I own nothing but the plot.
Warning. Mature and Adult Themes.
May 29th, 1999
The morning of the last Saturday in May saw unbridled levels of tension and excitement within the castle walls, and Hermione was glad that in a few short hours, the final quidditch match of the year would be over and things could go back to normal. It wasn't that she didn't have a sense of house pride, she was rooting for Ginny as much as the rest of Gryffindor was, and of course she wanted them to win… but also didn't get why everyone was getting so intense over the outcome of the match. The Great Hall incident with the Slytherin team hadn't been the last of the chaos and pranks between the two houses, the latest incident happening the night before when the Gryffindor team found themselves suspended above the dinner tables with the levicorpus spell, retaliation for bludgers that had been released in the corridor outside of the Slytherin dungeon – four students had been taken to the hospital wing with broken bones after that incident. And that didn't even touch on how many fireworks and stink bombs had been set off in corridors and classrooms, exploding quills over homework and one incident involving a Gryffindor first year, a suit of armour, and Peeves.
Taking her seat at the Gryffindor table, Hermione offered Ginny a smile, the witch not returning it. Her hair was once again back to red, and had been pulled back into a tight ponytail, her face set and ready for gameday, the rest of the team stocking up on carbs around her. Figuring there wasn't going to be much chance of conversation today given how Harry always was on match day, Hermione shrugged to herself before reaching for the toast, settling in to start her own breakfast, counting down the seconds until the match was over.
Taking a deep breath, Draco stepped out to the centre of the quidditch pitch, his six teammates flanking him, all seven resplendent in their emerald robes. From the opposite side, the Gryffindor team emerged to mirror their positions, Ginny Weasley front and centre, her hair the same colour as her bright robes. Clutching his well beaten but still loved Nimbus 2001 in his left fist, Draco took the few steps needed to reach the centre of the pitch, Madam Hooch waiting for him and Ginny to arrive. He looked down at the redhead as she made it, a taunting smirk on his face as he took in her steely determination.
"Good luck today, Weaslette. You'll need it," Draco whispered so that the flying instructor and occasionally terrifying referee couldn't hear, reaching out with his right hand to shake hers.
"Is your hair so blonde that it's sparkling in the sunlight, or is that just gold glitter?" Ginny snarked back, squeezing his hand as tight as she could before releasing it.
"No biting, scratching, gouging, hexing or cursing!" Madam Hooch's stern voice rang out once the two captains had stepped back to their teams, her piercing gaze sweeping around the fourteen gathered players to make sure they understood, each one nodding an agreement, most with eyerolls. "Mount your brooms!"
Draco swung his leg over his broom, settling into position, both hands gripping the handle tight. He didn't need to look to know that everyone had followed suit, the Slytherin's and Gryffindor's both on edge, ready to take to the bluebird skies.
"On my whistle, I want a nice, clean game from all of you!" Madam Hooch called out again, each player tightening their grip tensing and ready to shoot up into the air. Kicking open the crate of balls at her feet, the referee set the bludgers and golden snitch free, the three balls shooting up and taking off, bludgers circling the pitch as the snitch disappeared from sight. Raising her whistle to her lips, she gave a loud, trilling blow, the effect on the fourteen players instantaneous as each one kicked off hard against the ground, spreading into their positions. Theodore Nott sped for the goals as Cormac McLaggen did the same for the Gryffindor's, both keepers getting ready as Madam Hooch threw the quaffle into the air.
"… and they're off, circling like wrakspurts as they wait for the quaffle…" Luna Lovegood's voice floated over the pitch, louder than the cheering of the students gathered in the stands. Draco cringed as he heard her voice. For all the bias that Lee Jordan had shown when commentating in previous years, at least he had known about the sport. Tuning her out, Draco pulled himself up to hover twenty feet above the rest of the game, his eyes scanning everywhere for the snitch, the Gryffindor seeker doing a lap of her own just under the main gameplay.
"… my good friend Ginny has the quaffle, oh no she gave it to Demelza, she's another nice Gryffindor… Demelza gave the quaffle to Dean, I wonder what he'll do with it…" Luna continued to commentate, Draco cringing as he listened, choosing instead to watch as a fifth year from his house, Malcolm Baddock, proved why Draco had picked him with a hefty swing at a bludger, sending the vicious ball slamming into Dean Thomas, the boy dropping the quaffle as he spun into the stands. Blaise took advantage, grabbing the quaffle and speeding up the pitch, passing it back and forth between the other two chasers, Vaisley and Harper, the trio managing to avoid every attempt that the Gryffindor seekers made to intercept. Swooping up, Blaise hurled the quaffle with all the force he could, sending the red orb sailing through the left hoop and past McLaggen's outstretched arms, scoring the first ten points of the game to cheers from the Slytherin stands, boos from the other half of the pitch.
