No one should be deemed a party pooper, a cynic, a Debbie downer, love hater or anything else just because they are opposed to cheesy games revolving around the inflated holiday. But Ginny obviously didn't care and continued to hurl lame insults at Hermione for not joining in on the party's games.
"Hermione lets go. There are no sideline participants for these activities. Plus without you there'll be odd numbers." She whispered angrily with wide eyes. Hermione huffed and crossed her arms, looking over at the rest of the people sitting around waiting for them to either join or leave.
Ginny had all but dragged her to a 'single's' party at Blaise Zabini's enormous bachelor pad. The former Slytherin and Ginny had been flirting nonstop over the last month, both too proud to actually make a move on each other. But Blaise mentioned the party to Ginny and asked her to come, and to bring a plus one for numbers purposes. Ginny, having no other single friends, essentially forced Hermione to join. Lowly, she used the, 'you broke my brother's heart and owe me' card on her.
Hermione agreed, made no promises she'd have a good time but found herself being semi entertained throughout the night. She was surprised to see a few familiar faces; Susan Bones cozying up to Theo Nott, Eddie Carmichael was shamelessly sending eyes at Tracey Davis, Anthony Goldstein getting touchy feely with Daphne Greengrass, and Pansy Parkinson and Luna Lovegood had already openly snogged two glasses of wine ago.
It was a mixed bag of people, but it was shockingly fun to be in the crowd. Hermione talked to Adrain Pucey and Zacharias Smith for most of the night. There was absolutely no interest in either man, but they were at least fun to converse with after a couple drinks. Considering others in attendance were not her cup of tea or already pining for someone else.
But when Blaise announced they were moving to begin the 'fun' and 'harmless' adult game he orchestrated, it immediately made Hermione frown. Blaise explained t's rules; you pickup a piece of paper and it's one half to a whole word. Everyone has a partner and depending on what their paper says, have to spend five minutes alone doing what it's instructing. He assured everyone it wasn't as sexual or naughty as it sounded. And the very most that could happen was some heavy petting or snogging.
Regardless, Hermione was a finicky lover with very specific tastes. She didn't want to play this game and humiliate herself or the man or woman she gets paired with. The glare Ginny sent her as she announced she'd be leaving could have been the rudest look she ever received from her best friend.
"You're staying, you have to. Blaise organized this and it's harmless you heard him." She said, eyes pleading with her. Hermione sighed, knowing Ginny was still extremely nervous around Blaise and sometimes needed a security net. She looked back to where the group was chatting, Blaise's eyes on the pair as he awaited their return.
"Fine. But if anything remotely inappropriate happens I make no apologies for any hexes that fly out of my wand tonight." She stated, ignoring the ear splitting grin Ginny wore as they returned back to the crowd.
"Ah! Welcome back ladies. Nice of you Granger to stay for more of the fun." Blaise said smoothly, offering her up the bowl which held the slips of paper. Hermione raised her eyebrows at Blaise and sent him a sarcastic smile as she plucked the last piece of paper.
"You know Granger, Blaise, fun's her middle name." A low drawl came from over her shoulder. Hermione stiffened at the quip and ignored the soft chuckles from around.
She turned to glare at Malfoy, seeing his annoying little smirk plague his features.
"Fiery words coming from the man hiding in the corner all night. What's wrong Malfoy? Still moping over your ex?" She bit back, keeping her tone light and teasing but shooting daggers from her eyes.
The rest of the group all ooed and chuckled at the jab. Malfoy tightly smiled back at her, but it more resembled a grimace of annoyance. She bubbled with pride that she got on his nerves.
"Down children. Put the claws away for now. There's fun to be had." Blaise said settling in the loveseat, not even concealing the way he looked at Ginny.
"Don't know Blaise. I very much find it arousing how Malfoy and Granger go at it." Cho mentioned and Hermione looked at her bewildered.
"Same here. All that sexual tension that comes from their arguments. Merlin you should see them at the Ministry going at it." Blaise remarked, knowingly sending a smirk towards Draco.
"That's absolutely—" Hermione started.
"Fucking blind mate. No way—" Draco added.
"Preposterous even. He's egotistical and bloody annoying—"
"Can't stand her. Rather spend my time in Azkaban then—"
"Alright. Alright we get it!" Blaise cut them off. "You both want to fuck each other's brains out. Now!" He shouted with a smile, making everyone but Hermione and Malfoy laugh. They just rolled their eyes and glared at everyone else in the room. "The game is simple! I'll read the first half of my word and whoever my partner is will have the second, completed half. We lay them side by side, and directions for what we will do alone for five minutes will appear on the paper."
Everyone nodded, Hermione boredly looked down at her word: Veritas. She kept it concealed, not letting anyone else catch a peak.
"I'll go first!" Daphne offered enthusiastically. She opened her piece of paper and looked expectantly around the room. "Fairy."
Everyone looked around at each other, double checking their words to see if it was a match or what it could be.
"Wings?" Anthony said hopefully and Daphne grinned.
"Let's try it out." She said, standing up to meet him in the middle of Blaise's living room.
"If it's correct then the instructions will appear on the bottom." Blaise reminded them, his arm now casually resting around Ginny's shoulders.
Daphne and Anthony held their papers together, eyes lighting up as their instructions suddenly appeared.
"'Fairy Wings. The first ingredient in the Girding Potion. Your assignment is to take a drop of the potion mixed with the Lanier's Lover's Libido's Potion and see how fast five minutes can be.'"
As Daphne read off the words, all other guests made hoots and hollers, growing excited at what the game could offer them. The bowl in which once held all the parchment suddenly procured one vial of the potions. Hermione looked slightly horrified as Anthony and Daphne took one drop each then left to a separate room.
"They'll be flooing home in two minutes." Zachrias said with a laugh.
"Have you taken Lanier's Libido Potion before?" Padma asked curiously. Zacharias bloomed pink and scratched the back of his head.
"Just once. Seventh year." He admitted and immediately was subjected to the jeers of the other wizards. He waved them off and defended himself. "It was just to see what it was like! Merlin! I made the mistake of taking double the recommended dosage. I had a bloody erection for nearly eight hours. Had to stay in the dorms all day, wanking every thirty minutes."
