Chapter 3
Today was a good day. Draco had just arrived at the club, the bass of the music reverberating outside the door and welcoming him in. He made a new batch of Coyote earlier in the day and was excited to test it out. The new recipe he created of the wizard LSD promised to deliver a subtle high, perfect for dancing at the club and watching the lights change color. He quickly ordered a vodka tonic and washed the pills down with a heavy gulp. Warmth washed over him, and his worries were suddenly gone. He developed the drugs for himself originally, trying to escape the trauma brought on by the war, by what he was forced to do. He was running from the shame he felt and discovered many others were doing the same. There was always a supply of damaged witches and wizards who wanted to forget the war, on both sides.
He started selling to Muggles only a few months ago, mostly at clubs like this. Barely five minutes on the dance floor and he was already approached by a cute little blonde. He vaguely remembered her from some other time at the club. She danced her way over and pushed their bodies together, pulling Draco’s face close to whisper what exactly she was there for. Dancing briefly, they exchanged the Muggle money for a few of his pills. Then she ran off to whateveR friends were waiting.
He loved the Muggle music here. While getting his master’s in potions in the States, he developed the taste for it, particularly for what the Americans called ‘emo’. Over there in Boston they said it fit his aesthetic. “I guess that is true,” he thought. After the war, he closed his emotions off, isolating himself from his past. He became so broody and dark. That’s what serving a deranged sadistic mad man will do to you. Going to the US was a part of his probation, maybe the ministry just wanted him out of Britain. Turns out he liked it, but then again he was always good at potions at Hogwarts.
As the drug hit him he danced to the music. This was one of the only times he could truly escape. Escape the wizarding world. His last name. The stress. The Muggles didn’t know who he was, what he had done, or all the wrong choices he had made. If it could only stay this way.
Suddenly the room was a blur, lights racing past in ribbons, and the music faded. All he knew was that he was being pulled from the crowd. He felt the ever familiar tug behind his navel and arrived in a small, sparsely decorated room. Pushed down into a wooden chair, all Draco could see in front of him was a mess of curls. He wasn’t sure if it was the drinks or a new side effect from his new batch but he thought he might be hallucinating. He glanced around the room, getting his bearings, before his gaze landed on the silhouette in front of him. It only took a minute to realize to whom the billowing curls and boyish figure belonged.
Granger stood before him, the light behind her emphasizing the infuriated look on her face. Her lips were pursed, her eyebrows scrunched in the middle of her face and her honey golden eyes shooting daggers.
What was she doing here?
Where were they?
Had she always smelled this good?
Her hair was a mass all around her, the curls seemed to have a mind of their own. Her arms were squarely crossed over her chest. On second glance, Draco noticed more curves on her body. Her hips had filled out since he last saw her at his trial. He appreciated the new look, the golden chain adorning her neck and fitted clothes, a far cry from their robes at Hogwarts. Granger was cast in a halo from the light behind her, but there seemed to be another faint aura engulfing her, calling to Draco like a cozy bed. And the scent emanating from the woman made his mouth water, like he was about to bite into a warm apple pie. What kind of perfume was that?
Draco quickly collected himself before turning a wicked smirk on his former classmate.
“What’s up, Granger?”
The Princess of the Golden Trio didn’t seem to appreciate his debonair smile and casual tone. Her crown of curls started bouncing like an unrestrained bouquet of Bouncing Bulbs and she started chirping something about “catching him in the act”. He stood up and countered her accusations with a shrug and his own version of events. He had learned how to deal with people like her from all the time spent in the Wizengamot during his trial. In his head, he understood the implications of being caught selling wizard drugs to Muggles, but the effects of the drug still coursed through his body. He didn’t have the strength or wherewithal to care, instead trying to tease and rile up the witch.
All that got him was a shove against the wall and a wand at this throat. The perfume she was wearing was filling his head, not leaving any room for his thoughts. He felt the back of his neck tingle with excitement. Maybe playing with the little witch would be more fun than he thought, maybe the night wouldn’t be a total waste. The possibilities of what could happen between them, trapped in this tiny room, danced through his mind.
Draco lowered his head, his nose lightly brushing against Granger’s neck. He felt her shiver at the touch. He grinned, his gaze darkening, and inhaled sharply to fill his senses with her smell. The Coyote had worn off in the excitement, but Granger’s honey-sweet scent was sending waves over his body, like he was reaching the peak of a newly discovered high. He felt light headed, his toes curled under the delicious aroma.
