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The Spy Game	By : kstargal Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 8717 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione ducked down the nearest break in the corridore wall, almost stumbling as she spun around the corner. Draco, hot on her heels - pushed her along. Sparks of power tore chunks from the wall as they passed; making plaster rain down around them as they ran. Malfoy Manor was taking a beating.

Hermione dragged Draco forward until they had a clear place to crouch and take stock of their position. Breathing hard, she looked up into Draco’s frowning face. She knew in all certainty, he wasn’t going to be able to hold his thoughts to himself. Although – when had he ever? Ignoring what was coming for a few seconds more; Hermione aimed the wand into the vast hallway and sent off a shockwave. She hoped it was enough to give them time to find a better place to hide.

“Granger, of all the cock-ups you could possibly do on a mission; you chose to do that. I must say, I’m bloody impressed with the situation you’ve gotten us into, bloody impressed.” He was still scowling; making small lines appear on his forehead; which she in no way found adorable. She figured what he was trying to say was ‘he wasn’t impressed’.

Hermione glared up at Draco - ignoring the need to yell at him heartily. It was much harder to bottle up she realised, than to have let loose with a tirade. A tirade he would have only smirked at. Seriously, it wasn’t her fault the wand she managed to command had a mind of its own. The other two wands wouldn’t obey any spells at all, the last one worked – sort of. It managed to heal her – which was a bonus. Although deciding to let out a stream of sparkles just as they snuck up on Timothy’s guards; may not have been the wands finest hour.

A masculine yell from further down the hall stopped Hermione’s thoughts, galvanising her into motion once more. The guards were just getting warmed up – they needed to hide.

Hermione and Draco ran down another five hallways over two different levels, before halting in-front of a huge black door. She shivered; having no idea where she was in Malfoy Manor – well, Timothy’s Manor now she guessed.

“In here.” Draco pulled her into one of the biggest rooms she’d ever stood inside. It took Hermione a few seconds to figure out it was a bedroom – the space was that immense. It could have housed all of the Gryffindor girls from years one to seven - comfortably.

“My God. What an absolutely pretentious room. Who in their right mind could live in a maudlin environment like this? It must have been depressing to wake up each morning.” Hermione looked in mild distaste at the monstrous wall hanging, which depicted scenes of murder and mayhem. “Classy.”

Draco’s terse cough made her spin around to look at him. A steely expression graced his proud face. “This was my room.”

Hermione’s mouth dropped open into a small ‘o’. Crap – not again. She really shouldn’t be so flippant with what she said in regards to the Manor. Hermione was digging herself into a big hole she wasn’t sure she could get out of. She’d already offended Draco by mentioning how ghastly the drapes were in the sitting room; his mother had apparently loved them. Mind you, she did get tangled up in their moth-eaten embrace as she tried climbing through the window. She thought she would suffocate.

“Sorry.” She managed to say, before he could explode with indignation. He nodded once in acquiescence. Hermione tried and failed at holding what she really thought in. “But, you have to admit - it is atrocious.”

Draco’s eyes narrowed as he watched her a second, she smiled sheepishly in return. She had to have the last word, it would get her killed – she knew it. Shaking his head, Draco pointed behind her.

“Through there. We need to lay low for half an hour or so.” Draco headed for the monolithic hanging. Prising a corner from the wall, she saw there was a small hidden alcove behind it. It looked cramped and more than a little uncomfortable. What was it with Malfoy and tight spaces? She mentally slapped herself for the imagery that thought presented.

“Malfoy.” Hermione hissed at his back. “We both can’t fit in there.”

Draco turned; sardonically raising one eyebrow. “Oh, I know for a fact, Granger; two people can fit quite nicely.” He then winked at her whilst a smirk transformed his face from handsome to sexy in seconds.

Oh Merlin, he had brought women back here - to this very niche. It was obvious he’d once used it to have his wicked way with them. A spike of arousal speared her stomach from the knowledge she would soon be squashed in Draco’s secret teenage lair with him. She was going to hell; just from her lust induced thoughts – that much was certain.

He slid in first, and when she hesitated as to how exactly she was to fit; he reached out a hand and pulled her in. It was roomier than she first thought, but not by much. A small shelf carved into the stone allowed Draco to half sit and recline back against the wall. But, this proved a problem for her. The only place left to stand was between his legs, almost pressed chest to chest with him. She stood awkwardly for a second, trying not to think of anything at all. The reason - their lips were too close.

