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Closer	By : katatonic Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 10356 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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To casual observers, it looked like the world was coming to an end. Pansy Parkinson was sitting casually with Hermione Granger and Luna Lovegood at The Three Broomsticks. They each had a drink and were chatting and laughing. The conversation revolved around a single, plain hairpin sitting on the table between them.
“I’ve heard of this jeweler,” Pansy told the other girls. “He’s got quite the reputation. His runes and charms are powerful. What have you been experiencing?” She prompted Hermione.
“It started with a dream, I think,” Hermione replied.
Pansy’s eyebrows shot through the roof.
“Oh? Do tell.”
Hermione felt the blood rush to her cheeks. She opened her mouth to begin her tale when Malfoy entered the bar. He took off his cloak and she nearly dropped her wineglass at the sight. His jeans fit snugly around his bum and his button-up was pale blue. His blond hair was just disheveled enough to prove he walked from the castle instead of Apparating. He walked over to the women and shook his hair out with his hand.
“Ladies,” he greeted suavely and slid into the empty seat next to Pansy in their booth.
“Just in time. Things were about to get juicy.” She smirked at him and quirked an eyebrow.
His eyes flicked over to the brunette sitting directly across from him. Hermione was wearing a deep purple jumper with a deep enough v-neck that he could see a hint of cleavage. She was nursing a glass of red wine that stained her lips a pretty rouge.
“I’ll spare you the details, but it was definitely… sexually charged,” Hermione informed the table. She expelled her nervous energy by dragging her fingernails up and down the glass. Malfoy watched her fingers intently.
“One thing did stick out,” she continued, ignoring Pansy’s burst of laugher. “The other person in my dream kept asking what I wanted.”
This seemed to delight Pansy, who immediately clapped her hands like a child. Malfoy stared carefully at Hermione.
“Did you say yes?” she asked and leaned forward across the table.
Luna decided to take the heat off of her friend.
“What does it mean if she did?” she asked Pansy.
At this, Pansy smiled a slow, predatory smile.
“If she said yes- which by the look on her face, I’d wager she did- then she accepted her half of the bond. Hermione would be linked to her dream lover.”
“But not him to her?” Luna inquired.
“Once Hermione accepts her dream, he can choose accept one of his own. The pin acts as a connection between the two. If he says yes in his own dream, anytime she is wearing it, they will be linked.”
Hermione felt like her eyes were going to pop out of her head.
“I need some air,” she grumbled and climbed out of the booth.
Once outside, the cold night air seemed to clear her head. It was unlikely that Pansy was lying- after all, she had been pleasant all evening. Even if she was linked to Draco, she doubted he would link himself to her. Hermione chuckled at the image of her dream-self sexing up a stoic looking Malfoy.
“Laughing to yourself is a sure sign of insanity,” a teasing voice spoke behind her.
She turned to face him.
“So is accepting a bond with a person based on a sex dream,” she retorted.
Malfoy took a step closer to her.
“I suppose that depends on how good the sex was.”
“It seems ridiculous, doesn’t it? That a dream and a piece of wood can link you to ‘your heart’s desire’?”
“It’s magic,” Malfoy shrugged. “You wand is a piece of wood, yet you trust it implicitly. What’s the difference?”
Hermione kicked her foot into the ground and pushed her hands into her pockets.
“When I lived in New Orleans, my apartment was above a bakery run by a little old witch named Anna. Every morning, she left a scone by my door, just sitting there on the ground. At first, I thought she was mad. I still ate it, mind you, but I didn’t understand her motivation. As a Slytherin, that made me uncomfortable. What did she have to gain from leaving it there for me? Did she know who I was? Or what I had done? After a month of scones, I stormed down into her shop.”
“Of course you did. Merlin forbid you accept kindness from a stranger,” Hermione scoffed at him.
“It turned out that the person who used to live in my flat was Anna’s grandson. He had just moved to Boston to attend university and he was utterly alone there. I guess I reminded her of him- a young man alone, in a new city. By taking care of me, even if it was just by leaving me a scone, she was doing her part in the hopes that someone else would look out for her grandson.”
Hermione nodded, enthralled by his sudden outburst of openness.
“We became a kind of duo after that,” Malfoy continued. “I cooked her dinner almost every evening and she continued to provide me with delicious pastries. Over dinner, she told me stories of her life. She was kind and caring, but not meek. She was a fierce witch and she was constantly rattling on about her causes. She had a particularly soft spot for centaurs. Anna was a bleeding heart if I ever saw one.”
“She sounds like an extraordinary woman,” Hermione said in a soft voice.
“She was,” he nodded. “Anna had strength that I grew to admire. She loved deeply and without hesitation. And if you got her started on those stupid centaurs, she would never shut up.”
