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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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By the by, MissPancake ROCKS MY TOE SOCKS. -I used to own all the toe socks. Anyone want to buy me a new pair so she can rock them?
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No one wants you when you have no heart and
I'm sitting pretty in my brand new scars and
You'll never know if you don't ever try again
So let's try
Let's try
Let's try
"Hallelujah" Panic at the Disco
No matter how long he tossed and turned in his bed, Draco Malfoy couldn't find the will to fall asleep. Every time his eyelids closed, she was there behind them. Every time he opened them to stare at the ceiling, he heard her speaking his name as she stared at the constellation above his pillow. Hermione Granger was some of the best and worst company to keep.
Saturday was only a few nights away now, but he couldn't help feeling as if he needed it to be now. Maybe, he thought idly, he needed her now. But he had promised 'just dinner'. His groin twitched as if to argue with him and he felt the blood leave his head when he thought of the last time it had been just them, alone, with all of his jealousy and frustration mucking about his callous heart. He cared about her. He knew that. But he also knew he wasn't doing a great job of keeping Tori at arm's length either. It was hard to do that when the last half of the decade had been spent courting her. Now he had Hermione Granger in his sights and of course there was Astoria, destroying any hope of future happiness he had.
Damn her. And her womanly curves. Stupid temptress. Astoria didn't really want him, he knew that. She was just trying to remind him of what he had lost. It was a game she played very well.
But Hermione wasn't about games, was she? She was curious, inquisitive, and wanted to get down to the point of it, just like him. So why, when he had throwing the 'B' word around, she hadn't taken the bait? Did she not want them to be in a relationship? Should he be thinking about a relationship at all? Cane was out to destroy him and everyone he loved - no, cared about. That was the better choice of words. Care about, Draco. You don't love Hermione.
But you have love for her.
You care about her safety, her wellbeing. You want her to be happy, no matter what the outcome is for you. Have you ever felt that way, even for Astoria? Tori was a beautiful woman, yes, and she was what you needed when you felt as if no one else would look at you. But you've always been selfish, taking stock in your own feelings above her own. Can you say the same for Granger?
Love is something reserved for time. I can't be in love with anyone, can I? But still… fifteen years… there's bound to be some thicker feelings there…
He sat upright in his bed, the aching between his legs growing with each memory of her. "Fuck sakes…" He jerked his legs over the bed, pulled out a bit of parchment from his nightstand, and began to write.
'My dearest Granger.'
No. That would never do. He crumpled the paper, tossed it in the corner, and pulled out another.
'Granger.'
Nope.
'Hermione.' Oh yes, that one was much better, 'Have I caught you while you're sleeping?' Well, that was idiotic. If he had caught her while she was sleeping, she wouldn't be much up for reading a note from him. Bollocks, he just need to be around her, not write an inspiring sonnet or dreary note. Damn it. If Tori wasn't there, he'd be sneaking into Granger's house to pull her undergarments off of her and tell her all of the naughty things he wanted to do to her right now.
That's when the idea came to him. Notes… yes… he rather liked the idea. He hadn't done a two-way parchment spell in quite a while. He pulled out two parchments and set to work. When he finished, he took off towards the owlry for Archimedes.
Hermione heard the tap-tap-tap on her window as it stirred her from her sleep. Groggily, she sat up from the couch, pulled off the scratchy blanket that she had draped around herself to read her book, and padded over in her pajamas to the kitchen window. Archimedes hooted gleefully at her.
"Shh…" She told him as she opened the window and offered her arm out. He landed carefully on it and rubbed against her shoulder with his feathered face. "Aww, thank you. Did you miss me?" She whispered. The owl hooted quietly. "I take it Draco can't sleep. Would you like some worms? I picked some up at the tackle shop the other day just for you." Archimedes hooted louder. "Shh! You'll wake the witch." She sat the beautiful owl on the counter and went over to the fridge to pull out her cup of worms. She grabbed up a bowl, poured them into it and sat them in front of the owl. "May I have the letter?" Archimedes hooted quietly as it offered out its leg. "Thank you." She unrolled the parchment and saw two words scribbled across the top.
'Hello, Hermione.'
"That's it?" She looked all around the paper for more, but nothing else was written. "He made you fly all the way here for this? I'm going to have to get that man a phone so he can learn to text." She found a pencil on the table and scribbled back, 'Hello, Draco.' She was about to fold the paper back up when she watched Draco's first words fade away into the paper, and new writing appeared below hers.
'Oh good. You got my letter.'
