I must say that I was flustered the entire time I wrote this. It's short, yes, but I'd like to think of it as a gift to the followers of mine who have kept up with all of my stories and got no smut!
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WARNING:
SMUT SMUT NOTHING BUT SMUT!
"Okay."
She looked up at him in caution.
"What," she whispered.
He nodded as he bit his lip.
"I said, okay. I'll have sex with you…"
She stared in shock as he backed up, widening the door for her to come in. She glanced around and brushed a stray curl behind her ear before staring into the dark abyss that was his room. His eyes seemed to glow in the darkness as he stood beside the door, waiting for her to come in. She swallowed before walking inside, the shadows engulfing her just before his room door slammed shut.
The only light in the room came from the moon, its light shining through the balcony doors. She tightened the towel around her damp skin as she looked around, taking it all in. The setup of the Heads' rooms was the same, but Malfoy's room was a stark contrast to her own. Where her room was bright with neutral tans and green, his was dark. The bedding was dark, furniture...dark. The atmosphere itself was just dark. Actually, as Hermione did a double take she realized that it wasn't dark per say, just…sensual. Was it possible for a room to ooze sexual appeal? She confirmed that his bedding was pure silk as she ran her hand over it.
"A little eager, aren't we?"
She looked up at him, not realizing that he had come to stand so close to her. She could feel the heat emanating off of him as he looked down at her, eyes penetrating.
"Shut up, Malfoy. I was simply…seeing what kind of material it was," she said with a shrug.
She shuddered as he came to stand behind her and brushed her hair over her shoulder, his fingers trailing across her skin. She gasped as his lips grazed her ear.
"You would have found out soon enough, anyway," he whispered.
She went to walk forward, but he snaked his arm around her waist, halting her.
"You're not backing out now, are you?" he quietly asked.
"No-"
"Good, because I wouldn't let you anyway," he darkly responded as he let go of her, walking to the other side of the bed.
She fidgeted and glanced around the room once more as he became preoccupied with his nightstand.
"By the way…I think we can progress to a first name basis, don't you?"
His deep voice echoed throughout the room.
"Uh-"
"After all, the idea of you screaming my first name is much more appealing than you screaming my last…," he huskily continued as he glanced up at her through hooded eyes.
Hermione felt her face flush as a warm feeling traveled down her stomach only to settle in between her legs. Oh… She cleared her throat.
"You're awfully…sure of yourself," she shakily responded.
He chuckled, and she tightened her arms over her chest.
"Besides, what makes you think I'll scream at all?" she asked, eyebrow raised, challenging her dorm mate.
He simply smirked as he brushed past her and exited his room, his light chuckle following after him. She looked at the open doorway in confusion as she heard him messing around in the kitchenette. He returned not two minutes later with a large glass filled with water. The door shut behind him, the lock clicking in place as he gestured to her with it before going to set it on his nightstand.
"Um…thank you, but I'm not thirsty," she said in confusion as he made his way back over to her.
He exhaled as he settled his hands on her waist, looking down at her from beneath his lashes, eyes swimming with brazen hunger.
"You will be…"
Before Hermione could even respond to such a statement, he pushed her into a sitting position on the edge of his bed. His fingers danced along her legs before pausing on her knees long enough to gently pull them apart. Hermione's breath began to come out in gasps as he stood in between her legs. She was in Draco Malfoy's room, sitting on his bed wearing nothing but a flimsy towel while he stood in between her heated legs. She was going to have sex with Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy was going to have sex with…her.
"Wait," she breathed.
He paused, looking at her with a raised eyebrow, expectant.
"Why did you agree to this?" she whispered.
"What kind of question is that?"
"An important one. I'm…Hermione Granger. I'm no Daphne Greengrass and definitely no Lavender Brown. So, I'm asking you… Why did you agree to this?" she repeated.
His fingers began to trail up her side, causing her to squirm. He smirked at this.
"You may be the best mate of my number one enemy in this school and yes, you may be an insufferable know-it-all nine times out of ten, but you are an attractive female who's offering me sex...come on," he answered.
She stared at him with a frown, skeptical.
"What? You don't believe me?," he whispered with a mischievous grin.
Before she knew what was happening he was suddenly on his knees, her feet within his hands.
"You have the most adorable and softest feet," he began.
She scoffed. Feet couldn't be attractive… She suddenly shuddered as his hand slithered its way up her leg.
"Your legs are so firm and long. I wonder what they'd feel like around my waist…," he mused.
He suddenly jerked her towards him as he stood and folded her legs around his waist, pressing the lower part of his body against her own. She unconsciously let out a soft moan as he ground himself into her, the bulge beneath his pants pressing against the most sensitive part of her. Hermione was taken aback. She'd never felt anything like this and neither one of them were even naked yet.
