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The Romp of Requirement.	By : sexyPineapples Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 18611 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hermione Granger watched over the spicy healing potion in her cauldron and listened to the thick rain beat on the high windows. Her hair was a little more frazzled than normal from trying to perfect the highly flammable mixture. One wrong stir or missed ingredient could provoke the essence of dittany.

She heard the door open and slam behind her. She was sitting on the floor with the cauldron, books, and ingredients spread out all around her, and she didn’t want anything to be accidentally stomped on or knocked over. “This is not a good time, you know,” she said, keeping her concentration on her cauldron.

“Granger,” said the snarky voice of Draco Malfoy. “I had a funny feeling I would find you here.” She turned her head over her shoulder and saw him standing in front of the doorway, wand out.

“Have you come to threaten me, or do you actually need this room?” She kept her gaze on him but quietly reached for her wand. She despised Malfoy.

“Funny, this room,” he said, strolling around and examining the vials on a table. “It seems to have a way of having exactly what you need. Ingredients, potion books, vials…” The room briefly lit up with a flash of lightening. He turned to her. “You know that Professor Snape is missing several ingredients. Suspicious to find you hiding in the Room of Requirement, brewing, what is it, Polyjuice?”

He advanced on her with his wand.

“Be careful where you step, Malfoy! I haven’t stolen from Snape’s stores.” She pointed her wand at him with one hand, ingredients still in her other hand.

“Oh yeah?” He looked at her and gestured to the cauldron with his wand hand. “What do you call that?”

“Can’t you tell that it’s a restoring potion? I like to be prepared. And why does it always seem to be Polyjuice that Snape is going off about?”

“A likely story, Granger,” he sneered. He pointed the wand at her face and she stood up, her wand pointed at him.

“Use your eyes! Do you see any of the ingredients for the Polyjuice potion here?” Draco darted his eyes around and didn’t see fluxweed or boomslang. He actually didn’t know the full list of ingredients for Polyjuice off the top of his head, but he wouldn’t let her know that. He looked back to Hermione and kept his wand pointed at her chest. “Don’t tell me you don’t recognize the ingredients,” she mocked him, “I thought Potions was one of your strong subjects. Or was I wrong?”

“Shut it, Granger, unless you want to get blasted. I know you must be hiding the ingredients somewhere. Where are they?”

“Why don’t you have a look around?” she said, her high voice slightly shaky. She didn’t have any stolen ingredients, but she didn’t enjoy having Draco barge in on her sanctuary and threaten her. Her dueling skills were more advanced than average, but Draco might not hold back on the darker spells. Draco kept his wand pointed at her while he searched the room, glancing back at her every few seconds. “Maybe you could try a summoning spell, Draco.”

“Maybe you could try a summoning spell,” he imitated, his face twisted, “do you ever shut up!” It was a good idea, but he was too proud to use her suggestion. He saw many ingredients, but recognized none of the forbidden or stolen ones here. He walked back to Hermione, his wand still pointed at her.

“You can put that down now,” she said, thoroughly irritated. Draco looked at her cauldron and back at her. “What!”

Draco was frustrated. He couldn’t place his finger on exactly why, mostly he was just tense lately, but he needed to vent. For no good reason he kicked her cauldron and some of the red fluid slopped over the edge.

“Are you mad?!” She cast a charm to clear up the potion that landed on the ground. “Do you know what could happen if you provoke this potion?” She carefully backed away from the cauldron after tending to it. Draco watched her try to calm her red face for a moment, and then he kicked the cauldron over.

There was a bright flash of white light and a deafening noise, and he found himself on his back. His ears were ringing from the explosion. He gained his focus slowly and saw Hermione stumbling around in the smoke, trying to gain her balance.

“You idiot!” he heard faintly as she stumbled in his direction. “Just look at what you’ve done!” He pushed himself to his feet and staggered in her direction. He fell forward and his hands landed against her shoulders. Her hair was crazier than ever, and he hated how it looked. “Get off me, you… you!” She shoved him away and he struggled to gain footing. He watched as she paced around, her head in her hands, shrieking in frustration. “What am I going to do!” she yelled at him in between her pacing, “You’ve just ruined it! Oh Draco, I can’t stand you!”

