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Burning Attraction Towards the Abstract	By : margaritama Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 10338 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Written for Dramione Duet Exchange.

I had three prompts and the one I loved was making a dirty version of Twinkle, Twinkle and it wall went downhill (my mind in the gutter) from there. Also, my gift recipient loved the idea of a drunk Draco and hard-to-get Hermione, who was also headstrong and smart. That coupled with a tattoo. Throw in Pansy as a good friend and a bottle of tequila, and voila!

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“I don’t believe you, Granger. I think you’re a liar.”

Hermione Granger stared at Draco Malfoy in open anger. How dare the bloody prat call her integrity into question? She never lied. Never.

“You wish, Malfoy.” Hermione took a swig from the bottle of expensive tequila she and Malfoy had been passing back and forth.

Her she was, at nearly midnight on a Friday night, sitting in Draco Malfoy’s expansive penthouse in a tony part of London. A roaring fire burned hot as they lay sprawled on a plush rug basking in its warmth. One would call it romantic, if it weren’t the pair of them.

She wore a one-shoulder chiffon dress in a deep plum. The underlay hugged her body, hitting mid-thigh, leaving little room for little more than a pair of tiny knickers, and the overlay draped from shoulder to thigh in soft, dreamy sophistication. Her expensive five-inch heels were tossed long ago and she’d let her hair out of the chignon-style updo, so it now fell in gentle waves. Malfoy kept staring at her hair as she ran her fingers to untangle the tresses.

Draco was dressed in black Muggle trousers paired with a beautiful, not-so-crisp, dove grey button down shirt. The French cuffs were rolled up exposing strong forearms, the light flickering over the shadow of his right arm where she knew his dark mark was hidden. The collar was unbuttoned enough to leave a tantalizing view of his muscular chest. His shoes and socks lay forgotten as well. Oh yes, the man was quite handsome. Nine years since the war and Draco Malfoy had grown up.

How in the name of Merlin had she ended up in such a situation? Blame her so-called friends. Usually, on Friday nights, she was happy to curl up with a good book or movie at home, a cup of tea and her favorite Thai take-away. Unfortunately, Ginny Weasley and her former childhood enemy, Pansy Parkinson, had shown up at her doorstep at six that evening. It was, apparently, Draco Malfoy’s birthday. He was having a large bash at his penthouse. They’d not let up on their harping until she’d agreed to attend. After a full hour of primping, they’d Apparated to the celebration. Now, here she was, almost five hours later, and everyone had either left or found their way to one of the many bedrooms in the massive penthouse. There was little doubt there would be minimal sleeping happening in those rooms.

It was quite a blur on how she was now sharing a bottle of tequila with Draco Malfoy. All she could honestly remember was that upon her arrival he’d appeared at her side and had been the perfect gentleman, all evening. It was his party but he’d acted as if she were his date. It was somewhat disconcerting. When she’d made to leave earlier in the evening, he’d stayed her with a touch and asked her to stay behind. He wanted to speak to her in private.

Well, they couldn’t be more private than now. And the conversation had turned very personal. Somehow, she’d admitted to Draco that she had a tattoo which he was demanding to see.

Taking a sip, he was sitting back, his long legs stretched out in front of him. “Come on, Granger, show me. It’s my birthday, after all. Consider it my present.” His voice was low and husky.

Smiling mischievously, Hermione shook her head. “Sorry, Malfoy, but that privilege is not an option."

“What if I guess?”

“Guess what?”

“Where it is?”

“You won’t.” They’d passed the bottle a few more times. She was feeling warm and very relaxed.

Draco moved up and repositioned himself so he was closer. “But if I do?”

Blinking, she contemplated her answer and would later blame it on the alcohol. “Alright, I’ll show you. But you only get three guesses.”

“Deal.” He smiled, predatorily. “First guess . . .”

The bottle on her lips, she held up her finger and shook her head. “Mmm, no. If you lose you have to do something for me.”

“Oh? And what would you like me to do for you, Granger?”

Holy Hades, she could feel her cheeks burning and a rush of liquid pool in between her legs. “I-I want a song. A school rhyme . . . eh . . . Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star but you have to put new words to it.”

Draco suddenly laughed. It was a genuine sound full of feeling and honesty. Rich and delicious, it sent shivers across her body. “Merlin, Granger . . . you are so bloody unique.” Pausing, he took one long swallow. “Alright, a little dirty ditty is what I’ll give you.”

“Oh, I never said . . .,” she stammered. What had she done?

“Ah, ah, ah, Granger. You’ve stated your terms and I’ve agreed to them.” Putting the bottle down, he stood very slowly. At his full height, he offered her his hand. “Come on, Princess. Let’s get comfortable.”

A moment of panic seized her. She was tipsy but not drunk. Well, maybe a little bit more in her cups that she thought.

