Hello fellow Fic Lovers, I am Cait and this is my first attempt at published writing. Really sorry in advance for my terrible writing style and any mistakes. I am notoriously bad at writing but as there is literally nothing else to do, I thought I would take a chance and have a go! I am a big fan of Dramione Fics and would like to have a go contributing to the content that I love to read so prepare yourself for Hijink, Magic and SMUT! This is a bit of fun and not as accurate for the HP universe as I would like it to be but as it's my first try so I thought I would go funny and light-hearted. I hope you enjoy reading this silly bit of fun as much I liked writing it :D Will add chapters on a weekly basis (this was meant to be a one-shot! Should be around 2 or 3!
I obviously don't own Harry Potter in any way, shape or form.
It was the Hogwarts Christmas feast and Hermione was bored. She was having to sit there listening to Parvati Patil go on and on about the 'sexy surprise' that her boyfriend Theodore Knott had gotten her for Christmas. She missed Harry, Ron and the old Hogwarts Christmases they used to have before the world had turned inside out. She could have gone to the Weasleys but after she and Ron had amicably called off their relationship, much to Mrs Weasley disappointment and Harry's relief, she just needed space. So there she sat with the handful of Gryffindors that had stayed at school for the holidays listening to this useless drivel. "Theodore said it's going to be explosive, but that's all he will tell me, that naughty boy!" Parvati giggled to Lavender who was sitting next to her.
"Did he give you any more Clues?!" she gushed and Hermione rolled her eyes. Pavati started waving and giggling at Theo who was making eyes at her from the Slytherin table. She didn't know how much more of this she could take. The 8th years had certain privileges, including their own private common room and singular sleeping quarters. Pavarti and Theo had been taking serious advantage of the new 'sleeping' arrangements. Not a day went by without a new sexcapade to be gossiped about in the common room. Luckily for Hermione, she still had the Library to fall back on as well and a strange new kinship with Draco Malfoy.
They had formed a strange bond seeing as they were both bereft of their usual trios. Their time was mostly spent having heated arguments over homework and privately taking the piss out of the other students, over a bottle of wine. It was new and a little odd but she enjoyed having someone on her level of intelligence to argue with. She could even put up with his snarky comments and terribly flirtatious banter. Especially as Draco Malfoy was now rather easy on the eye. He was still tall, lean and pale as ever but had filled out since being back at school due to the food and rigorous quidditch training. His previously slicked-back platinum blond hairstyle had become artfully messy and framed his statuesque features delightfully. It wasn't just the outside appearance that has drastically changed, Malfoy had even gone so far as to apologise to her. On the first night of the eighth year, she had found him outside her bedroom door at three am absolutely plastered begging forgiveness and thanking her for speaking at his trial. It turned out that he was finding being back at Hogwarts as difficult as she was and wanted a clean slate. So Hermione had not hexed him into oblivion but picked him up, called him an idiot and put him to bed and they had been friends ever since. His manner towards his fellow students had also changed considerably, gone was the bratty pureblood boy. Replaced with a confident, humorous, witty young man with a quick wit and killer cheekbones. The humour and banter Hermione enjoyed was an obvious front that Draco kept up rather well but she knew he still suffered the same trauma from the war as she did. He was just exceptionally good at hiding it by making light of most situations and making hilarious passes at her every now and again. He was smart, funny, quick and deadly sexy. Always making jokes about when she would finally give in and fall for his 'blinding charm' but Hermione had decided to bury those feelings until she was alone at bedtime, she didn't need that type of complication right before her NEWTs and besides she didn't want to become one of the many witches that had fallen into that trap. Malfoys track record was something discussed regularly by the boys in the common room, the poor witches of France never stood a chance for those couple of years after the trails. With Malfoys penpals and an endless stream of high society lady friends, she had no interest in becoming another notch on his bedpost. But that didn't mean Hermione couldn't enjoy this newfound male attention. Harry and Ron had barely realized she was female even when she and Ron were dating, so it was nice to feel desirable for once. Surely Malfoy was never serious about his flirtation anyway? But it was always appreciated in her private bedroom late at night after a steamy romance novel.
Today however Mr Malfoy was nowhere to be found, Draco had become rather eccentric since Vodemorts downfall and sometimes was the life and sole of the common room but had trouble branching out to the rest of the school. The Great hall held a few demons for him so usually skulked around the castle during big feasts, flat out refusing to attend and eat in the common room. She sat there absentmindedly picking at her food, looking forward to complaining to Malfoy about Pavati with Mulled Wine later on. When all of a sudden her mouth was on fire! One of the crackers had spilt pepper imps and Hermione had accidentally forked one and put it straight in her mouth. She gasped and grabbed the nearest goblet of pumpkin juice and down the whole glass. Thankfully the spice charm dissipated as soon as the liquid hit her tongue and she slammed the glass down with a gasp. "Feeling a bit hot under the collar there Hermione?" laughed Dean who was sitting opposite her wearing an admiral's hat from the offending cracker.
