Little Lion
November 23, 1998
Hermione was in the Slytherin Common Room with Theo and Ginny as they studied for their Transfiguration exam. Ever since the party, they had been hanging out more and after the first few times, people stopped staring as the "Golden Girl" hung out in their common room.
It was a little after eleven when the door to the common room opened and Hermione looked over to see Malfoy walking in. When he caught her eye, he stopped in his steps.
She had seen him a lot recently when she was in the common room. He always came in late and would stop and look at her before continuing on to his dorm. Other times she would see him in the corridors or classes or the Great Hall, but they never spoke.
They hadn't talked since the Halloween party. Hermione woke up the next morning sleeping next to him in bed and for some reason, it felt nice. She lay there for almost an hour before he woke up and she said that she had to go. She still had his shirt from that night and for some reason, she didn't want to return it.
He looked worse than he did at the party. She could tell that he hadn't slept, and she didn't blame him. She was barely getting any sleep and even when she did, she only got a few hours. He witnessed what happened when she slept, and she never wanted anyone to witness that again.
She watched as he looked at Theo and Ginny who hadn't noticed him before looking back at her. He nodded once and walked away to the boy's side of the dormitories. Hermione turned back to her notes and found herself no longer being able to study.
She didn't want to believe it, but she felt drawn to him. He was the same as her. They were both broken from war. They were both the definition of war trauma. Of course, Ginny had gone through the war, but it wasn't the same.
She would never degrade someone's trauma, but Hermione was there for it all and like her, so was Malfoy. Though he was on the wrong side of things, he still experienced all the bad that came with war. It was a terrifying feeling to relate to someone who bullied you your entire life.
They were all kids thrown into a fucked-up situation and the only person she could relate to was Draco Fucking Malfoy.
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Hermione lay in bed tossing and turning. She and Ginny returned to their dorm around midnight and though Ginny had fallen asleep soon after, Hermione was still wide awake.
She turned onto her side and picked up her wand to check the time. It was five after two in the morning. She groaned knowing that she wouldn't be going to sleep anytime soon. Normally on nights like this one, she would stay up and read or do homework, but she felt like doing something different.
Hermione climbed out of bed and onto her floor. She slid a box out from under her bed and opened it to find her bottle of Fire Whiskey. She couldn't lie to herself; she had slipped back into her habit of drinking before bed since the Halloween party.
She grabbed the bottle and put on her slippers before sneaking out of her and Ginny's dorm. It was cold in the castle with it being November and all she had on was her black fuzzy jumper and a pair of pajama shorts. She knew that the whiskey would keep her warm.
There wasn't anyone in the common room but that wasn't where she wanted to go. She decided that if she was going to sleep then she needed to exhaust herself and what better way to exhaust yourself than wandering the Hogwarts Corridors.
She stepped out of the common room and into the darkness of the school. She walked along the changing stairs and through the dark and cold corridors while sipping on the bottle of Fire Whiskey. She found herself standing in the middle of the Great Hall.
It was odd to see such a large room completely empty. She looked up at the stars that were pictured on the ceiling with magic. She watched as small clouds floated across the stars and how the stars sparkled against the dark setting.
It was still hard for her to be in the Great Hall. She could still see the rows of bodies along with the stone floors, hear the stone walls crumbling, and smell death. It could take a hundred years before they scrubbed the castle completely clean of war.
She brought the bottle of Fire Whiskey to her lips with a laugh. None of it made sense. A bunch of kids fighting in a war and expected to go back to normal life afterward as though nothing had happened. They were expected to be mentally okay with what they had experienced.
They had won the war, so they didn't have any reason to be upset or depressed. They didn't have time to grieve. Everyone saw her as the Golden Girl who helped the Chosen One defeat the Dark Lord. She was anything but golden. She was broken, shattered, torn, and ripped into pieces. She could barely make it through the day and even when she did, she had an even bigger problem trying to make it through the night.
She walked out of the Great Hall and continued to wander the corridors. The first snowfall was only a week before. Looking out of the windows as she walked, the entire world looked as though it was covered in a sheet of white. For it being after two in the morning, the night sky seemed bright.
It wouldn't be long before the students left for a holiday to spend time with their families. Hermione rolled her eyes and took another swig. Family. She had a family to spend the holidays with, but she would be missing the two most important people in her life. She was currently thinking about staying at the castle over the holidays.