“We’re not on a first-name basis, Granger.” He liked seeing her this upset. Something about seeing others in misery made him feel less miserable. It was a pathological trait, but his father encouraged it. He noted that the hem of her dark gray skirt was singed and he could see her thigh. Something about her disheveled state made him want to… he didn’t want to put words to it.

Hermione marched up to him. “Clean it up and start me a new one,” she demanded. Her expression was cold and her cheek was twitching. “You can find the ingredients on this parchment!” She shoved the list into his chest and he grabbed her left wrist.

“I don’t serve people like you,” he growled, pulling her close by her wrist.

“Mudbloods, you mean,” she said in a shakier voice, and then smacked him with her free hand. “You are just vile, Malfoy.” He rubbed his jaw where she hit him, still holding her wrist tight. Then he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. He brought his face close to hers and lightening filled the room again, lighting up the side of his face and casting harsh shadows from his features. The room was filled only with the sound of rain for a few moments.

“Can’t you do anything better with your hair, Granger. It looks terrible.”

“I fail to see why you should worry about my hair… What are you doing? Let go! You’re repulsive…” Draco was moving his hands down her waist. He had no idea what had come over him, but Hermione’s insults encouraged it.

He gripped her sides tight and held her against him. Hermione’s breathing became frantic and Draco could hear his own heart pounding. His head was hot and his temples were pounding as well. Hermione kept her eyes on his chest and frowned. Draco brought his lips to hers and she opened her soft mouth to his. She tasted like peppermint.

Hermione’s hands fluttered between them for a moment, and then she slowly brought them around his neck and wove into his white-blonde hair. She felt stirring between her legs and her stomach felt light and almost queasy as he continued to kiss her.

Draco pulled back from her and looked at her face. She looked thoroughly confused as she tried to slow her breathing. “Just so you know,” he said quietly, “this doesn’t mean anything.” Hermione stepped away from his hands and took a deep breath, her face contorting into a shaky frown.

She raised her wand in her trembling hand and Draco took a step toward her. “Impedimenta!” she yelled. A clear burst came from her wand and Draco was nearly knocked off his feet.

He kept his footing and pointed his wand back at her. “Everte statum!” A heavy, painful force slammed into her and she flew back a few yards. She struggled to her feet, trying to regain her breath. She glared at him, leaning her weight on one foot, and then blast a silent spell at him. A shot of flame came out of her wand, but Draco managed to cut it off with a quick “Protego!”

“Something is not right about you, Draco!” she shouted, casting another silent spell that he blocked.

“Shut up, Granger.” Draco threw a silent curse that slammed her against a cabinet. She threw another curse at him, and this caused him to torpedo through the air and land on his stomach. He groaned and twisted to see her approaching him. “You’ll pay for that one,” he snarled. He quickly lifted his wand at her. “Expelliarmus!”

Hermione’s wand spun out of her hand. She gave an aggravated shout and turned to find her wand.

Draco stood up and pointed his wand at her again. She was lifted from the ground and began to flail somewhat wildly.

“That’s incredibly cheap, Draco!” she said, trying to reach for something solid. “Which hovering charm are you using?”

“Why don’t you take a guess, Granger,” he said, motioning for her to flip upside down. She held her skirt from falling down her torso. “You know every spell in the book, don’t you? Careful not to show your knickers.”

“I really hate you,” she said. He stepped to her suspended body and surveyed her.

“Aren’t you running with Weasley?” he asked, not bothering to contain the disgust in his voice.

“What do you care? Put me down, now! This is getting out of hand.”

“Out of hand, off the ground; it’s a matter of perspective really…”

Draco dragged his wand along her torso, down the center of her sweater-covered chest, and he poked it into her cheek. She was eye level with him and he pushed her face to the side with his wand and bit into her neck. Blood was rushing to Hermione’s head and she felt faint. Draco’s mouth against her neck caused her to lose most of her focus. She closed her eyes as he kissed her neck and moved to her collarbone.

