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Specs and Speculation	By : soldiersgirl0709 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 21185 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Specs and Speculation
By: Snapes_Goddess

What is it about a man in glasses? Hermione wondered as she stared across the university library at the bespectacled young man leaning over a potions journal. Of course it wasn’t just any man in glasses that got her engine purring, after all Harry wore specs and she didn’t find him the slightest bit sexy, though she could admit that he was cute in a wholesome sort of way. No, it was definitely intelligent men in glasses that got her all hot and juicy. Especially that man in glasses.

By all accounts Draco Malfoy was off limits. Or at least he should be given his past behavior. He was an arrogant little prick with an ego the size of the moon, or at least he had been. She was beyond surprised the day he strolled into the same charms lecture she was in, she didn’t think he would attend university, it wasn’t as if he needed a career, the Malfoy family was ridiculously wealthy. What was even more surprising was that he smiled at her, and it wasn’t that sneering ‘I’m better than you’ smile either, but a genuine ‘Hello, nice to see you’ smile.

She had been unable to tear her eyes away from him as he took a seat three seats down and withdrew his composition book and a quill. Who was this man and what had he done with Malfoy? She found herself tensing and her hand reaching for her wand to protect herself from the unknown, sure that he would strike at her any moment. But her defensiveness eased away when he reached into the inside pocket of his robes and withdrew a pair of black framed spectacles and slid them on. Her brow furrowed as her indifference suddenly turned to interest.

She was so caught off guard by the sight of him in the specs that when the professor called on her she had to scramble for an answer that only half made sense. How in the bloody hell had Draco Malfoy made her lose focus? He too was baffled by her uncharacteristic behavior and had turned to give her a curious stare, causing her to lose her breath at the sight of those beautiful baby blue eyes surrounded by black rectangular frames.

Since then she often watched him, in class and out. They socialized on occasion and were study partners in Arithmancy, though she did more daydreaming than work. It was the bloody specs that did it. They seemed out of place on a creature as arrogant as Malfoy, she never thought he would wish to mar his perfect visage with something as gauche as a pair of glasses. She certainly never thought she would find them so gods damned appealing. It was MALFOY for the love of Circe! Malfoy, the boy who tormented and tortured her for seven long years! Yet she couldn’t help but fantasize about him.

Hermione Granger was many things, but a prude she was not. She had spent the summer after the war shagging her brains out with Ronald Weasley. While he wasn’t big on brains he made up for it by being ‘gifted’ in other areas. But unfortunately what he had between his legs didn’t make up for what he lacked between the ears and in the end they agreed that they couldn’t be what the other needed. She missed the sex though, maybe that was why she couldn’t stop staring at Malfoy, she was horny, it had been a year since she had last bounced around with Ron over the summer holiday. He was still good for an occasional roll in the proverbial hay, a side benefit of their friendship, at least it had been until he had found a new girlfriend. Hermione might not be a prude but she wasn’t a whore, she didn’t sleep with just any wizard to get her rocks off, she needed some sort of connection.

She did have a connection with Malfoy…sort of. A shared past, even if it wasn’t all that great, was a connection. She watched him run his fingers through his shaggy hair and then push his glasses on top of his head and rub his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. She immediately felt the tingling heat between her thighs and squeezed her legs together in a futile effort to appease it. Damn it, her knickers were going to be soaked, she would probably have to remove them before walking back to her dorm. Draco sighed and sat back in his chair, whipping the specs off of his head and nibbling on the end of one arm while he jotted down notes on a piece of paper. Oh how she wanted those straight white teeth to nibble on her. Another little jolt went through her sex and her panties went from slightly damp to wet and sticky in a flash causing her to make a little whimpering sound of distress.

Draco looked up and stared at her with a puzzled expression. He could see that she was staring at him, had felt her eyes on him the entire time he had been in the library. She stared at him a lot, actually and for the life of him he didn’t understand. Was she afraid he was going to hurt her? They had been at University together for a year and a half, study partners and dare he say…friends? Surely she knew that he wouldn’t harm her, he wasn’t the same boy from Hogwarts with daddy issues, acting out in search of acceptance. He was his own man now, with his own ideals and his own goals for his life and they didn’t include hurting witches, no matter how strangely they behaved.

