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Christmas Eve 2011
Tipsy.
That’s what he was.
Not an unfamiliar feeling, but his mother was sure to castrate him at the dinner table tomorrow for having a hangover with his Christmas dinner.
But this time it was not his fault.
No.
The blame would be solely placed upon the shoulders of his stupid fucking friends and her - for merely existing.
Well, not that he didn’t consider her in the friend category. She had actually been an acquaintance for many years. But … calling her a friend would put them both into that box, and he wasn’t quite ready to admit that to himself yet.
No one friend-zoned Draco Malfoy.
It just wasn’t done.
He was far too superiorly attractive for that, and he refused to be yet another man that Hermione Granger would never touch with a barge pole.
It wasn’t always this way, of course. Not six months ago, Granger wasn’t even on his radar in that way. Yes, was attractive and yes, he got on decently with her but he never had an inkling.
Until that meeting-
Draco shook his head and inhaled his cigarette, trying to ignore the biting cold surrounding him. The pub was packed -as usual- and he had needed air, so had wandered to the bottom of the pub's garden whilst sleet had started to fall.
Now he was cold and wet.
Spiffing combination.
But at least he was away from his stupid friends while the goaded Granger about the new love in her life.
The bitter taste in Draco’s mouth only increased.
Cormac fucking Mclaggen.
Hermione Granger had finally said yes to a date with him. Him, of all the raging nonces in the Wizarding World.
It made Draco seeth, because why? And how? How did that cheeky little cunt manage to bag a date with the elusive Hermione Granger?
Not that Draco wanted to date her.
Nah.
Shag her into next week, absolutely.
But date?
Not really his style…
And Mclaggen didn’t even deserve her. The man wouldn’t know what to do with a woman like that, and it was a pity that she would find that out too late.
They didn’t call him ‘Two pumps and a quirt’ for nothing.
Well, no. They didn’t call him that.
But they should.
Maybe Draco would start the rumour himself.
In the distance, the door to the back of the pub opened and closed. Draco looked up and wished he hadn’t.
The object of his torment was heading right towards him, walking through the rows of empty pub tables -because no sane witch or wizard would be caught in a pub garden in the middle of winter - and passing the small brick wall to get to the gate.
There she was, looking all cosy in her coat, hat and gloves.
For fucks sake.
“Are you off home?” He asked, eyes still tracking her until she stood directly in front of him.
“I am. My apparition point is in the alley past the gate.” She told him.
The gate he was standing in front of.
“Right then,” but he made no action to move.
“Can I-” she signalled that she needed to move around him.
And where did she need to get to, exactly? To Mclaggen? Oh, no.
No, that wouldn’t do.
Draco would keep her talking instead.
Yes.
That was a splendid idea.
"I want to ask you something,” The cigarette flicked to the floor, his shoe snuffing it out. “And I want an honest answer.”
She was looking up at him like a deer caught in headlights.
“Oh God, this sounds rather dire.”
He wanted to smirk, he really did. But now was certainly not the time.
“Not dire, just a question.” He attempted to put on his voice of feigned innocence.
Granger wasn’t buying it.
She never did.
“Go on, then.” She rolled her eyes at him.
He wanted to fuck that look right off her face.
Maybe later.
Hopefully.
Christmas miracles did happen.
“What the fuck do you see in him?” He asked, and he watched her eyebrows raise into her hairline.
Ah, fuck.
This was not the road he had wanted to go down straight away, but clearly his alcohol-addled brain had made his jealousy rear its ugly head.
“I’m sorry?”
Was Draco not clear enough, or was she really this fucking dense? Did the man in question just not hold a thought in her mind for her to instantly think of him?
Interesting…
“Mclaggen.” Draco spat the name like it was a swear word. “What is it about him that has you caught in his net?”
It must have dawned on her then.
She grew instantly defensive.
"That is really none of your-”
But Draco was not done. “Surely you’ve seen him around the Ministry? He flounces around like he fucking owns the place-”
She huffed. “He does not flounce-”
“He does.” He raised an eyebrow. “Massive ponce.”
She gave him a look. “You are one to talk, Draco Malfoy.”
How dare she.
Draco Malfoy did not flounce like a ponce.
He swaggered like a cocky cunt.
He felt something rising up inside of him, something akin to - dare he say it?- jealousy.
“Go on then, tell me what is so attractive about him that he has drawn in the great Hermione Granger like a moth to a flame.”
Mclaggen had the physical disposition of an ogre and the personality of a doorhandle. What the fuck did she see in him?
Her eyes looked at him then. Really looked at him, as if deciding whether it was worth her time telling him anything at all.
And then;
“He is nice to me.”
It was said quietly, almost shyly. Draco watched her cheeks flush and her arms cross over her chest defensively.
He wanted to laugh.
“Nice?” He asked incredulously.
What a load of bollocks.
“Yes.” Granger answered, looking down at her feet for a moment.
Surely not.
Surely this was some sort of fucking joke?
Hermione Granger opened her legs to Mclaggen because he was nice to her? That’s it? That’s all it took? That is the small standard that a man has to live up to these days?
“That’s it?” The words left him like an offensive slur.
Granger was glaring at him.
“Does there have to be anything else?” she asked, her eyes lighting on fire as she took offense at his questioning.
Wow.
Wow, wow, wow.
