Hermione
The Room of Requirement
January 6th 1996
Hermione's back was pressed up against a stone wall on the Seventh floor. The hallway was completely deserted.
Her pulse quickened as she heard the faint steps that she could only assume were Draco's. Straightening her posture, she clutched onto the squishy photo album her parents had gifted her for Christmas. Hermione had wanted to show Draco her plan for after break, and he requested she bring the album. Him wanting to know more about her life only made her chest ache in an addictive way.
His figure appeared on the far side of the corridor, tall and lean, wearing a white button down shirt, which she was starting to suspect, he knew she favored. Just seeing him in the flesh, with that air of confidence that she had previously detested but now roiled her insides, felt like bubbles in her head.
His expression remained serious as he approached, but she could see a flicker of light in his eyes as he steadied himself in front of her. He placed his hands in his pockets and rose his brows.
"So what's the plan Granger?" he asked, looking up and down the hallway.
"Did Theo see you leave?" she asked nervously. He shrugged.
"I took care of it," he assured her.
Hermione gave him a look. "He's going to start realizing you're drugging him with sleeping potion."
"He's getting the best sleep of his life," Draco scoffed, and Hermione returned a critical look. But before she could say anything further on the matter, he swooped in, taking her face swiftly, and kissed her.
She feared ever having to get into a real row with him. Everything became nothingness around her when he kissed her.
After a few, blissful moments, Draco inched his face away from hers, and with their faces close, tried to reassure the anxious Gryffindor once more.
"Once everyone is back, he won't be on my ass. I'll stop drugging him then." Draco reasoned.
Satisfied, she turned her attention to the bare wall in front of them, then looked back at Draco.
His eyes adjusted to what he was looking at, then something shifted behind his eyes, and his focus moved up and down the hall.
"Is this where your group would meet last year?" he asked, looking again at the bare wall. Hermione nodded.
"It's called the Room of Requirement," she said breathlessly, now clutching the photo album to her chest. "It's a room that becomes whatever the person in needs requires it to be."
His attention was fixed at the wall, his forehead became creased in thought, as if his mind was somewhere else for a moment, but then turned back to her.
"I've been testing it out and I think I've found an interesting place for us to um," Hermione blushed, flickering her eyes to Draco, "well where no one would find us"
Hermione then took three paces in front of the wall, not speaking a word. After she finished her third pass, a door formed in front of them.
"You have to walk by three times and think of what you need." Hermione explained, Draco's face in awe as the door appeared. "I was thinking about how I needed a place to hide something"
After another moment of Draco looking at the newly form door, he turned his gaze to Hermione. His awe didn't falter.
"You're brilliant," he declared, making her blush. Dipping her head low, she moved forward to open the door.
With a forceful push, the door gave way to an expansive room, as large as five Great Halls, with it's ceilings as high as the walls were wide. It made one wonder if the ceiling gave way to the night sky, or just went on for ever.
Piles of oddities were scattered in every direction, some stacks raising inexplicably high. Man made aisles had been formed between the stacks, revealing that others may have navigated this mammoth space before.
"I suppose we're not the first ones to have found this place," Draco muttered, his voice sounding soft in the enormous room. They both looked back as they heard the door close behind them.
"I wondered if it's possible that this room is a loop hole," Hermione theorized, "and perhaps a user can ask for a room to hide something specific, and would only see a fraction of this."
The two walked further into the room, both gaping at the different items placed haphazardly around. Hermione saw a large stack of brooms that likely were stashed as to not be confiscated. There were all sorts of odds and ends, most of which had no clear reason why anyone would need to hide them.
Draco became fixated on one item as they walked. It was a large cabinet that made him stop in his tracks. Hermione paused.
"This looks like something I've seen before," he said, walking closer to it. He opened the cabinet to investigate further, but found there was nothing inside.
Hermione watched him hungrily as he distractedly looked over the cabinet. She marveled at how his body could be so taught and attuned to everything around him. His crystal blue eyes that could be sharp and cruel, were now deep and inquisitive. His fingers moved around the wood of the cabinet, and it gave her mind ideas.
Eventually he tore his eyes away from the cabinet and met Hermione's stare. He held her eyes and she saw as his mood changed to something charged and serious.
Too nervous to hold his gaze any longer, she turned back to the path that would lead them towards her pre-planned destination. After a few steps, and around a bend of items that blocked the view, Hermione revealed a small clearing.
Nervously, Hermione walked out ahead and placed her photo album on a table that she had positioned in the middle of a space. She turned and gestured to what she had arranged.
"I saw some furniture while I was walking through, so I brought it to this clearing so that that we had a place to, um relax," Hermione explained, her eyes not meeting his. She was feeling suddenly very vulnerable and forward.
