Hello. Welcome.
Sit back, relax. Turn your device away so your mom doesn't see. Is she looking? No? Well, unfortunate for her.
Anyway, BS-ing aside, allow me to extend my gratitude for joining me on this wonderous ride. Your interest in my depraved creativity humbles me. As the summary states, this will be a large collection of Dramione one shots of varying lengths and plots (when there is one). For you see, dear reader, I have accidentally acquired a complete and utter Obsession with this ship in recent months, an Obsession that has essentially scraped my skull free of everything but its overwhelming presence. Any and all distractions are dealt with swiftly and ruthlessly, the Obsession intolerable and immovable of anything that threatens its place on the throne of my mushy brain. I considered a number of actual stories with real plots to aid me in curing the Obsession, but alas, nothing was enough. Thus, I have decided to (attempt to) appease it with this; what will essentially be me brain-vomiting every last trope and scenario my Dramione-obessesed mind could possibly come up with.
Do be aware, it is no exaggeration when I say that every single one shot in this book WILL contain smut of some level and nature, a few of which I know for a fact do not appeal to everyone. However, I will be putting warnings and small summaries before each chapter to let you know if it's something you'd be interested in, and if not, feel free to skip it. Since this will be a collection of one shots, you can do that and not miss anything.
Don't you worry your pretty, probably-much-more-stable-than-mine, head too much though. I'm a soft-hearted bitch at my core, so none of these will include any genuine toxic, abusive, or seriously dark scenarios, and most (if not all) will contain happy endings. Sorry if that's not what you were looking for, but I don't care to write stuff like that without good reason, and considering this work is basically a menagerie of my own self-serving fantasies, I certainly don't have any reason to include it here.
Now that all that's out of the way, I invite you to join me on this wonderful adventure as I attempt to purge myself of the Obsession. As of this moment, I've no idea how long this will be, and it will likely be updated sporadically, just so you know. But I hope you have as much fun reading these as I did writing them. After all, I'm just humble Dramione lover, and believe me when I say these one shots are just as much for me as they are for you.
Without further ado: starting us off with some semi-public fellatio.
It wasn't often that Draco Malfoy found himself genuinely caught off guard. After being more-or-less forced into a cult at sixteen, living under the same roof as a pasty, nose-lacking maniac, surviving a literal war, and years of auror training, it took significant effort to surprise him.
He supposed he really shouldn't be so shocked then, that the brightest witch, Golden Girl, and his girlfriend of two years was able to accomplish this with ease.
All Draco currently knew, was that one moment he was chatting idly with a couple of Pansy Parkinson's distant relatives whose names he could not for the life of him remember, the next he was being unceremoniously dragged from the ballroom. The party became a blur of dress robes and nondescript faces as he stumbled to keep up with Hermione's determined gait. The curly haired witch ignored his repeated calls of her name and demands to know what she was doing, opting instead to giggle mischievously and send him a saucy wink.
Draco blinked in confusion, but didn't have time to ponder her bizarre behavior as he suddenly found himself being pulled into an empty chamber that he vaguely remembered to be the Parkinson's east drawing room.
Barely had the door slammed shut behind them when Hermione pounced, her glossed lips attacking his with ferocity. Draco groaned into the kiss, all thoughts of the party melting away as he gripped his girlfriend by the waist. Hermione shoved her tongue into his mouth, allowing him to taste the lingering flavors of bruschetta and - oh.
Tequila, of course. That explained it.
Alcohol tended to have varied effects on Hermione, but for some reason, tequila in particular made her incredibly randy. And knowing Pansy, Draco could only imagine how many shots his childhood friend had coerced Hermione into drinking with her. Well, he certainly wasn't going to complain, although he was sure he'd be brewing extra hangover draught in the morning.
Hermione's impatient lips on Draco's neck pushed such thoughts out of his head, and he tugged at the little gold dress she was wearing. The flimsy straps were yanked down, exposing her bare breasts to the air.
"Ah!" Hermione nearly buckled in his hold as he pulled at one hard nipple and encased the other in his teeth. Draco growled as he pushed her away from the door and turned them sharply, nearly knocking over a gaudy floor lamp in his mission to press her against the wall.
