So, here's some smut.
Baby, I don't care if I get drunk, I'll drink you
Deep into my throat, a whiskey called you
-Blood, Sweat & Tears, BTS
The life of avoiding gambling parties and gatherings of money hungry tycoons came to an end for Hermione as she became associated with Draco. It was rather odd, she was suddenly spending nights in his mansion, listening to him complain about his work and the process of taking over after his father, who she learned was the owner of several hotels and casinos. He'd have dinner made, and she'd lay there on his plush couch, draped in some new silk nightgown he'd bought for her while he'd file through endless piles of paperwork, grumbling as he did so.
She'd smile, silently amused at how irritated he'd let himself get over old, bitter men. These nights usually ended in her falling asleep on the couch to the sound of his voice, only to wake up wrapped up in his sheets, the scent of him lingering despite him being long gone. He was suddenly buying her expensive things, and she was suddenly accompanying him to just about everywhere.
As much as she hated the fact that he threw money around like it was nothing, she couldn't help but to become slightly attached to the young man. She found herself accepting this with ease, admitting to herself that she'd been attracted to him from that very first night.
Now, she sat beside him at a party, a pricy dress wrapped tightly around her body as she watched Draco grin wickedly at the two men entering the cage. He leaned over, lips brushing her ear.
"I bet my money on the smaller one."
Hermione still didn't like the sadistic nature of these fights, the excited atmosphere of the crowd completely going over her head, so she instead settled for simply lifting her glass to her lips. Draco stopped her, his fingers gently gliding along her jaw until they came under her chin. He brought her lips to his, and she felt his mouth moving against her own. His tongue slowly pried her lips open, and she pulled away from him to whisper that other people were watching.
It was the truth. They were always watching. Word had spread quickly, talk of Draco's new lady who'd become a constant fixture in his life as she was spotted by his side everywhere. Of course, none of these people knew the truth, so to them, it appeared that Draco Malfoy finally had something akin to a somewhat serious girlfriend.
As always, whenever her timid nature would shine through, Draco simply smirked before pulling away. He turned his head forward, eyes resting on the two men who were now beating on each other as his hand settled on her thigh, something that quickly became a habit for him. Her eyes ran over his profile, and she swallowed, pushing down the heat that she felt in her stomach.
She would be lying if she said she wasn't ready to give into him just yet. She'd often thought about what it would be like, back pressed into his sheets as he had his way with her. She wondered what he'd look like, sound like. Was he responsive, expressive? Would she be able to read every bout of pleasure on his face, hear it escape from his sinful lips? Or was he more reserved in bed? Would he hide his face in her neck to keep her from seeing the ecstasy in his eyes? Would he make her work for it, putting in everything she had just to hear him moan her name?
She shifted in her seat, and Draco, mistaking this as a sign of her discomfort with the setting, began to trace patterns into her naked thigh, an attempt to soothe her. Hermione wasn't sure what came over her, she blamed it on the alcohol, but her hand suddenly landed on his, pressing it into her skin. If Draco found her behavior odd, he did not show it, and Hermione bit her lip.
Hermione had only had sex a total of two times in her life. Once, with Ron only three days before the disastrous end to their relationship and then again roughly a year later with a hookup who must not be named. Ron was her first, and while he definitely had more experience than her at the time, looking back, she knew that it was still sloppy and awkward. Funnily enough, at the time she'd thought it was everything she could have asked for, simply because it was with him.
Her second time was much better, but it was regretful nonetheless. It had been her poor attempt to try and get over Ron, agreeing to a date with the first cocky bloke who'd had the gall to approach her. It was mind-blowing yes, but it still didn't make her feel any better about ending the first date with her back slamming against his wall and her legs wrapped around his waist. Neither of those men even held a flame to Draco, though.
He made her feel…alive. Yes, alive was the best way to describe it. One look from him, and she was weak in the knees all over again. She wanted to touch him, kiss him, and make him feel alive too. Draco made her want to do things she'd never do otherwise, and that both scared and excited her.
Hermione's eyes didn't stray from his face as she slowly moved his hand along her thigh, shifting it to the inside of her leg as she got closer to the end of her dress. Now he reacted, head tilting towards her ever so slightly, the corner of his mouth lifting. He didn't move, and neither did she, and he eventually tilted his head more, his eyebrow visible as he raised it, daring her to continue.
