This one-shot is a result of my head getting too big for my body after a Twitter drabble. This is my FIRST EVER attempt at writing fanfic, so please feel free to critique and offer suggestions for next time in the comments!
"I cannot believe you're acting this way. You have no reason to be jealous," Hermione spat.
"I'm not jealous," Draco said cooly, stepping closer to crowd her against the wall.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Fine then. Have it your way," she grumbled as she attempted to sidestep him.
"No, Granger. I can't have it my way, can I?" He smirked, caging her between his arms. "If I had it my way, you wouldn't be here at all, let alone with him. You'd be over my lap, screaming my name while I teach you what happens when you roll your eyes at me."
Hermione's breath left her lungs in a shudder. Her body went limp against the wall as she tried desperately to swallow against the anxiety closing her airway.
"So no, I'm not jealous. I'm furious," Draco snarled, fisting the hair at the nape of her neck to force her eyes to meet his.
Hermione whined as she greedily sucked in air, the low keen escaping her lips before she could grasp it. Draco's smirk returned as the hand not holding her head in place slowly trailed up her leg, long fingers sliding easily through the slit in her dress to ghost over her outer thigh.
"Protego," she gasped, pushing both her hands out in lieu of a wand. The pale blue shield immediately sent Draco reeling backwards, the momentary surprise in his eyes quickly overshadowed by rage.
"What the fuck, Granger?" He snarled.
"That's not fair! You don't get to speak to me that way anymore. You ended this, Malfoy," she said.
He flinched so slightly at the sound of his surname that she may have missed it had she not been staring intently into his eyes. Her own were beginning to sting with the threat of tears. "You're being selfish," she whispered.
Hermione straightened her dress as she let the shield fall, keen to make a swift getaway to the loo before she began to cry in earnest. She couldn't bear to let him see her cry again. Couldn't bear his cold glare as she fell to pieces at his feet.
"Hermione, please," he whispered.
Her steps faltered as she turned slightly to face him again. Without the shimmering glow of the shield, she could see the purple smudges under his eyes, the seemingly permanent downturn at the corners of his mouth. He looked miserable when he wasn't putting on a performance.
She chose not to respond and stood still. She wouldn't give him the words, only the opportunity to say them. As if sensing her decision, Draco cleared his throat and took a tentative step forward. "I never wanted to," he began. "I never wanted to leave you - to lose you."
"Then why did you?" She asked.
"Because I couldn't hurt you any longer. I couldn't watch you crumple under the weight of keeping us a secret. I couldn't let you sneak around and reject perfectly suitable men in favour of someone so wholly unworthy of you."
"That wasn't your choice to make."
"I know," he sighed. "I know, and I'm so sorry. I want you more than anything or anyone, and if I wanted you less maybe I could have held on tighter, but I care about you too much to be the person to drag you down."
"Then don't drag me down," she said lightly.
"Granger, I'm a disease for your campaign. My reputation will tarnish the Golden Girl until she's nothing more than a forgotten heirloom. I can't do it. I won't ruin your life"
"You already have!" She screeched, louder than intended. Her anger had begun to boil over, and she glanced quickly around to ensure the corridor was empty before pulling Draco into the nearest loo. After throwing up several privacy and silencing charms, she whirled on him.
"You don't get to make any more bloody decisions for me, Malfoy! I'm not a child! I'm the potential next Minister for Magic, and you're - what? - concerned that your pathetic attempt at being a Death Eater 10 years ago will somehow capsize my campaign?" She fumed, pacing the length of the sinks.
Draco's eyes widened word by word until he stared agape at the end of her tirade. "What would you have me do, Granger?" He asked.
"Right now or in the future?" She replied hotly.
"The future," he shrugged.
"Get over yourself and stand by my side. I don't need you to protect me, and I don't want to be with someone so insecure he cannot see past his own fear," she said, eyes blazing. "I want a partner. I've wanted you to be that partner for the last year and a half."
Draco seemed to battle internally with himself over whether to be hurt by her words or proud of her declaration. Deciding on the latter, he reached for her hands and brought them slowly to his mouth. "And what about right now?"
"What?"
"You asked right now or in the future. You told me what you wanted of the future, and I will respond in kind, but I first need to know what you want right now."
Hermione looked down at his lips against her knuckles, dragging her eyes up to meet his. She knew what she meant when she said 'right now.' She knew that he knew the moment she warded the door. She didn't need to say it. "You," she breathed, pulling him forward by his hands to propel his mouth towards hers.
Their lips met in a clash of teeth, her hands a frenzy to untangle from his and root themselves in his hair. He used one hand to grasp her hip as he guided her backwards against the sink, his other cupping the side of her jaw to deepen the kiss with slightly more control.