"Bloody hell." Ginny choked on her drink through a laugh.
"Couldn't find a willing witch?" Adrian chuckled.
"Kinda hard to go up to a girl with a tent in your trousers and put the moves on, mate." He shook his head, laughing at himself.
"Why did you take double the dosage?" Hermione asked through her own giggles.
"I didn't feel anything at first so I just drank more. Fuck me it was awful. I rubbed myself raw and vowed to never mess with that stuff again." He said with a shudder.
The loud crack of an apparition bursted through the room, making every halt in their place and silence their words. A slow smile rose to Blaise's face.
"Looks like the first pair has fallen victim to the games. Who's next?" He asked, danger glinting in his eyes. Hermione looked around the room, desperate that whatever ended up being her rules for the night were not as bad as Daphne's and Anthony's..
"I'll go." Luna said brightly and stood to read her paper. "Toe."
Everyone collectively let out a confused noise or said 'what' but Pansy smiled deviously and stood.
"Mistle?" She said and held out her paper with Luna's. Soon enough, Hermione could see words appear on the paper as they laid it on the center table.
"'Mistletoe doesn't need to only be brought out at Christmas. Your duty is to kiss under the flower, however many you want.'" Pansy said and soon, a branch of mistletoe appeared in the bowl. Luna grabbed it and inspected the plant.
"I don't need mistletoe to instigate a kiss." She said sweetly and simply. Pansy eagerly grabbed the girl's hand.
"Perfect. Let's go then." She said, dragging them from the room and slamming the bedroom door shut.
"What an interesting pair. Adrian said with a thoughtful expression. Hermione snorted.
"Understatement really." She commented.
"Don't knock something just because it's odd or different. I mean, look at all of us tonight. Who would have thought we'd all be here socializing and having a good time?" Ginny pointed out and Susan sent her a cheeky smirk.
"Socializing is an innocent way of putting it." She said, making some chuckle.
"I see where your mind is at, Bones." Theo remarked with his own flirty gaze.
"Gin makes a good point though. Tonight was all about trying something new. Who knows where or who we'll end up with tonight." Blaise remarked, his eyes floating to Hermione's. She crinkled her brow at him, wondering what the prolonged eye contact was for.
Five minutes later Pansy and Luna returned. Lips red and swollen, hair a bit messy and a forming love bite was appearing on Pansy's neck.
The game continued. Blaise and Ginny were matched next, allowed to hug with any amount of clothes on or off but only hugging. Cho and Zacharias were sent off, instructed to play a small game of truth or dare. When Padma and Adrian left as the next pair, Hermione began squirming uncomfortably. She nibbled on her fingers, seeing her only options were Theo, Malfoy or Eddie Carmichael.
But Eddie was soon paired with Tracey Davis, and they left pretty quickly after their instructions were to keep each other's hands on one another through the five minutes. And when Theo stood to announce his word, Hermione's stomach sank.
"Amor." He said and out the window went all of Hermione's hope. She flushed red, a frown forming and Pansy was of course the first to notice her displeasure.
"Well either Granger just poisoned herself or she's not Theo's match." She said and Susan stood up, standing next to Theo and joined their paper.
"—Tentia." She finished with a shy grin. "'Tell the other what their Amortentia is then take a small taste of a safe version.'"
"It's just from Weasley's joke shop." Blaise assured them as a bottle appeared in the bowl. "Not at all dangerous, the only thing it's supposed to do is make you feel warm and tingly."
Theo and Susan both looked at each other with waiting eyes. He bent down to grab the potion, still silently exchanging words with Susan. Finally, after what seemed like an annoying amount of prolonged eye contact, Theo finally addressed the group.
"I think we're going to uh, well we may just finish the game back at mine." He said.
"Subtle, Nott." Susan commented, her face flushing red but she still smiled.
"Just being honest. Not like they couldn't put two and two together. Thanks for a fun party, mate." Theo said, turning to Blaise and shaking his hand. Blaise, who now had Ginny essentially plopped over his lap, made a sad face.
"You're not going to stick around to see if Granger and Malfoy will rip each other's heads off or rip each other's clothes off?" He complained and Hermione rolled her eyes.
"I already know it's the latter. I have my own articles of clothing to disrobe tonight." He said slyly then grabbed Susan's hand.
"Theo!" She protested but he laughed while ducking them into the floo.
"Goodnight all, use protection!" He shouted then the couple was swept away in green flames.
"Nice sentiment but we won't be needing any protection tonight." Luna said while looking at Pansy. Everyone openly gaped at the usually innocent woman.
"I mean she's not wrong." Blaise mumbled to Ginny who just shook her head with a laugh. Malfoy suddenly stood up and walked right up to Hermione. Tired from the night and annoyed by how sickly all the other lovebirds were acting.
"Alright Granger. Your word I can confidently assume is 'veritas' and mine is 'serum.'" He said, ripping her paper out of her lax hands.
"Hey!" She protested but obviously assumed the same.
"'Relationships are about open communication. Take a drop of the truth serum and spill your secrets.'" He read off, his face growing with a satisfied smile. Hermione's jaw hung open.
"Are you insane? That's dangerous." She accused Blaise and he rolled his eyes again.
"Another watered down potion. Ministry mandated and approved as of last year. Come on Granger, give me some credit." He said, shaking his head. Malfoy reached into the bowl and pulled out the small beaker containing the milky liquid. His gray eyes flashed to hers, a wicked smile appeared.
"Nervous Granger? I can only imagine what secrets you're trying to protect."
Hermione's stomach coiled at the words. She knew Malfoy would try to manipulate their situation to embarrass her, but she was given the opportunity to do the same. With the fair playing ground, she could easily get the upper hand in all this.
"My secrets are as boring as you make me out to be. But please, let's get started, shall we?" Her fake sense of confidence definitely threw Malfoy. He looked at her with surprise as she stole the glass container from him and directly headed in the direction of the empty bedroom. She only heard his footsteps a few moments later, he shut the door then mumbled a locking charm. Hermione raised her eyebrows at his actions.