“By the way,” he hummed next to her ear, “I like the perfume, definitely an upgrade from the quill ink.”
Granger paused, mouth slightly agape, and she rolled her neck as if to regain composure. Her curls trailed across Draco’s face, tickling his nose, the smell of cinnamon and vanilla filling the room and coating Draco in warmth. The heat was reaching a fever pitch, leaving a sheen of sweat on Draco’s brow, the back of his neck where he felt the familial twinge of want, longing. Was this Granger’s doing? He never expected her to have this effect on him, not after the long, twisted history they shared.
Draco felt like he had reached the peak of the high and started anticipating the sinking feeling of the come down. He fidgeted where he stood, still trapped under Granger’s hold, wand still at his throat. He needed to get out of the sealed room but didn’t see an exit.
“I’m getting tired of this little reunion, Granger, so if you don’t mind…” he huffed.
Draco thought the night would end alone, pouring some firewhiskey and lounging on his couch. He did not expect Granger’s mouth to smash into his. He froze unsure how to proceed and was startled by the heat in his body, now nestled in his abdomen. Granger’s fingers traced along his throat, lightly coiling around the taut muscles under his jaw. Her hand was smooth and cold, and when she tugged on the hair at the base of his neck, Draco flinched. The heat in his abdomen was coiled and tense, ready to explode. He had to control himself, this was Granger after all. Neither of them really wanted this, did they? It was just the tension in the air from a long day and an unwelcome reunion, right? Despite Draco’s mind screaming to his body to behave, he felt the heat slither down and his cock stiffened as Granger pressed even closer into his body.
The rich cinnamon scents were gone, replaced by the smell of deep vanilla mixed with his own aroma of mahogany and lust.
Instinct took over.
Draco gripped Granger’s hips, gently grinding against her. One hand traced up the small of her back, feeling the ridges of her spine and the trembling of her body. He could feel the fire under her skin radiating into his hands. He followed Granger’s lead and caressed her neck, observing the muscles of her shoulders and the fluttering beat of her heart just below her jaw. His own neck was pulsing with desire along with the familiar swelling of his cock.
They were snogging in earnest now, tongues in each other's mouths, gasps and moans erupting between them. Draco spun on his heel to pin Granger against the wall now and kissed up her neck. Merlin knew she needed the extra support from her knees going weak and almost sliding to the floor. Draco grabbed her wrist to hoist her up and continue planting kisses along her jaw and nip the length of her neck. He tightened his grip on her forearm to hold her in place and leaned into her.
Granger pushed Draco back at arm's length, and slapped him across the face with the other hand. He gazed down into her eyes, his mind in a fog from the slap and the scent of her. The daggers had returned and it felt like they actually pierced his eyes when Draco was flung across the room, smashing into the table. Confusion clouded the lust in Draco’s mind as Granger marched toward him, fuming. The smell of vanilla was mixed with smoke now, like a raging fire had been set in the small room and was ready to consume everything in its path, adding a new danger to this sensual dance.
Granger was on top of him then, her hand clenched around his shirt and pressed on his chest to push him harder into the table, her legs straddling his thighs. Her black dress had ridden up her legs, showing her thick thighs. Draco found himself appreciating this new position he found himself in. Granger grabbed his chin and forced him to look in her eyes.
“Don’t think I have forgotten what you’ve done, Malfoy” she spat at him.
“Oh you could have fooled me, the way you threw yourself at me”, Malfoy replied. He couldn’t help but smirk at her when he said it. “You obviously want me, just admit it” Draco said with a crooked smile.
His breath hit her face, and he saw her eyes glaze over, losing their concentration. Draco lifted his right leg, pressing it into her slit. He felt the heat radiating from her, making him even harder. To Draco’s surprise, Granger started to grind on him, bracing herself on his chest with her hands. He couldn’t help but stare at her in awe. He let out a groan from deep in his chest as he watched the pleasure on her face.
Granger’s head snapped back, her eyes locking on Draco’s mouth.
“Shut up, Malfoy,” she said in a raspy voice, shaking her head as if to clear it. His neck started to tingle. He stumbled with his words as if they were stolen, but finally said “Do your worst Granger”.