They were so good at this. So good at the sensing, the touching, the feeling of one another as his desire for dominance matched hers for submission. She gasped as her bum hit the cold porcelain of the sink, and she pulled him in to press their bodies closer, closer, closer. He easily took control and lifted her onto the sink one-armed and slotted himself between her knees. "I've missed you," he whispered against the skin of her neck as he trailed kisses from her mouth to her shoulder.
"I've missed this," he groaned as his tongue trailed across her clavicle towards the other shoulder.
"You're everything," he chanted against her skin as his teeth grazed the juncture of her neck and her shoulder, his hands sliding easily under the silk of her dress to pool it in her lap.
She pulled his face back to hers and thrust her tongue into his mouth without preamble, tasting the salt of her own skin mixed with the firewhisky he'd be nursing throughout the night. "Tell me what you want, love," he said, breaking the kiss to press his forehead against hers as he searched her eyes.
"You you you," she panted, untucking at his shirt and clawing at his belt.
He grabbed both of her hands in one of his and pulled them up to her chest. "No touching unless I allow it."
She nodded. He was back in control, back into the roles they loved to play in the scenes they built together. "Now use your words. Tell me what you want, pet."
Her breathing grew somehow more erratic as she panted, "your mouth - hands - me."
"Articulate. I don't want to ruin this dress by punishing you."
She paused for a moment, taking in the heat of his eyes and the warmth of his chest so close to hers. "Kneel," she said.
His eyes flashed slightly at the command, but he obeyed, keeping one hand on her hip and the other holding her wrists just tight enough to remind her who was in control. He raised his eyebrows and cocked his head slightly, encouraging her to continue.
"Eat," she commanded.
His grin threatened to split his face as he released her hands. "Lift yourself," he replied, sliding her knickers over her bum when she complied and slowly pulling them down the length of her legs.
"Relax," he said, and she lowered herself back to seated on the sink. "Keep your hands at your sides and your legs spread. If you touch me, I will stop."
He gripped her bum to tilt her hips up towards his waiting mouth. He breathed lightly where she wanted him more than anything, teasing her as he redirected his kisses down her left inner thigh. She couldn't help the whine that escaped her as he slowly trailed his mouth back up, and the noise that followed was nearly feral as he passed over her center to kiss down and up the other leg.
He dug his nails into her skin in warning, and he lazily lifted his eyes to hers as he leaned in to kiss her slowly, reverently, as though he had all of the time in the world. She groaned loudly and struggled to keep still as he tongue slid in and out of her.
His tongue continued a rhythm of slowly circling her clit once, twice, before dipping down and entering her. Again and again he brought her closer to the brink.
Hermione's legs lifted to his shoulders of their own accord when he hummed around her clit. Her back began to arch in earnest, and he took her new position in stride. Palming her entire backside with one hand, Draco began to tease her entrance with his fingers. He circled her lips and spread the wetness around, around before plunging one long finger inside. She gasped loudly and threw her head back at the new sensation as he circled his finger in time with his tongue. He added another and her hips jolted involuntarily as she began to crest, causing him to open his eyes and lift his head to look at her.
He removed his fingers from her core and brought them up to her mouth. "Taste yourself," he commanded.
She whimpered at the loss but obeyed greedily, sucking his fingers into her mouth and licking every remnant of her from his fingers. "Now give it back," he growled, surging forward to capture her lips.
His tongue slid through every corner of her mouth, cleansing her of her own taste and sanity. His fingers plunged back into her and curled forward to find that spot he knew by instinct. Hermione's hands shook as she reached again for his belt, but she was met with a warning smack on her clit that choked a ragged moan from her throat.
"Is that what you want, pet?" Draco asked, one hand holding her throat as his thumb moved to circle her clit while his fingers lazily pumped into her. "You want my cock to fill you up?"
She nodded frantically, warring with herself to keep her hands at her sides. "Then ask, darling, do not grab," he warned, stepping back from her.
Hermione steadied herself on the sink and attempted to calm her breathing. His hands paused at his belt buckle as if waiting for her permission. "Please, Draco. Please. Stop teasing," she pleaded. "Give me you - all of you."
Her consent was a buffet to a starving man. He quickly removed his robes, toed off his dress shoes, and stepped out of his trousers. He palmed himself lightly through the briefs that seemed to be straining at the seams as he approached her again. "I'm yours. All of me," he said softly, slanting his lips over hers again.
His kiss was slower this time, more passionate. They both groaned as he slotted himself between her thighs again, rubbing his covered length against her sensitive flesh. Scene broken, Hermione quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. Draco delicately pulled Hermione's dress up over her shoulders, wordlessly sending it to the vanity with a folding charm. He paused before moving in to kiss her again as he trailed his eyes up and over her body reverently.
