I own nothing but the plot.
Warning. Mature themes, adult content within.
June 22nd, 1999
Draco Malfoy was used to many things. He was used to being feared and respected. He was used to ruling the Slytherin house, used to dominating Hogwarts. During the war, he became used to stress, he became used to deceit and deception. He became used to making himself scarce when Voldemort had taken residence in the Manor that had belonged to his family for centuries.
Yes, Draco Malfoy was used to many things. Being ignored and avoided was not one of them, and he found that he didn't like it at all. Especially when it was a certain bushy haired witch avoiding him, a witch who he couldn't get off his mind. He hadn't seen her for almost a month, she was either gone before he got up, or just never came back to their common room at all. He knew that she was in her room this time though, having heard her moving during the night when he ventured to the bathroom.
Thus, Draco Malfoy found himself sitting on the chair he had pulled to the base of her small staircase at the crack of dawn, arms folded over his chest and a scowl on his sharp face. Draco Malfoy didn't like to be ignored, and he wasn't going to put up with it any longer. His muscles grew stiff as he sat and waited, the sun rising steadily over the castle grounds and noises beginning to sound from the Head Girl's room. It was still too early for breakfast when the bedroom door cracked open at last and the witch of all his frustrations slipped out, hoisting her book bag over her shoulder as she made down the stairs.
"You've been avoiding me, Granger," Draco's voice cut through the otherwise silent room, hoarse from hours without use.
"Jesus fuck!" Hermione slipped, crashing onto her backside on the stairs, hand flying up to her chest to rest over her racing heart. "What the fuck Malfoy!?"
"I didn't think I was that terrifying!" Draco leapt from his chair, knocking it back as he made to stride up the stairs to help her up. His foot barely pressed against the third step before there was a rumble followed by clicks, each step tilting into a smooth slide, sending him crashing down face first onto the stone. Throwing his hands out to catch himself, Draco swore before sliding back down to the base in a heap, Hermione crashing into him seconds later as she slid down the newly formed slide.
"Did no one ever tell you not to go into the girls' dormitory?" Hermione huffed as she tumbled into his strong form, books spilling from her bag as the pair tangled together in an undignified heap on the floor. "And I'm not avoiding you, why would I be avoiding you?"
"This is our first conversation in three weeks, Granger," Draco raised an eyebrow as Hermione's hand pressed into his chest, holding him down as she pushed herself upright, a hand rising to straighten her tie.
"Exams start on Monday, Malfoy. I've been studying, as you should be," Hermione huffed, bending to grab the strap of her book bag again, eager to be away from the Slytherin. She didn't have much chance though as his hand shot out, strong fingers wrapping around her wrist to stop her moving further. She gasped, well aware of his grip but surprised by the gentleness in the action.
"You've used my name for months. Do you regret it?" Draco sat up as he stared intently into her chocolate brown pools, searching for an answer that he wasn't even sure he wanted. He had missed her friendship, her companionship. He missed bouncing ideas for potions off of her and picking her brain for new suggestions. He missed her touch, her taste and her smell. He missed her, and he knew it.
"I… Malfoy… Draco…" Hermione sighed, looking away from the wizard searching her soul. She didn't know what to tell him. She didn't know how to feel or what to think. "Okay, fine. I've been avoiding you." She opted for the easier answer of what he had posed to her already.
"Why?" Draco's voice was soft, his grip relaxing on her wrist. His heart pounded in his chest, and fear knotted deep in his stomach as he waited for her answer. "Do you regret it, Hermione?"
"Draco…" Hermione sighed, a blush creeping across her cheeks. Looking back towards the man sitting before her, she felt a lump catch in her throat as a muscle feathered in his jaw and his eyes clouded over with what almost looked like hurt. She had seen him lower his guard already this year, but this was the first time she'd been able to describe him as vulnerable.
"I'll relocate to the Slytherin dungeons immediately," Draco's voice was quiet as he let go of her wrist completely, the knot in his stomach settling to become what he expected to be a permanent fixture, along with the ache in his chest. It surprised him how much her lack of answer was hurting. He knew he'd grown attached to the witch but it hadn't dawned on him that he was actually developing feelings for her beyond platonic. Sure, he knew he was attracted to her, but he was starting to think that it was more than just hormones raging through his blood.
Hermione bit her lip to keep in a cry as she heard his words, astounded that he was willing to give her the Head Dormitory with no argument at all. But she didn't want that. She didn't know how she felt about most things, but she knew what she wanted, or didn't want. For once in her life though, Hermione Granger was rendered speechless and if she didn't figure out something soon, it was going to cause damage she wasn't sure anyone could repair. Opening and closing her mouth a few times, she tried to find the words to explain what was going on her mind, to explain that she was still trying to work out everything with her failed relationship with Ron, that she was trying to figure out why every time she closed her eyes she fantasised about the blonde, that she was trying to understand why she missed him so much.
