In an unprecedented move, I've come to drop off a one-shot completely unrelated to any of my other Dramione stories, after a much too long hiatus. I give you something I have not before attempted in my other works... SMUT!
This is... Well, honestly I'm quite nervous to share this piece. Not that I haven't read far more explicit stuff on FF before... But still. It's one thing to stretch those smut writing muscles privately and another to basically announce to the world "Hey... I may just be getting started with a new plot thickener."
Aaaaannnyyyways... Enjoy the smut and vulgar language and little bit of fluff lol.
Be warned: run-on sentences and trains of thought are kinda my thing.
Never in a million years did Draco Malfoy think that he'd ever be where he was today. Sat on Hermione Granger's couch with the Golden Girl herself between his legs, on her knees, with his cock in her mouth. Merlin, if he could stay here forever, just like this, he would in a heartbeat. Just forever with one of her hands massaging his tightening balls, the other one stroking his cock up and down in time with her mouth, her cheeks hollowed out as she literally sucked the life out of him, eyelashes fluttering as she moaned around him and occasionally looked up at him with what he had come to find were deceptively innocent-looking big golden brown eyes.
He wasn't sure exactly how he managed this one. He must have pleased someone right, unwittingly done something good for the right being to end up with the Minister of Magic willingly sucking his dick like her life depended on it. Salazar's pants, between the mental and the real image of Hermione Granger slobbin' on his knob and the sounds she was making that vibrated all the right parts of him, he couldn't keep his own moans and groans together.
It was so good, his thoughts were literally going in circles. Fuck.
How'd he end up here? Spread out on her couch like a fucking meal: legs bent at the knee, knees spread wide to accommodate her, slouched into her couch with his neck thrown over the back of it, eyes closed and hands loosely laid on either side of him, his shirt open all the way and hanging off his shoulders, his pants undone and pulled down just enough to get his cock out. Merlin…
He needed another look just to be sure it was real.
He needed to touch her to confirm it.
There just was no way goody two shoes Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley's ex wife, Brightest Witch of Her Age would be sucking off, Draco Malfoy, ever.
So he reached out to stroke her hair first before sliding that hand to her cheek, then down her neck a little, gathering her hair along the way. She gave a hum of approval that earned her a hiss of pleasure from him. Her eyes flashed up at him and he saw a gleam of satisfaction to his response reflected there and in the tiny smirk she managed around his cock, just the edge of her lip tipping up. With her hair gathered in his hand, he shifted forward a bit for leverage and settled his hand on the back of her head, pushing her down to direct her rhythm and moaning when he felt her hand replaced at the base of his cock by her wet, warm lips, the tip hitting the back of her throat, making her gag.
"Yeeesssss," he hissed, unable to stop the words from starting to come out. "...Yeah… just like that, Granger." He grunted when she sucked particularly hard on the tip of his dick, flicking her tongue at the underside of it in that extremely sensitive spot. She clearly didn't need his guidance. He was doing her a favor, holding her hair like that, so he could watch as her lips sank down over his cock. He released a great release of air at the view and started muttering nonsense, "Granger… Granger…" hiss "yeah just like that… yes… Gods yes… such a good girl, sucking my cock like that… Merlin… could stay like this forever…"
Apparently, he'd gotten too comfortable and fucked up somewhere in his ramblings though, because suddenly her head stopped bobbing up and down and when he glanced down at her she was glaring back up at him, cock still in her mouth. Merlin, just the image of it. His eyes opened wide and he could feel his 16 year-old self doing fucking somersaults. Then, she hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard, dragging her head all the way back up to the tip of his cock and releasing him with a loud POP. He threw his head back and gave a great loud moan of "Fuuuuck."
Her hand continued to stroke him, but she'd removed her mouth completely, and her hand on his balls too. When he glanced down at her again, she was unhappily contemplating him.
"What did you say?" Up stroke, twist of the wrist.
Gods, she'd rendered him stupid. He stared back at her, glancing between her hand and lips and eyes, mouth hanging open, panting like he'd run a fucking marathon. She sat cool as a cucumber, shirt half unbuttoned, hair a mess, lipstick smeared a little on one corner of her mouth. All he could manage was an unintelligent "Wh-what?"
"What-" another up stroke "did" down stroke "you" up stroke "just" down stroke "say?" Up stroke and a little squeeze at the tip.
He swallowed, running through what he remembered of his ramblings, trying to find what ticked her off so she'd continue with his cock down her throat. Again, another undignified response, "Uh… that I…that I…"
She flicked her tongue out to taste the bead of precum building. She looked back up at him through her lashes and said, "Yes?"
He stared at her, wide eyed, "That I could stay like this forever…"
She flattened her tongue on the underside of his dick and slowly ran it from base to tip and finished the experience with a contemplative hum. Pulling back from him again to continue her hand strokes, she responded with, "No. Before that."
A very dim light bulb turned on in his head, "Good- I-I said you were such a good girl sucking my cock like that."
Another quiet little hum from her throat as she regarded him. "Why?"
His abs tightened and he furrowed his brow at her, "What do you mean 'why'?"
