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Halloween Holiday	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 21240 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Draco was about three seconds from hitting himself with a stinging jinx to make sure he was lucid. There was no way Hermione Granger was kneeling beside him wearing only his sleep trousers. There just wasn’t any possible way of that happening. He’d wanted this moment for years. And now that he had it, he was terrified. What if he suddenly sucked? Would she hate him?
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“Fine,” he croaked. “Just… just wondering if I had crossed over.”
She blushed and ducked her head. “They aren’t that great.”
“Bollocks,” he snapped, cringing when he realize how forceful that had been.
She took it in stride though. “I know they aren’t. They’re scarred.”
He frowned and started blatantly studying the succulent breasts laid bare before him. “Where?”
“Here,” she whispered, pointing to a tiny line that bisected her sternum and reached up to her collar bone.
He laughed. “You call that a scar?”
“Well,” she said dryly. “It isn’t quite as large as yours, but it’s a scar none the less.”
“Scars are just proof that we are tougher than what we’ve been through,” he said softly, reaching a tentative hand to trace it.
She sat back slightly, allowing him free range to feel. The scar really was small, though long. It was barely a ridge. He knew she’d gotten it in the Department of Mysteries because Dolohov hadn’t shut up about it during the entire war. In fact, he’d cursed the fool himself for spite. Now he wished he’d used something a bit stronger than a skin burning hex. Granger didn’t deserve to wear scars.
“You’re beautiful, Granger,” he whispered.
“If we’re going to do this, perhaps you can call me by my name?”
“Hermione.”
She shivered. “I like it… Draco.”
His cock twitched at the sound of his name rolling off of those perfect lips. Before he could move to explore her further, she leaned down to kiss him. In a word… perfect. Her lips were perfect. The kiss was perfect. Her taste was perfect. Life was… perfect. This was what he had been waiting for. A jolt shot through him when she deepened the kiss. It was like kissing lightning… and it too was perfect.
He grew bold and slowly licked her bottom lip, giddy with excitement when she allowed him in. He explored her mouth. She tasted like the cinnamon gum she had taken to chewing after the war and something uniquely her. He could have laid there and kissed her all night and never noticed the time not passing. Wait. Time!
“Stop!” he panted, gently pushing her back. “Check the time.”
“Why?”
“Experiment.”
She rolled her eyes, annoyed at him ending the kiss and cast the tempus. “Seven ‘til.”
“So it doesn’t really speed things up,” he said disappointedly.
“No,” she said, “But we can move at the rate we want, where as the magical ritual would latch on to the time.”
“Right,” he said. “But I almost lost myself. I thought… I thought I could kiss you forever.”
She frowned. “I… as awful as it sounds, I hope it doesn’t take that long.”
“We’ll have to monitor ourselves.”
“I don’t want to,” she pouted.
He chuckled. “Well, maybe we can just half monitor. But for now, let me touch you, please?”
She grabbed his hand and brought it to her breast, moaning when he gave it a gentle squeeze. He brought the other hand up, cupping them, getting a feel for their weight, how soft they were. They were as perfect as he thought they were. He caressed them a few minutes before playing with the stiffening peaks, plucking and rolling the nubs in his hands, making her gasp and moan in delight. He had to have more, so he pulled her down on top of him so he could taste them.
Delicious. He’d never had a taste for skin before but hers tasted divine, like magic, clean and a hint of salt. Perhaps this is why the others were still in the midst of fucking their brains out. Experiences at the slower time rate seemed richer, more fulfilling. He could stay at her breasts all day. NO! He pulled back.
“I did it again.”
She whimpered. “Me too.”
“You taste amazing,” he breathed, unable to curb the lust that had spread through is body.
“Can I taste you?” she asked, eyes wide.
He nodded and groaned when her lips touched the middle of his chest. Once again it felt like a magic shock, this time to his cock. She peppered his chest with butterfly kisses before nipping and licking, placing hot, wet kisses wherever she pleased. But when she flicked a nail over his nipples, he let out a feral snarl, bucking his hips to try and get some friction. The front of his trousers were wet from his leaking member and if he didn’t get inside her soon, he was going to die. But oh, if she just kissed him like that all day… NO!
“Keep moving,” he panted.
“Sorry,” she murmured, going lower. “It’s hard.”
“I know,” he mumbled, gasping when she slid her tiny hands under his waistband.
His head spun as she lowered his bottoms. Was this really happening? It couldn’t be. He was in a dream, a really vivid dream that had warm hands and…
“AHHHH!”