Sensing her hesitation, Draco noted gently, “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything you don’t want me too. I’m just tired of sitting on the floor. No matter what, Granger, I’m going to snog the hell out of you tonight and I’d rather do it on the couch. Don’t pretend it’s not going to happen.”

Blushing, Hermione bit her lower lip and looked away in embarrassment. He was right, she wanted to kiss him desperately but she was hoping he hadn’t noticed. Taking a breath, she looked up and took his hand. He helped her up, very gently, and walked her over to his large couch. Before sitting, he kissed her hand tenderly without taking his eyes from her. Then he tugged her down on him so she was straddling his body.

“You know, Granger, you are a sexy vixen in this dress. I’ve been wondering what the hell was underneath all night.” He ran his hands over her bum and up her back making her tremble. “Shh, don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. Now, I’ve got three guesses.”

“Yes.” The word came out a low sultry whisper.

Grinning like the proverbial cat that’d eaten the canary, Draco leaned forward and kissed her breast. “I say its right above your left breast.”

She felt his hot breath on her nipple before he nipped it through the fabric. Moaning from the tiny shock, she let out a breathy, “N-no . . . try again.”

Moving his hands to cup her breasts, he ran his thumbs over her peaks before pinching them to attention. “My second guess is . . .”

Hermione watched him, her breathing erratic and heart pounding. She couldn’t remember being this hot for a man before. His large hand traveled back down the expanse of her back, down the side of her thighs and then back up under the hem of her dress.

Pushing her dress up and exposing her barely-there knickers, his fingers delved in the recess of her ass. It caused her to stiffen and elicit a gasp. “Draco . . .” Her fingers gripped his shoulder for support.

“Shh, I’m thinking, Granger . . . mmm, what about here?” One hand was smoothing over the silkiness of her underwear, while the other was underneath touching her bare flesh. He suddenly smacked her ass, making her yelp. “Answer me, is it here, you naughty, little temptress?”

Another smack. Then another. Hermione ground against him, feeling his erection. Each time he spanked her, she became wetter. “Oh, gods . . . no . . . not there . . .”

Draco continued to spank her bottom and then latched onto her breast through her dress. Wantonly, she continued to work her hips against his hardness.

Without warning, he stopped then pulled away from her breast and stilled her hips. “Slow down, we’ve got all night.”

Taking in deep breaths, Hermione looked at Draco. His eyes were stormy grey; his pupils were dark and dilated with desire. She slicked her lips with her tongue. “One more guess, Malfoy.”

“Right . . . one more guess.” Eyes locked on each other, she felt him grab her knickers and pull, tearing them in two.

Eyes widening, her breath hitched when his fingers went farther South. She sat up to allow him more room. Her eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head when she felt his fingers explore her wet folds.

Entering her slowly with one digit, he tried one last time. “I’ll bet it’s near this pretty pussy, isn’t it, Granger? It’s on the inside of one of your thighs, where I can see it and bite it before making you come on my tongue.”

Riding his finger in frustration, Hermione moaned. “Oh, Draco . . . feels so good . . . more . . .”

“I’ll give you more, Princess. Am I right? Tell me I’m right so I can kiss you then fuck you good.”

Laughing, Hermione shook her head. “No. You’re not right.”

In one fell swoop, she felt him extract his finger and flip her onto her back on the couch. “No? Really? Then where it is? I demand satisfaction, Granger. I want proof that I’m wrong.” He was slowly inching her dress upward. “Put your hands over your head and leave them there.”

She obeyed. There was something liberating about letting Draco tell her what to do. Giving him control over her body and pleasure, she just knew he wouldn’t disappoint.

He spread her legs and continued to tug up her dress to her waist. “Where is it?”

“It’s on my right hipbone. See for yourself.”

Lifting his body, he looked down between them. “Well, well . . . so it is.” He bent down to kiss the tiny, swirling design of varying shades of crimson and gold. “Did it hurt?” He caressed it lightly and reverently with the pads of fingers.

“A bit. But it was worth it.”

Kissing it again, he whispered, “It’s a flame.”

“Indeed.” She smiled in triumph. “I want my prize now, if you please.”

Draco looked at her in amusement. He then sat up and tugged off his shirt before settling in between her legs. She looked on in anticipation and alarm as he swiped her clit with his tongue. In between licks, sucks and nips, he kept true to his word.

“Twinkle, twinkle, my little hussy.” Licking.

“How I want to eat your pussy.” Sucking and biting.

“Take you up and up, so high.” Twirling and inserting a finger.

“Until you’re falling from the sky.” Pumping said finger and sucking hard.

“When my thick, fat cock it in.” Light humming while inserting another finger.

“When you’re moaning my name in sin.” Merlin, was that another finger?