Hermione dragged her feet along the stone floors and found herself in the library. The one room that was never touched during the war was the library. She felt herself swaying as she walked through the aisles of ten-foot-tall shelves of books. The smells of parchment and old books filled the air.
She brought the bottle of Fire Whiskey back to her mouth to realize that half of the bottle was already gone. She should have realized it before when her entire body felt warm as she walked through the cold corridors.
She turned in a circle and took in all of the books when a small orange candlelight glowed through one of the bookshelves. Hermione stopped in her steps as she squinted at the light. It was coming from the back of the library near the restricted section.
Hermione tiptoed through the shelves until she saw the cause of the light. There was a small lantern sitting on a table, but it wasn't just any table, it was her table. The person accompanying it was none other than the boy himself.
She studied him for a moment to see what he was doing but from what she could tell he was just reading a book. He wasn't in his normal dress wear. He looked to be wearing a long sleeve cotton shirt and joggers. It was odd for her to see him in such normal clothes. She was used to him being in an oxford with dress pants.
Finally, she took a swig of her whiskey and made her way over to the table. "You're sitting at my table."
"I don't see your name on it." Malfoy didn't even bother to look up from his book, so Hermione took a seat across from him. This time, Malfoy looked up at her. "What are you doing?"
"Sitting at my table." Hermione took another swig.
Malfoy squinted his eyes at the bottle, closing his book. "You're drinking?"
Hermione nodded once. "You have a problem with that?"
Malfoy shook his head, leaning back into his chair. "Why are you still awake?"
Hermione let out a small laugh, looking down at her bottle. "If I had to guess, it's for the same reason that you are." She slid the bottle across the table to him.
Malfoy studied the bottle for a moment before picking it up and taking two large swigs. Afterward, he passed the bottle back to her. "Fine, why are you in the library then?"
Hermione grabbed the bottle and took a swig before answering. "I was wandering the corridors trying to exhaust myself and ended up here." She passed the bottle back to him. "Why are you?"
He looked down at the bottle for a moment before finding her eyes. "I couldn't sleep." He took a swig. "Why are you trying to exhaust yourself?" He slid the bottle back over.
Hermione caught the bottle, trying to decide if she wanted to tell the truth or not. "Exhausting myself is the only way I can fall asleep." She took two big gulps of the whiskey before sliding it back to him. "You couldn't sleep or wouldn't sleep?"
Malfoy had a glint of surprise and wonder in his eyes as he played with the bottle. He took a sip before answering. "Both." He passed it back to Hermione. "What did you have a nightmare about the night you slept in my dorm?"
She met his eye as her stomach dropped. She would be truthful to an extent but she couldn't be that truthful. "It doesn't matter."
He furrowed his eyebrows and leaned forward on the table. "It doesn't matter?"
Hermione shook her head. "Nope." She stood from her chair and walked over to a nearby shelf. "It doesn't."
Malfoy stood from his own chair. "And why is that?"
Hermione shrugged her shoulders, her back facing him. "Because there is no reason to talk about it. It happened and it's over."
He took a few steps closer to her, still keeping his distance. "Tell me."
She shook her head once again, not bothering to turn around and look at him. "No."
"Tell me." He repeated, a bit more sternly.
She could feel his breath on her neck, but she didn't turn around. She couldn't face him, not when she was as drunk as she was. "Malfoy, No."
His voice became deep and full of something she couldn't quite identify. All she knew was that she could sense the darkness. "Tell. Me." He gritted out between clenched teeth.
Hermione turned quickly to find herself only inches from his face. His eyes were dark, and his face had a shadow cast over it. "It was the night at the Manor, okay? I had a nightmare about the night at the Manor."
Malfoy closed his eyes and brought his hand to rest on the shelf above her head. It looked as though he had been stung by her words. His breath was deep and steady.
Hermione didn't know what to do as she was trapped underneath him. Her breath was becoming quick as the whiskey swirled in her stomach. "I'm-"
His eyes snapped open causing her to stop speaking instantly. He looked between her eyes and for a second it seemed as though he looked at her lips before finding her eyes again. "What if I told you I could make you forget?"
"What?" It was barely a whisper as the word slipped from Hermione's mouth. She could feel her chest rising and falling quickly under his stare.
"Only for a little bit." He leaned in closer. His breath fell upon her lips. "What if I could make you forget?"
