Drastic measures
M-rating for lemons and language.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and I am making no money off this.
It's getting progressively more dirty, so I hope you enjoy this one :-)
He was grumbling to himself in the armchair.
What the hell were they on about giving him 'the best present ever'. He snorted Some filthy stripper-witch would give him a lap dance. He almost laughed. He wanted nothing to do with the witches in here, only one was really able to catch and hold his attention and despite his spectacular vision earlier, he was sure she'd never actually do anything like that.
A subtle rustling made him aware that he was no longer alone.
He looked up and his breath caught in his throat.
Again.
No. Was he still seeing things?
His throat suddenly parched despite the amount of drinks he'd had, he croaked out. "Her… Hermione? Is that you?" His own voice sounded almost non-existing but he could tell that she heard him. She gave him an enigmatic smile and shushed him while holding a single manicured finger to his lips. He was sure he was going nuts, he would be completely and utterly bonkers after this dance no doubt. But he wouldn't give it up for the world.
And when she started dancing for him in earnest, that's when he must have lost his mind.
He was lost to the world but for her.
Usually not a fan of these types of things, he settled down comfortably in the armchair and enjoyed the show. And what a show!
She was fantastic, gorgeous and beautiful and the way she was looking at him was addicting. She was displaying barely disguised lust for him in those spectacular orbs as she was ever so slowly rotating her sultry hips, he could get lost in her eyes for days.
She was rotating to a beat he couldn't hear but he wanted to.
Oh, did he want to!
He'd just noticed she was wearing a different dress than on the stage and it was green, Slytherin green. He practically choked.
Again.
And then the dress vanished suddenly and there she was in all her staggering glory, wearing only a rather see-through green lace bra and matching thong along with those shiny black high heels.
A lump was caught in his throat that he couldn't dislodge. By the almighty gods, how did he possibly deserve such a vision before him?
That was when she descended on him like the goddess she was, straddling him in her barely-there lingerie and grinding her core slowly into his, he could feel the fire in him being lit and stocked. His cock was screaming for release, for her to clamp down on him while she whined in pleasure.
Her hands had been touching herself up till that point and then she moved them to him. She ever so lightly touched over the planes of his chest, up his throat and over his face before ending at his hair where she scraped her fingernails over his scalp and he shivered visibly. He could hear her soft moans and small passionate noises from the back of her throat.
He ached to touch her, to bring her to the brink of the ultimate pleasure and beyond. He tried to move his arms but he was magically bound in the chair. He craved to touch her, he was burning up with need for her. "Hermione, please… please let me…" He wasn't sure what to say.
"What Draco? What is it you want?" Her voice was breathy but with an edge to it, he could tell that it wasn't a rhetorical question.
"You." He was saying it like the prayer of his soul. "I want you, pl… please." He pleaded with her in a gruff husky voice.
She was still driving him mad with those slow circles of her pelvis and he moved his own hips just a fraction, his steel hard length hitting her just as she was descending onto him yet again. He relished her gasp and the subsequent darkening of her eyes as they bored straight into his own.
To his great frustration she stood up and moved away from him. His control was slipping, he could feel it. His declaration of undying love was almost to the tip of his tongue when he swallowed hard.
Her bra had vanished and she was standing before him in only a scrap of lace covering his version of the Holy Grail.
She turned her back to him, sat down on his lap leaned into him. He struggled with the magical restraints, how he wanted to touch her.
"Hmm…" He could feel her humming in every bone in his body. "Do you now? Are you quite certain?" That's when she reached one hand down to stroke his rigid erection slowly and he was sure that he could see stars at the back of his lids.
"Yes, by Salazar yes!" The fire within him was roaring like Fiendfyre and she was the only way to quench it.
She eased her fondling of him and stood up to face him, still grinding and dancing to that infuriatingly unknown beat. Her eyes were hooded and her face and body had an appealing soft pink flush. She leaned towards him and whispered in his ear. "Well Draco, then you know what you need to do."