Hermione pushed his hand underneath her dress before leaning over and brushing her lips against the side of his neck. He tilted his head back, eyes falling closed as his hand continued what she started. Hermione released a shaky breath, a mistake as Draco's smirk grew, eyes snapping open as he began to tease her. His fingers rubbed against her over the fabric of her underwear, and Hermione reached up to grip his arm.
He turned to face her then, lips brushing over her own as he slid his middle finger inside of her without warning. Hermione threw her head back, mouth parted as her eyes shut, a million thoughts running through her mind. Her legs trembled as his finger slid between her slick folds, adding another and forcing a gasp from her lips. His head was buried in the crook of her neck now, fight long forgotten as her thighs clenched around his hand.
His other hand quickly came down on her thigh, holding it in place and she whimpered when he curled his fingers inside of her, thumb brushing against that bundle of nerves.
"Oh God," she moaned, eyes sweeping over the room.
She was relieved to see everyone's attention focused on the fighting men, their cheers and screams drowning out the sound of her. The low lighting in the room was enough to hide their activities, and Hermione was more than grateful of that when Draco's teeth grazed the skin of her neck, lightly biting her, and she shook.
He pushed his fingers to the hilt, thumb stroking her as he did so, and Hermione's chest heaved.
"Fuck," he cursed, fingers digging into her thigh, and it was the hottest thing Hermione had ever heard.
Her hips were moving now, grinding against his fingers as both of their breathing picked up, Hermione's mind nothing but a white buzz now. His tongue laved against her skin, and Hermione's breath hitched as he curled his fingers again.
"Draco," she gasped, earning a hum in reply as his nose grazed her ear.
His lips brushed against her neck, her cheek, and eventually her mouth, pressing his lips against hers before pulling away slightly. Their noses brushed against each other as his lips hovered over hers, his words coming out in a whisper.
"Come on, baby…"
Hermione threw her head back, shaking as her orgasm washed over her. Draco's fingers trailed along her throat, his thumb pressing against her jugular as he removed his fingers, bringing them to his mouth. Hermione's chest heaved, body spent as he shifted their frames so that she could lean against him. His lips attached themselves to her neck, his hand still around the back of her throat, pulling her legs across his lap just as everyone around them stood, cheering as the larger man fell to the ground.
"You won," she breathed, still fighting to catch her breath.
"I always do," he murmured against her lips.
His fingers pressed against her neck, pulling her in for another kiss.
"Theo…what do you know of Tom Riddle?"
The dark haired male stiffened beside her, eyes resting on her out of the corner of his eye, caught off guard by her question. They were both sprawled along his couch, watching TV as he nursed a cold beer, having nothing else to do on a calm Saturday afternoon. He muted the tele, turning to fully face her now, eyes inquiring.
"About as much as you, I suppose. Why do you ask?"
"When I went out with Draco a few weeks ago, we ran into him. It was some fancy business event, and he just seemed…unnerving," she confessed, shuddering at the memory of the dark-haired man.
Teddy's eyes hardened at the mention of Draco, narrowing even further at the mention of Mr. Riddle.
"Draco is familiar with him through his family, and I just wondered if it was the same for you as well…"
"I know everything you know, but I heard he isn't a man that you want to cross. To be honest, it upsets me a bit that you even had to interact with him at all," he said, turning back around with a sigh.
It was quiet for some time, and Hermione got the feeling that he had something else to say. She was right.
"You've been spending a lot of time with Draco, lately," he commented.
Hermione exhaled, unsure of where this conversation was heading, but she prepared herself for a fight nonetheless.
"Yes…he's fun. I surprisingly enjoy being around him and-."
"…and this has nothing to do with Weasley's party a few weeks ago?"
Hermione pursed her lips, sinking back into the couch as she brought her knees up to her chest. Her good mood was officially ruined, and she glowered as Teddy rested his arm on the back of the couch. His blue eyes rested on her with something akin to disappointment.
"I know you're mad, and you have every reason to be. Believe me when I say I'm on your side, I'm always on your side, but throwing yourself into Draco's world isn't the way to deal with it," he chided.