She leaned forward again, placing a light kiss this time to the new bead of precum and sliding her mouth down the outside of his shaft rather than letting it slide down her throat. On her way back up, she made sure to use her tongue for lubrication. Gods, Merlin, and Salazar, the minx had allowed him to catch his breath before he could cum down her throat but was making sure to keep his engines fired while they talked. He couldn't decide if he hated how smart she was or loved every second of it.
"Why'd you call me a good girl while I had your cock down my throat?"
His mouth dropped open even more. He hadn't realized how hot filthy words coming out her mouth so naturally would be. His dick twitched in her hand and she squeezed.
Letting his head fall back again and closing his eyes to relish at least the hand job, he answered "Uh… I don't know. Didn't really think, just kinda came out. Didn't figure much at the time, but if I had to wager, I'd say I'd have thought you'd like being called a good girl, all things considered."
Apparently he'd fucked up again because she demanded he look at her, and when he lifted his head up to peer down at her, she flatted her tongue and licked right up the middle of his ballsack and then sucked the right one into her mouth, humming at his open mouthed panting look. Releasing it and kissing up his shaft, she leaned back again and asked, "Considering what things?"
He huffed incredulously, eyes wide in utter awe and disbelief, "Well first of all, that. This… whole… scenario. Second, you're a swot, Granger. You know it. I know it. All of at least Wizarding England knows it. Quite the teacher's pet, you are, aren't you? All that praise seeking tends to tilt people into thinking you'd enjoy being praised in the bedroom too, wouldn't you think?"
She studied him, but continued to stroke him. He hoped she was done talking and would return his cock to her throat. At last, she gave a tiny nod and a little noise of agreement, and he was certain they'd continue.
But instead, she stopped all together.
He unwittingly gave a whine and leaned forward a bit, just as she stood up, forcing him to lean back again and look up at her. She looked down at him and then moved to the armchair next to the couch. Watching her, he berated himself for allowing himself to get so taken advantage of and left in such a disarrayed look when she barely looked ravished at all. He'd have to remedy that and return the favor. As soon as he figured out a way to get her back on her knees and choking on his dick. But, in what he was finding was true Granger fashion, she threw him off balance again and crooked her finger at him, beckoning him to her. And when he made to stand, she barked, "No… On your knees."
He stared at her in disbelief. Was she seriously demanding that the Head of House Malfoy crawl to her? At the appearance of her arched eyebrow, yes, yes the bitch did expect that he do so, and promptly too. And to his horror he found himself slowly sinking to his knees on her carpeted floor and placing his hands before him.
And as he made his way to her, she hiked her skirt up, showing off a pair of matching black panties to her lacy black bra, spread her legs and hooked a knee over an armrest. When he was between her legs and sliding his hands up her thighs, eyes zeroed in on her covered cunt, she snapped him back to attention with a smack to his hand that'd been reaching for a touch. He flinched and glared up at her. She looked back down at him, unimpressed.
"I told you to 'come here'. I did not tell you, you could touch. You will watch, until I tell you otherwise." He continued to glare, while his cock twitched, and her fingers made their way into her knickers. As he watched her face, he could see her hand making slow circles out the corner of his eye and smell her arousal wafting up to his nose. Her lips formed words, "Watch, Malfoy. And strip."
Defiantly, he didn't move. This was not something he was used to at all. Most witches he'd been with threw themselves at him. Most witches let him do as he pleased with them. Let him dominate them. Relished it even. Begged for it. Promised to be good. They didn't talk back or stop halfway through their blowjob to turn into some other kind of sexual being. They wouldn't dare to even try to tell him what to do, let alone demand he crawl and strip for them. Who did she think he was? Who did she think she was?!
But at her re-arched brow, he found himself begrudgingly doing as she bade, and stripping his shirt and pants fully before returning back to his knees before her, watching her hand circle her clit under her knickers. He was Draco Malfoy, The Unworthy. And she was The Great Hermione Granger, Bringer of Light. And he might glare through the whole night, but he'd be grateful she allowed him this experience.
"It would seem I've misjudged you." He pried his eyes from her twirling fingers to look up at her face. She made a gesture to her top and said, "Vanish this, I know you can do simple wandless non-verbals too." He gave a little squinty eyed glare, but in a moment her tits were on full display for him, and he found his mouth dry and eyes focused on her chest.
He flexed his hands on his knees, balling them into fists to hold himself together. She continued to watch him as she gave a relaxed little sigh and settled back into the chair. Naturally, this spread her legs a little more and pushed her cunt a little closer to his face, leading to another good lungful of her arousal. His eyelashes fluttered and he breathed in deep. Wet sounds filled the silence.
"It would seem that the male populace seems to forget my leadership skills and ambitious and controlling nature when I take one of you home. Eyes back on my pussy, Malfoy. And touch yourself, we can't have you going soft yet." He obeyed and could make out through the lace her two middle fingers sinking in and out of her cunt. Wet squelching noises helped him along as he began stroking himself.
"I'm not sure what happens, but suddenly all that goes out the window in your minds, and all you seem to recall is school girl Hermione Granger. I partially blame this on a 7 year boarding school system. Wizards a few years older and younger than me in Wizarding England more than likely went to school with me. But that doesn't fully excuse it." She pulled her hand out of her panties. "Run your nose over my knickers and smell what I've done."
