weak spot, she started to buck against him and he could feel her orgasm ripping through her, pulling his cock inside her even tighter.
After her orgasm wore off he pulled her of the railing and helped her stand, her legs felt a little wobbly. She wanted to ask him why he was stopping but before she could form any words he had turned her around and slid inside her from behind.
She held herself steady against the railing and gripped it tight with her hands. From this angle he was even further inside her and she moaned hard when he pulled out almost completely before he pushed in again, roughly. He repeated the movement and she felt another orgasm coming on to her, he moved one hand around her hip and when he pushed inside her once again, he flicked her clit between his fingers and screaming she found her second orgasm.
With a few more rough pounds he wasn't able to hold on anymore and he spilled his warm seed deep inside her, groaning out her name. He remained inside her for a few minutes before he finally pulled out and started to gather his clothes.
She was beyond speech and just pulled her dress down and the straps up her shoulder. Her bra she just picked up and threw off the Astronomy Tower. "Worst bra I've ever had.'' She mumbled and did the same to her underwear.
"You amaze me every time witch.'' Draco laughed and she couldn't help but grin at him.
They had sworn again that this was a one-time thing and they would never repeat it again, before they went their separate ways, to join the party downstairs.
She had never told anyone what happened that night and she hoped that Draco had done her the same honor. She definitely didn't tell Nina because if she knew, there would be no end to the torture.
Nina had been convinced, since day one, that Hermione and Draco would make an amazing couple. Needless to say that Nina had not attended Hogwarts the same time they had, otherwise she would have never made that comment. Although she had to admit that having sex with Draco was way more fun than punching him in the face.
She often thought back on their night together and it annoyed her that he had been the best lay she had ever had. Finally Harry had been knocked from his first place. Ginny was one lucky witch anyway.
Draco had been the perfect gentleman though and hadn't mentioned it again, up until last month. She had no idea what had changed but she started to notice that all his comments had a double meaning and when he had asked her to think about Blaise again, she was fairly certain he had meant something else too. Was it possible that he was willing to repeat it again?
"Hello? Hermione, are you still with us?'' Nina was waving her hand in front of her face and she shook her head to get rid of all the improper thoughts.
"What is it Nines?'' She had picked up the nickname from Nina's boyfriend Devon and she used it since then. Nina absolutely hated it, which made it even more fun.
The woman in question rolled her eyes but repeated her question anyway. "I was wondering again why you and Draco wouldn't just shag each other already.'' The woman was sporting a smirk that Severus Snape would be proud of and she had no clue how that woman had been in Hufflepuff, the Sorting Hat must have had an off-day.
"Because I hate him and it would be inappropriate, I'm his boss.''
"That didn't stop you with Rollins.'' Nina knew too much. Rollins was one of her interns and she had given in to him on a weak night. He had been flirting with her for weeks and she was tired of rubbing herself raw every night thinking of him. She had decided that it would be better if she'd gotten it out of her system. Worked like a charm.
The only downside of it was that Rollins had told another intern and that's how the word had spread, of course reaching Nina of all people. The Minister of Magic hadn't been happy but seeing is it was her best friend, she had gotten off lightly. Harry had just laughed at her and given her a scowling for not keeping her sex-life in line, she had just glared at him and left with a huff. Harry had just been square because she hadn't told him about it, he used to know everyone she had slept with, except for this once, and Draco of course, she would never tell him that.
"You are doing it again.''
"Huh what?''
"You zoned out again, where is your head at lately?''
"I don't know, maybe you are right, I do need some good shagging.'' Nina squealed in delight.
"Ok girl, you and me, tonight at nine, wear something slutty.'' She didn't trust the girl one bit but the plan sounded very tempting.
"Where are we going?''
"That's a surprise, oh before I forget, no underwear allowed where we are going.'' Her eyes went big with surprise. Where the hell was she taking her? She decided not to pry because Nina would never tell her, she had an iron will that girl.
The magical mirror that she kept in her walk-in-closet was telling her that she just looked like an overpaid hooker, probably was right about it too. Tugging at the hem off her red short, very short dress didn't make it any better, the more she pulled at the bottom, the more her boobs were being pushed out at the top.
Never in her life had she gone out dressed like this, she must really be desperate to listen to Nina this time. But she had to admit that she was, in fact, desperate. She hadn't had sex in months and god be damned if she didn't get some tonight.
Nina was late of course, Nina was always late. It gave her a chance to change her mind and just when she wanted to ditch the dress and change into some jeans, Nina fell out of her fireplace.
"Sorry I'm… what is it you think you are doing?'' She noticed Hermione with half a dress already off.
"I was just going to change into something else.'' She muttered but she knew it was a lost cause.