“Centaurs aren’t stupid, Malfoy! They’ve been systematically abused by the Ministry, even after the war. Their land is constantly invaded by wizards who don’t care enough to learn how to properly interact with them. Of course they’ve got a reputation for violence- they’re defending the land that has been theirs for thousands of years!” Hermione finished her speech with a huff.
Malfoy stifled a laugh.
“Yes, that’s exactly what Anna said. You said she was extraordinary. She was. But she was also infuriating and sometimes single-mindedly dogged in her opinions. If she had gone to Hogwarts, the sorting hat wouldn’t have hesitated a second before sorting her in Gryffindor.”
“Yet you speak so affectionately of her.”
Malfoy took another step in her direction.
“Don’t tell my father, but I’ve grown rather fond of Gryffindors lately.”
Hermione tried to laugh, but his voice had taken on a dark, silky timbre that made her knees shake. Malfoy brought himself even closer. Her breasts brushed against his chest and she tilted her head up to look at him. Her brow furrowed at the intensity of his silver gaze.
“What do you feel right now?” his deep voice vibrated against her body.
She closed her eyes and focused. Hermione could feel her own emotions: hopefulness, desire and a hint of anxiety. She focused further and felt a new wave of emotions wash over her. The emotions were almost identical to her own, but they felt different, like they had a different flavor.
Hermione opened her eyes and Malfoy’s face was mere millimeters from hers.
“Is this what you want, Hermione?”
“Yes,” she breathed and his lips crashed into hers.
Their kiss was white hot. Hermione felt his hands on her back, one sliding down and the other sliding up. His right hand moved to tangle in her hair and his left grasped her bum. When she opened her mouth in a moan, his tongue swept into her mouth and tangled with hers. Malfoy took a step forward, pushing her back onto the wall of the pub. He squared his hips with hers and she lifted one leg to wrap around his waist. Her hands were roaming across his chest and stomach, feeling the hard planes of his muscles. When his mouth disconnected from hers, he made his way down her neck and stopped in the hollow spot below her earlobe. He suckled and nibbled on the sensitive skin. Hermione rewarded him with a roll of her hips into his and his gasp echoed directly in her ear.
“Draco,” she panted, when his fingers touched the hot skin under her jumper. “We’re outside.”
“Mmm,” he hummed against her clavicle and his hands brushed her ribcage.
“Someone could-“she began, but stopped to bite back a groan when his fingers rounded over her bra. She let her head fall back against the wall and tried to gather her thoughts.
Hogsmeade. Public. People. Other professors. She would not shag Malfoy for the first time up against the wall of The Three Broomsticks.
“Draco,” she stopped him, placing a hand over his heart. “We can’t do this here.”
He sighed and nodded into her neck. With one last, quick kiss, he straightened up and grabbed her hand, linking their fingers. They walked back towards the entrance and right before the entered the door, Malfoy paused to bend his head down towards her ear.
“I like it when you call me Draco,” he murmured.
Hermione looked up at him and smiled.
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The door to Draco’s apartment banged against the wall. He led Hermione inside and kicked the door shut with his foot. Their lips were connected in a searing kiss and his grip was tight around Hermione’s hips. They staggered into the bedroom and Draco warded the door with a flick of his wand.
“Contraceptive charm?” he asked.
“I’ve been on the potion since fifth year,” she responded.
Draco drew his head back and furrowed his brow. He had a wizard to murder now, he thought. Hermione must have recognized the look on his face because she tilted his chin to look him in the eye.
“You want to think about that now?”
Draco shook away the jealous beast roaring inside of him. He tossed his wand onto the bedside table and turned his attention back to the woman in his arms. Hermione was kissing and sucking at his pulse point, marking the tender skin there. He reluctantly pulled her away from him to take off her jumper, but was rewarded with the sight of her clad only in jeans and a black lacy bra. Draco leaned in to pepper her neck with hot, wet kisses. She dragged her nails through his scalp and whimpered at his touch. He was drunk off her moans and the feeling of her warm skin beneath his tongue. He rubbed his thumbs over her cloth-covered nipples, teasing them into hard points. Hermione reached around her back to unclasp her bra and his hungry eyes drank in the sight of her. She tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him back to her chest. His tongue made a languid circle around the soft skin of her breast, without going where she wanted him.
“Draco,” she purred. “Please.”
The sound of her voice shot straight to his cock and he closed his mouth over her nipple. She threw her head back and her moan echoed around the room. His teeth pulled gently and his tongue flicked at her nipple. By the time he finished with one breast, Hermione was flushed and covered in a light sheen of sweat. She made quick work of the buttons of his shirt and slid it down his shoulders. Draco’s muscles danced under her touch as she dragged her fingers down his chest. She looped her fingers through the belt loops on his jeans and pulled him down onto the bed. He landed softly on top of her and she relished at the feel of his hard body on top of hers.