They lock eyes for a beat before Granger’s fingers are grasping at the hem of Draco’s shirt. She found purchase and slipped her hands under the fabric, brushing over his stomach and chest as she continued to grind on him. Draco hummed in approval, propping himself up on his elbow and letting his head fall back and enjoyed the sensation. He felt warm, soft lips graze his abs and peered down his nose as Granger’s curls disappeared under his shirt.
“If you are gonna put on a show, love,” at the mention of the word, Granger’s eyes shot up, glaring at him beneath her lashes, “I wanna watch.”
He quickly discarded his t-shirt and at the same time she threw off her jacket, forgotten in the corner.
Granger abandoned his abs to tie her hair up and he couldn’t help but gaze at her faded scar. He could barely make out the word, but the memory flashed clearly in his mind. Granger stopped moving and from the corner of his eye, he knew he was caught. Her eyes narrowed and her hand shot out to grip the chain around his neck, pulling him close to her face.
“Hey! Focus, Malfoy.”
Her lips crashed into his, forcing his mouth open to let their tongues twist around each other.
Draco grabbed her legs and picked her up, moving himself to sit on the edge and settled her on his lap. The hem of her dress was at her waist now, and he ran his hands up her sides, following the contours of her curves to her breasts. His thumbs slipped under her bra and barely touched her nipples. She gasped and squeezed his hips with her thighs, her body trembling at the touch, sending waves of cinnamon and vanilla through the air. She trailed her hands through his hair and pulled then moved one down to his thigh, gripping tightly, her nails digging into him. Draco’s eyes rolled back as he inhaled, groaning appreciatively, before diving his head down to bite at her breasts. One hand kept hold of her breast, gently pinching her nipple. His other moved down to her waist, to the heat between her legs, feeling the wetness through her knickers.
“What do we have here?” he growled into her ear. She shivered against him and her face flushed bright red.
He looped a finger into the side of knickers, pushing them aside. He slipped one finger in and with his palm grinded on her clit. He felt her clench around his finger as she moved her hips to rub against his hand, her mouth opening in a pant. Draco slowly pulled his finger out, rubbing her wetness along her slit up to her throbbing clit. He rubbed slow, delicate circles there, the hand cupping her breast moving in sync on her nipple. Granger dropped her head to his shoulder, moaning as she bit down sharply. She squirmed at his touch as he slowly placed a second finger into her, curving his fingers up, as if saying “come here.”
Granger moved her hand from his thigh up until she grasped the outline of his cock, hard through his denims. She still had her other hand in his hair, and she grasped hard, pulling back to expose his neck. She licked long and hard from his collarbone up to his ear, then bit his ear lobe and breathed out. He felt a chill run down the back of his neck, and lost control, grinding against her cunt hard. His cock hurt, throbbing with blood and begging for release from the cage of his clothes.
Draco bit on her breast, and licked up her neck, along her jaw, and nibbled at her ear. “Come on Granger,” he huffed in her ear. “Stop being a tease and do something,” he demanded.
She looked him straight in his gray eyes and said “Fine”.
With a wandless spell she disapparated his pants along with her dress, both forgotten instantly.
Draco watched as Granger rose to her knees, positioning herself over his waiting cock. With the constricting fabric gone, Draco looked over her greedily, licking his lips. The light behind her outlined her curves deliciously.
Granger paused, hovering over him. She reached out, resting her hand over his throat. She gave a gentle squeeze and raised his chin with her pointer finger to lock eyes.
“Watch me, Malfoy.”
He almost came as soon as she sunk down, her warmth overwhelming him. He couldn’t get past how tight she was. Her scent was surrounding him, encasing his mind in vanilla. Granger threw her head back as she pressed her hands on Draco’s chest, forcing him on to his back. He closed his eyes and groaned as she slowly raised off of his cock. When he opened his eyes, he was met with the sight of Granger smiling wickedly at him, a knowing look in her eyes, like she was in control, a predator with her prey in her sights. And he was ready to be devoured.
She continued to ride him, slowly at first, the sound of her thighs slapping against his hips. She picked up speed, balancing herself with one hand gripping Draco’s throat. As her hand grazed his neck his spine shivered, and he bucked wildly into her. Granger panted desperately as she reached her peak, moaning loudly as she came on his cock. There was a sheen of sweat coating her brow, and she huffed out a satisfied breath as she looked down her nose at Draco, a smug smile blooming across her face. Draco’s breath caught in his throat as Granger, still seated snuggly on his cock, set both hands on each side of his head and lowered her lips to whisper in his ear.