“Alright, Granger, why are you staring at me?” He asked, sliding his specs back into place so that he could see her clearly. She was a rather cute witch with her messy curls twisted into a clip on the back of her head and her rumpled long sleeved t-shirt and denim skirt. From where he sat he could see beneath her table, could watch as she stretched those luscious legs and catch every shift of her skirt. She had no idea that he was watching, waiting for her thighs to open just a little more and give him a glimpse of what lay beneath the denim.

“Oh…I didn’t mean to,” she said, blushing to the roots of her hair.

“Sure you didn’t,” he scoffed. “What was that noise for, are you upset about something?”

“Um…I’m not finding the information I need about Moonstones and their potential relevance in curing vampirism,” she lied. Draco knew she was lying and he found it rather amusing. The flush staining her neck and cheeks was telling, as was the way she rubbed her thighs together beneath the table. If he wasn’t mistaken Ms. Hermione Granger was turned on…by him.

“Is that right?” He smirked, smugness mixed with arousal coursed through him. If she was up for it he certainly wasn’t about to turn her down. Hell, he could use some stress relief. “I might be able to help you there, Granger.”

“Help me with what?” She asked, her voice hoarse and her mind distracted by the incessant throbbing between her legs.

“I can help you with your little problem,” he said, wetting his lips with his tongue and causing her to make that little whimpering noise again. He rather liked that soft, sexy sound and couldn’t help but wonder if she was a screamer. He certainly hoped so. “Of course you’ll have to accompany me into the stacks.”

“The stacks?” The library stacks were an infamous ‘nookie’ spot for adventurous lovers. The way her body was responding she wouldn’t make it to the stacks without leaving a little trail behind her. It was embarrassing to be so aroused by something as simple as a man in glasses. No, not a man I glasses, Draco in glasses. It was definitely a reaction to Draco in glasses and the sooner she acknowledged that fact the better.

“Yes, the stacks…that’s where the best resources are,” he said smiling, “deep in the bowels of the stacks. It’s of course very dark and quiet…and in case you haven’t noticed there is hardly anyone here.” He said, looking around the nearly empty library. “I understand if you don’t trust me enough to go with me given our history…but I am confident that I can give you what you need…if you really want my help that is.”

Was he flirting with her? Hermione wondered as she saw the smirk threatening his lips. He was! Draco Malfoy was flirting with her and he wanted her to follow him into the stacks! He obviously thought that she would refuse, thought that she would be too afraid. Her arousal kicked up with the knowledge that her body was soon going to find some ease for the discomfort it was currently suffering. Draco Malfoy was in for a hell of a surprise.

“And what makes you think that you know what I need, Malfoy?” She asked, her voice raspy but once more sure of herself and her purpose. “What guarantee do I have that I won’t be disappointed with what you show me in the stacks?”

“Call it a hunch.” He said, his grin made him look sexier than any man had a right to and he knew it, used it to his advantage. “Coming?” he asked as he got to his feet and shoved his things into his satchel.

“Why not,” she said following suit, “but if you disappoint me I shall never forgive you. The information I seek is very important…I’m not an easy witch to please.”

“Trust me, Granger, I know just what you need.” He headed towards the back of the library, confident that the witch followed. His cock was painfully hard and twitching in eager anticipation of the games that waited once they arrived in the dark, dusty corners of the stacks. He led her through a heavy wooden door and then down a winding stone staircase lined with flaming torches that ignited before them and extinguished behind them with every level. Deeper and deeper beneath the library they journeyed until the staircase finally ended in the damp, musty bowels of the stacks. He glanced back over his shoulder and saw that she was looking around nervously in the darkened catacombs.

“This library was once a castle, the stacks were once dungeons,” he said, reaching out to wrap his fingers loosely around her wrist.

