Muggle Themes

By AuraAuthor

This is an old one that I redid and decided to add to the collection. It's mature for a reason folks!

She hated these muggle themed parties. Everyone dressed in ridiculously revealing club attire and dancing to nineties pop music was not her idea of a good time. If she was honest, she hated parties in general especially amongst her current set of friends and their significant others. The display of skin and affection was nauseating. She suffered through each of these events, however, to keep her best friends at bay and for the occasional glance of one particular man that she otherwise couldn't admit to desiring.

She usually attended these things alone. She could have brought someone, anyone, with her but it wasn't worth the rumors and drama. She couldn't step out with anyone for any length of time before the stupid papers had them in a secret affair with a love child on the way or some such nonsense. So, she attended the parties alone and watched her friends get plastered before finally sneaking back to her flat and going to bed with Crookshanks.

"You look positively miserable Hermione," Harry said from beside her. "You know you don't have to stay right?"

She rolled her eyes. If only she had the option to leave before Ginny and Pansy got plastered. "And if I left Ginny and Pansy would have my arse."

Harry snickered. "Well that's the risk you take right?"

She rolled her eyes again and sipped the glass of wine she held in her hand. "I just don't understand why people think others want to watch them snog and rub against each other."

"You and me both Granger," was said beside her and her heart sped up just a tiny bit.

"Malfoy's here," Harry said with a snicker.

"Observant as ever Potter," Malfoy said with a chuckle.

Hermione glanced at him and smirked. "Malfoy," she said softly.

"Granger," he replied back casually.

"Glad to see you in grey instead of black, the color suites you better. You don't look quite as pale," she said.

"Well a good friend suggested I break up the black in my wardrobe. I'll let them know you approve of their advice," he answered back quietly.

"Anyone I might know?" Harry asked with a wide goofy, grin.

Hermione glared at him. "It's none of your business Harry," she said fiercely.

Harry laughed. "Just make sure that you two don't get caught when you leave," he said before strolling away to join the group of dancers moving to a techno beat, he recognized from his teenage years.

"What's he on about?" Malfoy asked with his trademark sneer in place.

Hermione shrugged her shoulders. "Never know with Harry," she said.

"What?" Malfoy yelled over the music. "I can't hear you!"

"I said you never know with Harry!" she yelled back.

Malfoy mimed that he still couldn't hear a word Hermione was saying which caused her to roll her eyes and cross her arms. A sudden heat next to her ear made Hermione shiver. "You give up to quickly Granger," Malfoy said before biting the shell of her ear.

Hermione turned her head and was eye to eye with the blond man. Suddenly feeling bold she dropped a quick kiss to his lips before pulling back with a deep blush. "Oh princess," he murmured against her ear, "that's not a kiss."

He wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her alongside him into the darkness of a corner of the room. "This is a kiss," he said against her cheek before pulling her body flush against his.

One hand gripped her backside and the other tangled in her hair before crashing his lips down to hers. He begged entrance to her mouth with his tongue and she had no choice but to comply. He tasted like sin and whiskey and she was drowning in the flavor. He broke the kiss just as abruptly as he started it and turned her to face the room of people. "Let me take you home Granger," he said against her ear. "They'll never miss you tonight. Hell, I'm willing to bet they are hoping I'll take you home. We've been doing this song and dance number for so long now that they want to be put out of their misery."

"What are you talking about Malfoy?" she asked leaning back into him. "We're only just colleagues, right? You'd never want anything more with someone like me."

Draco took her hand and led it swiftly to the front of his pants where she felt the obvious attraction, he held for her. "Does this feel like I don't want more with you witch?"

He bucked his hips into her hand and groaned into her ear. "And I bet if I slipped my hand inside your knickers, I would find a beautifully wet pussy just begging to be stroked."

Hermione gently squeezed his erection before turning to face him. "Take me home Draco," she said in-between kissing his jaw.

"Thought you'd never ask… Hermione," he whispered before he apparated them both to his flat.

Hermione didn't get a moment to look around before he was on her and pulling her legs up to hitch around his waist. "I need you now witch," he said biting down into flesh at her shoulder.

Draco pushed her against the marble table in his entry way and kissed her heatedly before pulling down the top of her dress to expose her supple breasts. He thumbed her erect nipples just before hitching her skirt higher up around her waist.

"Fuck me you naughty witch, no knickers?"

Hermione panted. "Dress shows lines if I wear them," she said before pulling his face back to hers.

Draco plunged two fingers into her dripping wet core and growled at just how ready she was for him. "Now Draco," she moaned out against his mouth before reaching down to loosen his belt and undo the zip on his trousers.

Draco pulled back slightly from her and freed himself from his pants before plunging his insane hardness into her velvet walls. "Oh… my… fucking…. Merlin…" Hermione panted with each of his thrusts.

It only took a few swift thrusts before Draco was spilling himself deep inside of her, all before she found her completion. "Fuck," he said against her chest. "Fuck Hermione I'm sorry."

Hermione frowned, but didn't have the heart to complain. "It's ok Malfoy. I should have been more ready I suppose."

"Don't, don't do that," he said pulling back from her and gazing into her eyes. "You couldn't have been more ready for me. I should have stopped and taken care of you first. I just… lost control."

Hermione attempted to straighten her dress, but he stopped her. "I think I'd better go Malfoy…"

"Please Hermione, please don't go. Stay the night with me and let me make it up to you. I promise I'm better than that performance."

Hermione stared at him, but didn't answer. Instead she lowered the zipper on the back of her dress and let it slip down into a puddle on the floor. She stepped around him and started moving through his flat with determination. "Where are you going?" he asked.

"I need a shower. You made a mess that needs to be cleaned up before we can continue with other activities."

Draco watched her disappear around the corner into his master bedroom. "Malfoy? Are you planning on joining me? I might need some help to get clean."

Draco stared at the blank space ahead of him where she had disappeared. He was quite a site with his limp cock hanging out of his pants and his perfect hair now a perfect mess. "Malfoy? Are you coming?" she called out from the bedroom.

"Not yet," he said to the empty room. "But I promise you'll be back to calling me Draco before I cum again."

He moved towards the bedroom with determination, shedding clothing as he went. A new glint of determination in his eye and a cock already beginning to rise to the occasion.

~FIN~