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The Methods of a Malfoy	By : theGreenWitch1287 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was coming up for 3 am when Draco and I finally departed the festivities in the Great Hall and began to make our way back to the Slytherin common room. 7 months had passed now since the devastating Battle of Hogwarts and the final defeat of the Dark Lord. 7 months since Draco had stood amongst the rubble of the old hall, torn between choosing Lord Voldemort, his parents, and the Death Eaters. Or me, the ranks of Dumbledore's army and the side of good in the wizarding world. It had been 7 months since he had made the pivotal decision to choose to fight against the evil that had tormented him and I knew I would never forget for as long as I lived, that moment that he had taken my dirt-covered hand in his, tears in his eyes as he had stared down and refused both his family and the fate that for so long had seemed inescapable.
Following the eventual rebuilding of the school and a near 5 month hiatus due to the protracted investigation by the Ministry of Magic, any students who desired to do so had been invited back to Hogwarts to complete the last few months of their previous school term in the autumn. A fortnight before returning, in mid-September, both Draco and I had received letters informing us that we had been appointed the positions of house heads for the proceeding months. A letter from newly appointed Headmistress McGonagall had informed us that her decision to elect the pair of us had been both an irrefutable and a prudent one, due not only to our courage and resilience during the battle but also our outstanding academic achievements in spite of the turbulent series of events. Draco and I had both ended up being awarded the top accolades in 3 of our 4 subjects, Draco in potions, transfiguration and charms and I in muggle studies, astronomy and herbology.
It was now December, only a few days out from Christmas. As a means of continued resilience and solidarity, the annual Yule Ball had been scheduled to take place, just as it had every other year in the now re-built Great Hall. The cavernous space had been transformed into a glittering, snow-capped winter wonderland and the school spirit and sense of genuine enjoyment amongst both the students and professors had been immense. Over 3/4 of the original student body had elected to attend and the atmosphere of unity and kinship was undeniable and admirable. Draco and I happily soaked up the festivities, barely leaving each other's sides the entire evening. We danced, ate, drank (including sneaky intoxicating tipples that Draco had enabled us by way of a hidden flask of Firewhiskey in the inner pocket of his blazer), talked with our friends, shared kisses and had an incredible time, in a way that I think no one had since the Dark Lord's final stand over half a year before.
We now stood side by side, Draco's arm draped protectively around my shoulders, mine loosely snaking his waist as we trudged along the darkened corridors towards the Slytherin common room. I quickly realised that the late hour along with one too many sneaky sips from Draco's concealed flask and a bit too much dancing had finally caught up with me, as my head gave a momentary but profound swirl as we approached the portrait hole. My fingers were numb, my legs slightly wobbly and even though I was still perfectly conscious of my surroundings and beyond happy, my equilibrium eventually crumbled. Giving a conspicuous sway sideways, Draco quickly clutched at me with both hands, propping me upright against his adjacent shoulder.
"Oop! Steady on there, madam," he chuckled, flashing me a teasing smile, "right, no more drinkies for you tonight I think."
"I'm good, I'm good," I slurred, smirking crookedly up at him as I straightened myself slowly, "I'm not that bad. It's these bloody heels. Trust me, if I was properly pissed, I'd be on the floor by now."
The elderly wizard in the painting that guarded the hole gave a subtle chuckle and polite cough as he awaited the password.
"Pureblood..." Draco responded, loosening his tie with one hand, planting a playful slap on my rump with the other as the painting swung to the side, "...ahhh, is that what it is then? Not your level of ability, or in this case, inability, to hold your Firewhiskey?"
"Draco Malfoy!" I protested with a laugh as we stepped into the common room, "I am NOT drunk! Tipsy maybe...but not drunk! And whilst we're going down the avenue of personal insults, remind me again, why precisely am I with you?"
"My smouldering good looks, of course." Draco replied, another smirk curling the corner of his mouth, "not to mention a pile of galleons in Gringotts the size of a mountain troll. And a cock that makes you squeal like a stuck pig."
I rolled my eyes dramatically, unable not to grin.
"Oh yes! Of course!" I exclaimed loudly, slapping my forehead with my palm, "How stupid of me! Pardon my ignorance. And here I was thinking that you were the dumb blonde."