“If you don’t like me,” she whispered, “why are you doing this?”

He stopped for a moment, gazing at the hollow in her neck. “I… can’t explain. Why did you kiss me back?”

She took a few more deep breaths. They both were avoiding eye contact. “No one can know about this,” she finally said. “That is, if we’re really doing this. This is senseless, and reckless… and just weird.” Draco froze, staring at her pale skin at the hem of her sweater. Was this consent? He silently said the counter-hex and she was lowered to the stone ground. He turned to walk for the door, running his slender hands through his hair.

“You stop there, Draco!” she commanded from behind him. He turned his head and glared at her. She was standing firm with her fists balled at her sides.

“Didn’t I tell you not to call me that, Granger? Only friends and family call me by my first name.”

“Do you do this to a lot of people, Draco Malfoy? You just play with them and then leave them like this? All… frustrated!”

“So you actually want this, Granger? You want to do this with me, here?”

“I want you to be consistent!” she said. Her voice was shrill, but she spoke out with resolve. “If you start something with me, you can’t walk away without an explanation. That’s just maddening.”

“This is all wrong,” he said. He turned completely to face her and they stared at each other. His voice was nearly inaudible when he spoke again. “I’ve never done this before.”

“What?” she asked. “Speak up.”

“This!” Draco shouted, “I’ve never been with someone. And if you tell anyone that I told you this, Granger-“

“Are you mad? I want absolutely no one to know you were in here with me to begin with. No one! I would be mortified.”

She thought about what he had just confessed. Had he truly had no partners before? And now she was demanding him, but… Draco had initiated it.

“So would I!” he said. His head swam in confusion. They stared at each other another moment, both trying to figure out if they should make some sort of move or put a stop to this. The air was thick with tension.

She coughed awkwardly. “It’s a bit drafty in here, don’t you think?” she said, summoning a miniature flame in a safe spot on the floor. The room became instantly cozier with the firelight. She searched the cabinets and shelves around the room and located some sheets, and then she placed them on the ground close to the flame. Draco stood in the same spot, watching her.

“So, what about you then?” he stammered. She looked at him from her crouched position by the sheets.

“What nonsense are you talking about now?” she asked. “Honestly, Draco, if you want to know anything, you shouldn’t ask vague questions. That question could mean a million different things.” He silently dismissed the fact that she was still calling him by his first name and stepped next to her.

“I mean, have you ever been with someone before, Granger?” He sat on top of the blankets she arranged.

“That’s none of your business.”

“I just told you that I haven’t,” he started.

“Forget it,” she said. They both sat on the blankets. The fire kept them reasonably warm, but they were still frigid with anticipation. She looked at him and waited a moment, and then said, “Do I have to do everything now?”

“Don’t make this embarrassing for me,” he said, turning red, “or I’ll make you regret it.”

“What a good start to losing your virginity,” she taunted him. “You are self conscious about everything. I think it’s the reason you bully everyone…” she reached forward to pull his tailored robe off, but he smacked her hand away and glared at her.

Draco looked at her suspiciously while he took his robe off, and then he took his sweater off and began loosening his tie. She sat on her folded legs and watched him silently. She was too sharp. Draco felt like she could see right inside his head.

He kicked his leather shoes off and crawled over her, pushing her until she leaned back and he was above her. They didn’t say anything as he lifted her legs to take her scuffed clogs off and then pulled her sweater over her head. Hermione didn’t smile. She just watched him as he removed her clothes, and he averted his eyes from her, concentrating on the task. He couldn’t stand the feeling that she knew so much about him.

He nervously unbuttoned her white blouse to expose her pale body. He saw that she wore a pink, cotton bra. Her breasts weren’t large, but they were proportionate with her size. He ran his fingers along her bare stomach and noted how soft her skin was. She looked down as he glided his hands along her torso and she shivered from the contact. Her lips parted and she breathed rapidly.