She raised an eyebrow. A note spell? The last time she had participated in an adolescent spell like this, Ron had passed her spelled parchment in between classes to discuss answers on the next Potions exam. Well, she thought, this would be almost exactly like texting. At least Archimedes wouldn't have to fly around all night just to satisfy his owner.
'What do you want, Draco?' She wrote, attempting her best handwriting. Her letters faded away before his faded into view.
'You.'
A blush crawled over her cheeks.
'Excuse me?'
'I can't sleep. Come over.'
She sighed. 'I can't. Astoria would notice if I left in the middle of the evening.'
'So?'
Yes, so? 'We have work tomorrow.'
'And yet you're up.'
'Yes, well. You woke me.'
'Even more of a reason to come over.'
Her heart fluttered. 'You don't want me to do that.'
'I do.'
'And what would happen if I did?'
His reply was written sloppily for his usual plumed handwriting. It took a moment for the words to show.
'Do you really want me to answer that?'
This felt oddly familiar. Like when she had taught Ronald how to use a cell phone and he had sent those risky pictures… Oh lord. Was this… wizard sexting? Surely not. Draco was just emotional. He just didn't want to be alone. But she wasn't that daft. Even thinking the theory felt idiotic. A rush of excitement washed over her. She hadn't felt this this childish in such a long time, and it thrilled her.
'Well, go on. If you're not scared.'
She could almost see his smirk behind her eyelids as she waited for his reply.
Go on? Did she really just say that? Oh, what a bad girl she was indeed.
Draco thought about it. What would he do to her if he had her all to himself tonight? Assuming she was willing.
'Well, I'd start by telling you how beautiful you look.'
'You don't even know what I look like right now.'
'I don't need to see you to know how you look.' But… 'What are you wearing?'
There was a sudden rush of heat to Hermione's lower abdomen. She didn't know why she was feeling so tingly when he had asked such a somewhat innocent question. Perhaps it was because she could hear the way he would ask it, so soft and commanding. She imagined his warm breath brushing against her ear as his lips tickled her skin. She imagined him planting firm kisses along the pulse in her neck.
Then she looked down to her worn out Ninja Turtles sweatshirt and pajama shorts. Well, that wasn't sexy at all, was it?
'A smile.'
Yes. That would do it.
Her answer was coy, and he chuckled to himself. 'Well, I know for a fact how stunning you wear one of those.' He decided to get daring. 'What are you doing right this moment?'
He waited. 'Sitting at my kitchen table. Feeding your bird.'
He smirked. 'Are you completely alone?'
There was a pause. 'Yes.' Good.
'I want you to spread your legs wide. Can you do that for me?'
He felt himself twitch in his pajama bottoms. This kind of interaction was new to him - he couldn't believe he hadn't ever tried this before! Imagining Hermione Granger sitting at her kitchen table in the dark obeying his every order was simply scrumptious.
Her reply was quick. 'Alright.'
'Good girl.' He waited a moment before adding, 'Now imagine me behind you. Imagine the back of the chair was me. Imagine me kissing down your neck. Do you feel me there?'
The handwriting was shaky as she replied, 'Yes, Draco. I feel you.'
'Where are my hands?'
'On my legs.'
Yes… he kept his writing hand on his quill as his other trailed down to his lap, brushing against the fabric separating him from his cock. 'My hand trails up your thigh, slowly. My fingernails scrape against your skin. You're so wet me for me, aren't you, love?' He could imagine how she felt under his touch the last time, so soft and warm. His fingers brushed under the waistband of his pants, imagining it was her hand.
'This isn't fair.'
'What isn't?'
'You're teasing me.'
'Of course. That's what this is. But no one said you weren't allowed to touch yourself.'
He waited for what seemed like forever before she replied. 'What if I get caught?'
He chuckled. 'You won't. Touch yourself, Hermione. Hands outside of your pajamas, now. Just imagine your hand is my own. Where is it?'
'On my thigh.'
This was like Christmas morning. 'Move it higher. Imagine my fingers slipping up your stomach to caress one of your tits. Touch yourself. Make your nipples hard for me.'
His fingers slipped all the way under his pajamas as he caressed his firm cock. He gripped the head, giving it a gentle stroke.
'Are they hard for me?'
'Yes.'
'What would you do if you were here?'
He waited patiently for her response. 'I'd kiss you.' Well, yes, of course she would. He'd need to coax the minx out of her.
'Where would you kiss me?'