He let go of his cock and braced himself on her thighs, carding his nose between her pussy lips over the wet barely there material and taking in a large inhale. Merlin and Morgana, Gods above and below. His eyes rolled and his lashes fluttered closed. Her hand found its way to his head, running her nails over his scalp and fisting the hair at the back. He did it again. She let out a sigh and made a quiet kittenish sound before forcefully pulling his face away from her. He flexed his fingers on the flesh of her thighs, unwilling to part from her cunt, but didn't resist. She looked down at him and gave a little frown.
He was smirking. He'd heard that little keen of hers.
And then his mouth was filled with the fingers from the hand that'd been playing with herself and he shut his eyes again and moaned. When she began to pull her hand back, he grabbed her wrist and suckled on her fingers, running his tongue over and between them, making sure to get every bit of her essence in eye-shut bliss.
When he let go and reopened his eyes, she was completely nude before him. His breath came fast, his cock twitched to attention against his stomach, and he didn't know where to look. Fuck, magic was wonderful.
"It would seem, Malfoy, you also fell victim to this thought process," he looked into her eyes again. Right, she was still talking about being called a good girl. "I'll have to remedy that idea before letting you loose out into the world again."
He furrowed his brows. 'Loose out into the world again'? He didn't want to be loose. He wanted to be here, panting over her glistening wet cunt and staring up at her big brown eyes and rosy tipped tits. He wanted to taste them and nibble on her tightened nipples, knead and pinch them in his hands. But most of all, he wanted to taste her core. His eyes fell back to that wonderful place. He hadn't even really been there yet but he suspected it'd be glorious. As he watched, her hand found its way back down there and she circled her pointer and middle fingers to spread her juices. Her other hand reached out and tipped his chin up to force him to look her in the eyes again.
His ice blonde hair was a mess and his eyes were blown wide, black pupils almost fully taking over his gray irises. "You truly are a beautiful man, Draco Malfoy. Like some kind of fallen angel." She removed her fingers from her cunt again and held them to his lips. He happily cleaned them for her but didn't look away. Her hand on his chin moved to the back of his head again and she removed her fingers from his mouth. And looking him dead in the eye she said, "Feast."
He did not hesitate.
He closed his eyes and dove headfirst into her core, sliding his arms under and over the tops of her legs to grip her thighs and spread her open more, pulling her down the chair and into his mouth. His nose buried against her pubic bone and tongue dipped deep inside of her. He groaned at the taste of her. She clenched around him and moaned loud, her grip on his hair tightening.
Feast, he did, like a man starved.
He glanced up as he devoured her. She was panting hard, pupils blown out, rocking her pussy into his mouth. Meeting his eyes, she pinched her nipple and then reached for one of his hands. She pulled his long arm straight and batted her lashes at him as she sucked on his thumb, reminding him of his abandoned cock. His eyes closed and he moaned again and she whined around his fingers before he felt her press that same hand against her tit and coax it to squeeze.
He squeezed hard and she hissed. He kneaded and she sighed. Then he remembered the humiliation from earlier and pinched her nipple, causing it to harden further and her to release another whining hiss.
He glared up at her bliss riddled closed eyed expression from his place between her thighs. She deserved a little pain. Look what she'd reduced him to, following her demands like a fucking dog. No one treated him like that, ever.
With eyes on her face, he focused on her clit. Sliding two fingers into her sopping cunt, he found her g-spot and started thrusting. She whined and moaned and pulled his face against her core until he wasn't sure if she wasn't actually trying to smother him with it. He was sure, though, that if she did it'd be worth it. But to threaten the life of a Malfoy? She deserved some punishment. So he reached up with the hand that'd been thrusting into her too and pinched both her nipples and sucked hard on her clit. And Gods what a beautiful sight.
Her eyes slammed shut. She threw her head back, her curls flying everywhere and a gasp escaped from her lips. Her back arched. Both hands gripped his head to her cunt. And her lips were parted in that oh so satisfying O shape of a silent scream of release as she rocked her hips frantically against his tongue.
His sucking on her clit turned to delicate kisses and licks over her whole pussy. His hands returned to massaging her heaving tits, her breaths coming in heavy pants. Her body melted in his hold, a satisfied sound coming from her throat. And her fisting of his hair turned into petting and nails running delicately over his scalp.
He was basically purring at the sensation and a job well done.
Eventually, she wiggled a little away from him with a satisfied sigh and a little tug at his hair. He returned a favor and released her clit with a pop, grinning at the mess he'd made of her cunt, his face covered in her fluids.
She grinned down at him, "Good job, Malfoy." He huffed a laugh and nuzzled into her thigh, peppering kisses back up to her pussy. "Now blow." He looked at her questioningly. She smiled and then pursed her lips and blew cool air over his face. He mimicked her and blew right on her dripping cunt, watching as she clenched on nothing, a satisfied purr coming from her as she stretched, her arms reaching above her before one fell back to massage a tit and then the other joined to roll her nipples back into tightened peaks.
She looked back down at him and grinned, "I think it's your turn, Mr. Malfoy."
His forgotten cock twitched back to life.
She stood up, but he didn't move so his face ended up right back in the crux of her thighs. She giggled and brushed his hair back when he swiped his tongue out for one more taste, his hands on her hips for leverage. He was just about to push her back down for more when she said, "Switch Draco."
That was the second time she'd said his name tonight.