The layout was not suggestive, by any means. Really, all she had done was find a few couches and hovered them into sitting room type arrangement. For good measure she brought a table as well and a few mismatched chairs.
Hermione felt her skin prickling uncomfortably under her jumper. Perhaps she was being too suggestive. Her hand grabbed at the hem of her jumper sleeve.
When she looked up, she saw Draco looking at her from the entry way of their secret clearing. He was no more than a few steps away from her, but far enough to where she felt completely exposed to him.
His eyes blazed. The intensity was almost too much, but she held his stare all the same.
In two steps he was in front of her, and in a swift movement picked her up by the waist and brought her down to the couch that was just next to where she stood.
Hermione's pulse was racing, her breath was already bursting with short excited pants as he angled himself above her.
He watched her carefully, their bodies in a position that Hermione on at least one occasion had day dreamed about. She could tell from his look his mind was racing, and his eyes looked dark and full of need.
"Draco," she heard herself call out lustfully.
He let out a rattled growl and plunged into her, taking her mouth greedily with his.
His kiss felt desperate in a way that it never had before, but she reciprocated eagerly, clawing her hands into the back of his neck, dragging her fingers down his skin, reveling in knowing that they couldn't be discovered.
Draco pressed the length of his body firmly into hers as they lay there on the couch. Hermione felt the pressure of him against her, and it sent a throbbing feeling low in her belly.
Hermione's mind was silent in a way it never was. Instead, it was as if her body purely reacted out of instinct. She bit and pulled at his lip, making him shutter and then plunge back into her. Any previous restraint he had had with her was fading away.
She pulled him down into her, trying to smoother herself with him. She wanted to dissolve into him, to feel him completely against her. She then bucked her hips into his, and marveled at the sensation.
Parting from her, he let out a rattled breath near her ear. She looked up to him, feeling worried.
"Granger," he whispered against her cheek, sending chills down her spine. "we're going to need to pace ourselves here"
Her skin burned, and she felt her chest heave. She didn't want to pace herself. The sudden realization that she was there with him, alone… she didn't want to slow down.
Draco pulled them into an upright position on the couch, their bodies nearly on top of one another now. His eyes stared briefly at her chest that was heaving, and then back up to her face.
Slowly this time, he leaned in to her neck, lightly flicking his tongue against the fleshy part right under her ear. He tipped his head and bit gingerly against the skin.
Her hands had found his stomach. She pressed the palms of her hands against him, trying to find some semblance of control over what her body wanted to do.
His hands found the hem of her jumper. As he continued to excite her with his lips against her throat, he inched his hand under the material of her shirt, and began to glide up her bare stomach towards her chest.
This was new territory, Hermione thought nervously but eagerly, as his hand crept higher and higher towards the outline of her bra. When he reached it, he paused kissing her neck. She could feel him looking at her, making sure she was OK with him going further. Her head nodded ever so slightly.
His fingers creeped under the wire of her bra until his hand was up and over her right breast. Her hips rocked into nothingness at the sensation of him cupping her in one hand.
A faint brush of his thumb over her nipple sent a powerful pulse of pleasure through the entirety of her body. She squeezed her eyes tight and gasped as her nipple turned into a peak under his touch.
When she opened her eyes, she found him staring at her with a hot intensity. He continued to work his fingers over her breast, watching her as she reacted to each new touch. At times she would hungrily reach out to kiss him, but he held her at bay, making it clear he wanted to watch her reaction to him.
Hermione needed to do something to relieve the building pressure she was feeling from her center.
With his hand still on her breast, she moved herself closer to him, then with a hesitant movement, placed one leg over his waist, straddling him.
He watched her carefully as she did this, then slowly with drew his hand back from her shirt. With a smooth motion, he pulled her jumper over her head.
Despite her mind being blissfully fuzzy, reality hit her like the cold air in the Room of Requirement that she was half naked in front of Draco Malfoy.
Her breath came in quick pants. She looked down between their bodies, and then up at Draco, his body slightly slouched back against the cushions.
"Granger," he said hoarsely, looking at her body ravenously while moving a hand up her waist. He adjusted himself to sit straighter, and reached out for her face. "You're beautiful"
She felt herself blush as he dragged her face down, opening her mouth to his and slowly, intensely, kissing her in a way that felt like it had built up in him for weeks, if not months.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, urging her into him as they spent long overdue time just being able to kiss without fear of the outside world.
Hermione's hips began to unconsciously grind against Draco's as they continued to explore each other in the privacy of their hideaway. She realized at one point that he had become hard under her.