'Your lips. Neck. Shoulder. Your mark.' His fingers clenched around himself as he grew even more aroused. He didn't know that was even possible. He gave himself a few good strokes.
'Does that turn you on, love?' There was thrill out of the thought that Hermione Granger was hot and heavy for the darkness within him. No one else would even look past it, but she… she'd stare right into the sun, wouldn't she, if it meant to understand it? He knew he should be disgusted with himself, but the temptation there was too great. It reeled him in.
'I don't know.' He could imagine the nervousness with which she wrote. He grew tepid.
'It's alright if it does' he wrote, 'Light always needs the darkness, just as the night needs the day. And without the light, there would be an awful lot of dark.' It surprised him how profound his statement was, but it also made his lust grow stronger. If she was in any way attracted to the darkness in him, he wanted to know it. Needed to know that it was worth something.
'What are you doing right now?' she asked.
'Sitting at my desk. Touching myself to the thought of you.' He wished he could whisper it in her ear to hear her muted moan. He slid his hand to the base and back up to the head, imagining her wet tongue doing naughty things to the shaft. Merlin, this need in him was too great. 'Come over.'
'No.'
'Why not?'
'I've told you.'
'You don't want me to bend you over my study desk and make you scream my name over and over until you soak my cock with your cum?'
He forced himself to not jerk himself off right then and there. No. He needed to convince her to come - either physically here or physically in her kitchen chair.
Three words popped up on the parchment. 'I'd love that.'
He grinned to himself. 'Then why do you fight it? Let me pleasure you.'
'There's a war going on, Draco. We hardly have time to…' She scribbled the words out, because thick lines slashed across the letters. 'What am I to you?'
His stared at the words. He had asked her these words not too long ago and he remembered how hollow the word 'friend' rang in his ears. He couldn't refer to her as a friend. Because she wasn't just that. She was so much more. Carefully, he set the quill to the paper at the same time that he withdrew his hand from his pajama bottoms. He needed to be delicate. She was as fierce as she was timid. One wrong way in either direction could ultimately shatter the balance. So he asked himself; what was she to him?
'I thought you wanted to talk about this on Saturday.'
'I thought I did too.'
'You're not very good at this sexual taunting you know.'
'I am when I know where I stand with someone.'
He felt his arousal slipping. 'Yes, well, whose fault is that?'
He imagined her sighing. Lips parted. And just like that, his erection was ready again. Merlin, if he didn't get some relief soon… 'I'll be there soon.'
He blinked at the words for a few moments, surprised. Crumpling the paper up and tossing it in the corner with the others, he dashed out of the room and down the staircase. He found her in the den, standing with her hands folded across her stomach, wearing some frumpy shirt and pajama shorts that barely covered her. Not quite what he imagined when he thought of her in his head, but the allure was still there. He knew there was no point in trying to cover up his hard on. So he stood there, hands at his sides, his chest heaving up and down from bounding down the stairs. Against the pale light of the fireplace, she reminded him of the Irish goddess Aine in his ancient lore books his mother had read him as a child. He remembered the words well. 'So beautiful was the goddess of the sun, that Aine could take a man's heart and his very breath from.'
"Draco," she whispered, and a tear fell down her face.
Oh, Merlin. Now he had made the goddess cry. "Now what have I done?" he asked irritably.
"Nothing." She stepped across the room and slipped her hands around his neck. "Nothing." And then she kissed him. He could taste the salt from her tears, and the frustration on her tongue. When she broke away, she hugged him. "You frighten me."
He slipped his arms around her, relishing in the way her body fit perfectly to his. "I know I do."
"Then why do I…?" she whispered.
He smirked, sliding his hands down until the rested just at the base of her spine. "I'm not entirely sure of that myself." He traced delicate designs along her back, tucking his fingers under her shirt to feel her warm skin. She shivered. "But I like you, Hermione. I think… I always have, deep down."
"Where do we go from here?"
"Where would you like to go?"
Her lips brushed against his collarbone. "To your bedroom."
He kissed her atop the forehead as his ego inflated. "Yeah, alright." He took her by the hand and led her up the stairs, glancing back at her every few moments to make sure she wasn't going to tuck tail and run. When she didn't and they arrived to his bedroom door, he stopped to kiss her along her jaw, then down her neck, and finally trailing back up to her lips. "If you come in this bedroom, you're making a decision for yourself," he told her, reaching down to grab one of her ass cheeks. He tried to fight back his animalistic urges long enough to make a point. "Do you understand? If you decide to step through this door, you're mine. And I'm yours. And that's all there is to it."