Hermione gave a breathless laugh, "only for Imps Dean!" She blushed and looked away from him. They had had a bit of a snog during an out of hand Halloween feast party a few months back. Unfortunately, there was just no spark for Hermione, but a few for Dean, she really needed to sort that out. She sat back on the bench thinking, never a dull moment at the Gryffindor table. All at once, Hermione did start to feel a bit hot under the collar. It started as warmth in her lower belly and rapidly grew to a gnawing hunger, but not for food. She felt clammy and hot like her clothes were going to melt from her body. Her breasts started to tingle and her nipples were budding. A familiar wet warmth coursed through her core which was usually reserved for romance novels and fantasy Malfoy. What is the name of Merlin was happening to her? "Hermione, are you okay?" Lavender asked and Hermione realised she was breathing very heavily, clenching her legs together and holding onto the table for dear life. She tried to clear her head but couldn't think, all she wanted to do was grab a man and tackle him to the ground and do some very unhermione like things to him. It was then she saw Theodore Knotts eyes widen and looked at the goblet that sat in front of Hermione. "Oh for Fucks sake" she swore under her breath. That was the 'surprise' for Parvati, some sort of lust potion to get her all hot and bothered to jump Theo. Fantastic she thought. She just had to go and drink Patils by accident, what rotten luck! She needed to isolate herself, sort herself out, she thought desperately before she did something she regretted. She got up off the bench with a moan, her clothes felt like they were caressing her skin as she moved from the table. This potion was fast, she thought and getting stronger. A very concerned Theo was walking towards her but Hermione pretty much shoulder barged him into the Ravenclaw table as she rushed out the hall. She ran out into the entrance hall nearly running over some first years.
She hurried up the corridors blindly until she was strangely drawn to open the door of an empty classroom and rushed in. She slammed the door with a loud bang and lent against the wall breathing hard. She was sweating and her clothes were too tight, she needed release. She loosened her tie and ripped half her buttons off her shirt and ran her hands over her body. She went all the way down to her thighs and back up her skirt and pulled off her knickers. She threw them across the room and started to touch herself furiously, almost sobbing as it had absolutely no effect. It was then she heard the tutting. She was stock-still watching the figure looming out of the darkness. "Well, well, well Granger this is a strange turn of events, finally work out what to get me for Christmas?" Draco Malfoy leered out of the gloom twirling her underwear around his finger with a glass of whiskey in the other hand. Hermione moaned, she could imagine what she looked like right now. Leaning against the wall with her hair wild and splayed around her, her dewy body breathing heavily, her yellow bra pretty much on show with her hands up her skirt. "You could have just asked Granger, however, I must say I am a big fan of all the theatrics" Malfoy learned and against the desk in front of her putting his whiskey down. The Shock was slowly wearing off Hermione and was replaced by a very strong urge to tackle Malfoy to the ground. She needed to explain the situation before she got the wrong end of the stick. Or she got a hold of his stick, Ugh Hermione come on she thought to herself. "Shut up Malfoy!" She gasped and she tried to tug down her skirt. "If that's really the way you seduce someone Granger, you really need to do more research" he drawled slowly walking closer to her enveloping her in his scent. "Would you like some private tuition?" He was very close now and Hermione had to fight to not grab his tie. Would it be so terrible if you did grab his tie and had your wicked way with him? She thought, she had been using his face for most of her Romance heroes recently and not to mention the occasional sexy dreams, but ugh no it was Malfoy, think of all the dirty rumours about his sordid sex life. Oh no! Hermione cursed herself as she thought of all the sordid rumours about Draco Malfoys eventful and adventurous sex life. "Theo's Potion, Wrong Goblet" She gasped and she squirmed against the wall. "You need to get away from me!" she begged breathlessly. "Well, Granger I am flattered!" Malfoy barked, "Fucking hell Theo, he should know better than to leave Libidine laying around. It's a powerful potion lasts about 12 hours," He said matter of factly. "12 HOURS!?" she exclaimed trying hard not to cup her breast and failing miserably. Draco turned and started pacing the room in front of her. Hermione unknowingly started forward tracking his movement as he paced. "Yes, 12 hours its a great potion for a long night of passion but not so much for a demure librarian such as yourself. The problem you are obviously encountering is you can't satisfy yourself while the potion is active and it only works on people who you OUFFFFFFF!" Dracos lecture had been cut short by Hermione tackling him to the floor and mindlessly sucking and biting his neck. "Demure librarian!?" she said between kisses. "How's this for demure!" She grabbed his cock through his trousers and Malfoy gasped! Then shouted "EXPELLIAMUS". This was an extremely unexpected move. Hermione was suddenly thrown backwards against the wall, he caught her wand neatly and cast a binding spell at her wrists above her head and she was stuck to the wall. Draco was breathing hard and looking furiously flustered. His hair was mussed and his clothes rumpled, a far cry from the usually cool, calm sarcastic man he usually was.