And he was just as quick to obey this time as he'd been to her silent request last time. Turning them around and settling into the chair she'd just vacated, he looked up at her expectantly.
"You know what, Malfoy?" She smirked down at him, he shook his head. For such a small woman, he wasn't sure how she always seemed to be looking down at him.
She took a step forward and slowly straddled him. Settling her bent knees on either side of his thighs, she slid forward until his face was practically in her breasts and her pussy lips were spread around his cock without sinking down onto him. She rocked her hips and her cunt slid up and down his dick, lubricating him in her juices. He gripped her hips tightly and closed his eyes with a hiss. Leaning forward to whisper in his ear, she told him, "I already know I'm a good girl. I don't need the praise. The sounds you make, the look on your face, your obedience. It all tells me I'm doing as good a job as I always do." She rolled her hips again and he opened his eyes to look down between them to watch it the third time as her pussy slid up his cock, the head just dipping in the barest bit before she moved just enough that when she slid back down he stayed outside. Then she reached down and gripped him, slowly starting to stroke him.
He groaned and sighed and started testing the bounds of her control, sliding his hands up her sides, trying to see what she'd let him get away with. So far he hadn't really done anything she hadn't told him to do, and he wanted to see if he had some autonomy over his actions again.
She didn't stop him. Goosebumps broke out over her skin. His hands continued their trek until he was kneading her breasts again and rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
She continued to stroke him and occasionally wet him by grinding her pussy against him. He whimpered and groaned every time, and she just continued on the same, her breath coming a little more laboriously in reaction to his touches.
He decided to try another experiment and lowered his mouth to her flesh, sucking her nipple into his mouth while continuing to massage the other. This time she sighed and ran her other hand up the back of his head through his hair, holding him to her. He growled quietly against her and began to savor both of her breasts. Her hand on his cock released him and joined the other in his hair. He took advantage and, sliding his hand around her lower back, he pulled her hips flush against his abdomen and leaned her back some as her breaths came heavy in his ear with his ministrations. The head of his cock slipped back to being barely inside her as he rolled his hips for the slightest bit of friction and he growled again against her breast.
"Draco," she whispered, earning her a rumble from his chest, "Do you know what I think?" He hummed, his lips moving from her breast to her collar bone to her neck, up to that sensitive spot under her ear before sucking on the lobe. She sighed again, exposing her neck a bit more to him. Whispering again, she said, "I think," she pulled back slightly to push him gently back against the chair again. Grabbing hold of his cock, she gave two quick strokes before lining herself up. She looked up at him and said, "I think it's you who likes being 'a good boy', Malfoy." And then she sunk down on his cock and all the air rushed out of his lungs.
She took advantage of his being dumbstruck and, using his shoulders for leverage, began impaling herself on him. He quickly caught up and got a grip on her ass though, squeezing her cheeks roughly, spreading them apart and letting go again. She moaned so loud at that and praised him, "Yesss Malfoy." He growled deep in his throat and gripped her hair, pulling her head back. Her mouth dropped open, her back arched, and she kept up her pace on his cock. He moaned at the sensation and leaned forward to take possession of her lips.
He ravished her mouth, her peaked nipples brushed against his chest, his cock sunk in and out of her soaking wet pussy, and she moaned so deep into him. His other hand found it's way back to her ass cheek and squeezed. And, before he realized what he was doing, he smacked her bouncing ass one, two, three times, making sure it was enough force to sting, and giving a little squeeze to the jiggling flesh at the end of each. She ripped her mouth away from him with a gasp and whined, her pace picking up and her thighs trembling.
"Yes Draco. Yes," she whispered against his neck. "Just like that, such a good boy."
This bitch.
He let go of her hair, laid his hand on her back to encourage her to lay against his chest, and then gripped her ass in both hands and began controlling her thrusts. She keened, mouthing at his neck, moaning in his ear, clenching around his cock. He growled deep in his throat and began thrusting back up into her in quick hard succession.
"Please, please, fuck, don't stop." Gods, she was so mouthy. She just kept going in-between moans and whines. "Right there, yes. Fuck fuck fuck… Don't stop. Don't stop, please! Ugh, harder, harder Malfoy. Harder! Yes! Oooo so, so good." She was throwing her ass back on his cock with each of his thrusts. Her moans and the sounds of wet slapping flesh were loud in his ear. "Yes… fuck… fuck, such a good boy. Fucking me so good. Fuck. Such a good, good boy."
That was the last straw. Good boy? He'd give her a fucking good boy.
And he thrust up hard into her and spanked her again. One, two, three. She clenched hard around him and wailed, "Dracoooooo!" Four, five, six. And she came with a gasp followed by a low moan of "Fuuuuuuuuck!" As her body first stiffened in his hold before totally melting against him. He tilted her back again, to circle her clit with his thumb. She squirmed at the over sensitivity, her fluttering walls squeezing tight around his cock again. He let her go so she could lay against his chest mewling like a kitten as he thrusted one, two, three more times before biting down on her shoulder to smother his groan as he came deep inside her cunt.