“What?” she squeaked, jerking her lips back from the head of his cock.
“Too… too much,” he panted.
He couldn’t believe she’d actually kissed his cock. And he wanted her to do it again but it would be over much too soon if she did. He’d never been this turned on before in his life and this tiny little muggleborn witch was turning him inside out with want. Again he wondered if it was because of the demons but quickly set the thought aside, tugging her down to give her another languid kiss so he could calm down. He grunted as he tried to sit up, his muscles still protesting.
“You okay?” she asked, biting her lip as she helped him sit up.
“Just achy,” he said, maneuvering to where she could crawl into the bedroll with him. “Let’s get those off.”
She blushed and stood, slowly slipping the silk trousers down to her ankles which left her in simple white cotton bikini briefs. It was sort of fitting, really. They were cute and innocent, just like her.
“Those too,” he croaked.
She ducked her head and shyly drew them down, revealing a clean shorn pussy that smelled ripe for the plucking. His nostrils flared and he quickly pulled her to him, not letting her move. She was at the perfect height for him to taste her. He buried her nose in her center, inhaling her tangy aroma. She smelled amazing, which was interesting because he’d never fixated on a smell before. He loved eating pussy but he’d never been content to just inhale it. Shit, he was doing it again, getting lost in the sensations and as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t.
He guided her to spread her legs a bit and lapped at her entrance, savoring her flavor. She was sort of sweet without the slight metallic taste he’d been expecting. She was delicious here too. Was there somewhere she didn’t taste like heaven? He’d have to explore that later, assuming she was serious about more. He didn’t allow himself to ponder the possibility that there wouldn’t be a later though or he’d lose his control and try to devour her in one go. She didn’t deserve that. She was like a fine wine, something that needed to be experienced and savored one smell and taste at a time.
“Oh, Draco, gods…”
He shivered as she started mumbling incoherently. Her legs were getting shaky, only made worse when he inserted his tongue as far as it would go, softly nuzzling her clit as he worked her into a frenzy. Her juices were starting to run down his chin from the sheer quantity and he was never happier to sit there and enjoy it.
“So close,” she whimpered.
He pulled back abruptly, making her groan in protest. “Sorry Hermione. We have to go over at the same time for this to work.”
“What?”
He chuckled and helped her settle down beside him. “La Petite Morte. If we’re doing this so we can recharge my magic with yours, then we have to come at the same time.”
“That’s impossible,” she said, her voice husky.
“You’re ready to give up?”
“No,” she said firmly, leaning over to kiss him again.
He lay down with a grunt, pulling her on top of him and encouraging her to straddle his waist, his cock nestled between her cheeks. She went from confident and sexy to scared and shy as soon as her knees touched the floor. Confused by the abrupt change, he guided her to sit up and look him in the eyes.
“What’s wrong Hermione?”
She ducked her head and started drawing circles on his abdomen. “It’s just… I… I’ve never done this before and I’m a bit… out of my league.”
“You’ve never had sex?” he asked, wondering how he could have missed that with all the racket her and Weasley made in their tents.
“I have,” she said, refusing to look at him. “I’ve just… it’s always been me just lying there. And lately I’ve taken to being very vocal because Harry and Professor Snape always seem to forget the silencing charms.”
He frowned. “Why would you just lay there?”
She shrugged. “It’s what he wanted.”
Draco snorted. “Of course it was. Wait… you’ve been covering for Snape and Potter?”
She nodded and looked up with a smirk on her face. “I think Professor Snape does it to annoy me… or maybe test me, but I can’t let them get caught.”
“They’re big boys Hermione. Let them answer for themselves.”
She rolled her eyes. “Slytherin.”
He grinned. “You know it. And as far as what he wanted, it isn’t just about him.”
She bit her lip and drew her hand down his chest. “I’m still at a loss.”
“Just do what feels good,” he said, pulling her to lie on his chest.
She put her head under his, her fingers searching along his body. As she explored, he ran his hand down her back and further still, reaching her still wet center and gently playing with the folds. She moaned softly from his ministrations, wiggling her hips slightly to meet his movements. When she was panting and writhing over him, he pushed her back so his cock nudged up against her entrance. She took the hint quickly, sitting up and raising her hips to take him in hand. He hissed at the feeling of her warm hand wrapped around him but encouraged her to line him up.
He had to grit his teeth against the intense heat coming from her center. It was almost enough to send him over and he couldn’t go without her. He flipped through various images in his mind to control himself, breathing through the haze of pleasure. When he felt in control, he reached up and subtly pushed her hips down, eyes rolling in the back of his head when she sank down on him.