"Hell no, you are going to wear the slutty dress and behave slutty and slut a man into your bed tonight.''
"Slut a man into my bed tonight? Do you make up these things by yourself?'' She couldn't help but laugh, Nina was a real piece of work.
"Well… You got my meaning, didn't you.'' She started to pull the dress back on her and gave in the bossy woman. And they say that she was the bossy type?
After pulling her dress down one more time, she held on to Nina's arm and felt the familiar pull of apparition.
When she opened her eyes, the first thing she noticed, was a big Roman looking building. "Nina, are we still in England?''
"Yes, you know my apparition skills, I would never take you out of the country, I would probably kill you.'' She told the truth, Nina was horrible at it, splinched herself more times than she could count.
Before they made their way inside Nina handed her a mask. It was magically enhanced and she moved it before her eyes and it adjusted itself on her faces, the laces tying itself behind her head. "Is this necessary? How will I know if the guys are good looking or not?''
"This is purely physical, it's all about their body's not about their good looks, and besides you can judge a body by its cover.''
"I'm pretty sure it's book instead of body and totally the other way around.'' She giggled.
"Of course that's what you would say.'' Nina had never understood her fascination by books.
"Won't Devon mind that you are going to such a place Nines?"
"Devon works here.'' Wow… talk about surprises. Nina had always been a little vague about her boyfriend and she had only met him once, after work where she hadn't had the chance to hear him out.
"Is there more you want to tell me?'' She quirked her eyebrows at her friend and folded her arms before her chest. Not that helped the state of her dress much, it almost pushed her boobs right out of the tight fabric. She felt super exposed with no underwear.
"Maybe, but now is not the time, you will figure it out soon enough.''
At the entrance they needed to show an invitation and she looked at Nina, who obviously thought of everything. Within seconds they found themselves inside and she couldn't help but stare in awe.
It was even beyond her imagination, the ceilings were high, very high, marble everywhere and big pillars supporting the roof. Once they walked a little into the room she was perplexed to found a small pool at the center of the room. It wasn't really a pool though, it was only ankle-deep and there were tiles scattered around it, like some fancy pond.
There were benches besides the pool and small platforms that held small silver poles on top of them. To her shock there were people draped around those poles, very sexy, almost naked people. They were in a freaking Roman sex club.
"What the hell is this place?'' She hissed at Nina.
"Don't be such a prude Hermione, you are going to love this I promise.''
"Is Devon one of those people attached to those poles?'' She just couldn't help herself.
"No of course not.'' Well she wouldn't be surprised about anything at this point. "He is the manager.''
"Jesus, and who is the owner then?''
"I'm not going to tell you yet, but you will find out.'' Damn she hated the woman. Well not really, because she brought her to this place. No matter how much she didn't want to admit it, she was turned on, extremely.
Nina took her wand in hand and pointed it at Hermione's dress. Before she could comment, Nina transfigured it at a sexy toga that only covered half of her body. It was a one-shoulder piece and she could feel it end just at the edge of her bottoms. Why the hell was she to wear a slutty dress when it was going to be altered anyway?
"I needed to get you in the right mindset with that slutty dress, I guess it worked because you are not freaking out now.'' Nina seemed rather too pleased with herself. She just rolled her eyes at her friend and let her eyes roam the room again.
She noticed only then that they were not the only guests, at least a dozen men and women were scattered around the room and struck in conversation or just inspecting the room, like herself. She tried to look at their faces but she couldn't make anything out of them, the masks were covering it a little too well. She hated not being in control.
"Let's go get a drink.'' Nina opted and she pulled Hermione along with her small hand. There wasn't really a bar, just another large table that was providing all sorts of drinks, there was a man standing behind it though that seemed like some sort of waiter. They decided on some lime green drink that smelled sweet but was drenched with alcohol, which became apparent when they tried to juggle it all at once. She nearly coughed it all up again.
"Let's get another one.'' She might as well enjoy this now, who knows if she would ever do this willingly again.
As the night progressed, the number of people increased and the lights were dimmed to create a sultry atmosphere. In the corners they could see couples already starting to kiss and do some light touching in places where you weren't to touch in public.
"Are my eyes deceiving me or is that man sucking off another man?'' She whispered in Nina's ear. She didn't have anything against gay man, far from it, but to see it in real life, and in a public place, kind of surprised her deeply. In the Wizarding world it was still some kind of taboo.
"Of course they are darling, what exactly did you think we were going to do here tonight? You must have had an inkling when you entered this place?'' Nina was right, she knew what was going to happen tonight but she didn't know if she was going to participate or just watch.
She sighed and decided to knock back another shot of the awful alcohol beverage she had earlier, she needed some courage to do this and any kind of courage was welcome tonight.