They stayed there, wrapped up around each other, breathing heavily. He softly sucked and licked at the spot where he bit her before blowing cool air over the mark. Looking down her back he could make out the red hand prints he'd left on her ass cheeks. Smirking into her chest, he whispered a cooling charm over the area. She shivered against him, making a small noise of discomfort. He quietly hushed her, nuzzling into her neck. At his cock softening inside her, she began to move. With a hiss at the uncomfortable sensation, she slowly lifted herself off of him, his cock slipping out of her. He helped steady her as she got to her feet, immediately missing the warmth her body provided against the winter chill.
Her body was flushed from their activities, faint red marks had blossomed over key areas of attention, she clenched her thighs together as his cum started dripping out of her cunt and goosebumps were breaking out down her arms and legs from the cold. He pulled her back to stand between his legs so he could rub some warmth back into her arms and lend her some of his body heat, vanishing the mess he'd made between her thighs. He wasn't really sure what he was thinking, he was never affectionate with any of the witches he took for a roll in the hay. She was allowing him his touches and care but giving him a curious look. He hoped she didn't ask any questions about it because he didn't have any good answers.
She laid a hand on one of his shoulders and tentatively brushed the hair out of his face with the other before stroking his cheek. It was like he was on autopilot, his thoughts basically empty but for the feeling of her skin, and he was moving without thought, grabbing her hand and leaning into her touch. She smiled softly at him, before turning her hand in his grip to grab hold of his and stepping out of his orbit. He looked up at her and she said, "Come on, Malfoy. Let's get you cleaned up before you go."
He stood up and followed her as she led him down the hall, through her bedroom, and finally into her master bathroom, a frown gracing his features the whole time. She let go of his hand to fuss with the knobs on her large jacuzzi tub and his frown deepened as he watched her. Bent over, ass still a bit red from his grip and spankings, he couldn't help himself and moved closer to gently massage the markings in another attempt to soothe the sensitive skin. She peeked up at him over her shoulder and he had a passing thought that she must have seen something on his face that conveyed he wasn't really present in the moment because she turned back around without comment or question and continued her moment of fiddling while he lost himself in his thoughts, quickly coming to the realization that he wasn't a fan of the direction this night was taking. She had made some casual comments he hadn't particularly liked.
Less important: she'd mentioned bringing other men they'd gone to school with, younger and older, back to her place. His thoughts on that went anywhere from 'Granger is a cougar?' to 'How many guys has it been?' to 'Who the fuck else has it been?! I need to know who to murder!' to 'Fuck, are any of them my mates? Fuck… Doesn't matter, they'll have to go too.'
But more importantly, she'd made several comments implying he was leaving. Early in their activities, she'd said something about letting him loose into the world again, and just now she'd said that they were gonna get him cleaned up before he left.
Did this bint think that he was leaving tonight?
She'd clearly lost her marbles if she thought so.
He'd come to the second realization that she had orchestrated this whole night. That she had decided, somewhere between the challenging innuendos they'd exchanged at the event they'd come from and when she'd pulled him into the kiss that'd started this whole sexcapade, that she would fuck the living day lights out of him and then leave him out to dry. But he wasn't having any of that. He wasn't some two Knut dime piece she could just chew up and throw away! He was Draco Fucking Malfoy.
He'd been the youngest Death Eater ever. He'd also been acquitted of all charges against him due to severe coercion under threat of torture and death of himself and his family.
He hailed from two of the oldest, wealthiest, darkest powerful houses in Wizarding England. Nay. Wizarding Europe! Yet his wife had died tragically of a family curse he'd been unable to do anything about a couple of years ago.
He'd managed to garner the sinister bad boy title and the sympathy card. He was literally a walking chick magnet. AND he knew he checked off all of her dating criteria boxes! He was tall, rich, and handsome; intelligent and stable in income, job, and home; a loyal family man; a quidditch jock; and someone who could actively and beneficially support her political and other endeavors due to his connections and wealth!
She should be begging him to stay! And he should be on his way out the fucking door. Instead, he'd been manipulated and played like a fucking floozy! And to top it all off, found himself not even wanting to leave!
Who the fuck did she think she was, doing this to him?!
He may have gone into this night unaware, but now that he was, she had another thing coming. He wasn't the traumatized kid he'd been.
She'd clearly overestimated his level of self deprecation and underestimated the confidence he'd been able to rebuild in himself.
He may have matured and out-grown his prejudices. He may have even taught his son to be better than himself. But he was still a spoiled rotten brat with the cunning, resources, and determination to always get what he wanted (for the most part).
Fuck being grateful for the bit of her night she'd granted him.
Unworthy he may be, but greedy, ambitious, and selfish he was as well.
Never had he ever had a woman one, make him feel like a fast, cheap thrill ride; two, tell him to leave instead of insisting that he stay the night; and three, make him question his own sanity the way Hermione Granger did, because seriously what the fuck?
He was literally standing here contemplating murdering any other man she'd invited to her bed (his friends included if it so be) and waffling between being spitting mad at falling into the cliché of being the playboy who got played by the nerdy girl and hurt she hadn't thought twice about implying she expected him to leave after scratching her itch instead of falling head over heels for him.
How was it that this woman has been able to make him question everything he's ever known about himself, over and over again, his whole life?
"Are you done thinking? I'd like to get into the warm bath I've drawn for us but, you know, your needy hands are literally holding me back." Her words broke him out of his thoughts, startling him enough to release his hold on her hips, where his hands must have settled after rubbing the marked skin of her ass cheeks without his knowledge while he'd been absorbed in his thoughts. His furrowed-brow look didn't change though.