"I don't trust that you won't try to escape when questions get uncomfortable." He told her bluntly.
"I'm not a coward, Malfoy, and you don't intimidate me." She said, uncorking the glass and taking half of the serum. She extended her hand to him, he took it silently. .
Hermione noted the similarities between the full power of veritaserum and this watered down version. Usually her mind would race a thousand miles per second, her chest would feel tight and she felt hyper focused on everything. Now she just felt her tongue tensing like she just ate something sour. Her attention was sharp but not racing. She relaxed knowing Blaise had in fact given them the safer version of the potion.
"Let's begin." Malfoy said, eyes narrowing at her.
"I think it's appropriate that we set ground rules." She quickly interjected, holding up her hands haphazardly.
"What? Scared I'll get you to spill how terrible Ron Weasley is in bed?" He said and she shook her head at him.
"I meant topics like the war or our families?" She stated and saw his body go still. "I may not like you, Malfoy, but I'd never be intentionally cruel about sensitive issues. Can you say the same?"
He was quiet for a moment, obviously irritated by her childish remark. Through a clenched jaw he sighed once then agreed.
"Yes. No questions about the war or our families."
Hermione nodded, very much relieved.
"Alright then, I think it's only fair we trade off with questions too. So, do your worst." She challenged and raised her chin up at him. Malfoy, snapping back into his previous atmosphere of twisted plots, half smirked, his eye twitched.
"Who did you want to go home with tonight?" He asked immediately. Hermione felt the answer bubble out of her with ease.
"No one." She said simply, his eyebrows furrowed.
"Then why did you even bother coming?" He asked again.
"Ginny asked me to and I owed her since I broke her brother's heart last year. That's two questions now I get two." Hermione added and Malfoy shut his mouth but nodded with one eyebrow raised.
"Why did you attend the party?" She asked back.
"It was either this or go on the date my mother set up for me. This was clearly the better option." Malfoy fiddled with his cufflinks, bothered that he was forced to admit that little bit of information to her. Hermione wrinkled her nose.
"Why is your mother already setting you up on dates if you and your ex broke up less than a month ago?" She couldn't help but ask. Malfoy's piercing gray eyes darted up to her curiously.
"It's her way of punishing me since I ended things with my ex. She knows I hate properly courting witches and even more so being forced into blind dates." He replied with a swallow. Hermione just nodded at the information, not entirely sure why she really cared to ask him about that.
Malfoy then tilted his head at her, perusing her body with an interested stare. He looked like he was up to no good.
"Why do you walk around the Ministry with a stick up your arse?" He questioned rudely, hoping to get a rise out of her.
"I don't try to. I just want to be perceived as an intellectual and be taken seriously. It's still hard to be considered as an equal to older Ministry members. As a woman and as a muggleborn.." She finished with a deep sigh.
She knew the rumors about her that floated across work, that she was a hard-arse and thought she ran everything. Hermione really just worked hard, a bit stiff at work so she could maximize what she got done. She was always like that, so of course it transferred into her adult life.
"Oh and fuck you for that." She added and surprisingly Malfoy laughed. The sound made her shoulders loosen a bit and the sight of his Adam's apple bobbing as his eyes squinted was rather a remarkably intriguing sight. Once he calmed she continued. "My turn. Why do you give me and my department such a hard time? We stretch our galleons thin as is. We don't need to be lectured about every project we use funds for."
"I don't try to." Malfoy echoed with a smile then crossed his arms. "Your department has been notorious for lackadaisical spending in the past, an issue before you became head. It's still experiencing those repercussions from previous leadership but it's been getting better since you took over. I'm only specifically hard on you because it's funny."
Hermione gaped at him.
"So it's not because you don't like me?" She immediately asked, unable to control her inquisitiveness.
"No Granger. You're the only one that will try and handle me and my demands, so it's refreshing. But that's two questions, my turn now." He said, tongue resting on his upper set of teeth. Hermione snapped her mouth shut and mentally cursed herself. She waited for him to go on, but he took his time wondering what he wanted to ask next. It was unnerving, just having him stare at her. She could never guess what he was thinking while he looked so calm.
"I assume you hate me." He said and Hermione huffed a laugh.
"I don't hate you Malfoy. I never have. You get on every last one of my nerves but I don't hate you. Or dislike you for that matter." She explained, looking around the room then swiftly back up to his face. He nodded once, assessing the information slowly.
"So what do you think of me then?" He said, body slightly leaning closer to where she stood.
"I think you're annoyingly intelligent. I think you're good at your job even though I argue with you and your team a lot. I think you're handsome but I would consider you more handsome if you weren't so bloody egotistical and arrogant. I think you're a good friend based on what Blaise has told me and despite your otherwise outward projection of unsympathetic behavior towards others, I think you actually really care what people think of you. Not in an arrogant way but in an insecure way that resulted from after the—"
Hermione clamped her hand over her mouth with a loud smack. Muffled words still came out but she thankfully stopped soon. With wide worried eyes, she glanced up at him and hoped he didn't hear what she was trying to not say. It was awkwardly silent between them, Malfoy must have drawn his conclusions but didn't look upset or bothered. Instead, his eyes resembled a scary mixture of determination and intrigue. Like a cat that just saw a mouse scamper into the corner, he was ready to pounce.
"Sorry, I-I didn't know that was all going to come out. It's my turn though so—"
"Ah, ah. I only asked you one question." He interrupted triumphantly.
"No, you asked two. You asked if I hated you—"
"No, no you naive little Griffyndor. I simply stated my assumptions, you answered that all on your own will. I only asked what you thought of me. So therefore I have another question." He explained and Hermione squinted, irritated that he outsmarted her and she didn't even notice.
"Snake." She insulted.
"You could learn something from me." He said darkly. A weird movement happened in her stomach as he held her stare. "When do you find me most handsome?"
Hermione sucked in a breath and wanted to call him an arrogant son of a bitch. Of course he'd focus his attention on the one tiny little complement of her long explanation. That bastard. But instead of throwing insults at him, the words came out of her mouth with no place to go but the air between them.