Swinging his broom around, Draco resumed his hunt for the snitch, searching intently as he lapped around the outer ring of the pitch, keeping his position above the rest of the game as it continued. The first goal for Slytherin had clicked something inside of Ginny and she was leading the three Gryffindor chasers through dozens of plays that he had to admit he was impressed with, the results of her leadership evident as Gryffindor put away four goals in quick succession.
"Get your shit together, Nott!" Draco called out as he swooped in behind his keeper, getting only a vulgar hand gesture in response. Laughing, Draco changed his tact, diving down to check out the lower regions of the pitch, the Gryffindor seeker opting to tail him for a while instead of searching herself.
"Blaise Zabini has scored again for Slytherin's, he's very handsome, I wonder if that's from exercising a lot," Luna chirped as Blaise beat McLaggen again, the comment about his appearance prompting him to do a quick loop while flexing. "Slytherin are leading with 60 points to 40…"
Draco rose to search from above again, the Gryffindor still mimicking his every move as the match continued, every goal scored on either side prompting both teams to get rougher and rougher. Demelza Robins from Gryffindor was already sporting a blood nose thanks to a well-placed bludger from Baddock, and Vaisley seemed to be barely with it after the Gryffindor beaters, Peakes and Coote, had sandwiched him into flying into one of the towering stands.
"Did you know that there's lots of nargles on quidditch pitches? Oh yes they like to come out and play with all the balls…" Luna informed the school at large, a few laughs breaking out between the intense cheers coming from both ends of the stands. "Oh, yes… Gryffindor lead 170 to 130… Ginny is doing a very good job as captain this year…"
"Nott! Get your fucking act together man!" Draco snarled as he swept past the Slytherin end once more, the keeper not responding at all this time, his gaze focussed on the incoming chasers. Grunting, Draco swung away and sped to the other end of the pitch once more to resume his search, sweat drenching his shirt from the bright sunlight as the match crossed into the two-hour mark, still no sign of his target. The Gryffindor had finally grown bored of tailing him and was doing her own search now, back to swinging around the base of the goalposts.
The Gryffindor chasers were starting to make another run for goals when Draco spotted a flicker of gold right behind Demelza Robins. Glancing down to the Gryffindor seeker, he realised that she hadn't seen it yet and that he might just have an advantage of distance on her. Leaning forwards, he shot towards Demelza, his hand reaching out as he grew closer. The seeker noticed at the same time as the Gryffindor beaters, Peakes and Coote reacting with heavy swings, sending both bludgers speeding towards Draco. He didn't have enough time to pull out or slow down, and his eyes widened as he realised what was about to happen. Gripping his broom tighter with one hand, Draco braced himself for impact, his fingers reaching out and scrabbling before closing around the small, winged golden ball, capturing the snitch seconds before the bludgers connected with his lower back, driving him forwards and into Demelza at speed. Their collision knocked the witch almost clean off of her broom, both players tangled in a mix of red and green robes, spiralling into Ginny Weasley, collecting her as a victim of the crash, Blaise tangled up moments later as they spun into him, the four players spiralling down to the ground with curses from Ginny and Blaise, both Draco and Demelza still too stunned from impact to even speak.
"Oh no, that looks like it might have hurt… I don't think I would like to have been hit like that but I think Draco Malfoy caught the snitch so that means that Slytherin won and won the cup!" Luna leaned forwards to watch, her words bringing screams of delight from one end of the pitch, groans emanating from the other end.
Draco hefted the quidditch cup up over his head to cheers and the sounds of thumping glasses, his trademark smirk a genuine smile for once. The party in the Slytherin common room had been raging since the end of the match, snacks from the kitchen and butterbeer spread around before some of the seventh years had brought out the firewhiskey and the true fun began.
"Mate! That thing's a babe magnet!" Theo grinned at Draco before handing him a shot of firewhiskey, one of his arms wrapped around the shoulders of Tracey Davies, one of their fellow seventh years.
"Nott she's been blind for four years!" Draco laughed as he accepted the shot, knocking it back swiftly, a slight grimace following as the liquor burned down his throat.
"She's not blind mate!" Theo was aghast, punching Draco's arm.
"She is if she's with you!" Draco took the punch, considering putting his friend into a headlock but he decided against it, instead pressing a kiss to Tracey's cheek. "You're too good for him, Davies!" The girl just blushed, shaking her head as she led Theo over to get more drinks. The way her cheeks lit up reminded Draco of the blush Hermione had worn around him most of the year, and he found himself missing the girl's company as he watched his old friend gather a plate for his girlfriend.