He blinked and she was gone.
It was a high stakes game she was playing and she knew it. She needed him unbalanced, she needed him to be a bit different from his normal self. He was always so contained and guarded, she could never get him to actually open up even when it was just them having a casual conversation. Which he always ended as hurriedly as possible.
But she had to get him to see sense! To see her differently than the way he'd put her up on a pedestal. She hated the way people called her the Golden Princess. She didn't want to be on a pedestal, she wanted to be his and for him to be hers.
She apparated directly into her flat, seeing as she was almost naked that seemed to be the best option. She was so hot and bothered that she needed a shower, a very long, hot and delicious shower.
She magically filled and warmed her tub with water and sank gratefully into the steaming water. Her nipples were just skating the surface of the water and the sensation, though nowhere near as having Draco writhing beneath her, was exhilarating. She was already so hot and bothered that she knew it would be a cinch to relief some of the ache that had gathered between her legs.
She threw her head back and one of her hands snaked down her body, pinching a nipple lightly, caressing her stomach before reaching the ache that had been building inside her since she had been waiting backstage.
She was wet, soaking wet for him.
She started stroking her core the way she knew would work, as she touched the bundle of nerves above her entrance she gasped and arched her body in the water, sloshing the water on the tiled floor but she didn't care. She was so close.
When she inserted two fingers into herself while keeping the pressure on her clit, she came hard, crying out his name into her darkened empty flat.
It wasn't enough and she moved her hands unrelenting as she coaxed a second orgasm from herself within minutes.
Draco sat in the room in that plush armchair and didn't know what to do with himself. He was so bloody horny that he thought it might snap if he didn't take care of it immediately. But it probably wasn't allowed here.
He moved his hands experimentally and he found that he was able to do that. Maybe he was only restrained when she was in the room.
He reached down to adjust his straining cock and got up to re-join his mates, cursing under his breath.
He ran his hands through his hair again and again.
She'd told him that he knew what to do and his heard knew it was the truth, no matter how much he tried to deny it.
He did know. He had make her his. His mind could never have dreamt up a vision that spectacular. He loved her with every single fibre of his being and only the thought of him corrupting her had kept him back from claiming her. Or at least doing his damnedest to claim her as his.
His mind started spinning ideas, some were overly romantic (he discarded then immediately), some were very direct (so not his style) but what he needed was understated yet succinct.
His mind kept tumbling around the subject until Theo pulled him from his reverie. He wasn't even aware of actually reaching their table.
"So… How was it? Did you like your birthday present?" His waggling eyebrows and shit-eating grin told Draco that Theo was in on it. He was always in on the secret and he always assisted wherever he could. He should have realized, the two of them worked closely together.
"You knew?"
"'Course I did mate." He shrugged and gave him a wink, grin still firmly in place. "Though I might have elaborated on some of her ideas."
"Is she actually working here?"
"Really?" Theo looked incredulously at him. "What do you think, numbskull?" If his tone hadn't cleared that up for him immediately, the obvious roll of his eyes had the same effect.
"She's not then." He nodded to himself, thinking hard.
If Theo really was in on it, that meant that it was real, all of it. He pushed out a breath that he didn't know he'd been holding.
It was real.
His mind was struggling to wrap itself around that simple fact.
"But wait, if it was truly real, how the hell did I see her and you didn't?"
Theo snorted and grinned at him. "Glamours mate, a couple specialized glamours to cover herself from all of the rest of us. You were the only one to actually see her."
Theo could see the cogs working furiously in Draco's head and he knew that the night was far from over. Draco's night wasn't anyway. He wasn't seeing anything in front of him except the pint he was currently frowning at, so Theo got out his phone.
T: I can see you did well, he's rattled. Join us on the roof top in an hour?
H: Are you sure that's a good idea?
T: Yes.
H: Alright then.
T: Dress to slay a dragon my fair lady.
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