Hermione began to squirm uncomfortably; trying to find a good position. One which wouldn’t make her cramp; or think of Draco’s mouth. Suddenly his hands slapped down onto her buttocks, making her jolt still. It was dark and she couldn’t quite capture his expression. She wriggled more to get him to remove his hands. Their current position was making her think of things not related to their mission. It was also making her warm in all the wrong places. Hermione was barely holding onto her self-control.

“Granger.” His voice was husky and strained. “I’m warning you to cease and desist all movement, unless you want a hard lesson on correct niche behaviour.”

It took all of three seconds for Hermione to work out exactly why she wasn’t allowed to move. When she did; her face flamed red and her stomach pulsed in excitement. Was Malfoy really admitting that having her body against his, made him hard? Just to check; she rubbed herself against him - one more time.

A moan started deep in the back of his throat, it was the sexiest admission to lust she had ever heard. The darkness gave Hermione more than her usual courage, and she pushed onto him again. The feel of his entire semi-hard length pressed against her upper thighs was delicious. The alcove didn’t allow her what she really craved though; to rub her wetness against him - unhindered.

It was driving her mad – this insatiable need to screw Malfoy. She’d had enough. It was time to take control of it, and if the only control she could gain was by being reckless – so be it. Logic could take a backseat for once.

His breath rushed out against her cheek as she leant in towards him. Her lips captured his in a blazing wet need; as the word ‘crazy’ reverberated through her mind. The feelings racing through her surprised her in their intensity. They were telling Hermione she had waited an age for this moment – she had denied herself for too long.

There - she admitted it, finally. She wanted him – she wanted him bad. She also wanted him naked and sweaty. Her sensibilities had finally had enough of playing the right part. What better way to shed her inhibitions than with Draco Malfoy, one of the most wanted wizards in England? And by Merlin, did she want him too.

She left his hot wet lips, chasing small open mouthed kisses to his ear. His hands tightened on her arse, making her groan in appreciation. It was something Hermione discovered she enjoyed – immensely. Her small tongue flicked out as she ran it over the shell of his ear. His breath hitched and she grinned. Trailing her warm mouth down onto his neck, he moaned in lust, so she licked lower. Hermione soon discovered seconds later; the piece of skin just above his collar bone was almost as sensitive as his cock appeared to be.

“Granger.” Draco groaned unbelievingly against her ear. “For somebody that despises everything I am – you sure have a funny way of showing your displeasure.”

“Are you complaining?” She let her tongue wander across to his other side. His grip tightened again, making her squirm.

“No, I most certainly am not. But, I am warning you.” His husky voice held a hint of seriousness to it.

Hermione stilled, mouth half open against his neck, tongue poised. “Against what?”

“I warned you what would happen if you didn’t stop teasing me. It’s been too long, Granger. When we get out of here alive – you’re in trouble.”

Hermione’s heart sped up tenfold, feeling herself get wet at his words. It was all she could do not to moan her approval. When she didn’t reply straight away, he stiffened minutely. She realised instantly, that he was as unsure about propositioning her as to how she would respond to it. Smiling against his neck, she nipped his adams apple, eliciting another throaty growl. She had a wicked idea forming, and it needed to be actioned – immediately. Consequences be damned.

“Didn’t you know - I’m a trouble magnet? I love trouble – but why wait around for it to find me.”

With those words, she manoeuvred her arm between their bodies; squeezing his now fully erect cock. It strained against his jeans, begging for release. Draco was beyond hot, he was scorching. She rubbed him hard; making him jump and moan at the same time. It made her want to perform unspeakable acts on him.

“Granger, I…can’t…I won’t…last…” His head lolled onto her shoulder as his lips fervently kissed her neck in response to her rubbing. Hermione let her head fall back, enjoying the feeling of his heat on her skin. One of his hands traced small circles on her lower back, while the other still cupped her arse. She shuddered in desire.

Hermione managed to move back a little, so she had more room. Undoing his button fly, she snaked her hand into his trousers. She almost passed out when she found he wore no briefs. His cock was silky and hard as rock as she stroked him from base to tip. He shuddered against her shoulder, moaning her name quietly. Lust pierced her pussy, Draco was out of his mind in desire – and she loved it.