Hermione looked from his lips to his eyes, something fluttering deep down inside herself. "How?"
"Let me show you." His eyes bore into her own as he whispered against her skin.
She didn't know what it was, and she could blame it on the whiskey later, but she nodded her head and wrapped her hands around his neck as he leaned into her, and their lips met. Hermione couldn't explain the fire that was ignited in her the moment their lips met.
She dropped the bottle of Fire Whiskey somewhere near them on the floor as her hands found their way into his hair. His own hands found her hips as he pulled her into him. It felt forbidden, as though she was breaking the rules by being so close to him, but she didn't care. It sparked something inside her that she hadn't felt in a long time. Freedom.
She pulled back from him to catch her breath and his lips immediately found her neck. Hermione threw her head back against the bookshelf to offer him more room. His hands grazed the hem of her jumper, fingers brushing across her bare skin.
A small noise escaped her throat when Malfoy sucked on a sensitive spot right above her collar bone. She suddenly felt his teeth softly bite her neck which caused her to make the same noise as before. Only this time it was met with a groan from Malfoy.
Hermione wanted to taste his lips again, so she grabbed his chin and lifted him to her lips before they devoured each other once more. Their tongues battled for control over one another as she tasted whiskey and cigarette smoke on his breath.
He grabbed her hips underneath her jumper and pulled her into him. This time she could feel him... all of him. His joggers did not leave too much up to the imagination. The lower part of her stomach fluttered as she moaned in his mouth. She quickly pulled away and looked into his eyes with complete openness. "I need more." She whispered, panting.
A smug smirk rose to Malfoy's face. "Someone's a little eager."
Hermione rolled her eyes as he grabbed the hem of her jumper and pulled it over her head. She was glad she hadn't yet taken off her bra which was pale pink with floral lace over the cups.
Malfoy only took a few seconds to look her over before attaching his lips to her neck. This time, he moved lower. He worked over her shoulders, sucking and biting all the way to her chest. He then moved to her stomach, kneeling down on the ground in front of her.
He grabbed her hips before sliding his hands over her arse and to her thighs as he placed kisses along her stomach. He left the last one right below her belly button.
Hermione could feel her breath getting quicker as he lifted one of her legs and threw it over his shoulder. She felt as though she was being tortured.. in a good way. He placed kisses along the inside of her thigh. He sucked and left marks as he made his way to her center.
She reached down and ran her hands through his hair causing him to look up at her. The corner of his mouth lifted as he looked at her. "You should see yourself right." He let out a small laugh and shook his head before standing up. He grabbed her hand and pulled her along with him. "Follow me."
They walked back over to the table as she stared at the back of his head, not knowing what was to come next. He stopped right in front of the table and looked at her. "Sit down on the edge of the table." His voice was full of power and control, and she loved every bit of it.
Hermione jumped onto the table and sat down on the edge. Malfoy stepped in front of her, putting his hands on her knees. He leaned forward, putting his lips next to her ear. "Spread your legs for me."
Hermione obeyed quickly as her legs spread and he stepped between them. He bit down softly on her ear. "Such a good little witch." He whispered.
Hermione felt ready to explode at his words. She tried to keep herself calm but she knew how flushed she must've looked.
Malfoy looked ready to take her lips once more and Hermione was ready to indulge in his request but instead of leaning in to kiss her, he pushed her onto her back. "I want you to stay as still as possible for me, Granger." He ran his hand from her chest down to the hem of her shorts. "Do you understand?"
Hermione nodded, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
"I need to hear you say it." Malfoy rubbed his hands along her thighs.
"Y-Yes." Hermione pushed out sounding like a complete idiot.
A small laugh came from Malfoy's lips before they found their way to her stomach. His hands ran up and down her sides before finding the hem of her shorts. Slowly, he pulled her shorts down as he continued to leave kisses on her belly.
Hermione lifted off the table so that he could take her shorts off completely. She couldn't have accidentally planned better wearing a matching set. Once her shorts were off, Malfoy started to kiss her from her ankle all the way to her thigh. She tried not to move the closer he got to her center, but it was nearly impossible.
Malfoy kissed on the inside of both of her thighs before kissing right above her knickers. He pulled back and blew a soft breath against her center which caused her leg to jerk. Malfoy clicked his tongue at her. "That's not going to work, little witch." He ran his fingers along the hem of her knickers. "You have to stay absolutely still, or you don't get your reward."
