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Take it Off and Keep it Off	By : SweetandSour246 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 10659 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione’s heart was pounding relentlessly in her ears. I can’t believe I’m up on stage doing this! She and Ginny were down to the bare minimum now—which happened to be a lacy black bra adorned with tiny pink flowers and matching knickers that were cut midway on their bums. They were also wearing black stockings that were attached to their knickers. They reached their final pose, facing backward. Ginny quickly removed her bra and cast it out into the audience, while turning her head ever so slightly to grin mischievously toward the hungry onlookers. The girls were swiftly shuffled offstage after the lights had dimmed again. Ginny turned to smirk at Hermione, but her smile quickly faded. “Bloody hell, Hermione, that was definitely not as horrific as that pained expression on your face says!” Hermione’s flabbergasted look didn’t fade. “Did you see who was sitting in the front row? Oh, dear Merlin! What are we going to do?” “I didn’t really ever glance at the front row. The tall bloke toward the bar caught my eye, if you know what I mean.” Ginny wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “Ginny! This is no time for fun and games! We have to figure out an escape plan!” “The only place I plan on escaping to is to the bathroom with the aforementioned bloke. I don’t know where you think you’re running off to, Hermione Granger, but I will simply not have it! What is it that you’re so worked up about?” “Draco Malfoy, Ferret Prince, and his Italian crony were right in the front row! I can’t believe Malfoy saw me taking off my clothes. As if he didn’t have enough insults to throw at me, now I’ve practically loaded the gun and aimed for him! Oh this is so humiliating, Ginny! I can’t believe I let you talk me into this… So irresponsible!” “Now, Hermione, I thought you were supposed to be the brightest witch of our age! Do you honestly think Malfoy would be caught dead in a Muggle strip club? He’d probably prefer another round of bouncing like a ferret down the Hogwarts corridors!” Hermione thought for a moment. Ginny did have a point. Why the hell would Malfoy be in a Muggle club? But could she really be mistaken? It looked exactly like him. *_*_*_*_* “No bloody way,” Blaise whispered to him. Draco couldn’t bring himself to respond. This is like watching a horrid accident in slow motion. A bloody beautiful horrid accident. No. NO! This was Hermione Granger, Mudblood Extraordinaire. He could NOT be enjoying this. Absolutely not. “All those seemingly sweet and innocent years at Hogwarts… Who would’ve guessed?” Blaise continued, looking over at Draco this time. “Well, I’ll be damned. Draco Malfoy has been rendered speechless by a couple of naughty, Gryffindor schoolgirls,” he chastised. “Shut it, Zabini. I can’t decide whether I should make a break for the door or hunt her down and shag her senseless as soon as she steps a toe off that stage.” “Which one?” “Granger, of course. You know I don’t do redheads.” “Perfect, because I most definitely will do bloody gorgeous redheads like that one,” he motioned toward the stage. “I think I’m going to head for the hills while I still can.” “Come on, mate! I know you used to fantasize about her back at Hogwarts. I saw what you were really studying during all those hours in the library.” “Alright, Zabini. I admit I thought about snatching those books out of her hands, ripping her clothes off, and bending her over a library table a few times. Okay, maybe a thousand times. But my father would’ve been sure to have made a special trip to Hogwarts to Avada my ass the second he found out.” “Mate, we’re passed that now. Your dad is where he belongs—six feet under. She’s a beautiful witch. She looks like she needs to be shagged senseless by a man who really knows what he’s doing.” Draco eyed his “Stallion” friend. He was right. She needed a good shagging. Probably a few good shaggings. And this happened to be Draco Malfoy’s specialty… *_*_*_*_* Hermione threw on her coat and grabbed her purse. She wasn’t taking any chances with this Malfoy person, whether it really was him or not. She started for the door, when suddenly there was a knock. She looked at Ginny. “Um, why is someone knocking on our dressing room door?” “Open the bloody door and find out, Hermione. It’s not as if I’ve invited anyone back here.” Okay, that was a lie. She had managed to slip into the crowd and find the suspected Malfoy, while Hermione was ranting and raving about her ‘humiliation’. After a rather awkward greeting (which was made even more awkward with Zabini’s blatant ogling), she’d told him that Hermione was in a bit of a dry spell and needed a tune up. He’d smirked and said he could probably manage a minor repair. Hermione opened the door and found the bartender standing there with a martini. A vodka martini, in fact. “The Bond wannabe sent this for you, lady,” the bartender said as he shoved the glass in her face. “Huh? The Bond wannabe? Who? And what is this? A vodka martini? I hate vodka martinis!” “The blond bloke out there bought this for you. He’s apparently into vodka martinis, shaken not stirred, of course. So here ya go. Please, just take it, lady. I’m only the messenger.” “Blonde bloke?! Merlin, Ginny! It couldn’t be Malfoy, could it? Oh, the nerve of him! I don’t even like vodka!” The bartender closed the door to escape the ranting woman, and went back to find the blonde guy. “All taken care of, sir.” Draco slipped him a hundred dollar bill for a tip. “Holy shit, man. Thank you! Although, I do think you