A/N: So, I got a bit LEMONY in this chapter; okay, okay, I got a lot LEMONY. I don't usually write in the vein of overtly citrusy but this felt necessary for the story. Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 3
It took over an hour for Hermione to relax enough to give in to her heavy eyelids. Alone in her living room, except for Crookshanks curled up at the other end of the sofa, she let go of her mental inhibitions; drifting from sleepy imaginings to heated molten silver eyes, to unintelligible fantasy. In sleep, she allowed her logic to rest; she allowed her body to feel. And as she relinquished control of her faculties, the magic she controlled with equal fervour was released into the aether, free of her chains…
And it was heading for Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place.
Hermione heard the 'whoosh' of her floo and stood from her resting place on the sofa. She turned, expecting to see the girls starting to arrive but was extremely surprised to find…
"Draco? What are you doing here?" her voice sounded a touch croaky and she cleared her throat.
"I couldn't stay away, Granger. I haven't thought about anything but you since I saw you earlier; longer than that really, much longer. I was called here like you are the siren of my heart. Hermione, I… I need you!"
He crossed the room in a matter of seconds and looked so much like he was going to devour her, but he hesitated. She however didn't; barely giving him a moment to react; she threw her arms around his shoulders, clasped her hands behind his neck and pulled his lips to hers. Draco reacted immediately and his hands dived to her as she devoured his mouth, insisting access with her tongue. His left palm wound around her waist, his right diving into her sleep-mussed hair and fisting around her lustrous mane of chestnut curls. He held her face to his, opening his mouth to her and joining her tongue in a dance of seduction.
The kiss was fevered, as if they had both waited years for the opportunity to devour each other; it was passionate and breath-taking but it wasn't enough, she wanted more, she wanted it harder; what she wanted was to feel his mouth slam against hers, she wanted him to be so overcome with desire that he lost all control, so much so that he couldn't help himself. She wanted to ravished, claimed, taken.
His lips felt amazing, hot and insistent, commanding but not overpowering, letting her set the pace but the pace was driving her crazy. His hand moved from her hair and down her back, tantalisingly slowly and rested on her other hip as he slowed the kiss, pulling back slightly to allow them to breath; 'Enough' she thought, as the need to move on to more became just shy of unbearable. She rolled her hips against him and seeming to catch on to her need quickly, he moved his hands to her rear, squeezed the light curve of her supple cheeks lightly; she couldn't hold back a second longer, she needed him. Now!
She whimpered with increasing desire at the friction his squeeze caused, which brought her into much closer contact with his mouth-wateringly hardened groin. Her kiss travelled, to the corner of his mouth, across to his cheek, down to his jaw; all the while pressing herself against his steely erection, rolling her hips to hear his intake of breath and the surprised curses of 'Fuck, Granger'; each time he cursed, she moved her mouth further on its quest, aiming all the while for just below his right ear.
She kissed and nipped and licked until his breathing had accelerated to panting and his grip on her bum tightened.
"Mmmmmm," she allowed him to hear her pleasure at the increased pressure of his hands, and added in a breathy, lustful voice: "I'm not going to break, Draco. Take me."
Giving voice to her desire, admitting her lust, her need, finally allowed the magic she had unintentionally released to reach its full potential. The urgency of what she craved devastated the walls, the barriers of her mind, allowing full access to the unsuspecting mind of a certain blond Slytherin.
~DRAMIONE~
At Grimmauld Place, Harry led Draco into the library and summoned three books, wordlessly, which landed softly on the table near the doorway. He took his seat and looked at the other man.
"Well, sit down. We don't have long to get a handle on these spells."
Draco took a seat and picked up the top book: Astral Projection, Bi-location and Outer-Body Experiences. Eyebrow raised, questioningly, he returned his gaze to The Boy Who Lived (Twice).
"Ok. So here's my idea." Harry took a breath, hoping Hermione wouldn't kill him for this. "On Hermione's mantelpiece, there's a photograph from our Hogwarts graduation. Remember the one from the Prophet?"
Draco nodded.
"Well, I found this book about a week after the Battle of Hogwarts; technically, 'Mione found it for me when I told her what had happened when Riddle supposedly 'killed me'. That girl and books; she's like a walking library."
They both laughed.
"How does this relate to us getting into her flat?" Draco couldn't fathom the correlation.
"Well, the book says you can project your consciousness into a magical image of yourself… like the one on 'Mione's mantelpiece. It's similar to how the Headmaster portraits work in Minerva's office at Hogwarts… except we're still alive. We stay here, but our magic carries our consciousness to that portrait on her fire and we can watch from the photograph."
