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The Dating Game	By : saritat9 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 10161 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Dating Game

Chapter 8: Dreaming is free
Draco was having the most delicious dream.

She was repeating his name over and over again, as he traced her delicious folds with his lips and his tongue, thrusting his fingers in and out of her at the same time.

"Oh, Draco! Please. Oh. Ohh. Do it now, Draco!"

Being given the "permission" he finally came out from between her legs and spread them wider while leaning in for a kiss. He really wanted to satisfy her well before fucking her. He was a thorough lover.

"I'm going to make you scream." he promised in a husky voice.

"Stop talking, Draco, do it!"

"I'm going to fuck you like no one ever has and no one ever will."

He was a possessive lover as well.

Draco pushed himself into her hot cunt with one forceful stroke as she bit her lower lip and whimpered. He found it the most erotic thing he had ever witnessed.

He took his time, letting them both relish the feeling of him reaching the bottom of her, filling her totally. He started with a slow, almost lazy pace. No matter how he tried he couldn't keep that on for long, and he soon started pumping faster, enjoying her gasps and little screams.

He leaned into kiss and bite her nipple while his hand sneaked in between their joined, oscillating bodies in search of her clit. He brushed his finger on it circularly, like he knew she loved, and before too long she came in his arms, thrashing violently, screaming his name.

Draco couldn't wait any longer, hearing his name from her lips was too much. He could feel his toes starting to curl up as his body was hit with the most amazing orgasm he had ever experienced and he started coming in powerful spurts. Hermione still contracted around his cock, milking his seed from him, breathing heavily, her face happy and flushed. He leaned into kiss her tenderly, and...

...woke up with a start.

He felt sticky but unsatisfied. He cast a quick cleaning spell, falling back to rest on his pillows.

How did this happen? Since when had he had sexual dreams of Hermione Granger? Since when had she been the only woman to get his dick up? The annoying, scary answer was "since now".

This had to be a mistake. Just something temporary, brought on by seeing Hermione in that...getup. She was still his friend, a platonic friend. Once he would see her in her normal form again this would blow over. It had to. It would.

She was just a female friend with frizzy hair. A friend and nothing more. She wasn't even his type! She wasn't easily managed. They were better off staying as they had always been. Not that he had even considered any other alternative, he assured himself.

Thank Merlin she didn't know!!

It was already 9am on a Saturday morning so he might as well get up. He doubted he could get any peaceful sleep anyway. He put on some clothes and walked into the kitchen to make himself some coffee when someone knocked -rather fervently- on his door.

This better be important. He was in no mood for visitors, or chit chat, or anything at all, really.

"Malfoy, let me in!"

Whitmore. But of course.

"I'm not in the mood for listening to your abuse about last night. Go away!"

"That's not why I'm here. I will not continue shouting through this door. Let me in, now!" Charles demanded.

"Fine!"

Draco yanked the door open and Charles Whitmore rushed in. He seemed shaken up and upset to Draco's surprise and mirth. What was up with him? He didn't have to wonder this for long however. As his usual self, Charles went straight to the point.

"It's over."

"What? What's over?"

"Don't act dumb, Draco. Hermione and me! This morning!"

Draco felt relieved, but at the same time a little hesitant. Had it finally ended, or was this just a little argument between lovers?

"Why? What happened?" Draco tried very hard to sound even a bit sympathetic.

"She's in love with someone else."

Had Whitmore told him that Voldemort was back and looking for a nice little muggle to marry, he couldn't have been any more surprised.

"Who? How do you know? Who?!"

"She told me, that's how!" Charles snapped, hurt. "I don't know what I should do. Once you've had Hermione, you can never go back to those mindless excuses for women."

Why was Whitmore telling him this? Was he blaming Draco because he had introduced the two? Why should he care?

Who was Granger in love with? Weasley? She couldn't. That redheaded beggar who was as intellectually challenging as a flobberworm? That git that still showed no appreciation for her finer qualities?

On second thought, wasn't it Draco himself who had thought this was a good idea? Wasn't it Draco who had thought that it was just super to give Weasel instructions on how to win the love of his pathetic little life back? Just to get rid of Whitmore?