“Then you must feel right at home down here,” she taunted, letting him tug her deeper into the dimly lit area.

“Back here, in the last cell is where we’ll find it,” he chuckled at her catty remark and pulled her into the room that had once been a holding cell but now held shelves filled with ancient, moldy texts. He pulled her between the very last set of shelving and turned to face her, letting his back slide from his shoulder and onto the floor. “Now…tell me what you really need, Granger, because I know damn good and well that you aren’t having trouble with researching your studies.”

“You’re right, I don’t need your help academically,” she said, letting her own bag fall to the floor forgotten. “But I do need your help, Malfoy, and right now what I need seems far more important that school work.” She reached out and cupped the bulge straining against the front of his trousers, squeezing it firmly. “Mmmm…I think you have just what I need.”

“I don’t think, I know,” he replied. He reached up to remove his glasses but she released his cock and grabbed his wrist.

“No…leave them on,” she said breathlessly, lifting up onto her toes to bump his nose with hers as she pulled his hand down to her hip instead.

“Do you have a fetish, Granger?” He asked, curling his fingers into her hip as he brought his other hand to the back of her head, fisting it in her curls as he jerked her body against his and held her still. “Is that why you stare at me all the time? Do the specs turn you on?” His voice was deeper, rougher and she could feel the hot puffs of his breath against her lips as he spoke.

“I don’t think I’d call it a fetish, but yes…seeing you in the glasses gets me hot…and very wet,” she purred, her tongue sneaking out to tickle his lips.

“How wet?” He asked, nipping at the tip of her tongue when it continued to tease.

“Soaking wet,” she replied. The growl that rumbled in his chest was muffled when his lips slanted over hers and he took her mouth in a passionate, claiming kiss. She surrendered willingly, whimpering and going slack against him as his soft, full lips moved over hers. He nibbled and sucked at her lip, shaping them and learning their contours before his tongue tapped against them, politely begging for entrance. There was no way she could refuse him as she parted her lips and welcomed the slippery intruder, greeting it with her own as they tasted fully of the other. He tasted slightly of coffee and something spicy that she suspected was just him, but whatever it was she wanted more and brought her hands up to thread through his hair and pull him closer, sealing their mouths more firmly together.

She didn’t really think about what she was doing, she was tired of thinking. What she was doing felt incredibly good and all she cared about was living in the moment for a change, and god help her but it was a blissful moment as his tongue slid against hers erotically. The hand that clutched her hip moved down and around, over the round cheeks of her backside, urging her closer as he rubbed his erection against her tummy. She moaned around his tongue, the sound vibrating deliciously between them until he finally released her lips and closed his teeth around her chin gently before moving along her jaw to nibble her ear.

“Take your knickers off,” he breathed into her ear as he traced the shell with the tip of his tongue. He was rewarded with another of those sweet little sighs as she disengaged her hands from his hair and reached beneath her skirt, giving her behind a little shimmy as she worked the light blue cotton over her hips and let them fall to the ground around her ankles and stepped out of them, kicking them to the side near her bag. Her hands immediately began working beneath the grey waffle knit Henley he wore until he felt the cool slide of her fingers against his stomach.

“Oh gods, you are so warm!” She wanted to crawl inside him and absorb the intense heat that radiated from his smooth skin.

“Show me how wet you are,” he ordered softly, his breath hitching a little when her fingertips stroked and circled his nipples. She dragged her nails lightly down the front of his torso as she backed away. It was only a single step backwards before her back hit the bookcase and she was able to lean against it, her feet planted a shoulder width apart. She locked eyes with him and slowly began to inch the skirt up her thighs. He made no effort to hide his reaction or his interest as his chest rose and fell rapidly with his increased rate of breath. He could feel his pulse racing as she inched ever closer to revealing the heaven he soon hoped to immerse himself in. He licked his lips and then let his eyes drop just as the hem skimmed her hips and the soft, shadowed delta appeared.

