AN: Lemony content in the first and last sections, if this will be an issue, skip!
Draco
Her eyes were hooded as she knelt down in front of him. She was nude and his mouth water at the site of her bare breasts, her full hips, and her plump rear. She leaned forward and took his cock in her mouth, letting it slide into her mouth and down her throat. The warm heat was all encompassing, dizzyingly pleasurable. She bopped her head, stroking her tongue over his head. He gasped, and his hips bucked forward but she didn't gag, she didn't even flinch, she just took it, beautifully. He groaned and he felt his lower abdomen clench as he came down her throat in a rush. He groaned and his eyes flew open. The was sun on his face and there was a pool of spunk on his stomach. Fucking awesome.
…
Draco's morning fucking sucked, but there was a light to this day. He hadn't had to sit next to Astoria at dinner the night before, and as such his crotch remained totally soup free, and word was that the girl had come down with the flu and wasn't going to leave her room for at least a couple days.
Unfortunately, that also meant that Hermione was spending all of her time tending to her charge. And not her lover. That was just plain old unacceptable. He should be tended to. He had needs. Needs that hadn't been met in way too long. Longer than since before he started having sex. He wouldn't lie the temptation was there, to just convince one of the girls he has slept with months ago for another round. It wouldn't even be hard. Three minutes of chatting, five at the most. The only problem was that the thought of actually doing it made his stomach turn. He didn't want them. For the first time in his life he wanted someone in particular and he couldn't have them. At least not the way his dick wanted. Hermione was a virgin, that much he already knew. He couldn't rush her, it wouldn't be right, plus he doubted trying would even work. Not that he would, because he was a decent person now, and yeah, she deserve that, and wow, was he really thinking that? This was new, and weird.
The point was, he had far too much time on his hands. So he started doing weird things, like people watching and drawing.
He hadn't sat down and sketched in months, hadn't had the time, or the inspiration, but since his energy wasn't being put to good use elsewhere, why not? He took his sketch pad out from the bottom of his underwear drawer. His father had never approved of his art, had torn up the drawing Draco had given his father when he was only five years old. He opened his desk drawer and fumbled around until he found the stick of charcoal at the very back. He kicked open the door to the outside ad meandered through the hedges until he finally got to the pool. The rock ledge was hard underneath him as he let his legs dangle over the ledge. He warmed up with the waterfall, an image he had drawn so many times that he could probably sketch it from memory, right down to the rock that jutted out a little farther halfway down. He smudged the lines, trying to get the shading and the way that the early morning light caught the water just right. He got bored easily, and found himself sketching a woman's shoulder, with the lightest suggestion of her damp slip, dangling off. He drew the freckle that rested just above her collarbone. Soon he found himself sketching her face, struggling to get the eyes just right. It was always the eyes. He could manage her cupid's bow mouth and perky little nose just fine but he couldn't manage the mischievous, all knowing glint in her eyes. He huffed in frustration and flipped the paper over, focusing on the curve of her neck and how the curls of her hair fell over it.
He was a ridiculous sap but hey, the pictures turned out pretty good. Maybe he'd show them to her someday, not right now, it was definitely too early to show her this, not that he had ever shown anyone his sketches, not even Pansy, and especially not Blaise. It was his private escape and he kind of wanted to keep it that way, at least for now.
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Hermione
Astoria had finally stopped vomiting at about noon. Before that, it had been frantic rushing to the chamber pot every fifteen minutes. Hermione spent her time dabbing her face with cool cloths, bringing her water, and keeping her hair out of her face. Poor Astoria was miserable and immediately collapsed into bed as soon as she could. Hermione called for a maid, who took away the pot as she flung open the shutters to get the air moving. Astoria groaned as Hermione pulled the blanket out from under her, tucking it around her to keep away the chills.
"Go." She breathed, a raspy, mumbling sound.
"Absolutely not." Hermione murmured, holding the water up to Astoria's lips. She sipped gently and tried again.
"Daphne needs a real chaperone, mother won't let Pansy actually fill in." Astoria reminded her, thinking of her sister even while sick as a dog.
"You need me more, Daph will be happy to get out of her date." Hermione reminded her gently. Astoria laughed.
"She needs them, they have to get along, one of us should end up happy." She groaned.
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked softly, surprised by the harsh words.
