Dec06, Harry Potter, Hermione/Draco, "Stoking Her Deep Bad"
Title: Stoking Her Deep Bad Author: train_tracks Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Hermione/Draco Rating: R Word Count: 430 Warnings/Content: possible underage and AU, like 6th or 7th year, pegging Disclaimer: I don't own much of anything, least of all anything having to do with Harry Potter. A/N: This is for adventdrabbles and prompt #5 and 6 -- gift of jewelry and frost.
He knew her pretty well after eight months of shagging. He knew she wouldn't want a diamond pendant or a pair of ruby earrings. And it wasn't only that Hermione was more practical than that (or that Draco would never stoop to buying ANYTHING in Gryffindor colors).
It was that he knew her dark side. He ought to. He was the one who nurtured it when no one else could -- when no one else could sense that there was so much more to her than frizzy hair, library books, and the kind of annoying superiority that covers for a tender heart. Well, Harry and Ron could. But whereas they saw her deep good, Draco saw and stoked her deep bad.
Draco knew. Or rather he figured it out. He'd found her late one night in the stacks. There had been no words, only a moment's hesitation, the both of them frozen in the moonlight. Then he'd picked her up, wrapped her legs around him and entered her swiftly like a thief and that was that, books tumbling down around them – her hitching breaths, his aborted grunts.
And now it was Christmas. And there were to be no romantic gestures, no cards, no sparkling gems or sweets or I-love-yous. She didn't love Draco Malfoy and he didn't love her. They loved one another's sweat, one another's naked limbs. They loved it dirty and efficient and asymmetrical. In fact, Draco was the only thing Hermione couldn't plan to the second on her calendar. They'd fuck two or three times in one day and then nothing for a month.
Draco Malfoy was indescribable – and Hermione really, really liked that.
And she really, really liked her gift.
"Try it out?" she'd suggested once she'd opened it. She tried not to blush too hot.
"I know a place," Draco had said, and she'd known precisely where he meant.
So now they were in the Room of Requirement, and she had him down on all fours, and the way was so slick and shiny and inviting. Hermione ran her hand down the shaft of her new toy – her big pink cock, strapped on tight. She nudged the tip to Draco's arse, heard him sip in his breath. As she pushed, relentless, Hermione knew this Christmas would go down as a favorite for years to come.
She may not ever love Draco Malfoy. But she sure did love this…them…together for an hour in the dark, where he lit up her shadows and she melted the ice of him. And where everything they usually were could be forgotten.