Chapter 13

A Dare Made Flesh

Beginning note: Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift is the song of this Chapter.

End Note: This Chapter was written on Draco's 42nd birthday. Happy Birthday Mr. Malfoy

The click of the door closing behind them seemed overly loud in Granger's small dorm room. Looking around at the cramped space, Draco was surprised she hadn't used extension charms like Theo had. Books everywhere, no surprise there. On her nightstand, on her floor, on her chair, not to mention the bookshelf itself that was bowing under the pressure.

Merlin, this girl needed to have her own personal library.

Draco moved further into the space and over at a familiar orange cat watching him from the bed. He couldn't help but smile as it stretched languorously and hopped down to rub itself against his legs, leaving behind a familiar mess of orange hair clinging to his trousers.

"Bonsoir monsieur le minou," Draco said, reaching down to stroke the orange half-kneazle. He hadn't seen it in a few days, and was happy he was well. "voulez-vous sortir de la chambre?"

Crookshanks looked up at Draco and meowed his response.

"Bien sûr Monsieur," Draco opened the door, and out the cat strolled out, tail held high. Theo's enthusiastic greeting to their furry companion could be heard as Draco quickly shut the door. Lifting his head, his eyes met Hermione's and saw shock reflected there. Draco nervously cleared his throat as he scratched at the back of his neck, feeling a bit awkward now.

"I didn't know Crookshanks liked you too. I knew about Theo, but not about you. I'm getting a bit jealous; he used to not like anyone besides me and now I find out that he likes both of you." Hermione scowled, "Ugh veritaserum. Also, why did you talk to him in French? Is that a pureblood thing?"

"Um, No, no. My mother used to read me a story about a cat that lived in Paris when I was little and after that I just always spoke to all of them in French. I don't know why, but they seemed to always understand, so I never stopped doing it." He rubbed at the back of his neck nervously again, feeling a bit silly now that he'd confessed it out loud. "I hate veritaserum," he sighed, "you know, you don't have to do this Granger. I won't say anything if you'd rather just sit here and I don't know, just hang out or something."

To his shock, Hermione stepped forward, running her hand down his chest, "Draco Malfoy, have you ever known me to do anything that I don't want to do?"

He shook his head, no he'd seen her do a great many things and not once had she been forced into it.

"Well then, there you have it." She pulled off her oversized sweater and tossed it into the corner revealing only a red lace bra underneath, his breath catching. The sight of her in only skin tight Muggle denims and that red lace bra sent Draco's heart racing even faster than it had been before.

Sweet Circe, she looked like a goddess, like Aphrodite come to life. Those wild curls, pert breasts, and trim waist took his breath. She was perfect.

Remembering Pansy's instructions for taking a woman to bed suddenly had him dropping to his knees in front of Granger. With her looking the way she did, he'd have no problems worshipping her body. He looked up at her and saw the moment that her breath caught and she bit her lip, the desire evident on her face. Her reaction to him gave him the confidence he needed as he reached for the button of her denims and whispered, "May I?"

She nodded her assent. What did Theo always say to him? "I need to hear your words, Granger." He felt the magic rolling off her skin at his command, taking on the tone that Theo always used with him. His fingertips tingled just centimetres away, aching to bridge that final distance, but he needed to hear her say that he had her permission to touch her first.

"Please touch me," she begged, "I want you to touch me, Draco. I've wanted you to touch me for a while now," she gasped out, the veritaserum pulling the truth from her lips, but unlike him she looked happy to tell him what was on her mind.

Bloody Gryffindor bravery. It never ceased to amaze him at just how bold this group could be.

As he leaned forward, Draco pressed kisses into her bare navel, letting his tongue slip out of his mouth to taste her skin as his finger worked deftly at releasing her from her trousers.

"I've imagined touching you like this for years, Granger, but I never really thought it could happen outside of my dreams," he breathed into her skin, as his mouth travelled lower as he inched her denims down her thighs. Her gasp at his confession had him thankful for the truth serum in that moment. The smell of her arousal sent the blood pooling to his cock, growing harder with each breath he took.

