Summersmut Mod (summersmutmod) wrote in hp_summersmut, @ 2009-08-05 00:00:00 |
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[FIC] Draco's Choice :: Draco/Hermione | gift for ldymusyc
Title: Draco's Choice
Author:
Recipient: ldymusyc
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,505
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Your request. Hope you enjoy it - I tried to use a couple of your prompts. Thanks to sweettiff_14 for the beta!
"I was wondering when you'd get here," Draco drawled, tossing aside a Sneakoscope.
Hermione's breath caught in her throat just looking at him. If decadence had a mascot, he was before her.
Draco had grown into a body fit for a Greek god; broad-shouldered and well-toned from scrimmage Quidditch matches. His hair was ruffled as if he'd just woken from a nap. His under-robe was unbuttoned to his waist and his tie, loose. Pillows framed him on the rented bed. A pang of affection shot through Hermione's heart.
"Unavoidably detained," she said, tearing her eyes from Draco and dropping her over-sized purse on the table beside the door. She took her time emptying her pockets, contemplating whether or not her physical arrangement with Draco Malfoy had a future.
When arms slid around her waist, Hermione melted into Draco's tall frame. Warmth flittered through her as he dropped lingering kisses down her neck.
"It's Draco's Choice today," he murmured, tonguing her earlobe.
Hermione's eyes closed and her entire body tightened as his words snaked into her through her ear.
"I'm all yours," she whispered, hoping he didn't spook at how fully she meant the words.
"Mm," Draco purred, nibbling her ear.
That was all it took to stop Hermione's brain. Draco knew her buttons as if he'd programmed them himself. She turned in his arms and sought his mouth. He was grinning as he kissed her, teasing her lips with shallow touches rather than the devouring kiss she wanted.
"I want to get you nice and hot," he said, plucking apart the buttons of Hermione's robe.
His words triggered fire in Hermione; heat pooled in her stomach. Draco had too many fantasies for her to possibly guess which he intended to indulge. And she knew better than to ask; Draco enjoyed shocking her.
When his fingers reached her bare skin, Hermione sighed. His hands slid eagerly over her flesh as if making sure everything was where he last left it. A groan escaped Draco's throat and he maneuvered Hermione backwards into the wall, finally granting her desire for a deep kiss.
Typically, this was Hermione's cue to remove Draco's robes but he held her arms pinned. Helplessness sent endorphins rushing madly through her.
When Draco's knee slid between her legs, pressing intimately against her cunt, she moaned and fought the urge to ride his leg.
"Ooh, you're already wet," Draco cooed.
Hermione's pride warred with her desire and a flush crawled up her neck. She was embarrassed by how easily a wizard that once bullied her could make her body sing in pleasure.
Draco had gone still, drawing Hermione's attention back to him. Teasing pretense was gone. Hermione shivered at the concentration staring back at her.
"I want you," he said, looking raw.
Hermione couldn't help but grin at Draco's confession. It was a relief to know that she wasn't alone.
"So, take me," she whispered against his lips.
The hands holding Hermione's arms twitched before releasing her.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Quick and hard against the wall…" Draco muttered, backing to the bed.
Hermione's already erratic heartbeat went staccato. She remained against the wall; her knees were about to give and it was holding her up.
"But, because it's Draco's Choice today, I found us something special," he drawled, reaching under the bed skirt and pulling out a tiny bottle of luminescent green liquid.
"Cantharis potion," he announced with a wicked light in his eyes.
Hermione glanced from Draco to the bottle and back to Draco again. It was true; Hermione liked sex well enough but she liked it quick and hard. Cantharis potion affected the nerves of sex organs to prolong climax.
"It's about time you found some," she said, stepping out of the robes puddled around her feet.
Draco crooked a beckoning finger at her and Hermione obeyed. She climbed onto the bed and straddled his thighs, purposefully leveling her breasts with his face. Arms went around her back and lips captured one of her nipples, sucking. A gasp parted her lips as honeyed pleasure dripped through her veins. Hermione moaned and leaned back in Draco's arms, fisting her hands in his robe.