Chocolate eyes found icy silver. He could read her expression a mile away; she was frightened. He stroked her cheek, planting kiss after delicate kiss along her lips to assure her: he wasn't going anywhere. "What… what if you…" She whispered, and her voice became raspy as she fought back tears. "What if you die too?"
Had this been what had been holding her back? After everything she obviously felt for him, was this the question that had forced her into pushing them further away each day? He searched her face for any indication that this wasn't it, but no. There it was. This is where her fear had stemmed from. After fighting it for all that time, she had finally come to terms with what had been hiding there all along. It wasn't his darkness that frightened her. It was hers. The loss she had felt day to day with each passing moment without her husband by her side. Would Astoria ever have mourned him this way, he wondered, should the tables have been turned? He doubted it.
He cracked a smile, relief filling his core. "I'm too stubborn to die, Hermione. Don't you know that by now?"
A tear slipped down her cheek, and she brushed it away irritably. "You think I would…" she whispered, laughing quietly. "You are very stubborn."
"So are you," he replied, "We make a fine pair."
"But what about your wife?"
"My ex-wife?"
"You're only just out of your marriage and I… I don't want to stand in the way… should you decide…"
"Should I decide what? To go back to Astoria?" He scoffed. "Tori has no love for me. Not really. She'll never forgive me for lying to her. And if that's the kind of wife she'd want to be, I wouldn't take her back for all of the stars in the sky. Hermione, do you really not understand my feelings for you?" He reached back and turned the handle of his door. "Let me show you."
Hermione's eyes pried away from his, glancing to his bedroom. The stars bewitched on the ceiling twinkled back to him in her eyes. She sighed, wiped a few more tears away, and nodded slowly. "Alright, Draco. Show me."
He reached out and took her hand, leading her past the threshold of his door and over to the chase lounge, where he sat her down and fell to his knees at her feet. She watched him, eyes half-lidded, as he took the fabric of her shirt between his fingers and slipped it over her stomach. He watched her raise her arms, allowing him to slide the shirt over her head and expose her exquisite breasts into his line of vision. Her pert nipples begged for attention, but he controlled himself as he leaned forward and kissed her along her collarbone, drawing the moment out. Her hands found his hair, gripping tight enough to make him bite along her skin in response. He was trying so desperately to be good - to show her his care instead of his aggression, but she wasn't helping the situation. Heatedly, he reached up to her arms and brought them back down to her sides. "Now, now," he purred. "Hands to yourself, Miss Granger."
She sighed, her eyes heavy. He knew she was struggling, but Hell, so was he. "Yes, Mister Malfoy."
Oh good God. His cock jumped in response. No. He must be strong willed…
Draco's lips found her body again, this time nibbling at her shoulder. She moaned, her head falling back to rest against the chaise lounge as her legs spread further apart. He smirked, trailing his tongue down, down until he found the object of his desire; an exposed, begging tit just waiting to be sucked. He flicked his tongue across her pebbled nipple, earning a gasp. Merlin, if that gasp didn't want to make him cum right then and there. He slipped his lips over the flesh, then his teeth, rolling it between them gently to hear her moan. And oh did she ever. He scooped her tiny breast into his mouth, suckling, teasing her with his tongue until she bucked her hips absently.
Smirking, Draco released her breast from his lips to kiss down her stomach, one hand pushing a thigh out further to spread her while the other went to her other lonely breast and pinched. She hissed between her teeth, but her legs went wider still, until she whispered, "Please, Draco."
"Up on your feet then," he told her, scooting back on his knees as she found her footing to stand. He dipped his tongue into the curve of her belly button as his hands went to work jerking down her shorts and underwear. They fell to her ankles, leaving her completely exposed to him like the sexual deity she had always been deep down inside. He guided one of her legs over his shoulder, and then the other, kissing her stomach as he stood, Hermione in tow. Her fingers found his hair again, but he rather enjoyed the way she pulled at it as he scooted her closer to his face with his hands along her glorious backside to lift her. Then he flicked his tongue out and tasted the beautiful bud between her legs, making her arch her back and moan.
"Oh good God," Hermione whispered.
Draco lapped at her wet and willing clit, glancing up between tastes to watch her under the stars in his bedroom as she gripped at her breasts in response. Yes, just as beautiful as the goddess Aine. He carried her over to the bed and tossed her back, making her squeal in surprise as her body fell back against the satin sheets. Draco took no time in climbing on the bed and nestling his face between her legs again, tongue tracing intricate designs. She tasted like sex and inhibition and strawberries and escape. He wanted to get lost in her, to forget everything as he lapped at her juices. He could hear her moan above him. Good. He wanted her to enjoy every single moment of him cherishing her body.