Pre-come already coated the tip of his dick; and she used the moisture to rub around his tight hole. His teeth bit into her, and she threw her head back trying not to cry out. Hermione realised she, herself, might come from just touching his sleek cock. Draco began to mindlessly rub and knead her buttocks, which in turn sent tingles through her entire body. Merlin, she couldn’t help imagine what it would feel like if they had room to do as they pleased. The thought of complete control made her hand constrict around him. He jumped, so she began to fist him slowly – up and down, tightening and loosening her grip as she went.

She needed more lubrication – she couldn’t get the angle and speed she craved. Moving slightly, she felt the ground around them with her foot. Pleasure filled her when she realised she had more room than first thought. Letting go of his prick, she grasped the waistband of his jeans and managed to pull them straight over his arse; so they pooled around his ankles. She stood back up quickly, and grasped him firmly once more.

“Huh…what…” Draco’s unintelligent response made her silence him with another open-mouthed kiss. God – she liked an ‘out of it’ Malfoy. He was so much hotter when vulnerable. He pushed his tongue into her mouth violently as her hands regained their previous tempo. She squeezed hard and bit his bottom lip, smiling. “My…god….Granger…”

Before he could figure her plan out, she dropped to her knees; engulfing him in one fluid motion. He just about arched his cock through the roof of her mouth in surprise. His breathy ‘fuck’ was lost as she began to lick him all over like a favourite ice-cream on a hot day. She didn’t leave an inch dry of her saliva. His hands found their way to her head, loosely holding her in position. Thankfully he didn’t try to dictate speed; he let Hermione choose her own pace. Which she could tell - was driving him insane.

Hermione grabbed the base of his cock with one hand as she continued to lathe him. Pressing her thumb against the thick vein which ran up the underside of it, she proceeded to jerk him off whilst simultaneously sucking on the weeping head of his prick.

His hips jerked wildly for a moment, her name almost sounding like a mantra above her. Then he found his rhythm. Once found – he was a lost cause. His entire body stiffened as he spurted hot seed down her throat. Hermione swallowed greedily. She had always loved having a man come undone around her – the sense of power over them was unparallel. Mumbling lost words incoherently, he massaged her head as she sucked and licked the last of the saltiness from him.

She didn’t even get time to catch her breath before Draco yanked her back up to his height. One of his hands curled around her head, cupping her ear – he said nothing for a moment, just stared. Hermione had no idea what expression covered his features, it was too dark.

“Granger…that was…” He pulled her tight against him, warm lips crashing down onto hers. He proceeded to kiss the living daylights out of her, not caring that it was his salty taste on her lips. “Phenomenal.” He finished.

She grinned in spite of herself, she knew exactly how hot it was – she could feel it in her underwear. Before she could move to let him adjust himself, Draco grabbed her arse and lifted her onto his lap. She found herself positioned with her knees resting on the shelf, one each side of his hips. The pose opened her legs wide, and she was certain he could smell her excitement. He pushed her torso backwards until her shoulders hit the wall behind her. What was he doing? She felt completely exposed.

Deftly his hands undid her jeans, pushing the two ends as far apart as he could. Her panties were soaked and the smell of her arousal permeated the small space. It was erotic as hell. Hermione moaned without even realising the sound was erupting from her throat. Maybe she was just as out of control as Draco when stimulated.

Suddenly his fingers dipped into her underwear. She cried out softly as he slid a digit over her tight clit. She was going to blow within seconds; never having been so turned on in her life. He moved slightly and changed positions so that his calloused thumb pushed against her nub. Hermione gasped at the rough contact, it was sweet agony – she wanted, no, needed more friction. In retaliation to her wantonness, he began to move it up and down - slowly. She writhed on him, feeling his cock twitch in interest under her arse. Christ, he was astonishing.

Arching her back against the wall, Hermione allowed herself to drift off in the feelings Draco was extracting from her body. She didn’t worry about anything, except the sensation of his hand in her underwear. His stroking became faster as he pushed hard against her clit. Just when she thought she would fall off the precipice, he stopped. Her breathless pants were loud in the niche, making her aware of how wanton she really was. Before she could say anything to ruin the moment, his thumb delved deeper; inserting itself into her tight pussy. She cried out unintentionally.

“I heard you, Granger. That night.” His voice was almost too distant for her to respond, she was lost in the sensations.

