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Closer	By : katatonic Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 10356 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“What does that mean?” Pansy asked. “Bryony, how do you feel?”
She nervously felt her sister’s face, looking for some kind of sign of damage.
“I… I feel fine… but weird.”
Rebecca nodded.
“Like something’s off,” she confirmed.
Ginny performed a quick diagnostic spell and turned to Hermione.
“They’re fine,” she said with a sigh of relief and sent the message long to Harry. “He says to wait here.”
Hermione filled Rebecca in on the happenings of the past week while Pansy chattered nervously, telling Bryony anything that crossed her mind. When she started talking about her ex-boyfriend’s lacking bedroom skills, Draco called the conversation to a halt and they waited in silence for Harry and Ron.
They finally appeared, covered in soot from the Headmistress’s fireplace. The room watched them expectantly while they wiped the grime from their robes. Harry looked up and startled.
“Oh! Right. Fera’s out cold. Nothing can wake her up. Padma is going to check her into St. Mungo’s and we’ll know more later. The current theory is that her magic sensed the loss of her pack and is protecting her by keeping her asleep.”
The way he ended that sentence with a flippant shrug told Hermione that she wouldn’t learn anything more until she talked to Padma.
“Who cares?” Ron snorted and gave Ginny a heavy slap on the back in lieu of a proper greeting. “Good riddance, I say.”
Pansy nodded vehemently but Hermione spoke.
“Don’t you think it’s sad? I mean, she was crazy, of course, but she was just lonely. I’m not saying I support her methods, but what good is a wolf without a pack?”
Draco slid his arm around her waist and kissed the top of her head. He was constantly shocked by her compassion.
“So what now?” he asked Harry.
“Nothing,” he said with a relieved sigh. “It’s over. Fera’s in Ministry custody; the girls are fine.”
“I say we celebrate,” Pansy said with a devious grin. “Draco, is your apartment available tonight?”
He shrugged noncommittally and Ginny squealed and clapped her hands.
“Let’s go to Hogsmeade and get supplies!”
Pansy, Ginny and Bryony scurried off while Hermione and Rebecca rolled their eyes.
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Hermione walked over to Draco’s door and felt the heavy bass vibrate in her bones. She pulled down the hem of her dress. Pansy and Ginny told her wear the sexiest thing she owned, which was the most ridiculous request Hermione had ever heard. She settled on a knee-length strapless dress with a sweetheart neckline. The black fabric shimmered when she walked, which is why she bought the dress in the first place. With a pair of simple black heels and a quick application of makeup, she was out the door in ten minutes.
“Hello, Hermione,” Luna said from down the hall. She was wearing a lilac dress that set off her bright blue eyes nicely. “You look nice.”
“Thanks, Luna. You do, too! Your dress matches your ring,” Hermione commented and the girls hesitated a moment before opening the door. “A party thrown by Ginny alone is usually a bumping-and-grinding mess… but adding Pansy’s influence to that…” Hermione trailed off.
They stepped through the threshold and gasped. The living room was transformed into a large dance floor, decorated with red and black lights that flickered with the beat of the music. There was an entire bar set up in Draco’s small kitchen, complete with a bartending elf.
“Hermione!” Ginny slurred. “What are you wearing? Is that the sexiest thing you own?”
Harry tried to quiet her, but Ginny made her way to Hermione and swished her wand. Hermione’s dress shortened and tightened. She tried to pull it down, but it seemed to get shorter under her touch.
“It’s charmed,” Pansy said with a smirk. “The more you fiddle with it, the more revealing it will get. Came up with that one myself.”
Hermione glared at the plotters and looked around for Draco. Instead, she saw Ron and Lavender snogging in a corner, Dean flirting salaciously with a Slytherin who was in their year at school, and Harry guzzling down a liberal shot of Firewhisky.
“Who are all these people?” Hermione asked Ginny, who just laughed and shrugged.
“I invited my friends; Pansy invited hers. Looks like a school reunion for Gryffindors and Slytherins,” she commented with a giggle then headed towards Harry.
Hermione turned back towards Luna, but she had already dragged Neville out in the crowd on the dance floor. With a smile, she headed over to the bar and ordered a drink. She leaned forward on her elbows and watched the elf make her cocktail with a flourish. He looked happy, she noted, and vowed to ask Pansy if he was going to be paid. As soon as that thought flitted into her mind, a hard body pressed up against her bum. She realized with a flush that she was posing quite scandalously, with her arse in the air in her newly tarted up dress. Hermione knew it was Draco- she recognized his scent- and decided to have a little fun. She grinded back against him and laughed when he grunted. She stood up straight to knock back her drink, and he pressed himself flush against her.