She felt his hard cock pressed against the apex of her thighs and rubbed against it. Draco choked out a curse and lowered himself down to kiss her stomach. He unbuttoned her jeans and she lifted her hips so he could pull them off her body and toss them on the ground. Hermione pulled his face back to hers and kissed him hungrily. Draco shuddered at the feeling of her soft breasts against his chest. His pants soon followed hers and Hermione reached down to trace the outline of his cock through his shorts. She delighted in the growl that came from his throat. Hermione pushed at his shoulders to switch positions and straddled him.
Draco tried to memorize the way she looked in that moment. Her chest was flushed and heaving, with small bead of sweat dripping down the valley of her breasts. Her eyes were ablaze with desire. Then she was kissing down his stomach and gave a long, wet lick to his cock that he could feel through the fabric of his shorts. She pulled them down his hips and threw them on the floor with their pants. Hermione dropped an open-mouthed kiss to the head of his cock and fluttered her tongue down the underside of his shaft. Draco panted heavily and tried not to come then and there.
“Fuck, Hermione,” he grunted. “You have to stop. I’ll-”
Hermione dropped her mouth down to the base of his cock. She sucked him on the upstroke and let him pop out of her mouth.
“Minx,” he murmured.
“I know.”
She smiled and crawled back up his long body. Draco dipped a slender finger beneath the band of her knickers and slid it over her wet pussy.
“Yes,” she hissed and rocked her hips once. Before she could repeat the action, Draco flipped and pinned her on her back, holding her wrists down on either side of her head. He leaned in to kiss her and tasted his pre-cum on her tongue. He let her wrists go to slip her knickers down her legs. Draco moved down to settle in between her thighs. He slid two fingers into her pussy and she felt her moisture drip down her thighs.
“Oh Merlin, Draco,” she gasped and dropped her head back.
He pumped his fingers a few times, before bending his head down to lick her clit. Hermione keened as his tongue swirled around her sensitive nub. His fingers pumped in rhythm with his mouth and she felt her climax building. Hermione reached down to lace her fingers in his soft hair and pulled him closer to her. Draco wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked gently causing Hermione to cry out. He continued to move his fingers inside of her and lightly nibbled on her swollen clit. Her cries were becoming louder and her back arched off the mattress.
Hermione’s vision turned to white as her veins filled with the fiery need for release. Her body began to shudder while her orgasm shot through her, rendering her incapable of anything but moaning Draco’s name like a prayer.
He kissed her one last time then made his way back up her body. He grabbed a hold of his cock and slid the tip up and down her sopping pussy.
“Is this what you want, Hermione?” he rasped, his voice husky with lust.
“Is this what you want?” She tilted her hips to rub herself against him.
“Fuck, yes, I want you.”
“Then take me.”
He inhaled sharply and sunk into her. Hermione cried out at the sensation of his thick cock filling her. He drew back and slammed into her again, causing her whole body to shift upwards. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, leaving behind little crescent shaped indents. Hermione shifted her hips forward so the head of his cock rubbed against her deliciously. Hermione’s pussy began to tighten around him and his thrusts were becoming desperate. She lifted her head up and placed a kiss under his ear.
“Make me yours, Draco. Make me scream your name,” she whispered. Hermione wrapped her hands around his back and held onto the muscles around his shoulder blades.
He groaned and dropped his head into the crook of her neck, pounding into her hard and fast. Liquid fire shot throughout her body, radiating from her sex. Her muscles were squeezing him tightly and she was rising quickly to the peak of her orgasm. With a hard thrust from Draco, her world exploded. She cried out his name as shockwaves exploded throughout her body.
Draco was still pumping into her when she came down from her orgasm.
“Come for me, Draco,” she cooed.
With that, he bit down on her neck and his cry vibrated across her skin. Hermione felt his hot seed spurt into her and she stroked his back as he came back down. Draco lifted his head from the cradle of her neck and gave her a tender kiss.
He rolled face up onto the bed next to Hermione and pulled her into his embrace. She stretched out on her side and tangled a leg in between his.
“We can do that again, right?” Draco broke the silence.
“Definitely,” she laughed.
After a few minutes of Draco trying to stay awake and Hermione tracing little patterns on his stomach, she shot up out of bed.
“Wass happig?” he murmured, his voice gravelly with sleep.
“I think I know what bit Rebecca! I have to go to the library!”
She dropped to her hands and knees to search for her knickers. Draco leaned over the bed to see what she was doing and groaned at the image.
“Granger,” he began, trying to be a patient as possible. “It’s the middle of the night. You can’t get in the library. And now, thanks to this-“ he waved his hand at her position on the floor, “-I can’t decide if I want to fuck you senseless or force you to sleep.”
Hermione looked over her shoulder and shook her bum at him.
“How about you fuck me until I fall asleep?”
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