"I suppose I should sleep with everything that moves like you do, huh?"
Teddy winced, and Hermione frowned, admitting that that was a bit harsh.
"Okay, you're not wrong, I will give you that, but… Hermione, you're better than this. I've kept quiet because you're my friend, and I'm trying to respect your decisions. It is your life, after all, but…you can't go from one bad coping mechanism to another. You can deny it all you want, but I know the truth…"
Hermione stood, walking away from him and towards the kitchen, but his voice followed as he stood too.
"You're not as unaffected by Ron's return as you would have yourself believe. He's going to be a permanent fixture in your life, and now you feel like you can't be around the rest of your friends. He still has some power over you, whether you believe it or not, and we both know how well that went last time…"
...
Hermione leaned her head on Theo's shoulder, the offending thing too heavy for her to lift at the moment. His arm was wrapped securely around her waist, keeping her upright as he fumbled for his keys. Her body felt like it was weighed down with sand as she struggled to focus her eyes on something stationary.
She'd been out again, at some club she couldn't remember the name of while dancing with some guy whose name she also couldn't recall. She didn't even remember calling Theo, yelling at him about how great the place was and how much he should come and join her. Her words had been slurred, giving him a clue on her state of mind, and he'd basically had to pull information from her as she told him where she was.
She didn't even remember him approaching her and her dance partner for the night, wrapping his arms around her waist before practically dragging her out of the building. Everything had been fine as far as she could remember. She'd only wanted to get out of her house, the memories of the place too much for her to bear at the moment. She'd been nursing some fruity drink with barely any alcohol, enjoying herself and the music, but then she'd ran into a guy with vibrant red hair and blue eyes, looking way too much like him, and it had all been downhill from there.
"Ugh, Ron," she grumbled in disgust as Theo finally got them inside of his house.
She stumbled across the hardwood floors as he attempted to walk her to his guest room. The house was dark…
"I know," he sighed, her painful heels swinging from his other hand.
"I hate him. Gosh, I hate him," she hissed as he pushed the door open, struggling to get her inside of the room.
"I know you do," he said, depositing her on the king sized bed.
"Who does that? Who just leaves like that, no goodbye, no anything?"
Theo was pulling the covers back as she ranted, something he'd heard a thousand times before every time she took a drink. It was becoming a routine. Except this time…was different. Hermione suddenly fell quiet as her shoulders slumped, eyes downcast, blinking.
"What does she have that I don't?" she whispered.
Theo glanced up, eyes wide with worry as he gazed at her. Her fingers dug into the sheets, hair covering her face.
"Why would he just leave me…for her? What's wrong with me?"
She looked up then, eyes meeting his as he jumped into action.
"Nothing, Hermione. He was an ass, you know that," he reassured.
Her fingers were in his hair without warning, lips attached to his as his back connected with the wall. His hands fell to her waist, and Hermione mistakenly thought he was going to pull her closer.
"Hermione, we can't," he murmured against her lips, pushing her away from him.
She leaned in again, but his grip was tight, keeping her at arm's length, eyes glazed in sympathy.
"Why not?" she spat.
He reached up, brushing a few stray curls away from her face.
"You're drunk and sad and angry… You don't know what you want, right now," he explained.
"Yes, I do. I want you to fuck me, Theo-…"
"Hermione, no," he interrupted, completely pushing her away from him, turning his head away.
"…I want to forget about him for a while. Can't you do that for me?"
"Hermione-."
"I thought you were my friend," she complained, voice coated in anger and betrayal.
"Go to bed, Hermione," he snapped, fed up with her as he pushed her towards the bed.
"No, you-," she cut herself off as she keeled over, vomiting all over Theo's plush white carpet.
The last thing she remembered was the sound of his harsh sigh.
...
"I know fully well what I was like when he left, thank you very much," she threw at him.
"Then why are you making the same mistakes? Throwing yourself into something with so much energy, trying to forget about everything else in your life. You need to learn how to deal with your shit, 'Mione!"
"Draco makes me forget about how crap the rest of my life is. Is it wrong of me to want to hold onto that? Is it wrong of me to enjoy that? He's nice to me and fun and I like that."