Now Whitmore was gotten rid of, but Draco was stuck with Weasel.

"I think it's Weasley." Charlie interrupted his private thoughts. "I should have known I couldn't compete with their history. They've known each other since they were children and there's nothing they wouldn't do for each other."

Yea right. "Weasley" just wanted her for his mother and lover and his housekeeper (yeah, his house really needed keeping, there probably were some of his siblings just holding up the walls) and make lots of idle redheaded babies for him like a good little wife.

"When she spoke of him she was always so composed, so calm, that I mistakenly took that as a sign of her having moved on. Guess not." Charlie sighed. "Okay, I have to go. I need to be alone. I don't know why I came here, I just wanted to talk to someone who knows her, I guess. But how could you understand how I feel, you've never been in love. And she is like a little sister to you."

Charlie was out of his apartment as quickly as he had entered.

= = =

By Saturday evening Hermione had begun to feel more like her normal self. A visit from Ginny had helped a lot. Hermione couldn't help smiling when ever she thought of her friend's opening words,

"I nearly died of shock and suppressed laughter when I realized that was you. It took me a full minute to convince Harry, and even then he couldn't help his reaction. One word: drool."

Ginny was a wonderful friend and perfectly confident in her relationship with Harry, justly so. It was a huge relief to Hermione to still be able to talk to her the same way that they had during their Hogwarts years when Harry hadn't noticed Ginny yet and Ron hadn't noticed her and she hadn't noticed Draco.

A whole lot of noticing going on after that!

Charlie had told her to let Draco know she was available (or that she had an *grimace* opening). Lot of good that would do! He would just think she had been dumped! By her imaginary boyfriend. No, make that her imaginary fianc�.

Argh!

Maybe it was just the time to face it, time to give up the fight. Maybe she had finally reached the point where she knew she would die a 90 year old virgin. What a disgrace! Thank God and Merlin and every deity that no one knew! Ron assumed she had done the deed with Charlie, Charlie assumed she had done that with Ron and Draco thought she had done it with the both of them. Not simultaneously, of course.

Here she was, the former Head Girl Hermione Jane Granger, now a professional Potions maker, researcher and still a virgin. Hermione knew Ginny suspected her sexual inexperience, but Ginny was too tactful to pry at her friend's most private affairs. When she really thought about it, it was kind of disturbing in a funny sort of way that her younger friend, Ginny, was already married and hoping to start a family soon while she had barely had her breasts fondled and had been kissed by exactly four wizards; of which Ron and Charlie made up for half. How sad!

Crookshanks, the blessed creature, seemed to sense her melancholy disposition and jumped gracefully onto her lap, purring.

"Oh, Crookshanks. You're the only guy who loves me as I am, aren't you? Yes you are. I bet you're hungry...?"

= = =

He never would have guessed looking at her, that his shy wife was so talented at giving head. Apparently a talented witch was talented in a multitude of things. Being a quick study and VERY eager to please didn't hurt.

She had a nice, firm grip on his cock with one hand as the other was cupping and massaging his balls. His shaft was buried deep inside her mouth and throat while she did her best to twirl her tongue around. She let all of his cock slip out except for the head and traced the sensitive tip with her tongue and then sucked the head in before engulfing all of him again and sucking so hard it almost hurt.

His fist grabbed a great mass of her unruly hair, holding her in place. The wet sounds coming from her administrations and being able to see himself bobbing in and out of her mouth while her eyes watched him intently was making it very hard for him to wait. He felt a familiar, delicious tightening in his balls and he thought he should warn her.

"Oh shit I'm going to come. Fuck. Fuck. Will you swallow?"

She answered him by sucking on him with renewed vigour and grabbing his buttocks for support.

His world exploded into a brilliant burst of shooting stars and he groaned and whimpered as she gently squeezed his balls, coaxing them into giving her everything there was while she did her best to swallow. A little trickle of come leaked from the side of her mouth and to her chin. She smiled and wiped it off with the back of her hand that she then lapped up like a feline.

Draco woke up with the all too familiar sticky feeling that went with coming in your sheets. Fuck. Time for another scourgify, then.

