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C’mon. C’mon. C’mon.
Work brain.
Brain work.
Sigh.
Nothing was working.
She was at a standstill in her research at the moment.
Also worth noting was that it seemed like quite a few wizards and witches wanted her dead or to at least disappear for the foreseeable future. Not because of her research, that was, but because she was a staunch activist for the equitable rights of many creatures, mainly house elves and centaurs. She didn’t see why this was so controversial, but yet, it apparently was.
She held firm in her belief that injustice anywhere was a threat to justice everywhere, and many people didn’t like that, especially since she was using her profile to speak out. Tensions were still high in the wizarding world, even now four years after the Second Wizarding War.
She could live with most of the negatives her career path brought her, but by far the biggest downside was that she was now under auror protection by order.
The Ministry wasn’t aware of the cruel joke they were playing on her by assigning none other than Draco fucking Malfoy to the task. The scar she still covered on her forearm found it quite ironic that he was now the one responsible for protecting her.
Malfoy had gone to Azkaban for a year post war. Once out, he joined the auror program under sponsorship of none other than Minister Kingsley Shacklebolt, always one for second, or third, or even fourth chances. Shacklebolt took a safe gamble it seemed because Malfoy worked his way up to become the second highest ranking auror in the department in only a few short years.
He had been assigned to guard Hermione back in October, and the calendar she flipped in her lab this morning read February 1. She’d never tell him but his presence wasn’t awful. She’d caught herself in times of his absences wondering what he would think of her theories or guessing what jokes he would crack when she phrased something wrong.
The clock on her wall read half past 10. At night, she liked to lay in bed test out possible hypotheses she had to see if they were viable for future experiments. For the past few nights, it had been very difficult because of Draco fucking Malfoy. He was starting to take up valuable space in her brain that she needed for her research. If she could just get him out, evict him from her thoughts, then she would be in the clear.
But how?
The image of him in an all black tux as he followed her around at a gala a few weeks ago was burned into the folds of her brain, impossible to erase. Believe me, she’d tried.
She got up from her bed, deciding to be productive instead of just laying there trying to sleep and failing. She decided for the sake of her future self that she would conduct a little experiment of her own called, ‘How to Forget About Your Former Enemy Turned Protector and Other Possibly Methods of Clearing One’s Mind.’ She was still workshopping the title.
She came up with three theories to test tonight.
Theory one: Busy Hands, Clean Mind.
It had been a while since she was able to clean her cottage because she had been spending most of her waking hours at the lab, nearing a breakthrough on one project. She glanced around at what to do first, dusting. She dusted old photos - Harry, Ron and Her before boarding the Hogwarts Express, Crookshanks in his Halloween costume, her first scientific award, etc.
She glanced at her fingers gripping a photo frame, and images of long pale fingers and a silver signet ring filled her mind.
Time to switch to sweeping.
She started in her bedroom and made her way out the hallway into the kitchen. Her movements became dance-like as she shifted her weight from foot to foot.
Suddenly, she wasn’t in the kitchen but dancing with Malfoy at the gala a few weeks ago. He had placed his hand on her lower back, touching her skin in her backless dress, and she had stopped breathing. He led her around the dance floor like he was flying on a broom, his feet so light they didn’t seem like they were touching the ground. At the end of the dance, he leaned into her ear, and whispered, ‘Granger, you and your big brain look beautiful, stunning tonight.’ And then he walked away like it meant nothing, barely speaking to or looking in her direction the rest of the evening.
She decided that theory one was moot.
Moving on to theory two: Alcohol.
She rummaged through a cabinet in her kitchen, looking for a bottle of vodka she kept in case of emergencies. Not really drinking emergencies though, more like antiseptic for injuries. One could never be too careful around the uncertainty of the future.
She was on her tippy toes, and her hands felt around until she grasped the bottle's neck. It was a muggle brand and very inexpensive, but it would do the trick.
