Pour some magic on me
Friday morning Draco woke later than usual, and found Granger still asleep beside him. She had rolled to face him, her curls splayed over the pillow. He carefully tucked one behind her ear, and got up to get dressed.
He padded in his bare feet to the kitchen and made himself a coffee. While he was there, he decided to make Granger’s tea. Even that didn’t feel like enough, so he made muffins as well.
She was still asleep when the muffins came out of the oven, so he placed everything on a tray and went back to the living quarters. Setting the tray carefully down on the bed, he studied the sleeping woman.
The lines in her face she usually had were gone when she slept. The back of her eyelids were a soft purple color, her freckles light specks of paint on otherwise perfect skin. If Draco hadn’t seen her orgasm, her sleeping face would be his favorite. This would have to settle for second best, he supposed.
His admiration was interrupted by Granger producing a loud snore that had Draco laughing hysterically. She awoke with a start, which lurched the tea all over the bed.
“Oh bollocks!” Draco said, while picking the tray up before more things could spill. He looked down at the tea all over the sheets. It had pooled on the silk.
“I’ve got it, hold on,” Granger yawned and reached for her wand. “Remoqua! Scourgify!”
The tea disappeared, and the stain that was starting to appear followed it. Granger reached over and grabbed a muffin, nibbling the top.
“What was that first spell you used Granger?” Draco asked, perplexed. He had never heard it before.
“Oh, remoqua? It banishes anything in excess that’s water based. Comes in pretty handy in research.”
“I’ve never heard of it before.” He was still confused.
“Oh I invented it. I’m sure you’ve noticed that accio and other similar spells don’t respond well to water. I needed something!” She continued eating her muffin, eyes closing in pleasure.
Draco stared at her in awe. She just invented spells for convenience, like it was nothing. Mentally, he added her naked eating food he cooked to his list of his favorite ways of seeing her.
“Oh shit, what time is it? We’ve got to get to work! We need to return to Loch Morar and see if the salt concentration is lower. We need to prepare the potion we’ll need once we have the merfolk blood. There’s so much to do!” As she ranted, she got up and frantically started to get dressed.
Draco frowned. Clothes going ON was definitely not one of his favorites, but she was right. Amy didn’t have time for them to dawdle. He got up, got dressed and followed her to the apparition point.
Disillusioned once again, they arrived at Loch Morar. Being day time, there was ministry presence, but they were able to get their water sample undetected.
Returning to the lab, Granger set to work testing the water against a sample she had snagged the night before, while Draco started preparing the treatment. Eventually, he reached a point where the only ingredient left was merfolk blood.
He looked up from his work and cracked his neck. He had been sitting so long he had kicked off his shoes to get more comfortable. At some point in the day, Granger had turned on muggle music and was humming quietly along with it. Some angry man was screaming about being on a “highway to Hell”. He shook his head. Muggles.
She sat back and sighed. “The salt contents are considerably lower, but I think it will take another 24 hours to return to baseline. Then we will have to convince the merpeople we fixed the problem. Draco I don’t know if we’re going to have enough t-”
He had gotten up and put a finger over her lips. “We’re going to have plenty of time. We’ve gotten this far, there’s no stopping now.”
Granger’s eyes darkened as he spoke, as if something he said triggered an instinct within her. The song playing changed, another angry man telling someone to walk towards him and describing love like a bomb. Draco couldn’t agree more.
His finger was still on Granger’s lips, and she took advantage of the fact. Slowly, deliberately, she reached up and grabbed his wrist. She opened her mouth, and wrapped her lips around his finger. She began to suck it, slowly from knuckle to tip.
He once again thought he was going to come in his pants.
He shot up, using one arm to sweep everything off her desk. He heard glass shattering but he didn’t care. He spun her around and bent her over. Reaching down, he pulled down the waistband of her leggings and found her knickers soaking wet.
“Oh fuck me Granger. Already wet for me? What a good girl.”
She moaned and pushed her arse against him, causing friction on his cock.
“Tell me what you want, my good girl. Anything in the world I’ll get you right now.”
“I want to come,” she moaned. She had fallen onto her elbows on the desk while the music man had started screaming about sugar.
He started rubbing her clit from outside her sopping panties. “On one condition, my girl. Only if you scream my name like you did last night.”
She was writhing under his hands. “Oh Draco!”
At that, he ripped her panties off and was inside her. Merlin there had to be nothing better. Sure Draco had had sex before, but nothing compared to Granger’s tight cunt. It’s like it was shaped for him.
Soon, he felt her walls spasm around him as she screamed his name again. He followed her right over the edge. Panting, he took a step back, and winced as his feet found broken glass.
“Oh shit,” Granger said. She had picked up her wand to clean herself. She banished the glass, and set it down to help him take his socks off. It appeared that no glass had gotten stuck in his feet, but he had some nasty cuts.
“Come on. I have some dittany salves in the medwing. We can clean up your bloody mess after we get you sorted.”
He nodded, and began following after her, leaving a trail of bloody footprints the whole way.