"You're so fucking sexy," Draco groaned, gathering Hermione close, holding her tight. "I just want to chain you to my bed…"
Hermione got a thrill from Draco's words and slid gentle fingers through his hair. Every time they met, she thought she fell a little more in love with him. But they didn't talk about them when they talked at all.
Hands guided Hermione to sit, putting some space between her and Draco. She watched, with mild trepidation, as he uncorked the bottle and drank half of its glowing contents.
When Draco offered it to her, Hermione experienced the slightest tremor of uncertainty. She and Draco hadn't been enemies since they were school children but there was always that tiny part of her that wondered if he might return to his prejudice and hurt her.
"You say ‘stop' and we'll stop – you know that," he said softly, as if reading her mind.
Warm trust filled Hermione and she drank down the rest of the bottle. She smacked her lips at the residual minty taste in her mouth and grinned at Draco.
"Your choice," she said.
"Why am I still wearing robes?" he asked, looking ridiculously cute grinning.
Hermione took the cue and slid his robes off his shoulders. She got up on her knees to reach all of the buttons.
"I bought that potion so that I could spend as much time as possible inside of you," he growled.
Frowning at his tone, Hermione gasped as he lifted her and brought her down on his cock. They both groaned and went still, relishing the feel of one another.
Hermione wondered when the potion would begin to work; she felt a centimeter from coming already. Sexual instinct pushed at her, telling her to ride the body holding her. She shifted her knees and rose, savoring the feel of his flesh within her, and earned another low moan from Draco. Hermione curled her hips so that Draco's cock almost slipped out of her and let her weight push him back inside.
Draco's hands gripped Hermione's back as if she might float away if he were to let go. He held on intently as she fucked him. The potion had to be working; she'd been stuck at the moment before climax since he'd impaled her.
Suddenly, Draco's arms tightened around her and she made a frustrated sound at being stopped.
"Wait – slowly. Slow down," he murmured, pressing his lips along Hermione's vulnerable neck. "Put your legs around me."
Hermione shuddered as she slid first one leg, and then the other, gingerly around Draco. The cock inside of her was pressed differently and tighter. Her eyes rolled back in her head when Draco slowly tilted his hips, withdrawing himself from her depths. Just as infuriatingly gradually, he relaxed, pushing his cock into her. For what seemed like an eternity, Draco kept the maddening pace.
When he broke into a sweat, Draco reached behind him and pushed Hermione's legs apart so that he could fall back on the bed. He pulled Hermione with him, chuckling.
"My arse is going to hate me in the morning."
Hermione couldn't help but giggle as she cuddled against him. "What do we do if our bodies give out before we finish?" she asked.
"Never happen. Grab some headboard," Draco leered, giving her bottom a pinch.
"Lech," she chided but rolled up onto her hands and knees.
As Draco's palm touched her hip, Hermione closed her eyes. She trusted him and everything he did felt good. Fingers – two – delved into her folds and Hermione's neck went slack. Draco pumped her swollen cunt, collecting and spreading her moisture. Hermione mewed each time he brushed her clit. The potion must have been wearing off because the sensation was electric.
"I think I'm close," she panted, not wanting to come without Draco inside of her. She felt his legs along hers and sighed with pleasure as he filled her again. He nudged her knees farther apart, so that his cock reached deeper and she cried out as her body buzzed with impending bliss.
"Oh, yes," she moaned as he pounded into her. Heat and sweat and friction broiled together and Hermione felt the first ripples of orgasm grip her.
A wet finger pushed into the tight bud of her arse and Hermione screamed breathily, completely lost, as she came.
Hermione fell back to earth to find herself cradled in Draco's arms.
"Did you, uh?" she asked.
Draco nodded and then frowned.
"Is something wrong?" she asked.
Draco pursed his lips and shook his head. They stared at one another for awhile. Hermione maneuvered a hand from between them and brushed stray bangs from Draco's eyes.
"I'm scared," he whispered.
"What? Of what?" Hermione asked, immediately concerned.
"I'm in love with you."
Hermione filled with butterflies and she grinned.
"You're not alone."