She sat in front of her TV, and turned on an episode she had recorded of her guilty pleasure, an American reality TV show called The Bachelor. It was in its first season, and The Bachelor was a decent looking man named Alex Michel. He wasn’t really Hermione’s type, but she loved to watch the drama. She was rooting for Trista who seemed a lot more down to earth than the remaining four, but it seemed like Alex fancied stuck-up Amanda with the fake boobs like a typical stupid man.
Every time there was a cringe moment, she took a big gulp. Before the episode was even halfway over, she felt a buzz coming on. She closed her eyes, basking in the warmth and quiet in her mind brought on from the alcohol.
Was it working?
Alex had blue eyes. They were nice, but nothing special, not like Malfoy’s ey-
Fuck.
It wasn’t working.
If anything, the alcohol, at least this exact amount she had drunk, had made her mental walls more slippery. Images of platinum blonde hair snuck in more easily. Perhaps there was a threshold she could drink where she would forget? She doubted that threshold could be reached without incapacitating her from her work tomorrow as well.
It was time for the third and final theory: Sexual Release.
She had deduced that it had been a while, and by a while she meant almost a year, since she had been laid. Perhaps this constant invasion of a certain man into her imagination could be blamed on a common cloud of lust that had settled into her body and needed to be expelled through physical means. She didn’t have anyone she could call up for a one night stand necessarily, and even if she did, she deemed it immoral research to use them as a means to an end. So she had to take matters into her own hands, literally.
She walked/stumbled back to her bed. Gods, she loved her bed, so fluffy and soft and inviting and lovely. Now she just had to remember where she had placed her vibrator. She dug around before finding it at the back of her closet. It was a bit sad that she had gone so long without taking care of herself, but in her defense, she had been busy with more important things like isolating the magical healing properties of unicorn blood as a means of slowing the aging of the human body.
She dressed in some nice lingerie for herself and settled her head on a pillow. She flicked on the vibrator, one of muggles best inventions, but it wasn’t working. It was out of batteries.
Damn it.
She rose from her comfy spot and set out on a mission for batteries. Turns out, there were no batteries in her household. She quickly added it to her grocery list on the fridge or else she would forget. Now, back to the experiment.
She returned to her room and decided not to give up yet. She had a hypothesis to test, and nothing was going to stop her from expelling Malfoy from the unholy thoughts she kept having throughout the day.
She didn’t want to give him the pleasure of unknowingly turning her on. She knew how much joy he would get if he knew he had her all riled up like this without ever even touching her. She had heard plenty of stories of his womanizing ways, and she wasn’t going to be just another number to him.
People used to call her the golden girl, but if there was a golden boy, it was Malfoy. It seemed like he could get anything he wanted in this life, and she was determined he couldn’t have her, not that she thought he wanted her anyways. She was probably just reading way too far into things because that was what she did for a living; scientists were all just professional overthinkers.
She lit some candles around her bedroom, trying to set the mood and get her to focus on the task ahead. She laid back down and began to trail one hand up and down her stomach with featherlight touches. Her skin rose to meet her fingertips as a trail of goosebumps followed her touch.
This felt nice.
Very nice.
She could do this.
She brought both her hands up to her breasts and ran her pointer fingers over her nipples through the green lace. They hardened under her touch, and a chill run down her spine.
Mmm.
She gave her boobs one last squeeze before guiding one hand into the silk sheets and another went lower and lower.
She passed over her vaginal area and ran her fingers down her thighs. She wanted to ensure she felt grounded and present in her body since it had been so long since her last release. She trailed them up the inside of her right thigh before reaching the most important area to her conjecture.
A zing shot down her legs as she gently rubbed over her clit. She had read somewhere about extended orgasms and how the lightest touch when done repeatedly for a certain amount of time can leave one's nerves to feel like they’re flying. She hadn’t the time to look into it, but maybe she’d try a bit of it tonight.
Slow.
That was her focus at the moment. She rarely got to indulge like this, so she planned on indulging to the fullest and taking all the time she needed. Gods, she needed this.
