Plot:

*** Note that this is a slight rework of an old one-shot of mine that I have taken down from the site to put here.

Draco Malfoy has been fascinated by Hermione Granger since he saw a torrid encounter between her and another wizard in the Hogwarts library years prior. Drunk, and at a wedding, he decides it's the perfect time to approach the sexy witch.

Notes: Hi Guys, I decided to remove some of my old one shots and either abandon them or incorporate them into this one document. This means you may have already read this one. I have a few more I will do this with over time. I wrote it ages ago (when I first was trying out writing fanfics) and I have re-twisted and polished it a bit so you may still get a kick from giving it another read. I originally published this on April 9, 2017 under the title 'Fixation'.

Disclaimer:

M for VERY adult themes. This one is very smutty. I don't own HP or profit from these works.


An Accidental Discovery


"Harry, we can't do this anymore," pleaded Hermione.

"I know, but I need this…just once more," he pushed.

"We're best friends Harry, the three of us, we only did the physical stuff to get us through that hellish time. In the middle of nowhere, the misery…" she trailed of as Potter nuzzled her neck.

Draco Malfoy had stumbled upon them quite by accident in a hidden pocket of the library late at night. He knew he shouldn't be watching, but who wouldn't be curious about the habits of the Golden Trio? After all, they took down Voldemort, a man Malfoy was raised to believe to be Godlike.

"I know, I know," said Harry, "But, I've lost so much and now Ginny is gone… I just need… I need to not think anymore, if only for a little while," he finished.

Hermione was sitting on his lap staring at him intensely. Even from where he stood behind the dusty book shelf Malfoy could sense the misery hanging in the air.

She exhaled. "Okay… but NO kissing," she finally conceded. She stood, slid her underwear down and removed them from below her robes and straddled him slowly.

Draco could see that she didn't want to do it. This was a sacrifice for her.

Hermione looked at Harry sadly before she sank onto him and began moving up and down.

He knew he shouldn't watch. He didn't find the act of voyeurism to be immoral or perverted in itself – but without their consent, what he was doing felt very wrong. Yet, as if glued to the spot he stayed to watch them.

True to his word, Potter did not try to meet her lips with his. Instead he trailed kisses to her neck, which she threw back to give him better access. Her soft moans floated through the air melodically.

Malfoy felt his member stiffen, and again, he considered leaving. He knew he shouldn't be there, but he couldn't tear himself away.

He didn't see much because Hermione left her Hogwarts robes on, but from where he stood he could see her milky white breasts bounce after Potter ripped the top of the robe open and pulled them from her bra.

Malfoy's breath quickened as he watched the raven-haired wizard suckle on them as he pumped into her. She was running her fingers through his hair frantically as their pace quickened.

Merlin, Potter was giving it to her good and proper. Malfoy decided instantly that he respected him more.

'I... I, can't keep quiet," she panted, "I'm gonna… cu…" she trailed off, the ecstasy of orgasm written into her voice. Potter's hand flew up to cover her mouth as he continued to slam into her.

He could hear her muffled cries from behind Potter's hand as she reached her climax. Draco had to pull at his collar. Merlin, am I really getting off on watching Scar Head and the know-it-all? He thought.

Draco decided to sneak back to his common room before they finished, lest he get caught spying on them. Merlin knows how that would have looked.


3 Years Later


Draco had often thought about that night over the years. Not in an obsessive or overly perverse way, it was more so that wondered if they were still sleeping together. He would also frequently find himself pondering about the dialogue between them that night.

"We only did the physical stuff to get us through that hellish time."

"I just need… I need to not think anymore, if only for a little while…"

"No kissing."

What was going on between them was clearly the result of some serious emotional damage they had from the war. He knew that she and the Weasel had a brief romance after the final battle and he wondered if he knew about Granger and Potter.

It seemed as though maybe he did given that this was happening between them when they were out hunting Horcruxes, if their dialogue that night was to be believed.

Since the war much had been published about the nature of their activities for the months they were missing. They went through a lot and were isolated for much of the time. He could understand why things might become physical – but damn, if she was sleeping with both of them at the same time it must have got complicated.

It was also hotter than anything he would have given Granger credit for at the time. Until that day in the library he had been living under the assumption that she was the resident school uptight prude.

The fact that she rode Potter in her school uniform, just to make him feel better, blew that illusion right out of the water. "No kissing," echoed through his mind again.

He concluded that what she meant by that was more like, no intimacy.

Draco would then come back to reality and question why the fuck he was still thinking about this. He had his own life. His own conquests.

The problem was that due to his work at the Ministry as an Auror, he had to see her all the time.

Every other day he was reminded of watching her heaving chest bounce as she rode Potter on that rickety library chair. It was frustrating as all hell and sometimes he wished he could un-see it.