He watched as her white knickers were revealed, clearly wet at the apex of her thighs. He nuzzled into that sacred place, just as Pansy had taught him. As he eased her pants the final bit down her legs, she slid her feet out, completely freeing her of the material.

"Merlin and Morgana, Granger, you smell fucking divine." Draco rubbed his nose against her again, her breath caughting above him. He felt her begin to sway on her feet as he stroked her sensitive flesh through her knickers. He placed open mouth soft kisses on her inner thighs, letting his tongue slip out for every few kisses, leaving a trail as he went. Looking up at her, he saw that her eyes were closed, her lower lip being abused by her teeth. "Like that do you?" His voice was muffled by her skin, as he couldn't find the willpower to pull away from her to even speak.

"Oh god, so much," she whispered, "but this isn't about me, isn't it about y-y-youuu." He had slid her knickers to the side and ran his tongue along her folds on the last word causing her to stutter and release a low moan.

"I have it on good authority that I am to make you cum with my mouth at least twice before my cock is allowed anywhere near you." He opened her folds with his fingers and inspected how she was different from Pansy's intimate parts, but quickly found what he sought: her clit. He let out a hum before he licked long and slow swipes over all of her and allowed his tongue to circle and flick her clit before starting his pass all over again.

"Tw-twice?" Hermione gasped and shook as his tongue again found her most sensitive spot. "Oh yes, gods, right there, suck a little, just there." Her hands gripped the back of his head to hold him where she needed his attention and he smiled into her core as he felt her thighs begin to quiver.

"Lie back on the bed, Hermione," he instructed, pushing her backwards. Her wobbling legs struggling to keep her upright, "Don't worry, I will take care of you." Her breath hitched at his use of her given name and she allowed him to ease her onto her back on the bed. He remained on his knees before her, worshipping at her altar. Her dripping cunt mixed with his saliva had his chin wet when he gazed at her and saw her watching him through her lashes, his eyes dark with arousal. He felt his own body tighten with desire.

He suckled again at her clit, forcing Hermione to release a long low moan that only made him grip her hips tighter. He couldn't help the smug feeling that it was him that was doing this to her. Draco Malfoy was giving Hermione Granger pleasure, with his mouth. What strange world was this? He never wanted to go back to his.

"Why don't you use your fingers too?" Hermione panted, waving her hand as if she were going to give him instruction, but was so lost in her pleasure she didn't know how.

"I don't know what to do with them." He confessed, wishing that he'd just known, maybe read a book on it or something beforehand. "Tell me what you like. Tell me what would feel good to you," Draco begged, "I want to please you, Hermione. Tell me."

"O-okay," she stammered, sitting up on her elbows to look down at him, "touch me with your fingers while you suck on my clit…I… I uh, really like that. Why?" Her flushed face made Draco want nothing more than to do whatever she told him, and to make it perfect for her.

"It matters to me that this be good to you," he purred into her as he ran his fingers along her slit, but never crossing the line and going inside.

"But it's a dare, Draco," Hermione's body tensed and he moaned into her when she used his name, which in turn caused the slick to increase on his tongue.

"But I want to please you," he said, earnestly, looking up from between her legs with a serious expression on his face.

"Then slide those two fingers inside of me. I want you to touch me so bad," she pleaded. Her eyes grew larger as she saw his fingers, "the ones with the rings, Merlin, your bloody rings, I can't stop looking at them. And your hands, your hands always take my breath away. Always thinking about what I want them to do to me when we're in group." She shook her head as though she could take back the words, "bloody veritaserum still not worn off. Fuck."

"Like my hands do you, Granger," he grinned, glancing down at his fingers before sliding two of them inside of her, slowly, enjoying how she hissed at the coldness of his rings against her heated flesh. He pushed into her and watched in wonder as her body swallowed him. Salazar, he was going to get to put his cock inside of her tonight.

That thought had him aflame, and he bent to his task with renewed fervour until Hermione writhed, choking out his name in sobs.