She kept her touch light, back and forth with the occasional flick of her clit. She felt awake from the ends of her hair to her toes currently curling into her comforter at the foot of her bed. The candles filled the room with a scent of mahogany and apples, and no, she did not buy that candle because it smelt like him. That was merely a coincidence. She bought it because she simply liked the smell.
Her pleasure-filled mind drifted back to thoughts of forbidden him. She moved the lace aside and dipped a finger into her wet folds. She couldn’t remember having been this turned on before. She knew the root cause, but nevertheless, she treated herself to a few more images of Malfoy, losing herself in the memory of his rare smile. When she finished, he would be banished from the inside of her head, so it was fine to indulge for now. She was more determined than ever to reach her goal, to climax, to forget.
Up and down her folds, up and down, and a circling of her clit. She was lost in a sea of pleasure, anchored by ocean eyes in her mind. She pictured him above her, telling her what to do, giving her the greatest pleasure she had ever known. It should feel wrong to want someone who had caused her so much pain this badly, but she didn’t care, not at the moment at least. She would most definitely care later, but that was later. This was now.
She inserted one finger inside herself, halting when it was almost fully inside. She felt something cold, much cooler than her burning center. She removed her finger to look at it - Malfoy’s signet ring.
He had given her strict instructions to never remove it, not while she was under his protection. It was his way of monitoring her while he was away, making sure he knew where she was at any moment so he could arrive as quickly as possible at the first sign of trouble.
It was a silver ring, engraved with a large ‘M’ for ‘Malfoy.’ Since it belonged to the Malfoy family, she had no doubt that despite its simple nature, it cost many, many galleons. She didn’t dare lose it for fear she would have to pay to replace it. She found whatever charm work he had placed upon it to be quite impressive, even fascinating. She didn’t know he excelled so much in that area, but then again, she didn’t know a lot about him. He was a very private person outside of his work, which mainly consisted of her now. She mentally noted that she needed to find some time out of her schedule to examine and break down the magic he had placed on the ring.
She twisted the ring around on her finger a few times. It sat heavy on her finger, but it was charmed to be invisible unless someone knew it was there.
She gasped as it started to vibrate. No matter what she did, it wouldn’t stop.
Suddenly, she got an idea. In hindsight, it was not a very bright idea, but with the alcohol fuelling the lust in her system, she wasn’t thinking clearly at the moment.
She moved her hand with the vibrating ring south. A moan ripped from her throat as she rested the ring upon her clit.
No vibrator, no problem.
This was exactly what she needed. Good on Malfoy for unknowingly helping her out with a problem he created, at least he was useful for something.
She could feel something animalistic rising to the surface of her prickling skin. She circled the vibrating ring around her clit and ran it up and down her folds. She was so, so sensitive. At any moment, the dam would break, releasing months of tension.
It was building, and she felt like she was going higher, higher, higher, higherrr.
oh.
Oh.
OH.
A loud pop shook her bedroom, halting her orgasm right before it started.
She felt her anger rush forward. Who or what could possibly be interrupting her now of all times?
She forced open her eyes that just moments before were squeezed shut in pleasure. At the foot of her bed stood a panicking Malfoy, shoulders heaving up and down and robes splattered in what looked to be blood. She saw his eyes darken for a brief moment before he hid them behind his hand. She jerked the covers over her exposed self.
“Salzaar’s Sake, Granger!”
“Malfoy?! What are you doing here?”
“What- what am I doing here?” He gasped out. “You’re forgetting you’re the one who summoned me.”
What?
“And how did I do that?” She questioned.
Still shielding his eyes, he held up his hand in response, wiggling the finger with his matching ring on it.
“Oh.” She felt so stupid. “I didn’t know it did that. If you had only taken the proper time to explain the inner workings then I-”
“Granger,” he interrupted her, “I’ve explained it at least three times. Your mind was just elsewhere while I was doing it. If you twist it to the right three times, it sends out an emergency distress signal. I was a bit late to respond this time because you set it off while I was mid-fight but I- I feared you were in danger, so I came.”
