I am still writing my challenge but I was reading a couple of fictions and this late festivity beauty popped into my head. I'm not including it in The Collection because it just didn't fit. M rated for a reason!
The blonde hair was tugged on by insistent crimson nails. She heard his growl and added her own whine as his tongue circled the edge of her nipple. She could feel his smirk against her chest, she also felt it drop off of his face when her hips bucked into his, pressing her sex against his.
"Malfoy." She sputtered and growled before dragging his mouth away from her breasts. He just smirked again.
"Granger. I'm going to take my sweet time in enjoying this Christmas treat." He raised an eyebrow in that infuriatingly smug way that he always did and pressed kisses down her neck.
It had been a weird Christmas Eve. Hermione Granger hadn't wanted to spend all day in her depressingly empty flat, coming up with numerous and more elaborate excuses to avoid a mothering Mrs Weasley, a worried Mrs Ginny Potter and an awkward Mrs Lavender Weasley. Instead she'd gone to work at the Ministry, allowing others with families to enjoy their Christmas.
Hermione had never expected to have seen Draco at ten pm on Christmas Eve but they had come out of their office doors at the same time and an awkward attempt at a conversation ensued.
Hermione had been mortified that he'd seen her sucking on a rather large complimentary stick of rock from Viktor Krum and Draco had blushed furiously when he saw painted red lips wrapped around a thick candy stick and the images that flooded his mind. 'Thank God for robes' was all he could think.
How'd she ended up on his office desk on her back would take a little more remembering, something about lonely Christmas' and the Mistletoe that stretched itself out and moved around the Ministry, catching luckless employees who weren't allowed to leave unless there was lip to lip action.
"Draaaco." Hermione purred as his hands worked over the skirt zip and his fingers fluttered over the lace underwear that he'd discovered.
"Well Granger." He smirked and pulled away from her to tug at the elastic, letting it snap back to her hip, before staring at her. She bit her lip, the heat in his eyes mirrored in hers and without a single retort even forming in her mind she grabbed his shoulders and tugged him towards her. Locking her ankles around his waist she yanked his hips in closer and rubbed herself shamelessly against the bugle in his work trousers.
"Draaaco." She repeated, her breathless voice sending shivers straight to his cock which twitched between her legs.
"Granger, patience is not your strong point but we're not going to get anywhere with these on." He tapped his belt buckle and watched in lusty amusement as she scrabbled for her wand before vanishing his trousers leaving him naked to her raking gaze. He watched as her eyes widened at the sight of him before she licked her lips and it did nothing for his libido which rocketed yet again. He didn't even bother with magic as he snapped the lacy fabric that covered her sex and it was his turn to stop and stare. He was shaken from his reverie at her soft whisper, wand tip pressed to her stomach.
"Safety first Malfoy." She grinned her hips bucking restlessly.
"You're a distraction when you do that." He leant over her and whispered in her ear before biting the shell of it softly, rewarded with another drawn out moan. "Want something Granger?" She nodded frantically, whimpers from her lips. "Beg me for it." He felt her tense, then he heard her laugh softly. Before he could even think of sitting back again, her stocking clad legs locked tighter behind his back and pulled him in towards her.
He slid straight into her warmth and nearly came at the feel of her.
"Fuck Hermione!" He snarled, supporting himself above her, drinking in the sight of her twinkling eyes, her mouth smiling yet biting those goddamn lips again and before he could stop himself, Draco was kissing her. Draco kissed Hermione with a bruising force, feeling her open his mouth as her hips nudged against his. The pleasure from one small movement was incredible, rocketing through their bodies he groaned into her open mouth and flicked his hips.
Hermione broke away from his mouth, gasping and screamed. Her nails dug into his shoulders as the kiss faded and animalistic passion took over. It didn't take much for both of them to fall over the edge, collapsed on his desk, surrounded by scattered clothes and paperwork.
It was some time before either of them moved, now there was sheepish grins and awkward re-dressing. Then there were sudden soft kisses, tender ones that made Hermione stand on her tip toes to wrap her arms around the blonde's neck and hold on. Kisses that heated Draco's cold blood, made his black heart-beat, kisses that sent shivers through his spine to his toes and an urge to encase the beautiful witch in front of him in his arms and never let go.