"Draco! Draco! Draco!" He kept bringing his fingers in and out of her and wrapped his lips tighter around her engorged clit. Just as he bit down lightly on the tender flesh, she nearly flew off the bed, she arched upward so hard, only staying put because he held her down. He gripped her thigh with his free hand to keep her where he wanted her and as she bucked against his mouth just like Pansy had, he knew he almost had her there. "Fuck!" she screamed, "Yes! Yes! Draco! Draco, I'm coming. Fuck!" He felt her cunt dripping down his hand and he slid his fingers out, and met her eyes as he licked them clean, not letting a single drop go to waste.

She stared at him, her chest heaving, her breathing erratic, biting that lower lip again.

He wanted to bite it for her.

"Once is really okay Draco," She rasped, her tits heaving with her breaths. "The norm even, and some blokes don't even go down on girls."

"Well, I'm not some blokes," he teased, turning his attention back towards her dripping folds. "In case you haven't noticed." He lowered his mouth and blew cool air onto the sensitive flesh, smirking at the sharp inhale he caused with it.

She fell backward onto the bed and gasped out, "Curve your two fingers in a hook towards the front of me when they are inside. I really want you to do that while you rub my clit with one of your rings. Would you do that for me? Merlin, I want that so badly. So badly. Can't stop looking at your hands with your rings, so hot, such a turn on."

Draco had learned from Pansy the benefit of following directions and it gave him a bit of lewd satisfaction at rubbing his Malfoy signet ring in a little circle on her clit, slowly increasing the pressure. She moaned, her thighs clenched around him, and as he felt the flutter of her walls around his fingers, he curved them, just as she had directed, and felt a soft almost spongy part inside of her. As he did that, still encircling her clit with his ring, he felt Hermione fall apart under his touch once more.

"No more, I swear to Merlin I can't take anymore, Draco. Take off your clothes and come up here, now," She said. Draco didn't need to be told twice as he jumped to his feet, stumbling slightly as he stripped away his clothing. He crawled onto the bed, his foot getting caught on her throw blanket, tripping him up for a moment.

Once he was where she wanted him to be, Hermione sat next to him, licking her lips as she appraised his toned body. "Lie on your back so I can suck your cock a little." He obeyed, a little thrilled that this part of sex was something that he was experienced with. He knew what blow jobs were like. What surprised him was how Hermione explored his body first before touching his cock. Her fingers ran over his Sectumsempra scars, sending tremors through him. When she touched his Dark Mark he almost yanked his arm away and fled, but something in the way she looked at him kept him rooted to the bed.

Finally, her gaze and attention went to his hard, aching member, she spit on the tip and then stroked it languidly a few times. Meeting his eyes, she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock before her lips parted around his cock and, inch by inch, she took all of his shaft into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks and sucking with increased force. Then she slowly backed off, while lightly caressing and fondling his balls.

Popping her mouth off the head of his cock, she asked, "Am I doing an okay job of it?"

"Amazing, your mouth is so different from Theo's, softer skin, no stubble. I like both. Fuck fucking Veritaserum." His cock twitched and she gave it one last kiss. He nearly came right then, his spend would have covered her face, but he bit his lip so hard that he tasted his own blood to stave off the release that he felt rapidly approaching.

"I'm going to ride you. I hope that's okay for your first time," She whispered. The blush that covered her cheeks made her so very beautiful. If he hadn't been in love with her before he sure as hell was now.

"Whatever you think is best," he rasped.

Slowly inching down his body, lining him up to her dripping entrance, taking his cock, the image of her body swallowing him was almost too much to stand.

He tried to close his eyes and she grabbed his cheeks, forcefully. "Open your eyes, Draco. I want you to see that this is me doing this to you."

"That's what I'm afraid of. If I see your beautiful face. I'm going to last two thrusts. Fucking veritaserum. I hate the bloody stuff." He moaned as he felt the tight warmth of her body taking all of him in. "Salazar, you are so bloody tight. It feels incredible, Hermione. I've never felt anything like this."

"You have a very mmmmmm large cock," Hermione moaned, "I am so full of you. It's stretching me and it feels so bloody good. It's been so long since someone was inside of me."