Intently discussing their slightly underhanded scheme, the magic of their quarry had reached i's quarry unnoticed and as the wisps of purple energy curled around Draco, Harry continued.
"The wards won't recognize a 'break-in' as such because technically nobody has attempted to pass the wards. It's only our…" Harry stopped when Draco's eyes glazed over. "Oi! Are you listening to me?"
No answer.
Draco's eyes were open, fixed and glassy. Harry waved his hand in front his companions face. No movement. "Hey!" Harry's voice rose, both irritated at Draco's lack of focus and apprehensive that something had actually happened to him. "Earth to Malfoy… come in, Malfoy."
With still no response, Harry's warring feelings ceased, and worry won.
He first went for muggle health checks: breathing, check; pulse, check. He breathed a sigh of relief; at least the ferret was alive. Maybe I can piss him off enough to come round…
"Hey, ferret. You know, I could beat you to a snitch blindfolded with my hands tied behind my back, right?" If he can hear me, that'll bring him out of anything.
Still nothing.
Shit. He's catatonic.
"Accio healer diagnostic spell book"
~DRAMIONE~
"The wards won't…" Potter's voice somehow stopped. His lips are still moving.
Hey! Where did he go? Where am I?
Potter! Draco attempted to say, but his mouth seemed to not be in his control as sudden green flames surrounded him… a floo?
He stepped forward – mentally, although he didn't know that yet – and surveyed his surroundings.
A cosy living room, a huge corner sofa with a woman on lay upon it, emerging from sleep. Hermione?
He thought of what Harry had just said about the photograph on her mantelpiece and spun back to the fireplace he had just exited and took in the photographs that littered the oak wood shelf of the mantle. There were four in total: a still image of a couple around thirty with a pre-adolescent Hermione Granger, maybe about nine years old, in front of a Christmas tree; an image of about fifteen teenagers, including Hermione, Potter and Weasley, but it was hard to make them out, obscured as they were by the many silvery wisps of patroni. The third image was just the 'Golden Trio' as they had been so aptly named, by the looks of it, it had been taken just before Potter entered the maze for the Tri-Wizard tournament in fourth year; Draco saw himself in the background of that image, but he was too far back to see what he was actually doing. Not that it mattered, he remembered. That was the first time I checked out Granger's arse.
The last image was the one Harry had mentioned; the Graduation Assembly. All forty-one students of that year, those who were naturally in seventh year and those who had returned to repeat seventh year due to the Death Eater teachers that had invaded the faculty the year before, or those who had been on the run.
Draco smiled as he found Hermione in picture; Gryffindor red robe for top of the class, everyone else in black; endless curls exploding from under her matching graduation cap with gold tassel. He saw himself directly behind her in the image, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply: old books and vanilla, he thought.
"Draco? What are you doing here?" her voice was adorably raspy with sleep.
His own voice was answering her, he could hear it. But he definitely hadn't answered her; he didn't even know how he was there.
"I couldn't stay away, Granger. I haven't thought about anything but you since I saw you earlier; longer than that really, much longer. I was called here like you are the siren of my heart. Hermione, I… I need you!"
Well, damn. That was direct; almost a Gryffindor declaration. Wait! What?
His mental deliberations halted in an instant as he felt himself move closer to the sleep mussed witch of his dreams. Dreams, hmmm! There's something in that. A brief hesitation on his part, 'as if'; and then…
Heaven! I've died and gone to the giant Hogwarts in the sky. That has to be it; because she was kissing him, insistently, like a woman possessed. Her tongue felt every curve, hollow and recess of his mouth, exploring and savouring at the same time as her lips moved against his and her hands held him close.
He felt her in his hands, the curve of her hip as his own hand snaked around her back; the mountain of curls grasped in his fist that urged their faces, their mouths to never break contact. He felt delirious; heady with desire, craving more; but he wasn't in control of his body. He never imagined she could be this wanton, not for him; the Gryffindor Princess hot for the Slytherin Prince; who'd have guessed?
Finally! His hands were moving somewhere more to his taste; Draco was a bum-man, all the way and Granger had one hell of an arse. He felt himself squeeze her delightfully pert backside and his cock twitched. This is gonna be hot, even if I am only along for the ride!
Damn Granger… her mouth was moving, deliciously slowly across his face, cheek, jaw, neck; she was rolling her hips, grinding against him… 'Fuck, Granger', he thought; surprised when it actually came from his mouth too, in a gasp. He wanted to squeeze her arse tighter, he tried and felt her soft flesh contort under his fingers and then he heard her…
"Mmmmmm", she moaned. Her voice breathless and full of wanting, she added…
"I'm not going to break, Draco. Take me."