"I find you most handsome on the days when you aren't telling me my ideas for my department's spending are stupid and when you wear those bright navy suits. They make your eyes look like actual stars. Also when you smile. You have a very handsome smile." She tried to fight off the confession, her face going bright red with anger and embarrassment.
The smug bastard had the nerve to grin at her.
"If I didn't know any better, Granger, I'd say you have a crush on me." He said childishly. Hermione felt spiteful and fired the first question she could think of that would equally exploit him.
"Why did you and your girlfriend break up?"
Malfoy's smile slipped off his face. His jaw tightened but soon the words flew from his mouth.
"She was boring. Everything about her was boring; her hair, her eyes, her interests, her personality, the sex. She was the essence of a pureblood witch and wife and everything I never want in a woman." He said, his eyes widening as he went off. Malfoy suddenly looked like he was panting, trying so hard to keep it tougher and maintain composure.
Hermione blinked, unsure if she hallucinated his answer. The witch he was with was a gorgeous, French pureblood. Blonde hair, bright blue eyes, all legs and definitely could be a model. Nearly every wizards dream girl and yet, not good enough for Malfoy. She found herself wondering if his sentence about her not being anything he ever wanted also meant he didn't want a pure—
"Why did you and Weasley break up?" He fired back at her.
Hermione audibly gasped, and clenched her fists so hard she thought her palms were bleeding. She was ready to bite her tongue off but finally choked for air.
"We weren't mentally or sexually compatible. I need someone to not be my equal opposite and instead just my equal. And also someone to cater to my specific sexual needs and he couldn't deliver."
As soon as the words were said Malfoy's evil smile returned. The key just turned the lock and Hermione was fearful he was going to open the floodgates and hear everything.
Worriedly, she checked the time. They still had three bloody minutes. She knew she couldn't stall because then Malfoy would just spring rapid questions at her she'd be forced to answer. She lost no matter what, so her only card was to play even.
"Do you not want to marry a pureblood witch then?" She began, thinking of next questions to get him to reveal more of his inner shell.
"I don't care what blood status the witch is. I just don't want some by-the book, brainless servant as a wife." He replied, maybe a hint of embarrassment on his face. With intentful eyes, he looked down at her body again, then quickly asked his question. "Why couldn't Weasley satisfy your sexual needs?"
Hermione's nostrils flared as the answer erupted, her lungs trying their best to hold in a breath but the serum was still powerful.
"He was too impatient and didn't particularly…enjoy what I wanted. I like…incredibly long and…very…very…intense foreplay. He didn't want to do that, he wanted to just get right to the sex." Hermione felt pained and ashamed at her reveal, but when she looked at Malfoy, his mouth was slightly parted and his eyes hung low. A much different reaction than she would have expected. It almost appeared like he was…intrigued by her reply. Not in a ploy to make fun of her but in a way where he enjoyed what she explained. .
"What do you look for in a witch?" She asked, a bit breathless. The air suddenly felt warm.
"Physically, thick thighs and a nice arse. I like to be able to grab at her and feel her body. Golden brown eyes or deep green. A cute smile and a sweet laugh. Personality wise I prefer someone incredibly smart so we're able to discuss more topics like art or theory or science. I like a woman that is confident in herself but still wants me to care for her."
Hermione swallowed when his eyes traced over her thighs. She unconsciously shifted her weight, body flushing with heat as he openly gawked at her.
"Has Weasley or any man ever made you come?" He was quick with the question. Her body flashed with heat.
"No to both. Just me." Her reply was quicker. "That was a two part question." She pointed out. Malfoy simply shrugged and gave her permission to do the same. "In what ways do you like to care for a woman? Sexually and…normally while in a relationship?"
The tight coiling between Hermione's legs was aching. The sudden shift in their line of questioning was frantically arousing and there was a shameful amount of wetness pooling in her knickers. Malfoy looked flushed, either from holding back his secrets or hearing hers, she wasn't sure. But she quite enjoyed the sight.
"Normally, I'd like to spoil a witch. Give her the world like my father did for my mother. I want to be her caretaker for everything, make sure she never worries a day in her life. I'd do anything for the right woman." He said, then took a pause. A step was taken, a line crossed and the barrier erased. Hermione looked up at him from under her eyelashes, unable to deny how much she was getting off on his voice and the direction the truth revealing was going.
"Sexually." He all but hummed, his vocal chords rumbling low in this throat. "Sexually, I like to please. Over please even. I want a woman to be slick before I even touch her. I want her wetness dripping between her thighs before I even slide my cock into her. And when I do, her pleasure always comes first and for however long she wants it. I'm a generous lover…eager to please… happy to give and I'm always completely and entirely at her mercy."
Hermione's bottom lip trembled as she rebased a wavering breath. Her cunt was throbbing on air and her body trembled with a shudder. She was dying to ask more, needing heavy detail and more specifics, but it was his turn.
"What does it take for you to come, Granger?"
There was no need to say her name like that, like a purr. The consonants vibrated like a low growl, Hermione's eyes lightly fluttered and she swallowed.
"I-I need to be teased. I need s-someone to touch me softly then grope me until I'm withering, whispering dirty words to me as they take control. I need hands all over my skin, touching…worshiping, but never giving me what I want. I-I like to be slick, I like the feeling of dripping on the bed before I'm even given what I want. I—I like being edged."
Hermione gulped when she peered up at him. He was closer than she remembered him being. Somewhere in her breathy confession, he had moved to stand right in front of her. She could see the shadows of his eyelashes on his cheeks and the small fluttering of his jaw as he grinned his teeth together. The expanded black pupils of his eyes made her feel like she was falling down a forbidden trail and his scent, Merlin, his cologne made her navel twitch.
He smelled like leather bound books and fresh parchment. Intoxicating.
"Do you—" She swallowed the lump in her throat and took a step forward. In that moment, there was a pulsing insatiable curiosity inside her. She had to ask, she needed to know if this was affecting him as much as her. She'd place a bet that it was, but hearing his words would do more, so much more for her.
"Did you like hearing that about me, Malfoy?" Hermione intentionally changed her voice, the lightness mimicking the teasing atmosphere between them.
A desperate exhale was released. His eyes gravitated towards her lips and he swayed closer.