"Stop thinking about Granger, Malfoy," Blaise sidled up besides Draco, handing him another shot of whiskey.
"Fuck you, I wasn't thinking about her," Draco huffed, knocking back the second shot with ease, feeling the effects of the liquor as his inhibitions relaxed.
"Fine, maybe I'll go see if she wants a romp between the sheets," Blaise knew something was going on with Malfoy and the Head Girl, and he'd grown tired of the subtle nudges. Things had changed after the war and he was starting to think that happiness mattered more than blood status – not that he ever really cared about blood to begin with. He couldn't deny that the Gryffindor witch was probably a good match for the Slytherin prince though, her wit and intelligence undeniably high, and she'd grown into a damn fine woman underneath those robes.
"Don't you fucking dare, Zabini!" Draco snarled, swaying a bit as he spun quickly to face the exotic wizard, getting right in his face.
"Go fucking do something then, before someone else does!" Blaise rolled his eyes and shoved Draco back, knowing full well that he was goading the Head Boy.
"Fuck you, Zabini!" Draco snarled again before shoving past Blaise, disappearing from the common room, leaving the quidditch cup behind as the only reminder that their team captain had shown up.
Hermione stood suddenly as she heard the portrait open. She hadn't expected Draco to be back in their rooms at all tonight and was taking advantage of her alone time to read by the fireplace, her book falling to the floor as she moved. Her cheeks flamed red when she realised that he was about to see her in her sleepwear, her preferred style at this time of year being a skimpy tank top, and even skimpier lace sleep shorts that did absolutely nothing to hide any part of her body.
"Draco?" her voice squeaked slightly, rising an octave at the end as she questioned, even though she knew it was him who had entered. If his blonde hair hadn't been a dead giveaway, the comforting sense she got when he was around these days would have been.
Draco took a few steps into the common room, emboldened by the firewhiskey until he set his eyes on the petite witch, his mouth suddenly going dry when he took in what she was wearing.
"Granger…" his voice was low, and he was grateful that it didn't crack when he spoke. He liked the way his first name sounded on her lips, but he couldn't bring himself to return the favour and use hers – Granger seemed to fit her better, or so he felt.
"Draco, is everything okay?" Hermione took a few tentative steps towards the blonde, her head tilted up to look at him. She was always taken aback by the fact that he towered over her, but she never once felt intimidated, not even when he was looking at her with such intensity as he was right now.
Draco didn't respond verbally, liquid courage spurring him on as he strode towards the witch who had been making her mark on him for the past eight months, no, eight years if he was honest. Reaching her, he wrapped one arm around her waist to pull her close, leaning down to close the gap as his lips crushed against hers in a bruising kiss. Hermione's eyes widened as sparks tingled in her body, her own arms wrapping around him moments later, hands dragging up and down his shirt – Draco was still in his quidditch uniform sans the robes and padding, and for the first time in her life she found herself rather attracted to the look.
Hermione parted her lips as Draco pressed against her, his tongue all but demanding entrance before sweeping in the second she granted it, exploring and ravaging her mouth in skilful strokes, his arm slipping on her waist, his hand coming to rest against her backside. Hermione responded only with a moan, rising up on her toes to deepen the kiss, her breasts crushed against his chest, and she felt something solid pressing against her abdomen, tantalisingly close to the heat that was pooling in her core.
The short tether on his will snapped as Hermione rolled her hips against him, swallowing her moans as he directed her backwards, making her move with him as he stepped, hands groping at her backside, the kiss unbroken but just as passionate and bruising. Hermione gasped against his lips when her back hit a wall, her chocolate brown eyes widening as she stared into his stormy grey gaze. Her hands moved to tug at his shirt, pulling the emerald fabric up to reveal his upper body to her. Draco pulled back only long enough to help her yank the shirt up over his head, a guttural growl escaping him as he took in the sight of her, lust addling his brain just as much as it was hers. Slamming his lips to hers again, Draco grazed his fingers over her stomach, over the soft fabric of her tank top. He wanted to see what she was hiding underneath the skimpy scraps of material, but he wanted to touch her more than that. Keeping his eyes on hers, he shifted his hand until his palm brushed over the lace shorts that covered her core, feeling the heat radiating from between her thighs. Giving another growl into her mouth, Draco shifted his hand once more, slipping it under the waistband of her shorts to feel along her skin, fingers splaying out as they moved lower and lower, gliding along the slickness that had formed between her legs.
