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Your Best Kept Secret
By: Enchanted Faery
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, just borrowing them. Don’t
own the song either (the song is actually called “No Body puts Baby in the
Corner), but Fall Out Boy does and their people. Also not all the lyrics are used.
A/N: This fic is rated NC-17, so if you’re not 17
or older and you read this, don’t tell me!
It’s just gonna piss me off. This
will contain vulgar descriptions of sexual acts, so if that makes you blush and
if you don’t really like it…then don’t read.
Oh and this is different than how I normally write, but it is all
Draco’s POV. I will be writing another
one with Hermione’s POV as well, so no worries all.
Drink down that Gin
and Kerosene,
Your sit in the darkest corner
of the Three Broomsticks because you don’t want her to see you, you only want
to watch her, to observe her to see how long she can stay away from you. You look down at your empty glass, you wave
at the bar tender and he brings you another shot of fire whiskey, it tastes
like kerosene as it burns all the way down to your stomach. You see that her drink is almost empty, you
get the bar tenders attention, you nod towards her signaling him to give her
another martini extra olives, just the way she likes it. You wonder why she’s sitting there, is she
waiting for some one, is she alone?
I
keep my jealousy close,
'Cause it's all mine.
You hear the bell on the
door, and you see Scar Head walk in, he looks around the perimeter, you know
exactly who he’s searching for and you feel a dull burn in your gut. You think
maybe it’s not only the fire whiskey, you know this burn, you feel the jealousy
churning it churns and churns and it burns and burns. You start to get angry ‘cause you know that
nothing can happen between you and her when he’s there, you know that you’ll
never be a saint like Saint Potter. Your
anger rages deep inside you, but your face remains a mask of indifference. It doesn’t matter that they can’t see you or
that they even know you are there, a Malfoy never show emotions
And if you say this makes you happy,
Then I'm not the only one lying.
You see her waving at him,
you see that she is happy, but when you glance into her chocolate eyes, you see
that the happiness is not reflected there, you watch “The Irritating One” hug
her as she returns the hug, still feeling the jealousy and the rage, you close
your eyes to calm your breathing and when you open them you see that she’s
standing in front of you, Potter is sitting at the bar, but keeping a close eye
on you. Your eyes focus on her
again.
“Granger…is there
something I can help you with?”
She looks at you, you look into her eyes, her emotions flashing in them,
almost like a storm.
“Do you mind if Harry and
I join you?” she asks you with a little uncertainty.
You are shocked at this
request, but you were trained not to show emotions, so you keep up your façade
of indifference, but you smirk it’s the care free smirk that you’ve gotten so
good at.
“If it makes you happy
then do what you want.” You say but secretly your heart is beating a hundred
miles per minute. You don’t want Potter
there, but if that is the only way she was going to join you then you will
tolerate “The Annoying one”
You see her motion for
Potter, he comes towards your table, you move aside so that she can slide in
next to you. You feel the heat of her
body coming off in waves, you see her brown curls fall over her shoulder. You want to run your fingers through her
hair…you know how soft it is, its as soft as the most expensive silk, you
inconspicuously lean towards her, inhaling her scent, she smells like Vanilla
orchids and something else, its her scent.
You feel your trousers begin to tighten in the front, you close your
eyes and you clench your teeth annoyed at the fact that you can’t even smell
her without getting a hard on. You want
her so bad! You want to bend her over
the table and fuck her into oblivion. You
want to…your thoughts are interrupted when she says your name... “Draco?” she
sounds worried. You open your eyes and
unclench your teeth, you glance at her pink full lips and you feel your cock
twitch as you imagine all the things that she can do with those beautiful
perfect lips of hers you, she sees the desire in your eyes…she quietly gasps,
you look up into her eyes, her face turns a light shade of pink, you smirk
again…she wants you too…you can see the lust in her eyes. You hear someone clear their throat, bugger,
you forgot that Potter was there. You
draw your attention away and look at him.