He stalked towards her and loomed over her "I have not waited this long for you to finally notice me, for you to waste my exquisite talents on a quick fuck on a dirty classroom floor Granger" He growled down at her. Hermione's lust-filled brain tried to make sense of what he was saying. He wasn't annoyed she wanted to have sex with him, just the location, huh interesting. "Now I need you to listen, as I was saying" he resumed his infernal pacing as if he was lecturing first-year transfiguration. "The potion only works with people you want to have 'relations' with" Hermione whimpered at the word relations. "Which explains how you found me holed up in here" Hermione nodded she had almost gravitated to this floor and specific empty classroom. "Indeed, this also nicely cuts through all the boring agonising over how to ask you out, awkward first dates and we can get straight down to what we both know was inevitable." Hermione snorted "However," he stopped in front of her and drew close with both hands planted either side of Hermione's head and his face was very only an inch out of reach "I need you to tell me that you want this. I need you to tell me it's not just the potion turning you into an absolute temptress. I was joking about the demure librarian, you look delectable right now Granger." his voice became husky and low as he looked down at her as she struggled to break the ties and get to him. "Here are the facts for your addled brain to make an INFORMED decision. The potion gets rid of inhibitions, awkwardness and embarrassment entirely and makes sexual desire prominent for the person you fancy. I must say, again Granger, I am very flattered and the feeling is mutual, and has been for quite some time" he smiled down at her predatorily. You will not feel any release from anything else, including..." his hand brushed her thigh just below her skirt "self-service." Hermione groaned again and struggled against the ties above her head. "You will feel an extremely strong desire for the next 12 hours and the only thing that can lessen that is, obviously my good self or the antidote," he said matter of factly. Hermione was still squirming but managed to unfog her brain just enough to say breathily "There's an Antidote?!". Malfoy smirked down at her "Well you see I did think of that, but there are two problems. Number one, do you really think they will stock it in a school and the second is do you really want to go and see Slughorn and explain the situation in this" He looked her up and down appreciatively "state?"
Hermione swore loudly and Draco grinned "I rather like this rough and ready version of you Granger" her purred into her ear, Hermione moaned again. "Now what would you like to do?" he pulled back and looked into her eyes. "I am more than happy to... assist you, but I need you to fully consent to this and I forbid you to regret it in the morning. I will go as far as to say we can never talk of it again, but I doubt you will be able to keep your hands off me after only one night" Hermione rolled her eyes at this cocky declaration but all she could think about was how much cock she had felt while grabbing his trousers and where she would like it to be. "Oh and just one more thing," Draco said leaning back down just out of reach of her lips. "We do this my way, shockingly I am a bit of a control freak when it comes to sex, not that I have ever had complaints. As I said before" Malfoy breathed "I have been thinking about this for far too long to waste this rather wonderous opportunity."
Hermione tried to weigh up her options, she could not wait out the night like this. She was not going to Slughorn, it wasn't even worth thinking about. Maybe having a hot sweaty night of passion with Malfoy wouldn't be so bad. get him out of her system and never think about it again? She was undeniably attracted to him and it had been a while. Ron wasn't exactly the 12-hour type and Viktor had only been heavy petting so why not, she was nineteen, she had a lot to gain and not a lot to lose. Apart from maybe, a friend said a very small voice at the back of the brain which was suddenly drowned out by a foghorn shouting FUCK MALFOY!
He was still leaning down staring into her eyes as her foggy lust-filled brain made the calculations. Finally, she breathed, "just for tonight, I'm all yours, Merry Christmas" She closed her eyes and leaned up for the snog that she was sure was about to happen but was sorely disappointed. Instead, she heard an enthusiastic "Fantastic!" Hermione's eyes flicked open in annoyance "I am keeping these though" and watched Malfoy pocketing her soaking knickers. She was then even more shocked as he disabled the sticking charm and threw her over his shoulder and carried her out of the classroom. "Malfoy! Where the fuck are we going, I need you now!" she pummeled his back with her bound hands. "Granger, Stop that wiggling or anyone who comes across us will see straight up your skirt and I intend for the only person to see that this evening," he said cheerfully lightly slapping her on the arse. Hermione shivered at the playful slap and whined into Malfoys back. "Stop that groaning!" He hissed, do we really want to have to explain to any teachers why I am transporting the 'brightest witch of her age' in such an undignified manner?". Hermione went limp trying to ignore the tightening in her core. Draco ran up the stairs, he was remarkably strong, not surprising considering all the quidditch training he did. But seriously hefting her up all these stairs, the man was showing some serious commitment to the situation? Hermione thought through her sex addled mind that she could appreciate him wanting to do this properly, even if all her body wanted was to throw her down over a desk. Where were they going anyway? The 8th year's common room was on the third floor they were going towards the…. "Here we are," Malfoy said brightly "the Room of requirement! Not just for letting in evil and harbouring fugitives but also Draco's secret sex palace". "Oh sweet Merlin!" Hermione groaned "as if I just agreed to have sex with you." Malfoy paced up and down three times in front of Barnabus the Barmy muttering all the while until a door materialised. He opened it, just as Theo Knott turned the corner into the corridor, his jaw dropped at the unbelievable sight in front of him. To Hermione's absolute horror Draco cheerfully "Thanks for the present Theo, Merry Christmas!" and rushed into the room and locked the door.