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Mudblood Fever and Lingerie	By : Tnteacups Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 36612 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the characters within. I am not, nor will not be making any money from 'Mudblood Fever and Lingerie.'

Chapter List
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Losing Control
A/N: Thanks so much to my editor the amazing Final Kitty (not on AFF) for working so hard with me to get the phrasing and intentions within this chapter just right. Still working out a few differences in opinion, so I might edit it later, but for now, please enjoy!
Hermione felt his arms around her, surprising her. It felt almost friendly, his face buried in her hair, his hand on her back. She wrapped her hands around his waist, comforting him.
“Comforting Malfoy?” It was surreal, the things he had said made perfect sense, but she’d never imagined him to actually feel so much. He’d been raised to hate her, and because he didn’t, he hated himself. He thought something was wrong with him, because he thought of her as something other than a lesser creature.
“There’s nothing wrong with you, Malfoy.” She said, returning his reassurance, feeling strange hugging her best friends’ worst enemy. Thinking of him as an actual person with emotions was hard to accept. Part of her was worried he was going to pull away and laugh scornfully, making fun of her for having feelings, proving for good that he was heartless.
She wasn’t expecting him to kiss her again, but he did. Tilting her head back and taking her lips with his warm mouth, he pulled her closer, pressing his body flush with hers, letting his hands travel to her lower back. His lips were rough against her own, scabbed from nervous biting. Gentle hands stroked her back, his voice soft as he whispered against her mouth.
“There’s nothing wrong with you, either.” Her heart was racing, his words countering every insult he’d thrown at her. She felt silly for how happy that simple phrase made her, how childishly hopeful that maybe he could change and never tease her again. She let him guide her to a desk, and lift her easily on top of it. Judging by the bulge pressing into her, his mind was going to the exact same place as hers.
“The door!” She gasped, finally freed from his lips, worry clouding her mind. He pulled one hand away, drawing his wand and aiming it at the door behind him.
“Colloportus…” He muttered, his face burying itself in her neck. She heard the lock click into place and Draco mutter the silencing spell from her collarbone before shoving his wand back in his pocket and setting his hand on her again.
He wasted no time teasing her this time, instead pulling her robe swiftly over her head, followed by her bra and his own robe, all convening on the floor in a pile. She wrapped her arms around his bare shoulders, easily accepting this encounter with Draco as real. The dungeon classroom had no windows, but the torches surrounding the room were lit, giving bare skin an amber glow as they tangled together.
Hermione wrapped her legs around his slim hips, pulling him against her in an intimate way. His hands grasped and pinched her breasts, making her gasp and flinch. She enjoyed the sensation but was shocked every time he gave a little twist to her nipple, or his teeth sank into her skin a little harder than anticipated.
“Draco…” She murmured, abandoning any pretense of formality or enmity. Nothing about the way he was rubbing against, biting, or touching her implied he cared who her parents were or what house she was in. He had let himself go, doing whatever he wanted with her willing body, and making her enjoy every caress and nip.
“Hermione, I need you…” He growled, his voice husky, holding onto a single, last shred of self-control – for her.
“Draco, please...” Hermione moaned, the feel of him through his boxers driving her mad with desire. She watched his restraint depart, fingers gripping tighter, teeth biting harder. He jerked her knickers from her hips in a single swipe and shoved them down her legs, lifting her out of the way with ease. She kicked her shoes off, hearing them thump to the floor, leaving her in only her knee-high stockings and desire-flushed skin, vulnerable to his scrutiny, and too lost in wanton weakness to care. His own boxers, socks, and shoes were quickly discarded, leaving his erection bobbing in the open air, free to take every liberty with her.
He pulled her to the very edge of the desk, and slicking his fingers over her opening, crouching down to taste her, making her groan and grab at his hair in an attempt to anchor herself. A sharp sting joined the pleasure, and her eyes shot open, just in time to witness him leave a matching bite mark on her opposite thigh. His fingers massaged her the whole time, turning the stinging bites into something good – and darkly enjoyable. His eyes roamed up her as his tongue delved deep into her sweet sex, making her squirm and avert her eyes.
“Look at me, Granger.” His words were clear as his fingers slid right inside her, his voice returning her eyes instantly back to his. She could feel her face burning as he watched her react to his fingers and tongue. He made her squirm until she started to tense, just a few strokes from orgasm.
“Don’t stop…” Hermione moaned, her hands holding his head in place. His fingers twisted inside her and he kept his tongue steady as she clutched his hair feverishly, hunching forward as he made her climax.
Her voice hitched as she writhed above him, her hips tilted and her toes curled inside her socks. She hoisted him up, roughly by his hair, kissing him breathlessly, lost in her own passion.