"Nothing, nothing, I suppose the fever's just getting to me. You should go. I don't want you to get sick too." Astoria sniffled and made shooing motions with her hands. "Besides your keeping me up, I can hear your worrying, it makes it difficult to sleep." Hermione rose slowly, tentatively moving towards the door.
"Only if you're sure." Hermione checked one last time. Astoria laughed.
"I am." She said stubbornly.
"If anything happens…" Hermione started to reassure her but was quickly cut off.
"I'll get a messenger if I need you." Astoria finished, smiling slightly, even though her skin was still pale.
"And…" Hermione tried to continue. "You'll come running." Astoria chuckled. "Now go, you'll be late."
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Daphne and Pansy were sharing a chair. The two had always been insufferable but they were now displaying a closeness that Hermione had only seen with the French. They were sitting beside each other in a large armchair that was clearly meant for just one person. Pansy's head was on Daphne's shoulder and Blaise seemed ready to burst when Hermione arrived.
"I apologize for my tardiness, I was tending to Astoria." Hermione announced, curtseying briefly before straightening and settling in at her usual seat. She could hear the flutter of each individual page as she opened her book and begun reading.
"So, Pans, when are you running away?" Blaise shatter the silence, his voice acerbic.
"Excuse me?" The beta snapped, sitting up straight and glaring the alpha down.
"You don't normally stay in one place so long, I'm just surprised." Blaise smirked, all false courtesy.
"Trying to get rid of me?" Pansy tilted her head, the challenge clear.
"I'm sure that's not what my fiancé intended to imply." Daphne broke in, resting her hand on top of Pansy's clenched fist.
"No, of course not." Blaise pacified, still smirking.
"Good, because I'm afraid you'll have to deal with me for quite a bit longer." Pansy announced, the suggest a threat if Hermione had ever head.
"Not too long." Blaise smirked, giving a pointed look towards Daphne's hand, where the engagement ring with the Zabini crest sat.
"Hermione, you're dismissed." Daphne snapped suddenly. Hermione jumped, surprised to be addressed directly.
"Excuse me?" She asked tentatively, she was definitely not allowed to leave.
"You know as well as I do that the idea of us needing a chaperone is a farce, if you'll give us some time?" Daphne asked, her tone softer and her eyes pleading.
"Of course. I'll just go pick out another book." Hermione offered nervously.
"I'll find you in a few once we resolve this." She nodded at Blaise and Pansy and Hermione didn't envy her attempts at mediating. It must suck if your fiancé didn't get along with your best friend.
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There was a hidden section of the Malfoy library. It was tucked in the back corner and entirely out of sight from passerby and anyone not explicitly looking for it. Or at least, that would usually be true. Hermione just happened to have the good fortune of stumbling upon it. She didn't catch the titles at first. What caught her eyes was the bright silver letter on the emerald spine. Then she noticed the title. "A Witch's Guide to Lovemaking." Her eyes widened as she paused and took the book off of the shelf. She… she could use this. She immediately started scanning the shelves, noticing titles like "Female Alpha hood: the Unnoticed Struggle," "Best Ways to Achieve O Space," and "How to Introduce Power Exchange to your Lover." She blinked dizzily as she pulled the latter two off the self. She had some reading to do, to say the least.
…
Hermione had completed the first two guides and had quickly moved onto "The Art of Submission." It was all so fascinating and occasionally highly erotic. She stored all of the information frantically, making note of anything that could be useful. She wanted to know everything; she wanted to be ready. Would Draco expect her to know all this? She didn't want to seem ignorant. She had never dealt well with not being versed on aa subject, there were few academic topics that she didn't have expertise in. How had she missed this one? She should take some books with her, study later. She didn't want to seem like a virginal little flower. She was one but she still didn't want to seem like it. She didn't like feeling stupid.
"What are you reading?" A teasing voice asked from behind her. She jumped about a mile and immediately gripped the book in front of her like, well, like a dirty novel.
"Noooothing." Hermione answered uneasily. She looked up to see Daphne peering over her. Hermione tried to hide the books but Daphne was too quick.
"'Lovemaking: A Syllabus'" Daphne read aloud. Hermione felt the color explode up her cheeks. "Hermione Granger, how naughty!" Daphne teased. Hermione cringed.
"It's not what it looks like." She asserted frantically, feeling herself turn into what she was sure was a frightful shade of red.
"Then what it is?" Daphne asked skeptically, very clearly not impressed. She cocked one thin eyebrow and smirked at her.
