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My Little Wicked Witch	By : fuzzydraco Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 22567 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Harry Potter world. But I don't. I dont make mullah off of this story. This is just my imagination running wild using her characters. Oh - the songs aren't mine either! :) PLEASE REVIEW.

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Thank you all who have stuck by and been patiently waiting for my butt to get an updated chapter up here. I apologize for it taking so long but life came and turned my life happily upside down! I now live in a different city, have a beautiful 16 month old, and I am enjoying this part of my life. I hope to not take so long with the next chapter. I can’t make promises since I now have a new person in the family to love, teach, and dream with. I will try my hardest to get that next chapter started. On with the story!

CHAPTER 13

Blaise stood with mouth agape looking at the spot Draco had just occupied and snapped out of it cursing into the night air. “You fucking git! I am going to avada you, Draco!”

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Hermione collapsed onto her bed and thanked the stars that she had made it home in one piece, and alone. She could still feel Draco’s lips against hers and her mind kept reenacting the kiss over and over again. I had to open my big mouth and invite Zabini to join our group even with Malfoy tagging along! What were you thinking continuing the kiss like that? Snogging in public no less! The rational part of her mind was up and at it again pointing out all the cons to the situation she was just in. She was pretty sure that Draco was too far gone tonight to remember the events tomorrow morning. Zabini just stood there and watched us like he was enjoying a damn porno. He could have at least done something!

She sat up in bed and starting stripping out of her clothes readying herself for bed. Hermione locked up the rational part of her mind and soon her body was afire again needing to feel his lips and tongue. She jumped into a cold shower and let the water run over her cooling the flame that burned within. She washed herself twice making sure that his scent was removed even though secretly, she wouldn’t have minded it staying on her longer. She would have preferred the lack of alcohol in the scent though. She dried off, put on shorts and a tank and fell back into her bed staring eyes straight ahead at the ceiling. She closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands. Hands stroking, lips meshing, heat building. Ugh! She slid her hands from her face and opened her eyes to the site of a big brown nose sniffing her left eye.

“Crookshanks! What are you doing?” she scolded her amused-looking cat. She turned over onto her stomach and reached her hand out to scratch him behind his ears. Crookshanks enjoyed the much wanted attention for a few minutes then jumped off the bed satisfied that he had gotten his way. Hermione watched as he flipped her tail at her and went to find a friend to snuggle within the mountain of stuffed animals she had in the corner.

Why did her life have to be so weird? She was attending Uni, was working to pay her way through – although it wasn’t the best of professions for the likes of her – and she no longer had her family by her side. Sure Harry, Ginny, Ron, Neville and everyone else were like family but she missed the talks she would have with her parents. The mundane things that most people take for granted. She would give everything she had to have them back for one day. Now she understood why Prof. Dumbledore had removed the Mirror of Erised when Harry had found it. She would have withered away staring at it too. Hermione grabbed her pillow, rolled over onto her back, pressed it against her face and screamed.

She couldn’t sleep, her mind reeling over the night’s events and also waving Hermione’s inner turmoil’s before her like it did from time to time. Great - just what I need. She removed the pillow, looked around the room and saw her secret admirer’s response letter sitting on her desk. Oh what the hell. I got nothing better to do. Better than sitting here berating myself or wallowing in misery. She grabbed the letter and lay back in bed reading its contents.

How is My Little Wicked Witch doing? I see you found some pretty tame questions to ask the first time around. I can be a bit intimidating.

Hermione rolled her eyes and made herself continue reading instead of doing what she really felt like doing - throwing the letter into the bin.

So onto the five little questions you asked me.

1.      What is your favorite color?

I guess you can say black. It is a rather sexy color, don’t you think?

2.      Do you smoke/drink?

Smoke – Merlin’s beard that stuff smells disgusting and how someone could actually suck on that foul smelling stick is beyond me.

Drink – yes. I enjoy a drink after dinner or if I ever go out with my friends.

3.      What is your favorite food?

I’ll eat just about anything but what I really love is Italian food. Give me anything with pasta and sauce and I’ll eat it.

