Title: Gods In Love
Chapter 8: In which our unlikely couple's first official meeting occurs...
Disclaimer: I do not own J.K Rowling's magical world of witches and wizards, or any of the characters in it. If you know the series, you will be able to pick out which characters are mine.
Description: In their seventh year, a wizarding sex shop opens for business in Hogsmeade, causing tension among the students and leading to unusual events and pairings (Ron x Hermione x Draco, Snape x ??).
A/N: Here comes the tasty!! And some funny scenes too :)
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In one of the Gryffindor girls' dorm rooms a soft light shone from under somebody's covers. Hunched in bed with her wand for light and her blankets over her so as not to disturb her roommates, Hermione was reading a book she'd bought at Madame L's called Sexy Spells for Practical Witches: Volume 1. It was more or less a beginner's guide to sex and sex aid spells. Hermione (of course) knew about all of these things in theory, but when it came to practice, had little to no experience.
'I will be prepared.' she thought determinedly to herself, pulling out some parchment to make notes.
Less than ten minutes later the Hermione-sized shape under the blankets grew flatter and flatter under a soft snoring began to emanate from it. The light faded and went out.
Hermione had fallen asleep.
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Just as Snape was about to go downstairs for coffee (he rarely ate breakfast), a paper bird flew into his room and startled him, by unfolding in front of his face. It read:
'Severus, please let me explain.'
With a flick of his wand the paper caught fire and fell to the stone floor in a little pile of ashes which Snape didn't even bother to disapparate.
'Explain...' he thought darkly, stalking through the halls, 'She had plenty of time to explain, but didn't. I assume she's now fabricated some believable explanation... and I'll have none of it.'
Snape was furious over the whole ordeal, but mostly, he was just disappointed in himself for daring to believe someone had wanted him. It was clear the most he had been was a plaything. To what end; he knew not. Every now and then, through his anger, a small voice in the back of his mind piped up: 'What if she really does want you?' He silenced it quickly and brutally, sinking back into the mire of his pessimism, the dominant voice in his mind answering it:
'Of course she doesn't want you. No one has ever wanted you.'
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Later that afternoon Draco stood outside the door to the Room of Requirement. His heart beat strong and fast and his chest, and he hadn't been able to get his thoughts off of Hermione since she'd finally agreed to meet him.
"Tempus praesentare." he muttered, the current time glowing before him. Five more minutes. He was sure he'd go mad before then.
Just then, Hermione came walking briskly around the corner, a queer expression on her face. She was excited, but nervous, but so excited, but (oh my LORD) was she nervous. As she reached Draco's side he glanced quickly up and down the hall to make sure no one was therebefore opening the door and dragging her in by the wrist.
Nearly-headless Nick floated from the wall he'd been in nearby and sighed,
"And I always thought she was such a nice girl..."
The ghost gave a cry of alarm when the Bloody Baron floated out of the wall beside him.
'Another victory for Slytherin.' thought the Baron happily, and floated off down the hall to find someone else to intimidate.
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Deia was melancholy. Hours had gone by without a response from Severus, which seemed to mean that none was forthcoming. She remembered anxiously how over the bed they'd shared he had levitated the rings; hung there like a silent accusation. She supposed that had been response enough. It wasn't, however, the response she wanted.
'Fine.' she thought to herself. 'I'll just have to alter the situation in my advantage...'
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The room they'd entered was full of dark wood and deep green drapery and hangings chased in gold. Hermione was secretly pleased she had interfered in Draco's colour scheme, deposing his house's silver for her house's gold.
Draco, discarding his robes as he entered the room, couldn't care less about the colours, and wanted nothing less than to throw Hermione to the large four-poster bed in the centre of the room. With an easy movement and a grin he removed her robes and did so, enjoying the silent exclamation of surprise on Hermione's face. He climbing onto the bed and, pushing her hair from her face, kissed her.
He felt a hesitant tapping on his shoulder, and opened his eyes.
"What?" he asked.
"Well, erm, shouldn't we-"
"Shouldn't we what?" he asked in exasperation.
