“Just come here.”
Hermione was determined to show Ron what he was missing out on so she began her search for her dress. Apparently so did Malfoy. She received Malfoy’s parcel with annoyance. He was trying to make whatever they had look like it was deeper than just physical. He told her just as much.
Hermione thinks the next task is inside the lake. Harry might need the gillyweed, but it is also a test to see if Malfoy will do anything for her like he said.
When she finally unwrapped the parcel, she couldn’t understand why she felt a pang of guilt. It was three pairs of the most beautiful strappy heels. One pair shined with diamonds adorned on the straps. The other was gold with diamond accents. The last pair caught her eye. It was a silvery blue color. They were too gorgeous to pass up. The satin mixed well with the diamonds that decorated the straps.
She almost felt bad for the git. Dare she say, she was a bit charmed. She doesn’t think anyone has ever given her such gifts. Even after all of their mutual shitty behavior he keeps coming back.
Gods Hermione, are you humanizing Draco Malfoy?
She decided to buy a dress that would match the beautiful heels. It won’t mean anything, it won’t mean anything. Just a gift.
Atleast he didn’t buy her a dress. Atleast he didn’t ask her to the Ball.
When he asked for something in return she wanted to say no. He should do it no questions asked. But he hadn’t been too much of a tosser recently. Well at least not around her and her friends. And now the damn jewelry. She shouldn’t care about expensive gifts. But she still found herself a bit charmed by it. One kiss wouldn’t hurt anyone right?
Besides, she has a date with a cute boy. She needs to practice snogging at least once to get the nerves out. What is Viktor is serious? Anything to get Ron to see what he’s missing out on!
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Draco was determined to get what Hermione asked for. It took him three days to find the unlocking spell for his Godfathers’s potions closet. One extra day to sneak in and snatch it. Draco was exceptional at many spells. One quick accio and he was in and out of the closet before Snape could sense his wards being taken down and put back up.
Giddy with excitement he wrote to her one day she was suspiciously hard to find and get a hold of. Could she be making up with the Weasel? Has she got a date? What exactly is the nature of her relationship with Krum? He’s seen them pass each other smiles. What does he had that Draco doesn’t?
He desperately wanted to be in her life, even if it meant breaking into every room in the castle. Hell, even if it bloody meant he would have to help scarhead win.
She finally agreed to meet in the come and go room a week before the Yule Ball.
“You’re late.” He said a bit annoyed. They were supposed to meet before supper and she didn’t arrive for a good 30 minutes.
“I didn’t say what time. Have you got it?” She dismissed his annoyance.
“Yes. I didn’t know how much so I brought two jars. There’s more, he won’t notice it’s gone.”
“Perfect.” I’ll just store it in here.” She looked rather annoyed herself.
“Why do you need it anyway?”
She shot him a dirty look.
“Thats none of your concern.”
“Right.” He scratched the back of his head. His heart was pounding. He was waiting for his end of the bargain. A full kiss on the lips. She didn’t even have to snog him. He would die a happy man with just a peck.
“So…”
Hermione rolled eyes and sighed deeply.
“Right. On with it then.”
“Should we sit or-“
“Just come here.” She suddenly reached out for him pulling him by his slytheirn tie.
She brought her lips to his. As soon as their lips met he felt a something deep in his stomach. It felt like a high drop on a broomstick. She was soft. Perfect and warm. She didn’t move she just planted the kiss onto his lips for a good moment. If it felt this good on a small kiss imagine a proper snog!
Hermione pulled away and his lips chased hers. Her head moved back and Draco leaned to capture her again but she moved quickly.
His cheeks were flushed and he was extremely aroused. His hands were balled into fists at his sides. He was afraid he might reach out and grab her. He didn’t want to ruin the moment. She pulled back more. Hermione just stared contemplatively. Draco was breathing heavily. His chest was heaving as he tried to come back to the present. His mind was memorizing the feel of her warm lips.
He couldn’t read her expression in that moment. He could always see the passion burning in her eyes. The determination that drove her. If she wasn’t a Gryffindor she would be one of the snakes. They were so alike in their passion. He wanted to prove it to her.
Draco was still lost in his thoughts as he stared into her eyes not saying a word. Hermione seemed to come to a conclusion just then. The passion behind her eyes returned. He heard her mutter “fuck it” . Before he could realize it, she had grabbed him from his robes and pulled him down again. This time it wasn’t just a kiss. Hermione’s lips finally moved on his. Draco immediately groaned. His control fell when he felt her tongue on his lips. He immediately went to bury his hands in her hair.
For once, she didn’t stop him. He deepened the kiss and as they moved backwards into the chaise. The back of his legs hit the chaise as he fell onto it with a thump.
She didn’t break the kiss for one second. She buried her own fingers into his hair. Her nails dragging down in a mouthwatering way.
She straddled him then. All of the thoughts in Draco’s mind ceased to exist. He immediately went to grab the outside of her thighs, groaning and squeezing in disbelief. His erection pressed into her inner thigh as she moved to the rhythm of the kiss.
A quiet and soft moan escaped her. Draco nipped and sucked from her lips down to her neck slowly. She sighed as if a stress was finally leaving her body.
Another slight moan escaped her lips when he began to kiss and lick at her pulse point. Her hips jerked a little. Draco’s own were chasing friction. He could feel the precum soiling his trousers. He swore he could feel a distinct throb on his thigh that wasn’t his. It was wet and pulsing.
Draco moaned when Hermione adjusted herself on his thighs.
He moved down her neck. He had started unbuttoning her uniform slowly, asking for permission. She didn’t stop him so he continued. His hands had just grabbed her breasts.
His lips closed on her nipple through her camisole. She wasn’t wearing a bra. He moaned at the realization.
Then all of sudden, Hermione jerked again. She stopped moving and pushed him.
Draco was breathless. He wasn’t sure what happened but she was suddenly on her feet. Her shirt was unbuttoned. There was a wet splotch of wetness on her camisole where his mouth had just been.
He was so close to moving his hands under it to feel when she jumped off him.
Her face was red all over. She also looked breathless. She stared at him as if remembering who he was. Suddenly she ran out of the room, leaving her bag and tie on the ground.
He was so utterly shocked by what had just happened he didn’t even have time to run after her or say anything. He just stared at her back as she left.
He didn’t know what to do. He was so hard he couldn’t stand anyway.
He looked down at his thigh. A wet mark where she was sitting on him stained his trousers, making him run his fingers through his sweaty hair, and his cock twitch.
He quickly unbuckled his trousers and took himself in his left hand. He spread his arousal on himself before he began stroking quickly. His release was already on the edge, it would be fast.
He came with a shuttering breath, moaning her name.
He doesn’t know what the fuck just happened. He’s been dreaming of doing that for years. He did t expect it to happen so soon.
Draco was so utterly fucked for her. She could task him to kill for her and he would do it blindly.
So utterly fucked.