And she didn’t.
“Uh no, no danger here just, just-”
“What were you doing?” He dropped his hand from his eyes. His pupils seemed to be a bit dilated, but that could’ve just been the lighting.
“Testing a hypothesis,” she muttered.
Why was her face hot? Was she blushing?
“What kind of hypothesis?” His voice came out deeper. “Could I be of any assistance?”
No and yes.
Was he interested in her like that?
“Malfoy, I-”
“It doesn’t have to mean anything, Granger. Just a friend helping a friend, for science,” he added.
“Just for science?” She asked.
He nodded as he started to remove his dirty robes and untie his boots. Suddenly he was down to just his pants.
Of course he wore Burberry pants to a fight.
She couldn’t do anything but stare as he came over and sat on her side of the bed. She had no idea how they had gotten here, not that she was complaining. He tucked a curl behind her ear.
“Hey,” he breathed.
“Hi,” she breathed back.
“Do you mind showing me what you were doing before I rudely interrupted you?” He asked.
All concerns of this being a bad idea fled her mind along with all thoughts of Malfoy. He was here, in front of her, nearly naked in her bed. This was not the way she had planned her night to go. She couldn’t bring her gaze to meet his own.
“It’s- it’s a bit embarrassing…”
“Hey, hey.” He gently grabbed her chin and turned her eyes into his. “Your pleasure is no laughing matter. You’re a beautiful woman and you deserve to let yourself be taken care of from time to time, so let me do just that.”
She nodded.
He continued, “Now show me, show me what feels good.”
Okay.
She took a deep breath.
She could do that.
She twisted the ring on her finger three times till it began to vibrate. His own ring began to vibrate in response. She pushed the sheets down, revealing her lingerie to his hungry eyes.
Her hand with the ring on it moved down between her thighs and placed the ring in contact with her clit through the lace. He inhaled sharply when she let out a small gasp as she circled around it. She could feel his eyes eating up her every movement like he was starved.
“Oh Granger,” he breathed. “You’re so naughty, using my ring like this… You should be punished.”
She moaned at the thought of all the ways Malfoy could punish her. Her hand faltered for a moment.
“No,” he ordered. “Keep going, don’t stop till I say so.”
It was all too much too fast for her not so sober brain, like a beginner surfing a tsunami. She had no control and was just along for the ride at this point.
He leaned down and licked one of her nipples through the lace bralette. Her back arched into his experienced tongue without a second thought. She felt his hand reach down and join her own, stroking up and down her folds. He removed her pants.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been thinking about this, about you, Granger,” he growled.
He pushed her own hand out of the way and used his own ring on her clit. She nearly howled as the overwhelming pleasure filleted her nerves.
“That’s it,” he breathed. “Good girl. You’re so good for me, so so good.”
She felt the bed shift as Malfoy moved downward. Suddenly, a tongue joined his hand, dipping in and out of her vagina, essentially fucking her. She shuddered and let out a whimper.
Ohhhhh.
Now he was curling his tongue to nail her G-spot. This man knew what he was doing. The combination of his magic tongue and vibrating ring was nearly too much but also just the right amount.
“Dr- Draco!” She cried out, nearing her climax.
Draco paused for a moment, and she feared she had made a mistake.
She pushed up onto her elbows.
“Did I do somethin- I- I’m sorr-”
“Say that again,” he ordered. “Say my name. Scream it.”
He went right back to touching her and eating her out with a vengeance.
“Draco, Draco, Draco, Draco, Draco,” she muttered, tossing her head from side to side as her toes and fingers dug into her sheets.
She moved one hand into his hair, it was just as soft as it looked.
“I- I- I- I’m gonna, I’m gonna…”
“Cum, Granger, cum for me. Now.”
Everything felt white hot as she came back down into her body. She was unaware how long she had came for, but she was aware that that was the hardest she had ever cum. She feared she’d constantly be comparing the future to this here with Draco.
Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she lay sprawled out in her bed like a freight train had just hit her, the Malfoy Express. The fire in her stomach was still roaring though, not yet tamed.
Draco was hovering above her, a satisfied look rounding out his sharp features. He pulled off his ring and then her ring; they immediately stopped vibrating upon being removed. She turned on her best doe eyes.
“Draco Malfoy, would you fuck me… For science?”
His sky blues darkened to twilight blue at her request. He licked his lips and nodded.
“Since you asked so nicely,” he agreed. “For science.”
He removed his pants and lined up at her entrance. There was no going back. However, she felt at that moment like she didn’t want to go back, that this had been building for a while now in its inevitability. The only constant was change.
“Are you sure?” Draco’s eyes scanned her face for any hesitation.
Finding none, he pushed in.
He groaned as he bottomed out. Gods he was big, stretching her to her limits.
“I just- one moment. Go slow, please.”
He leaned down and took her mouth with his. It was gentle like his strokes. He kissed her like he was worshipping her, savouring her and all her unique flavours like he would never taste them again.
“You know I,” she gasped, “I’ve thought about this too, about you.”
He moaned at her confession.
“You have?”
She hummed in agreement.
“That’s what this little experiment was all for, to see if I could get the thought of you out of my head.”
“How’s it working so far?” He breathed.
“Let’s just say that at least you’re not just in my head anymore,” she stated.
He huffed out a small laugh and began to really move. He pulled his hips all the way back and snapped them forward. He shifted them around, trying to find the right angle for her. He grabbed a pillow, lifted her and placed it under her hips.
Oh.
That felt amazing.
She moaned as he took her, wishing she could live in this moment forever.
“Look how you take it, so good,” he moaned into her ear. “My good girl, mine.”
Mine.
The word made her heart flutter for reasons that would need to be examined later.
“Give it to me!” She got out in between moans staccatoed by his hips. “Oh give it to me, Draco!”
She tucked her head into where his neck met his shoulder. She bit into his collar bone and sucked, causing him to hiss. She wanted to mark him, to leave some sort of trace behind so that tomorrow she knew this was real and not just a far off dream.
She released his skin and dropped her head back onto the pillow, curls fanning out around her. Sweat slicked both their bodies as they grinded together, building towards the end.
She was close, and his own movements were growing more and more desperate by the second.
“Draco!” She gasped out like a holy roller finding god in his eyes.
He fucked her threw her orgasm before his face twisted with pleasure. His eyes met her caramel ones, and that was it for him.
“Hermione!” He cried out as his hips stilled.
He had never called her that before.
He laid on top of her for a few moments, and she rubbed his back.
“Next time, just message me you want to see me instead of sending out an S.O.S,” he quipped, voice muffled into her neck.
She laughed at that and agreed to not repeat today.
He pulled out and disposed of the condom. He then laid next to her on the bed, pulling her in to cuddle.
“So did you reach any conclusions with your experiment?” He asked.
“Hm inconclusive,” she answered, eyes closed and head resting on his chest.
“Well then,” he sighed. “It looks like we’ll have to test it out again, for science, of course.”
“Of course,” she agreed.
What she didn’t tell him was that the only way she found she could get him out of her head was for him to actually be there in person. Then, she didn’t have to waste time and space thinking about him. This was not the conclusion she was expecting, and it needed to be greatly expanded upon. But there was no rush. Right now, they were just a man and a woman who had shared a lovely time together.
Draco got up from the bed and started locating his various pieces of clothes around her room. He was about to slip back into his auror robes when a question slipped from her lips.
“Stay?”
Shit.
She couldn’t believe she asked that out loud.
He halted his movements and then pulled his robe over his head, tossing it back onto the floor. He crawled back into her bed in his pants, blonde hair a dionysian kaleidoscope. She’d never before seen him so messy. She decided she liked him a bit bedraggled, if it was by her hand.
“For science?” He inquired.
“For science.”