4.      Do you like sunny days or rainy days?

Now this is a trick question. It depends on the mood I am in. I like both unless I have something specifically set for that day and the weather decides to go against what is needed.

5.      What do you do on your spare time?

Now this kinda goes with the answer above. On sunny days I am out and about. I love to fly and play Quidditch. It’s my stress and anger reliever.

On rainy days I like to sit in and read a good book. Most people wouldn’t imagine that of me but I do like to sit in my library and read whatever I find interesting for the day.

Now, what you said about working at Fire and Brimstone was interesting to me. So you started for financial reasons and now you are enjoying the outlet you have for your creativity. In a world where brains and muscle reign supreme, that creative spark isn’t always fed. And you are a creative witch. I am looking forward to this next dance. Now onto more important things, like questions from me:
1. Are you from around here? I mean did you grow up in England or did you move here?
2. What kinds of things do you like to do when you are not dancing?
3. Ok – I stole it from you but now I am curious – What is your favorite color?
4. What the hell, spoil my fantasy - Are you a virgin?
5. What would you do to seduce me?
And something about me – Most people don’t know that my Mum and I are very close. She has always stuck by my side and I don’t know where I would be without her. Hmmm… maybe that was a little deeper then I meant for it to be. I feel like I can trust you though.

Looking forward to your response,

Me

Hermione looked at the letter and reread it a few times before putting it down. Sounds like the average male wizard for what she had to compare to. He likes the color black, which is the safety color for most men. Simple and to the point. No smoking which was a plus. She couldn’t stand the smell of it. Even pipe smoke got to her. Italian food… Mmm... Hermione’s stomach gave a quick rumble. She was getting hungry. She got up and made her way to the kitchen thinking over her admirers answers. The last two went hand in hand. What she had noticed was he had mentioned a personal library; “I do like to sit in my library and read” Now that was exciting. So far the only thing she liked about him was that he seemed to enjoy reading; perhaps not as much as she did.

She made it to the kitchen, laid the letter on the table and grabbed a bowl from her cupboard. She rummaged through her pantry and grabbed cereal and then milk from the fridge. Nothing like a late night snack to get you sleepy. Hermione sat down on her couch and though about her answers to his questions. She finished her bowl and grabbed some parchment, her favorite quill, and the ink she had stashed in her desk. Crookshanks wondered into the room and sniffed the air around Hermione. “Sorry Sweetie, I just put my bowl up.”

“Mreow.” came his replay. He jumped into her lap and stared at her.

“Crookshanks, leave me alone!”

MREOW!” came his response again.

“Fine! You are a spoiled rotten cat. You know that?” With that she made her way to the sink, pulled out her dirty bowl and placed it on the floor. Crookshanks made a run for it and licked all the remaining milk. Hermione just shook her head, laughing. "Of course you know that. How silly of me." After he finished, she picked up the bowl and decided to clean it before heading to bed. She stood at the sink, hands washing the bowl but her mind was thinking about the nights events. Soft wet lips. Hands moving. Scents intensifying, Hands moving some more. Soft hair. Lips touching again. Silky tongue moving within her. Hermione turned off the water and put the bowl in the strainer. Without another look towards the couch she walked towards her bedroom, forgetting about the letter she was going to write back.

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Draco startled awake as he felt the opposite side of his mattress sink under the weight of someone climbing into bed with him. He tried turning around to find out who it was that was disturbing his slumber but found himself unable to look anywhere but straight ahead at the drapes covering his window. The covers slid from his shoulders as the person positioned themselves and he desperately wanted to caution whoever it bloody was that they were messing with the wrong person. A sweet sweaty scent filled his nostrils as the person closed the distance between them. Draco instinctively arched his back as he felt small delicate hands tenderly touch his shoulders. He realized that the only thing he couldn’t do was turn his head. He felt himself relax hands began tracing lazy curly cues up and down his back. Draco murmured “Keep going” as he closed his eyes and leaned back hopping to feel more of this Juliet than those hands that were now starting to make their way to the front of him. Silky soft skin. One burrowed itself between his mattress and his hip while the other snaked its way over his other ry hip. He felt the one hand lean itself on his chest while the other comfortably fell onto his stomach. This is getting interesting. Before he could try to move himself back he felt the person’s arms flex and he was dragged back towards the body.