It was the truth. Despite the fact that their whole relationship was a business deal made up to look like something that it wasn't, she did enjoy his company. He made her laugh, and made her feel good about herself. She liked being around him.
"No, but you shouldn't let it consume you. He's not good. He's going to get you caught up in shit you won't be able to get out of. That, or leave your ass, and when that happens you're going to be too drunk to function, again, begging me to fuck you!"
She slapped him, hard, eyes glassy as she stared at him with wide eyes. They both knew that he crossed a line, but Hermione didn't want to hear the apologies that were obviously on the way as he looked at her, eyebrows furrowed in shame.
She shoved past him, making sure to slam his door as hard as she could on the way out.
"Hermione, I'm not an idiot. You were out on a date, and if that dress is anything to go by, I'd wager it was with Nott and his snooty friends," Ginny hissed.
Despite the fact that they were in the kitchen, the conversation obviously meant to be private, the conversation outside had lulled the minute Ginny snapped, other ears listening in.
"Theodore Nott?" she heard Ron quietly question, no doubt to Harry.
Hermione bit her lip, doing her best to keep her anger in check as the red-haired girl glared at her.
"It wasn't a date. I've told you that, and I definitely wasn't out with Theo. Whether you believe me or not, that is the truth. Besides, even if I were, it would be none of your damned business. You are not my mother," Hermione spat.
"Well, I don't believe you."
"Well, that sounds like a personal problem," Hermione retorted.
Everything had been going so well all night. Despite her late arrival, the Weasley's welcomed her with warm smiles and tight hugs. Ron hadn't tried to get her alone again all night, something she was eternally grateful for. The food was good, and everyone was enjoying themselves as Ron recounted his time in America. Things almost seemed normal. Then, Hermione had stood from the table to go and get the other cheesecake from the kitchen. The end of the coat had gotten caught on the chair, the buttons popping open as she stood, her bold red dress on full display.
Hermione briefly explained that she had been at an event before rushing over, not having time to change. Despite the skeptical look on both Ron and Harry's faces, no one said a word to dispute it, accepting her explanation with ease. Everyone besides Ginny that is. As soon as Hermione stepped into the kitchen, Ginny was there, snapping at her and telling her that she wasn't stupid. It wasn't long before Ginny was tearing into Theo…again.
"You know what? Why am I explaining myself to you again? You're worried, I get it. You're just trying to be a concerned friend, I get it, but you have no say over what I do in my life. I refuse to stand here and be put on the chopping block over something as childish as you not liking my friends."
Hermione turned, stomping through the living room with a frown. She spun around when the door didn't slam shut behind her, her eyes falling on Ron as he stepped outside too.
"What the hell do you want?"
He pursed his lips, eyes troubled.
"I know I have no right, but… Are you really friends with a bloke like Theodore Nott? Was Harry telling the truth?"
Hermione felt an anger like no other overtake her, and she sneered.
"You're right. You do have no right to question and judge who I choose to spend my free time with. You forsake all of those rights the minute you confessed that you cheated on me, and then proceeded to run off with her, leaving me here to wonder what the hell had just happened."
Hermione continued before he could even get a word in.
"Let's get something clear. I don't want you in my life. If it were up to me, I would have nothing to do with you. You're an awful person with an even worse shit of a personality. You are not someone I can trust, and I don't associate myself with people that I can't trust. Go back inside, and don't you ever voice your opinion on my life again."
She walked away before he could reply, deciding that she said all she had to say.
Her phone was clutched in between her trembling fingers as she dialed, her heart filling with relief twenty minutes later when a familiar dark car pulled up beside her. Theo didn't ask any questions as she slid into the passenger seat, demanding he take her home.
Hermione leaned back into Draco's arm as their conversation flowed around her. The dimly lit room held the three of them and two other men who she didn't know. She and Draco were seated on an L-shaped couch, the color almost matching her dark green dress. Draco's arm was thrown over her shoulder, a drink in his other hand as he briefed Blaise on some contract he'd written up several hours earlier.
Over the past few weeks, Hermione had come to realize that Blaise was a constant fixture in Draco's life, someone that Draco trusted with just about everything. His personality was a bit off-putting at first, unsure of how to react to his seemingly arrogant and indifferent nature. The feeling had been mutual, he being uncertain of how to interact with this new person in Draco's life. However, they'd gotten past the awkwardness, and Hermione realized that she quite liked Blaise.
