Hermione was seated on the edge of her bed when she heard the portrait swing open and Malfoy's footsteps down the hall before his door swung shut behind him. She listened intently as she surmised he'd sat at his desk from the noise of the chair creaking against the floorboards.
She suppressed a shiver as she recalled her dream from the previous night.
It had felt entirely too real. She sat in a field of wheat, watching the clouds pass her by. A figure approached her, white blonde hair, but as the figure came closer, the dream shifted and she found herself on her bed in her usual sleep attire– her knickers and an oversized muggle t-shirt.
Memories of Malfoy's hand between her thighs flitted through her mind and heat consumed her. A fire lit in her body as she imagined his hand– a hand she'd admired for far too long– moving toward the button on her jeans, fingers deftly lowering her zipper and sneaking beneath the waistband, into her knickers, her own hand following the same path as Malfoy's. He slipped two fingers through the apex of her thighs, collecting the wetness that had gathered at her entrance and moving his fingers to her clit, applying just enough pressure to be pleasurable and drawing small circles. Hermione gasped as her own fingers began to draw circles over her sensitive bud of flesh, every nerve ending in her body felt as if it were on fire.
Her imagination ran wild– Malfoy drug his other hand up under her t-shirt, moving it above her breast, tweaking and pulling at her nipple. As Hermione's own hand did the same, her small fingers didn't do her imagination justice, but a moan escaped her lips nonetheless.
A noise from the doorway snapped Hermione out of her imagination and her eyes filled with heat at the sight before her– Malfoy, at her bedside, watching her pleasure herself. Her eyes slid down his frame to where his hand wrapped around a prominent bulge in the grey joggers he wore. Her core clenched and Hermione's fingers continued to work quickly over her sensitive flesh.
She watched and her eyes widened with need as Malfoy moved his hand under the waistband of his joggers and fisted around his hardened length. Her mouth went dry and she increased the pressure of her fingers, moving in tight circles. She watched enraptured as Malfoy matched her pace. She felt a familiar build and pull behind her navel and moaned sinfully.
"Draco." Hermione's eyes bore into his own. She was reaching for something she couldn't quite grasp.
Hermione watched as Malfoy's tongue peaked out of his mouth to wet his lips before he spoke.
"Will you come for me, Granger." Hermione's eyes snapped shut and rolled.
"Mm, yes, please, Draco." Her lips parted, soft pants of breath pushing past her lips with each swipe of her fingers against her clit.
"Always such a good girl." Malfoy's gruff voice broke through her concentration, her eyes opened to meet his and her cunt clenched pleasantly. Hermione found herself wishing she were full, clenching around Malfoy– his fingers, his cock.
Hermione felt her eyes darken as she watched Malfoy stroke himself through his joggers and she threw her head back, her hand working swiftly, pushing her closer to the edge.
"Come for me, Granger." Malfoy's jaw clenched and Hermione watched as he increased his pace to match her own.
As Malfoy's lips parted in pleasure, his head thrown back just enough to see the cords in his neck, the wave crested and Hermione's vision darkened, coming on a moan. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she felt herself tighten and her legs tremble. Unbidden, she called out, "Draco!"
Hermione groaned and threw her head into her hands.
Dream, Hermione. It was a bloody dream. You've got to stop reliving it.
If it was just a dream then why'd you wake up with a pulsing cunt, soaked knickers, and the scent of Malfoy surrounding you?
Groaning, Hermione decided another cold shower in addition to the one she'd taken that morning was in order. She grabbed her towel and checked for sounds of Malfoy's quill scratching across parchment.
Thank Godric.
Hermione didn't think she could bear to see Malfoy for a bit. At least until she cooled down. She made her way across the hall to the loo, locked the door and cast a silencing spell for good measure. As she turned the shower to cold, Hermione made a snap decision. Grasping the knob for hot water and watching as steam filled the loo.
Fuck it.
XXX
"Severus."
Snape groaned and rolled his eyes. The old coot had left him alone for a few blissful days before returning to pester him further.
"Albus."
"I take it you've solved the mystery of young Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger's bond?"
Merlins fucking beard. How does he always know?
"Yes, I've all the information I need and it has been passed to his father."
"Lucius Malfoy died this evening in Azkaban, Severus."
Snape's composition faltered for a moment. He had not been informed of Lucius' death yet.
Composing himself quickly, Severus leveled a neutral expression at Dumbledore. "Then let us hope he was able to speak with Draco before his demise."
"She entered his mind, Severus."
"I am aware, Albus."
"This is not something that has been recorded before, you're aware of that aren't you?"
"It has not been publicly recorded, Albus." Snape shot a pointed glare at Dumbledore.
The old headmaster narrowed his gaze at Snape, looking over the rim of his glasses.
"What do you mean, publicly recorded?"
"Precisely as it sounds. a bond such as theirs has not been publicly recorded. Lucius has the information Mr. Malfoy requires."
"Curious. Never a dull day at Hogwarts, is there Severus?"
"Leave it, old man. I've told you, Draco's fate will lie in his own hands, not at the hands of anyone else for once. No more puppet strings, Albus!. It is the boy's choice."
"But Miss Granger is aware of the bond. You know how the young lady is once she sets her mind to something, Severus. And we both know this has festered long enough, she will find a way if Mr. Malfoy will not."
Snape growled, gritting his teeth. "Albus, I will not ask you again before I have your portrait removed! Stay out of it. I will have these meetings moved to an empty room if you can't keep your nose out of places it doesn't belong."
"As you wish, Severus." Dumbledore smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Nosy son of a bitch." Severus murmured, returning to his chair to mull over the events of the day, thinking of Lucius and his now fatherless godson.
Severus had indeed sought more information about the phenomenon he witnessed between his godson and Miss Granger. In all of his years as a legilimens and practicing occlumens, Severus had never witnessed someone enter the mind of another with a simple touch. He had been baffled by the act. Until of course, he remembered something he'd read in a journal in the Malfoy library while researching on behalf of the Dark Lord. A text that suggested a bond existed beyond that which had been noted in publicly accessible historical documents. A bond so precarious that it utterly defied nature. A bond, that when strong enough and both parties consented– consciously or subconsciously– allowed either party to enter the mind of the other without the use of legilimency.
Severus wanted to leave Draco the choice to seal the bond, but the thought of leaving his godson in an unstable bond made him sick.
Impossible choices. It seemed they were neverending for Severus Snape.