Sticky situation
The good thing about being in the inquisitorial squad was that Draco could follow Hermione around again. She did tell him not to blow his cover after all.
He didn’t have to hide glances anymore. He could watch her openly (stalk her openly, according to Blaise) and no one would think anything of it.
Draco had promised Hermione he would investigate the Lovegood situation.
“Lovegood knows.” Draco stated.
“Didn’t know she was capable of knowing anything.” Pansy giggled.
“Don’t.” Theo was serious.
Theo was never serious. Draco was not daft. Something was up here.
“Theo…why does Lovegood know about me and Granger?” Draco urged.
Theo didn’t put up much of a fight of course. “Look, I didn’t know she knew anything, she caught me off guard. I didn’t say anything or imply- I would never blow our covers-“ he blurted.
“Oh this is gold. You’re seeing Lovegood!?” Pansy was flabbergasted.
Theo rubbed the back of his head. “After you guys all left me at the Yule Ball, I uh- I asked her to dance. She’s- well she’s ethereal.” Draco could almost see the hearts in his dear friend’s eyes.
“One day we were by the forest feeding thestrals and she said something about Hermione finally accepting you, Draco.” He added.
“She saw right through us. She’s incredibly smart and perceptive and-“
“You guys are all mad. If someone sees who we’re with, we’re better off dead.” He continued.
“No one is getting caught. And you Blaise, don’t tell me you’re hiding a secret girlfriend too.” Draco gave him a knowing look. Blaise simply brought his drink to his lips and looked away.
“We should be free to love whoever we want.” Pansy added sadly.
The group went quiet for a moment.
Theo broke the silence. “Welp. I’m going to get more firewhiskey.”
Pansy was right. Draco wanted nothing more than to show the world Hermione was his, and he was hers. He wanted to be claimed by her. Show everyone that he got her, despite his arseholery.
It was getting harder to sneak around. It was getting harder to do much of anything these days. Everyone was affected by Umbridge’s regime.
The weasel twins started selling lots of new toys and candies for pranks. Theo had the hilarious idea to give Filch and Umbridge lust chocolates that make seek out your lover. It doesn’t wear off until you have an orgasm. They would be preoccupied all day, and the entire castle could move in peace.
Because Theo is a right git, he didn’t inform Draco of his grand plan. Draco being Draco, stole one of Theo’s chocolates, thinking it was for Looney.
Draco found himself roaming the corridors twenty minutes later. It was so bloody hot. His head was pounding. All he could think about was Hermione. Hermione and her delicious curls. Hermione and her angry little sneer.
He knew she had just finished a D.A meeting so he made his way to her. His mind was foggy. He didn’t know exactly why he wanted her so badly right now. He didn’t really question it, his mind was like that all the time anyway. He just knew he needed to taste her right now or he might implode.
Hermione was waving goodbye to her friends outside of the room. As soon as he got a whiff of her scent he was panting, running in her direction.
“Granger!” He exclaimed. Her eyes widened at the sight of him. It was too out in the open for him to be calling after her. Something in the back of his mind was telling him to stop but he didn’t. He needed to get to her. Feel her. Kiss her.
Once he was in front of her, his long fingers cupped her face and went in for a searing kiss. He needed this…needed something from her. He was impossibly hard.
She pulled back breathlessly and shoved him hard.
“You can’t do that. Someone could walk by!”
He could barely make out the words. He just wanted to be on her- in her? He doesn’t even know. His mid was a mess. All he could think was Hermione, Hermione, Hermione.
He kissed her again. Her touch made him flame hotter. She protested immediately. She tried to reach for her wand but his hands came to stop her.
“You idiot! What are you doing- stop that-“
She pulled him into an alcove.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” She said through gritted teeth.
She shoved him into the wall and whipped out her wand. Draco dodged it, and his hand grabbed her wrist. He went for her neck and planted kisses everywhere.
“So good.” He groaned. “I like you a lot.”
“Yes I know- ah! Stop that!”
“Mmm.”
“What did you take?” She asked.
What is she talking about? Draco continued his ministrations.
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Clearly, the idiot has been hit with some kind of lust potion or something, Hermione thought to herself.
While the kisses felt rather good. This was not the place nor the time.
“Malfoy someone might hear you.” She tried to wrench her wrist to cast a diagnostic spell on him but his grip on her was strong. It made her realize he could have forced her many times, yet he pleaded and worked for it instead.
Footsteps came from down the hall.
“Mione? You in here?” Ron called out
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Mi? I swear I literally saw her.” Harry’s voice rang out.
She reached into Draco’s robes and grabbed his wand with her free hand. She cast a notice me not and a weak muffliato. She put her hand on Draco’s mouth to stop him. He started to kiss her hand instead.
“I need you to be very quiet.”
Draco nodded and continued kissing her now wet palm. He went from to her wrist down to her arm.
“Stop!” She hissed.
“What did you eat today. Can you tell me?” She whispered.
Draco was groaning and Hermione was trying to put her hand over his mouth again.
“Mmm…chocolate.” he said between little noises.
Of fucking course! Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. She’s going to murder Fred and George. But first, she’s going to murder Draco. How the hell did he get a hold of those in the first place!
The footsteps were beginning to sound closer.
“Mi?” Ron yelled near an alcove close by. “She probably reading with those muggle ear things again, she won’t hear us.” He added.
Draco was scorching hot. She needed to do something quickly. What did Fred say? It wears off when….it wears off when you…it wears off IF you orgasm. Isn’t that just fucking lovely. She could feel…it, pressed up against her.
“You need release. It won’t go away otherwise.” She gulped.
Draco could only let out a breathy “Okay” but he wasn’t relenting or making any move to help himself. It seemed like it was up to her.
While he continued to kiss down her neck and to her chest she reached down to his trousers and untucked his shirt. He was impossibly warm all over, feverish almost. She undid his belt and trousers and reached down into his briefs as best as she could.
He let out a groan into her neck when she finally palmed him. She told him to be quiet. His briefs were already wet with his arousal. She started pumping him up and down.
She was keenly aware of the sound of footsteps and Draco’s hot breath on her neck. It was almost a turn on.
He was kissing her neck roughly and breathing her in while her hand worked him.
His hands traveled up her body. When he started kneading her breasts, she began to move faster. She kissed him back to drown out his noise.
His hips jerked and he groaned into her mouth. He came, she thinks. Hermione was flushed. She couldn’t tell if she was angry or turned on or even a mix of both. She pushed him away and fixed herself quickly.
She ran out of the alcove to find her friends. Draco stayed there catching his breath, completely disheveled.
She’s going to kill him when she sees him again…or finish what he started. What? Snap out of it.