"Is this how this manner of meeting normally proceeds?" she asked. "No prelude? Straight to the bed?"
"What else could there possibly be to do?" he asked incredulously.
"Never mind then!" she responded in frustration.
"Good!" he answered, kissing her again. 'Analysing every bloody situation...' he thought in irritation. His kisses grew more aggressive.
All the while, her mind raced wildly.
'I can't believe I'm doing this! Not to mention with Draco Malfoy- oh... wow, that tongue thing he just did was amazing- Whoa! Where is he putting that hand? Oh- no... that's good... Ah! I can't believe this!!'
Her mind recycle thoughts on the same theme, while she sunk deeper and deeper into desire and farther from any reality that mattered.
Draco shifted himself atop her and between her legs. She could feel his hardness grinding against her and she hesitantly wrapped one of her legs around one of his. These small acts of acceptance drove Draco wild, only making him want to dominant her further. Her grabbed her by the wrists and pinned her arms above her head with one of his hands.
Hermione uttered a strangled cry and seemed to be about to speak out in opposition of the act, and so Draco covered her lips with his once again.
'Heh...' he thought to himself, pleased, 'That's one way to shut her up...'
The need between them grew wilder, their kisses more frenzied.
Draco broke for air, sitting up and hurriedly loosening his tie and removing it with his shirt. As he went to unbuckle his belt he heard Hermione's voice again.
"I... I thought I should tell you I don't want to have sex the first time..."
Draco groaned. Every time she opened her mouth is was just more bad news. 'I should have know... little mudblood prude...' He sighed, and then let the frustration pass.A crooked smile lit his thin face. 'She hasn't spoken up about any other restrictions though...'
"Fine." he said, as he crawled slowly back over to her. "We'll just play other ways."
She bit her lip, wondering if he knew how well his words always affected her while enjoying the site of his naked upper body. He was fairly thin, but broad across the shoulders and fit. He placed himself beside her, kissing her while allowing his hands to wander over her body. Slowly one hand wandered downward, beneath her skirt, and unlike the time in the alley, not respecting the barrier of her underwear. She writhed and moaned against him. He broke their kiss and whispered into her ear: "Tell me you like it."
Hermione's half-lidded eyes sparked with panic.
"Wh- what?" she stuttered, her voice heavy with pleasure "Wh- oh! Why?"
"Because I want you to." he answered simply, desire darkening his own voice.
"But-"
"But nothing." he said, biting at her earlobe. "If you don't... I'll stop."
Hermione moaned once more, this time in pleasure mixed with anxiety.
"On the count of three." he whispered, his breath warm. "One... two... th-"
"F- fine!" she said, her voice catching in her throat again, "I like it..."
"Mm." said Draco, biting his lip, "That is exactly what I like to hear... say it for me one more time..."
Mortified, Hermione repeated her words more loudly, "I like it, alright?"
Draco groaned, closing his eyes a moment. The intensity of the lust in them startled her when he opened them. "Then you'll love this..." he whispered. In one swift movement he was atop her again, settled between her knees.
"Hey!" she cried in surprise, backing up, her upper back, shoulders and head pressed uncomfortably into the wooden headboard. He reached for her tie. Thinking he was going to loosen or remove it she allowed him to, but instead, he tightened it uncomfortably making it slightly difficult for her to breathe. She began to panic.
"What are you-?"
"Relax." he said, rolling his eyes. 'Asking her to trust me would just be overdoing it...' he thought sardonically to himself.
A hand snaked beneath her skirt once more, and she felt one finger enter her and then and second, slowly beginning to move in and out of her.
Hermione continued to panic, feeling no other sensation other than a slight lack of air; nowhere near enough to choke her, but more than was comfortable. Then, Draco increased both the depth of his thrust and speed all at once.
"Ow!" she whispered, but Draco's mouth soon covered hers in another of his devouring kisses. His deep kisses created a startling counter point to the pain she was being caused and her awkward position against the headboard.
Suddenly, pleasure blossomed and nearly replaced the pain entirely. Draco felt her sigh into his mouth and smiled against her lips.