"Your eyes hold so much knowledge, and I bet you could really do some damage once I teach you a thing or two," he continued as he wrapped his hands in her hair before yanking on it, exposing her neck.
She gasped and panted as he slowly slipped his other hand underneath her towel and ran it up the expanse of her stomach.
"Your skin is as soft as it looks, you know," he huskily whispered.
His hand continued its journey, forcing her towel loose, exposing her stomach and chest as the towel fell around her.
"It glows in the moonlight. It looks so inviting…"
He pressed his free hand into her stomach.
"…so tempting…"
He leaned forward.
"…so delicious," purred just before sinking his teeth into the skin of her neck.
Hermione let out a surprised shriek just before she felt him slide a finger inside of her. She hadn't realized how...ready her body had gotten, and she squirmed as he worked himself between her legs. She gripped his arm as he ran his tongue across her neck. She rocked against his fingers as his lips hovered over her own.
"And your lips look so…fucking…kissable," he growled before claiming her lips with his own.
Hermione had never been kissed like this before in her life. The way Draco's lips moved over her own was…indescribable. It was as if he was trying to suck her very soul from in between her lips. As his fingers continued to move inside of her, she felt an unfamiliar pressure building in her gut.
"Cum for me, Hermione," he huskily whispered against her lips.
She softly screamed into his mouth as wave after wave crashed over her. Hermione had never known pleasure like this. She had never imagined pleasure like this. Her mind was a jumbled mess, and she could have sworn that she actually saw stars. Draco took this lovely opportunity to slip his tongue in between her preoccupied lips, extracting a moan from her. She vaguely noted that his legs and hips were moving, probably getting rid of his bottoms. Her suspicions were confirmed when his pelvis returned to her own and there was nothing in the way of their skin. Right now, in this very room she was no longer Hermione and he no longer Draco. He was a man preparing to claim her, a woman, in the most basic and animalistic of ways. And that was exactly what he did…
He pulled away from her, his lips parting from her own, leaving her dazed. He propped himself up on one hand as he reached down with his other. His eyes glowed with intensity and a savage craving as he leaned his face closer to hers as he whispered his final words before showing Hermione a world she never knew existed.
"And your body…is so…"
He lined himself up, teasing her.
"…damn…"
Her heart beat like it was on crack. This might hurt…
"…dangerous."
They never looked back.
Hermione could hear a bird chirping outside on the balcony. That was the very first thing she noted as her senses and awareness came back to her. She wiggled her toe, appreciating the cool air as it poked out from beneath the silk sheets. She frowned in her half-awake state. Silk…sheets. Silk sheets? She forced her eyes open and swallowed. She felt so…satiated. It was a new feeling and she found that she liked it. She stretched, but immediately halted as she realized that the movement was painful. Painful?
She blew some stray curls out of her face as she turned her head to the side, looking to take in her surroundings. She blinked in shock as she came face to face with the sleeping face of none other than Draco Malfoy. His fair hair covered his forehead and part of his eye as his chest rose and fell. She let out a soft "oh" as everything came back to her, face heating up at the memories.
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The sounds coming from Hermione's mouth did not sound like her, that was for sure, but there was nothing she could do about that. Draco was simply good at what he did. She repeatedly let out loud, unfamiliar moans as Draco thrust into her heated core again and again. Her body shook with nothing but pure pleasure while he pinned her wrists beside her head, firmly in control.
"Dr-Draco," she whimpered as he pushed his knees underneath her thighs, forcing her legs back, hitting her at an entirely new angle.
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Hermione forced herself into a sitting position and looked at the bruises on her arms and wrists. Any other person who looked at her would immediately assume the worst, but Hermione knew better. Draco had a domineering personality, and apparently, that extended to the bedroom…
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She panted, her breath hitting the pillow as Draco paid special attention to the back and side of her neck, his lips and teeth never staying in one place for too long. His hips connected with her back side with vigor, the sound echoing throughout the room as his fingers wrapped around her forearm and wrist. The entire front of her body was pressed into the mattress, Draco's legs tangled around her own.
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Hermione flushed as she recalled how…attentive he had been…
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She stared up at the ceiling, mouth open and back arched as Draco's tongue went to work in between her thighs. In and out, twisting, teeth nipping and fingers pinching. Her fingers wound themselves in his hair, her body squirming as she let out soft and long mewling noises that echoed throughout the room. She closed her eyes and chanted his name, reaching a crescendo as that now familiar pressure began to build. She whined in protest when he pulled away.
"Hermione," he purred, his breath fanning over her skin, causing her to twitch.