Draco made eye contact with her. She appeared worried. He put his weight on top of her and placed his hands on either side of her head. He lowered his face and kissed her again. The contact between their bodies was foreign. She could feel all the parts of him pressed against her, and she felt a lump in his pants that caused her breath to hitch. He pushed his groin against her pelvis and pushed his lips into hers, forcing her hot mouth open. Her skirt was still on and her blouse sat open around her, and he still wore his pants and partially buttoned shirt.

He stopped the kiss and sat up, placing a knee between her thighs and exposing her underwear. They were gray and didn’t match her bra at all. “Take the rest of your clothes off,” he said. The command sounded strangled in his throat. She nodded and sat up as much as she could with his knee still between her legs. Hermione tossed the opened blouse to the side to remove her bra while he watched. She had perky breasts with hard nipples that he wanted to touch, but he didn’t want to appear over eager, so he refrained. She slid back enough to pull her skirt over her legs and then she just wore her gray underwear and black socks.

Hermione leaned back down on her back. Draco crawled back over her and touched her neck with his hand. He brought his hand down to her underwear and lightly stroked her through them. He could feel hot moisture through the fabric and smiled inwardly. Maybe he wasn’t so bad at this. Hermione set her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of being touched. Draco swirled two of his fingers over her and then reached into her underwear to touch her opening. It was slick.

He tugged her underwear down and threw them out of sight. Then he sat up between her legs to look at her. She was naked and vulnerable, but she still had the regular stubborn expression on her face. He reached for his wand and decided to drag it along her inner thighs, causing her to shift uneasily. Then he tapped the wand lightly above her clit and a few green sparks bounced out of it.

“Ah?” she pulled away slightly.

“Did that hurt?” he asked, looking almost concerned.

“It was mostly surprising.” Hermione eased back down and cleared her throat. There had to be some charms for this kind of thing, he thought. He hadn’t seen any books about sexing someone, but magic would be useful in this kind of situation. He wanted to know something that would impress her, something besides combative and dark spells. “You could try putting your mouth there,” she said. Draco frowned at her. She probably had done this before. “Right there. Put it there, and then lick this.” She pointed between her legs at the pink thing at the top of her opening.

Draco took her suggestion for once and lowered his head between her thighs. He paused before touching her to see her face. She was looking down at him and holding her breath again.

He put his lips on her clit for a moment, and then he licked her lightly. She tasted fruity. He began moving his tongue around her opening the way he imagined she might like and he heard her take deep breaths. Then he shoved his tongue between her folds. “No,” she breathed, “just do what you were doing before.” He pulled his tongue out and continued swirling it around her clit.

She jerked a couple times and relaxed. She felt self-conscious that Draco had such a close view of her, but the sensation was wonderful. Her pelvis tightened and felt warm and distressed. Hermione decided to pull on her own nipples since Draco hadn’t even touched them. She pinched her fingers around them and tugged, creating a more desperate sensation in her stomach and vagina. She wished Draco could do both these things at once.

Draco noticed that her body was shifting more. He kept his mouth on her but looked up to see her pulling on her own nipples. While he licked her, he brought his right hand to her opening and pushed a finger into her. She was warm and tight around his finger. She felt an excess of moisture forming around his finger and craved more. She was glad when he pushed another finger in.

She took several loud breaths as he continued. He wondered if he might be able to make her come, but he didn’t think he would know how to tell. Couldn’t the Room of Requirement have something for this occasion? Draco pondered leaving the room and coming back to look for something that could satisfy Hermione.

Then her body tensed up and she arched her back up. He pulled his face up to look at her. “Granger, are you-“

“What are you doing!” she said in an exasperated voice, lifting her head to look at him. Her cheeks were flushed. “Don’t stop that!” Draco immediately went back to swirling his tongue around her soaked clit and he continued to stroke her with his fingers.

Pressure began to build up inside her and she pulled harder at her nipples. She heard a crack of thunder outside the dark window and jumped. Just a little more, she thought desperately. He kept his pace up, his tongue going slightly numb. He had three fingers in her now and she appeared to be enjoying it. Then she felt her body begin to give out and shake. She pushed into Draco’s face and let out throaty noises as her body released. Her legs jerked around Draco and she gripped the blankets beneath her while she cried out. She felt like her body was leaving itself over and over. Then she stopped moving and Draco sat up in front of her.

