The Importance of Chocolate | By : sodapops Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 6643 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or
anything associations. I own the plot
and nothing more, though I’d love a nice slab of Honeyduke’s
chocolate.
The Importance of
Chocolate
Great.
Perfect.
An urgent
hiss caught her attention.
“Stop moving around Granger,
stop!”
“What about Harry and Ron?”
“They’ll be fine; I saw them duck
inside the canyon.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah…”
Though
Lord Voldemort was demolished not an hour ago, the destruction was still
evident: curses wrecked havoc as rampant Death Eaters fought for their
lives. Almost everybody had lost
somebody, and Hermione thought it no less than a miracle that their little trio
had survived throughout the whole ordeal.
Without a wand or any guidance, she desperately hoped that Malfoy had
his on him. She most definitely didn’t
want to freeze in these underground ruins.
A strange
tinkling sound filled their ears, and the screams of one of the grandest wars
in the history of wizardkind were dulled, whether by the underground passage
itself or by the light’s victory, one wasn’t so sure.
The darkness
and the war took a toll on almost all of them.
Being too young to understand, but old enough to fight, the reign of
darkness strengthened them and bonded them to each other in a way that only
facing death could. Like any war
however, there was heartache and betrayal from the ones who were trusted
unconditionally: Seamus Finnigan, Percy Weasley, Cho
Chang...
The train
of thought was too depressing for Hermione, and joy filled her instead, knowing
that Voldemort would never haunt them again.
The biggest obstacle in her life was overcome less than an hour ago, and
she felt the need to celebrate.
“Malfoy, we should be
celebrating.”
“We’re stuck underground, I have a
broken wand, you have a non-existant wand, the hell
we’ve been putting up with for five years has just ended, we’re missing the
most important moment of our lives, our friends
are out there shagging, partying and getting pissed, and we’re stuck in a CAVE…you think we should CELEBRATE?”
For one
very agitated Hermione Granger, the idea of celebrating was suddenly an extreme
turn-off at this point in her life.
“We’re missing a worldwide
piss-up, aren’t we?”
Grunt.
“It’s all over, isn’t it?”
Grunt.
“You’ve done a lot for the order
you know. If they were here, they’d be
so grateful and-”
“Granger, please don’t even
try. 4am is quite a bit past
my beauty regime curfew, and we’re probably going to die here within the next
three hours if the sun decides to surpass warming this c-cold shithole.”
“Oh.”
She had
just noticed the state of dress of herself and Malfoy. The fastening of his mutilated robe was no
longer functional, and the button-up shirt was most definitely too thin for
winter. His normally pale face was
turning an odd shade as his dragon-hide battle boots tapped the loose gravel in
an effort to keep himself warm.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Her eyes
scanned the mysterious place that they literally fell into, subconsciously
trying to shield her ears from the incessant clicks emitted by Malfoy’s sexy boots against the stone floor. In the dim lighting, shrubbery could be seen from
above as well as an incision in the cave wall, leading to a dark passage. The windy draft tickled her forehead, her
fringe lightly brushing her skin.
“Malfoy can we walk and try to
find a way out?”
“We don’t have wands, and there’s
no light. Just how do you expect to find
a way out without getting killed in the process?”
“Look, ferret. I am not going to stay in this hellhole and
wait till I freeze to death. Are you coming
or not?”
Lifting
an eyebrow and smirking, he followed her and tread wearily, holding his broken
wand out ready.
“Not a bad idea, Granger. The gravel might hurt a bit though.”
The
wrathful look she sent in his direction would have been enough to violently
strip wallpaper, had he not been feeling the effect she had on him, sending
little caressing shivers to pass through his numb, cold body.
Bravely squeezing
into the dark crevice in the wall, she gasped as a droplet of ice cold water
was felt against her bare skin. Feeling
slightly guilty looking at her freezing body wearing nothing more than a torn
t-shirt and a pair of jeans, he shrugged off his cloak against his body’s will
and draped it over her shoulders.
Gasping
again at the sudden sensation of warmth and heavy material, she turned around
and stuttered her thanks, ignoring Draco’s slight blush and purposefully
disinterested shrug.
They
walked on in companionable silence as the sound of water amplified. The crumbling gravel disappeared the more
they walked, being replaced by a smoother type of stone.
Walking
seemed to have a calming and warming effect on Draco, who was no longer shaking
with rage or muttering obscenities. They
were both lost in their thoughts and ponderings, wondering how long they had to
find a way out before freezing to death.
