(WARNNING : mild sexual themes)
P.s. Literally the first time I've written smut, please tell how it was, it would be a great help for *winks* next time.
Hermione's heart was thumping loudly against her ribcage, her eyes fluttered open and closed with every passing second, her palms were oddly sweaty and her mind, dear Merlin, her mind was in an utter frenzy, the sound of blood rushing through in her ears made her stop breathing for a few seconds— here, after this, nothing would be the same, ever; and she had to tell herself exactly that.
A wet kiss was marked on her jawline, making her insides clench at the mere thought of what would happen next, of what awaited them if Draco and her actually did it, she couldn't even speak the word let alone fathom the idea of it.
But her mind wasn't working, next thing she knew was her back being pressed into the soft lush sofa. Suddenly, she felt too exposed, too vulnerable under the serpent eyes Draco regarded her with— clear lust and sin etched into his silver orbs. Hermione let out a throaty moan, a sound coming from the back of her mouth that made Draco fucking hard. Draco was quick to unleash his desires, his hand traveled all the way up to Hermione's chest in a slow tantalizing motion, his fingers taking their oh so precious time to touch every inch of skin exposed to his naked eye; and then, she felt his fingers grazing her bra clad breast, it was in that moment, Hermione realised how good it felt— to be touched, to be wanted, to be desired, to feel the clenching and unclenching of her inner walls, to be exposed.
Her heart was beating off rhythm by now, she was definite of that— Draco took his time, enjoying the sensation of holding her in his cold hands, of looking down at her whimpering form practically begging him to fuck her to oblivion, her eyes gave the whole thing away. By now, blood was rushing south of his body and he wasn't sure how much longer would he be able to contain it. Draco dipped his face in the crook of her neck, breathing into her skin— he may or may not have flicked his tongue on her skin that may have caused a sensual moan to arise in the room. It was madness; the way she was looking at him; her eyes opening and fluttering close after a few seconds, her arched back practically begging him to take her then and there on the couch, her wild curls sprawled all over the soft cushion of the furniture, some untammed locks covering her face which he instinctively bent down to remove from her face, pressing a heated kiss to her lips in the aftermath, the way she laid there in front of him— her perfect skin exposed to his eyes, and his eyes only and her lips quivering with every passing minute.
"Draco?" he realised he was looking at her for quite some time now, unable to move his feet.
"Yeah?"
Hermione climbed up a little and took his wrist in her fingers, wrapping it securely around his skin before tugging him down. His face was now inches away from her own, their lips slightly brushing. Draco visibly gulped.
What was happening to her?
"What would it take you to fuck me?" the crude words rolled right off her tongue, so smoothly that even he himself was shocked. When he stuttered for a response, (which, Merlin knew, was the first time he had ever stuttered in a long time) Hermione pressed another wet kiss to the corner of his mouth, her way of telling him to go on.
"A simple please would do, Granger." he smirked, his fingers wrapping around her own and pushing them off his wrist. He figured Granger wasn't in the right state of mind, it was obvious, a know it all witch like herself probably said "Jesus, forgive me." right after a small cuss.
"Please?" she whispered.
"What? I didn't hear that." Draco put his face right next to her own, slowly pushing her down back on the couch, this time, he was right on top of her body, his limbs caging her within. An arrogant smirk was etched onto his face, "Be a darling and say that again, would you?"
Hermione bit her lip at his words, her eyes moved away from Draco's unblinking silver ones, looking at everything else but nothing in particular around the now-dark dorm. She felt a hand grabbing her chin, forcefully making her look into his gray eyes, "Say. It. Again." he growled at her.
"I—" as she struggled for words, Draco's hand did wonders to her now exposed breast, she didn't know when had he managed to pull the bra off but by the looks of it, he had done it. Her mind couldn't conjure up words already and Draco decided to fuck with her already chaotic brain. He rolled his expert fingers off her skin, pinching her at a soft that made her moan, it was madness and pure ecstasy.
"Draco..." her eyes rolled at tye back of her skull the moment Draco flicked each of her perky nipples, "Be a darling," he repeated with a husky voice, "And say it again."
Before Hermione could respond, there was a knock on their door. It was like the spell had been broken and the next thing they both knew was their bodies freezing—Draco's hands stopped doing their wonders to Hermione's body and Hermione, heck, she swore that she stopped breathing. In less than a second, both of them were moving away from each other as fast as humanly possible.
If someone hadn't knocked on the door, what would've happened?
