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Mudblood Fever and Lingerie	By : Tnteacups Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 36612 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Dreams Don’t Make It Real

Hermione slid her hand down his chest, marveling at how real it felt. If she hadn’t known she was dreaming, she would have thought herself awake, and the blond in front of her, real.
“Like what you see, Granger?” His voice was silky, inviting her in.
“More than I thought.” She admitted to dream-Draco, touching him again, and wondering if it was really how he looked, or if her brain was supplying imaginary details for things she hadn’t really seen.
“It’s not fair that you’re still dressed,” Draco pouted, his lips curling into a smile after a few seconds, as he moved closer. “But I can take care of that.” He pressed their lips together, lifting her robes up, leaving her in her stockings and knickers. She pressed closer to him, letting her hips graze his. He was already hard, and his boxers were a thin barrier between him, and her belly.
“Mm, Malfoy…” She murmured as he gripped her slim waist.
“It’s Draco.” His voice was husky, filled with desire. Hermione didn’t repeat it, feeling her face heat at the informal name. His face was buried in her neck, kissing, and nipping at the sensitive skin of her shoulder, and collar. His hand wrapped around her, easily unhooking her bra and pulling it away, his fingers skimming her breasts, making her shiver with anticipation.
“Enjoy that, Granger?” He asked, sounding full of himself, gripping her a bit more roughly, and letting his face fall to take her nipple into his mouth. She gasped, her breath hitched in her throat, and he bit the small bud softly. She ran her fingers through his hair, looking down at his face pressed into her chest.
He let his tongue swirl around, and trail up to her collarbone, his hand shimmying her knickers down while he was bent. His fingers quickly found her wetness, and slid across the opening, bringing her taste away with his touch. He pressed his fingertips to her lips, and enjoyed how easily they parted, how her tongue darted out to lick herself off him.
“Wow, Granger, you’re shameless,” He teased, his grin widening, obviously appreciating her actions. “Fantasizing about me in class, and now this? What AM I going to do with you?”
She met his silvery gaze. His teasing was empty, his eyes holding more lust than Ron’s ever had as he watched her suckle on his fingers. She took them completely into her mouth, letting them reach her throat, enjoying the way his face twisted in torture.
“That should be a crime…” He whispered, pulling his fingers out, and grabbing the back of her head, pulling her into a rough kiss, his mouth demanding against hers. He guided her backwards, onto her bed, leaning over the top of her as they kissed, one hand pulling his own knickers away. He crawled on top of her, laying her backward, their legs intertwined as he let his hands explore all of her.
His skin was smooth under her fingers, his chest and stomach more muscled than her previous fantasies.
“Say you want me, Granger…” The words were right in her ear, his breath tickling her hair.
“I want you.” She didn’t hesitate, the throbbing between her legs impatient, and demanding attention. He dipped his hand between her legs again, his fingers sliding easily inside, and she closed her eyes, enjoying how his fingers felt, moving back and forth slowly, teasing her into a frenzy. Her nails bit into his shoulders, her chest rising and falling rapidly with aroused pants, her voice catching as he brought her a hairsbreadth from climax.
“Don’t stop…” She begged, her mind fogged with bliss, and frustration as he pulled his fingers away.
“Don’t you want something better?” He asked, and she felt the warm, solid shaft pressing against her, rubbing slowly across her opening, taunting her with more gratification.
“Please…” She moaned, grabbing his platinum hair, and pulling him in for a kiss. He slid himself inside her, feeling her gasp against his mouth, her back arching slightly as he pushed all the way in.
It felt strange, and dreamlike, not quite as intense as real sex, but the pressure and wetness were delightful, her stomach pressing into his, her face hiding in his chest as he began a rhythmic pace, pushing her closer to the orgasm he’d teased her with.
She moaned, her mouth hanging open in surprise as he filled her, stretching her beyond what she was accustomed to. He was steady, and swift, his hands and lips trailing along her as he watched her enjoy him. She stared right back, his grey eyes holding hers as he slid a hand into her hair, pulling her head back, to bite at her neck.
She moved her hips in time with him, enjoying the pace, and how deep he felt inside her.
“You’re… So much… Better…” She panted, feeling like this dream-Draco was worlds beyond Ron. Perhaps it was her imagination providing everything she needed in a partner. She wasn’t about to ponder too deeply, and ruin the dream.
“Better?” Malfoy’s hips slowed, but kept delving as deeply as possible, his eyes locking on hers, his expression showing interest through his lusty gaze.
“Uhhg, yes.” She said, enjoying as he buried himself inside her.
“Better than…?” He prompted, smirking down at her, making her blush, as she answered.
“Better than Ron…” She whispered, looking away from dream-Draco’s eyes. Even in her dreams it was embarrassing to admit.
Malfoy had stopped moving, and she peeked up at him, wondering if she’d upset him. Could you upset a dream?
“Better than Weasley?” He asked, his eyes narrowing, as he grinned maliciously. She felt a twinge of fear at the look in his face. Was he going to stop? Was the dream going to end? Would he hate Ron so much, even in a dream?
“Want to see how much better it gets?” He asked, his face close to hers, his expression not at all angry, but full of competition. She nodded mutely, unsure whether it even COULD get better. Malfoy pulled away from her, giving her little time to frown as he grabbed her hips, and rolled her over, lifting her ass into the air against himself. He plunged back in, setting a faster pace, hitting hard, and fast.
Her eyes rolled back, and she clutched at the sheet, groaning as he drummed into her, letting him take her wildly. If she’d thought it couldn’t get better, dream-Draco proved her wrong.
She felt close to orgasm, but hard as he was going, as great as it felt, she stayed right on the threshold, panting, moaning, and unable to cum. She scrunched her eyes closed, bouncing backward against him. A hand snaked into her hair, and she was yanked backward, her scalp tingling as Malfoy pulled her back against him, his hand reaching around her face, taking her chin, and sliding his fingers back into her mouth. She felt depraved as she licked at them, his other hand around her waist, keeping her against him.
“Hermione…” He moaned into her ear, sounding desperate, and needy.
“Hermione…”
“Hermione!” She opened her eyes to see Parvati right in her face, shaking her awake. “You’re going to miss breakfast!”
Hermione sat up, face flushing with embarrassment as she stretched, and tried to put the dream from her mind, hoping she hadn’t muttered something humiliating in her sleep. It was time to get back to school, studying, and not thinking about her unfulfilled needs.
She was glad that she shared Herbology with her two best friends, and was able to avoid Malfoy for most of the week, keeping her eyes off him, and her mind away from bad thoughts. When Friday approached, she sat up in bed, groaning, and trying not to think of Care of Magical Creatures. It would be doubly horrible, as she’d be facing Malfoy, and those terrible beasts Hagrid called babies.
“Ter’day, we’ll be lookin’ inta summat a litt’l differen’,” Hagrid said once the whole class had gathered. “This is a griffin.” Hagrid had led them to a gated pasture several yards from his hut.
“It looks dangerous…” Ron muttered to Harry under his breath, taking in the sharp claws, curved beak, and powerful limbs. It had a rope around its neck, keeping it grounded, and attached to a thick wooden pole in the middle of the paddock.
“Beau’iful, innit?” Hagrid commented, looking around at the class’s reaction. Hermione nudged her two friends in the ribs, and put on a giant grin, pretending she enjoyed looking at the dangerous beast. Hagrid grinned back, and made his way around to a gate, letting himself into the enclosure.
“Like what you see, Granger?” The cold sneer had her full attention, reminding her instantly of her dream earlier that week, and she turned to see the pale face looking directly at her.
“Maybe if you’re polite, it’ll ask you to marry it.” Pansy added, and all the Slytherins guffawed at her taunt, but Hermione looked away, trying to forget the images his words had brought forth. The group shuffled toward the gate, where Hagrid was waiting for them, and eagerly began telling them all the wonderful things about griffins.
“Maybe if you’re nice, you could touch it.” The hushed words in her ear seemed to be an add-on to Pansy’s taunt, but with her mind on the dream, and the silver eyes so close when she turned, her mind raced to outrageous places. She turned her face away quickly, hiding her scarlet cheeks, and hurrying after her friends.
“What’d he say?” Ron asked, sounding instantly suspicious as he watched Hermione hurry away from Malfoy.
“Nothing.” She replied, trying to ignore his existence.
“If he said something to you Hermione-” Ron began, only for her to cut him off.
“I can take care of myself. He didn’t say anything important.” She added, hoping to keep him from getting too upset. She didn’t want to bring attention to Malfoy at all.