“What the hell is that noise
Granger?”
“Our rations it seems. Be a bit more polite or you might just find
yourself starving.”
At this,
she pulled out everything from her pocket: a watch, a tin of after-dinner
mints, and a bar of Honeyduke’s Chocolate.
“Brat…”
Hermione
continued walking with her nose in the air, until they reached a turn which
they simultaneously bumped into. Feeling
along the wall, they came to what they found to be a dead end.
“Far out, I’m going to torture whichever Death Eater trapped
us in here.”
“Don’t be ashamed to cry,
Granger.”
That was
definitely the last straw, as she turned to face him, balling her fists into
the material of his shirt, and slamming him against the dead-end wall with all
her strength. With each shove, her
screams got louder and louder.
“Shut the fuck up Malfoy, I did not fight my way through this war for
five years just to have me fucking die in this hole with you and your mockery.
Either you shut your stinking trap for Merlin’s sake, or I – will – hurt - you, asshole!”
In the
blink of an eye, they both tumbled along with the crumbling cave wall into a
completely different part of the cave.
Draco lay
on the floor with a dumbstruck expression, ignoring the fact that Hermione had
already dusted herself off and was holding out a hand to help him up. Hermione seemed to have knocked him dumb, as
he now lay on the floor unable to believe how mad he’d made her, and how much
she just turned him on.
Clearing
his throat and taking her offered hand, he assessed how much damage they’d done
and how glad he was to see this less dank and dark part of the cave. They were in some sort of clearing with a gap
at the top, the rays of light signifying dawn, as bits of it streamed into the
cave.
“A bit frustrated, Granger? I’m a bit glad I got you all worked up. Now we have a better chance of actually not
dying. Bravo.”
She
resignedly retreated to a corner on her own, hoping that the sun would soon be
all the way up and that somebody would come and rescue her. The cold was starting to really get to her,
as she couldn’t feel her fingers anymore.
Taking out the mints, she began to slowly eat them, waiting for them to
warm her. Feeling slightly guilty for
eating the rations herself, she rattled the tin to warn Draco and tossed them
to him.
Draco
sucked on the mint, all the while shaking almost violently and turning blue.
“Granger, we’re going to freeze in
less than an hour.”
“Can you find us a way out of here?”
He stood
up and walked briskly across the room, seating himself next to her on her
slab-of-stone-couch.
“What’re you doing?”
“Body heat Granger, we’re going to
freeze.”
“And you think I want to share
body heat with you?”
“You’re a Gryffindor, so I assure
you that you do. It’s self-preservation,
Granger.”
Feeling
slightly bad about being so stubborn and seeing him like this, she pulled
Draco’s torn cloak from around her shoulder and draped it over both of
them. It was his turn to be shocked, and
glad that she was a Gryffindor to the core.
Hermione
stared intently at her watch, trembling and tearing from the cold. Draco had been nodding off for a few minutes
now, and was starting to worry her.
“Please stay awake, Draco, they’ll
be here soon. You’ve still got your
wand, they’ll track us!”
He tried
to grin, managing to only lean his head onto the crook of Hermione’s neck
before collapsing. Swearing and urging
him to wake up, she wrapped the cloak tighter around them and put some mints
into his mouth, hoping the sugar would wake him. Shaking him violently, he began to stir and
shake once more.
“Damn it G-Granger, we’re going to
fucking die in here.”
“Draco, be p-positive. We’ll find a way to – what are you doing?”
He smiled
charmingly at her, before planting a tender kiss on her neck, kissing a trail
upward towards her lips.
“Sharing body heat, self
preservation, whatever you’d like to call it really.”
With that
he brushed his lips over hers, before deepening the kiss and pulling her closer
to him, wrapping the cloak more tightly around them.
The
numbness in his body slowly ebbed away, being replaced by an excited buzz. The warmth radiating off both their bodies boosted
their energy and offered a huge relief from their previously near-hypothermic
states.
Hermione’s
hands left his neck, bringing him back to reality, but before he could protest
she began to fumble with the buttons of his shirt. With her renewed senses, she could smell him:
an odd combination of cologne, sweat, earth and mint. She wanted nothing more than to shag him
senseless, and growled as his two middle buttons wouldn’t budge against her
cold fingers. Pushing him down onto the
stone slab, she straddled him and proceeded to rip his shirt open, sending the
middle two buttons flying to the other side of their stone chamber.