“Did you enjoy the show?” she said with a bite.
Draco felt blood rush to his face and took a steadying breath. Granger’s curls tented his face, shrouding them in darkness, the smell of vanilla especially potent now. The close proximity, the sweet and lustful scents in the air, and warmth of the witch pulsing around his cock set his heart racing. What just happened? How did he end up here, under this swotty witch? He was not about to be outdone.
He stood up from the table, pulling Granger with him. Her eyes went wide and she let out a squeak. He felt her clench around him, her arms flying around his shoulder so as not to fall. The corners of his lips twitched and his eyes sparkled as the tides turned in his favor. He spun to face the table and turned Granger toward the table, slipping his aching cock out of her in the same movement. He bent her over the table, one hand gripping her hip and the other pressing between her shoulders, admiring the dimples on the small of her back as she lay prone over the wooden slab. He dipped down to plant a kiss on each indent, dragging his lips over the ridges of her spine, to the nape of her neck. He paused, burying his nose in the crook of her neck and shoulder to inhale the delicious sugar sweet scent wafting from her. The urge to lave his tongue across her neck overtook his senses. He lapped his tongue quickly from her nape to her ear.
He buried his nose in her curls and breathed into her ear.
“Here’s your standing ovation, love.”
He thrust into her hard, mercilessly. The sound of their thighs slapping together creating a symphony of applause. Granger quivered and squirmed beneath him, muffling the sounds of her pleasure against her arm.
“What's wrong Granger, not enjoying yourself anymore?” Draco asked as he pushed her hands in front of her head, holding them with one hand as he slapped her arse with the other. Now she couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure, with the rhythm of his cock sliding in and out of her wet cunt.
“Beg me to come for you Granger” he panted in her ear, and as if on command she whimpered “Come for me, Malfoy”.
With a cry Malfoy came.
He took a steadying breath and looked at Granger, his cock still buried deep inside her. He expected her to be just as frustrated as before, but Granger lay still and seemed to be in a daze. She turned her head, exposing her neck, and gave him a drunk smile. The air filled with the now familiar vanilla scent, mixed with something he couldn’t place. The smell assaulted Draco’s senses, coughing as the aroma pushed the air out of his lungs, choking in ragged breaths.
Seemingly without cause, Draco felt the familiar swell at the base of his cock. He yelped, jumping back and sliding out of Granger before the knot could take hold. Semen seeped out of her. The smell of sex and pheromones wafting around the room frightened and excited him. For a moment, he lost his senses, taking a step toward Granger with dark intent. She had turned and sat on the edge of the table, a longing, lustful look in her heavy lidded eyes. She noticed Draco’s swelling member, licking her lips like she was about to have a feast. She dropped from the table to her knees. Slowly, she crawled toward him, sitting in front of him to caress his cock. She rubbed her face against his shaft, nuzzling her nose at the base to smell him.
Draco shook his head to regain control. “Granger, what the fuck, why didn’t tell me?!” He yelled and pulled her up on her feet.
She looked up at him with doe eyes. “What are you talking about, where are you going?!” She said pathetically, desperately reaching for him as he stepped back.keeping her at arm's length.
“Get your pheromones under control.” Draco bent to gather his discarded shirt, covering his mouth to filter out the air as much as he could.
Granger tilted her head with a look of confusion, her eyes not straying from his exposed lower half.
It was clear that speaking would have no effect on the pheromone entranced, heat drunk witch.
“GRANGER!” he bellowed, releasing a bouquet of dominating pheromones in the hopes to snap her out of her trance.
Granger cowered, curling in on herself. She whimpered like a scolded puppy, her eyes going wide. Tears started streaming down her face, the intended effect of bringing her to her senses instead sending Granger into a panic. Alarm pheromones quickly surrounded the two and Draco had to emit his own calming scent to keep from spiraling himself. Court mandated therapy, though incredibly and surprisingly helpful, did not have a session on grounding himself during a pheromone induced panic attack after a hot, hate filled fuck session.
Though it broke the first rule of his probation, Draco quickly muttered a quick dressing spell, scooped up Granger, and used the witches wand to apparate them out of the suffocating scent that filled room, hoping the wand would instinctively take them somewhere familiar.