“What’d you say to her, Draco?” Pansy asked, her voice grating on his nerves. He hadn’t intended for her to insult Granger, but he refused to tell her off. He’d have to act normally, especially if he was going to taunt Granger discreetly with their dream. He didn’t think she knew it had been a shared experience, as she hadn’t said anything about it to him, or acted any differently, and he planned on using that to its fullest.
“Just calling her names.” He smirked at his friends, and shrugged it off as though it could have been any insult.
“I’ll get her to come begging,” he thought as he watched her converse with her two stooges, “Then, maybe after I fuck her, I can forget about it, and stop thinking about her so damn much.”
He’d found that when he tried to sleep, she invaded his thoughts, keeping him awake, keeping him from satisfaction, and rest. Even Pansy had noticed how sleep-deprived he was getting, dark circles almost constantly under his eyes, his pale skin seeming even more whitewashed, and his hair seeming to muss at every disturbance. He kept slicking it back, trying to keep himself looking as unbothered as possible.
He’d found himself staring across the great hall at her as she ate, watching her lips move over her fork, her tongue lick a bit of sauce from her finger. He wondered constantly how she’d react if he pulled her away from her friends, and held her, forcing his lust to a finish. He refused to do it. She would come to him.
“Careful, Potter, your legs might blind someone!” Pansy called across the paddock as Potter scrambled away from the claws of the beast, his pasty knees visible below his bunched robes. Weasley and Granger shot rude looks toward the bunch of Slytherins, earning them a few more hoots of derision. Malfoy ignored both sides, pretending to pay attention to the oaf’s lesson.

A/N: If you're liking it so far, let me know. :D There will be a new chapter up every day until I start running low on my already-written stock.
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