Twirling around fast and almost dropping her drink, she shivered when she heard a low and deep whisper against her ear. "You won't be needing more of that tonight.'' Before she knew it, the stranger had snatched the glass out her hand and turned her around with his other hand.
Almost losing her balance, she collapsed into the stranger's chest, this was definitely a man, a broad, well-shaped man. She recognized his smell and his appearance but she couldn't really determine where from. Her mind became a little foggy when she was this close to the intoxicating man.
"What… who are you?'' She whispered back and the man gave a low chuckle she felt vibrating through her body.
"I'm the owner of this place and I have been waiting for you, my name is not important at the moment.'' His tongue grazed the top of her ear just a little and she bit her lip to stifle a moan.
"Oh…'' Was all she managed to blurt out, not trusting her own voice whatsoever.
"Come with me and enjoy the show.'' He took her hand and laced his fingers with hers, she could feel tiny tingles making a way through her fingers and up her arm.
She had no idea what show he was talking about but at this point he could take her anywhere with that voice of his.
As it seemed, he didn't take her very far, just far enough to stand right next to the small, shallow pool and she noticed now that there were more naked dancers, then there were at the beginning of the night. At that moment the music started to play and it was a mix between classical and some sort of Arabian music, it numbed everything around her and she was only focused on the pretty dancers, scattered along the floor.
At first, there was some choreography in the dance routine, even though it was very slow and sexy. After a while the music still proceeded but the dancers were no longer occupied with it, somewhere along the way it had become something way more than dancing. None of them were wearing any clothes now and one woman was kissing another woman's breasts, while another woman was kissing a man while she was riding his cock. There was so much going on that she didn't know where to put her attention.
And then there was the man with the sexy voice that had been standing behind her during the dance ritual and she couldn't help but notice that his arousal was pressing dominantly against her lower back.
She hadn't even noticed herself pushing herself against him, driving herself into his embrace and into his rock-hard body. She wasn't even berating herself for doing this with a complete stranger, this was all too good to pass on.
"You like to watch, don't you, you little slut.'' She wanted to turn around in shock when he called her that name but he had pushed his fingers into her hips and pulled her roughly against his torso and against his aching cock. Oh, he liked it rough.
A real moan escaped her throat now and she was shocked that she liked him to talk dirty to her. "Yes, I'm a little slut, what are you going to do about it.'' She heard herself say. On the one hand she wanted to show him how much of a little slut she was but on the other hand she wanted to gain control over her actions and emotions.
"I will start by doing this…'' He licked the side of her neck and draped one hand on her thigh, while circling his fingers all the way up to the hem of her dress, which wasn't far from her dripping wet core.
"And then I'll do this…'' He bit at her neck now while his fingers finally found her aching quim. He slipped one finger up and down her slit and she arched even further into him while she let go of a high pitched moan. She wanted to clap her hand in front of her mouth, in case anyone would hear them. She also became aware of the people around them again and she wanted to pull away.
"No, no, there is no need for that. Don't you enjoy people watching us? Just relax and let go for once…'' The way he hissed it into her ear knocked her over with another wave of familiarity, as if he knew what she was like.
Her eyes trailed around the room again and she saw then that no one was paying attention to them, they were all too busy with their own sexual encounters. There were very few people left that were wearing any close now and she couldn't decipher the guests from the workers anymore, they were all sort of blended. Seeing other people fuck turned her on immensely and she could feel her wetness dripping on her naked thigh.
When she felt the stranger sucking at a sensitive spot on her neck, she decided for herself that she was going to enjoy this. Tonight she was going to let her inner slut free and if necessary, she could feel bad about it tomorrow, or any other day, but not tonight.
Determent with her new revelation, she turned around in his arms and pushed her body against his, moaning against his lips before she crashed hers down on his. Even kissing him felt familiar and she still couldn't figure out who she was assaulting.
A deep growl came from his throat when she licked her tongue among his upper lip, begging for entrance. When he provided her with it, she slid her tongue into his hot mouth and immediately they begin a struggle for dominance. His mouth was soft but demanding and while she was swept away by his demeanor, she hardly registered that he had placed his hands underneath her ass and lifted her up, without blinking an eye. Good, he was strong as well.
Automatically she wrapped her legs around his waist and she could feel his erection probing her. He was wearing a toga, similar to hers and she was wondering if he was wearing any underwear, she hoped not. His skin, she noticed, was pale, almost creamy white under her touch.
She felt him sitting down on something, probably one of those benches, and she straddled his lap while she feverishly rode against him, thirsty for any friction she could create.
"Let's see what you've been hiding.'' He whispered again and she could his hand unclip the strap at her shoulder, that kept her dress together.
