Dramione Drabbles [twitter/Bluesky prompts]

It was just a dream. It had to be. She kept her eyes closed as his hands scraped along her soft skin. They were rough. Like sandpaper. But surprisingly erotic.

She moaned.

His body felt like an inferno. He hovered over her, face pressed into her chest. Forked tongue lapping at her breasts. She wriggled underneath him.

"Draco..."

And when he made his way down her body she could only squirm and wait for the inevitable. For the feel of that otherworldly tongue inside her. The brush of his elongated nails along her pussy lips.

The scream he tore from her throat. The earth shattering orgasm that ripped through her.

It had to be a dream. He wouldn't do this to her. To them. Hermione squeezed her eyes tighter as she felt the length of him brush against her cunt. As her body sagged from the ordeal. 

He was harsher like this, his skin covered in bristles. His grip punishing.

She loved it. She couldn't get enough of it. But she was terrified of him. Of what this change meant. He'd warned her. She didn't believe him. When the New Moon was full, his curse would kick in. 

But no, there was no creature that transformed during a New Moon. She'd scoffed. It was the antithesis to the werewolf. A demon transformation.

Hermione cried out, eyes finally snapping open when he started shoving his way into her. 

And like the blinding light of the moon itself she couldn't look away. He was beautiful. Hideous but beautiful. And undeniably still Draco Malfoy.

Those grey eyes haunted her as he took her. As he proved her wrong. And as he claimed her as his mate.