Before coming to the Room of Requirement that night, Hermione gave consideration to what may happen. The possibilities made her nervous, but in a way only Draco could do. There was a severely blurred line between nerves and excitement when it came to him.
She reasoned that any choice could become a mistake with time. But also not trusting ones self to explore something that felt right, well, that could be an even worse mistake. One that someone could look back on and regret for a lifetime.
Hermione considered all of this hazily as she continued to kiss Draco deeply, her core knowingly moving against the length of him. When his breath hitched, she felt a ripple of anticipation climb in her chest.
It was already decided in her mind, well before walking into the Room of Requirement that night, that if matters escalated towards sex, she wanted to take that step. She could not ignore that everything in her body and mind told her that she wanted to do this with Draco, and have him be her first.
Dutifully, and perhaps a bit sheepishly, she looked up a contraception charm earlier that day just to be cautious and performed it.
Moving her mouth away from his, she reached up to the top of his shirt and began undoing the buttons.
He stilled as her slightly shaky fingers began to undo the fine buttons of his oxford. His eyes trailed up to hers, but she was focused at the task at hand.
With his shirt fully unbuttoned, she took in his exposed chest and stomach. He was beautiful, Hermione thought. She traced a finger down the center of his chest, down towards his stomach. His skin glowed like white marble, as if he was a statue brought to life.
His hair was tousled, with several strands hanging low over his forehead. She could see a flush in his cheeks, color that she had almost never seen grace the features of his face.
Hermione leaned closer to him, pressing her chest against his skin which felt electrified. She pushed the shoulder of his shirt back, hoping to remove it from him completely but this action made him snap out of whatever trance he was in.
"Granger," he gulped, catching his breath, sitting upright and more alert. He continued to hold onto her, but he felt tense all of a sudden. His hands twitched against her waist.
It hit her like ice water that he just realized she wanted to have sex with him, and he decidedly stopped that from happening. Her whole body felt overheated with embarrassment.
Seeing the look of rejection on her face, he reached to her chin with seriousness engulfed in his features. He forced her to look him in the eyes.
"Believe me when I tell you," his voice sounded raw, his eyes glued to hers. "I want you so desperately right now."
Her core warmed and she reached to hold his face in a mirrored action of his.
"I want to do this Draco," she whispered close to him, feeling herself move tightly on top of him. He responded involuntarily with a bucking of his hips.
His eyes fluttered shut, but a moment later his head shook softly.
"Have you ever before?" he asked cautiously. By his tone, she thought he already knew the answer.
"No," she replied, trying to sound resolute.
Draco's mind was moving a million miles a minute. His hands clenched at her sides, and his hips would buck, but something in his mind was telling him no.
After a few moments of silence, Hermione still straddled atop him, she spoke.
"Have you?" she asked anxiously, also knowing the answer but not excited to hear it confirmed.
"Yes," he replied in a stony seriousness.
He let out another ragged sigh. She desperately searched his face that wouldn't look at her. There was sadness in his expression, and she felt helpless.
"I don't want you to regret your first time," he told her in a measured tone, his eyes flicking towards hers, then back away.
She moved herself to force his eyes back to hers. The crystal blue of his irises burned into her. "I want it to be you."
His left hand twitched against her side, which he then moved to his knee.
"You'll regret it. I'm absolutely sure you will," he said defeatedly, tearing his eyes away from hers.
Sensing an impending protest from Hermione, he took her face into his hand again.
"Lets give it some more time," he said, and saw how her posture crumbled in on itself, likely in self doubt. "Hermione, I just, if you ended up hating me for this, I don't know if I could forgive myself…"
The sound of her name against his lips gave her a thrill, but the sincerity of his words settled her. She found his eyes, and gave him a reassuring look.
"It's OK," she told him, letting a smile meet her lips.
Draco tensed under her, adjusting her on his lap more firmly. His eyes read hungry again.
"Has anyone made you come before?" he asked in a tone that made her body feel warm and tingly. She looked nervously at his face and shook her head no.
"Would it be an acceptable consolation prize if I made you come tonight?" he asked, his eyes dark, raking in her exposed chest. Wordlessly, her core throbbing, she nodded tentatively.
He reached up to her shoulder and slowly pushed the strap of her bra down her arm, loosening the coverage of it against her.
Straddled on top of him, her breasts were even with his face, and she could feel the start of hot breathes against her chest. Deliberately, he moved the bra aside, then with painstaking slowness, let his tongue move over her nipple.
The sensation took her by surprise, making her squeeze her thighs involuntary around his waist. Soft sounds of laughter came from below where he continued to move his tongue over her.