He didn’t know which way was up or down. Time didn’t exist. All that mattered was Hermione, her searing heat, the tight squeeze of her muscles, the little moans and gasps she made when he bucked and rolled his hips. His vision came in snippets, her eyes half lidded with lust, her breasts bouncing up and down as she moved her hips in time with his, her mouth slightly parted in bliss. But soon enough, he felt his climax coming on. So he reached down and lightly brushed over her clit. She opened her mouth in a silent scream, her muscles tightening up on him. He thrust once more and cried out her name, listening to her answering moan of his name.
They’d done it. They’d come together. Draco felt the wave of pleasure crash down on him, lifting him out of his body. For a moment, he had double vision. He saw Hermione floating above her body. He looked down and found he was as well. Terrified and a little excited that they’d actually managed to do it, he held on to her spirit form. She clung to him as well. Their magic crackled and flared brightly, the two signatures melding into one before breaking apart. Seconds later they were suddenly jerked back into their bodies, each gasping for breath.
“Holy fucking shit,” Draco panted, his eyes wide and searching Hermione’s face to make sure she was okay.
“Agreed,” she breathed before collapsing on his chest. “I never knew it could be like that.”
He chuckled breathlessly. “That makes two of us.”
He closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath. He felt her shift and try to slow her breathing. After a while, they slowly pulled themselves apart, trying to get their bearings. Hermione groped for her wand, finally finding it and casting a weak time spell. They were both gob smacked to learn that it was two minutes until midnight.
“Time did speed up,” Hermione whispered.
“Time didn’t speed up,” Joan said, materializing above them with a wistful smile on her face. “You just had a moment.”
Draco marveled at their ability to lose so much time. Their ‘moment’ as Joan had called it had seemed much shorter and they’d forced themselves to speed things up. But it had been amazing. He knew now that once would never be enough. He just hoped Hermione thought so too.
“We have to get out of here,” Hermione said, throwing Draco’s mind into overdrive.
“We’ve got to do it before midnight. And we’ve got to get Joan out of here before then too.”
“Split up?” Hermione asked.
“Not in your life,” he growled, standing up and summoning his clothes.
He felt much better now that Hermione’s magic had recharged his own. He cut his eyes over to study her. She seemed to be just fine, not tired or lethargic. Hopefully they had enough strength left to do this. Keeping their goal in mind, he quickly packed his things, changing into his jeans and jumper so he wouldn’t have to traipse around outside in his PJs. Hermione did the same, tossing his clothes back at him. He smiled when she didn’t clean them first. They would smell like her and he found he was looking forward to it. How stupid was that? He was already going crazy because of her. But what a way to go.
“Ready to do this?” she asked as she tied her hair back from her face.
“Give me a second.”
He tweaked the wards, thinking they might need them later. They’d refrained from apparating due to unfamiliarity and fear of running into the demons. He left the demon wards up and added another spell, one that needed to set for a minute. They’d need it to help Joan. He only hoped they could get in and out in time. They wouldn’t be able to apparate outside. The time shift would kill them.
Draco nodded. “Let’s do this.”
They made one last sweep of the room before deciding that there was nothing left to do but leave. With one last kiss for good luck, Draco cast the shield charm and opened the door. Hermione cast her Patronus again, the tiny otter frolicking after the demons that charged the door. Joan disappeared the second the door opened, obviously frightened of what the demons would do to her. They went around the short end of the hallway first, skidding to a stop in front of Blaise and Daphne’s door.
“Open up,” Draco yelled, pounding on the door while Hermione furiously worked to dismantle the wards.
“Keep your knickers on,” Blaise yelled back, yanking the door open a few minutes later. He looked madder than a wet kneazle.
“We’ve got to get out of here,” Draco snapped, flinching when a ghost came breezing through him.
“Why?” Blaise asked.
“Demons have slowed the time down,” Hermione called before casting another Patronus.
Blaise snorted. “That makes no sense.”
“We don’t have time for sense,” Draco growled. “We have one minute until midnight before the demons try to take us. Get the fuck out of the house. NOW.”
“This is such shit,” Blaise growled.
“It’s true,” Joan said, appearing just over Draco’s left shoulder. “You’re doomed… just like we were.”
“Holy fuck,” Blaise breathed. “We’ll be ready in a second.”
“Meet us at the hall junction. Use a shield or a patronus,” Draco ordered before grabbing Hermione and running to her room so she could pack.
