This was written for the Smut Club in the Facebook group, The Dark Mark, so this is pure smut and unbeta'd. My prompts were:

—Room/setting: Forbidden Forest

—Person: Draco Malfoy

—Word: Flamingo

—Object: Hagrid's Umbrella

I was also not allowed to use the following words: inserts, father, daddy, butt.


Forbidden Forest Rendezvous

Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger


Hermione waved at Hagrid as she made her way down past his cabin and into the forbidden forest. He waved back, his large, pink umbrella in his hand. She walked quickly, not wanting to be roped into another 'experiment' of his with magical creatures. She loved Hagrid — she really did, but he just didn't seem to understand danger. Hermione let Hagrid and his fascination with dangerous creatures flit out of her mind as she entered the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

She pulled the note she had received from Draco out her pocket just to be sure she was on time and in the right place. Squinting, she looked around attempting to see through the darkness the trees created. Draco was no where to be seen.

While she knew he wouldn't tell her to meet him and then not show up, she transfigured a nearby branch into a blanket. She laughed as she sat down, realizing she had replicated a blanket she had as a child with pink flamingo's and palm trees. Hermione only sat for a few moments before Draco appeared.

"I was worried you weren't going to show up for a moment," Hermione admitted. Draco laid down on the blanket next to her, propping his head up with his hands.

He smiled at her. "Never."

"Why did you want to meet here of all places?" Hermione asked, looking around the darkening forest.

Draco sat up and copied her sitting position, crossing his legs. "Thought we might want somewhere private."

"And you wanted some alone time in the dark forest where any magical creature or Hagrid could pop up at any moment?" She shook her head in exasperation.

"Hey, work with me here witch. I am not ready to step back into the Room of Requirement and this is the next best thing. Besides, I cast some privacy spells so we wouldn't be disturbed."

"Look at you," Hermione giggled. "Using those brains of yours." She leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips. As she tried to pull away, he wrapped a hand around the back of her neck to keep her in place. Without pulling away from Hermione, Draco got up and his knees and maneuvered her to the ground where he held himself up above her. Finally coming up for air, Draco replied to her earlier comment.

"I am second in our year after all," he said, smirking. She slapped him playfully on the shoulder before pulling him down again for another kiss. Draco wasn't one to complain that she would rather snog than talk; most of the time it was the other way around.

Deepening the kiss, their tongues twirled together tasting each other.

"Take this off, please," Hermione gasped, grabbing his tie and the front of his white button down. Draco peeled her fingers off of him. "Not yet, little witch." Before Hermione could respond, Draco dipped down and disappeared underneath her skirt. She gasped as she felt his hot breath through her soaking wet knickers.

"More, please Draco," Hermione whimpered. He smirked and pushed her knickers to the side, latching his mouth onto her clit and slowing pushing two fingers into her cunt. He didn't have to do much as she was fucking herself on his fingers; chasing her orgasm.

When he felt her clenching around his fingers, he abruptly stopped wanting her to come on his cock instead. She whimpered at the loss and Draco smirked, seeing she was reaching down to play with herself. He smacked her hand away. "You'll come when I say so witch." She whimpered again and started begging.

"Please, Draco. I need you…I need —" Hermione trailed off as he unzipped his trousers and wasted no time in guiding his cock in between her thighs. She arched her back to better accept him, encouraging him to fully sheath himself inside her. His agile fingers continued to fondle her clit as he slowly pumped in and out.

"Fuck, witch. You are so tight," he grunted, through clenched teeth.

"Faster," Hermione demanded, lifting her hips attempting to gain friction. He gave her what she asked for and pulled completely out before slamming back into her. She screamed in pleasure as his eyes slid shut in ecstasy. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist and matched his rhythm, their ragged breathing the only sound besides the owls in the forest.

"Come for me love," Draco panted, his fingers gently rubbing her nub. She complied and screamed as her insides pulsed around his cock. Two thrusts later, Draco emptied himself into her, yelling Hermione's name.

Draco laid on top of Hermione, unmoving for several moments, Hermione stroking the sweat soaked hair at the back of his neck. His cock had softened and fallen out before he moved, cuddling up next to her.

"We should go back up to the castle," Hermione said, her voice still quavering with the after effects of what they had just done.

Draco nodded, but didn't move and closed his eyes. Hermione grasped his hand and laid her head on his shoulder, content to stay for a little while.