You see that he looks a bit upset, he is, after all, supposed to be her
boyfriend. You want to snarl at him and
fight him, you want to tell him to keep his fucking hands of your woman, but
you hold your tongue and give him a small smile,
“It’s been a long time
Potter, how have you been holding up?” You wonder if he has fallen for your
fake façade and wait for a response, you see emotions go across his face; he’s
like an open book.
“I’m doing quite well
thank you.”
You sit quietly and
pretend to listen to what he is saying as he tells you all that he has been up
to. You still can’t believe that you
betrayed your Father and Voldemort, but you love her and you wanted to be good
for her, never mind that she was dating the Weasel at the time, never mind that
she didn’t trust you, never mind that you would more than likely lose your
inheritance, no you didn’t care about any of that…you loved her and God did you
Love her and even though she didn’t trust you, even though she didn’t love you,
it didn’t matter…because of her you wanted to be good, you wanted to do what
you could do help Potter defeat the Dark Lord.
Keep quiet,
Nothing comes as easy as you.
Can I lay in your bed all day?
You remember what it felt
like to kiss her, you remember what it felt like to feel her body rubbing
against yours…you remember the way she tasted, the noises she made when you
were kissing her in the places that she loved.
You remember her saying your name over and over again as you brought her
to her peak. You remember what it feels
like to have her long silky legs wrapped around your waist as you pounded into
her over and over again, rubbing her in the right places kissing her with all
the passion you held inside.
You are startled out of
your revelry when you feel her hand resting on your leg. You try not to be obvious, but it’s to late,
he saw you jump and now you have to think of an excuse for your behavior, he
asks you if you are alright,
“Yes, I’m fine just got a
little chill, is it cold in here, or is it just me?” you try to play it off, because really you’re
not cold you’re hot…she’s stroking your leg and she keeps working her way
up…you don’t want her to stop but you stop her none the less, you gently grab
her hand and hold in it place, she looks at you from the side of her eyes, and
gives you a small smile. You focus on
him and listen to a story he’s telling, about his muggle family, it is amusing
and you smile. Your absently stroking
her hand, you feel her foot working its way up your leg. You look at her and give her a look; she
knows what you are thinking. She knows that she will not be going home with
Harry tonight but that she will be with you tonight. Harry gets up to go to the loo, here is your
chance. You lean into her and whisper in
her ear,
“You little vixen! Are you trying to get me to take you on this
table with all these people and your boyfriend as witnesses?”
She smiles widely, and you
know that’s exactly what she was thinking too.
You quietly laugh and lean in to kiss her, but you don’t kiss her on the
lips like she wants you too, you kiss her on the cheek. She shows her disappointment and you quietly
laugh again,
“I don’t think it’s a good
idea, love, what if Scar Head comes out and catches, us? I don’t know about you, but I rather like my
testicles attached to me, thank you.”
You hear her harmonious
laugh and you can’t help but smile, it’s the smile that only she is allowed to
see, because she’s the only one who can do that to you. Every time you’re around her you feel like a
little school boy, giddy with joy ‘cause you caught your first frog or built
your first tree fort. She made you feel
this way, the way that no one else could make you feel…You feel loved, even if
she is with Potter, you know that it’s you she craves.
“Let’s hold off until
later tonight shall we?” she smiles and nods.
You look up and you see Harry walking towards you two once again, you
discreetly slide away from her and put a little distance between yourself and
Hermione. Harry sits back down and
finishes is butter beer. You offer to
buy him another one, but he shakes his head,
“No thank you” he says “I
have to be going now, I’ve got an early morning meeting with the Minister of
Magic…”
You smile, knowing that
soon it will be just you and her. You’ll
apperate to your flat and she’ll meet you there.
“Okay, then. I guess I’ll
see you around. Bye Potter” you say.
“Goodnight Malfoy,
Hermione, love, are you coming with me?”
She smiles at her
boyfriend, you push down the feeling of jealousy that was working its way up
when you heard him call her “love” you’re grateful that your father taught you
how to hide your emotions.
“No, I think I’ll stay a
little longer if that’s okay.”