should know that she hates vodka martinis. At least that’s what she said when I gave it to her.” What?! Oh, fuck. He took a minute to recalculate his strategy. “That’s fine. It’s not the drink she’s going to be interested in anyhow,” Draco retorted, keeping his usual, smooth tone. The barkeep left, and he turned to Blaise. “Well, that was useless,” he said. “Well, mate, it looks like you’ll have to rely upon your seduction sk…” Blaise’s sentence drifted off as his eyes grew wide. “What?” Draco said. He turned to see what Blaise was staring at, when he was suddenly splashed in the face with nothing other than a vodka martini. He sputtered as he tried to open his burning eyes. “What. The. Bloody. Hell. Draco Malfoy! You think you can just send me some crappy drink, that I don’t even like, to loosen me up? So you can get into my knickers, eh? Well, I’ve got something to tell you, Mr. Malfoy. I HATE vodka martinis almost as much as I HATE snotty ferret boys!” “Bloody hell, Granger, it’s nice to see you too!” he said sarcastically. “Do you have any idea how much this shirt cost? Probably not, since you never seemed have an ounce of fashion sense. I bet your girlfriend over there had to pick this out for you.” “What? Why are you even here, Malfoy? This is a Muggle club. Last time I checked, you hated any and everything Muggle.” “I’d rather not discuss the circumstances that led to my being at this place.” “I can’t believe Ginny talked me into this. I knew something like this would happen!” By now Ginny and Blaise had disappeared into the darkness of the club, and the manager had made his way over to the arguing pair. “I’m going to have to ask you two to take this outside please. You’re disturbing the other performances.” Hermione gave a loud “Hrmmmmph!” and stomped out the door with Draco arrogantly striding behind her. As soon as they were out the door, Draco had her pinned against the wall of the building and was exploring the inside of her mouth with his tongue. She was completely caught off guard and couldn’t even protest. Is this really happening? Draco Malfoy is kissing me! Intruding into my mouth! Although it doesn’t really feel very intruding. More like glorious. Did I just think that? Merlin, help me! Within seconds, she’d succumbed to his sensual lips and was moaning softly. “I knew you’d see things clearly out here, Granger,” Draco growled as he made his way down her neck with his lips, pausing slightly to suck and bite a particularly sensitive spot. She only moaned in response. Her arms began to roam his taut body as he fondled her breast over her bra. Draco ceased his assault on her neck to look up and make sure there were no Muggles watching. “Hold on tight,” he whispered as he side-along Apparated the pair into the bedroom of his London flat. Resuming his previous position, he slowly walked her backward and kissed her until she fell on top of the bed. Wandlessly, he magicked their clothes off. Clothing removal was, of course, the first wandless spell he’d mastered. He began with her breasts. He kissed them furiously with his mouth and licked and bit her nipples. She arched her chest up in response, and he grinned inwardly. He had her right where he wanted her. He made his way down her abdomen and finally to the top of her sacred place. She moaned something unintelligible and urged him down further. “What was that, pet?” Draco murmured. “Please, Malfoy, please,” she whined. He obliged her first with his fingers, tracing the outside of her folds lightly and gradually making his way inside. The moment he plunged two fingers deep inside her, a scream escaped from her lips. She hadn’t had contact like this in far too long. Nor had she realized how badly she needed this. She was going to go insane without a release. To peak her pleasure, he began to suck her clit, biting down lightly every so often. Minutes later, she was thrashing about and panting as her orgasm flooded over her, sending vibrations through her body. As her high began to ware off, he licked his way back up her body, only to be pushed onto his back. She ran her hands over his chest and down to his stiff cock. It was practically begging for attention. Her forwardness aroused him more than she could imagine. He let out a gasp as her mouth covered the tip of his cock and sucked lightly at his apex. She dipped her head further down his shaft and began pumping up and down rhythmically. After a few strokes, she would take time to trace her tongue under the head of his shaft, driving him wild. He had to force her off him, in order to not come right there in her mouth. He got off the bed and pushed her against the wall, lifting her up so that her heated entrance was positioned perfectly at the tip of his penis. With one fluid motion, he sheathed himself inside of her. Merlin she’s tight. He wasn’t going to last long inside her, but thankfully she seemed to be on the verge of a release as well. She began to pant, while he grumbled curses under his breath. Soon, she began to shudder once again. He grabbed her thighs harder, pumped in and out a few more times, and released his seed inside her throbbing cunt. He walked over to the bed to set her down and picked up his wand from the pocket of his discarded pants. She appeared to be on the verge of passing out, so he made his way to the bathroom to get himself together. When he emerged a few minutes later, she was laying on her side, eyeing his nude body suggestively. “I hope you’re ready for the next round. I’m certainly not done with you,” he growled. A sexy smirk crept over her mouth. He made a mental note to thank Blaise for dragging him to that ridiculous Muggle club.
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