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35 mins in Sheep's Clothing	By : Eloise Downbadde Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3541 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Wolf has Arrived
- 1
What else do you do with fever dreams but write and post them within 20 hours
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This would be, without a doubt, the most disgusting thing he's ever had to do. And he didn't just mean the polyjuice potion. BE Ron Weasley, ick.
And not even just for one hour but for DAYS? Until they found the damn threat to his sodding life? Oh, of course, the pièce de résistance, the cherry on top, Weasley was living with Granger, ergo, HE would be living with Granger. If Draco had thought this was some kind of torture/revenge play the Golden Trio were doing, that fact would've at least ruled it out. Granger would never willingly share a bed with him; not after barely ever making eye contact with him (never mind speaking to him).
Draco had spent 3 months free after the trial before the attempt on his life. Lucky (Unlucky) for him, it was caught by a guard (poor sod) who died in his stead. Then, team Potter was given the case and he was ordered to take polyjuice potions of Weasley when he left the apartments. With a fair amount of swearing from the ginger cunt, the two men and the minister agreed, despite Draco's venomous disagree, that he would swallow the polyjuice and go straight to his and Granger's flat. The two former classmates immediately deployed to find the bastard that effectively ruined Draco's day, week or possibly month.
He found the place easily enough and was trying to fix up a cuppa when the missus came home. He went to stand, an apathetic greeting of "honey, I'm home," followed by a smirk on the tip of his tongue but she was going nonstop as soon as she stepped through the door. Instantly raving madly about something from her job that day, some kind of breakthrough in her potions lab. He watched her tuttle around the kitchen, quickly grabbing them each a teacup and letting it brew before she came over to give him a sweeping kiss.
"Interesting," he said slowly. While she saw this as guise to press on with her ranting, he was commenting on the fact that she wasn't aware he was not actually her partner. He cast his eyes at the clock, another 35 minutes before he changed back and she would scream bloody murder. The excitement of tormenting her pricked at his skin. She sat with a huffed laugh, her eyes distant as she continued on, barely stopping for a breath and he raised an eyebrow. He dropped it immediately when the motion made her pause for a split second (can't give up the goose yet).
Instead he rose and gathered the tea, adding his preferred splash of cream with one sugar to hers and sliding it onto the table. He sipped his silently, leaning against the counter and crossed his feet at the ankles as she seemed to finish off her excited rendition of her day. "So," she exhaled, "that means I have all the time in the world for you now." A cheeky grin flitted across her face. He smiled into his teacup.
"Does it now?" Before he had even blinked she had stood and cornered him, sliding her hands up his chest to the back of his neck, pressing soft kisses onto his mouth. Draco's brain stuttered.
That. That uh. That discussion changed real fast. He was opening his mouth to say something (really. He was!) But it snapped shut when Granger dropped to her knees and pulled at his belt buckle. "I like this trouser cut on you," she marveled quietly before she had dropped both trouser and pants to his ankles and grasped his cock.
"Fucking hell," he mimicked the red head without even trying as she pumped him quickly, expertly. He dropped the teacup to the counter behind him and clenched his jaw, staring at the clock on the wall. He tried everything in his power to NOT look down at Weasley's dick, a decision he made when he swallowed the polyjuice down. But when he felt her mouth on him, his eyes rocketed down to meet hers. There was a lusty heat he had never seen on her before that sliced through his skull leaving not a single thought but "Oh fuck" on repeat. He bit into his fist and found just barely enough voice to say, "Granger..." He had to. Before this got much further. Why the fuck was she not made aware of this arrangement?
There was an obvious slow down as she looked up at him, her lips sliding off of his cock and she licked them. "You don't like playing that..." her voice trailed off and he saw the gears flying in her head. It was literally 3 seconds before she wrapped her lips back around and slid him deeply into her mouth and back out, excitedly. "I do deserve a treat, don't I," she brushed her plump lips over his head before drawing out the name. "Malfoy"
His eyes flew to the ceiling and he gripped the countertop so hard his knuckles went white. "Ffffuck. Granger, I-" but she went back to it. (Mother fucking Head Girl) His brain churned to keep focus, he had 30 minutes before this little game her and her boyfriend did became way too realistic. The sounds, the feel of her gods damn throat swallowing him, the fact he could see her touching herself, it was way too much. Fine, he thought, she wants Malfoy, she's got him.