Draco watched them closely to look for any evidence or sign that perhaps their affair, if you could call it that, had continued. He could find none.

In fact, Potter was getting married on Saturday to someone else and he could find no hint of jealousy or sadness in Granger at all.

The entire thing fascinated him. He couldn't really imagine having such a close friendship with someone, sleeping with them on more than one occasion, and then going back to a platonic relationship with no apparent issues.

Then again, he couldn't profess to know what they went through while up against The Dark Lord and his Death Eaters for all of those years. Not that his life had been rosy during that time either.

He had of course, thought about using the information against them. After all, it was in his nature to use any intelligence he possessed to his advantage.

But sadly, he did feel he owed them. They had saved his life in the room of requirement and then testified for himself and his mother in their trials regarding their defection from The Dark Lord.

His mother having lied to Voldemort to get Potter back into the Hogwarts grounds had helped a lot. Draco's refusal to kill the headmaster helped too.

Thus, having grown some semblance of a conscience, he decided to leave it in the past – as they seemed to.

Still, he couldn't help but be curious about Granger. As an Auror, she was fierce. She had one of the highest success rates in the department and never flinched in the face of danger. She never dated and he never saw her with any men.

He wondered how the beautiful creature from the library that night could possibly not have a man in her life and concluded that perhaps she did, but kept it secret, much like her dalliance with Potter (and Weasley to a lesser extent). Though he was not sure why that would be.


The Wedding


Malfoy sat alone in the corner drinking fire whiskey. He had been invited to the wedding because he was a fellow Auror and he couldn't say no for much the same reason.

So here he was, watching Weasley sucking face with Lavender Brown on the dance floor. What a woeful way to spend a Saturday.

As far as Potter was concerned, he seemed to be very much in love as he danced with Luna Lovegood, correction, Luna Potter, who appeared to be substantially less loony these days – but still maintained a dreamy faraway look at all times.

He had been sizing up various bridesmaids to hit on when he noticed that Granger seemed to be doing the same thing on the other side of the room. She too was staring into an overfull glass of fire whiskey and making eyes at the Groomsmen.

Again, his mind drifted back to her moans in the library…Potters hand covering her mouth. Merlin. He felt a tightening in his pants. Good thing I'm wearing robes, he thought.

Since he was rather intoxicated, he decided to approach her, something he had never really done, or considered doing.

"Granger," he said calmly as he sat beside her at the bar.

"Malfoy," she replied.

"Is this strange for you?" he asked.

"Why would Harry's wedding be strange for me?" she said absentmindedly.

"On account of the fact you used to fuck," Malfoy said bluntly, his signature smirk plastered across his handsome face. He loved to stir her. Always had.

Hermione jumped. Now she was paying attention.

"What in the hell are you talking about? Seems to me like you read too much Witch Weekly," she snapped indignantly.

That's when Draco decided to go for the jugular. "I read no such trash Granger. I know because I saw it with my own eyes."

"You're bluffing," she retorted, her resolve clearly slipping.

"In the library, last year of Hogwarts. Potter had broken up with the she-weasel and he clearly needed some cheering up. You obliged right there, in your Hogwarts robes," he said, looking down on her.

"You watched that?" she asked incredulously.

"I had nothing better to do at the time Granger… that's the thing about doing it in public" he said casually, "you can be seen," he added in a seductive whisper.

He wasn't sure what reaction he was expecting, but he was shocked when she threw her fire whiskey into his crutch and stormed out. Several people noticed and laughed the scene unfold and laughed.

"Tried to hit on Granger and got shut down?" snorted Dean Thomas, who was dancing with Ginny Weasley nearby.

"Shut it Thomas!" he snapped as he stormed from the room to find the rude little bitch who had just ruined a very expensive pair of pants.


Draco rushed into the lobby of the muggle hotel in which Potter was having the wedding and noticed the train of her dress trailing behind her on the stairs as she hurried towards what he presumed was her room.

Not one to be publicly humiliated without at least a few cutting comebacks, he rain after her. She was putting the key in her door when he caught her.

"What the fuck was that Granger?" he asked, panting from running up the stairs.

"Payback for being a perverted asshole," she hit back.

"Fuck you," he snapped.

"You wish," she retorted coldly, taking a step into her room.

Outraged, Malfoy pushed past her and made straight for the mini bar.

"What in the hell are you doing Malfoy?" she asked angrily.

"Waiting for my pants to dry so the wizarding community doesn't think I have a bladder problem, given we're not supposed to use magic in this God awful muggle establishment. I am also having a drink and yelling at you for wasting perfectly good fire whiskey on your unreasonable assault of my trousers Granger, that about sum it up?" ranted Malfoy.