"Yes." He responded but didn't waste any time. "Did my words about my sexual preferences make you wet, Granger?" His voice was quiet and she bit her lip to suppress a pathetic whimper.
"Yes." Hermione could feel the heat radiating off his body, mixing with hers. "Did my words make you hard?"
His large hand suddenly grasped hers and he guided it down his front. Hermione's thighs clenched when he made her palm his large erection through his trousers. He was thick and straining against the fabric, her nipples hardened as she felt him.
"Obviously." He said, rubbing her hand slowly over him. His eyes were nearly shut, but under his long lashes, she saw the gray of his eyes completely focused on her. "Can I make you come tonight?"
Hermione didn't stop the moan, she let it pass her lips and brush into his mouth as she reached forward and mumbled her answer into his lips.
"Yes, yes gods please."
His hands wrapped around her body instantaneously. Palms sliding over her arse, grinding her body harshly into his hips to feel the thickness hiding in his trousers. Hermione sighed at the heavenly taste of his tongue diving in her mouth and the pressure of their bodies. The burn between her legs was already uncomfortable and she had no shame when she pulled away from his lips to ask him another question.
"Will you take me to yours?" She panted, fists gripping his perfectly ironed shirt.
Malfoy gave a lazy smile, his answer, then disapparated them from the party.
Hermione didn't have time to observe her surroundings. The room they were in was dark, the only source of light coming from the moon of his wide window. The night casted soft shadows over his face, contrasting his aggressive hands and movements.
Malfoy encircled her with his arms, Hermione hands clinging to his chest and shoulders. His lips dragged over her neck, the tip of his soft tongue barely running up her jugular. She rutted her hips into his, desperate for friction and release, her knickers barely sliding where she needed it. When he nibbled his way up to her ear, he hotly whispered his demands.
"Take your clothes off, sit on the bed. Leave your knickers on."
A tiny noise that sounded like a satisfied groan rumbled in her throat. Malfoy stepped away , letting her comply with his orders. She could make out the traces of his eyes, half his face shielded in darkness. But the emotion over his face was undeniably clear. There was only raw and powerful lust behind his powerful gaze.
Hermione carefully removed her jumper, heart beating out of her chest when she displayed her choice of lingerie for the night. A dainty black bralette, totally lace, allowing any onlookers to see her dark pink and hardened nipples. She shrugged off her jeans, carefully peeling them away from her knickers then stood alone in her matching set.
When she reached behind her back, her eyes found him.
"Will you take it off for me?" She asked him, her chest heaving air.
"Is that what you'd like?" He returned, a sweet grin forming at the corner of his mouth. Hermione slowly nodded, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth when he stepped directly up to her. Her neck tilted back at an award angle from his towering height, but she soon found his lips hovering over hers, just a hair away. Strong fingers found the clasp, and with one hand, Malfoy unclipped her bralette. His fingertips traced over the straps before finally pulling it away.
Hermione's eyes closed when she could feel the ghost of a touch over her nipples. His thumbs barely touched the pebbled skin, but it was enough to make her inhale loudly and delicately sigh at the attention. Malfoy's eyes went wide, nearly mad with excitement.
"I'm barely touching you Granger." He noted. "How are you going to act when I finally give you everything?"
Hermione lifted her head back straight, and opened her eyes to send him a challenging look.
"Why don't you actually do something and find out?"
Malfoy's eyes lit up, satisfied with her sassy remarks and ready to make her rue her words. If she wanted to be teased, he'd do his worst. He'd have her begging for him, demanding he push his cock into her until he rubbed her farthest wall. He'd make her remember who's name she'd be screaming tonight and regret trying to test him.
Malfoy slammed his mouth over hers, walking her body back until she sat on the bed with a bounce. Her legs tried to wrap around his waist, but he harshly grabbed her fleshy thighs and held her down.
"Mmm. Already so eager. Want something from me?" He said lightly, pulling his mouth away from hers to look at her slick and swollen lips. She didn't respond, her brown eyes silently begged him to touch her but were anxious to see what he was going to do.
Malfoy lowered himself to his knees, quickly removing his shirt then slowly parted her thighs. Resting back on his heels, he took one leg and began rubbing his hands over her calf while softly pecking her skin.
"I can give you what you want, Granger, everything you need, if you just sit still. Can you do that for me?" He tested, teeth lightly biting at her muscle. She winced with a hiss, body jolting in surprise at the bite. Malfoy raised his eyebrows, showing his doubts that she'll be able to comply.
Entranced by the way he softly spoke, Hermione felt compelled to prove to him she was dedicated. With one simple act, she would show him she trusted him with her body and would follow his directions, as long as he fulfilled her needs. So she slid her hands underneath her bum and went entirely still, brown eyes patient and waiting for his next move.
Malfoy's eyes rounded with delight and his skin prickled with a shiver. His cock felt too heavy in his trousers, almost painfully restrained. But with the persuadable witch sitting so nice for him, it was time to put his needs aside and provide the care Hermione craved.
"Good, so good, Hermione." He praised, kissing up her thighs while she looked down at him. The sound of her name coming from his lips made her cunt clench. It sounded melodic. "Smell fucking delicious. I can't wait to taste your cunt."
Hermione's head slightly tilted back, his words twisting over her body and directly sliding into her was barely detectable moan the fell from her lips, but Malfoy heard and grinned into her thighs at her small reaction. His hands massaged her muscles, thumbs pushing into tender skin, relieving it of tension and tightness while his lips dished out hot, wet kisses.
"I can feel how hot you are from here. Fuck Granger." He groaned, licking a long stripe from her thigh to the crease of where her legs ended and mound began, just on the outskirts of her knickers. Her legs automatically shook and she whimpered. Her fingers clutched the sheets from under her bum.
"Do you want more?" He asked, face moving directly in front of her cunt, his wide hands still massaging her legs.
"Yes." She automatically replied, spreading her legs just a fraction more.
"How badly do you want it?" He planted a single kiss over her covered mound.
"So—so much, Draco, I—please, I need more." She asked, trying her hardest to not grab his face and smash it between her thighs.