"They're for educational purposes?" She tried awkwardly.
"You're researching how to fuck?" Daphne asked, laughing at her humiliation. Hermione was never doing her another favor ever again.
"Daphne! Language!" Hermione snapped, hiding in chaperone mode with ease.
"Mione, you're reading about sex positions and O Space, you don't get to be a prude right now." Daphne pointed out, grinning.
"You can't tell anyone about this." Hermione ordered. Daphne rolled her eyes.
"Of course not, mother would insist on getting rid of the books and who am I to stand in the way of your education?" Daphne teased and winked as she sat down at the table. Hermione looked up at the dusty ceiling, beckoning whatever deity was around to end the torment now and just get it over with. "Now, do you have any questions? You can't really learn about sex from a book Mione, it's too.. Nuanced."
"How would you know?" Hermione snapped, not liking the superior tone Daphne was taking on.
"You'd be surprised what I know." Daphne said mischievously, eyebrow waggle and all. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"We both know that you're just as virginal as I am." Hermione huffed, not amused by Daphne's put upon superiority. The older girl just smirked.
"Only in the most traditional sense." She admitted, shrugging.
"Daphne!" Hermione gasped. If Daphne had been with a man, in any way, her virtue could be questioned, she could be thrown out on to the streets.
"Oh, step off of it Mione, I've never laid with a man." Daphne assured her, rolling her eyes as if it was obvious.
"Then what, exactly are you talking about?" Hermione demanded.
"A lady doesn't kiss and tell." Daphne answered coyly.
"Since when?" Hermione asked, laughing. Daphne had never been shy about the blokes that she had snogged in the past.
"Since it started to matter." Daphne said coolly, her eyes darkening as her words took on a more serious tone.
"And when was that?" Hermione questioned, studying her friend. She seemed sincere.
"Earlier than you'd think." Daphne answered and laughed slightly to herself, shaking her head, as if it were more true than Hermione could realize. There was a heavy pause before Hermione remembered what she really needed to ask.
"What happened out there?" Hermione demanded, straightening her shoulders and remembering that she was supposed to be in charge now.
"Blaise and Pansy have a history." Daphne explained meaningfully.
"I know, it was in all the briefings, but rumor was, that was casual, they're friends now." Hermione reminded her. It was a highly popular rumor that Pansy had slept with Blaise and Draco in quick succession, and no one but Pansy likely knew the order after a fit of pique. There had been no emotions involved in that little fauz love triangle, there was no reason for such hostility.
"Yeah, it's not about that." Daphne laughed coolly, as if the idea was ridiculously amusing to her.
"Then what?" Hermione demanded, her temper returning.
"I can't tell you Mione, okay? It's not something I can share without her permission." She responded sagely.
"I stuck my neck out for you Daph, do you know what would've happened to me if someone found out that I left you alone with him?" Hermione reminded her pointedly.
"I wasn't alone!" Daphne huffed, exasperated.
"Pansy doesn't count." Hermione reminded her, rolling her eyes.
"Why wouldn't Pans count?" Daphne demanded, as if she didn't know.
"Because she's..." with a dark look from Daph, Hermione changed tracks, softening her tone, "she's your friend, she'd do anything for you, including help you have improper relations with your fiance." Daphne laughed and threw her head back. It took a few moments before she calmed down, wiping her eyes as she gave Hermione a significant look.
"Trust me Mione, that is one thing that Pansy would never, ever help me do."
...
Draco
He hadn't been expecting to see her, and when he did, it would have been foolish not to take advantage of it. He grabbed her hips as she exited the library, easily pulling her into a broom cupboard. She gasped, flailing for a moment until she took a breath. Apparently scenting him, she spun around quickly and poked his chest.
"You should stop doing that, one of these days someone is going to see you." She instructed primly.
"Someone will only see me if I stop to ask first, this maintains the secrecy." He smirked.
"One of these days someone will see me leaving a broom cupboard and assume I'm shagging some bloke, whether they see you or not." She reminded him cheekily.
"Well I'm not really just 'some bloke,' now am I?" He reminded her. She kept her face impassive.
"Really, what's the difference, a shag is a shag right?" She suggested blithely. He leaned into her space, smirking as he murmured the words in her ear, smoothing his thumbs along her hips as he did.
"When I have you... When I fuck you... You won't be able to walk. You won't be able to fucking stand... Or think. It won't be 'just some shag' and it will certainly matter that it was me." He vowed darkly. She shivered and started pumping out pheromones so quickly that he could taste the cherries on his tongue.