Her dark curls were meticulously groomed, trimmed and shaped into a perfect little triangle of hair above lips that were smooth and puffy in her arousal and glistening in the flickering torchlight. “Open yourself to me, let me see all of you,” he demanded. She swallowed hard and slid one hand over her lower belly, her middle and index finger sliding through her curls and between the aroused petals of her sex. She whimpered and her eyelids fluttered as her fingertips brushed her clit before she spread her fingers and opened her nether lips to reveal the slick, reddened flesh of her core. “Fucking beautiful,” he groaned, admiring the deep rose color of the flesh and the little blood filled pearl of her clit.

“Draco?” She queried her voice shaky and weak with desire as he stared at her. He edged closer, falling gracefully to his knees in front of her. He breathed deeply of her scent, basking in the sweet, earthy aroma of an aroused woman. He grasped her ankle and guided her to place her foot on the shelf behind her, opening her more fully to him.

“Keep your fingers there, hold yourself open to me,” he rasped, running his hands over the smooth skin of her legs and gently kneading the lush flesh of her thighs. She nearly came right then when he pushed his glasses up on top of his head and leaned forward. He kissed the inside of her bent knee while his fingertips caressed the sensitive skin at the back of the other one. As his lips traversed the inside of her raised leg his fingertips made the journey up the back of the one supporting her until he could run his tongue along the seam where thigh and pelvis joined and his fingertips along the crease where butt met thigh. She was trembling, he could see and feel the shudders racing through her body and he smirked because he knew that it had nothing to do with the cold subterranean location.

He cupped her bottom in one hand and urged her to tilt her hips forward and grasped her thigh with the other as he leaned forward and blew gently on the wet, swollen flesh of her pussy. When she gasped and shuddered harder he extended his tongue and very lightly began to lick up and down, tickling the sensitive inner lips with the very tip of his tongue, tormenting her until she was shaking violently and moaning in torment. Only then did he lick her with long, broad strokes using the flat, rough pad of his tongue to taste her.

“OH.My…” She growled the last word and he couldn’t make it out as a rush of sweet, syrupy fluid washed over his tongue when her curled it into her opening. “Fuck!” She squealed as he tormented her clit with light, fast flicks of his tongue before closing his lips around the little nub and sucking her in and out of his mouth gently. He smiled against her when she came, shaking and throbbing against his mouth. Oh yes, she was most definitely a screamer. Her knees buckled and she folded into his arms, sweaty and panting as she wrapped her arms around his neck and took his lips with hers.

She didn’t shy away from the kiss at all, despite the fact that his lips glistened with her cream and his mouth tasted like sex. She licked his lips, sucking the lower one and suckling his tongue as she trembled against him.

“Merlin, Draco, you are good at that,” she moaned against his lips.

“I’m good at a lot of things, witch,” he purred. “What are you good at?”

Hermione recognized the challenge in his voice and smirked. She grasped his glassed gently by the arms and slid them back in place. “Wait and see,” she whispered, slowly sliding backwards and folding her knees beneath her so that she knelt in front of him. She walked her fingers up his thighs, the muscle lean and tight beneath the denim. “Take your shirt off,” She ordered, tugging on the hem gently.

“It’s cold down here,” he said, grinning as he reached behind his head and grabbed a fist full of cotton and pulled it over his head, tossing it aside. Hermione’s mouth watered as his lean muscled torso was revealed, the smooth pale skin shimmering in the torchlight.

“You’ll be warm enough, trust me,” she said huskily, reaching out to run the backs of her fingers over the tightly muscled wall of his stomach. She bit her lip to hide her smile when his stomach tightened and he held his breath. She slid her fingers beneath the waistband and plucked the button loose then grasped the tab of his zipper and dragged it down, the quiet hiss sounded remarkably loud in the silence. She stopped suddenly, one brow arched high when she saw tiny cartoon dragons adorning his boxers. “Interesting,” she said through her grin. Draco merely smiled and gave her a wink, not at all embarrassed to have been caught in novelty undies. He rose up as the witch wasted no time tugging his jeans and boxers down over his hips, the fabric bunching around his thighs where he was kneeling on the floor.