“Then I’ll show you all my might.” More licking and faster pumping.

“And keep you coming with me all night.”

Hermione was a tingling mess of sensations. Trying to move her hips, Draco held her down, instead. He feasted on her like a starving man and bringing her to the precipice only to fall back.

“Draco, I want to come . . . please . . . make me come . . .”

A chuckle was her reply before she felt him latch onto her clit to suck and hum on it. The throbbing combined with his fingers fucking her hard made her come in a one blinding moment of ecstasy. Her body was singing and aflame with a heat that radiated from her most intimate spot.

Coming down from her high, she felt Draco crawl up her body. He was kissing her and letting her taste herself on him. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever done.

Breaking off, he stared at her with a serious expression. “I want you to stay the night. In my bed.” He kissed her lips lightly. “And I want you there in the morning. I’ll make you breakfast.”

Still recovering from her blissful experience, Hermione stared up at Draco. “Malfoy . . . what are we doing?” She wasn’t sure if this was a game to him, a one-off. She didn’t do ‘just sex.’

“Hell if I know, Granger. But I can tell you that I asked Pansy to get you to come to my party tonight. I wanted to talk to you . . . see if you’d consider having dinner with me, sometime.” Smiling, predatorily, he kissed the tip of her nose. “I didn’t expect to have you for dinner . . .”

“Oh . . .” She punched him, good-naturedly but the blush creeping up her neck burned her cheeks. “Seriously, I don’t know what this is between us. Or how this even happened.”

“This thing, between us, is called unresolved sexual tension. And I’d like to see where this goes. I want to date who I want, not who I’m expected too. Want to join me, Granger? Want to break all the rules and shock the shit out of this outdated wizarding world and their well-ordered norms?”

“Merlin, Malfoy, such dramatics!” With a sly little grin, she would her arms around him. “Since you asked so nicely . . . why yes, Malfoy, I would love to ‘shock the shit’ out of everyone. But if you break my heart, I’m going to invent a horrid little spell just for you.”

“Suck dramatics, Granger!” Laughing out loud, Draco gathered her close. “Hold on.”

She complied and felt the tug of Apparition only fleetingly before landing on something soft. Looking around she realized they were in a bedroom. She assumed it was Draco’s.

“My room,” he confirmed. “Say you’ll stay. If you feel better, I promise not to do anything more.”

Hermione smiled as she felt his hands slide down her body. “I’m practically naked, Malfoy. And you’ve got wandering hands.”

“Can’t help myself, Granger.”

“Who says you have too?” Hermione pulled him down for a searing kiss before tearing away and whispering against his lips. “Yes, I’ll stay. I expect breakfast . . . and possibly lunch. And I fully intend on collecting on that dinner.”

Nipping her lower lip, he replied, “Maybe we’ll stay in all bloody weekend.”

“Maybe . . .” She then proceeded to wrap her legs around him.

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“Hermione . . . Hermione . . .” Ginny, followed by a grinning Pansy, called after the curly-haired witch who was making her way through the Atrium at the Ministry of Magic.

Turning, she smiled at her friends. “Hullo.”

Both women caught up to her. “Where were you all weekend? We owled you and never heard back. I told Pansy that if I didn’t see you first thing Monday, I was storming your flat.”

“Oh . . . sorry, I wasn’t home,” she answered, enigmatically.

“Pardon?” A flabbergasted Ginny was not a pretty one.

“I wasn’t home,” Hermione replied, airily. “I was out . . . with Draco Malfoy . . . having the shag-fest of my life, thank you very much. And no, I won’t tell you details.”

Pansy guffawed. “I knew it. I knew you two would be perfect.”

Ginny stood with mouth agape, apparently gob smacked. “Oh my! Oh my! You lucky bitch.”

“What now, Hermione?” Slytherin’s former queen stared at her with curiosity. “You and Draco are . . .”

“Taking it one day at a time and making it up as we go. We’re breaking norms, experimenting in the abstract . . . and having dinner tonight.” Hermione smiled. “I like him, what can I say? And I’m not going to wonder or worry about what anyone else thinks. This is for me.”

Pansy and Ginny glanced at each other then looked back at Hermione. She was glowing, and probably not just from having been shagged all weekend. She looked happy and who were they, or anyone else really, to tell her she couldn’t be happy.

“Well, I think we should go lingerie shopping,” announced Ginny. “You’ll need it, Hermione.”

“I think you’re right, Ginny.”

All three witches kept walking with all talk eventually blending into topics about their everyday lives. Their forms disappeared into the crowd of witches and wizards milling around or whizzing and sauntering by. Each person was focused on their own world where defying the practical was second nature – it just depends on interpretation.

Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy? Well, why not? It really just depends on interpretation, doesn’t it?

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