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It Only Takes Once
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Chapter 1:Too Good
Hermione's eyes snapped open in panic. Her eyes searched the dark room until they landed on the soundly sleeping figure next to her with their arms wrapped protectively around her naked waist. Relief flowed through her body as memories of last night came to mind. She turned her head and saw the bright, red-numbered alarm clock that read 4:45 AM.
She wiggled from their hold and watched as their face scrunched up at the loss of warm. She stood up and winced as she stretched her sore and tight muscles. She pattered around the room as quietly as possible, trying to locate all her clothes... or what was left of them.
She held up her torn, red knickers and bra and sighed to herself. Those were her favourite pair. She settled on taking their button-up and gathered the shreds of her clothes. She tip-toed to the bedroom door before stopping and turning around.
The moonlight shone through the bay windows casting a delicate light on the snoozing form, making their already light hair appear white and silky and their skin smooth and milky. Her eyebrow arched when she heard them mutter something and shift before ultimately settling and falling back asleep. She exited the room and limped down the large flat hallway and to the living area. She stepped into the floo and whispered her address quietly while throwing the ashy powder and being engulfed in the heatless, green flames.
Hermione immediately relaxed as she stepped into her own space. She went to the kitchen and set up a kettle to boil while she went and took a quick shower. She stood under the steamy water practically moaning as the heat soothed her aching muscles and down there. She heard the kettle whistle, so she turned off the taps and put on one of her night shirts and limped, although not as painfully, down the small hallway. She turned right into the kitchen and was startled to see Ginny standing there surprisingly alert with a steeping mug in front of her and her fiery locks all over the place.
"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?", she screeched, embodying Molly Weasley to a T. Hermione winced and gave an apologetic smile.
"BED EMPTY, NO NOTE! I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD IN ALLEYWAY! YOU LEFT THE PARTY AND DIDN'T TELL ME YOU BLOODY BINT!"
Yesterday evening was the Ministry Holiday Party and if Hermione remembered correctly, it was quite the shindig.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry, Ginny. It's just-," she looked away and blushed. "I got a little... carried away last night and had a little sleepover."
Hermione smirked as she watched the red-head's brown eyes bulge, almost comically, out of her head.
"H-HOW? WHEN? WHO? WHERE?", Ginny sputtered.
Her smirk widened and she waved a dismissive hand. "It can wait 'till later," she said yawning.
"IT MOST CERTAINLY CAN NOT! YOU'RE TELLING ME EVERYTHING NOW!" Ginny grabbed her wrist and dragged her over to the sofa and sat her down.
"Spill." Ginny said sternly but her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Hermione shrugged. "We fucked... hard."
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She finished her spiel by 7:00 am and was dragging her feet to her room. She crawled into bed and felt her eyes drift shut almost immediately. The events of last night overtook her mind and she sighed as they played out behind her eyelids.
"Are you sure about this, Hermione?" he asked while kissing her neck gently. She shivered as her given name rolled off his tongue like honey. The lust-heavy timbre soaked into her skin making her moan quietly.
"Absolutely." she whispered. She felt him grin against her skin as he aligned himself and slid into her in the most intimate position there was. He kissed her firmly but passionately against the lips, muffling her moan as he slowly stretched her. She enveloped him completely and he had to stop and take breath lest he come right then and there.
He pulled out agonisingly slow before thrusting back in with a force that had Hermione seeing stars. He groaned into her mouth as he sped up his pace until their pelvises slapped rhythmically against each other. She cried out with each drive of his hips, managing to meet every thrust with one of her could feel the pressure building in her abdomen. One, two, three thrusts later, her vision went white and little fireworks went off behind her eyes. He moaned as she tightened constrictively around even giving her a chance to recover, he pulled out at which she whimpered but was quickly stifled when he flipped her over and slapped her arse causing her to yelp. He pulled her up on all fours and quickly re-entered, taking her from behind.
"Oh shit!" she cried, the new angle unlocking a new sense of pleasure. He grunted behind her muttering sweet-nothings that made her even wetter, if that was possible.
"Merlin, you're tight."
"Good girl."
"Fuck, you're the best I've ever had..."