At the sound of her wanton demand, Draco felt inextricable power wash over him; magic he had never felt before. It crackled with sensual potency, flooding his mind with intoxicating awareness; Hermione was dreaming, of him. Somehow, her voice had broken a ward, or a seal or something and had granted him access to act on her desires, on his desires. Well then, what magic wants, magic gets!
Hermione was lost in the moment of her deepest fantasies; her mind relishing the feel of his him beneath her fingers, her lips; his arousal was hot and hard against her and it seemed that finally, neither of them was holding back.
His hands moved to the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head; being a dream, he attempted to exercise some control over it as he turned back to stare at her. His mouth dropped open to realize it had worked… she was braless. He dived for her breast, practically drooling for the pebbled pink tip of the luscious, creamy mound. He licked, he sucked, he nibbled; she through her head back and groaned.
His mouth felt exquisite, she had never felt so much heat burning through her in her life, and when he switched to her left side, his fingertips tracing delicately over her side, caressing her collarbone and dropping slowly to deftly roll her right nipple, "Oh, Gods! Draco!"
Seemingly hearing his name was his breaking point; he pulled back, waved his wand and their clothes vanished in an instant. Naked, breathless, they stared at each other, both unhindered by modesty, regaining their breath, taking each other in.
Now, she urged him mentally. Fuck me, now.
"I've wanted this for so long. You're my dream, Granger."
"I don't need your sweet words right now, Draco. I just need you… your hands, your mouth, your cock. Fuck me, Malfoy!"
Malfoy looked stunned. Given their situation, that surprised her but she knew what would snap him out of it. She let her gaze travel over him once more, her eyes lingering at his impressive erection, and slowly walked toward him. She stopped, directly in front of him, grinned and dropped to her knees.
His eyes seemed to widen further as her confident hand wrapped around the base of his shaft firmly, angling him for her ease before running her tongue from base to tip, along the underside of his steely hardness. She heard his deep intake of breath as his head fell back and the smirk that formed on her lips, she knew he'd have been proud of.
'Got you now, Slytherin' she thought as her tongue circled his bulbous leaking head, dipping into the weeping slit to enjoy the taste of his arousal. She pumped her hand along his heated length, her other hand joining in the fun to massage his sac while she slowly opened her mouth to envelop him within, sucking lightly at first while her tongue flattened and flexed where his twitching shaft met it's domed end.
She played for several minutes, alternating her hands between pumping up and down as she focused her mouth and tongue around the pulsing, deliciously leaking head, and taking him deeply into her mouth to push at her throat while her hands caressed his hips, his thighs, his balls.
Draco was panting; savouring every sensation her ministrations were evoking; barely hanging on to his own release. He knew she'd started to knock him out of his stupor at her sexy demand but she seemed completely lost in her task, enjoying herself thoroughly.
And she was. She knew he was reacting with moans, groans, hitched breaths and curses but they were lost on her; she was thoroughly delighting in his flavour and feel beneath her tongue but then…
"Gods, witch. I can't hold on much longer." He ground out, at the end of his restraint.
She released him slowly, with a 'pop' and kissed her way back up his body… grabbing his gorgeous tight bum to steady herself, and just for the hell of it… her lips moved languidly along his hip bones, up his treasure trail (how novel), licking the defined creases of his impressively chiselled abs, remembering the deliciousness of his slightly salted, sweat-laden skin before standing slightly with a squeeze to his bum reminiscent of his to hers earlier. She licked at his left nipple, hearing him gasp – she loved that sound – before pulling back and snapping a mock bite just short of making contact. He flinched, minutely and she repeated her actions on the other side… he flinched on that side too and she smirked.
She complete her trail of kisses over his shoulder and back up his neck, enjoying his shiver before settling back under his ear and licking along the outer curve. "Take me to bed, Draco." She whispered and she relished his unmistakable shudder.
"Take me to bed, Draco" she whispered into his ear.
He really couldn't help shuddering. Her words sent a fresh wave of fire through his entire body and his cock, already painfully hard, seemed to tighten even more with enhanced engorgement.
Draco had been shocked by her declaration of wanting his hands, his mouth, his cock, her wanting him to just fuck her already. He'd been stunning into silence, into stillness by her demand; and he'd been completely floored when she knelt in front of him and then that mouth. The little lioness knew how to give good head… Merlin, he'd never felt so worshipped and he wanted to return the favour…
He leaned in to claim her mouth once more; that sinfully wicked mouth and lifted her from the ground to wrap her legs around him. He hands braced on his shoulders and he felt her fingertips softly stroking the back of his neck; his back stiffened at the sensation and he shivered a little, his cock twitching at the added turn on.
The twitch felt his weeping cock, brush against her soft, wet folds; fuck she was so wet. He needed to taste her.