Draco pressed his erection against her opening as she kissed him, delighting in her responsive whimpers as he slowly filled her, swallowing every noise she made with his lips over hers. Making her cum had been entertaining, and he had felt elated watching her face twitch and contort as he pushed her over the edge. He couldn’t think as he thrust into her, her nails digging into his back, his teeth biting the tender flesh of her lip. She was moaning freely, frantically, her voice driving him crazy, his hands gripping her hips to keep her in place as he beat into her, relentless and greedy.
“Dra-co…” She panted his name, earning her a sharp nip to her neck. His breathing was fast, rhythmic, matching the pace of his hips. She was rocking against him, using her hold on his shoulders as leverage to move herself. The desk was scooting slowly across the floor, scraping noisily against the stones with every thrust.
He grasped her rump tighter, tilting back to cradle her against him. She was lighter than he’d imagined, gripping onto him with a squeal of worry as he carried her the few steps to the wall. He pressed her back against the cool stone building, making her shiver and jerk at the sudden shock, her chest pressing into his. He trapped her hips against the stones, bracing them both right next to the door. He picked up where he’d left off, burying his face in her neck to deliver a few bites as he thrust roughly into her. She growled, and he felt her teeth on his shoulder, biting him back, and letting one hand tug at his hair.
He could feel her orgasm rippling through her whole body as he pressed his entire torso to hers, her mouth left open as a satiated moan escaped supple lips. He came shortly afterwards, unable to resist her contracting muscles’ bliss. He shakily sank to the ground, letting her slide down the wall to rest in his arms as they regained their breath and dignity.
“That was amazing…” She panted, her forehead resting against his shoulder, her heated breath sweeping past his collarbone.
“I’m not done yet, just resting…” He teased, squeezing her close and lying back into the pile of robes, taking her with him. She wasn’t going to escape so easily this time; he was determined to keep her against him until he’d at least caught his breath.
“Can you even manage that again?” Hermione sounded incredulous, and he rolled his head to face her.
“Once I catch my breath, sure.” He said, grinning mischievously at her.
She grinned back, leaning up on her elbow. Draco squeezed her tightly as she lifted herself up.
“You’re not running away this time, Granger.” He intoned, his eyes holding every ounce of possessiveness he would ever deny.
“No, I’m not,” she agreed, reaching underneath her to pull his wand from a robe. “Your wand was poking me.”
“My wand has been poking you for the past twenty minutes.” He quipped, earning him a glare. He laughed, enjoying teasing her like this, his previous, distressing thoughts mended by her, his worries put on hold.

Hermione glared at him, his joke bawdy and callous. She refused to admit it was fairly accurate and a bit funny. His laughter was innocent, free of derision and aggression. His face when he laughed was beautiful. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched his eyes gleam with real humor, his mouth open in a pure, energetic smile.
“You’re much more attractive when you’re being nice…” She observed, realizing she’d never seen him smile or laugh like this before. Did he only show this side of himself to his friends? Were they friends now? He’d said he doubted this would happen again and proved himself almost instantly wrong. He seemed to have forgotten his previous desolate apprehensions, or at least decided to put them aside. She found his quick jump in emotions a bit dizzying, but found it easy in that moment to understand how he felt. His honest smile was rendering her own worries far-off, impossible to care about just then.
“You’re more attractive without your nose buried in a book.” He teased, his smile fading a bit, but remaining sincere and warm.
“Thanks so much.” She said sarcastically, dropping the wand to his other side and giving him a reproachful look.
“All right then. The books are attractive too.” He compromised teasingly, his playful grin spreading across his face, his fingers tickling her side as he slid them down to her thigh. She wasn’t sure how to react to this newly opened side of him, so she diverted her attention from his face, hiding her own petite smile. She let her gaze fall down his stomach, looking at his flaccid member. It was half the size and wrinkly, but as she stared at it, it twitched, filling in slightly.
“Care to see how long you last, Granger?” He challenged, his face holding more than just a spark of lust. He rolled on top of her before she could answer, kissing away her thoughts and leaving only him in her mind.
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