Once
again, he was shocked into arousal by her wildcat behaviour. Their need to preserve their body heat made
the removal of clothing slightly awkward, their clothing undone yet still
on. She was straddling him without a
stitch of clothing on, the cloak around her shoulders covering them both like a
thick blanket. However, she had left his
open shirt on him, as she began to kiss his neck and trail her cold fingers
over his chest, nipples and stomach.
“Granger…you know we’re going to
have to last right?”
Raising
her eyebrow delicately, she teased “you
normally have that problem?”
Glaring
up at her, he suddenly closed his eyes and moaned as she slowly ground her
delicate body against the front of his trousers. The sight of him losing control in front of
her made her groan. His eyes were
closed, and he was breathing deeply. His
gorgeous hair was splayed against his forehead and the stone slab, his lips
flushed and swollen. Not being able to
resist them, she lowered her head and locked them into a frenzied kiss, whilst
rubbing against him deliciously and making him moan so erotically.
She had
never thought that Malfoy of all people could look this sensual, and grinned
into the kiss as she unfastened his belt and began unbuckling his pants.
“I always thought of you as the
boxers type,” she
teased as she pushed his pants down his legs roughly, smirking at the scarlet
boxers.
“Sure you don’t belong in
Gryffindor, Malfoy?”
“Speak for yourself Granger. I would’ve never thought of you as the kinky,
wildcat type. If we weren’t dying in
here, I would have even thought that you set us up for this. I guess it’s true what they say about the quiet
ones being-”, and
at that Draco mewled, Hermione’s cold hand wrapping around his straining
erection.
He
flushed and gulped as she began pumping him slowly, his cock giving a twitch as
she teased her tongue around the slit to lap up the gathering pre-come.
Gritting
his teeth, his voice was strained and husky.
“As m-much as I love this Granger,
s-stop teasing. We need to last…this.”
Giving
him a quick peck on the lips, she lowered herself on top of him and guided him
in. The contact was so blissful and warm
that they both had to suppress a shiver, while keeping a slow pace.
“So Granger…what’s your favorite
color?”
“W-What?”
“Conversation, holding back, takes
mind off…”
“Oh...umm…red.”
They
paused for a moment, just holding each other and savoring the warmth and
intimacy. After catching their breaths,
they went back to shagging at a slow pace.
“Alright Draco, distractions. We need distractions. A question each?”
At his
grunt of approval, she began the first.
“Any pets?”
“Owl, her name’s Jasmine. Didn’t n-name her, obviously. Okay…favorite ice cream?”
“M-Mint Choc Chip…D-Draco s-stop
I’m…ohh…I’m going to-.”
Painfully
stopping himself against his body’s will, Draco panted
and did the first thing that came to mind to take their own minds off their
lustful shagging.
“Granger, c-can I have some mint or
chocolate?”
She took
a huge gulp of breath and tossed him the mint, taking one for herself. The
frustration was building up inside them, and she could feel it. She could feel him trembling, and knew that
they needed their release…but at what cost?
Sharing some
mints together and saving the chocolate for later when they would need to
regain their energy, she began to kiss him tenderly again. Her lips trailed down her jaw, and suckled on
his thin neck. The sight of him was
arousing her, and the thought of not being able to shag him without abandon
nearly brought tears of frustration to her eyes.
Holding
her tightly, Draco began to rock against her again. Their questions were now coming out in
incoherent whimpers, the need for fulfillment taking over them. Trying his best to resist the temptation, the
friction and heat caused him to completely lose control, and he switched their
positions, spreading the cloak over the slab of stone and laying her down on
top of it with her legs spread wantonly.
She was the most beautiful he had ever seen her, radiating femininity
with her eyes closed and body arching into his, as their tempo increased,
rocking against each other. Their moans and
pants rebounded off the walls, as their desperate whines challenged each other
to lose control first.
Not being
able to slow down any further, she closed her mouth on his neck, her nails
digging into his back as she ground herself against him without abandon.
“M-Merlin, Draco I’m…I-think
I’m-oh!”
With one
last languid arch of her back, her body trembled with her orgasm, while holding
Draco so tightly on top of her body that he felt every shiver and heard every
moan from her shaking body. The erotic
sight of Hermione Granger coming undone before him pushed him over the edge,
his body convulsing violently and blacking his vision out temporarily with his
climax.