He wound his hands into her hair and gripped tightly, making her moan around him. He jutted his hips forward, making her gag before pulling her off him and up to his chest, kissing her hotly. His tongue barely tasting her as it ran over her lips and he kicked his trousers and shoes lose from his feet. She gasped delicately when he pulled her legs up around his waist, bunching her skirt to her hips and stumbled over to the door he suspected was the bedroom. She thudded against it while he let his hand fumble between them to pull at her knickers. The fact that they were already pulled to the side and she was completely slick dragged a growl from his chest. The bed could wait. "Gods, Granger. Already?"
She pressed whimpered kisses into his neck and jawline, pulling at his shirt buttons and his other hand gripped her arse tighter, grinding into her, skin on skin. He eyed the clock again, 27 minutes. He could blow her mind in 27 minutes, easily. Sod what would happen after. "What do you want?" He whispered into her ear and he felt himself throb when she hissed back at him.
"Fuck me, Malfoy. Please."
His nails dug into her thighs as he pressed inside her, his hips snapping with a force he hadn't felt since he was a teenager. He groaned deep in his chest at the sounds she was making with every push, her desperate cunt clenched around him. Fuck, is this why Weasley was a blood traitor? Because he understood now. Merlin, he would sell his entire vault piece by piece to fuck like this every night.
She was clawing at his shoulders, unraveling and he latched his mouth onto her neck, pressing her harder against the door so his hand could rip through the buttons on her shirt and shove itself under her bra. Squeezing and pinching while he pounded into her and leaving a deep bruising lovebite on her neck just in time for her to come undone while shouting out his surname. Once a sneering insult, now a prayer to his ears. "Don't stop," she gasped, still squeezing him tightly. "Oh gods please come inside me."
"F-fuck," his hips stuttered and he forced himself to slow down. "Not yet, you've got more in you, Granger." He held still against her, desperate to drag this out, despite his cock screaming at him to keep moving. 20 minutes. He hissed against her lips, "You're not finished." As he started a slow grind against her, he dropped his head to mouth her nipples one at a time, a moan vibrating through him as she arched up and trembled around his cock. He went slow now, tugging and nipping at her breasts, his hand between them, circling her clit in dangerously slow motions to match his careful thrusts. Gods he could feel how sopping she was because she had slicked his cock so completely it was dripping down to his sack. He slid his tongue past her lips and she moaned, hands threading through his hair.
It took longer this time for her to finish, a slow and beautifully overpowering release. He bit his lip to hold onto himself as she trembled and gasped and rocked into him. Merlin, he would hold off as long as he could. Yet the second she began begging for him he was a goner. "Please," she wet her lips, face flushed red, head heavily thudding against the door. "Please, fuck. fuck. Ooooh your heir into me!" She rocked her hips and his eyes glazed over, all control eviscerated completely. He did what any pureblood man would do when the beauty speared on his cock begged for him to finish, he lost it. He would lose everything for this 35 minutes to never stop. She kept going with her dirty little mouth when she noticed her breathy pleas were egging him on.
"Malfoy, please cum inside me! Gods, ruin your bloodline! Oh ruin me, fuck I don't care, Mal-!"
He shut her up with a bruising kiss before grunting out to correct her. "Draco."
She whined, "Draco," and he swore and slammed into her so hard he saw stars, his fingers gripping her delicate throat. His balls drew up so tight that the back of his mind didn't even care if they never came back down until finally he came harder than he ever had before, a guttural groan wracking his body.
He had to let her thighs down to keep standing, his calves cramped and vision blurred. But as he leaned against her chest, catching his breath, he saw his seed sliding down her legs. With his dick now soft he had a moment of clarity. He had taken a polyjuice, he looked like Weasley but did that mean he had little Weasley or Malfoy swimmers in his chamber? He leaned down and dragged the mess back up her legs with his long fingers, pushing it back inside her swollen cunt and she trembled against them. They made deep stroking motions to try and push his mess deeper.
"Ron, what are you-"
"Tell me something." He grazed his fingers past her slick lips, over her arsehole and up between her arse cheeks, splaying his large hand along her spine and pressing his forearm flush to her cunt, keeping everything pressed inside her and holding her just off the floor. "Does a polyjuice potion effect semen?"