Hermione reached up to cradle his chin and smiled softly when his eyes met hers again. She pulled him back down for a kiss, trying to put every emotion she felt into the way her lips pressed gently against his. Her hand left his face to trail down his chest, tracing the lines of old scars making a path down his abdomen. She palmed him lightly through the fabric, and he gripped her in earnest as his tongue reentered her mouth at the same moment her hand slipped below the waistband.
His moan echoed throughout the restroom like a siren's call. Spurned on by his encouragement, Hermione pumped him slowly, twisting at the end the way she knew he wanted. She pulled back from his mouth to look him in the eye as she removed her hand from his pants to slowly lick her palm. His pupils dilated as he watched her thoroughly wet her palm before returning it to his waiting cock. Three more pumps was all she was permitted before Draco hastily removed her hand from him and shed his briefs.
Unencumbered by his underthings no longer, Draco lifted Hermione from the sink and swiftly dropped her onto his rigid length. She screamed out in pleasure at the sudden intrusion, shocked to be so suddenly full of him again after so long.
Draco froze at her scream, eyes thoroughly scanning her face. "Shit, I'm so sorry - I don't know what came over me."
"It's okay, it's perfect," she breathed, leaning forward to rest her head on his shoulder. "Just give me a minute to adjust."
Hermione rotated her hips slowly to reacclimate to his size. It had alway been a tight fit, but after months of no contact her body seemed to try and fill every gap he left behind. Draco's eyes rolled back and he inhaled sharply through his nose. "Fuck Hermione, you're so tight," he whined, the slight friction she created loosening his grip on his control.
It didn't take long for her body to catch up to her arousal. Hermione dug her thighs into his hips and raised herself slightly and dropped back down. "Move, Draco," she begged.
He shrugged her head off of his shoulder to capture her eyes once more. At her nod of consent he spun them towards the wall and began a punishing pace. Hermione's moans of pleasure bounced off the tiled walls, and her nails dug into his shoulders as her head slammed backwards against the wall.
He continued a steady pace, slamming into her body repeatedly without breaking rhythm. The initial pain of his body stretching hers ebbed away as he brought her closer and closer to the edge again. She sobbed in ecstasy when he brought his hand between them again to massage her clit in time with his thrusts. "Is this what you wanted, love?" Draco asked, smiling as she writhed against him.
"Yes, Draco, yes," she keened. "Always you. Always want you."
He slid his other hand down her back, thumb trailing the line of her spine. Hermione's eyes widened slightly as his hand moved closer towards her bum. He pressed the pad of his middle finger firmly against her hole, but did not press inside. The hard pressure of one finger on her hole, the long strokes within her core, and the delicate ministrations on her clit had Hermione shaking so violently she feared she would fall. "God I've missed this," Draco growled on a thrust.
"Every day I've missed this."
Thrust.
"For one year."
Thrust.
"Seven months."
Thrust.
"Eleven days."
Thrust.
"And sixteen hours."
Thrust.
"I have loved you."
Thrust.
Hermione came with white light behind her eyelids and her skull pressed firmly against the cold tile. Her moans ratcheted into a silent scream as she continued to crest again and again. Her walls pulsed wildly around his cock, bringing Draco to orgasm in time with hers. He groaned as he filled her, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he slowed his thrusts.
His arms wrapped around her body and held her so close she could feel his heartbeat against her own. He turned them around so that he could use the wall for leverage as he lowered them both to the floor. Hermione could feel him slowly softening inside of her, both of their fluids mingling as they dripped out of her into his lap.
She pushed back to look into Draco's eyes. They were bright despite the haze she know they both felt in their bones. "You love me," she said.
"I do," he replied.
"Then don't leave me again," she demanded.
He smiled softly, cupping her face and brushing his thumb along her swollen lips. "Never again," he said and kissed her chastely.
They quickly cleaned themselves and cast a contraceptive spell. Hermione smiled to herself as she watched Draco dress, a relaxed grin on his face. Once dressed and righted with a few charms, they emerged from the bathroom hand in hand to head back to the fundraising gala.
Not four steps into the hallway, Draco and Hermione were face to face with Ron Weasley and Harry Potter.
"Where the fuck have you been for the last hour, 'Mione? We've been looking all over for you!" Ron shouted.
"I was busy, Ronald," Hermione replied calmly.
"Doing what? And with the ferret?" Ron questioned.
Ron's face turned so red it neared purple once he noticed Hermione's hand in Draco's, his thumb brushing softly along her knuckles. "What the fuck is this?" He screamed.
"This," Draco said. "Was what she's been doing for the last hour, Weasley."