She felt her body go stiff and then promptly relax as she toppled over the edge again and this time, him going with her. She moaned as he felt him expand and then release the hot spurts of his essence. He held her tightly as he maneuvered them off the bed. He pushed her up on the wall and she hissed as the cool surface connected with her heated kissed her hard, his tongue deliciously invading her mouth as he hooked her legs around his waist and began pounding into her then on, they got progressively rougher, fucking in every square inch of the room. Him leaving giant hickeys and bruises on her breasts and neck and she leaving long scratches across his chest and back. On their final round, they ended up where they began and did what almost amounted to making love. He gently caressed her skin and leaving feather-light kisses on her forming bruises, slowly thrusting until they both reached climax, clinging to each other as if their lives depended on it. He rolled off of her gathering her in his arms and sighing contentedly before sleep overtook them, both thoroughly sated.
Hermione smiled to herself as another bout of exhaustion hit her.
She just had a one-night stand with Draco Malfoy and she had loved every second ofit.
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She woke later that day with Ginny jumping on her bed demanding more gory details from her rambunctious night.
"Ginny, you have to promise not to tell anyone." Hermione pleaded.
She frowned, "Not even Ron and Harry?"
Her eyes widened. "ARE YOU MAD? ESPECIALLY NOT RON AND HARRY! THEY WOULD PROBABLY MAKE ME JOIN A CONVENT OR SOMETHING!"
The red-head burst out laughing as she wasn't wrong. The two boys would have a fit and they both knew it.
Hermione's head fell into her hands "Merlin Ginny, that's one of the worst decisions I've ever made..."
"But?" she prodded, sensing there was more. She looked up and smiled ruefully.
"But it was so good."
Ginny sighed. "I can't remember the last time Harry shagged me that hard."
"Ginny!"
"Not that he's bad. The passion's still there. But Malfoy is so..."
"Intense." Hermione finished and Ginny nodded in agreement.
"You're going to have to hook me up sometime. I want to have a limp after being shagged that hard."
Hermione opened her mouth to protest but Ginny cut her off. "Oh yes, I noticed."
"What about Harry?" she frowned.
Ginny scoffed, "What about him?"
She looked at her incredulously. "Oh, for Godric's sake, Ginny! He's your boyfriend!"
She only stared and lifted up her left hand. "As long as my left ring finger is vacant, little missy," she motioned toward her groin, "Is open for occupancy."
Hermione snorted out the tea she'd been sipping. "Merlin, what am I going to do with you?"
Ginny smirked. "Send me to Draco Malfoy." she said cheekily.
The rest of her weekend was spent recovering from her eventful night. By Sunday, her hickeys had faded a little and her bruises had turned a sickly green colour.
"Mother, we are not discussing this again." Draco said firmly.
Narcissa trailed after him in her long decadent robes down the large corridor. "But Draco, your twenty-first birthday is coming up in two months! If you are not married by then, the Ministry will confiscate your inheritance." she pleaded.
He rolled his eyes. "So? They can have it for all I care. I have a successful career that I actually enjoy."
She gently grabbed his arm and turned him to face her. "Draco, your father wants-"
His silver eyes flashed like lightning. "Because I really care what that rat bastard wants!" he said vehemently.
She gasped at his crassness, "Draco!"
"Mother," he drawled.
She set her jaw and glared at him. "You know this isn't just about the money. Your decision impacts all of us."
Her light blue eyes drifted over his face in frustration when they stopped at point on his jaw. She squinted slightly and pointed at his neck.
"What is that?"
"What is what?" he asked, now confused.
"There's some type of mark on your neck." she clarified.
Draco went red and quickly slapped a hand over his neck. "It's nothing mother! I, um, fell... in the shower and hit it... yes." He looked everywhere but her analysing face, hoping she would drop it.
She eyed him suspiciously with a flawless, arched eyebrow. She sighed and waved him off.
Hermione caught the lift to get to level 7 of the Ministry, Department of Magical Law Enforcement. She wore a royal blue, silk blouse and emerald dress slacks paired with beige stilettos. Her hair was in half-up bun, half down with a few curly tendrils framing her heart-shaped face.
The lift stopped and opened at level 2 allowing for more occupants. There was only one person waiting, however. And it was none other than Draco Malfoy.