I jumped slightly, letting out a surprised yelp as another playful slap of Draco's hand contacted my arse.
"Harsh..." he purred. He feigned offence, pursing his lips slightly but his ever remaining smirk betrayed his true feelings. We always teased each other like this. And we both loved it.
"But fair..." I replied, giving a cavalier flick of my brow as I flashed him the devilish smile that he liked so much. It was Draco's turn to roll his eyes now as he slowly shook his head at me with a smile, before turning me in his arms, his hands coming up to cup my flushed cheeks as I continued to grin up at him.
"My god, you're an idiot. And a tipsy idiot at that. A silly, silly mudblood drunk on Firewhiskey."
With a smirk, I poked the tip of my tongue out at him. The term which for so many years had been used as such a cutting, vile insult no longer bothered me. I knew Draco only ever used it now just to goad me. There was no way that he meant it in a malicious way. Not anymore. Not after everything.
"Mmmm maybe..." I smiled in reply, "but I'm your idiot. And your silly, silly mudblood. And don't you forget it."
Our bodies were so close together that I could feel the warmth radiating between us, the familiar scent of mint combined with the spicy alcohol we had been sharing lingering on his breath.
"So...could I make an educated, if slightly tiddled, guess..." I began, Draco's eyes remaining locked to mine, "...that you're not in the slightest bit sleepy yet?"
"Not at all,' Draco purred, his face softening, his eyes darkening somewhat, "but first, I want to know what the perfume is that you're wearing..."
I swallowed slowly, deeply, finally letting my inane grin slip from my face.
"Why?"
I felt Draco rest his hand on my hip then, pulling me even closer to him, filling the minuscule gap that remained between us so that our bodies pressed flush together.
"Because it's doing things to me."
With that, he bent forward and, stroking my delicate drop earring out of the way, touched the tip of his nose to the sensitive point of skin beneath my ear. I shivered slightly as a loose lock of his silver-blonde hair brushed my cheek and slowly, I drew in another breath.
"What things?" I purred, concentrating hard to not crumble too soon and accost him right then and there in the middle of the empty common room.
"It's... provoking. Entrancing..." His face inched ever closer to mine so that the tips of our noses and lips were very nearly touching by the time he uttered his last word.
"Arousing."
The tip of his tongue flashed out to wet his lower lip and that was it.
Without a single thought more, I seized his collar lapels in both my hands and pulled him to me, smashing our lips together. Draco quickly mirrored my movements, opening his mouth and pressing me tight against him, one hand sliding to the small of my back, the other clutching the back of my hair. A silent gasp echoed between our desiring, hot kisses, our arms snaking each other, mine encircling Draco's neck, as he slid his hands up, his palms clutching my cheeks once more, our haunches pressed against each other as he caged me with his body, the fire crackling before us, our elongated shadows dancing on the walls around us.
I captured Draco's tongue with desperate movements and he thrust his knee between my legs, against the silky skirt of my gown, making me pant in desire. Guiding me, his hands still clasped on my cheeks as he walked skilfully backwards, we somehow managed to find the foot of the short stone staircase leading to the dormitories. I didn't actually remember climbing the stone stairs up to the darkened landing but it couldn't have taken more than 5 whole seconds from our feet leaving the carpet of the common room floor before we catapulted ourselves also up the additional short flight up to the separate prefects' dorm mezzanine, and found ourselves, in front of the door to Draco's room.
With his lips still not leaving mine, Draco grappled with the knob, before kicking the door open and together, we stumbled into the dark room, the beginnings of our clothes dropping to the floor as we went. By the time the door swung shut, my shawl, and Draco's tie and blazer already lay upon the floor.
"You've been waiting for this, haven't you?" Draco purred through the shadowy darkness as he began unclasping and unzipping the back of my dress, my fingers flicking open the buttons of the front of his dress shirt at the same time. In a matter of seconds, he had loosened the bodice and then dragged the wide straps down off my shoulders, dipping his head to kiss and suck at the exposed flesh. He paused only briefly to shake off his own shirt before returning to caress my rapidly heating skin.
"As much as you." I answered pulling him back into a breathless kiss, my hands already working their way to his trousers.
