Invading the Witches Coven
When Draco Malfoy initially began as an Auror, he didn’t expect to like it so much. Being paired with Hermione Granger absolutely had something to do with his levels of enjoyment. Between her wit, ambitions, and ability to consistently keep him on his toes, being an Auror quickly became a key part of his life. One he couldn’t live without.
And just when he thought it couldn’t get better, everything had changed. Granger advocated for her and Draco to head a task force of two, a task force that went on dangerous missions involving spells and solutions far beyond the scope of Auror training. It had taken all of 5 minutes for Head Auror Harry Potter to approve her request. She grumbled the entire way between Harry’s office and her own about how she didn’t even have a chance to pull out her report.
Their first mission, infiltrating a witches' coven in Scotland to recover a rare gemstone that had been stolen from the British Museum, had gone spectacularly. About a 50/50 split between spectacularly well and spectacularly horrible that ended in a near-death experience with Draco and Hermione lying side by side panting in the grass near a loch, wondering how they made it out alive.
Hermione laughed, “I can’t believe we made it out alive. How exhilarating.”
Draco scoffed, turning to look at her while propping himself up on his elbow. “Of course you would think that. You get off on any near-death experience.”
She quickly sat up, mirroring his posture. “I do not!” she replied with a twinkle in her eye. “I only get off in the right company.”
Draco, who had been carefully quelling his crush on Hermione for the past three years, did not miss the innuendo. His heart hammered as he asked, “Am I the right company, then?”
Hermione hummed, leaning in towards his lips. “In more ways than one,” she spoke softly, her breath tickling his lips and drawing him into her. Just before their lips touched, she whispered, “If we do this, we’ll have to keep it casual.”
“I can keep it casual,” he whispered back, leaning in so their noses were touching. “It’s stress relief, an outlet,” he continued as he grabbed her hip and began pushing her down towards the grass again. His body moved to cover hers, her face bracketed by his elbows, his knee in between her leg slowly inching up.
“Exactly,” she responded, running her fingers through his hair, the scraping of her nails against his scalp making him shiver.
When their lips finally met, it felt like everything Draco had been dreaming about. She tasted like cinnamon, vanilla, and his wife. The pressure of her lips against his felt like she was mapping out their future, like she was choosing what their wedding colors would be. Her hands in his hair felt like a promise of forever, of being tied together by wedding vows and magic.
Her fingers began to wander down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt throughout the descent. She’d made quick work of his shirt before breaking their kiss to shed her own and pulling him closer; skin on skin. It pulled a groan from Draco as he used one hand to hold himself up and the other to unclasp her bra, flinging in somewhere into the night.
“Are we really doing this?” he whispered into her neck between kisses.
“Gods, I hope so,” she sighed.
Draco quickly pulled back, not able to get the rest of his clothes off fast enough. “Take off your clothes,” he all but growled at her.
She happily obliged, slipping out of her combat boots and black jeans while he quickly ripped off his slacks and briefs. His eyes couldn’t leave her, especially not as she lay in front of him in nothing but a piece of small, emerald green lace.
“Fuck,” he hissed as he climbed back on top of her, his fingers tracing over her hips, toying with the thin straps of her thong. “You’ll be the death of me, Granger.”
She moaned and ground up against him, hands running down his back while trying to pull him closer. “Malfoy, please -” she gasped as his fingers pulled aside the lace covering her cunt. Using a light, gentle touch, he began swirling her clit as he kissed and sucked on her neck, using his powers of deduction to find the spots that made her call out the loudest.
She cried out as his tongue danced across a sensitive piece of skin at the junction of her throat, and he couldn’t resist pressing harder on her clit. “How do you want to come tonight, Granger?” he asked.
She moved her hands from his back to the sides of his face, pulling him to look her in the eyes as she replied, “On your cock, while you’re coming inside me.”
Draco felt something rising in him, bubbling from his chest, outwards into his arms making him grab her tighter, dragging her body as close as possible to him. It bubbled into his head, forcing him to push into her neck and inhale, teeth gently scraping against her as he let out a strangled moan. It bubbled into his cock, making it twitch and grow impossibly hard, practically begging to be buried inside Granger’s cunt.
Posession he realized. She had to be his.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as he lined his cock up with her entrance. She was dripping, soaking wet, all for him.
“Oh, fucking Christ Malfoy,” she hissed as he slowly pushed inside her.
The way her cunt felt made fireworks that sounded like wedding bells explode in Draco’s mind. He pushed his head further into her neck as she scratched his scalp, moaning with each rock of his hips.
“I love you,” he mouthed into her neck, lips brushing against her pulse point. Her heart was beating in sync with his.
Nothing in his life would match how it felt to hear Hermione Granger moaning out his name with her head thrown back, her legs wrapped around him, and with her nails scratching so hard up his back he was sure he was bleeding.
He finally found the willpower to pull away from the heaven he’d found in her neck to look at her face. “Draco, Draco, Draco,” her eyes were closed and her chants matched his strokes.
Draco barely had swirled around her clit before she was shattering around his cock, the squeeze of her cunt pulling him under with her. Her hand grabbed his and she pulled it to her heart as she came apart, calling his name.
Draco couldn’t help but stare at her in his post-sex haze. She was stunning.
She was everything.
She was looking up at him, a smirk dancing along her lips. Her legs slowly unwrapped from around his waist and he gently pulled out of her, still hazy from the events that had just taken place.
“Well,” she said, breaking his haze. “It seems like Witches Weekly is right about you.”
Draco felt his heart drop. “What do you mean?”
She slipped her shirt on, before looking at him again, still wearing a smirk that was downright Slytherin.
“You are a sex god,” she replied. She stood and pulled on her pants. “Let’s do it again sometime,” she said and offered him a quick peck on the lips before turning to apparate away.
Maybe he couldn’t keep it casual.