The mere idea made Hermione scream. Immediately, she was searching around the floor while Draco stood dead in his place, Hermione paid him little mind though, she couldn't even look at him in the eye and she knew he couldn't either, now, it was just... awkward.
Hermione soon found her discarded shirt and quickly threw it on, it was then that she realized that she was lacking a bra. After cussing under her breath multiple times, she finally located it on the ground right next to Draco's feet. Hermione took an audible gulp as she moved towards it; her hand reached out to grasp the fabric when, to her great horror, she realised that Malfoy had beat her to it. Now, the undergarment shamelessly dangled off his right index finger as Hermione dared to look at him in the eye, her throat felt raw and dry— not a single word left her mouth as she looked at Draco smirking, his own shirt halfway pulled to his pale torso and her bra suspended on his finger.
"Malfoy!" she growled, cheeks still pink from the aftermath of the earlier events, "Give it back!" the knocking on the door grew urgent and she could swear, she heard the locks rotate at some point too, talk about being paranoid.
When her eyes fell onto Draco's smug expression, she knew she wasn't going to win. So she gave up, letting out a mad squeal and hitting him on the chest with several futile punches before running off to her room, the door slamming shut.
Draco had just fixed his shirt and stuffed the bra in his trousers' pocket that he heard the lock in the door move. The next thing he knew was McGonagall pushing her way past the door, panting. She had a hand clutched to her chest and the other, holding her wand. At the sight of Draco, she relaxed. "Good gracious," she heaved a sigh of relief, "I presumed the worst when nobody opened the door for so long. My apologies for breaking in on my own." but she didn't seem sorry at all, Draco noted, she actually looked worried.
Well that was a first.
"You thought I would've killed Granger by now?" Draco's gaze shifted to McGonagall, who, for some reason, was looking up at him, her eyes were a little higher than where his eyes were— oh.
As fast as he could, he ran a hand through his wild almost sex hair, smoothing the blond locks down with several pats. He only hoped that she wouldn't suspect anything.
"Actually," McGonagall looked suspicious but didn't say anything further. "I thought she had killed you." The witch clasped her wrinkly hands in front of her, eyeing the tall boy in front of her with clear suspicion.
"Oh?" Draco sounded almost defeated. It was heart wrenching to think that McGonagall favored Hermione over him in a duel, it simply irritated him, which, he obviously didn't show.
"Speaking of which, where is she? I have a task for her." Finally an excuse to get Granger out of this god forsaken room? It felt like music to his ears. Draco was ready to run in the direction of her room but then he reminded himself that he was the last person she wanted to see after their encounter minutes ago— the single thought made him hold his ground.
"How do I say this Professor?" he started, eyes all gleamy, "She's... well, she's having one of those days," At that, McGonagall widened her eyes, even her glasses slipped right down to her nose at it. "She can't really see anyone right now, she told me to keep everyone from visiting her today. In fact, she's been locked up in her room being all cranky since the morning, hasn't even eaten anything, I am sorry I can't call her out,"
"And she told you that..." McGonagall looked too shocked to even say it, "She told you that she's having one of those days?"
At that, Draco paled a little more than his usual color. (and that was saying something) but he came up with another lie anyway, "Yes she did, I kept bugging her all day with my homework, you see." he gestured vaguely to the sprawled books around the floor. "She just went to bed in fact, you can check if you want to." Draco didn't know why he said that but the moment he did, he wanted to smack himself right across the face.
"Alright then, I'll see if she's alright." McGonagall looked more concerned than angry as she made her way to the room. On the kther hand, Draco counted down the seconds until the old hag came barging back and yelling at him.
It was a matter of time now, really.
But he was surprised to see McGonagall return with a frown on her wrinkled face, his eyebrows shot up in surprise. "The poor thing has had a hectic day, she has indeed overworked herself, like all days really," Draco sneaked a peek at her slightly ajar door, true to his straugut up lie, she was sprawled lazily on the bed on her stomach, her wild curls making a menace on the sheets.
"Well, in that case, I think you are also a suitable candidate for the job I had for her," Draco had just finished praising himself (in his mind) that how good of a liar he was when McGonagall decided to interrupt, "I need you to go to Diagon Alley right this instance and get me some things from there, I can't send anyone else, no one knows about it right now expect me and the head girl, now, you," she almost rolled her eyes and Draco nearly scoffed.
Had he just taken Granger's workload?
"It just for the— the—" never in all his life had he seen Minerva McGonagall stutter, Draco almost had a heart attack.