Satisfied with her begging, Draco opened his lips and kissed her cunt over her knickers. It was like he was kissing her actually on the lips, dropping his jaw, using his tongue to coax more from her. The rough feeling of his tongue in front of her knickers made her moan loudly, and against her will, she scooted forward into his mouth.
But just as soon as she found more of his mouth, he quickly sat back and raised up to face her with a devil-like grin, though his eyes held something primal behind them.
"Naughty girl. Can't follow instructions?" The words were uttered disappointedly. Hermione whined when he also removed his hands from her legs and rested them beside her hips.
"No I-it was just an accident." She pleaded softly, hips slowly gyrating into the mattress.
"Accidents are a result of carelessness. I think you need to learn to better control yourself." His hands came up, holding her face and bringing her closer until their lips nearly brushed. Hermione was panting and again accidentally tried to move her body closer, attempting to rub against him, feel him, literally get anything from him. Anything to soothe the wet ache between her legs.
Draco's eyes flashed down to her hips then darted back up. He began tutting, she was being scolded but it sent a fire straight to her core.
"Oh Hermione." He said, breath warm and tantalizing over her face. She sighed deeply, inhaling his smell. "How can I trust you'll be good for me?"
It was unclear if she was still under the effects of the truth serum. She thought enough time had passed but there was no way to be sure. Either way, she answered with unmistakable honesty and clarity as if the potion was still highly potent.
"Punish me." She stated, with absolute certainty. "I can be good."
The whispered words almost made him abandon his plans for her. His cock bounced in his pants and the scorching need to take her right now was entirely too great. But Malfoy was stronger than his urges, he needed to please before he could get himself off.
"Crawl up the bed then. Get on your knees, face the wall."
Hermione scrambled back, then swiftly rose to her knees and turned around. Hands braced the wall, back straighted and arse on display. Her corse was trembling with anticipation.
Malfoy stood, palming his erection and gently squeezing himself to do away with some of the tight strain. He came to the side of his bed, eyes taking in her mostly naked figure patiently kneeling. He leaned one knee on the bed and Hermione's breath hitched when she felt gentle fingertips move her hair to the front of her body, exposing her back to him. Those same fingers traced the line of her spine, the barely there pressure enough to make goosebumps break out.
"I just want to please you, Hermione. Why must you be so defiant?" He asked kindly. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, a firm palm slapped directly over her left arse cheek. She gasped at the pain that quickly dissipated into pleasure. The hot feeling of blood rushing to the surface made her lean her forward against the cool wall.
He offered no relief, not soothing the skin with his addicting touches, or letting her feel his skin at all. She groaned in frustration but still kept herself from squirming.
"I didn't mean to." She replied pathetically, quickly exhaling.
Another harsh slap came down on her, now on her other arse cheek. She hissed, it was harder than the last and again, he did nothing to soothe her.
"Then why did you?" He leaned forward, pushing his nose into her hair to smell the flowery scents. Hermione reveled in the closeness, and the way his lips were right at her ear.
"Y-you're mouth was just…too good. I needed more."
He slapped upwards, hitting the heaviest part of her arse at the bottom. Malfoy roughly grabbed her cheek, fingers digging into the sensitive flesh that was blooming with his handprint. He preened at her dulcet whimpers, cock aching for her wet cunt.
"I told you I would give it all to you. All you had to do was follow directions and be patient." He did the same movement on her other cheek, delivering a sharp blow to the bottom of her arse while striking his hand upward. Hermione pressed her entire upper half into the wall, her tits pressed flat.
"I'm sorry. I can be good." She replied, hoping he wouldn't be upset as she grinded her arse back into his palm. He bounced the thick cheek up once, before delivering his final blow. The sound was sharp, skin slapping skin echoed in her ears.
"Do you promise?" He asked.
"Yes! I do, I promise. Please let me—I'll show you." She whined.
Malfoy quickly fisted her thong with both hands, right hand in back, left hand in the front. He pulled upward and moved the material around, the tension causing her thong to rub over her swollen clit. Hermione moaned, nearly falling over on her shaking thighs as he utilized her knickers for pleasure.
"Does that feel good?"
"Fuck—yes." She threw her head back, uncaring that she was grinding against the taut material. Malfoy wrapped the thong tighter around his fists, making the fabric hardly cut into her cunt and clit. She responded pleasantly, crying out in a few expletives and beautifully moving her hips into the movements.
Hermione suddenly grinded her hips fast, her slick lubricated the knickers, so it was easy to slide over and offered her the much needed relief she was chasing. She could bring herself to the edge, already delirious with how little she was getting but happy with how much she was aroused. With quick circles and thrusts, the heat in her stomach grew and she was unaware of how loudly she was moaning.
Sensing she was close, Draco smartly yanked her knickers down, taking away all pressure where she wanted it, leaving her bare and withering.
"No. No. No!" She cried, her chest was tight and her airways felt constricted. The pressure in her navel was still massive, lingering for a few seconds before it slowly calmed down. Hermione turned to give Draco sad and pleading eyes, but he had already moved on.
He unzipped his trousers and took his underwear off with them. His cock bobbed up as he freed it. He watched her face as he revealed himself, arrogance flowing through him as she gaped at his size. Pumping himself a few times, he kneeled with her on the bed and bent down to kiss her. One hand braced the curse of her arse, the other sliding up her back until he grabbed her neck. In tandem, his hands switched places, sliding up, moving down, like a pully system. Both hands needed to feel her exposed skin.
Hermione pushed her tongue into his mouth, craving his taste and breath. Her own hands tried to sneak down and feel him, but when he realized what she was attempting to do, he quickly wrapped his hands around her wrists.
"Here's what's going to happen." He panted, their chests touching, her hard nipples running over his pecks. "You're going to sit that pretty cunt on my face and I'm going to feast until I'm full."
Hermione moved into him like a magnet, but his arms kept her upright and he didn't allow her any access to his lovely lips.
"And you're also going to take me in your mouth."
A flutter moved inside her stomach, her eyes unwillingly glanced down between them, taking in his size again. Malfoy smirked and captured her lips in a slow and languid kiss, letting her feel all of him. He gave teasing licks before fully thrusting his tongue against hers. Hermione was putty and she tightened her thighs, wetness rubbing between them.