“Now that is one beautiful cock,” she said in awe as she stared at the proud, ruddy erection pointing up at the ceiling. It was long and thick, the plumy head poking out from the shroud of his foreskin and weeping thick, murky drops of pre-cum . She reached out and grasped him gently in her fist, sliding her palm slowly down, retracting his foreskin completely to reveal the thick head. With the fingers of her other hand she rubbed the drops into the sensitive tip causing him to groan loudly and reach for her, stroking the side of her neck tenderly as she touched him. “I am so going to enjoy this,” she whispered just before she leaned forward and swiped her tongue over the crown of his erection.

“Oh yeah, suck me, Hermione, suck me hard,” he groaned, his hand curling around the back of her neck and applying gentle pressure as she swirled her tongue round and round before closing her lips around him and sucking him deep into the heat of her mouth. “Fuck yes!” He hissed, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as she slid her tight, hot mouth over his shaft, her tongue pressing hard against the throbbing vein pulsing along the underside and tickling the slit the tip. She sucked him in long, slow strokes, her cheeks caving in as she applied suction, her fist milking the base and sliding lower to cradle his balls. She wasn’t a stranger to sucking cock and she was damned good at it, maybe the best he had ever had. “Ugh…stop, stop!” He squeezed the back of her neck and pulled her off of him, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as she pulled her mouth off of him with a long, hard suck that had his cock slipping out of her mouth with an audible ‘pop’.

“My gods, woman!” He exclaimed, his cock twitching in protest at being forcefully removed from the cozy, wet heat of her mouth.

“I don’t mind finishing,” she offered, reaching for him again only to have him stop her before she could grab hold.

“Not this time,” he said, moving awkwardly to his feet with his pants around his knees. He reached for her hands and helped her up, taking her soft, wet lips with his briefly before spinning her around to face the bookcase. “Bend over and put your hands on the shelf,” he whispered harshly against the back of her neck.

She bent at the waist and placed her hands on the shelf in front of her, bracing her self against it as he grabbed her by the hips and adjusted her, kicking her feet apart while he massaged the plump cheeks of her arse. Her knuckles turned white as the head of his cock slid up and down between her slippery folds, nudging against her clit with every pass and making her whimper.

“Merlin, I love that little sound you make…it goes straight to my balls,” he groaned.

“Please…fuck me, you promised to give me what I need and right now I need you in me!” She pushed back towards him only to have him pull back and evade her attempt to impale herself on his cock.

“What’s the rush, Granger?” He held her firmly by the hips and pressed just the tip of his cock into her weeping channel. She moaned and he felt her pulse around him as her greedy pussy tried to suck him in. “God this is going to be good,” he said, “I’ve wanted to fuck you since we were at Hogwarts.” He inched in a little deeper and had to bite down on the inside of his cheek, the pain distracting him from the urge to come.

“Liar…oh gods, deeper, please, Draco…” she begged, throwing her head back and squeezing her eyes shut as an almost painful need shook her body.

“Oh, so it’s Draco now, not Malfoy? I suppose it’s only fair given I’m about to be balls deep inside you,” he leaned over her and reached up to remove the clip from her hair, letting the curtain of curls fall around her shoulders. “And I am not lying to you, I have wanted to fuck you since fifth year, it was impossible then with my father judging my every move and your idiot friends always around….but now…now it’s just you and me.” He drew back and thrust forward hard, sheathing himself completely inside her, forcing a scream of pleasured relief from her lips.

“Yes!” She screamed, shoving her hips back and grinding her ass against his pelvis. He was as deep as he could go, deeper than anyone had ever been before and she wanted more, needed more.

“You have the tightest, hottest pussy I have ever fucked,” he hissed into her ear, his hands sliding around her and beneath her cotton shirt. He caressed the curve of her waist and the soft skin of her belly on his way to her breasts. He pushed the bottom of her bra up until the heavy globes of her breasts fell into his hands, their nipples puckered into tight painful points. “Are you ready?” he asked squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples as he nibbled the back of her neck.