Hermione's breath shuttered as she nodded her head. "I-I will."
"Only good girls get rewarded." Malfoy started to slide her knickers from her body and down her legs. "Is that understood?"
The cool air against her center made her clench. "Y-yes, sir."
Malfoy sucked in a hiss of air between clenched teeth. "The things you do to me." It was barely audible, but she still heard it. He leaned forward and laid one soft kiss against her center and her hips slightly bucked at the action.
Malfoy immediately pulled back not saying a word. Hermione took a death breath knowing that if she moved then she wouldn't get what she wanted. So, she settled herself on the table and focused on staying still.
She nearly bucked her hips when she felt his cold tongue against her folds. He pulled back after one swipe, groaning. "You're dripping for me." He moved his fingers through her folds until he found her clit. "And you taste like a summer's night." He replaced his fingers with his mouth as he sucked on her clit.
Hermione moaned loudly as she was already sensitive from waiting. It took everything in her not to reach down and push his head closer to her. Her entire body felt like it was on fire and every bone in her body turned into jelly. She was electrified.
He pushed two fingers into her while sucking her clit into his mouth. His fingers curled upward, hitting her g-spot and making her squirm. She could feel the sweat start to form on her chest and forehead and she tried to control her breathing. "Fuck." She whispered as he added a third finger.
"You're so fucking tight," Draco spoke into her cunt, drawing circles around her clit with his tongue. "So fucking wet and tight." He took a deep breath. "You're perfect."
Hermione wanted to grind against his fingers. He wanted-no-she needed more. "Please- more- I need- more." She panted the words out, gasping between each.
Malfoy kept his fingers inside of her as he stood straight and grabbed behind her neck to lift her up. He brought his lips to her ear to whisper. "I want you to watch me as I devour you. I don't want you to take your eyes off me as you come on my face. I want you to know that it was me that made you feel so. fucking. good. Is that understood?"
Hermione was at a loss for words. She could have come right then and there as his fingers pumped inside of her. Instead, she lifted her chin to his ear and whispered. "Yes, sir."
A noise escaped Malfoy's throat as he kissed her cheek. "Good girl." He kneeled on the ground below her and hooked his arms around her thighs to pull her closer to him. His eyes looked up at her with a primal need before his mouth latched onto her clit.
Hermione gasped at the quick contact. The way his mouth felt on her was full of ecstasy. He ran his tongue in circles around her clit and sucked like an animal catching its prey. He gripped tightly around her thighs to ground her to the table.
She watched as his tongue and mouth devoured her. Having Draco Malfoy kneeling below you as he sucked on her clit was definitely a sight to see.
The moment he inserted two fingers into her she clenched around him. She could feel herself become close as the waves of her ecstasy were coming fast and close together. She dug her hands into his hair as her hips bucked forward into his mouth involuntarily.
She felt as if the entire world was slowly falling away, and it was only the two of them at that moment. Between the whiskey and the pleasure, she felt like she could do anything. "I-I'm close- Fuck." She gasped.
"Then come for me, little lion. Let me feel you. Let me taste you as you fall apart." He added a third finger and returned to her clit, working harder than before.
Hermione started gasping for air as she rode against his fingers. She just needed one more push to get over the mountain of pleasure. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Hermione threw her head back as Malfoy curled his fingers inside her and the flood gates exploded.
Her entire body shook on top of the table as her legs wrapped around Malfoy's head. All she could see was white as her orgasm washed over her body in waves. Malfoy kept sucking on her clit to drive her even farther over the edge and to help her reach satisfaction.
Her body trembled as everything in the world went blank. She felt as though her brain had reset and she had forgotten everything. It was like a dream that she didn't know was real and she didn't want it to end.
When her mind cleared, and her vision came back to her she was gasping and laying down on the table. She looked up to see Malfoy staring down at her with his eyebrows raised and a smirk on his face.
Hermione sat up on the table and grabbed the hem of his joggers, pulling him to her. She brought his face down to hers as she kissed him and brought her hand over his bulge. Though he groaned into her mouth, he pulled away and grabbed her wrist.
He rested his forehead against hers and shook his head. "Tonight was for you, not me."
"Just let me-"
"No," He looked into her eyes and smirked. "Maybe another time."
Hermione sighed angrily and rolled her eyes. "Fine."