Draco pulled her mouth away then propped himself back against his pillows. With his hands on her hips and bright, excited gray eyes looking up at her, he began pushing her to turn and position herself over him. Hermione awkwardly pulled off her knickers before she swung her leg over and saddled his face.
She carefully lowered herself but couldn't sink all the way down. Draco held her hips, refusing her to selfishly grind her center over him. Knowing what she needed to do, Hermione leaned down and began her work. Tentative licks and kisses were placed up and down his shaft. The velvet skin tasted so good, but she'd be lying if she didn't admit that his size was intimidating.
Hermione was dripping down her thighs and Draco patiently waited for her to close her mouth around him, further teasing and holding out on her before he'd dive in.. She engulfed his cock with her mouth, taking him halfway down while sliding her spit over him with her hand. Draco moaned, the air hitting her center and making her twitch, but he held on tight to her and didn't let her get any closer to his mouth.
Pushing him down her throat until she could feel his tip at her tonsils, Hermione let out a surprised and relieved moan when she finally felt his tongue dip out to stroke her clit. She panted hard and quickly pulled him off to catch her breath but as soon as she did, Malfoy's tongue disappeared.
Returning her mouth to him, she sucked him in deeper, hoping he would give her more. Hermione tried her hardest, forcing him down while pursing her lips tightly. He filled every corner of her mouth and throat and his taste was as intoxicating as he was.
Malofy was working her over eagerly with his mouth, making lewd and slurping noises as he licked her up. Her thighs shook, center clenching as he rubbed his tongue over her clit.
"Your cunt is so pretty, Granger." He said as he slid two long fingers into the heat. She groaned, her throat contracting around his cock, causing Draco to slam his eyes shut and let out a gravelly noise. He thrusted his fingers slowly, tongue returning to lap at her juices.
"Tastes phenomenal." He mumbled, nibbling on her clit before encasing his lips around it. His fingers began thrusting faster and in response, Hermione bobbed her mouth over him quicker as well. Her hand stroked his base since she couldn't fit him in his entirety.
Her jaw was tired and near cramping, but when his fingers curled against her g spot, Hermione gasped, slightly choking on his cock then pressed her hips down against the pressure. She inadvertently grinded her clit into his nose and it sent a ripple of pleasure through her.
Malfoy continued wildly thrusting while eating her out. He held his fingers deep inside her, arm at an award angle but totally worth it when she moaned again, her mouth still full of his cock.
"Are you close?" He asked, one hand stroking over her arse. He felt her vaguely nod. "Do you want to come on my face?" His teeth scraped against her clit and she pulled off him, almost falling forward.
"Ah! Yes!" She whined, continuing to grind her hips rapidly into his fingers, waiting for his tongue to return. She sucked his swollen cock back into her mouth, whimpering and whining while still trying to provide for him. But Malfoy pushed her hips forward and down his body while reaching up to grab her face and pull her off of him.
He pushed her onto her back, eyes on fire, lips glistening with her juices and his breath smelling of her flavor. Her cunt was squeezing over and over, walls looking for something to grab and womb ready to be filled. Draco pinned her hips down with his, and held her wrists on the bed. She couldn't move, his weight too overbearing to even squirm. She loved and hated it all at once.
"You're not allowed to come unless it's on my cock." He explained forcefully. Hermione nodded, almost in tears, her face sweaty and flushed.
"Please, give it to me. I can't wait any longer—Draco I need you." She sobbed.
Quickly, Draco took a hold of himself, balancing his weight on one arm as he leaned down on his forearm. He slapped the head of his cock down on her clit a few times, chest filling with pride when she sucked in a breath through her teeth.
"How much do you want it?" He pushed his tip in, already meeting her resistance despite how wet and aroused she was.
"Draco please!" She wailed, her walls pulsing at the intrusion.
"Fuck, Hermione. Don't fight me." He groaned painfully.
"I'm not, I'm not trying—fuck you're big." She sighed, then spread her legs wider for him. Her thighs and hips not used to having a big presence trying to split her apart. She couldn't move her legs any wider, so instead, she brought them up around his hips and he finally pushed all the way inside her.
"Gods, yes. Perfect fucking cunt. So wet for me." He told her, and her cunt fluttered at the compliments. She was still teetering close to the edge. The teasing and building not being easy to hold off anymore. She was ready for the dam to break.
Draco thrusted deeply, holding her body close to his while kissing over her neck and chest.
"Love your body. Sexy…fucking fit…witch, gods Hermione." He groaned, pushing deeper into her, feeling her cervix against his tip.
Hermione tightened at the sensation, a sharp jab of pain in her stomach but she grabbed Draco tighter and focused on the pleasure of him filling her, stretching her walls and stroking her g spot.
"You feel…fuck…oh gods, amazing. You're—" Hermione cut herself off, a verberating moan ripped through her throat when he hugged her closer to his body, lifting her hips up so they were easier to thrust into her.
"Bloody squeezing me—I know you want to come." He mumbled, kissing her ear while panting.
"Yes." She said, her voice rising.
"Yeah? Do you want to come?"
"Yes, yes." She whined, his words stroking the fire that licked at her core.
"Tell me how much you need it." He ordered, his hips snapping into her hers.
"I need it— so bad." Hermione's hands clawed at his back, digging into the meat of his muscles.
"Tell me more."
The pulsing in her pussy was moving so fast, Draco wondered how long she could really prolong her orgasm. But he didn't want to know, he wanted to feel her gush over him.
"I, please let me come. Please Draco I've—I need—"
"Uhh, fuck yes. Come for me Hermione, let go." He softly cooed into her ear, finishing his sentence by dipping his tongue around her lobe. He thrusted quicker, pulling back up to watch her come undone. Hermione's eyes squinted closed and she threw her head back, body aching up and let her mouth fall open.
The fire exploded within, sending tingles racing through her body as her cunt contracted and released rhythmically. It was intense, and long, the twisting inside her holding for seconds before it released again. The result of the deprivation from earlier. She shook under him, unaware of anything other than his cock pressing into her and his lips on her skin.
