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How To Train Your Auror	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7512 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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LEMON ALERT! LEMON ALERT! IF YOu ARE A-SEXUAL OR DON'T ENJOY LEMONS, JUST AVOID THIS CHAPTER, I GUESS?
And aren't you gonna tell me what comes next,
Or am I just supposed to know?
Do I make my own decisions here,
Or am I under your control?
Cause I could go on for days,
Just crazy about it, oh,
And it's startin' to getcha now,
Oooh now you're comfortable,"
It's like a skydive,
Or gettin' high,
The kinda feeling could just kill ya,
"WTF" by OK Go
"What am I to you?"
He didn't know why he had asked it. He wasn't sure why he wanted- no, needed to know so badly. Maybe it was the news that she would be courting Diggle again that drove him. Maybe it was the way she looked in that dress, so alluring and yet so innocent that made his emotions gnash their teeth like a bridled horse. He was trying so hard to pull them back in, but they were wild, unbroken, and they wouldn't be shackled any longer.
"You're a friend."
A friend, yes. Fifteen years of knowing someone could do that to you, even if you didn't want it. A friend that was there through the worst situations; death, divorce, mourning.
"Is that all?"
He could live with it if it was, but the look in her eye that was jaded with alcohol's kiss told him differently. And he was a single man now. He could notice those kind of things.
"I trust you. You'd never hurt me."
"No. I wouldn't." Not emotionally, anyways. He couldn't guarantee his body wouldn't attempt to make her scream if it got its way. "Go on."
"You're just a friend."
Yes, at this exact moment, he was just that. He knew he had no business trying to seduce her with his touch -he was just a broken man after all. His heart hurt, his head ached with alcohol, and his stomach was unsettled by the way she tore her eyes from him. But it was that unsettling feeling that told him that yes, he did actually care about her in a way more than what he had ever intended. He wasn't sure why it was so strong tonight, but he didn't want to dwell on it. Everything was so up in the air- this might be the only time to act on these feelings before it all came crashing down. He wanted her to know that she was more than a pawn to him. She was more than beautiful skin and sultry eyes to be used for the seduction of -gag- Gregory Diggle. She was his Granger.
Possessiveness took him over.
"What's your favorite color, Granger?"
Red. Of course it was red. Ever the true Gryffindor.
"And your birthday? When is it?"
Just three months after his.
"Favorite dessert?"
So he could surprise her with it later.
"Why are you asking me all these questions?"
Oh, this was priceless. He could feel her shiver under his touch. Yes, she did want him. She just was fighting it. But they were both adults, weren't they? Why would she fight something that they both clearly wanted?
"Because I'm a friend." He knew he couldn't hold out much longer. Not if she didn't stop quivering under his fingers. Merlin, he just wanted to taste her again. Would she like that? Would she fight or concede? He didn't want to piss her off, so he felt it out, brushing his lips against hers. And oh, yes. She did like that, didn't she? ""And because I thought it prudent to know you a bit more before…" Hook.
"Be-before…?" Line.
"Before you beg, of course." Sink.
He lost control, driving her up against the counter with a destructive kiss that stole the breath out of both of them. His fingers slipped up into her hair, tugging it at the nape of the neck, forcing her to groan into his mouth as their tongues collided. The need consumed both of them, and he was surprised when she pushed herself up onto the counter to sit, yanking him in further, pressed chest to chest as their tongues battled for dominance. She tasted like wine and punch-drunk lust, and it was heavenly.
Her legs wrapped instinctively around his middle, taking away all distance between them and positioning him right where he had fantasized about for the last week; being trapped between Hermione's long, silky legs with his erection so dangerously close to her warm, wanting…
"I don't do this," she whispered between kisses, tugging at the bottom of his long sleeved shirt to bring it over his head. He let her, sliding out of it and watching it be tossed to the floor before bringing his eyes back up to hers. The black ink of his tattoo contrasted against his pale skin, drawing attention. The atmosphere changed drastically between them as he watched her eyes fall on it. There wasn't just lust scattered about -there was a dark, fluttering heat that washed over him when she reached out and scraped her nails against the skull. "I really don't do this…"
"Do you want to stop?" he asked.
Her nails traced down the snake. "No." She pulled her hand away and brought it up to his cheek. "No, I don't want to stop."
When he kissed her again, it was gentle. He needed her to know something, he just wasn't sure what it was yet. Her hands slipped around his neck, and his hands found their way underneath her legs, scooping her up into his fingers. He lifted her up off of the counter, hands sliding further up until he was cupping her ass to hold her in place. The dress really was a nuisance, but he ignored it, carrying her out of the kitchen as he trailed kiss after delicate kiss down her jaw, ear, and neck. She groaned softly as he shoved her up against the nearest wall, hands still firmly gripping her sensational backside. He took his time bunching the silk material of her dress up her thighs, settling his pelvis between her legs to prop her up against the wall. It rubbed his erection against the soft material of her panties, but he told himself he'd get to that momentarily. He wanted to draw this out as long as he could.