Her head tipped back in ecstasy, and Hermione thought that perhaps it was possible to orgasm from just this alone.
Suddenly, as if he had read her mind and was unsatisfied with arousing her through this means alone, he dragged her chin down to his mouth and plunged into her. In a swift movement, he guided them both down until they were side by side on the ancient couch.
Hermione felt his hands move down her stomach, making her body tense in anticipation.
"Is this OK?" he whispered, stilling his fingers over the button of her jeans. Her eyes were fiery on his, and she nodded.
The tensity of his look heightened as he undid the button. Angling his body, he moved himself closer to her, then brought his lips back to hers. It made Hermione's heart thud all the while ratcheting up the tautness of her core.
The zipper of her pants had been lowered, and she angled her hips side to side as he moved her pants down her legs. But he never stopped kissing her.
Draco's lips stilled over hers, his breath warm against her face. She felt herself pulling him in closer to her body by his neck, desperate to be enveloped by him.
His fingers moved deliberately under the top of her panties, causing her hips to gyrate forward. At a heavy, maddening pace, he brought his fingers lower until they moved directly over her core.
A low whimper radiated from her lips, still hovering inches from Draco's, as she felt his finger glide over her. The whimper was replaced with a low groan as his movements found an incredibly sensitive spot.
She could feel Draco watching her keenly as he moved his fingers over her. It dawned on her that she had become quite wet down there, which made her nervously shift under his touch.
"You feel incredible, Granger," his voice was raspy against her lips as he continued to work her.
Hermione was surprised he could look just as aroused as she felt. There was a building tension in his shoulders. Abruptly, he took her mouth with his, needing an outlet for the desire that was building.
He moved his finger up and over that sensitive part again, Hermione rocking her hips against his fingers as he did it. Her eyes were closed tight in pure bliss as she was taken over by this new, unearthly feeling.
Hovering his mouth over her lips, he paused for a moment while positioning his finger at her opening. With a measured pace, he moved his finger into her, so slow that she could feel her whole body clench around him.
His breath became even more ragged as he pushed further into her, feeling the wetness and her tighten around his finger. He dragged it out slowly, and then brought it back in. Hermione gripped at his shoulders as a shudder of pleasure roiled down her body.
He moved his long fingers inside her, and as he did, yet another spot that felt like concentrated bliss was discovered. A low moan signaled to Draco that he had another area to focus on, which he dutifully did. She felt a deep throb ache and pulse through her.
Hermione rocked her body against the finger inside her as his thumb found the sensitive part just outside her opening and worked that at the same time. She thought she was nearly about to come undone.
He stopped suddenly and moved away from her. Her eyes shot open, her mouth already forming a dispute, and she saw that he was moving his torso down her stomach, his face edging closer to her core.
She tensed up. If he was about to do what she thought he may be thinking about doing, she was a bit hesitant.
He looked up at her between her thighs, his fingers pulling aside her panty.
"You don't have to…" Hermione bleated out warily, her insides still so wound up, desperate for him to do something though.
"If you don't like it, you can tell me to stop," he said, with all of the confidence that he did not expect to be told to stop. He held her eyes until she nodded.
With her panty pulled to the side, she felt the warmth of his tongue creep between her folds and circle that same spot his thumb had just been in moments ago. This sensition was completely different, and her fingers grabbed at the sides of the couch.
His measured tongue strokes adjusted into a slight sucking against her sensitive nerve endings. A deep moan coursed through her lips.
"Do you want me to stop Granger?" Draco asked, looking up with what Hermione could only assume was a self assured grin. She couldn't tell though, her eyes were pulled tight in ecstasy.
"No," her voice sounded desperate.
With his mouth still on her most sensitive spot, he placed a finger back inside her, immediately locating the spot in her core that brought her to the edge.
"Oh my god," she cried out, becoming overwhelmed with the sensations. He moved his finger in and out, matching the rhythm with his mouth on her core. "Draco, I can't.. I"
Everything in her body felt like it couldn't take any more. Her brain was on fire, it couldn't comprehend what was happening to her. He put another finger in her tentatively, and she felt herself clench around his fingers once again.
His pace quickened, and her hips met his action. Quicker, his fingers moved in and out of her, hitting that spot over and over again, his mouth still expertly working around the lips of her opening.
Her hands twisted into the couch cushion. She couldn't keep herself quiet, now constantly moaning with each movement he made. Her hips began to buck more rapidly.
"Draco, I - " she couldn't find the words. He quickened his movements, hitting everything perfectly until she cried out as she came undone. Pops of light sparkled in her vision as her eyes slowly fluttered open, looking to find Draco.
