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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Two weeks, three days, six hours, nine minutes, and forty-seven seconds. Okay, so she really just made up that last number for dramatic effect; she didn't actually know how many seconds it had been. However, she was quite certain that it had been two weeks, three days, six hours, and nine minutes since that fateful night… Ahh, such a brilliant night it was… WHAT? No. No. NO! Hermione Granger! Such a bloody awful mistake of a night is what it was! I am going to lie to myself no matter what the consequences. There is absolutely no chance of a repeat! None. Zip. Nada. Zilch. Zero… Hermione's thesaurus-like thoughts were interrupted by her Floo. Ginny's head appeared in the green flames of her fireplace. "Hey there, my little minx," Ginny purred as she gave her a seductive wink. Hermione sighed. "Gin, could you please stop that. It's been two weeks, three days, and six hours, and nine minutes. You could really give it a rest." "Hermione Granger! I can't believe you have the most bloody wonderful shag of your life-scratch that—the three most bloody wonderful shags of your life, and you're moping around counting the minutes it's been! Have I taught you nothing?" she demanded. Hermione glared at her and drooped back onto her couch. She was beginning to regret telling Ginny about what happened that night. And by telling her what happened, she really meant telling her every waking detail. It's not as if she'd had much of a choice. Not only had Ginny managed to get her in a body bind on the floor. Oh no, she then proceeded to sit on her and threatened to drool on her face if she was not sated with 'every utter detail.' Thus, Hermione was forced to oblige. And now here she was, relentlessly battling her urges to hunt Draco Malfoy down and shag his brains—No! beat his brains until they were seeping out of his ears. He had seduced her! "Hermione! I know you can't stop thinking about Malfoy's rippling muscles and other large assets, but please try and pay attention when I'm talking to you." "I am NOT thinking about bloody Malfoy or his bloody assets!" "Right. Anyway, so you're going to be at Lavender's bachelorette party next week, correct?" "Err, right. I suppose." "Fabulous! Now I know your closet's a bit lacking in the skanktastic department, but I would, of course, love to help you out…" Hermione tuned Ginny's rambling out. Her mind was stuck in a loop ever since Ginny mentioned Malfoy's large asset. And good Merlin could he use it. She couldn't pry her thoughts away from it. I’ve never had such a bloody intense, earth-shaking orgasm in my life. And he certainly didn't stop after one. Oh no. Just when I thought I was completely spent and couldn't stay awake for another minute of shagging, he pushed his cock inside me again and took me to unexplored heights. She could imagine exactly the way his penis thrust in and out of her wetness. "Hermione! You're hopeless." "Sorry, Gin, I'm just a bit preoccupied… And frustrated." "Why don't you toss your shame out the window, go find your man toy, and demand that he shag you until you can't walk?" "That's just not my style, Gin, and you know that. It doesn't help that we've been enemies since the day we met. Then one day we happen to meet again, we end up having extraordinary sex. Even worse, now my brain won't stop thinking about it or him and I'm going bloody mad!" "Well he's obviously earned his reputation as 'Slytherin Sex God' well. But you know, if it were that amazing, he probably can't get his mind off of you either. I'm just saying that it's worth a shot to try and find him again." "I don't know Gin. I just don't know…" *_*_*_*_* "Ladies, I received a call saying there was a special someone here who needed a good hosing down," the sexy fireman declared. His jacket was unbuttoned so that his hard muscles, glistening with baby oil, could be clearly seen. He was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. "Right here Mr. Firefighter!" Ginny exclaimed as she waved her arms toward Lavender, who was sitting to her left, blushing furiously. "Well honey, you certainly are on fire," the fireman said as he strutted toward her. Lavender tried to hide her obvious embarrassment, but her effort was futile—Ginny would not have it. The fireman wrapped her legs around his torso, picked her up, and put her on the table. He spread her legs apart and began gyrating to the music in the club. The look of shock on Lavender's face was priceless. Ginny made her way over to Hermione and whispered, "I met him in a coffee shop yesterday. He was bloody gorgeous, so I struck up a conversation with him, only to discover he's a stripper! I told him that my friend was having a bachelorette party tonight and he agreed to come give her a rile if I'd go out with him this weekend." Hermione rolled her eyes. Typical Ginny. She’s a man magnet—it must be the red hair. By now the stripper was down to his shiny red thong and firefighter hat. He was running Lavender's hand up and down his body, going a bit lower with each stroke. Lavender had finally thrown her caution to the wind and was shrieking with delight. After he'd let her cop a good feel of his goods, he kissed her on the cheek and turned toward Hermione. Hermione's eyes widened as she tried to tell him not to, but before she could protest he had pushed her down into a chair and was giving her a lap dance. The girls cheered her on, but Hermione couldn't wipe the deer-in-headlights look off her face. Suddenly, the fireman turned to face her and discretely pulled a piece of parchment out of his thong. He slipped it into her cleavage, gave her a quick kiss, and left to satisfy the other hungry women. Hermione ran