While he gripped my arse, I had his trousers open then at his ankles in the blink of an eye. Sinking to my knees, my fingers and hands slid and roamed, touching every inch of his pale, tightly toned skin that they could reach. Draco let out a soft gasp and buried his hands in my dark hair, caressing my tresses and the skin of the back of my neck gently but possessively. With another soft grunt, he shuffled slightly to step out of his trousers, shoes and socks, kicking them aside before waiting to see what I did next. With my lover standing before me, I certainly wasn't inclined to stand up again that quickly. I smirked up at Draco before grabbing his pert arse cheeks with both of my hands. Slowly, I began licking and kissing his flat belly, penetrating his navel with my tongue and receiving a deep-throated, guttural groan in reply that I couldn't help but chuckle at in smug satisfaction.
I teased him for a good while, licking, kissing and stroking, down and down, until I, at last, reached his semi-erection that was begging for attention. With a curled smile, I started massaging it with my tongue through the fabric of his boxers, much to Draco's mounting pleasure and frustration. When he was completely hardened, I teasingly stripped his pants down the length of his legs and immediately started to evoke and caress his throbbing cock with my mouth.
"Oh, god, yes..." Draco groaned, his hands sliding through my soft curls as the sensations starting to swamp him. Glancing up, I saw him sink his teeth into his bottom lip to prevent another loud moan and I couldn't help but smile around his cock as I cradled it in my mouth. I licked his full length, my lips soft, my tongue warm and wet, stimulating the most sensitive areas that I knew drove him absolutely crazy. I knew he wanted me to keep going and I knew for sure I wanted to keep going. However, I also knew that Draco was not one to relinquish control so easily, especially where pursuits of the flesh were concerned. I evoked a few more moans from him before, sure enough, he stiffened himself and pulled back from me.
"Aaah... ugh... no... babe... wait... stop!" he murmured, sliding a hand under my chin, raising my mouth gently from him. "If you keep going, I'm gonna come before we've even started."
Panting softly, he took both of my hands in his and raised me to my feet, pulling me into another deep kiss. I felt his hand dance down my thigh before disappearing beneath the swathing skirt of my dress. I let out a soft gasp as his skilled fingers stroked over the damp material of the front of my knickers, his other returning to its pursuit on the bodice of my dress which he was slowly but possessively pulling down as he continued to kiss me. As one lace-covered breast peeked from the bodice, he panted and purred against my mouth, causing a shiver to ripple down my spine.
"My turn."
In a few short moments, he had stripped my gown completely off, dropping it to pool in a shimmering puddle at my feet. My bra quickly followed, my breasts tumbling free before he sank to his knees and pulled down the very last piece of cloth, that of my damp, fragrant knickers.
With a rumbling growl at the sight and scent, he gazed up, flashing me a predatory grin of his sharp white teeth as I stepped out of the spindly garment letting him casually toss them aside. His hands found the backs of my bare thighs, then the mounds of my arse and with a groan, he pulled me towards him so that my belly was nearly resting against his inclined head. With skilled thumbs, he parted me gently open and began placing wet, hot kisses and gentle, teasing licks all over my exposed cunt. I was already feeling myself fall under his trance when he took me fully into his mouth a moment later, with an almost obscene groan of pleasure. He was rewarded with a deep moan, followed by breathless gasps as I clutched desperately at his blonde hair. He didn't have to work long though. Through the all-night foreplay, the alcohol, the teasing, the bubbling arousal, the kissing and the previous touches of his hands against me, I was already on the edge of orgasm.
"Ngggh... ohhhh fuck, Draco! Stop, stop, stop!" I breathed desperately, scrunching up my eyes in desperation to repress my climax as I clenched his hair hard. I heard him chuckle.
"Not that easy, is it?" Draco purred teasingly and received a sneering smile as I looked down on him.
"You're a prick..." I groaned.
"Not yet," he rumbled, rising to his feet as he dipped his lips back down to recapture mine, "but that can be arranged."
A moment later, we landed on the shimmering black covers of his bed, Draco on top of me, our kisses wild and breathless as we rubbed and slid against each other.
"So... how do you wanna be fucked tonight then, my love?" he growled, his lips slipping from mine, our gazes locked together, black and blown with pleasure and desire.