“You should know I have a boyfriend,” she said over her shoulder.
“Do you?” he asked, his amusement clear in his voice. “And how would he feel about you rubbing up against some bloke at the bar?”
“Hmm.” Hermione pretended to consider this with another twist of her hips. She felt him harden a bit and his hands came up to circle her waist. “I think he feels pretty good about it.”
He gripped her hips a little tighter and rubbed himself against her. Hermione dropped her head against his chest and bit back a moan. Draco’s soft lips pressed butterfly kisses across her exposed shoulder, and when he reached the end of her arm, he flipped her around and kissed her soundly on the mouth. His large hand wrapped around the back of her neck and she clutched at his shirt, above his belt.
“So this boyfriend lets you dress like this in public?” Draco asked when he released her mouth.
“My boyfriend doesn’t let me do anything,” she answered with a snort. “He knows I make my own decisions. But as a matter of fact, this pathetic piece of fabric wasn’t my original outfit. Ginny found me.”
Draco laughed.
“I’ll have to buy her a fruit basket,” he said and slid his hands down her backside to grab her arse. She wiggled a little under his grasp, inadvertently rubbing her chest against his.
“I think this is going to be a fun night,” Draco said dryly and led her out to the dance floor.
“I don’t really dance,” Hermione called to him, the heavy beat of the music flooding her ears.
“What if I promise that you’ll like it?” Draco yelled back and raised his eyebrows in a challenge.
They made their way through the bodies of their former classmates, occasionally waving hello. The fact that no one spared them a second glance made Hermione pledge to thank Pansy and Ginny. Perhaps it would be a fun night after all.
The music changed into a slower, but still pounding dance beat and Draco pulled Hermione to him, arse first. The resumed their position from earlier and Hermione gave an experimental swirl of her hips to the beat. Draco smiled into her neck.
“I told you,” he whispered in her ear and encouraged her to move.
By the end of the song, Hermione was full of confidence. No one was paying them any attention; everyone too preoccupied in their own dance partners. She was a little tipsy from her drink and completely drunk off Draco’s low groans and whispers. She raised her arm to loop behind his neck and grinded against him a little more forcefully. His cock was growing harder with her movement and her body temperature was quickly rising. Hermione gasped a little when Draco splayed a hand across her stomach, his pinky finger dangerously close to her mound. He sucked her earlobe into his mouth and dragged his teeth along the sensitive skin. She felt a gush of wetness from her pussy and turned herself around to kiss him. Draco immediately latched onto her mouth, biting at her bottom lip then soothing it with his tongue. His hands gripped her arse tightly, pulling her in to rub his cock against her stomach.
“Merlin,” she murmured into his mouth.
“Hermione!” a shrill voice called and she looked over to see Ginny waving her over to the bar.
“Ginny,” she said and Draco grunted, keeping his lips working against hers. When his mouth moved down to her neck, Hermione’s eyes fell closed. She moved her body in time with his kisses, completely ignoring the beat of the music. His hands were kneading her arse and she decided there wasn’t a single thing Ginny could say that could tear her away from Draco in that moment.
Someone tapped her shoulder and thrust a shot glass into her hand. Hermione pulled away from Draco for a second to see Harry grinning at her.
“Ginny was going to bring it herself, but I figured I’d spare you the comments.”
He handed another glass to Draco and turned away from the couple to head back to his nosy wife.
“Cheers,” Draco said and tipped back the burning drink. Hermione did the same, and their empty glasses vanished into the air.
“Cool,” she commented and pulled Draco’s mouth back to hers. He tasted like Firewhisky and sin, and she was going to explode if they didn’t go somewhere more private soon.
“Draco,” she hummed when he flexed his fingers into the fleshy skin of her bum. “Your room.”
“Can’t,” he mumbled and attempted to resume his assault on her mouth. “Pansy’s in there with some Gryffindor.”
“My room,” she answered and dragged him toward the door. When it closed behind them, Draco pushed her back against it, suckling his way down her neck. Hermione began to unbutton his shirt, tracing her fingers down the pale skin of his chest. Draco reached the tops of her breasts that were unceremoniously pushed up thanks to Ginny’s handiwork. He nibbled at the soft skin, leaving little red bite marks in his path. Hermione pushed at his shoulders, sending him back-first against the wall outside of her flat. She opened up his shirt and licked her way down his stomach, stopping at his trousers to unbuckle his belt.
Draco pushed her a few steps backwards and they half-walked, half-kissed to her front door. With a wave of his wand, the door flew open and the couple stumbled inside, leaving a bewildered and unseen classmate in the hall.