With one swift motion he had moved his other hand and the dress fell from her form into a puddle on the ground. She was entirely naked now and she shivered from the coldness that grazed her skin.
Before she could lift a finger to start undressing him, he moved his mouth from her lips to her throat, all the way down, until he reached her left breast. He flicked his tongue around her areola and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She moaned and buried both of her hands into his soft hair, while she arched into him, hugging him to her chest. His hair was another familiar treat and the answer lay on the tip of her tongue. If she wasn't so distracted by his mouth, she might have guessed it within the second.
He moved up his other hand to touch her other breast, rolling and pinching her nipple with his finger. She was writhing in his lap, the sensations becoming almost too much. "Please…'' She begged him, not even sure what for, but definitely for more.
Frantic with need and passion she started to tug at his toga and she let out a victorious yelp when she succeeded in her job, while at the same time he bit down on her nipple, making her cry out.
They were both naked now and she rubbed her already soaking wet center against his throbbing rock-hard cock. God she needed him inside her, more than anything she had ever needed before.
He moved one hand down between them and she thought he was going to guide himself inside her when she felt two fingers enter her hot core. She gasped in shock, clamping down on him and moaning loud from the feeling. She started to buck against his hand and she almost came then and there.
"Patience love…'' He chuckled while he withdrew his fingers, not letting her finish so soon.
"Please…" She begged again.
"Please what love?'' His voice still low and husky with need.
"Please fuck me!'' She blurted out and latched on to his mouth again, invading him with her tongue.
"You only need to ask.'' He replied while he broke the kiss and he lifted her with great ease and let her lower down on his cock, hissing from pleasure in the process. "Aah… home, at last.'' He growled when his long length disappeared into her tight pussy.
Her eyes flew open and all of a sudden she knew exactly who was behind the mask. "Draco.'' She gasped while she finally sunk down and engulfed his entire length into her petite body.
He moaned when she called out his name. "Yesss love.'' He bucked up his hips a little, trying to construct some friction. "My cock she remembers…'' He mumbled, his fingers digging into the skin at her waist.
And right then she could care less about whose cock was inside her and who was making her feel this alive, all she wanted was to come with his cock inside her. She started to draw herself up and down his cock, trying to find the right rhythm. His hips met hers and soon she was riding him with the desperation for release. Moaning into his mouth and out loud, not caring about the rest of the people in the room, he moved his hips slightly and now brushed against her sweet spot. Within seconds she was crying out his name while she climaxed and clamped down on him. He eased his movements a little bit, letting her ride out her orgasm.
As soon as she started to come down from it, he dragged one arm around her waist again and swiftly flipped them over, him being on top now, never leaving her warm dripping folds. Before she lay down properly, he started to pound into her with an animalistic need and she could feel another earth-shattering orgasm coming up. He kissed her mouth roughly and pinched her nipple, rolling the tiny bud between his fingers. She moaned loudly and cried out his name again.
"Come for me, Hermione. Now.'' He ordered her and it became all too much, she let out a scream that could be heard for miles, all the while crying out his name while her second orgasm ripped through her. He growled loudly before he finally spilled his seed deep inside her, at last finding his own completion.
It took a few minutes before she regained consciousness and opened her eyes, to stare into his grey one, she cursed herself for not recognizing them the minute she saw them. His eyes left hers for a minute and roamed around the room, she heard him chuckle and she tried to lift her head to see what he was so amused about.
He kissed her again, easing her head down. "Don't panic love, but it seems that we gathered an audience.''
She wanted to bolt right up, he cheeks become flushed with embarrassment, but he kissed her again and held her down with his hands. "Relax love, you were a very beautiful tonight.'' She let him sweet talk her and before she knew it he was getting up.
She whimpered with the loss of contact and tried to get up as well, only she found her body too weak to comply. Soon she felt one hand underneath her knees and another around her shoulders, when he lifted her of the bench and held her close to his chest. She tried not to look at the people around her and kept her eyes on him, she never wanted to leave his arms again. Not after tonight, not after he made her feel this good.
She could see his posture that was poised with arrogance and proudness, while he lifted his chin in the air and strode from the room with a grace that not many men could muster.
"Where are we going?'' She whispered against his chest.
"I'm taking you to my bed, and if you are lucky you won't ever have to leave it.'' He captured her mouth into another searing kiss and all she could do was moan in anticipation.
Work would definitely be interesting from now on… She would finally have to hire Blaise Zabini now, and kill Nina… Although, after the promise of another round of hot sex with Draco Malfoy, she couldn't care less.
A/N: Woow I hoped you all enjoyed this. The idea came to me all of a sudden and I needed to work it out fast… Halfway through the story, it took my mind into an entirely different direction, as you probably already noticed, but I think it came together all very well…
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