Free from his hold, she stepped into the large tub, daintily lifting her legs and careful stepping over the side. She wobbled for a second and grabbed ahold of his arm for stability. He still frowned. Once she stood in the middle, she turned around to him with a small amused grin and reached her hand out, indicating she wanted him to join her. He glowered at her, but reached to grab her hand and climbed into the tub as well, pulling her into his space. She gave a quiet chuckle but acquiesced, wrapping her arms around his middle and nuzzling into his chest. But in true Granger fashion, she had to open her mouth and speak, ruining the moment.
"Never would've guessed the great Draco Malfoy, Slytherin sex god extraordinaire, would be such a cuddler after sex."
"I'm not," he replied shortly, despite his arms coming up to circle her.
She gave a small nondescript hum in response, but peeked up at him through long black lashes, with big brown innocent-looking eyes that he knew for a fact now were anything but that. Her eyes were big fat liars, leading men to their doom, like some kind of siren's song. He wouldn't fall for that trick again. The minx was sly, he'd give her that. After this whole night, he'll never understand how she ended up placed in Gryffindor back at Hogwarts. She definitely had passion in spades, flashbacks of this night would never let him forget that, but she was far too intelligent, cunning, and ambitious to have been placed there.
"One minute you were all affectionate touches and now you're all moody and distant, glaring at me like I broke your favorite broom. What happened in that head of yours, hm?" She asked him, eyelashes fluttering, an affectionate kiss gently being placed in the middle of his chest. "Or… maybe I did break your favorite broom, hm?" She finished her inquiry, flashing him a naughty little smirk.
Instead of taking the bait, he studied her with squinted eyes. After a moment he responded, figuring straight to the point was probably the best way to go with her. "You're kicking me out."
She propped her chin on his chest so she could study him as he looked down at her in his arms. They just stood in the filled tub, water up to their knees, hugging nude and silently watching one another. He'd never done anything so awkward or natural in his life, he desperately wanted to squirm but he was a grown ass man with a son almost of age. He refused to squirm under her gaze.
"Did you want to stay?"
"Yes."
She shrugged a shoulder at him and said, "Okay, I'd not have guessed it."
"You could've asked."
"Why would I?"
He broke his frown to stare at her with some kind of appalled expression. "What do you mean why would you?!"
She dropped her arms around him and gave a great sigh, taking half a step back from him for some distance. As he had not deigned to remove his arms from around her, that was all she could manage. "Exactly that, Draco," his name again. "We don't get along, we've never gotten along. Even after this, you're still glaring at me. And, as you know, I'm not stupid. I hear the women around the Ministry you've slept with before. All half my age and gossiping at events or in their cubicles or even in the break room. All of them complain about how fast you left or told them to. Why would I assume it'd be different for you this time?"
"Are you serious?"
It was official, it wasn't she who'd lost their marbles, it was him. Well… she clearly had too, to some degree, because here he was. But it dawned on him that she had a more than slightly logical reasoning for her response and also that the reason he was acting the way he was, was because he didn't dislike her at all. In fact, he very much did like her, was attracted to her, admired her greatly, and had, over the course of this night, come to the conclusion that he wanted to keep her and was upset that she wasn't showing the same inclination.
She was sharing intimate touches because he was, but her words showed him they were not on the same mental wavelength currently, and it bothered him. But now that he understood what she was actually thinking he could address it. And he needed to actually respond because 'are you serious' wasn't gonna cut it. Her body language in response was familiar enough to help ground him to continue though: a disbelieving huff, a small roll of her eyes, and crossed arms with a face turned away. He could work with this, this was the Hermione Granger he'd always known.
"You should have assumed because it was you. You're Hermione fucking Granger for Merlin's sake!" He let go of his hold on her to throw his arms out. "You're literally campaigning to be reelected for a second term as Minister of Magic. You're the biggest reason Scarhead, Chosen One wonder boy, was able to defeat the darkest wizard in modern history." She scoffed and rolled her eyes again at his moniker for her best friend, taking a bigger step back from him, causing water to slosh against the wall of the tub.
Okay, he'd responded, but this wasn't going the way he'd thought. He was fucking things up again, judging by her continued hostile body language. His mind was screaming at him to shut up but his mouth just wasn't being cooperative and just kept on going.
"Every other woman I've been with since Astoria passed has been nothing but an outlet. They come up to me at work or society events, stroking my ego, cooing over my son or their sorrow at the loss of my father and wife. Plying me with compliments and platitudes and then inviting me home with them. I can literally see the money signs in their eyes, the self satisfied look, thinking they've bagged the richest bachelor on the market with some empty words about his dead wife." Why'd he say all that? What was he doing?!
But she softened towards him: her face turning back in his direction, sorrow and pity filling her eyes. He was cataloging every minute change of expression, committing her face to memory.
"But you?" He moved closer to her again, cupping her face with his hands without actually touching her. "You're not some gold digging hussy looking for a meal ticket that'll set you up for life." Her lips tipped up just a fraction and amusement bled into her eyes.