She threw her hands up in the air and growled, actually growled in frustration. "You are the most infuriating bastard Draco Malfoy!" she yelled. "So I've been told he said calmly," a handsome smile plastered on his face.

She flopped herself on the bed and stared at the ceiling angrily.

"So, Granger, you never answered my question. Is it strange to be at this wedding?" he probed.

"If I answer you, will you drop it forever after this?" she responded. Hermione knew she needed to give him something. He was like a dog with a bone, and wouldn't ever stop.

"How about this, you answer all of the questions I have between now and when my pants dry and I'll never bring it up again, deal?" asked Malfoy.

"Fine," she conceded after a short pause.

Deciding he was going to push boundaries today, he put his whiskey onto the bedside table and flopped down on the bed beside her. Draco felt that she was uncomfortable but was too stubborn to move.

"How long did you fuck Potter for?" he asked.

"Just while we were looking for the horcruxes and the one time you saw us in the library," she answered honestly.

"And Weasley?" asked Draco.

"While we were looking for horcruxes and briefly after the war," she answered, this time hesitantly.

"So, let me get this right, while you were out there in the woods looking for bits of the Dark Lord's soul… you were riding Potter AND Weasley?" he asked bluntly.

"You are so crass," she hissed, turning her head to glare at him.

"You're the one who was banging two guys in a tent all across the English countryside," he replied.

"I loathe you," she snapped.

"Feeling is mutual," he responded evenly.


There was silence for a few more minutes before she broke it.

"You don't know what it was like out there Draco. Harry had a Horcrux inside of him. Ron and I had to alternate between wearing one around our necks. It was so dark, so miserable. We just needed something to take our mind off things. To make it all go away for a while..." she spluttered, 'I don't know why I am justifying myself to you…but there it is."

"A truly depressing little picture you painted for me there, Granger. Though you're assuming I am judging you for it. If anything, I am impressed. You're a dirty little witch, and not because of your blood either, by the way," he said, turning to face her.

Hermione turned onto her side to face him also. Draco noted that from this angle, her breasts, which he only ever got to admire in Potters hands, were plump and spilling out of the top of her silk gown.

"You're not judging me?" she asked cautiously.

"We all did things in that war we're not proud of. Sexual deviance was the least of our problems Granger, you should be smart enough to know that," he replied, looking her directly in the eye.

"I think that's the nicest you've ever been to me Malfoy," she responded, refusing to break eye contact with the handsome blonde wizard.

"Yeah well, you look great in that dress, so I'm feeling inclined to be generous," he said.

"Are you pants dry yet?" she asked, clearing her throat. It felt like the temperature in the room had increased several degrees.

"Not yet," he replied.

"Okay then, did you like watching Harry and I?" she asked him, her eyes were wide and curious.

"Kind of, I mean, it was hot, if not a little sad… also I felt like a pervert and a creep," replied Malfoy honestly. She laughed at that. He was encouraged by this so continued. "You, I liked watching you," he said decisively.

"You are a pervert and a creep," she said as she shifted towards him. Oh Merlin, was this actually going to happen?

"What would you have done differently?" she asked seductively.

"I would have taken you somewhere I didn't have to cover your mouth so I could have heard more of those hypnotic moans of yours Granger," said Malfoy huskily. She had closed most of the gap between them now and was looking at him like he was something edible and delicious.

"Anything else?" she whispered. He felt a shudder vibrate through his entire body causing him to gulp loudly.

"I wouldn't have agreed to your no kissing rule," he said quickly.

Before he could react, she sat up and moved to straddle him. Draco marvelled at how good she looked on him.

Her silky gown was bunched around her hips, and her toned tanned legs were either side of him. Her breasts were still straining against the flimsy fabric of her lavender dress and her nipples were clearly hardened against the material.

He was instantly aroused and he knew by the smirk on her face that she could feel his hard length below her.

"Kissing would have been too intimate between two friends who were just fulfilling a need," she said thoughtfully, running her hands over Draco's firm chest.

"Good news Granger, we're not friends," he said, reaching up to pull her down to him.

Her lips hovered above his for only a moment before crashing down to meet them. The kiss was heated and passionate, their tongues frantically trying to establish dominance before setting into an erotic rhythm as their bodies ground together to the beat.

Suddenly, he pushed her off him and stood, towering over her petite body on the bed. "I've been thinking about doing this since I saw you and Potter that night," he confessed as he scooped her up and carried her to the arm chair in the room. He set her on the ground and sat down.

Clearly understanding what he was saying, she straddled him like she did Harry in the library and pressed her swollen lips to his once more. He let his hands wander up and down her thighs, onto her hips and up to her breasts, which he massaged enthusiastically. She was wearing no bra and they felt delightful in his hands.

He pulled at the strap of her halter neck dress, causing the top to fall down to her middle and reveal her naked chest. He broke the kiss for a moment to enjoy looking at her beautiful form, now naked except for the dress bunched around her midriff.