Tugging at her bottom lip with his teeth, Draco shifted his hand once more, his fingers searching until the pad of his index finger found what he wanted, brushing gently over what he knew would be an exceptionally sensitive bundle of nerves. He was right as Hermione's eyes widened and she gasped at the unexpected touch, his fingertip now making lazy circles around the sensitive bud, growing closer and closer before backing away again, teasing the witch now rolling her hips into his hand.
"Draco…" Hermione moaned, dropping her head back against the wall as he came close to touching her clitoris again, only to pull away. "Fuck, please Draco!" She couldn't help it, whatever tether that she had that had been stopping her from going all the way with the blonde Slytherin had snapped, and she wanted him more than she had ever wanted any of her previous sexual partners. He responded to her begs with another movement, his middle finger stroking between her slick folds to tease at her entrance, pressing forwards a moment later as he thrust the digit into her at an agonisingly slow speed, Hermione's back arching as she pushed herself to him again with a drawn out moan, electricity racing through her body, every nerve ending awash with pleasure as he filled her with something, his finger curling up just the right way to reach the areas that she never could.
"Dracoooo!" Hermione bucked her hips against him again, grateful that the wall was helping to keep her upright as his body pressed into her, her nails raking along his back. She didn't care if she was leaving marks, she didn't even care that she was perilously close to reaching her peak already, his slowly thrusting finger and the ever circling taunts around her throbbing clitoris pushing her to the edge. Draco gave his own groan again, slamming his lips back to hers as he kissed her brutally, his middle finger twisting and curling as her walls gripped him like a vice. If he had been surprised not to find any resistance in her channel, he hadn't shown it. It didn't bother him if Hermione had slept with no one, or a hundred men, he just wanted her. Dragging his index finger over her sensitive nerves again, he gave up on his teasing circles to instead flick over the bundle repeatedly, feeling the way it caused her to contract around his finger, her eyes rolling back into her head as she moaned into their kiss.
"Fuck Draco!" Hermione was the one to break the kiss this time, turning her head to get away from his lips only so that she could cry out his name as pleasure crashed over her, her muscles tightening and relaxing, spasming as she climaxed against his hand. She didn't let it stop her though, still not fully satisfied, not when she could feel him pressing against her. Dragging her nails down his back, Hermione knew she left a few marks before she managed to get her hands between them instead, fumbling with the button that kept his form fitting quidditch trousers in place. She had only just managed to get the fly undone when Draco withdrew his fingers from inside of her shorts, grabbing the lace and tugging it instead, pulling her shorts down her thighs until she could let them fall away completely. Hermione barely registered that they were gone as she managed to push his trousers and underwear down in one swift move, freeing his rather hard length from the confines of his uniform. Draco growled again, in too much of a rush to bother letting her undress him fully, figuring his trousers were down far enough. Wrapping one of his arms around Hermione, he hoisted the witch up enough for her to wrap her legs around his waist, her back still pressed to the wall, his other hand worked between them to hold himself steady, lining up with her still soaked entrance. Groaning with need, Draco slowly thrust forwards, pressing against her until she stretched just enough to allow him to sink in, filling her inch by agonisingly slow inch, both of them wanting to drag out the feelings, her of being filled and him of the tight, clenching walls gripping his member.
Pressing against Hermione, Draco rested his forehead against hers, grey locked on brown as he sank all the way into her, their hips firmly together as they stayed in place, both gasping with need and desire.
"Please…" Hermione whispered, her breath brushing over his lips and that word was all he needed, pulling back only to slam himself forwards and fill her again, thrusting over and over again, Hermione's back hitting against the wall with every jarring thrust he made. Her arms were wrapped around him again, one hand clawing at his back as the other came up to tangle in his tousled blonde hair, the silky strands gliding through her fingers as he took her. There wasn't much to his rhythm at this point but Hermione found herself not caring, his hand still trapped between them, his fingers stretching to flick at and lightly pinch her clitoris again, drawing moans of pure pleasure from her lips. Draco sped up at the moans, her sounds spurring him on as he thrust into her with wild abandon, knowing that he was embarrassingly close but wanting to get there anyway, lust clouding his mind.
Pinching at her clitoris again, Hermione arched her back and screamed out her pleasure as she climaxed again, her walls gripping him like a vice as she clenched down, pleasure filling every space in and out of her body as sparks exploded around them, figuratively and literally as she lost control. Draco gave a primal grunt of his own as he slammed into her one last time, her convulsing walls keeping him in place and driving him over the edge as well, pleasure rocking his body as he reached his own climax, releasing his load deep within her, practically twitching in time with his heartbeat as he filled her with his semen, hips rolling to drive it deep into her.
"Draco!"
"Hermione!"