He watched every expression on her face, took stock of the trembles of her body, and his own body shuddered in the face of so many unfamiliar sensations. Hermione took his hand, guiding him to stroke her clit while she slid up and down on him.

"Granger. Hermione. Fuck. You feel so fucking good," he groaned as she lifted herself nearly off of him and then rolled her hips, taking all of him in again." He resisted his urge to thrust, knowing it would all be over in moments if he did. He wanted this magical moment to last as long as possible. There was no guarantee that she would ever let him touch her like this again.

"Hold still Draco. Don't move yet. Just look where our bodies are meeting," she purred as she grabbed his hand with the signet ring and used it to stroke her clit. She bent his knuckle bringing his Malfoy signet ring against the bundle of nerves at her apex, just as he had done before, and he watched in shocked amazement as she tensed on his cock, clenching as she came again, this time on him, on his cock. As she fell forward onto his chest in the aftermath of her intense orgasm. He grabbed her arse then, unable to contain his lust anymore, and began pounding up into her, holding her tight in place as he sought his own release.

"Herrrrmmmiiiiooòoone. Oh Merlin you feel… you feel… I'm gonna." He bit his lip trying to use the pain to delay the inevitable, but he felt his cock twitch and his bollocks ached. He only had seconds left to enjoy her hot wet heat.

"Flip me," she whispered.

"As the lady wishes." Draco held her to him and rolled her onto her back, more than once almost slipping out of her and terrified the whole time he might hurt her or himself in some way. Looking down into her honey eyes, her hair wild all over her bed, he couldn't believe that this was actually happening to him. He did not deserve this, did not deserve her.

His body above hers, he thrust into her repeatedly, not with finesse nor elegance but with desperation, sobbing her name into her neck as she moaned his into his ear. The release he had been fighting so hard to delay came in a rush and his hips ground erratically as he pumped his seed deep inside of her. He collapsed onto her for only a moment, taking that time to breath in the smell of her sweet, their sexual arousal.

Tonight was more than he could have ever dreamt of. Years of fantasies all paled in comparison to actually losing himself in Hermione Granger.

He kissed her lightly on her beautiful olive neck where he had left a bite mark in her flesh when he had orgasmed and tried to pull away from her, but she gathered him to her body, wrapping her arms around his waist, "Don't go. I don't want you to go, yet. Stay with me."

"As the lady wishes." He laid his head on her shoulder breathing in the warmth of her and counted himself blessed. He tried not to think about tomorrow or later. He tried not to think about how it was only a matter of time until she regretted letting a Death Eater have her in such a way. The gentleness of her hands caressing his naked back, pulled him from his thoughts and he revelled in the present for a change.

They dozed off for a bit, only to be woken up some while later by a soft knock at the door. Not waiting for their response, the door opened to reveal Theo with warm wet cloths, potions, glasses of water, cheese and fruit. Draco attempted to roll out of Hermione's embrace, but she kept a tight hold on him and he was forced to just turn slightly towards Theo, his belly still pressed into Hermione's soft curves.

"Hello, my lovelies. I come bearing gifts," grinning at the two of them, Theo handed them each hangover and pain potions, "drink up. And I expect you to have some water. The wet cloths are for if you feel a bit dirtier than a Scourgify will manage."

Theo sat the glasses of water and the fruit and cheese tray on Hermione's bedside table.

The handsome Head Boy pushed his curls out of his eyes, before he leaned forward and gave them both long lingering kisses on their foreheads and murmured "I will see you both in the morning."

Hermione looked at him, inquiring nervously, "you aren't upset?"

"Why would I be upset, Hermione? I've been hoping this would happen. It was my dare after all. I've been planning it, in fact. The two of you needed a little encouragement. You think I didn't see the chemistry here? Also it was my way of apologising for interrupting your first kiss. The library would have been perfect. And I bolloxed that right up."

"You know what chemistry is, Theo?" Hermione stared at him in surprise.

The brunette snorted. "Go to sleep, you two," and with that, a very smug Theo left the room.

Draco looked up at her in consternation, "We didn't kiss."

The golden pools of her eyes threatened to drown him, as she smiled and whispered, "how about we fix that right now?"