Warming up
Draco felt like he needed to invest in some sort of pensive. That was the most mind blowing thing he’d ever experienced. Never did he think he would see her like this. He wanted to relive the moment over and over again.
He was lovestruck, prancing around the hallways like he’d just been drugged with a love potion. He looked properly disheveled. His tie was all loose. His button up crinkled. He sported a love bite just near his pulse point.
He could still feel her lips on him. He could still feel her arousal on him. Her face as she came. He had never felt or seen something so beautiful. He came on the spot when she sucked on his neck. He had no shame.
She made him feel everything. Every single thing. He was ruined for anyone else now. Hermione Granger was the only one who made him feel this way.
Draco got to work immediately. He didn’t want to waste any time. He heard rumors about the second task. Spoke to those close to Diggory. He was sure he had a good lead. Anything for his girl. Gods he can’t believe he’s helping Potter. At this point what wouldn’t he do for his witch.
“You did what?!” Blaise exclaimed. “She’s warming up to me. She asked for my help. I can’t say no to those big brow eyes!” Draco sighed. Blaise was annoyed with Draco.
It had only been two days that they have started snogging and he’s already imagining draining his vaults to please her. Blaise told him to be careful. That she could walk out any moment and kill his happiness. No, he would make her fall for him!
“I think it’s cute. You never do anything for anyone you selfish prick. And he you are risking it all for Granger.” Pansy was secretly a hopeless romantic. She wouldn’t admit this to Draco but he knew she loved hearing all about his work in winning Granger’s heart. All that enemies to lovers crap she likes to read.
“Pathetic but in love I suppose. What wouldn’t one do for love.” Theo sighed heavily. Draco raised his eyebrow. Did this little shit have a forbidden crush on someone too? Nah can’t be. Theo is just a little shit. Right?
Draco left some of the details out but he proudly walked around with his love bite. He might’ve mentioned to Pansy how he left his witch rather satisfied. With a smirk she said, “as it should be!”
He wasted no time getting ahold of her to tell her the information he found. The Yule ball was just in a few days. He was nervous to see if she’d wear his gifts. He didn’t want to think about a date. As a matter of fact, thinking about another man enjoying what I belongs to him put him in a terrible mood.
It also made him act like a wanker. To everyone. To the regular population this was typical prat Draco Malfoy. For his friends and for Granger it was eyebrow raising.
He was glowering at Potter who was across the hall whispering to Hermione. She laughed and Draco gripped his fork tightly. “You’re making it snow mate. Stop.” Blaise said.
He shook his head. Focus Draco. He may take her to the dance, but Draco is the one she’s snogging. Fuck Potter, fuck whoever thinks is good enough to be her date.
He still can’t help but wish it was him. He thought maybe just maybe if he was really good this week she might consider it.
But no, the odds were not in their favor. Even if she wasn’t embarrassed to be seen with him, word would make it to his father. Things would be catastrophic. But he couldn’t help but daydream.
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“Have you noticed Malfoy recently?” Asked Harry.
“No…why?”
“I dunno, it’s just…well, he’s been oddly quiet these days.”
“Why would I pay attention to Malfoy?”
“S’pose you’re right.” Harry scratched the back of his head. “He’s just been out of character, not that I’m complaining.”
Hermione was biting back a smirk. Oh Harry, if only you knew.
Ginny came to sit next to Harry.
“What’s up with him?” She nodded in the direction on Malfoy. “Staring at Harry like he’s willing his head to explode.” She laughed.
“Never mind then.” Harry and Hermione laughed.
Hermione turned slowly. Draco was looking at them. She could see the jealousy painted on his face. Just because she gave him one good snog doesn’t mean things have changed. He has no right to be jealous. They aren’t a thing.
She kept her eye on him and raised her eyebrow. Malfoy’s eyes softened. A crack of a smile appeared on his face. Dimples on both sides of his cheeks bloomed.She thinks she almost smiled back. Ew.
She scowled and turned around. He’s whipped that’s for sure.
She won’t lie. It was nice to pretend. To have someone hold her for a moment and let her release all this tension welling up inside of her. Malfoy was at his feet. He watched her carefully and gave her anything she wanted. Or at least he tried.
He was still a prat but for some reason she couldn’t deny him. Even just simply arguing with him filled something deep within her. Maybe it was because she got something out of it too.