Hermione looked out of the tinted windows that took up the entire front wall of the room, her eyes resting on the dancing people below in the club. She had never been inside of a VIP room before, but Hermione wondered if most were like this. Blaise was seated on a couch across from them, the contract face up on the glass table between them. There were several other plush seats stationed around the room and behind her was a bar that wasn't far from the door.
Hermione bit her lip as she gazed at the partygoers inside of the building, her thoughts straying to Teddy. She hadn't talked to him in days, heart clenching every time she thought about his harsh words. There may have been some truth in them, but they had still hurt nonetheless. Fingers tracing shapes into her shoulder brought her out of her reverie, forcing her to face Draco as he ran his eyes over her face.
"Everything okay?" his voice was laced with concern, no doubt taking note of her daydreaming.
Hermione threw him a small smile, nodding. He rubbed his hand up and down her arm, burying his nose in her hair.
"I know we've been here for a while. We'll leave in a little bit-."
Draco cut himself off, body tensing as he did so. Hermione slowly pulled away to look at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he stared past her, down into the club. Across from her, she faintly acknowledged that Blaise and the two other men in the room were standing now.
"Draco?"
His grip on her arm tightened, and before Hermione even had the chance to finish turning her head around, she was suddenly knocked to the floor. She shut her eyes as the sound of gunshots rang out, the sound of glass shattering startling her more than anything else. When she attempted to lift her head, Draco's hand was there, gently pushing it back down as his chest pressed against her back, keeping her pinned to the floor.
Down below she could hear people screaming, and she was almost positive that masses of people were heading towards the doors. She deeply inhaled when Draco pulled her up by her shoulders, keeping her body pressed against his as he turned towards Blaise. She couldn't hear what they were saying over the sound of the screams and gunshots, but she saw Draco shove something into the darker male's hands. Hermione's heart skipped a beat in her chest as he pulled her out of the room.
It was a gun.
Hermione figured that now wasn't the time for questions as they ran down the stairs, his grip on her as tight as it had ever been. She knew she was right when Draco suddenly pressed her back against the wall, his taller frame covering hers just as a bullet landed in the wall beside them, a shriek escaping her lips. His hand landed on her head, indicating for her to crouch as he led them through the back, a long dark hallway greeting them as soon as they stepped through the door.
The sound of her heels clicking against the floor was the only thing she could hear, the muffled sounds of gunshots and screams fading behind them. She was too afraid to glance behind them, in fear of seeing someone there, following them. His arm didn't leave her waist for one second as they trekked through the hallway, not even when he pushed a door open, a street lamp shining light onto them as they stepped into the chilly night air.
"Draco," she breathed, tone full of questions.
He simply shook his head, bringing a finger to his lips as they ran across the street, eyes not meeting hers once. She spotted his car parked beside an abandoned building, the club about a block away, the sidewalk and street in front of it already filled with terrified clubbers. She could hear police sirens in the distance.
"What was that?" she demanded as soon as they were inside of his car, voice high with terror.
There, in his car, Hermione could recognize that her heart was going a mile a minute, vision blurry from the fear that coursed through her frame. Her wide eyes rested on him as he started the car, waiting on an explanation.
"That was probably someone else after my father's businesses and money," he exhaled.
It was an exasperated sound, as if he was fed up, as if this was a normal occurrence for him. Hermione believed his words, but that still didn't stop her from shaking though. She had never been around a gun in her life, and the situation only confirmed her fear of them. Her bottom lip trembled as she looked out of the window.
"I didn't realize I'd be putting my life in danger when I signed up for this," she whispered.
Draco glanced at her, hand resting on hers, his thumb rubbing circles over her skin.
"I promise you, that has never happened before…"
"…but you had a gun on you. You gave it to Blaise, I saw you," she argued.
He sighed then, a long and drawn out sound, leaning his head back against the headrest.
"It's my father's idea. In his words, I need to always be ready to protect myself. My father has had many attempts made on his life," he explained.
Hermione wrapped her arms around herself, sinking into the seat as she stared ahead. She could feel Draco's eyes on her before saying;
"I'll take you home."