Sitting
up and wrapping his cloak tightly around them, he held her tightly to him as
they caught their breaths, unbelieving of what had just happened. Placing a tender kiss on her forehead and
collarbone, he began to put her bra and t-shirt back onto her fatigued
body. Smiling at Draco Malfoy’s sweet gesture, she buttoned his shirt back up for
him, giggling at the gap that the previous two stubborn buttons occupied.
Dressed
and still in shock, they held each other under the thick cloak, the morning
light peering through the gap at the top of the stone chamber. Sighing nervously and wondering if they were
going to get rescued, she snuggled closer to Draco’s warm body and hoped that
they would not turn cold any time soon. Smirking
at Draco and pulling out the bar of Honeyduke’s
chocolate, they jumped in surprise at the sound of two recognized loud
pops. Preparing themselves
and not hoping for too much, Hermione nearly cried in happiness when she saw
which two people it was that decided to pay them a visit.
Slightly
shocked at seeing Hermione and Draco holding each other tightly under his cloak
while almost sharing her beloved chocolate, Harry and Ron
accepted the huge hug from Hermione and the bemused handshake from Draco,
before being transported back to warm, blissful civilization to get themselves
checked out by Madam Pomfrey, the Order’s trusted
nurse.
The
general check-up lasted no more than an hour, yet the paperwork for the Order
of Merlin First Class took no less than a week, possibly the busiest in her
life. There was everything from job
offers, the media, to self-pampering and de-stressing sessions with the Ginny
to compliment the end of a war that had lasted the whole of her life till the
previous week.
The
paperwork finally finished, and she greatly looked forward to receiving the
actual Order of Merlin at the presentation dinner of a lifetime. The day consisted of shopping with Ginny and
spa indulgence. Both sharing giggles
about living in a time of the greatest freedom so far in their lives and what
they planned to do, they bumped into Draco inside an uptown boutique.
“Hey Draco, excited about getting
your Order of Merlin tonight?”
“Weasley,
odd seeing you here.
Yeah sure, I’m just here…umm…getting a shirt mended…yes…bye, see you
tonight,”
stuttered Draco as he slipped out of the shop clutching a blue shirt in his
hand.
“I swear ‘Mione,
don’t you think he just keeps getting weirder and weirder? Hermione?”
“Huh?”
Seeing
Hermione’s face stare at Malfoy’s retreating figure with his still ruined shirt
in his hand, Ginny had the audacity to raise her eyebrows and smirk at her.
The juicy
wink Hermione received from Ginny made her blush slightly and suppress the
memory of the night. Glaring playfully
at Ginny, they continued shopping, before coincidently bumping into Draco at Honeyduke’s, causing them both to ignore each other out of
slight embarrassment.
The rest
of the day was completely forgotten, and soon enough the seven Order of Merlin
First Class receivers sat around a cosy table,
clutching their medals with pride and awe and chatting animatedly, feeling free
for the first time ever.
“So ‘Mione,
I heard from two anonymous sources that you and Malfoy spent four hours
together sharing his cloak and your beloved
chocolate. Is this true?” exclaimed Ginny, a bit too
loudly.
Blushing
slightly, she glared at Ginny before resuming her conversation with Ron and
Harry, completely ignoring Draco who was seated directly in front of her.
Her
graphic thoughts were once again on Draco.
The taste of his pre-come as her tongue darted out to lap at and tease the
slit of his quivering cock, the feel of Draco’s tongue caressing her lips and
circling her clit…the wetness currently dampening her knickers under her short
skirt was beginning to worry her, and she blushed before rejoining
conversation.
Finishing
the nicest meal she’d had since the death of her parents, she took slow sips of
her wine, before choking and coughing upon hearing somebody order a mint choc
chip ice cream. Looking up, Draco was
smirking back at her, his eyes gesturing toward the door with a slight pink
tinge to his cheeks.
“See you soon guys, I’m heading to
the bathroom,”
murmured Hermione as she slowly walked out of the expensive function center
ballroom, careful to pull her dress a bit lower to cover more of her thighs.
Chatting
resumed as usual, until the desserts came.
Tipping the waiter generously, Draco pulled out a slightly crumpled bar
of Honeyduke’s chocolate from his pocket and the mint
choc chip ice cream, excusing himself.
With a
final wink at Ginny and the shocked faces of Harry and Ron, he began walking
toward the door.
After
all, Honeyduke’s chocolate should never go unfinished.
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