"You don't stroke my ego and lie to my face about your feelings. In fact, my entire life, you've made me question everything. Your condolences are genuine, even if you hated my father and barely knew my wife. You actually care when you ask after Scorpius and my mother. Sure, as kids we hated each other, and as adults we almost exclusively communicate with insults and bickering, but I don't dislike you." His hands rested on her shoulders now, and her expression had turned indiscernible as she stared at him while he made a fool of himself with his runaway mouth.
He could swear, a part of him would always seek out self destruction because it just kept on getting worse. "You're frustrating as hell, for sure, but your conversation is engaging and you can keep up with me. Honestly, it's hard keeping up with you, but I enjoy the challenge. You're an incredibly beautiful, talented, intelligent witch who deserves the world. So yes, yes I would like to stay over. And hopefully get the chance to fuck you proper tonight and not get blindsided by an impromptu blowjob and quickie in an armchair. And maybe in the morning you'll let me take you out to breakfast, bring you back to mine to feed you my cock for lunch, and then take you back out again for dinner. And if that goes well, hopefully you'll bring me back here for some more dessert."
By this point, he'd moved close enough to her that they were chest to chest again and his hands had settled on her hips as he looked earnestly down into her face. A face that was riddled with slightly open-mouthed shock and eyes that were rapidly flicking back and forth between his own. He was hoping that being able to render the Brightest Witch of Their Age speechless was a good sign.
"Are… Are you asking me to date you?"
Oh… It was a good sign...
His face broke out into his signature devilish smirk. "Sure, since we've already fucked, I'll allow you to reduce it down to muggle terms," her face started closing off again but his grin grew larger. "I'm quite certain I'm more serious about this than simply dating calls for, but we've already foregone the utmost pillar of courting. And if you agree, I don't plan on missing any opportunity to fuck you silly." Her expression read skeptical as she eyed him seriously.
After a moment, she looked away from him and down at the water around them, shuffling her feet and mumbling about how the suds were disappearing but thank god the heating charms worked.
"Is this a yes Granger?"
She shot him a mean look that just encouraged the smile on his face. "Get that stupid look off your face Malfoy and sit down."
His face didn't change, "As you wish." She rolled her eyes and mumbled, "Oh shut up."
He sat down on the lip of the tub and placed a kiss between her breasts, sliding his hands from her hips to her thighs as he then slid down into the warm water. He'd sort of forgotten they'd been standing naked in her bathtub this whole time.
She looked down imperiously at him for a moment before sinking down before him, back between his knees, just in a more… relaxed fashion than before. He wrapped his arms around her again, gathering her to his chest. She huffed at him but allowed it, turning so her back was to his front and his arms wrapped around her middle. He couldn't see her face this way but he could fondle her if he wanted to and could bury his face in her hair, an opportunity he took full advantage of, inhaling deeply. She sighed again but relaxed a bit in his arms, the tension slipping away.
Quietly he heard her say, "Rose is going to hate me."
"Is that a yes?" Nothing could wipe the smirk off his face now. Truth be told, his son was going to hate him too. He'd take one look at his stupid self-satisfied expression and know his father had done something he was supremely proud of but that his son would not like. And courting, nevermind casually fucking, the mother of the girl his son had had a crush on since first year was definitely something Scorpius would not be happy with.
Sucks to suck.
She turned her head a bit to look at him unhappily with one eye. "I assume you're aware your son has repeatedly asked my daughter out. He's even kissed her once or twice."
"Yes, well, I've heard your daughter is very much like yourself. All I can say is the boy takes after his father in more than just looks. His great taste in women is one such way. Unfortunately, for him, he hasn't yet learned the skill of closing the deal."
He couldn't see it, but he could practically feel her eyes roll into the back of her head at his impertinence.
"If anything she takes after Ron. Which is honestly hilarious to think that if Scorpius takes after you, then maybe if Ron had been a girl instead you'd have chased after him."
"With you there? Never. By that logic I'd have been interested in Weaslette, which I never was. And from what I hear, Rose definitely takes after you much more. Top of her class, witty, beautiful, haughty and sharp tongued, a mass of uncontrollable curls that spark when she's upset. Sounds awfully familiar to me."
"You forgot her red hair, love of quidditch, and explosive temper. That's all Ron."
"I concede on the quidditch aspect. But you do know I've seen your children, right? Their hair is not nearly as red as the rest of the Weasleys. More like an reddish auburn color. Somehow your hair genes are more potent than the Weasleys' or even Potter's. His daughter's hair is as red as her mother's despite his sons being the spitting image of him. Plus, have you ever met yourself? Your own explosive temper broke my nose once."
"Whatever, you deserved it."
"I heard Weasley complaining once that you almost skewered him with a flock of canaries."
"He also deserved it."
"I must say! You're quite savage, aren't you?"
"Ron once described me as 'brilliant but scary'."
"I hate to say this, but I think I may agree with the prat on this one." He received an elbow to the ribs for that one. "Oof.. see? This is what we're talking about Granger."
"Can't you shut up? Bubble baths are meant to be relaxing."
"That depends…"
"...On?"
"Your answer to dating me. I need to know if I should cut my losses and leave, if you need more convincing, or if I can relax and enjoy this bubble bath with my new girlfriend."
"Girlfriend?"