The blond continued his assault on her breasts, licking, kneading, and biting his way up her chest, uncaring if he left bruises in his wake. He loved leaving his marks on her.
"Mm…oh…Draco!" Hermione moaned, throwing her head back.
"Shh…quiet Granger," Draco whispered as he nipped her earlobe. "Pansy will skin us both if she finds us doing salacious things at her engagement party."
"You could lock and silence the room," Hermione breathed with an arched brow.
Draco smirked in a way that made her insides knot with desire. "Where's the fun in that?" the sneaky Slytherin murmured against her lips.
Tongues entangled, clothes were disheveled, and Draco's carefully styled hair was raked askew by Hermione's manicured nails. The blond gave a slight huff of surprise when she delivered a playful swat to his arse. Upon pulling back to send her a reproachful glance, Hermione only winked impishly.
Suddenly, the tipsy Gryffindor was on her knees before him and tugging at his belt. Draco groaned, tilting his head back as she took his cock out and began fondling it with practiced ease.
"Gods…fuck yes," he panted as Hermione lapped at the tip, staring up at him with her big brown eyes with feigned innocence that she knew drove him crazy.
"Your mouth – fuck Granger, put it in your mouth," Draco demanded breathlessly. Hermione gave a tiny triumphant smile before complying, wrapping her lips around the head and sucking as though he were a sweet lolly for her to enjoy.
Draco hissed through his teeth, bracing one hand on the wall behind her and tangling the other in her hair. The bright little witch smirked a little, pride bubbling in her chest.
She loved watching him come apart for her, adored making him lose control with nothing but her tongue. Her teenage self would have been appalled, her inner feminist balking at the mere idea of giving out blowjobs somehow making one feel powerful.
But they did, Hermione had come to realize.
But only when she gave them to Draco Malfoy.
As Draco grew impatient with her teasing suckles, the hand in her hair grasped the back of her head in a careful but firm hold. Hermione relaxed her jaw as he gave several shallow thrusts into her mouth, urging her to take him deeper. Her eyes watered as she suppressed her gag reflex, nails digging into his hips when his cock touched the back of her throat.
"Fuck," Draco swore, biting down on his lower lip. "That's it, love. Take it all in that pretty, hot mouth of yours."
Hermione shuddered, his filthy words causing the pool of heat in her abdomen to intensify. As she swallowed around him, making him groan aloud, she couldn't resist reaching down to rub her aching clit.
"Hermio – fuck! I'm gonna come. Gonna pour my seed down your throat…" Draco panted, eyes going out of focus as he gave a few last quick thrusts into her mouth before throwing his head back with a choked gasp.
Hermione moaned as his warm release coated her tongue and spilled down her throat, which she swallowed eagerly.
Draco withdrew his cock with a shudder, breathing heavily as he ran his fingers lovingly through her curls. Hermione licked the remains of him from her lips and stood, pressing a chaste kiss to his mouth.
"Done already?" she purred challengingly.
Draco met her smirk with one of his own, cupping her jaw as he leveled her with a heated look. "Never."
Their lips had barely touched when the door to the drawing room burst open, causing both occupants to jump.
"Aha! I knew it! Theo, you owe me twenty galleons!" Blaise Zabini shouted triumphantly.
The handsome Italian folded his arms and leaned against the door frame with a smug look. "Two years and you two still can't keep your hands off each other. Maybe I should find someone to be my sworn enemy for seven years if this is the result of that kind of sexual tension."
"Fuck off, Blaise!" Draco snarled as he angled himself in front of Hermione so she could hurriedly pulled her dress back up.
"What are you so embarrassed about? This is like the-" Blaise paused to count on his fingers, "-eighth time I've caught you two canoodling at some kind of public event."
"Canoodling? What is this, third year? And maybe you wouldn't have to endure catching us if you would mind your own damn business!" Draco snapped as he tucked himself away.
Blaise's reply was cut off as a familiar figure came up behind him.
The entire manor was then promptly filled with the indignant screech of Pansy Parkinson.
"DRACO! AT MY ENGAGEMENT PARTY!?"
So I've written smut before on multiple occasions, but this is my first time sharing it, online or otherwise, so feedback and constructive criticism are greatly appreciated.