“What night.” She absently whispered.

“The night you cried my name out in the shower. I almost broke the door down and fucked you on the tiled floor. I’ve never had to control myself to such a degree before. I was so hard it hurt.” His voice lowered a register, and the deepness of it thrummed through her.

“Fuck….Draco…” She heard him chuckle, and had a split second to wonder why; before he slid his thumb up and in further. Christ; her back would surely break from arching Hermione thought wildly. She started to moan loudly, telling him in small gasps how good it felt. Then before she knew it, he was back at her nub pressing down.

“Why didn’t you come in?” Her voice cracked as his thumb stroked her. Hermione wasn’t even sure why she was still talking. Somehow speaking out loud about screwing each other; made her hornier than ever. She wanted him – all of him.

“I didn’t, because I like my balls where they are. You would have hexed them to hell and back if I came in.” His lips tilted in a smile, which she could barely make out in the gloom.

“Maybe…maybe not. I’ve wanted you inside of me for a long time.” Draco stilled. Her mind screamed at her to ‘stop all talk’. She was saying things she didn’t want him to know – hell, she was saying things she wouldn’t even admit to herself yet. Then he resumed teasing her clit, his fingers deft and experienced. All coherent thoughts fled.

“Why didn’t you say….I never….shit. Granger - look at me…” Draco’s husky voice brought her momentarily from the edge of insanity.

It was dark, but she found see could make out the shining of his eyes. He must have been able to see her face from the light being let in through a crack in the wall hanging. The idea of Draco seeing her facial expressions and her not being able to see his, made her body twitch. He flicked her clit slowly – once, twice. Her eyes shuddered closed as she groaned; she was so close to losing it.

“I said – look at me.” Hermione felt her orgasm approaching fast, just from his demand.

She tried not to disobey him, so through hooded eyes she stared at his partially hidden face. Draco shoved his thumb straight back into her tight pussy. Merlin, it was no good – she would have to shut her eyes. She didn’t want to though; she wanted to give Malfoy exactly what he asked for.

His other fingers tickled her clit as he slowly fucked her with his thumb. Hermione craved more girth, more fingers, more something. What she really wanted, if she admitted it - was his hard cock inside of her. Unfortunately, their current cramped position dictated what they could do. As the familiar tingles and moans began to escape her mouth, Draco once again began to rub her tight little clit. Just as she began to shudder in his arms his other hand came up, and pinched a nipple through her shirt. It was all she needed. White blinding light hit her as she rode out her orgasm – eyes wide open, staring into Draco’s face.

She sat on his taut thighs for a moment, letting the crazy sensations subside naturally. They had done it – well almost. They had stepped over the hidden boundary between them. There was no turning back now. Strangely, Hermione felt as if a burden had been lifted. The sexual tension between them had finally been answered. She had to sweep aside the small voice in her head which started to tell her it would never happen again, because it was out of their systems now. If anything, the small taste of what Draco could offer her sexually, made her crave more - and this could never be a good thing. Even though she was working with him now quite amicably – would it last? They had to clear their names first, and what if Malfoy had lied to her? What if he wasn’t as innocent as he portrayed himself to be?

A noise from outside in the room, made her freeze. Draco curled an arm around her back protectively as the guards searched for them. She was certain they would remain hidden in the alcove, yet her heartbeat still thudded. Hermione couldn’t imagine what they would have discovered if they had come in five minutes earlier. After what felt like an eternity the door closed, and they were left alone.

“Granger? You do realise what just happened don’t you?”

Face burning red, she wondered where this conversation was going to lead them. “I’m not stupid, I have a fair idea.”

“No, not that.” She heard the suppressed laugh in his voice, and frowned. “For the first time ever – in all the years I have known you, you swore.”

“I did not, Malfoy. I don’t swear.” She tried casting her mind back and froze in mortification. He felt her stiffen and chuckled deeply. Her body responded.

“Don’t be embarrassed – it inspires me to make you swear some more.” His breath tickled her cheek, she had to move. Sliding ungracefully from his lap, Hermione did her pants up quickly and snuck a look from behind the hanging. Nobody was in the room.

She let herself out of the musty space, glad to have fresh air which wasn’t tinged with sex - their sex. Merlin, Hermione palmed her face. She was sure going to have a hard time justifying this to herself later on. Temporary insanity might work.