"That's big talk. Really think you can live up to it?" She challenged breathily, still pretending that she was unaffected, despite her short breaths and shaking voice.
"Absolutely." He smirked and start kissing her neck.
"Because I've heard things you know. Rumors. Those kitchen girls talk." She slowed her voice meaningful, and he watched those soft lips turn into a devilish smirk. He straightened, unable to take this affront to his masculinity.
"My reputation in bed is unmatched, Granger. Don't try to pretend otherwise." He reminded her, utterly confident. He was an excellent lover.
"Really that's what you think? Because in my experience, your reputation isn't only matched but exceeded." She insisted. It was like a violin hit a wrong note at a ball.
"By who?" He demanded.
"Oh I can't tell but you shouldn't feel too bad, you know what they say about those Italians." She gave him a meaningful look. His eyes narrowed.
"Blaise?" He guessed. She shrugged, adopting an innocent expression, but he saw through the facade to the trickster beneath.
"Mmm, I said nothing of the sort." She reminded him airly.
"Exceeded my ass." He grumbled, well aware he was pouting like a child.
"Well I guess you're just going to have to prove it." She offered smirking at him. He laughed, and reached for her hips again.
"I guess I will." He agreed eagerly. He'd show her "exceeded."
"Of course, I will need to sample the control group, for comparison." He froze and glared at her, even as she smirked.
"Don't even think about it." He warned. Blaise and Hermione was an appalling thought, one he had literally, never ever wanted to consider. Why did she torment him so?
"But the muscles Draco…" Hermione trailed off and bite her lip as she closed her eyes.
"I'm plenty muscular." He reminded her.
"But are you strong enough?" She asked meaningful, her eyes flicking down his torso.
"Of course I am." He insisted. She had spent hours worshiping his torso just the night before, she couldn't now pretend that he was some shrimp.
"Because I was doing some reading and some of the more intriguing positions require a great deal of… muscle." She smirked, speaking slowly.
"What intriguing positions?" He asked, playing along.
"Against walls, against nothing…. From what I can tell it can get fairly acrobatic." She explained easily. He felt his eyes get wide as he took her in, absorbing this new facet.
"Granger, are you talking about sex positions, kinky sex positions?" He demanded.
"Is that okay?" She froze, the vixen disappearing in an instant, his shy virgin appearing once again. He hurried to backtrack.
"Yes, that is absolutely okay. In fact, I'd like to hear more. Where else did your reading lead you?" He asked softly in her ear, going back to kissing her neck. She seemed to have an easier time when she couldn't see his reactions anyways.
"O Space." She started, her voice still tentative.
"Hmmm." He encouraged.
"It's supposed to require pain." She explained, her voice unsure.
"From what I've read it usually does yeah." He agreed.
"Read? You haven't…" She trailed off meaningfully. He straightened again.
"You are the first and only omega that I have sent into O Space." He told her gently.
"Oh." She looked down and it seemed to take her a moment to process that.
"Why is that so surprising to you?" He asked, feeling himself smile.
"You just seemed like you knew what you're doing." She admitted, shrugging. Well, it was good to know that the act had worked because he had definitely not been sure of himself that first time.
"I made a point to learn about it after…" He trailed off.
"The library." She finished for him.
"Yeah, after that I researched a lot about omegas, and then after I that day in my father's office I researched some more." He admitted, shrugging. It was important knowledge, especially if they were going to keep exploring it.
"Good to know." She concluding, nodding to herself.
"So, about that pain, would you be into that?" He asked gently, unsure whether she'd run away from the idea entirely.
"I have no idea what I'd be into. Some things seemed interesting in theory but I have no idea how I'd feel about them in practice." She explained reasonably.
"Okay, so we'll go slow." He suggested.
"Is that a problem?" She asked nervously.
"No, it is absolutely not a problem. Tell me more about those things that you found interesting." He suggested, pressing kisses along her jaw as she spoke.
"Well, certain charms." She admitted breathly. He could only imagine.
"MMmmmm hmmm." He encouraged.
"and… other things." She finished weakly.
"C'mon Granger, don't chicken out on me now." He taunted.
"I don't want you to judge me." She murmured nervously. He pushed her hair behind her ear.
"I could never." He reminded her gently.