Her knees found their way over his shoulders again, angling her up into his mouth. He loved it, suckling at her clit before flicking his tongue quickly and eliciting a gentle groan.
"Need… you…" she whimpered.
Draco didn't need to be told twice. He gave her swollen bud a sensual kiss before trailing hot, heavy kisses up her abdomen, her breasts, her neck, and finally to her lips, where he dipped his tongue in and offered her a taste of herself. By her reaction, she found it very arousing. Draco leaned up, resting an arm beside her so he could stare into her eyes.
Her face was flushed, her lips were swollen, and she was panting feverishly. It was all he had ever wanted. He brushed his cock against her thigh as he rolled his hips. "What do you want, Hermione?"
"You," she whispered.
"Who do you belong to?"
"You."
"That's right." He kissed her passionately. "And who do I belong to?" He had never belonged to anyone, not even Astoria, before now. But there was a burning in him that could only be tamed by one word. And he needed her to say it.
"Me." She came to life in that moment, tugging him closer to plant kiss after kiss to his lips. "You belong to me, Draco." She reached down between them and slipped her fingers around his dick, making his eyes squeeze shut. Pleasure washed over him. He pressed against her sweet wetness, and she did the rest, positioning him until all he had to do was fall. And he did. In the moment he slipped into her, Draco Malfoy fell hard and heavy for Hermione Granger. It wasn't just in the way she fit around him like she was tailored specifically for his cock. It wasn't just in the way she kissed him, filling him up with light and heart. It was all the things that made her unique; her laugh, her sigh, her moan, her smile, her scowl, and her heart.
And damn it if Draco Malfoy didn't want to own that too.
Hermione sighed into his ear. "You feel… so good…" Her fingers dug into his back, making him slam into her harder than he had intended, but she didn't seem to mind. In fact, she moaned out a stream of obscenities, followed by a purr that sounded like, "Again."
He smirked, obliging as he slipped out of her and drove back in again, skin slapping against skin. Hermione all but screamed, arching her chest into his and dragging her nails down his spine. "Like that?" he chuckled.
"Yes… Draco, like that…"
He imitated his movement a few more times before burying his face into her soft curls and holding himself within her. It took everything in him not to fill her up with his cum. Merlin, the things her body was doing to his… "Ride me," he whispered, rolling her over with his cock still inside of her until she sat atop him, breasts glistening under the faux starlight. "Show me what you can do with my cock."
Hermione blinked timidly at him, but did not need much more prompting. She sat upright, extending an arm out to press against his chest as she lifted herself up and then slammed back down on him. Draco felt his entire world shift. All that mattered was the way her wet, warm lips between her thighs took in every inch of his throbbing member. He let an arm reach up and grasp at one of her breasts, but she swatted it away. He glanced up at her, irritable.
"Now, now," she teased, her voice sensual and snarky. "Hands to yourself, Mister Malfoy."
He smirked up at her, enjoying the feeling of being told what to do. He slipped his arms behind his head and said, "Yes, Miss Granger."
And there she rode him, sometimes quickly, letting her breasts bob up and down like a show; other times slowly, leaning forward so she could brush them against his lips, where he would attempt to slip one into his mouth before she jerked away. Her pelvis ground against his when she would ride him slow and he would relish in the sheer slip and slide of it all. He felt his body growing close to coming and he leaned up to kiss her. "Miss Granger," he whispered to her, "I'm going to need you to come for me. Think you can manage that?"
She groaned as he thrust up into her. "Ye-Yes. Just… do that."
"What? This?" He repeated the motion slowly. Hermione all but fell apart, wrapping her arms around him as she rode him for dear life. Draco moved in time with her hips, feeling his own orgasm growing once again, and just as he thought he couldn't hold out any longer, he felt her tighten around him as she moaned into his ear. "Good girl, Hermione. What a good girl you are…" He continued to thrust, riding out her orgasm until he came as well. There, cradled in his lap, Draco held Hermione, pulling her chest to chest with him as he began to kiss anywhere he could. He eventually found her lips, kissing her slow and delicate. Her eyes fluttered open and found his.
"Mine," he told her.
"Yours." She nodded. "And mine."
BOOM. LEMON. Oh, did I forget to mention that?
Again, thank you MissPancake for editing my terrible mistakes.
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