I had a feeling that he already knew what the answer was going to be but I loved the fact that he asked me anyway.
"I think you already know, my darling," I purred, smiling seductively up at the beautiful man looming above me. "You do it so well after all. Mr. Slytherin King. The high and mighty Malfoy of Hogwarts."
Draco gave a soft, rumbling chuckle again, leaning down to kiss me once more before he pulled slowly back and sat back on to his haunches.
"Well...what the hell are you waiting for then? On your knees...my Queen."
I raised myself up with more than a little effort, letting Draco shuffle up behind me, his hands finding my hips, guiding me, adjusting me until he was kneeling between my open thighs. He slid his hands down, massaging and caressing the mounds of my naked backside for a moment before he lowered his lips to lay hot sucking kisses down my pale skin, tracing the pebbled line of my spine with the point of his hot tongue, my whole body shivering and shuddering in desire and barely concealed, bubbling want under his ministrations.
"Oh god..." I groaned desperately, my head arching back, my eyes lolling shut as I clenched my fingers into the heavy duvet, '...I hate you and I love you so much right about now...'
I heard Draco chuckle again from behind me.
"I know," he rumbled, pausing as he leant forward, his bare chest pressing against my back, his cheek brushing mine as he nibbled at my earlobe. His breath was hot against the side of my face.
"You hate it, don't you? Do you want me to stop?"
I groaned, turning my face slightly so that I could look into his pale grey eyes, only mere millimetres from mine, our lips grazing together.
"Don't you fucking dare..." I hissed firmly.
He smirked teasingly at me, then, without hesitation, pressed his lips hard and full to mine. As our lips remained firmly locked, our mouths, our tongues hungrily plundering together, I felt Draco slide his hands back down my body to grip my hips once more before, with one smooth movement, he pulled my lower half gently backwards as he pushed forward and at last, impaled me on his rock hard cock. Our groans of accord melted into each other's mouths as we joined, his length filling me right up to the hilt. A moment later, his lips slid from mine and we began moving slowly, his warm hands gripping and guiding my hips as he pumped slow and deep into me from behind, drawing a moan or groan or gasp from my throat, the heat spreading through my loins and rising up higher and higher in my belly with every languid, plunging thrust.
It didn't take long before our motions began to move apace, Draco's cock starting to plunge into me harder and deeper as I pushed back to meet his every deep blissful movement, both of us groaning and gasping in blissful abandon, thrusting and grinding hard and unashamed against each other, not a care of how much noise we were making or what the hell we must sound like. His hands gripped and guided my hips, moving around to massage my breasts, rake through my hair and to brush his nimble digits against the throbbing, slick bead of my clit, whilst I clenched the duvet hard, holding on for dear life against his motions and in anticipation of the momentous climax that I knew was soon to flood through me.
We came almost in unison, our groans and cries of pleasure rising high and very loud to the canopy above the bed, Draco's hands clenching my hips hard as he thrust deep into me, pumping me with the hot flood of his climax, whilst I exploded beneath him, my core melting from the inside out. My pussy dripped, my back arched, my head snapping back, my walls clenching tight and hot around his length as I milked every drop of him into me. Sweat streamed down my spine and between my breasts, both of us continuing to groan with absolute abandon, relishing the last quivering motions of Draco within me and me wrapped around him, before I finally loosened with a shuddering, guttural moan and collapsed face down into the mattress, Draco crumbling gently on top of me.
Draco was already awake when I opened my eyes the next morning, both of us still naked and curled up snugly together in his big comforting bed. The warmth of his chest melded into my back as he continued to spoon me from behind, holding me as close as possible, a soft smile greeting me as I glanced dreamily back at him over my shoulder. With a tender rub of his nose against mine and a gentle kiss from his lips, I giggled softly and then nestled back down, snuggled into my Draco's embrace and closed my eyes once more. It was now December 23rd.
It had been a very long year. But at last, the world was starting to make sense once more. Classes were over and it was our last free day in the castle before we were due to catch the Hogwarts Express back home to London, for the Christmas holidays. And I was determined to spend every single second of it wrapped in the arms of the one person I loved more than anything or anyone, in both the wizarding and muggle worlds. Draco Lucius Malfoy.
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