Opting for action when words continued to fail her, Hermione gave up and threw herself at the wizard, her body crashing into his again. His arms reflexively came out to catch her, lips parting to ask what she was doing. He didn't have a chance to form the words before her mouth was on his, all of her frustration and confusion expressed in the heated kiss. Draco was stunned, taking a few seconds to actually realise what she was doing, his body language changing as soon as he figured it out. One arm stayed wrapped around her waist as the other came up to tangle in her hair, just wanting to feel the surprisingly soft curls. His lips moved against hers until she deepened the kiss again, her tongue swiping at his bottom lip, coaxing his own to come out and play.
Draco had no idea how long they were making out for before Hermione's hips moved and he felt more than anything her gasp against his lips when she made contact with the achingly hard front of his trousers.
"Hermione, you don't have to…" Draco tore away from the kiss to rasp out when her hands moved to his belt, her fingers scrabbling at the buckle as she clumsily tried to release it.
"Shut up, Draco," Hermione's own voice was breathy and laced with pure lust. The witch wanted him more than she'd wanted anything in a long time, and she felt her whole body aching with need, aching to be closer to him, to be filled by him. Succeeding with his belt, she left it in the loops and came to work at his fly, tugging the button and zipper down with ease. She rose over him slightly, one hand slipping into his trousers and under the strained fabric of his underwear. Hermione groaned at the same time as Draco as her hand wrapped around the silken yet steel appendage between his thighs, palming his length for a moment before freeing it from the confines of his clothing.
"Hermione…" Draco rasped again, releasing his grip on the witch to instead lay back across the floor, propped up only on his elbows. His heart was racing in his chest and he knew she could tell, each thump reflected with a twitch of his shaft, standing proudly to attention.
Hermione didn't respond with words, her tongue coming out to flick over her bottom lip as she took in the sight of the wizard in front of her, eyes locking on his for a moment before her attention went straight back to his lap. Impatience got the better of her after a few seconds, she needed to feel him inside of her now. Rising up on her knees, Hermione shifted into position straddling him, her skirt hiked up her thighs. She settled herself above him, one hand slipping between her legs, blush burning over her cheeks as she felt just how hot and slick she was down there. Grabbing at her own panties, she tugged them to the side and held them there, hips rolling as she lined herself up with Draco, the head of his cock brushing over her soaked folds before finding her entrance. Rocking once more, Hermione locked her eyes on his silvery gaze, sinking down with a gasp, impaling herself on every glorious inch he had to offer her.
"Fuck!" Draco growled out, his hips bucking up as Hermione lowered herself onto him, feeling her heat wrap around him like a glove. He knew she wasn't a virgin when they first slept together, but he was surprised to find that she seemed rather… experienced as she started to rock against him, her own hips rolling as she started to ride him. His hands moved to grip her waist, not guiding her, only holding as Hermione continued to move, raising herself up only to slam back down and impale herself, his cock twitching in her snug channel as he struggled not to lose his control prematurely. He'd never had that problem before, but something about the Gryffindor witch undid him every time he saw her.
Hermione gave a wanton moan as she shifted on him, leaning forwards to brace her hands on his shoulders, speeding up her rises and falls. Her thighs were tensed and she felt a cramp forming but she was more concerned with the tension coiling in her belly, her adjusted angle causing her clit to grind against his pelvis every time she dropped down against him. She knew she'd be bruised most likely from the way she was slamming herself into him, but she really didn't care as her climax started to build.
"Fuuuuck!" Draco growled again as Hermione leaned over him, her full breasts pressing into his chest. His hands slid up her hips, yanking her shirt out of her skirt so that he could feel her skin, working his way up the white fabric to find her covered breasts. Grinning when he felt the lace that no one would expect the supposedly prudish Head Girl to wear, Draco splayed his fingers out and palmed at her, groping as best he could while she rode him. He felt her orgasm before he saw her fall apart, her inner walls clenching and spasming around his entire length as she slammed herself down and started to practically hump him, the sensations too much for him as well, unloading his release inside of her with a purely male, primal roar.
Hermione slumped down on top of him, gasping for breath as she tried to calm down, her hips slowing down. There was nothing but the sound of their mixed gasps for a few minutes, Hermione rolling off of him at last, a whimper escaping her as his still hard shaft slipped free.
"Draco…" Hermione gasped again, turning to look at him, feeling a wave of arousal wash over her at the predatory gleam in his eyes.
Draco didn't say a word, shifting over the witch of his fantasies, lips crushing against hers in another savage, bruising kiss. His hands yanked at her tie, tugging the knot free before tossing it aside, feverishly working at the buttons on her shirt, wanting to see more. Hermione moaned against his lips as she returned the kiss before yielding to him, her own hands working at his tie, slipping it free and tossing it over her shoulder, yanking at his collar hard enough for the top two buttons to rip free, bouncing across the plush carpet.