She felt a hot blush spread across her face as he looked up from the watch on his right wrist. She was surprised when an easy smirk graced his chiseled features rather than his well-known scowl.
"I trust you had a good weekend, Granger." he said smoothly as he walked in.
She turned to face him as he leaned against the lift wall looking immaculate as ever in a three-piece, chocolate suit with the jacket draped across his strong forearms.
She produced a smirk that rivalled his own. "You could say it was ravishing."
He felt his stomach twist and dick twitch. His smirk broke out into a full-on grin and pushed some platinum hair from his face. "Really?"
She looked at him with wide eyes filled with playfulness. "Very much so. And you?" she asked innocently.
His eyes bore into hers. "Incredibly satisfying."
"Glad to hear it." she said, her eyes never leaving his. His eyes twinkled with something she couldn't describe and shifted towards her. She stood her ground, his eyes keeping her firmly planted. He moved closer until he was a few paces from her. She could smell is cologne that heavily reminded her of petrichor and it was absolutely intoxicating. It was the same smell that ensnared her senses during their tussle in the sheets. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply hoping that she wasn't being too obvious.
Draco watched with an intense curiosity as her eyes closed and her head lolled back as she took a deep breath. She let out a small whimper that made his hand twitch. He moved closer until he was directly in front of her. He knew Granger was different from the get-go but there was just something, a certain je ne sais quoi that drew him to her.
Her eyes fluttered open and immediately landed on him. She wasn't startled that he was so close but she was not expecting him to be. He made a full step forward and the unreadable magnitude of emotion in his eyes made her step back.
He took another step forward and Hermione stepped back, cursing to herself when she hit the wall. His arms came up at her sides, caging her in. He leaned down until they were eye level.
"Something on your mind, Hermione?" he enquired with a way too innocent look, knowing exactly what she was thinking of. A chill went down her back as his sultry tone made her have a flashback of him whispering into her ear while buried inside of her.
She let out a puff of air and pushed her self slightly off the wall until her mouth was centimetres from his. His head tilted to the sides and she could feel the ghost of his lips on her skin. Her eyes closed once more and she felt him kiss the corner of her mouth lightly. He pulled away suddenly and she frowned at the loss of his presence.
Her eyes snapped back open and she found him standing about a metre away from her, smirking deviously.
The lift dinged and its doors opened on level 7.
"We should do it again, sometime." Draco said lowly before exiting the lift with a wink. Hermione blinked, trying to comprehend what just happened. She walked out of the lift, slightly disoriented. Was it just her or was that a long arse lift ride?
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Hermione strode confidently onto the lift the next morning in Draco's red button up, a tight leather pencil skirt and red pumps with her hair in a tight bun on top of her head. She smiled to herself as she remembered Ginny's cat-call as she walked into the kitchen. She was dressed to kill and her target, Draco Malfoy, the smug bastard.
There were already a few people on the lift which left her slightly disappointed but also relieved that he wouldn't have the opportunity to corner her again. There was two men and a woman and the men made no attempt to hide that they were eyeballing her open cleavage. She cleared her throat and sneered a little at them.
About a second or two before the lift closed, Draco strolled in casually in a sky-blue button-up and dark brown slacks. The surprise on his face when he saw her was worth every frustrating tug that took place when she was trying to get the shirt to fall right.
Draco gulped before his normal cool mask of indifference slipped over his face. "You look, uh, different today, Granger. New top?" he asked calmly although she could hear the slight strain in his tone.
She hid her smile. "You could say that. I nicked it from a friend of mine."
His dark eyebrow arched. "A friend you say? Any chance of them getting it back?" he teased.
This time she let the smile show and faced him. "No, I think I'll keep it."
Draco couldn't help but smile back showcasing his two rows of straight, white teeth. "We'll see about that..." he said quietly enough that only she could hear.
A/n: Soooooo, whaddaya think? I have many plans for this story that I'm extremely excited to write. Please don't hesitate to review as they're invaluable. I would love to hear what you thought of their relationship. I'm already working on chapter 2, so it should be up shortly as well as SDM's Gluttony. So, stay tuned! Thanks for reading! Until next time!