It only took her a few seconds and a flick of her wand but every moment they spent gathering was time the demons could get to them. He blasted them away but they were getting stronger.
“Let’s go,” Hermione yelled as she came flying out of the room, her patronus on her heels.
They jetted down the hallway, skidding to a stop at an empty room. Draco was puzzled as to why she insisted that they stop but quickly realized this was where Potter had stashed his things. Luckily, he hadn’t even bothered to unpack and they were on their way again, sliding sideways past the Professor’s door.
“Mayday, mayday,” Hermione screeched, casting a heavy knocking spell at the door.
“What in the devil,” Snape hissed as he stuck his head out of the door.
“Time’s up,” Draco snapped. “We’ve got to get out or we’ll be demon fodder.”
Snape looked like he wanted to protest but one of the demons nearly overtook Draco before he could get his shield back up. Snape’s eyes went wide and he raced back inside the room to get his things.
“One more,” Draco panted.
Hermione sighed and took off down the halls towards Weasley’s room. Draco motioned for her to stay back while he blasted the door off the hinges. Weasley and Pansy had just collapsed on the bed in a naked tangle of limbs, sweaty and exhausted, no doubt from shagging each other’s brains out.
“Get up,” Draco growled. “We’re leaving.”
“What?” Ron asked, popping up and paling when he saw Hermione. “This isn’t-“
“Save it,” Hermione snapped, pausing to throw a shield when one of the demons got too close. “We’ve got to go.”
“My stuff,” Pansy shrieked.
“Like you don’t have it in your fucking purse,” Draco snapped, quickly dismantling the wards he’d put up in the room.
“But I left my jumper-“
“Is it worth dying for?” Hermione yelled.
“Dying?” Pansy squeaked.
“Yes dying,” Draco growled. “And are you a fucking witch or not?”
Pansy trembled for a moment before scrambling for her wand and redressing with it. Then she summoned her things, getting out of Weasley’s way while he bumbled around getting dressed and grabbing his things. Draco and Hermione ducked flying clothes, ghosts, and debris the demons were flinging at them to try and get past their shields.
“Hurry the fuck up,” Draco yelled, blasting one demon back past the railing. “We can’t keep this up all fucking night.”
“Done,” Pansy squeaked, tip-toing to the doorway.
“Hermione,” Draco called, casting a small containment spell so she could concentrate on him for a minute. “Cast the front shield, I’ll cast the back.”
“Done,” she said.
“Weasley,” Draco called, watching the red head’s face screw up at the familiar use of Hermione’s name. “You can cast a patronus, right?”
“Of course,” Weasley scoffed.
“Do it now. The demons hate it.”
“Expecto Patronum!” Weasley bellowed, a frisky terrier sprouting from his wand.
“Now!”
Draco strengthened the containment spell long enough for Pansy and Weasley to dart out of the room. Hermione took off, shield up, eyes wide for signs of the others. He closed in behind them, keeping a shield at their backs and secretly admiring Hermione’s fierceness as she pressed forward. To his relief, the other members of their party were at the junction, Snape shielding them from harm.
“Apparate out,” Snape called,
“No!” Draco yelled. “There’s a time difference in the house.”
Snape cursed under his breath. “Stick together. Follow me.”
With Snape leading the way with a shield, they stayed in a bunch. Blaise and Potter were shielding their sides so Draco and Hermione brought up the back. Draco motioned for Hermione to check the time again. She did it quickly, revealing that they had little more than a minute to get out of there before all hell broke loose. And they still had to help Joan. She’d helped them and she deserved to be with her fiancé.
“When?” she whispered as they followed down the stairs. The creaking was enough to keep the others from hearing them.
“Wait until they’re out,” he murmured.
“Hurry,” Snape hissed.
The teenagers followed him at a dead run, fending off what looked like hundreds of ghosts as they went. Weasley was the last of them to pass through the door. Draco took a steadying breath and threw a locking charm at the door as Hermione slammed it shut. He grabbed her and spun, apparating back to their rooms. He was never so glad that he’d tweaked the wards to let them apparate but still have sanctuary.
“We might not make it back out,” he said gravely, studying the way the wards had deteriorated in the short amount of time they had been gone.
Hermione hugged him. “I know.”
“You can still get out,” Joan said softly, materializing in the room.
“No,” Draco said. “Fair is fair. And I always repay my debts.”

AN: Whew. I'm glad I remembered most of what I'd written. Hopefully this version is better than the one I lost. One more chapter left guys. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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