“Of course, I will see you
tomorrow. Take care Malfoy.”
“You too, Potter.”
You wait for him to leave
then order one more fire whiskey for yourself and another martini for her. You two drink them down as soon as you can;
she leans into you and whispers,
“I’m going to the loo;
I’ll meet you in your flat in 30 minutes.”
You nod your head and
can’t help but grin, knowing what was going to happen next. You needed this! It has been too long since you made love to
her.
I'll be your best kept secret
And your biggest
mistake.
You make your way to the
bar, and pay your tab. You quickly walk
outside and find the apperation point.
You apperate to your flat and call for your house elf, you realize how
lucky you are that you were able to withdraw all your funds from your account
before the Ministry took it and you’re even more grateful that Winky wanted to
be your house elf…she didn’t want to be paid, but you provided her with the
things she needed and you treat her very well.
You call for the house elf and she pops in front of you.
”Is Master be needing something, sir?”
You smile at the little
house elf and say
“Yes, make sure the sheets
on my bed are the green satin ones that Ms. Granger likes and please start a
fire in the fire place, when you are through with that please have a bottle of
champagne and 2 glasses waiting for us near the hearth. Once that is done I would like you to return
to Hogwarts for the night and not to return until I call for you, is that
understood?”
“Yes, Master sir. Winky be doing what you ask sir. Will there be anything else sir?”
“Yes, remember not word
about Ms. Granger being here with me, to anyone. Rather than that, I think that is all. Thank
you Winky.”
“Winky is happy to be
doing this sir, Winky is happy that she is able to serve you sir! And Master
need not worry sir, Winky be keeping your secrets sir.”
You watch the house elf
pop out of site and you make your way to your bathroom. You don’t like the smell of tobacco on your
person, so you shower to remove the offensive smell and also you know that’s
what she is doing too.
You walk into your room,
your towel wrapped around your waist
You reach into your
wardrobe and pull out the robe that Hermione had bought you for your last
birthday. The material is soft as her
hair and therefore makes this your favorite one. You walk back into the bathroom and use a
quick drying spell on your hair. You
comb it next, but leave it natural, you don’t slick it back like you normally
do, ‘cause you know she likes it this way, you know
she likes to run her fingers through it.
You make your way out to the living room when you hear a pop. You know it’s her, because she is the only
one who knows how to get around your wards, besides yourself. She walks towards you, wearing nothing but a
pink silky robe. You know she isn’t wearing
anything under there…at least you don’t think she is. You look near the fire place and find the
fire roaring in it with a container of ice with the champagne sitting next to
it. You pull her towards you, capturing
her lips in a soft but passionate kiss.
You pull away as she gasps for air…you see her chest heaving, her pink
buds poking out of her silk robe.
“Merlin, I missed
you! Do you know how bad I wanted to
kiss you tonight in front of everyone! I
need you so badly…” you whisper to her. She rubs her body against yours; you
close your eyes and try to control your emotions. You pull away from her and walk to the
champagne you grab a glass and fill it with the golden bubbly liquid. You hand her a glass and then fill yours up. She giggles because the bubbles tickle her
nose.
You both take a sip of the
golden liquid. You take her glass from
her hands and you set both glasses down on the mantle. She leans into you and kisses you again, her
tongue begs for entrance and you open your mouth. You can taste the sweetness of the champagne
on her tongue. You gently suck on it and
then move to nibble on her bottom lip, you hear her moan with pleasure. She is grinding against you again and this
time you let the friction do its job.
You feel your manhood start to throb with pleasure as your begin to feel
light headed because of the sudden rush of blood to your nether regions. You untie the belt that is holding her robe closed;
you see that she is indeed wearing nothing under it. You feel her hands on your chest, she gently
grazes your nipples it causes you to shutter and goose bumps break out all over
your body. You quickly pick her up and
she squeals, you love it when she does that, you think
it’s so cute. You carry her to your
bedroom, it smells of fresh laundered linen.