Hermione looked at him from where she lay, panting, and Draco completely unbuttoned his shirt. Then he removed his slacks and crawled back over her. She waited while he pulled his underwear down and nestled himself between her legs.

“Wait,” she said, and he paused, “get up for a moment.”

“Not now.”

“Yes. Do it!” Draco blinked at her, and then he obliged. “Where is my wand,” she shot up and went to fetch it. Draco grumbled as he stood in the middle of the room wearing only his socks. She came back a moment later with her wand and looked at his penis. He was much more pale than she was, and he was slender. His penis was losing erectness from the cold and the fright of exposure. “Hmm,” she gazed at his manhood. He put a hand to protect it.

“Don’t you try anything weird, Granger.” He backed away from her, “I’m warning you.”

“No, I think this should work.” Hermione pointed her wand at his penis and he whimpered. “You’re such a baby, Draco. Just… move your hand, and hold still… Impervious.” He flinched. Nothing appeared to happen, but Hermione put the same charm on herself and then put the wand down.

She stepped in front of him and reached for his penis. She began to stroke her hand up and down the shaft and it regained size. Her hand was agile and determined, and she narrowed her eyes on his penis as she worked on it. Draco put his hands on her shoulders and steadied himself against her. He started to sway back and forth with her hand and closed her eyes. This was delightful, but he thought he would much rather sacrifice his purity inside her.

He grabbed both of her wrists and locked eyes with her. Then he knelt down, pulling her down with him. He twisted her around, still holding her wrists, and pushed her on her stomach. He held her wrists tight above her head and mounted her, and she became tense and still.

Draco found his own wand and pointed at her wrists. He lowered his mouth to her ear and quietly said, “Incarcerous,” and Hermione gasped as ropes fastened around her wrists. He put his wand down and pulled her hair, biting on her tender ear. She grabbed at the sheets with her bound hands and closed her eyes. He gripped his hands hard around her hips and forcefully slid into her.

It was unbearable and heavenly at the same time. She was slick and lubed from their activities, but she was tighter than he had imagined. He entered her so fast that she flinched from minor pain, but she adjusted quickly to the feeling of his cock filling her to the bottom of her stomach.

Draco began to thrust in and out of her. She cried out every time he slammed into her and he gripped her harder, pulling her back so they were both on their knees and he could thrust into her more easily. She tried to steady herself with her hands, but he made her fly forward with every movement. She kept her ass reared for him but leaned her chest down against the blankets, curving her back and burying her face in the sheets. Her cries were muffled in the blankets. She needed to be pounded harder and she began to push back to meet his thrusts.

She glanced back at Draco’s face to find it outlined in shadows. He looked down at her face as he pounded into her, wearing his snobbish smile that she despised.

Draco pulled out of her without warning, causing her to fall forward in surprise. “Up, Granger,” he ordered. She stared at him in disbelief, so he reached down and grabbed her upper arm, forcing her to stand up. He pulled her swiftly to the coat hangers by the huge stone doors. “I wonder how sturdy these are,” he pondered, surveying the stone coat hangers. Hermione frowned at them.

“If you’re thinking of using them to support my weight, you should know that it won’t work… at least, not for very long.” she said. He ignored her and lifted her roped wrists to rest on a hanger, and she had to stand on her tiptoes. “And besides,” she continued, “Do you actually think you have the stamina? It’s obvious that you’ll exhaust yourself.”

Draco put a hand over her mouth and positioned himself against her. She wrapped her legs around him and he managed to align his penis with her again. He entered her and started rocking into her. It took more effort than before, but he liked the image of her pinned naked to the stone wall. It was like a picture from a medieval dungeon.

The position felt indecent and erotic. The strain of her wrists was a little painful so she tried to keep her weight on Draco as he pushed in and out of her. She thought about how humiliating it would be if someone walked in. Harry and Ron both knew that she would be working in here. They could come in at any moment if they needed her, and they would be horrified to find her tied against the wall with Draco Malfoy penetrating her. Her face became hot and she tried to shake the scenario from her mind, but it kept reemerging.