"Yes…so good," he mumbled as he began to kiss her neck, running his tongue up and down and nibbling at her ear lobe. To his delight she made the same sweet moans she had for Potter in the library years ago.

He dropped his head so he could take one of her hard, rosy pink nipples into his mouth, circling his tongue and suckling on her. He felt her arch her back and press her chest into him more. He repeated the process on the other breast before dragging himself away to instruct her to remove her panties.

She started to remove the dress but he caught her wrist. "Not the dress," he growled, "I want to fuck you in that dress."

Surprisingly, she did what she was told and removed the panties and left the dress. She then dropped to her knees and crawled up to him, placing her hands on each of his thighs.

He thought he might explode when she submitted to him like that, staying on her knees before him to remove his belt and pull his pants down, letting his erection spring free. He was so hard for her.

She smiled fiendishly as she leaned forward and took him into her mouth.

Draco threw his head back and let out a grunt as he felt her take his entire length in her mouth and begin sucking. Hermione removed his length from her warm wet mouth only to run her tongue up and down his shaft. As she sucked him, she made circular movements with her tongue all around him, which was slowly driving him crazy. He used his hips to thrust himself deeper into her mouth.

"Fuck, Hermione..." he breathed, pulling her up by the hair. He didn't want to explode into her mouth this time. No, he wanted her to ride him. He had fantasized about himself in Potter's place for years, and now he was going to have her, just like that.

Instinctively, she knew what to do next and straddled him once more. This time lining herself up with his rock-hard staff and crashing down onto him. She started slow, her movements were deliberate and torturous, taking all of him and then removing him almost entirely.

She felt heavenly but he was impatient, he wanted to fuck her hard like Potter had – at this point he needed to.

He put his hand on the back of her head and pulled her into a deep kiss as he started to thrust up into her aggressively. She responded by increasing her pace and the ferocity with which she impaled herself onto him.

Draco reached down and massaged her bud with his thumb to increase her pleasure as she took him hard and fast, just like he had always wanted. He covered her neck in kisses and massaged her chest with his free hand. She looked like a goddess as she took him closer and closer to what he was sure was going to be the most intense orgasm of his life.

He felt her pussy clench and vibrate around him as her own release built. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her lips back to his so he could kiss her while she came. He felt her moaning into his mouth as he relentlessly raised his hips to meet her, plunging his large member as deep into her core as possible. She took all of him into her dripping wet womanhood as she moaned with what sounded to him like complete pleasure and abandon.

Malfoy pulled her closer so they were chest to chest as he felt his own bliss building. By the time he exploded inside her she was moaning loudly, and, much to his delight, saying his name over and over again. Not Malfoy, but Draco.


They stayed there, in the chair, for quite some time, kissing gently and exploring each other with their hands. He brushed her hair behind her ears and kissed her jaw, her neck, and her collar bones. He wanted to kiss every part of her at some point. He could have done it forever.

Eventually, the kiss broke and she told him she needed to have a shower and clean up before going back to the reception. She was one of Harry's best friends so she could not simply disappear, and they had already been gone too long.

"How about you let me shower with you?" he asked, trying not to sound like a desperate lovesick puppy.

"I thought, given your record with women, you would be out of here by now Malfoy," she said seriously. He wanted to be offended, but she did have a point.

'Well Granger, you're not just any woman, now are you? So how about that shower?… I rather fancy cleaning myself up as well," he responded.

She walked back towards him, her dress now completely discarded and took him by the hand, leading him into the bathroom. She removed his shirt which had somehow managed to stay on during their frenzied romp and pushed his hair from his eyes before planting a sweet kiss on his chin.

In the shower he made sure to cover her in body wash before pushing her against the wall and sliding his fingers into her wet heat from behind. She moaned as he added more digits and began to pump into her roughly, keeping in with the theme of their frenzied lovemaking.

He pressed himself behind her so she could feel his breath in her ear. "How long have you wanted me to do this to you?" he whispered.

"Since I saw you watching me and Harry in the library three years ago…" she said breathily.

He stopped for a moment, stunned that she had known all along. She had let him watch her. When she came with Potter's hand over her mouth – she bloody knew he was there.

"You threw a fucking drink on me Granger!" he exclaimed loudly. Her response was to giggle.

"I'm rather a good actress Malfoy, it got you up here didn't it?" she said sweetly as pressed her body into his.

"From now on, I'll be the only one fucking you and I'll be the only one watching you, got it? Now take your punishment like a good girl" he growled before slapping her soapy behind and moving to slam his throbbing staff into her.

"Yes," she moaned, taking all of him greedily for the second time that day.


Who doesn't love a bit of mindless Dramione smut? Right?

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