He nibbled on her earlobe, eliciting a timid gasp. "Yes…" she whispered. He couldn't help but smirk.
"You like a bit of pain, Hermione?" he murmured into her hair, brushing his lips right up against her ear. "What do you want? Do you want me to ravish you? Do you want me to pull your hair? Bite you? Tell me what you want done, I'll do it."
"Mmh…" Her fingers down the base of his neck before sliding back up into his hair. "Whatever you want." Her eyes were closed. Her mouth was parted. She was completely under his control.
"That's a dangerous request," he taunted her as he dug his nails into her delectable ass. She yipped in response, but her eyes still stayed closed. She was shy. Wasn't that adorable? "Are you sure?"
She bit down on her lower lip, and her eyes fluttered open temporarily. "Either get on with it or go take a cold shower." Her voice was teasing, and she kissed him lightly. "I'm sure."
A shower… yes, he rather liked the idea of that. The cogs in Draco's mind began to work as he set her delicately on the ground and fixed the skirting of her dress. Hermione looked positively baffled when he withdrew his lips from hers and gave a lengthy stretch. "A shower then. Which way is your bathroom? This way?"
"What?" She blinked. It was everything he wanted out of a reaction. Her body was shaking, her cheeks were flustered, and the lust in her eyes could not be hidden. She wanted it. He'd just need to get her to say it.
"You said I could either get on with it or take a cold shower." His smirk was prominent. "Is it in your bedroom?"
"Wh-what about… what we were doing?" She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.
"Oh. That?" He chewed his lower lip seductively. "You haven't begged yet, love." With a playful wink he sauntered off in the direction of her bedroom, kicking off his shoes, his socks, and finally, as he reached the door, he let his trousers fall to his ankles, the buckle clanking as it hit the floor. Her eyes widened as he stood there in just his underwear, allowing her to rake in the sight of him. "You coming?"
Hermione couldn't believe what she was doing as she followed him into her bedroom, the darkness slipping over them like the attraction that had consumed them. She didn't know why she needed this so damn bad, but she wasn't about to let the moment escape her. It had been nearly a year since Ron's death, and it had weighed heavily on her for so long… but in Draco's arms, suddenly she had felt free again. She felt beautiful, and sinful, and filled with attraction she didn't know she could feel for someone after her loss.
She misplaced him for a moment, until she heard the shower turn on from her bathroom, and she saw the light under the door. Oh God. This was it, wasn't it? She could leave right now, if she wanted, and she didn't have to take this any farther. But behind her eyelids, all she could see was Draco. Her feet carried her to the bathroom, and she opened it to find him already in her shower, curtains drawn, but his silhouette still hung in the backdrop like a strip tease.
"Draco?" she squeaked out, and he pried the shower curtains open, only covering his most private of areas as he smirked at her.
"Hermione." He cocked an eyebrow. "Join me?"
She nodded, taking in a deep breath. He shut the curtain once more, allowing her the time she needed to find her courage. She reached back to the loops of her dress, heart stammering, her entire core filled with warmth. She undid each loop carefully, her courage growing with each tug of a button dislodged. The dress fell to the floor with a small whoosh. She shimmied out of her underwear, took in a very deep breath, and padded her way to the shower. She pulled it open slightly, slipped a leg over the edge, and climbed in.
Hot steam rose up around her, but it didn't take away from the fact that there was a very attractive, naked man standing in her shower with his backside to her. Oh Lord, his back rippled with muscles as he ran his fingers through his white-blonde tresses. Her eyes trailed lower, and she felt the blush creep on her cheeks as she stared at his round, taut ass. She gulped, turned to leave, stopped herself, and then reached out and touched his arm. He turned around, startling her, but she relaxed as soon as she saw his silver eyes meet hers. "Hello," he whispered. His voice was lower, gravely.
"Hi." Her fingers were still on his arm, and he noticed, allowing his eyes to leave hers to trail down over the curve of her breasts and the roundness of her hips before they trailed back up and over to her arm. It just so happened to be the one marked with the distasteful word. He noticed her apprehension and tugged her arm up to his lips, kissing over each letter. "You." M. "Are." U. "Beautiful." D. "Intelligent." B. "Brave." L. "Sexy." O. "Kind." O. "Mine." D.
With a jerk, he spun her around and pulled her to him, pressing his chest up against her back, letting his lips rest in the crook of her neck. "Do you know what I do to things that are mine, Hermione?"
Her name on his lips was like a prayer. She wished he would pray to her all night. She got brave, finding her voice as she whispered over her shoulder, "What do you do?"