A small gasp escaped his lips as he felt two hard nubs touch his back for a brief second as her chest mashed into him. No noise came from his secret companion but he didn’t care. He hadn’t been given undivided attention like this in a while. This felt too good to mess up. Mmmm. Draco felt warm breath on his ears and soft hair fell on him as the unmistakably woman shaped woman started gently blowing into his ear. He shuddered as the air tickled the inside of his ears. Velvety lips started planting kisses on his neck and shoulders and he could feel her breasts mold themselves into him as this mystery visitor worked her way over his shoulders. Damn, she is good. A long silky leg thrust itself between his. “Uh,” he moaned. He eagerly swallowed her leg and was rewarded when her thigh rose up and touched his groin which was already aflame felt like it was about ti explode. He wanted to touch this person behind him but something was keeping his to himself and his face facing forward. Whoever this is, she knows what she is doing when it comes to spells. All he could do was fist his hands in frustration at not being able to have his way with her. His mind came back when her hands started working their magic again. He let his head fall back towards her giving her free rein to his neck. His new lover took the hint and with his head in a new position started tracing the veins on his neck with her tongue. He bucked forward and the hand on his stomach flew down and pushed his hips into hers. He could feel his maleness engorging and wanted nothing more than to pile drive into the body that was behind him. She kept him invisibly tethered and he yearned to learn the secret so he could break the hold. Damn this women! His Juliet entwined her legs with his and ran her hands up and down his body fueling his already budding desire to the brink of eruption. He felt like his legs where braided with hers. She unwrapped he legs and pulled her legs back. “No,” Draco found himself saying to the stranger surprised to hear his voice sounding so desperate. He could almost feel her smile on his back.

Her hand flew to his boxers and she pulled them down slowly causing his cock to be pulled down with the elastic only to snap to attention when it was released from its cotton confines. She pushed them the rest of the way using her feet and he could feel her legs and feet rub themselves up and down the inside and outside of his muscular legs. Reaching down she placed her hand on his knee and slowly stalked her way up his toned leg until the reached the juncture of his groin and leg. Here she splayed her fingers into his luxurious blond curls. She just massaged him without actually touching his hard member that was pulsing with excitement at having her hand so close yet so far away. She inched her way closer and closer until her fingers were almost touching him. Instead of completing the route she diverted and wrapped her hand around his sack gently tugging and juggling it with the expertise of someone who had done it numerous times and knew how to get results quickly. She switched hands and soon Draco felt himself shaking slightly at the feel of these amazing hands working their magic on him. She slowly worked her fingertips around and over him, feeling his pre-cum dripping from the tip.

He pushed himself back into her pliable body and felt his dick enclosed by a soft, sweet, sticky hand. He was already raring to go and was afraid he wouldn’t be able to satisfy his playmate but she wouldn’t loosen her hold to allow the 180 turn required to face her head on. Not that I can. Damn her. She tightened her grip on his dick and started pumping faster using his pre-cum to moisten him. Oh dear Merlin. He heard a murmur behind him and without warning her hand was dripping wet with moisture. Shite. The other hand was working its magic on his ballocks and the sensations running through him where well worth not knowing who was offering this experience. He felt himself building up and started thrusting his pelvis into her hands. Faster and faster he pumped. She tightened her grip and matched her pumping to his thrusts. He felt himself building up and groaned loudly. As he climaxed he was blinded by a bright light. Reflexes kicked in and he reached his hands up to cover his face. He opened his eyes and saw his hands before him. I can move Draco thought, and saw light streaming onto his face from the partially opened drapes in his room. Draco sat up and turned around to look at the face of the woman who had made him cum so quickly and saw the mattress empty, his covers where in a complete disarray, and he could feel his boxers sticking to him. “Fuck!” he yelled as he fell back onto his pillows.

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