You lay your lover down on the bed and untie your robe. It slides to the floor, you hear her gasp,
she’s excited and you know it feels good because you know its you that makes
her this way, its you she desires, its you she gives her body too, if only
she’d love you as much as you loved her.
You start to feel sad and quickly push those thoughts away. This is neither the time nor the place for
those kids of thoughts. You look at her,
taking in her captivating beauty. You
worship her she is your goddess. You
lean down and kiss her on the neck you lick her in the spot right behind the
ear, she purrs. You can’t help but
smile. You kiss your way down to her
left breast kneading the other with your free hand. You suck in a rosy nipple
she jerks her pelvis, brushing against your pulsating cock. You groan, you’re not sure how much of this
you can take, it’s been too long since you’ve fucked her, too long since you’ve
heard her mews of pleasure. You switch
breasts, kneading the left one while you kiss her right one, again you suck in
her taut nipple she jerks some more. You
know that she can’t stand it much longer you reach down to her dark patch of
silky curls and you can feel that she is wet for you already, you kiss your way
down to her belly button, nibble at her hip you work you way down to her hot
womanhood, she’s squirming, begging for contact, you inhale her musky scent,
its her scent, the scent that makes you want to come on the spot, but you
don’t, it wouldn’t be fun, after all, if you made a fool of yourself. You stick out your tongue and taste her
womanly juices, she jerks her hips causing your nose to gently brush the little
bundle of nerves, she wantonly sighs.
You begin to lick her as she moans your name,
“Oh Draaacoooo….” You love
the sound of your name on her lips, you lightly nip at her clit, she wraps her
legs around your head, she grabs your hair, you know that she wants more, so
you give her more. You stick one finger
in her at first and begin to pump into her, then you stick in another finger
she squirms and begins to move with the rhythm of your fingers. You try to stretch her a little further,
because its been so long since you two have done this and not that you are
bragging, but you are larger and thicker than an average Caucasian man, so you
need to stretch her so that she can accommodate your girth. You stick another finger in, and move more
rapidly, you know she’s almost there, she moaning your name over and over again
you bend your fingers to the spot you know well and she screams out your name,
“OH DRACO! OH MERLIN DRACO, THAT FEELS SOOO….”
You feel her inner walls
clenching around your fingers, her juices from her orgasm pour out you quickly
lean down and drink in her sweetness. It
tastes like honey suckle, she’s so sweet.
Before she can be sated from her release you gracefully sit up and
gently pull her towards you, you grab your cock so that you can guide it into
her hot, wet core. You slowly push
inside her and stretch her even more. You clench your teeth, oh gods she feel
so good. Hot, soft and wet. You withdraw a little bit and you can hear
her breathe deeper. You push back into
her, slowly torturing yourself, you begin to pump inside her, in, out, in, out,
you swivel your hips a little bit as you push in again, she whimpers. In, out, in out, you moving faster now, you’re
pushing into her harder. You can feel
the tension building up inside you, you can feel the tightness in your balls,
you want her to come again so you place your thumb on her clit and you press
and rub, she screams out with enrapture her sheath clenching your dick so
tight, that’s all you can take you come hard, you see stars and feel all the
tension leave your body as you shoot your seed into her womb hoping that some
how you impregnate her, you know it’s wrong to think that, but you can’t help
it, you love her you want her to bare your children. You want to be her one and only. You know that she is with him you know that,
but you still have hope. You gently
collapse on top of her, then move to the side, pulling out of her, you watch
some of your cum pour out of her. She quietly
murmurs a cleansing spell then she turns her body towards you and curls up to
you, her head resting on your chest. You
know that this was a mistake, just like the other times…but you can’t help it. You feel her breathing evenly and know that
she has fallen asleep. You kiss the top
of her head, inhaling her scent one more time and just before you drift off to
sleep, you say,
“I Love you, Hermione”
Keep quiet,
Nothing comes as easy as you.
Can I lay in your bed all day?
END…
A/N: Well there you
all go! I hope it wasn’t horrible!
Please Review! I like
constructive criticism, but not flames, they are just mean. Later all!
EF
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