His erection pressed against the top of her bum, hard and ready and wanting. "I play with them. Do you want me to play with you?"
Oh, yes please. She nodded, closing her eyes as she let his hand slip up her stomach until it cupped one of her breasts. His fingers tweaked her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and index finger. "Ah." She gasped, biting down on her lip. He tugged at it, hardening it, making it pebble before he slid his wet, hot hand over to the other breast and did the same damn thing. This one he played with a bit rougher, testing her to see what she could handle. And she wanted to handle whatever he could dish out. So she backed up further into him, grinding her ass against his length and moaning softly. "Yes."
"Like this?" He repeated the motion, earning a squeal of delight. "Oh, Hermione. You're such a bad girl, aren't you?"
"So bad."
"You want to be punished."
"Yes."
"Beg me for it," he whispered against her cheek, digging his nails into the soft flesh of her breast. Her head fell back against him, and her eyes fluttered open. She wanted to defy him -it was the competitive nature of her, but her the throbbing between her legs took precedence over everything else. She needed him to touch her, to ravish her, to take her. She needed to beg him.
"H-How do you want me to beg?"
"Say please."
"Please."
"Please, Draco."
"Please, Draco," she moaned as he smacked her ass hard. "I need you to punish me."
"I know you do." He bit down harshly on her neck, right at the base near her shoulder. "And I will. But first, you need to beg me properly."
"That wasn't sufficient?" She turned her body towards him, full of concern and frustration. What more could he possibly want from her? The chuckle from his throat tickled her ears.
"If you really want to convince me, I think you'll need to make a compelling case." He kissed her, slow and sultry, before he pulled away and slid her hand over the hard muscle between his legs. Oh good God, he was rock hard. The skin was warm and silky smooth, and the head twitched in her palm as she rubbed her fingers over the length. He was a good measurement, she noted timidly, and his girth was thick enough for her to imagine what it would be like inside her. She found herself licking her lips, the sexual prowlress in her crawling out of the depths of her soul to settle between his legs as she fell to her knees. He hissed a breath, anticipating her.
"Like this?" she whispered against him before she flicked her tongue out and swirled it playfully around the head. She looked up to watch him as his head fell back and his eyes closed. His hand reached out and fisted a good bit of her hair, encouraging her to part her lips to take him in. He tasted like salt and skin and sin and heaven. She loved it. Her mouth slipped around him, fitting him, tightening to leave no room but her wet tongue and soft lips. He groaned, his toes curling beneath her, and she went all the way down to the base of his fleshy cock, face buried in blonde curls as it hit the back of her throat.
"Merlin, fucking Jesus Christ…" Draco hissed through his teeth.
Hermione held it there a moment, drawing out the moment, before she slid her mouth all the way down to the tip again and licked the precum. "Did that convince you?" she asked huskily. It took him a few moments to come to his senses (no pun intended) and glance down to her.
"Where the Hell did you learn to do a thing like that?"
"You didn't like it?" She frowned.
"Oh, I never said that." He pointed a finger at her, running his other hand through his hair. "Son of a… holy… You most certainly are a bad girl, indeed." He pulled her back up to her feet and slammed her hard against the wall. "I'm thoroughly convinced, Miss Granger." He slid his hand down her stomach, stopping to rest just above the crease between her thighs. His other arm braced her across the collar bone, pinning her. He rubbed his nose against hers. "I feel as though I should return the favor."
Hermione waited, eyes half-lidded in eagerness as he slipped his fingers between her legs and finally touched the place that practically yearned for him. His middle finger slipped between her folds as his thumb found a comfortable place against her clit.
"So wet…" he noted, tracing his middle finger around her entrance but not allowing her the relief of slipping it in just yet. He flicked it forward, trailing along her slit, teasing. "Beg me, Hermione."
"Please Draco." She moved to kiss him but he backed his head away just out of her reach. It was painfully sinister. "I'm begging you… You can do whatever you'd like to me… just…"
"Just…? Just what?"
"Just make me come," she breathed, closing her eyes. He didn't need any more cueing. He pressed his sure finger into her and made her gasp. He took his time, slowly pushing, testing the waters, until he was all the way inside. Oh God did she like it. And then he curled his finger, searching for the spot to make her cry out while his thumb traced tiny circles along her clitoris. Hermione's knees all but buckled under the feeling of his sure hand at work. It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for, and she whimpered in ecstasy. "Yes… Mmmh.. Fu-u-ck…"
He slipped his finger out and back in, hitting the spot instantly this time. Hermione's hips bucked forward to meet his finger, and he began to kiss her neck as he inserted as second finger, filling her up more until she felt her mouth fall open.