She rolled her head downward to look at him, still breathing hard, grinding slightly down onto his muscled forearm. "Why?" He summoned his wand and pointed it at her stomach, casting the contraception charm. He could hear his own voice coming back through Ron's. Her eyes snapped to his and her hand snatched his wrist, pulling it back. "This isn't Ron's wand." She whispered, terror creeping through her voice. He saw her swallow hard.
He smirked now, leaning upward to kiss her but she jerked her head away. He chuckled darkly, leaving kisses between and under her breasts instead. "You're pretty little cunt is pressed against my dark mark, Granger. I'll bet you didn't think that would ever happen." He pushed her shoulders back into the door and in one breath had her wrists bound and her voice silenced with his modified 'Silencio'. "Of course, I never imagined you had your boyfriend roleplay as me, either."
She screamed. At least he thinks she did, her face red and her eyes furious. He didn't even try to ignore how arousing it was to see her face filled with fury while her wrists were bound and snapped over her head. (Where did those incredible tits come from?)
"Your man didn't tell you I'd be staying here. That I'd be pretending to be him until they catch whoever tried to kill me." He tossed his wand back onto the kitchen counter. "Although, now, I suppose that's you as well." She narrowed her eyes at him and he lifted her off the floor, feeling his body return to him. "Now, I'm still quite curious if I did just pump my heir into you. I couldn't, really, of course, but I'd like to find out." She ground down on his forearm again with the pressure and her eyes fluttered at his words before she refocused back to glaring.
"Gods I did not think it would be so hot to watch you grinding your dirty pussy onto my mark but," he sucked his teeth and winked at her, "here we are."
He heard her now, she hissed through a tense jaw, "Put. Me. Down." He used this spell more than any other in the bedroom. It kept the screamers quiet but who can fault him, he loves those tiny little noises women make.
His lips curled up into a predatory grin. "No." He wrapped his arm around her waist, the arm between her legs grasping it to steady her and lifted her off the door. "I'm not finished ruining you, as requested." He pulled the knob and the door swung open. He set her at the end of their bed, slipping his fingers back inside her and groaning when she still clenched around him. "You can't help yourself." He reached back and unclasped her bra, "you want me so bad, don't you?" He pressed his forehead against hers as he slid her top and bra up her arms, bunching her skirt up her hips and he tried to pull her whole breast into his eager mouth, flicking his tongue over her bud.
He pushed until she fell back to the bed, her face scrunched up and her lip between her teeth. (Oh, he had hoped she would fight him.) He claimed her lips, his fingers working slowly inside her, coating two of his fingers in both of them. "It's a shame I can't hear you scream my name again but my charm will let you speak softly. So please," he relished her whimper when he slid his fingers out and shoved them against her tongue. "Tell me just how much you enjoy fucking your Slytherin Bad boy." His eyes darkened again when she sucked as eagerly as she had sucked his cock."Does it taste like your Weasel?"
She whimpered, shaking her head back and forth and pushed her hips up against nothing. "Circe, you're a fucking animal, Granger." He dropped kisses down her chest, his tongue dipped into her navel and she squirmed. He grabbed her hips and felt a shuddering breath forced from his chest when he was face to face with her center. She smelled so heady, like earth and dirty sex. She was still glistening and he dragged his tongue down her, delving into her and moaning when he finally confirmed for himself, their mingled cum was intoxicating.
He felt his hard on press into the mattress, his turn around rate faster than when he was younger. Fuck, why did he not fuck Granger when they were in school? Especially if she'd been harboring this desperate slut for him, specifically? They could've shagged in the library every night! He ravished her cunt, focusing on her clit until she was wildly bucking into his mouth. Her soft moan that grew louder and then into silence stroked his ego. She was pure velvet under his ministrations, her thighs quaking against his face and her body squirming against the ropes. He kissed and gently sucked her clit down from her high while she whispered what he imagined was praise.
He lifted his eyes to meet hers in time for the binding to break and her hands were free. He should've known, this witch used her small voice, repeating 'finite incantatem' over and over to cancel his spell. Her hands drove down into his hair, pulling so hard he winced and followed her up her body, dragging his tongue and dripping kisses the whole way up.
"Well, if you're going to kill me, I've no regrets anymore. Make it quick." He met her eyes, thoroughly expecting eating her out to be the very last thing before she murdered him. Part of his brain was perfectly content with it but instead, she harshly whispered.
"You. Better fuck me. Like your life depends on it. Because it does." Her eyes smoldered into his as she captured his lips and he sank back into her with a groan.
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