Never breaking contact with her lips, deepening the kiss as they went, he strode to her bedroom; being inside her head must have provided him the knowledge of which direction to take and gently placed her on the bed.
She looked a little put out; maybe he should have thrown her on the bed. Does my little witch like it rough? Hmmm!
He lowered himself to his knees at the end of the bed and reached for her hips, pulling her bum to the edge; her glistening, dripping, sweet, pink folds were before him; he licked his lips, holding onto his own anticipation. He took a deep breath, inhaling her sweet scent of arousal and released it softly from his lungs directly onto her clenching sex. She wriggled and bucked at the feeling and then, to his sheer, unadulterated delight, she begged him.
"Draco… please…" she whimpered. "Please…" she breathed, all her desperation tied up in that one word.
As much as he enjoyed her pleading, he couldn't wait anymore himself and he lifted her legs one at a time, to hook her knees over his shoulders, set his left hand at her hip, stroking up and down her side as he descended.
His tongue ran a single ceremonial lick from her dripping entrance to the tip of his slit; slowing at her pulsing bundle of nerves to circle once before continuing up. She jerked in response, her thighs instinctively tightening around his head; he loved it. She was delicious; decadent; moreish and he lapped at her altar as his thumb played at her final nerves… she was so close, he could hear her gasping, crying his name, begging above him, but he was lost in the flavour of her. It wasn't until he heard her declare her impending orgasm that he pulled his devilish tongue away and stood.
She hadn't quite noticed he'd moved yet, her head thrown back, eyes closed tight, panting. Good. He grabbed her legs by the ankles and wrapped them around his hips, lined himself up and slammed into her with every ounce of mental force he possessed. She gasped at the sudden intrusion as he reached balls-deep status.
"Oh, Draco. You're amazing." She breathed. He smirked.
He retreated almost completely before slamming into her a second time and feeling her inner walls lock onto him with vice like strength. "Damn, you're tight."
"Make me come, Malfoy" she challenged. He knew it was a challenge with her change in his name, and he accepted with pleasure.
"Your wish is my demand, Granger." He gifted as he let go of restraint and slammed into her with abandon, knowing as it was dream, he wasn't going to leave her sore.
It took what felt like seconds before he felt the tell-tale fluttering of her walls as her body went completely rigid and again – but this time unbidden – she clamped onto his cock, squeezing him so tightly, his eyes crossed with the force of his restraint to hold on, but the scream of pleasure that came from her, his name echoing in both their minds was his undoing and her release milked his own from him.
Hermione woke from her slumber with a start. Wow.
She looked down to find herself in her bedroom, naked; she was laying on her back, her bum at the base of the bed, her knees bent down and her feet on the floor; her whole body moist with sweat and a pleasant soreness between her legs. What on earth was that?
Draco blinked rapidly before opening his eyes.
His mouth gaped open. He was staring into the faces of Potter, his little Weaslette wife and, his mother?
"Potter, what happened?" he asked, incredulously. "And why, is my mother here?"
"You were in a trance, mate. Completely catatonic. I couldn't pull you out of it. I panicked. Wasn't sure if you had some random condition or something. Had to call your mother to make sure it wasn't something life threatening."
"Oh." He said simply. "How long was out?" he asked. Wondering how real the whole thing had been in his head.
"About an hour, according to Harry." Weaslette piped up.
"We were just about to take you to St Mungo's, darling." His mother's soft melodious voice confirmed.
"I'm fine. My mind just got transported somewhere else." He tried to say evasively.
"Where?" Potter asked unable to beat down his curiosity.
Shit. Erm…
"You don't want to know. Listen, thanks for the concern and everything" he said to the room at large, "but Harry and I were planning a bit of a 5-a-side Quidditch game for next weekend and as we seem to have lost an hour, we could do with getting back to it." Draco was good at thinking on his feet.
"Ooooo, I'll play. It'll be fun to thrash you Malfoy. Ameteur." She gave him a teasing grin and he laughed.
"What about you mother? I know you weren't the sportiest of the Black sisters' but-"
"I don't think so, sweetheart but maybe ask your father. He hasn't played since his Hogwarts days."
"I'll think about it." He said with an eye roll. "Well, I'll see you for dinner tomorrow, mother."
Harry walked Narcissa Malfoy to the floo and she gave him a peck on each cheek, thanking him for contacting her; always with the etiquette, Harry thought.
When he returned to the kitchen, Ginny excused herself too, to ready herself for going to Hermione's.
Once they were alone again, Draco cut off the questions before they could start…
"Seriously, Potter. You really do not want to know. Back to infiltration plans?"
Harry pulled a frustrated face but nodded. "Right."