"Draco…" she whispered into the hot, steamy shower air. "Yes.. ah… yes, Draco, like that…"
His fingers worked at a steady pace, neither going to slow or putting too much pressure. And just when she thought the moment couldn't get any sexier, he started whispering filthy things into her ear.
"Fuck, Hermione… do you know how sexy you sound?... Moan for me… yes… good girl… you're such a good girl now, aren't you?... You'd do anything to have me inside you… mmmm…fuck my fingers like the good little slut you are… I want to taste you… would you like me to taste you?"
"Y-Yes…!"
And suddenly he had dropped to his knees and his tongue was on her and -OH! Wow. That felt amazing. "Fuck… Draco…"
"You're going to come for me," he breathed against her aching bud. "Aren't you, Hermione?"
"Yes… oh yes…" She grasped his hair as his tongue dove onto her, wet and warm and… "Oh fuck!" She clenched up, her toes curling, and she came, wave after wave of pleasure washing over her like holy water. He lapped at her, riding her out until she was spent, and then withdrew his fingers from her. He stood, smirking, and without warning shoved them into her mouth to make her taste herself. The act was as hot as it was thrilling, and Hermione suckled on his fingers until she licked them clean. Draco kissed her roughly, forcing her to taste herself. It was all so seductive that she moaned into his mouth.
"Hermione," he whispered, pulling her off against the wall and into his arms. She stared up at him, post orgasm lust still gleaming in her eyes. "I… I can't… I need…"
She knew what he meant, and she nodded in understanding. She pulled a leg up around his waist, eyes set in his, and nodded. Her arms draped around his neck. Draco gripped her hips tight, shortening the distance between them before his hand slid down to his throbbing cock and slammed into her like a hand in a fitted glove.
Hermione's head fell back.
Draco's eyes closed.
They were in perfect unison, both of their bodies intertwined, confiding in each other in the most intimate of ways- because sometimes, when all the world is swallowing you whole, and you don't know where to turn, you can lose yourself in someone else. Which is exactly what they did.
Draco rolled his hips, slipping out of her to the tip, opening his eyes and gripping her hair to force her forward to look at him before slamming back in. Hermione bit back a loud moan, but he wouldn't have any of it. He gripped her up by her legs like he had when he had carried her in the kitchen and pressed her back into the wall, gentler this time. The water was turning lukewarm, but neither of them cared. He showered her neck in kiss after kiss as he moved in and out of her. Hermione raked her nails down his back, earning a tempered moan from him against the crook of her neck.
"Fuck…" He licked up her neck and bit her earlobe. "Wanna make you… scream…"
His thrusts became rougher, tugging one leg up above his shoulder and then the other, gripping her backside to support her as he drove into her. Hermione cried out, lost in the pain and the pleasure, unsure of which felt better. She arched her back, pressing her breasts into his face. Draco slipped one into his mouth and she all but lost it, coming undone at the seams, and before she knew what was happening he was rocking her into another orgasm while she screamed at the top of her lungs. He buried his head into her shoulder, panting, driving home before he came as well, lost in a slur of incoherent words.
Hermione's nails dug into the back of his skull. Draco's legs shook beneath him. He looked up to her, lost in his own primal orgasm, mouth parted and eyes heavy. "Fuck," he whispered before leaning forward and kissing her. He set her down on the floor, and Hermione found that she couldn't stand, so she just sort of slumped against wall awkwardly while he reached over to turn the shower off. He crouched down beside her, slipped into the spot next to her, and wrapped an arm around her. Hermione, her heart leaping in her chest, leaned into his touch and placed a cheek on his shoulder.
"That was…" she whispered.
"Yeah…" he replied.
They both laughed in the echoing hall of the shower.
She wasn't sure what there was to say. Was there anything, really, to say? But leave it to Draco to find something to break the ice.
"So… was that better than Diggle's tiny cock?"
She elbowed him in the ribcage, and he coughed. She found her legs tingling, and with unsure footing she pulled herself up and stepped out of the shower. She retrieved two towels from the cabinet, handed one to Draco (who had followed her lead and stepped out of the shower as well.) He smiled to her as he took it. The question looming on both of their minds; where did they go from here?
"Thanks…" He rubbed the towel over his wet hair.
"Thank you." She smirked.
"Oh, you're quite welcome."
They both laughed, still high off each other.
"So…" Hermione began to towel dry her damp curls. "…I think I'm going to skip over all of the awkward small talk, if that's alright with you, and just get down to it. Do you want to stay the night?"
His eyes lit up like Christmas lights. "To skip all of the small talk, as you put it- Yes. I'd damn well expect to."
I hope that was everything you wanted out of their first time. So much room for more lemon-y goodness. Didn't want them to do EVERYTHING in one chapter, right?
Please let me know what you thought?
Will update soon.
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