They made it to Hermione’s bed and Draco tossed her down onto the soft mattress. He leaned over her and pulled her dress down, revealing her Slytherin green strapless bra. Hermione tugged at his zipper and pulled his pants down. She immediately reached her hand into his shorts and gripped his cock. Draco dropped his head and groaned before unclasping her bra and tossing it across the room. He mouth worked at her breasts while he slid her knickers down and plunged a finger inside of her. Hermione arched underneath him at the sudden intrusion and mewled when he curled his finger to press wonderfully against her. Draco added another finger, and Hermione slid her fist up and down his hard cock. He pulled her hand away with his free hand, pinned her arms above her head and slithered down the length of her body.
He bit down on her inner thigh and Hermione gave a little shriek of both arousal and surprise. His tongue parted her swollen, glistening lips and circled her clit. He kept his fingers pumping inside of her and gently sucked her clit into his mouth. Hermione moaned, deep and throaty, at the combination. Her muscles tightened, her orgasm hitting her suddenly and she cried out for Draco. He shed his shorts and climbed back up her body, leaving a hot trail of kisses up her torso. She moaned when she tasted herself on his lips when they met for another sensual kiss. Draco plunged into her and grunted as her pussy gripped him. He thrust into her while his tongue fucked her mouth. Hermione was already on edge from her first orgasm, and when she began to shudder and moan underneath him, he pulled out of her.
Before she could cry out in frustration, Draco flipped Hermione on her back and pulled her up on her hands and knees. He sunk back into her heat and she trembled.
“Fuck!” she cried out.
Draco kissed her spine and watched goose bumps spread across her skin. His fingers were digging into the skin around her hips, pulling her body into his. Hermione began to push herself back onto his cock, impaling herself again and again. As she slammed back against his thighs, Draco began to lose his pace as his climax began to lurch through his body. He reached around Hermione and gave her clit a pinch. She tightened around him, triggering his orgasm. He grunted and groaned, trying to keep a good pace for her. When she cried out one last time and her pussy squeezed him like a vice, he let go and spurted into her.
“Hermione,” he moaned as his seed coated her walls. “Oh fuck, I love you.”
Hermione collapsed onto the bed with one final cry and Draco followed, carefully rolling off to the side. She curled into him and kissed him chastely.
“I love you too,” she murmured and they drifted off to sleep.
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To say that the breakfast table was subdued the next morning would be an understatement. Ginny groaned into a steaming mug of black coffee while Harry rubbed his temples. Lavender and Ron were slumped over each other, practically asleep on the table. Pansy was lip-locked with Dean Thomas, uncaring that students were starting to gawk and point. Neville and Luna seemed perfectly fine, but Hermione spotted a tinge of green on Luna’s face when breakfast appeared. She and Draco barely drank the night before, so they had no hangovers to nurse. Draco munched contentedly at his bagel while Hermione buttered a piece of toast.
“Don’t look so bloody happy,” Ron grumbled at Draco and threw a pastry at his head. He missed terribly, but Draco still glowered at him. Hermione got his attention by placing her hand delicately on his knee and squeezing gently.
“Hey,” she said, a little unsure after their post-coital declarations the previous night. Draco looked at her and kissed her.
“I meant it,” he said, his voice lowered so only she could hear. Hermione smiled radiantly and kissed him again.
“I did too.”
They finished their breakfast in content silence, occasionally looking at each other and grinning. When the owl post arrived, Hermione was surprised that a copy of the Daily Prophet landed on their table. She inhaled sharply when she saw the cover: a picture of her and Draco snogging furiously outside her apartment, with the title “War Heroine Finds Love in Former Death Eater!”
“Oh god,” she muttered when she watched her picture-self move down Draco’s torso before he pulled her up for a passionate kiss. She quickly searched for an author’s name and slammed her head on the table when she found it.
“Who the fuck is Parvati Patil?” Draco growled.
Ron and Ginny fought over the paper, both trying to catch a look at the amorous couple’s photograph.
“Damn, Hermione,” Ginny said approvingly. “That’s hot.”
Harry laughed and tried to comfort his friend.
“It’s not that big of a deal. Now you don’t have to worry about telling people.”
“He’s got a point,” Draco said and Hermione lifted her head to meet his gaze. His eyes were warm and reassuring, so Hermione sighed and leaned her head against his shoulder.
“Listen, Hermione,” Luna said and began to read aloud.
“Sources say the couple became closer after a werewolf problem shook Hogwarts to its very core. However, this begs the question: will the couple remain close? Journalist Parvati Patil, promising to keep a watchful eye on our new favorite lovers.”
The table laughed and Draco put his arm around Hermione. She smiled up at him and their lips met in a soft kiss.
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