Hermione moaned against his mouth again as Draco's tongue swept through her mouth, exploring and claiming her, his hands working down to push her bra out of the way, her shirt opened to expose herself to his view, not that he seemed to be looking anywhere but into her eyes. She rolled her hips again as she felt his still hard cock press against her drenched core, the lace of her panties back blocking him from entering her once more.
Draco pulled his head back, teeth tugging at her bottom lip, sucking at it for a moment before releasing. Kissing his way down her jaw, he trailed his tongue teasingly lower, working over her neck until he reached the juncture of her throat and collarbone, teeth sinking in hard enough to leave a mark. Crying out, Hermione raised her hands to tangle in his hair, silky platinum strands caught in her fists.
"Draco! Fuck! Please, fuck me!" Hermione begged, and she wasn't even ashamed. She still wanted him, couldn't get enough of him. Gliding his hands down her sides, Draco hiked her skirt up to get where he needed to be, hands finding the lace blocking her lower half still. Catching his fingers in the sides, he tugged hard, repeating the motion until they ripped, yanking her panties free with little fanfare. Shifting his hips, he slid one hand lower to wrap around the base of his cock, lining himself up with her still soaked, still eager pussy, spearing forwards to bury himself in one swift movement, lips wrapping around a stiffened nipple at the same time.
Hermione moaned, arching her back at the dual contact, her hands tugging at his hair to keep him against her breast, legs coming up to wrap around his waist, preventing him from pulling back too far. She didn't want to be without him right now, or ever with the way he was making her feel. Draco's teeth grazed over her nipple, biting and tugging at it with ease, each motion sending jolts of electricity through her body. Releasing one hand from his hair, she flung it over her head as she arched in ecstasy while he thrust into her repeatedly, muffled moans against her breast, her own loud and clear.
Draco couldn't control himself at all this time, his will power completely gone as he slammed himself into the witch, her inner walls practically milking him as she clenched and relaxed under him, rhythmic enough that he was almost certain that she was doing it purpose. He couldn't handle the sensations any longer, driving his hips forwards, pulling away from her breast to slam his lips against hers once more, letting her swallow his roar of pleasure. His eyes locked into hers, grey searching chocolate brown as he released himself within her again, her orgasm crashing down seconds later.
Hermione's hand moved over her head, knocking into her bookbag. She needed to grip something as she came with him, fingers wrapping around the slender handle of her wand, red sparks shooting into the air seconds later, her magic mixing with her climax.
"Has anyone seen Hermione?" Neville Longbottom glanced along the Gryffindor table nervously as they neared the end of breakfast.
"Not since she went back to her dorm last night," Ginny shrugged, speaking between mouthfuls of scrambled eggs.
"Thank God," muttered Seamus, scooping his own breakfast into his mouth.
It wasn't that the Gryffindors didn't love Hermione. They just liked smaller doses of the witch, especially around exams. She'd become an almost permanent fixture in the Gryffindor common room, and had taken to bombarding each of them with revision plans and quizzes the second they walked past her.
"This is our first planner free morning in like a month, Neville. Don't ruin it now!" Dean piped up from where he was slumped over the table.
"Amen to that," Ginny finished off her eggs, dropping her cutlery down as the doors to the Great Hall swung open, Draco Malfoy sauntering through. Ginny raised an eyebrow as she watched the Head Boy make his way to the Slytherin table, one hand thrust in his pocket as he walked, his hair more tousled than usual. Almost like he'd been running his hands through it all morning. Or someone else had. Conversation continued around her as Dean went back to trying to explain muggle football to the two wizards, West Ham preparing to play in a summer competition that Dean wanted to attend.
"Bit relaxed there, mate. Slept in?" Blaise quirked a brow as Draco settled into a seat.
The Slytherin Prince only smirked, pouring himself a cup of strong coffee, one hand still in the pocket of his slacks, fingers idly stroking along a scrap of ripped, damp lace.
"Slept with someone, more like," Theo grimaced as he recognised the satisfied look on Draco's face.
Draco didn't say a word, the mug smirk never fading as he raised his coffee to his lips, not at all oblivious to the fawning looks he was getting from some of the younger Slytherin females, a few pointing and fanning at his casual look, tie missing and the first few buttons of his shirt undone – or missing.
"Ugh, lucky bastard."
"Morning guys!" Hermione breathlessly greeted her friends as she dropped into the empty space beside Neville at the Gryffindor table, immediately reaching for the orange juice, knowing she only had a few minutes to eat before classes started.
"Morning Hermione," the three chorused back at her, Seamus looking up to smile at her. The smile faltered on his lips as he took in the dishevelled look of the Head Girl.
"What's that?" Seamus tilted his head, one hand pointing at her throat.
"What's what?" Blushing furiously, Hermione raised her hand to her throat, fingers ducking under her collar to cover the hickey that had been left behind.
"Nice tie, Hermione," Ginny commented dryly, finishing the last of her tea.
"What?" frowning, Hermione looked down at herself, eyes widening and blush deepening as her gaze caught the silver and green fabric hanging from her neck. "Oh fuck."
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