His lips were like a worship on the temple that was her body.
She didn’t know how much she needed to be touched like that until he showed her. She thought it always had to be rough. He was so passionate about her and raw that she almost wanted to give into his delusions.
She can’t have distractions. As soon as too much is on the line for her she’s getting the hell out of there. Why does the thought of never being worshipped by him again make her stomach twist uncomfortably?
She couldn’t help herself. As soon as she got his letter she went to meet with him the same night in their room. “Their room”. She internally chastised herself for calling anything “theirs.” There is no “them” get it together.
“For sure at the lake. I take it Potter knows what the mermaid song means by now?”
Hermione was waiting down notes. “Mhm.” She didn’t look up.
“Is there anything more you need?”
She looked up from her parchment.
“Nope. You may leave.” She replied.
Draco looked pensive. There was something he wanted to bring up but he was afraid of the answer. Hopefully not about the Ball she doesn’t need more of his jealousy.
“I- uh-“ he started. “Was I good?”
Hermione had no words. Good? As in good in completing his task or being good in general?
“Whatever do you mean.” She said in a clipped tone.
“Am I being good enough for you?” His cheeks bloomed red. Oh. He wants to know if did a good job overall. With everything. Helping her come, helping her find information, and not bothering her friends.
They were both sitting on the chaise. Hermione set her parchment down.
“Stand up.” Immediately he got up. “Get on your knees.” Without breaking eye contact he got in his knees in front of Hermione’s sitting form. A girl could get used to this.
“Tell me, what do you want?”
“I want to be good for you.” He let out quickly.
Hermione was at the edge of her seat. She ran her delicate fingers through his blond hair. He closed his eyes, eyebrows furrowing in satisfaction, and let out a shuddering breath.
“You have been a good boy haven’t you?” She look down at him.
Draco nodded quickly. His eyes still closed, enjoying the feeling of her hands in his hair.
“Good boys deserve prizes don’t they?” She tightened her grip on his hair.
His eyes snapped open and he whimpered slightly, nodding his head.
She let go and laid back on the chaise. She didn’t have to say anything to tell him what she wanted. He gulped hard.
She parted her legs slowly. Still kneeling, Malfoy slipped off her knee high socks slowly, like he was unwrapping a present. The comparison sent tingles through Hermione. He placed a tender kiss on her ankle. He traveled up, slowly. He was savoring her. Closing his eyes and breathing in deeply after every kiss. On her inner thigh he placed a longer, wetter kiss. Hermione jerked slightly. It was ticklish. He made his way to her core.
Her skirt was all bunched up leaving her in only her knickers. He was slow, calculating in his moves. He didn’t want to scare her off. He was breathing very heavily over her core. Taking her in. His nose barely brushing. His breath was hot. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t turned on.
Before he could place a kiss at her core Hermione lifted his chin with her hand pulling him away. His eyes were pleading. She giggled at his desperation. Because Malfoy is infuriatingly good, he didn’t pry. He got the message and started kissing up her stomach. Then at her breast. He left a hot trail of wet kisses up her entire body. No part of her was left unattended.
They made out for what felt like an hour. He wanted to get her off again just like the other day but, she remembered she had things to help Harry with.
“Let me- let me hold you.” For a second there she came back to reality. This was Malfoy. She was supposed to use him and leave, not the other way around.
When he began to sucked on her breast so tenderly again, she lost her resolve.
He held her firmly against him. Breathing in her scent. She was a bit worried he might get the wrong idea but in a way, she felt she needed this too. She could close her eyes and imagine someone else.
For a split second she almost felt guilty being in his arms and trying hard to not think of him at all.
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She smelled devine. Every part of her. He was so close he could almost taste her. If she wanted to sit on his face and suffocate him he’d go with a smile.
Draco was pushing his luck a little by asking her if he could hold her. How funny, it felt more intimate than being in between her thighs preparing to eat her lovely cunt.
It was probably because Hermione was trying hard to deny her feelings. But he’s a good boy. He was getting to her. He had enough evidence right here in his arms to prove it.
If he continues being a good boy, he can only imagine the sort of rewards in store for him. He repeated the mantra him his head.
Hermione will fall for him. He’s sure she’s close.