Draco removed his hand from her mouth so he could hold her hips and move her. He began to kiss her while thrusting, and this time he pushed his tongue into her mouth. Hermione wasn’t always a fan of French kissing, but she felt like she was filled entirely with both his dick and his tongue inside her. She met his tongue with hers and every part of her felt like it was a part of him.

Draco freed one hand from her hips and had to push her harder into the wall to keep her balanced. He used his free hand to grab one of her breasts and then pull on her nipple. She moaned in his mouth and jerked against him. He pulled her nipple hard. He continued to grind his cock into her, slowing the pace to something more intimate.

Then he began to lose his balance as his legs weakened. He gripped her hips hard and moved his face to rest over her shoulder as he started to cry his sounds of pleasure out. She could see that his eyes were shut tight as he let out several, frantic yells and moans. His fingernails dug into her and pleasure took over his entire body.

He started to sink slightly, trying to hold her up as he came, and the strain of the ropes holding Hermione’s wrists up became painful. She looked up to see the hook coming unhinged, and she tried to brace herself for the crash that Draco wouldn’t foresee. The hanger fell out and landed on the back of her head. Draco fell backwards, still caught up in his orgasm, and landed hard on his back. Sharp pain shot through his body. Hermione fell on top of him and tried to soften the impact by landing with her hands out.

Draco lay underneath her, his hands still on her hips, breathing unevenly.

“I told you it wouldn’t work,” she said.

“You’re impossible,” he said, shoving her off his body. She sat up at his side and tried to pull the rope from her wrists. “I suppose you want to be rid of those? Right.” He stood up to get his wand and his penis was eye level with her. His semen clung to his penis like it was trapped in an invisible condom and she began laughing at it. He covered it and stumbled to the makeshift bed where their belongings were, muttering some complaints about her.

“Oh, don’t get upset with me. It just looks so funny to see it sticking to you like that. You have to understand.” She stood up and followed him. He was pulling his clothes on and she stuck her wrists out at him. “Would you mind?”

He turned around and picked up his wand. He said something quiet, pointing the wand at her wrists, and the ropes disintegrated. He continued dressing and she started putting clothes back on as well. She became chatty about the spells they used against each other and he mostly tuned her out. Then she turned to him and put a hand on his arm to get his attention.

“But the coat hanger wasn’t your brightest thinking.”

“Well I’ll have to come up with something a little brighter next time this happens,” he said, turning slightly away from her and fastening his robe.

She pulled him back around to face her. “Next time? No, this can’t happen again.”

“I think it might.”

“No,” she stammered, “Have you lost your mind? It was weird enough the first time around. It’s over with, and I’m a little embarrassed. You already said it yourself; this means nothing to you. We can’t do it again. We can never speak of this.”

“Whatever you say, Granger. I’m getting bored, so I’m going to turn in for the night,” Draco sighed, waving her off and putting his wand away. He went to open the door, but paused. “And stop taking ingredients from Professor Snape. I may not have found them tonight, but he knows you and Potter have them. I won’t be so nice to you when I find you with them.”

“Your definition of the word nice is debatable,” she muttered as he exited the room and slammed the large doors.

Hermione turned and began putting things away, running over the events in her mind. The way he left was horribly anti-climatic and left a sick feeling in her stomach. The worst part about this was that she would have to keep this a secret from Harry and Ron, and seeing Draco in class would be a nightmare. What if he approached them?

She looked at the mess of a cauldron and ingredients from the restoring potion she meant to brew. In all the excitement, she had forgotten about it and she needed to start a new one. She was too tired and distracted to make a potion now. She would have to tomorrow, she decided as she collected the spoiled ingredients. Maybe she could talk to Ginny about her encounter with Draco, she considered. Ginny was exceptionally understanding about these types of things.

She gathered her belongings and went to leave the room. Her legs were shaky. The rain had subsided and Hogwarts was incredibly silent. Professor McGonagall had given Hermione a permission note to be out after hours, to spend extra time perfecting her studies, and she made sure it was in her pocket before she left for the Gryffindor tower.
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