Her hand gripped his thigh, fingers digging into the flesh as she frantically shook her head. Her troubled eyes met his calm ones.
"No. I want to go home with you," she murmured.
He didn't reply, but listened to her nonetheless as she recognized the familiar streets about fifteen minutes later.
Her legs wobbled as she dropped her purse onto the table across from the door, goosebumps breaking out over her flesh. Draco's hands were on her shoulders a few seconds later, massaging them as he attempted to ease the tension.
"Hey…it's okay. You're okay, Hermione," he soothed, his breath fanning against her ear.
Hermione swallowed as she slowly turned to face him, body still trembling as he rested his forehead against her own. Her fingers came up to dig into his waist, eyes falling close as he gently brushed his lips against hers. She deepened the kiss, pressing her mouth firmly to his, teeth nipping at his bottom lip. His hands were on either side of her head, only moving them when she reached for the bottom of his button down, finally catching onto her intentions.
She wrapped her arms around him as he deposited her on the small table, his hands brushing against her chest as he did the same. His tongue slipped past her lips, drawing a moan from her as she yanked his shirt down his arms, Draco flinging it somewhere behind him. Her legs tightened around his waist, her fingers digging into his shoulder as his tightened on her hips. The sound of her dress ripping only caused her to pause for a split second, Draco's teeth nipping against the skin of her neck distracting her.
Some kind of way, the two of them stumbled up the stairs without breaking apart, and her naked back was now met with the softness of his sheets. His body was incredible, shoulders broad and torso lean, muscles prominent as she skimmed her fingers along ridges and dips. His blonde hair was mess, skin coated in a light sheen of sweat.
Their bare chests brushed together as he ground his hips against her aching center, a moan escaping her lips and into the room. He repeated the action more aggressively, his hair tickling her forehead as he did so.
"Fuck," he hissed, his head buried in her neck.
Her nails ran down his back, Draco peppering kisses into her shoulder as she tightened her legs around him, bucking her hips. Her foot hooked into his boxers, pushing them down his legs as his teeth grazed her skin. His hand slipped underneath her thighs then, hook her knees underneath his arms as he pressed them into the mattress, his chest flush with hers.
Hermione's eyes slammed shut, lips parted, a moan ripping from within her chest as she wrapped around him like a glove. He started to rock his hips, one hand reaching up to interlock his fingers with her own, the other eventually doing the same, pinning both of her hands above her head. The bed knocked into the wall, the room filling with the sounds of her whimpers and his occasional grunts.
His hips were rolling into her own, rising and falling, and she could feel his eyes on her as hers fell shut, head pressed into the pillows, toes curling.
"Look at me, Hermione," he purred.
Her eyes fluttered open with some difficulty, focusing on him. His teeth were sunk into his bottom lip, eyes unwavering as they bore into her own. He suddenly released his lip, letting out a groan. Her fingers tightened around his own as she clenched around him.
One of his hands released her, finding rest on her neck as his thumb pressed against her skin. It was a struggle to keep her eyes open, hand slipping on his shoulder, nails digging into his skin as she hissed his name. Their skin was slick with sweat, their bodies gliding against each other between the silken sheets.
"Draco," she groaned, teeth clenched as he tightened his hand around her throat.
His nose brushed against hers as he snapped his hips, the last thread of control slipping as her back arched. She was a crumbled mess beneath him, feet pressing into the mattress as he continued to thrust into her. His fingers tightened around hers she rode out her high, Draco hammering her body into the mattress.
"Draco," she sighed, leaning up to brush her lips against his jaw.
It took a few more rough slams of the bed against the wall before he collapsed against her, head falling into her neck as she ran her fingers through his hair. Breathless, he rolled off of her, gently grabbing her and pulling her against him, her head resting on his chest. She closed her eyes at the soothing sound of his heartbeat, fingers grazing over a faint scar on his stomach.
"I'm sorry you had to experience that tonight," he murmured after some time.
Hermione rested her chin on his chest, gazing at him as he twisted her hair around his finger.
"Don't apologize. It wasn't your fault…"
He smiled then, one that didn't reach his eyes as he brushed his thumb along her jaw.
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