to the bathroom where she pulled out the parchment. Meet me at the coffee shop one block left of here. -DM Ohmigod. This cannot be happening. How does he know I'm here? After pondering it for a moment, she decided she was going to go, but only because she was going to give him a piece of her mind! He had seduced her! She was not some toy to be played with and cast aside after he got bored. She grabbed her purse from the table and told Ginny she wasn't feeling well, so she was going to turn in. Ginny huffed and puffed, but let her go in the end. She marched out of the club, holding her head high as she made her way to the coffee shop. As she expected, Draco Malfoy was sitting alone at a table in the corner of the shop. He looked up when she walked toward the table and flashed his sexy smirk. "Granger." "Listen here, Malfoy. What happened the other week was a mistake, and I am not some tart you can just call upon whenever you need a good shag! So don't be sending me messages via stripper thongs or following me around, expecting me to just want to shag you again!" "Oh, must you be a frigid bitch Granger? You and I both know that was the shag of your life. I bet you haven't been able to stop thinking about it for weeks." "Don't flatter yourself Malfoy." "Like I need to. I know what you're thinking. I know how you long for me. I know you imagine my thick cock pumping in and out of you when you finger yourself." By now their heated conversation was drawing attention from the coffee shop patrons. A few of their mouths were agape from Draco's last remark. "Malfoy! Shut up!" Hermione said in a low voice. "Embarrassed by your masturbation habits, Granger? I bet some of these good people can relate to your lack of sexual expression lately." "Ugh!" she exclaimed. Why is he doing this to me? Why is he so damn irresistible? Be strong, Hermione! Be strong! "How about we settle this with a little game? We can even go to your place, so you don't feel pressured." He looked at her seductively. "Game? What kind of game?" "You have to agree to play first." "Okay. But ONLY if we play at my place. And as soon as I beat your ferret ass, I will never have to be bothered by your ferret face ever again." She was NOT going to let Draco Malfoy charm her pants off again. Literally. Draco grinned. "Alright. And if I win, well… I think you know what the prize will involve." *_*_*_*_* What have I gotten myself into? Here she was, down to her skivvies, in her living room, getting schooled by Draco Malfoy at strip poker. She figured she had the edge here, being that it was a Muggle game and all. Plus there was the fact that she had always beaten him in school. How wrong she had been! Her reign of being better than Draco Malfoy at everything (well… except stupid things, like quidditch, of course) was dwindling. Draco had merely removed a sock, while she had lost her shirt, tank top, both socks, belt, pants, headband, watch, and earrings. "Four of a kind." Draco laid down his cards and Hermione groaned. "You're cheating! I know it. I have never been this awful at cards." "What do you have Granger?" "A pair of bloody twos." "Fantastic! Another piece of clothing, please. And it must be real clothing. I was generous with the jewelry, but I think it's quite apparent that I'm going to be victorious here." "No, I think you must take off your pants to prove to me that you're not stacking the deck." "Why, Granger! Aren't you one to get down to business." He started unbuttoning his pants. "NO! I mean, no," she exclaimed. That was a very dumb thing to say, Hermione. The goal here is to not shag him. "Granger, I've pretty much won. Why don't we just call it a game and get on with the prize." He winked at her. Hermione was lost. Her body longed for his touch, and his assets, as Ginny put it. But her brain kept saying, "No." He was just using her. She didn't like being used. "Malfoy, I told you I am not some hussy you can just have when you like." "Perhaps, I could have you when you would like too." "What the hell does that mean? Why would you even think I want you?" "You can quit pretending, Granger. I think we could develop a nice working relationship, if you know what I mean. You scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours." Hermione pondered this idea. What he was offering wasn't such a bad idea. Maybe I should actually consider this. But before she could analyze every angle of the proposal, he had pinned her on the floor and was kissing her furiously. All thoughts of games, prizes, and working relationships floated away. She worked her hands down to his pants and swiftly unzipped them. In a flash, he had moved her onto the couch. His throbbing cock was brushing against her thigh as he sucked on her breasts. She started moaning softly when he worked his fingers in between her folds. Just before she thought she would explode, she urged him back up with her arms and tried to guide his groin region near hers. He got the message and thrust deep inside of her, releasing a low growl at the feel of her. Soon, both of them were panting in ecstasy as he pounded inside of her. Hermione was on such a high that she couldn't form a coherent thought. All she knew was that this needed to be a regular part of her life. A regular part of her day, in fact. Draco lightly brushed the tip of his thumb over her clit to speed her orgasm. Her shudders and clamping around his member caused him to expel his seed with a gasp. After a few minutes, they had returned down to earth. Draco tried to pull out of her so that he could find his wand and clean up the mess, but she held him back. "I think we're going to have a nice working relationship," she said with a smirk that rivaled his own.
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