Her core pulsated around his fingers that had slowed inside her. He lifted his head from where he was and found her face. Hermione could only imagine how wild she must look in that moment.
Watching him, deliberately moving his body up and over her with his strong arms, Hermione could not fathom how her feelings in that moment could possibly be normal. If this was normal, if this is what people could just experience at any given time, how could people get anything done, do anything other than this?
She was catching her breath as Draco angled himself next to her on the couch, pushing his arm under her shoulder and bringing his other arm around her front, holding her close.
Words were not coming to her as she felt him kiss her shoulders gingerly from behind.
His hand wrapped around her and moved lazily against her stomach, eventually tracing the line of her panties. His interests moved lower, and lingered just over her panties, which resulted in him caressing her nerve endings over thin fabric.
She was so sensitive, but it still felt good. Again, her body moved on her own accord, rocking her hips at his touch, pushing her backside into him. She could feel in her movements the hardness of his length.
Without thinking, she reached behind her and let her hand feel where it laid against his waist.
Draco hissed lightly at her touch. "You don't have to…"
She continued to let her fingers trace the outline of it against his pant. It was exciting that this was his body's response to her.
In his arms she twisted so she was now facing him. His eyes watched her, both with a hungriness, and a vague wariness. Her two hands came where his buckle was and began undoing it.
"Granger, I'm perfectly content with leaving things here…" he began, but she placed a soft kiss to his lips to silence him. She removed the buckle, unzipped the fly, and pushed the tops of his pants lower.
Realizing what she was about to do, she felt like she had to provide a disclaimer.
"I might not know what to do…" she said sheepishly, now looking up to him. He let out a humorless laugh.
"Granger," He kissed her lightly on the lips, "I don't think you'll have to do much at this point."
Her hand slipped under the band of his boxers, and a thrill hit her as she found his length. She moved her hand lower and then back up again, letting her fingers explore the tip.
Draco's hand clawed into her side. She moved her hand up and down again to find that he seemed to be responding to what she was doing.
"I'm not going to need much," he said raggedly into her neck, now bucking his hips against her hand.
Draco's breath was becoming frayed when in a sudden movement, he flipped her so she was straddling him again.
"Just grind against it," he said, gripping at her neck.
She pressed herself against him, just her panties and his boxers as barrier between them. She could feel him grind against that part of her that was building again.
She leaned down to his mouth as she continued to roll her core against his. His hands now deft against hips, holding her firmly against him, pushing himself into her at a rhythm.
His pace began to pick up, which only made her wind further and further towards another release. Her fingers were clawing against his neck, finding herself at a loss for how she was about to come undone again.
The friction against her already sensitive core built and built until it all came crashing down on her again. She he moaned throatily into Draco's ear, pulling him in closer to her chest. She felt at that same moment his fingers push her roughly against him, and then him growl into her chest as he shuddered.
They both remained in that position for several breaths, each taking great gulps of air, holding the other tightly against their own body.
Eventually Draco leaned down to his pant pocket and removed his wand. He pointed it towards them and removed the wetness that had come from his release.
He tossed his wand haphazardly to the side, and breathlessly looked up to Hermione.
"You are absolutely going to be the death of me…" he said wearily into her ravaged expression.
Her hand reached out and cupped his face. She kissed him softly not wanting to think about anything other than being there with him at that moment.
The two moved back to a laying position on the couch, Draco wrapping his arms around her once again, Hermione nestling herself in his arms facing him.
"I was thinking," Hermione spoke softly into the narrow space between their faces, "the students won't start coming back until around 10 am tomorrow. We could perhaps get away with…"
"I'm not going anywhere Granger," he said in a deep voice, arms tightening around her.
"Are you worried about Theo noticing?" she asked tentatively, cursing herself instantly for bringing up a reason for him to leave.
"I don't care," Draco replied airily, his eyes flickering closed in a serene way.
"I'm sure we can accio a blanket," Hermione smiled, angling her face up to his. His eyes opened as she moved and he gave her a rueful look.
"Make sure you accio a nice one. Some of this stuff looks suspect," he replied, adjusting himself to get even more comfortable with her in his arms.
"I'm not sure if anything will be up to your standards Lord Malfoy," Hermione teased playfully. He jostled her in his arms, making her squirm with laughter.
"I want to see your photo book too," Draco added almost sleepily, taking a deep breath in. When he let his breath release, it sounded as if he had never been more at ease than in that moment.
Note from author:
Thanks for reading so far! I know it took a while to build up to something a bit more substantial, so I hope it paid off :)
I'm working up to a twist in the story, so I would love to know any thoughts about how it's coming along up and to this point! I'm very curious to how it's being received.