"Dra—Draco fuck. I can't—I need to stop, I can't—" She mumbled incoherently, the power of her orgasm too much for her to handle when the head of him kept nudging her most sensitive wall.
"No, take it Hermione. I know you can." He said, still keeping his quick pace.
"I can't—"
"You will then." He said, shoving his tongue into her mouth, getting her to share a moan with him. "You'll come again, I can feel it."
His words were mixed with a mewling groan, eyes rolling back into his head as he felt the aftershocks of her orgams and the rebuilding of her next one. He grabbed her leg and threw it over his shoulder. The burn in her hamstring felt like nothing when his cock was stroking her at a new angle. Hermione jerked her hips up, hands fisting his hair, desperate for him to be closer.
"Fuck Draco!"
"That's it. I know you have another for me. You want it so bad." He said before kissing her deeply. He angled his thrusts so every push was slightly upwards, his movements in a small oval shape, helping to calmly stroke her g spot into a pleasant build as he slowed down.
"I—I do."
"There you go. I know what's best for you. I'll take care of you Hermione." Draco's words were cut off by her soft noises, either of pleasure from the sex or his promises. It didn't matter, it caused the same reaction from her; walls tightening and her stomach knotting with heat.
"Please. Help me get there, I want it." She begged, opening her eyes and seeing his intense stare on her. She gasped when one hand sunk down between them, thumb lightly brushing over her sensitive nub. Eyes rolled to the back of her head.
"Yes, keep going." Her breathing was growing erratic again. His thumb added pressure, tight little circles patterned over her clit.
"Come on, let me feel you. I have you. Let go." He urged her gently, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face as he continued thrusting. The outline of her full breasts bouncing drew him in deeper, his thrusts ending with him burying himself inside her to a hilt.
"Yes, right—yes, Draco! I'm-I'm gonna—"
"So good. Yes, Hermione gods—so good—"
Hermione wantonly rolled her hips until her orgasm shattered over her. She was drenched in sweat and her own liquids, thrusting her hips lazily as she rode her high. Draco blessedly stilled his hips and allowed her to fuck herself until it was over. Her hips bouncing off his, going at her own pace until the waves had subsided and her body was exhausted.
He slowly pulled out, basking in her hiss as she was still sensitive. He released her thigh and tried to lift her body, wanting her to turn. Hermione opened her eyes, still trying to catch her breath and came face to face with his shit eating grin.
"Turn over, please. We're not done yet." He explained and Hermione's stomach flipped.
"I-I don't know if I can come again—" She tried to warn him but he hushed her while corralling her body with his large biceps.
"It's okay, just relax and feel." He quietly said, kissing along her shoulder blades then moving to her neck. Draco looked down, seeing her round and supple arse perched up, waiting for him. Reaching over her head, he grabbed one of his pillows then lightly tapped her bum.
"Lift up." He requested and she did, allowing him to add elevation for her hips.
Draco crawled back over her, arms bracketing under the pillow under her head, hands finding hers and clasping them together. He guided his cock back inside her soaking heat, still amazed at how she was squeezing him like a vice even after her orgasms.
He began thrusting evenly, burying his head into the crux of her shoulder, lips seeking her sweaty skin. Hermione pushed her arse back against him, letting him go deeper.
"Fucking hell." He groaned. "You have the most perfect fucking cunt. So wet, just gripping me, gods—" His words broke off into another moan when she purposely clenched around him.
Hermione smiled at the sound, his lips still pressed into her ear, the vibrations echoing into her skin. His fingers clamped around hers, forearms flexing as he pushed against her arse. One of his hands moved down and wrapped around her midsection. Their bodies were fused together and Hermione couldn't deny that his skin felt wonderful on hers.
"Feel so good." He groaned, kissing her cheek then her neck. "Gonna make me come if you keep clenching like that."
She hummed in response, seemingly pleased with his words and did it purposely again. He hissed right at her ear then bit down on her lobe.
"Is that what you want? Huh? Want me to come? Fill you up?" He whispered, inadvertently causing her cunt to tighten around him again. A groaning whine left her throat when he picked up his pace.
"I—yes, gods, yes. I want to feel you come in me." She gasped when his other hand wrapped around her throat softly, turning her head so he could lean down and join their lips.
Draco's hips sped up, every thrust quicker and harder than the last. Hermione was moaning around his tongue, Draco's own desperate pants seeping into her mouth, their many tastes of him and her and each other mixing until it was one. She could feel him on the edge, her walls suffocating him, so she gripped him as hard as she could.
"Hermione–fuck you're–Ah! Gods!" He pulled away, hips stuttering as he shot his load and came inside her.
Hermione sighed at the feeling, the warmth spreading between her legs. Malfoy dug his face into her shoulder, hot lips pecking inconsistent kisses over her skin. He thrusted a few more times, holding himself deep inside her until he was fully spent and there was nothing left to give.
Hermione swallowed, catching her breath and laying still as he remained on top of her. His heavy breathing filled the silence, a sweaty forehead dropped to her back. She heard him huffy a laugh as he calmed down.
"Fucking hell–" He cut himself off, sliding himself out and collapsing beside her. She turned to look at him just as he hit the bed, a hand finding her cheek. He leaned forward, kissing her with a long patience, still struggling to catch his breath. Hermione whimpered at the feeling, the soft and slow motions of his lips helping her heart return to normal.
Draco slowly ended the kiss, his hand remaining on her face, thumb softly brushing over her cheekbone. They stared for a moment, both processing what they had just done and how they had got there. A smile broke her features, as did one on his. Soon they were madly grinning at each other, nearly laughing at how they ended up like this.
"Was it good for you?" She felt drawn to ask, letting it be her last question of the night.
"Unfathomably brilliant." He replied and she smiled at the praise. His thumb ran over her bottom lip, rubbing at the pouty flesh. "And for you?"
She didn't need the force of a truth serum to get her to answer honestly.
"Bloody perfect." She answered, elated to hear his chuckle and feel it pressed against her lips once more.
A/N: Meant this to be a valentines day treat but literally got so carried away and now i need to gargle holy water. Hope you enjoy! Pls let me know what you think and check out my other work as well! Thank you for the support!