Okay, Hermione knew he was gorgeous, and she also knew she’d had a ridiculous crush on him years ago. But, she also knew he fled when things got tough, and he could betray someone at the drop of a hat. Even if by all accounts it appeared unintentional.

The noise of Draco exiting the hanging made her look back at him. Her stomach clenched wildly. His blonde hair was mussed from her hands running through it, and he had a thoroughly naughty smirk in place. How did he manage to make his grey eyes twinkle so mischievously? She had to confess - Draco was absolutely breathtaking; and she couldn’t help but feel she was losing a part of herself to him.

“Right lets go.” Hermione’s voice came out abruptly. She didn’t want to think on feelings at the moment. She couldn’t afford to. There were so many things left unsaid – too many secrets, and she knew a Malfoy couldn’t be trusted. Then why did she so desperately want to trust this one, when she knew it was futile?

Draco led her out into the hallway while she tucked the wand into the back of her jeans – it was useless anyway. Running down the vast corridore, Hermione caught glimpses of a privileged life she could only imagine. She highly doubted Timothy had changed anything – except maybe a few superficial facelifts. She had seen a new wide screen TV in the kitchen downstairs. Draco led her to the service stairwell and they softly padded downstairs. Draco had already explained that the vault was hidden below the servants’ quarters. A strange place for a room full of riches, yet it had been there for hundreds of years, and lucky for them – easily accessible.

They’d just rounded the last corner when an open doorway stopped Hermione in her tracks. Draco’s attempts at tugging her forward lost all motivation once he saw what she was staring at.

“Camille.” Hermione’s voice cracked at what sat before her now teary eyes.

Draco leapt into action, grabbing Hermione’s shoulder. He literally picked her prone body up and heaved her aside to another doorway. She made no move to stop him; she was in too much shock.

He shut the door behind him with a soft click. “Hermione, we have to get to the vault.” His whispered voice broke through her paralysis.

“No, Malfoy – I have to save her.” She tried moving him, but he stayed in position – blocking her way. She hit him on the chest once, frustrated at his lack of movement. “Get out of my way, you Pillock, that’s my partner – my friend.”

Draco grabbed her forearms in his tight grip, and leant into her. “You don’t think I don’t know that.” He released one of her arms and ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. “Our mission is to get the second file. Then we save her – if we can.”

Hermione looked incredulously up at him. “If…we…can? I am not leaving her here. End of story. Did we see the same woman? She was tied to a chair – face black and blue, almost beyond recognition. I am not leaving her so Timothy or Franklin or whoever is behind this can beat her senseless again.”

“Christ, Granger. I may be a bastard, but I’m not a fucking bastard. Sometimes I wonder what you see when you look at me.” His eyes bored into hers, and she just glared in return. He sighed sadly, and swore under his breath. “I meant; if we can – it’s obviously a trap; we have to think it through properly. Of course we aren’t leaving without her. Seriously, you have no faith in me at all.”

“Do you blame me?” The words had escaped before she could think on them. The pained look in his eyes made her wish she could snatch them from the air – never to be uttered.

Draco shut his eyes against her, and when he opened them, they were as hard as stone. Hermione couldn’t help but wonder what part of their fragile truce she had broken into a million pieces with one crass remark.

“Right – you want to call the shots – fine. We’ll do it your way. The vault is down this way. I’ll get the file – you stay alive long enough and get Camille.” He dropped his hand from her shoulder and stepped aside. She felt the cold prickle up on her from the loss of his warm hand. She grabbed the door knob and twisted it. Before she went through, she stopped and stared up into Draco’s cold eyes, knowing she couldn’t leave him like this.

“For what its worth; I do trust you.” Before he could respond, Hermione slipped out into the corridore. She didn’t want to see his face; she didn’t want to see any rejection - not when they had come so far. She was stupidly in the habit of thinking the worst when it came to Draco. She had to start letting go of it.

Standing with her back against the door, she closed her eyes for a second and exhaled slowly. Too much had happened in the space of a few days, and her brain hadn’t caught up. What was this thing with Malfoy, was it lust, was it more? Could it be any more, or had too much happened in their pasts for her to overcome?

Hermione felt a presence in the hallway with her, and before she could scream out to Draco, Timothy had stunned her. She fell to the ground in a blanket of black.

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