He was losing his mind. That's what this was! A first sign of insanity. He had dreamt of Hermione again, and this time with the twist that she was his wife.

He looked at the time. It was only 4am on a Sunday morning. No way was he going to get up at this time in the morning! He wondered if Hermione was with Weasley right now, perhaps doing him the very favours she had just done to him in his dream. Surely Weasel would be all over her now that he had gotten her back.

Draco was sure he couldn't get sleep for awhile, but closed his eyes anyway. The second he did so, her flushed face came back to his mind. Draco opened up his eyes and pounded his pillow with a fist and turned over on his other side. He refused to close his eyes, instead trying to find a spot on the wall to concentrate on. However his eyes got caught in a wizard picture of Hermione, Harry and him that was bathed in the pale light of a moon beam.

Hermione in the picture was tickled by Harry who had a mischievous smirk on his face while picture Draco was laughing at her funny expression of horror and hilarity. Hermione giggled and screeched soundlessly while Harry looked at the camera, his hands on Hermione's stomach. Ginny wasn't in the picture as she was the one taking it. It was the last picture on the film and she had sent him a copy of it the next day. Even though it was weeks and weeks ago he had never taken the time or energy to get it framed; it still sat there, leaning on some books on his bedside table.

Was there no way and no place to get rid of her? Or at least rid himself of these sexual, kinky thoughts that he was thinking after just seeing a picture of her?

Harry should keep his hands off of his best friend's woman. He was married, Draco thought grumpily.

= = =

Draco had urgent business to attend to at the ministry first thing on Monday. They really couldn't wait a moment longer; he had postponed them for too long as it was.

As Draco walked to the administrator's room (going through the longer route instead of just apparating in front of it), he passed Hermione's office, trying to catch a glimpse of her. Her door was closed. Draco decided to go and see her when his other business was finished. He really needed to apologize to her for his ill advised words at the ball...

...and to get it confirmed that in her normal robes and appearances, Hermione did nothing at all to him and his anatomy.

= = =

Last Friday almost forgotten, Hermione was totally immersed in her potions and formulas and reports. She was finally nearing the breakthrough with the potion she had been working on for months now, whenever she had had time for it from her other duties.

Hermione barely registered the sharp knock on her door before the door was opened and Draco strode in, as self-confident as always.

= = =

Okay, nothing to be afraid of, everything is okay. There she is, her head stuck in a book as usual. Good old Hermione, nothing different about her, Draco thought.

Then she raised her head and looked at him, her eyes narrowing, and Draco felt as if he had been punched in the gut. By a woman!

= = =

"What do you want, Malfoy??" Hermione asked coolly.

"Good morning, Hermione. I wanted to apologize for my harsh words at the ball. I didn't mean it, I was just a bit...surprised, at your attire."

Hermione pondered his words, tilting her head.

"I see."

Clearly she wasn't going to say anything else so Draco knew she expected some more grovelling.

"Look I'm not used to apologizing twice to anyone and I'm not going to start with you, okay? I did something wrong, I know that, I admit it, I wish I could take it back, can we just let it go?"

"I don't know. Can we?"

"I know I can! Can you?"

Hermione looked at her short, clean fingernails.

"I suppose...I suppose I can. But you need to stop looking at me and treating me as if I was a piece of your furniture. I'm a grown woman, I do what I want with who I want and I wear what ever, I want to wear."

"Does that mean you really are back with Weasel?"

"That does not concern you."

"But you're my friend. Friends are supposed to be...concerned for their friend's welfare."

"That's really sweet of you, but there's no reason to be concerned. I can handle Ron. Wait a minute...what's this about me and Ron? Have you been talking to Charlie?"

"Charles is my friend, he told me it didn't work for you two."

"Ahhh. Yea. He was a bit old for me after all. He's a real sweetheart and some day he'll make some witch very happy."

"Are you okay with that?" Draco wanted to hug Hermione for confirming it was really over between her and Whitmore but he had to settle for being a concerned, loyal friend.

"Yes. Seems like I have an opening in my calendar from now on. You want it?"
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