“Yes, oh gods yes!” She moaned, her fists clenching and unclenching on the shelf. She was fully prepared for him to pummel her, for him to drive his cock into her full force. But he drew back slowly and eased back into her just as leisurely. His hips took on an incredible thrust and grind motion, a languid undulation that moved his cock in and out of her, caressing the creamy nerve rich walls of her vagina with every pass. He pressed down on her lower back, encouraging her to arch inward so that her hips cantered up and the tip of his penis stroked her ‘happy spot’ with every thrust and drag motion.

He was groaning, his chest and back shimmering with a fine sheen of sweat as he tried to maintain perfect control over his body. His hands slid over her back and shoulders, curving beneath her to fondle her breasts as they swayed with the motion of his loving. He felt her tighten around him and her body stiffened beneath his hands. Her little whimpers and groans became harsher, more desperate as she rocked her ass back against him.

“Oh yeah…you’re going to come aren’t you?” He growled, quickening his pace and the power of his thrusts just a little. “That’s good…I’m gonna come too, Granger, I’m gonna come hard and I want you with me…I want to feel your pussy sucking me when I come!” His words seemed to be the catalyst she needed and without warning she threw her head back and screamed, the sound reverberating off of the stone walls and mingling with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as he fucked her hard rocketing towards his own orgasm at breakneck speed.

“Fuck!” He shouted through clenched teeth as his testicles seized and he pumped stream after stream of come into her hungrily clasping sheath. She shook, shivering as she struggled to stay in position, tiny whimpering sobs escaping as little aftershocks coursed through her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and eased onto his knees, unable to stand a moment longer, taking her with him so that she sat on his lap with his slowly deflating erection still lodged inside her.

“My gods that was wonderful,” she sighed letting her head fall back against his shoulder.

“No shit!” He laughed breathlessly as he hugged her close and enjoyed the feel of her in his arms. She rolled her head on his shoulder and stared at him, smiling when she saw his mussed hair and his spectacles sitting crookedly on his nose.

“Your glasses are crooked,” she said softly, reaching out to straighten them.

“What is it with you and my glasses?” He asked, kissing her softly.

“I don’t know,” she said, caressing his lips with her fingertip. “Why do you wear them?”

“I needed them for years but wouldn’t wear them because I’m a Malfoy and inherently vain,” he grinned. “I get a headache if I try to read or work without them. My vanity changed a bit when I changed my life.”

“Hmmm…I think they’re sexy,” she said softly, her eyelids growing heavy and her body languid. “I’m tired, I should go back to my dorm.” She said, attempting to extricate herself from his hold.

“Let me come with you,” he said, nuzzling the back of her neck.

“It’s a girls only dorm, no boys allowed,” she said, trying not to melt when she felt his lips tenderly kissing the back of her neck.

“Then come home with me,” he said.

“I am not doing the walk of shame out of your dorm in the morning, Draco Malfoy,” she snorted.

“I don’t live in the dorm.”

“I am definitely not doing it out of Malfoy Manor!”

“I don’t live there either, I have my own place,” he hugged her tighter. “It’s only a walk of shame if it’s a hook-up.”

“We just fucked in the library stacks, Draco, isn’t that a ‘hook-up’?” She felt his hands press into her belly and his cock stir inside her and she couldn’t fight the moan bubbling up in her throat.

“No, it was a tryst to take the edge off of a five year craving,” he said softly. “Come home with me, Granger, I want to get you naked and in my bed.”

“For how long?” She sighed when his hand slid up and over her breast, cupping her, squeezing her and stroking her nipple.

“As long as it takes,” he said, easing away from her and turning her towards him.

“On one condition,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Anything.”

“Promise me you’ll keep the glasses,” she said, pushing his hair back from his face.

“Kinky witch,” he laughed. “I’ll wear the bloody things morning, noon and night if it keeps your hot little arse in my bed.”

“Then take me where you will, Malfoy, I am all yours.”

AN: inspired by my love of geeks, god bless your shy, nerdy little hearts. I love them =) I wrote this at work…=)

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