She looked down through fogged eyes and watched as he leaned back down, his mouth reconnecting with her, his eyes never leaving hers the entire time.
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She swallowed, throat thick with emotion, as she thought back on the intimacy of it all...
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Hermione could do nothing but let out breathy moans and gasp for breath as Draco hovered over her, his knees pressed into the mattress and her leg over his shoulder. His thumb found its way into her mouth before his hand traveled down to her neck, fingers curving around the back, thumb pressed against the front. She moaned as he slowed down, slowly plunging into her at an agonizing pace. She wasn't sure which she preferred, to be honest.
She moaned into his mouth as he leaned down, pressing his lips against hers, forcing her leg back.
"See, I can be a gentle lover too," he whispered against her lips.
All Hermione could do was nod in agreement and he chuckled at this, the throaty sound going straight to her core. She could feel her climax approaching. Draco, probably sensing it too due to her change in breathing, slowed down almost to a nonexistent pace.
"What-"
"I'll let you cum…"
He kissed her chin then her neck then her chest before moving back up to her lips.
"If you say you're mine," he whispered.
She nodded without hesitation.
"You don't belong in anyone else's bed but mine-"
"Yes, yes," she hurriedly agreed.
She would have said "Slytherin rules" just to get him to continue. She moaned as he began to move again, rising back up onto his knees, hand wrapped around her ankle. A dark look crossed over his features as he bared his teeth.
"Who do you belong to?"
"You," she gasped as his hips slammed against hers.
"Who makes you moan like this? Scream like this? Squirm like this," he sneered, frowning at the thought of her being underneath anyone else.
"You, you," she moaned.
He let go of her leg, wrapping them around his waist instead and pressed his chest against hers.
"Who makes you feel like this?"
"You do," she breathed.
He reached up and tangled his fingers into her hair, pulling, exposing her neck as he looked into her eyes.
"And what is my name," he purred.
"Draco."
She could feel it building.
"Say it again," he hissed.
"Draco," she panted, heart beating faster.
"Again," he whispered against her skin.
"Draco, Draco," she moaned.
He bit into the crook of her neck, the pain sending her over the edge.
"Again," he growled into her flesh.
"Draco," she cried, clenching around him as they rode the wave out together.
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Hermione tightened the sheet around her and glanced over at the empty glass on the floor, remembering how greedily she gulped the water down. Draco had been right after all…
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Draco rolled off of her, both of them gasping for breath, bodies sticky with sweat. Hermione felt like she was on a high. She reached up to touch his chest as he leaned over her before handing her the glass of water. He wound his arm around her, helping her sit up just enough to gulp down the water, droplets escaping onto her chin. Draco leaned over and licked away the stray droplets.
"Need some more," he asked with a chuckle.
She shook her head, too tired to do anything more.
"Good," he said as he grabbed her and pulled her into his lap, the forgotten dish rolling onto the floor with a ping.
"You can't be serious?" she incredulously asked.
"As a heart attack," he replied, sliding her down onto him.
She threw her head back, a groan climbing out of her throat.
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Hermione slowly slid out of bed, before glancing at the towel strewn on the floor. She didn't want to take his sheet. That would be impolite. She bent down, wincing, before wrapping the towel around her. She looked down with a frown. This hardly covered anything. How on earth had she gathered the courage to approach him in this last night? With a sigh she slipped on his pants, vowing to return them to him.
She made her way to the door, looking over her shoulder at his sleeping figure. He looked really peaceful, almost innocent, in his sleep, a contrast from last night. She turned around and gripped the handle, being as quiet as possible.
"Where do you think you're going?"
She jumped and spun around, her eyes meeting his as he sat up in bed. She flushed as his eyes raked over her disheveled form.
"I was just…leaving. I figure this is how it normally goes…," she trailed off.
She gulped as he slid out of bed, leaving the sheet behind, stalking towards her in all of his naked glory.
"Normally, I would kick you out before the night even ends," he said.
"Really?" she said in shock, frowning.
That was awfully rude…
"Consider yourself an exception…"
She blinked, not knowing how to feel about that.
"Um…well thanks. And thank you for…you…," she awkwardlt gestured to the bed "…you know, the uh the s-sex."
He chuckled, pressing himself against her and her into the door, his arms caging her in.
"You were just going to leave without a proper goodbye?" he asked, voice dropping, eyes hooded.
She swallowed in anticipation as he tugged his pants out of her hand. They were huge on her anyway so they simply dropped to her ankles.
"Is that…rude?" she quietly asked as he ripped the towel off of her.
"Very," he snarled, just before gripping her backside.
He lifted her, forcing her legs around his waist and pressed her back against the door. Her moans could be heard all the way in the common area…
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