"You don't need to tell me Professor." he spared her, "I'll be on my way in a minute." he spoke calmly, still can't believing he had taken Hermione's work and decided to be teacher's pet for the day. This actually made him wish he had barged into her room the first time and had her come out and see the old woman.
But it was too late now.
"Thank you, Miste— thank you Draco." she smiled politely at him but Draco was too stunned at the sight. He took the rolled parchment from her hands and gave her a curt nod.
"I'll come back in two hours, it wouldn't take long." was the last thing she said before walking out the dorm, thankfully placing the locks back on. The moment the dorm room closed, Draco felt a familiar figure lurking behind him— Hermione had just balled up her fists and was coming to hit him in the back when Draco moved out of the way, Hermione fell forward and Draco took the opportunity to grab onto her forearms, her hands still clecned into small fists, as he laid her down to the floor softly, him on top. "Now, now, now Granger, I expected better from Gryffindors than to attack from behind." his breath fanned her neck, almost instantly, she was sighing, her fists loosening.
Draco noticed she hadn't decided to wear a bra— or so said her perking nipples from the thin shirt.
"You're lucky I heard you making up blant lies about me having one of those days and opting to go to bed early, which, by the way, was genius, I'd give you that," Hermione chuckled, Draco felt his insides clench a little at the sound, he'd never seen her laugh, he had only brought her tears and hate, anything but laughter. "If I hadn't heard you—" Hermione was talking again, "We both could've been caught flushed and she'd know you were lying about something. Thank Godric!" she bellowed, heaving a long sigh. Draco still had her pinned to the ground when she slightly moved, ushering him to pull her up which he did after a second or two.
"What did McGonagall want?" on reply, Draco showed her the parchment in his hand, Hermione skimmed over the contents. "Looks like you're going shopping for orphans."
"What?" Draco thought he didn't hear her right.
"From time to time, professor McGonagall takes out her precious time to go to Diagon Alley to get some toys and stuff for the first and second year orphaned kids for the holdidays so they don't feel bad. It's a lovely gesture, such kindness, if you ask me." Hermione explained, "And as Christmas is almost near, she likes to get stuff done before the actually holiday, much earlier than necessary though. She must have been busy with something that's why she told you to go, otherwise it's just her, and you, fellow head, are going on my place, I must say, thank you very much for saving me from this. As much as I love kids, I hate shopping." Hermione stood up, not waiting for Draco she snatched the peering bra from his pocket and smiled brightly.
"Chop chop, on you go now." she encouraged him before skipping happily to her room. The awkwardness, thankfully, had toned down, but she knew that Draco wasn't going to let it go any time soon, he'd taunt her on and off about it but she reminded herself that this too, shall pass. She had endured Draco's insults for seven years now, one more couldn't make a difference. Hermione heard a knock on the door the moment she pressed her back to it.
"Who is it?" She couldn't help but bite her bottom lip in nervousness, she didn't know why was she acting like a school girl all over again but it felt like a huge change from her usual uptight self, it felt nice. Things had fallen back into place with Draco quick, while she hadn't expected that, she was still really glad— sharing a dorm with someone who was going to be super awkward with her was just a big no no.
"It's Peeves," Draco answered in a bored tone just when Hermione opened the door. Draco glanced a look south, his eyes closing as if he was suppressing a grin, but she could have be wrong. "Honestly Granger, what would it take for you to put on a bra?" at that, Hermione covered her chest with her hands, passing a sly smile to Draco who couldn't stop gawking at her by now.
And then she remembered his words from earlier, "A simple please would do, Malfoy." she drawled, taking her time to enjoy the satisfying expression of shock on his face.
"You're something else Granger." he muttered more to himself than her, rubbing his temples. "Please, put on a bra." he practically begged, his voice defeated.
"I'll think about it." she didn't know where the sudden confidence was coming from but she liked it, it was brilliant, she thought. "Any particular reason why you knocked?"
"Actually, yes." Draco put an arm above her on the doorframe, leaning in to her. "Don't I get a goodbye kiss before I'm off?" his eyes looked playful, Hermione noted, it was something new.
"Only if you tell me you're feeling the burn," Hermione shot back, folding her arms on her chest, a sudden playful demeanor taking over the witch.
Draco seemed to think for a few moments, "Yes." he lied, pressing his lips to her's, enjoying the few blissful moments of bliss before the morning misery that followed.
This was going to end up in a disaster.
HELLO! SORRY, NO SMUT FOR NOW, TOO EARLY, UGH, SO SORRY IF YOU WERE EXPECTING IT.
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