'There we go...' he thought to himself.
The pleasure continued to build within her, the lack of oxygen to the brain heightening the sensation. Desperately needing something to hold on to she grasped Draco's arm, feeling the muscles in his forearm expanding and contracting.
Her sighs soon turned to moans and then cries as she reached her climax. Draco slowed his hand, using his other to loosen her tie again.
He looked at her, one eyebrow cocked. "I told you." was all he said.
Hermione, still breathing heavily, attempted to formulate a reply that quickly degenerated into a string of nonsense.
"Honestly..." was all she managed to whisper.
Draco withdrew from her, rising from the bed to wash his hands in a nearby sink. The room really was quite convenient. Hermione eventually managed to rise, and, taking her wand with her, wobbled off to the washroom. She was surprised to find she was bleeding a little. She knew what had technically taken place, but nevertheless, it was a little startling. With a few spells the bleeding stopped and she was clean.
Draco washed the blood from his hand. 'Cherry...' he thought cheerfully to himself. 'Took her cherry...'
Hermione tucked her wand into the back of her skirt, walked back into the room and flopped onto the bed. Draco, carefully drying his hands, came to sit on the edge of the bed. All curled up and exhausted from pleasure, she looked almost too cute to bother.
'Almost...'
Draco nudged her in the side. Her eyes fluttered open to see him unzipping his pants and removing from them his hardened member.
"On your knees." he said with his characteristic sly smile, motioning to the ground in front of him, "It's my turn."
Hermione's mind snapped out of it's languid state and back into panic.
"Well," she said, sitting up, "it's just that I've never-"
"First time for everything, right?" interrupted Draco.
"Yeah..." said Hermione, coming obediently to kneel between his long legs. She couldn't take her eyes off of his hand, which he was using to casually stroke himself. She reached a hand around to find her wand and closed her eyes a moment, trying to remember what she'd read in the book in the chapter on oral sex, when Draco interrupted her.
"What are you doing? Trying to remember instructions from some stupid manual?" She coloured, wondering if she was really that predictable. Draco sneered. "I have some instructions for you: Open mouth, insert cock!" He placed one of his large hands on top of her head of curly hair and pushed downward.
Startled by, well, a mouth-full of Draco, she still managed to voicelessly cast one spell she remembered for reducing gag reflex. She was just starting to get the hang of what she was doing; she could tell by Draco's responses (the leaned-back head back, the half-closed eyes, the moans of increasing volume and frequency), when the warning bell rang for class. She stopped.
Draco looked down at her.
"No." he said. "Tell me you're kidding me."
"We can't be late for class." she said apologetically. "It's Potions; not too mention it would be just too terribly obvious if we showed up late together." As she stood, Draco pulled her into his lap, kissing her roughly, his hand lingering at the side of her face as it tended to do.
"Alright."
Hermione extricated herself from his grip, and the two of them went about fixing their appearance with various spells. They decided Hermione should leave first. She left the room, but a second later heard the door open and then close, and felt a strong grip on her wrist. She turned to see Draco behind her
"Later," he said, his voice rougher than usual, "I'm going to use your pretty mouth."
The words send a chill through Hermione, not altogether unpleasant.
Draco wondered a second how he had used the word 'pretty' to describe any part of Hermione Granger, but had slowly begun admitting her attractiveness to himself, in the less conscious parts of his mind.
Hermione pulled her arm from Draco's grip and turned to see someone disappearing around the corner.
Someone had been there.
Someone had seen.
The questions remained: who had it been, and how long had they been watching?
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A/N: Zomg!! doom music
WhoEVER could it be? lol. Any guesses?
I had a bunch of other stuff I was going to add to this chapter, but then realized that when I finished it up the whole thing would be WAY too long. So, this means you can look forward to another chapter really soon!!
Wheeee!
Tasty little dungeon scene coming up in the next chappy... muaha!
Also... one of our unlikely couple is confronted by the person who was watching...
:D
See youz folkses soon!
Thanks for all the reviews :)
Planeswalker