"Some of the things that seemed interesting weren't well, normal." She told him nervously. Now his imagination was racing.
"I can't tell if I'd be willing until you tell me." He reminded her.
"What about you?" She demanded.
"Hmmm?" He murmured against her throat.
"What are your kinks if we're talking about it?" She demanded. He laughed at the irony.
"Why are you so brave confronting me and so timid sharing?" He inquired.
"Self-protective instincts." She reminded him easily.
"How about this: a kink for a kink, I tell you mine, you tell me yours." He suggested.
"Fine." She huffed.
"I like lingerie Granger." He told her easily.
"On who?" She asked sharply. He rolled his eyes.
"You're going to have to show me those books sometime. I like birds in lingerie." He stated firmly. He had never had the desire that some blokes had to try on the garments themselves, but all the more power to them he supposed.
"That's an obvious one." She huffed, clearly disappointed.
"Rules are rules, your turn." He insisted. She mumbled something incoherently. "Speak up Granger." He teased, sucking a mark above her collar bone.
"We are technically in public." She reminded him. He cast a quick muffliato. "You didn't do that first?"
"I could not have been expected to predict this conversation." He defended himself, it had taken a very unexpected turn. "Now fess up. You're avoiding the question."
"Alright… bondage seems intriguing." She admitted tentatively.
"Fuck." He groaned deeply as his prick went from intrigued to painfully hard in an instant.
"Sorry! I'll never…" She hurried to back track, but he cut her off. He grabbed her wrists in his hands, easily raising them above her head. "Fuck." She breathed as he leaned in and kissed her hard. She squirmed but his grip didn't falter.
"You remember your word?" He asked quickly as he nipped at her ear.
"Yes." She breathed, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her breasts practically calling to him.
"Use it if you need to." He reminded her and kissed down the hollow of her throat.
"Okay." She gasped. She kept squirming and he realized quickly that that was part of the fantasy. The cold metal of her cuff dug into his palm but he ignored it in favor or the bounty before him. He kissed along her collarbones before dipping into her breasts kissing and sucking over the tops of the soft mounds. The scent of apricot flooded his senses and he groaned as he realized that he could smell how wet she was. She panted, obviously desperate to touch him back but there was no anger in her eyes, just desire. It was like a power trip, the most perfect drug. He was desperate in instants, pressed up against her thin frame easily. He transferred both of her wrist to one hand easily, and used the other to cup her plump bottom. She squirmed and jumped a little, easily wrapping her legs around his waist. He groaned as her skirt fell around her and he pressed against her center, separated by just the thinnest layers of fabric.
"Wait!" She gasped, her legs dropping quickly. He quickly let go of her wrists, stepping back. It wasn't quite the word, but he knew she wasn't quite at the point to rely on that solely. "Sorry, I just... I'm really into you and I just really don't want to lose my virginity in a broom closet." She huffed, a blush rushing up her cheeks. He chuckled and kissed her gently.
"No worries, and we still have a lot we can try before we get to that, stop stressing about it." He instructed gently. Sex was supposed to be fun after all, and he was more than willing to show her that it wasn't fucking or nothing. There were quite a few intermediate acts in there too.
"Okay." She agreed unconvincingly. "I should go anyways, check in on Astoria." Ah, yes, who needs a cold bath when he can just be reminded of his ill almost fiancee.
"Of course, go." He offered, waving towards the door. She slipped out slowly, but her lingered, wondering for a moment if any of that had really just happened and how the hell he got so lucky.
A/N: First scene was a sexual dream of Draco's about Hermione, final scene is a negotiation turned snog fest between Hermione and Draco.
A/N: So, for the record this chapter started out very innocent, and it was only two thousand words long as of like an hour ago. Oh, how things change. So our first true lemons occur in this chapter, and they so neatly bookend it! I felt a little iffy about including that author's note in the beginning, this is my first M rated work so I'm just trying to give you guys a head's up but if I hear from a good chunk of you that they're not required, I'll drop them (the reverse is also true, if you like/need them and the brief summaries at the end, speak up). On that note, this is the first lemony scene that I've ever published so I'm literally dying for your feedback. Please, please, please put me out of my misery and give me some feedback, they can only get better from here.
A couple of questions:
Was Astoria delusional from fever, or is there something else in her words?
What do you think Blaise was on about?
What was Daphne implying?
What other things do you hope for Hermione to have found interesting?
What did you think of the broom cupboard scene?