"Yes Granger, girlfriend. I thought I already made it clear I don't intend to just casually date you. I wish to court you properly… Mostly," moving her hair out of the way, he emphasized his meaning with a line of sensual kisses down her neck and across her shoulder.
She tilted her head just slightly to give him more access while giving a quiet chuckle, "This is surreal. Draco Malfoy asking Hermione Granger to allow him to court her. I think you're high on endorphins, Malfoy. You can spend the night but the discussion on dating can be tabled until breakfast if that's still what you want when you wake up."
In between kisses he responded with a confident, "I will."
She just ignored him and kept talking, "And as for breakfast, either you make me breakfast in bed or we go to a very low-key muggle café. Preferably nowhere near my house, your house, or Diagon Alley. Outside London would be most preferable."
A rumble sounded in his chest at her words, "That can easily be arranged."
"And no house elves."
He chuckled, "That can still easily be arranged."
She gave a curt little nod in response, finally shutting her mouth and allowing herself to completely melt into his caresses.
If she'd been any other witch he'd have taken the opportunity to continue where they'd left off from earlier, but, as insane as he thought it was, especially considering how out of left field the thoughts were, he planned on being able to have many many other opportunities for that, including later tonight. So, for now, he just tightened his arms around the bare skin of her midriff, closed his eyes and tucked his face against her neck, committing her scent to memory and peppering feathery kisses on her skin with his smiling lips.
He couldn't wait to tell his mother and son. The expressions on their faces would be well worth the backlash. His mother would probably be torn between being horrified, appalled, and ecstatic. His son: murderous. He may just have to move in with the witch to avoid death or bodily harm.
"Hey Granger," he muttered against her neck. She made a questioning kind of hum. "Could we just skip the whole dating part and elope?"
She just gently shook her head and responded with, "Did I truly fuck you silly? I think I may have broken you. That or you've finally succumbed to the Black family madness." Her lips tipping up just a hint at her small dig.
He chuckled, "I think you may be right. But regardless, as with everything else, you'd make a phenomenal Lady Malfoy. And, if I may, it'd give you quite the political edge as well." Her eyes remained closed, her lips remained in their little smile, and she amusedly shook her head. "Besides, my mother is starting to drop hints that she's expecting I start looking to remarry. If I don't take it upon myself to find a wife, my mother certainly will. And nothing but the very best will do for a Malfoy, and somehow I managed to get bedded by the Minister of Magic already. You not only stole my virtue but I really don't see it getting any better than that. Therefore, I really must keep you, it's my gods given right as the Head of one the Most Ancient and Noble pureblood Houses of the wizarding world and one of the last legitimate direct descendants of another."
"Are you implying that you intend to possess or own me, Malfoy?"
"One," he raised a very long, straight pointer finger in front of their faces and growled into her ear, "I'd like you to use my name. Not Malfoy. Draco." Fresh goosebumps broke out on the skin of her neck and arms. "Two, I'm not implying that I'd own you. Quite the contrary, actually. I think, in fact, I'm quite pussy whipped already, and we've only fucked once and you still haven't actually agreed to taking a relationship with me seriously. It is you who owns me, Hermione. I'll shower you with affection and attention and accommodate anything you ask of me, all you have to do is allow me the opportunity to take care of you…" The hand he'd held up had settled back around her waist and now slid further down until he cupped her cunt, very delicately stroking her outer lips. His voice dropped lower, "In any way you need or wish."
She released a relaxed sigh, laying her head back even further on his shoulder, exposing the whole length of her neck to him. His teasing became more bold, his cock beginning to twitch to life again against her ass. "I think," her voice was quiet and airy, sounding almost breathless. "I think I may need more convincing."
Yeah… the self satisfied smirk on his face was permanent. "It would be my pleasure."
And convince her he did strive to do: When he gently coaxed another climax from her with only his fingers. When she held onto the edge of the tub on her knees while he fucked her from behind, splashing half the water onto the floor. When he let her magic his hands stuck to her headboard while she sucked him off, before climbing on top and riding him again. In the middle of the night, when he woke her up with his head between her legs before crawling up to deeply kiss her and allow her to taste herself while he sank deep into her cunt with her knees tightly bracketing his hips and her nails digging into his shoulder blades. And in the morning when they woke up and he slowly fucked her from behind, again, on their sides, his face buried in her hair, the morning silence disturbed only by her soft sighs, whimpers and whines, and his whispered sweet nothings.
Later, while they ate at a little Italian bakery, after studying him very seriously while he ordered and paid for them, she sipped her espresso with narrowed eyes on him and pretty irritably told him "Fine."
He raised his eyebrows without looking up at her, keeping his eyes trained on his drink as he mixed a packet of brown sugar into his own espresso, "Fine?"
She huffed a puff of air into her cup, "Fine, I'll date you."
He took a sip and scrunched his nose at the bitterness, opting to mix in a second sugar packet, "Date?"
"Yes," a roll of her eyes.
"Not elope? I do believe I changed my request to such," he took another sip of his newly sweetened espresso, this time looking at her with his brows raised.
She clicked her tongue and gave an amusedly irritated huff this time, allowing a small smirk to cross her lips, "No, Malfoy. You'll have to put more work into convincing me to tie myself to you for the rest of our magically long lives."
A very satisfied and mischievous smirk slowly crawled across his face in response.
"It'd be my absolute pleasure."
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