“Fucking hell.” Draco’s hand went to his hair then in exasperation. “Fucking -” He laughed, still in disbelief. “Jesus Christ.” She was still looking at him, watching his reaction.
He looked her dead in the eye and gave her an honest one. “Granger, the last thing you need is nice.”
The glare only continued.
“Excuse me?”
How did she not get it? Was she that fucking incapable of being able to know what she deserved?
Draco knew he shouldn’t keep talking. He knew full well that his mouth was running away from him, but fuelled with alcohol and surrounded by pretty Christmas decor, he found himself incapable of caring very much about his inhibitions anymore.
T’is the season, and all that shite.
There wasn’t much of a friendship there to wreck anyway. If she didn’t speak to him again after this then that would be that - he would just have to get over it.
“You-” He tried to word it as eloquently as possible for her, something smart and poetic and tragic. “For fucks sake-” But he was failing miserably as he looked her in the face and just said; “You don’t just deserve nice.”
Her small frame faltered for a moment, her arms in that wooly coat she wore pulling it tighter around her, camel coloured scarf scrunching against her chest.
“Oh?” Now she just looked affronted. Fucking hell, he wasn’t explaining himself well at all here, was he? “And tell me, what exactly is it that I deserve? Pity? Brutality? Someone who will treat me like absolute shit and take me for granted?” She looked ferociously sexy as she berated him, a gloved finger poking him in the chest. “Is that what you think I deserve?”
He looked down at said finger, eyebrow raised.
“No.”
“Then tell me, Malfoy.” she spat, inching closer to him and poking him harder. “Tell me what I deserve.”
Oh, she was going to fucking get it now.
Draco leaned into that finger, forcing her to move backwards, walking step by step until her back hit the garden gate of the pub.
He was a good head and shoulders taller than her, and it had never occurred to him before that Granger was probably small enough to pick up and wrap her thighs around his waist without much effort -
Fuck.
It did him no good to be standing this close to her, surrounded by the scent that had been haunting him for fucking months. To look down into those doe eyes and see the pitiful mess of the man that he was staring back.
A pitiful drunk man who had suddenly decided to wear his cold, dead heart on his sleeve.
Because it was Christmas.
And because she looked fucking adorable in that bobble hat she was wearing.
He bent his head, chest inching down, closer to her while her finger dug into his sternum.
“You deserve someone who would break your fucking heart, Granger.” She locked her wide eyes on his. “Someone who would die for you just out of spite.” Her intake of breath pushed him on. “You deserve the type of desperate passion that people don’t really believe in anymore.”
And then he got close to her, practically nose to nose. He watched her eyes chase his lips for a fraction of a second.
That had him smirking.
“You deserve something so bitter that when it is sweet, it is the best fucking feeling in the world.”
What followed was a thick silence, the type that leaves you breathless. They simply stared at each other, caught in a trance.
And then;
“That sounds like torment.” She whispered, still not moving, finger still pressing into him though his chest was almost touching hers now.
“It is a far cry from your nice,” His smirk only became bigger. “Because it actually makes you feel something.”
She rolled her eyes at him.
“What if I don’t want heartbreak?”
“Then you don’t want to be really loved.” He stepped back then, putting his hands into his cost pockets. “You don’t want to be consumed and spat back out again.” He gave her a casual shrug. “Heartbreak is a perfect imperfection. Not enough people have freefalled into the feeling of total adoration for heartbreak to occur, and it shows. Torment is key, Granger.”
Now she just looked amused, but kept leaning back against the gate.
“You sound like you know the feeling quite well.”
He gave her the smallest of smiles. “Torment is my other personality these days.”
At this, her eyes seemed to catch alight like she had thought up the most perfect of plans.
“And who has tormented you, Malfoy?” Her head cocked to the side and he thought he might implode at the sudden wave of want that shot through him. “Who has made you feel such a way?”
He wanted to say;
You.
You have, you silly, silly woman.
But instead, he settled on; “Wouldn’t you like to know.” Because he was a cop out. “But we’re not talking about me, we’re talking about you and your appalling choice in lovers.”
This apparently piqued her interest.
“Lovers?” She gave him a sly look. “Plural?”
Draco nodded.
“Every. Single. One.”
That sly look only broadened. “Been watching my love life with keen interest, have you?”
Fuck.
Caught red handed.
“Laughing at it, mostly.” He said, throwing her off the scent.
Her eyes held thunder.
“Pig.”
Draco -with perfect timing, as always - snorted a laugh. “Fucking oink.”
Granger was not amused.
“My choices are my own and have nothing to do with you or anyone else.” She held her head high, nose stuck in the air. Fucking adorable. “I have never passed judgement while you bed-hopped with Daphne Greengrass or her sister at the same time -”
Well, well, well…
“Who told you about that?” He asked quickly, catching her off guard.
She hesitated for a moment.
“No one-”
Draco already knew, of course.
There was only one woman who did know about his drunken three-way dalliance with the Greengrass sisters.
“Bloody Pansy-” he mumbled to himself.
Granger eyed him pointedly. “Well if you don’t want your dirty laundry aired, never tell that girl anything.”
Easier said than done.
Pansy had a way of finding out everything.
Everything.
Even his hopeless crush on Granger had somehow got back to her over the last couple of months.
But that wasn’t the point right now, was it?
“How did that conversation even come about?” He asked, watching her curiously as she went silent, searching for an excuse.
Was she blushing?
Oh, this was too good.
A grin etched his lips as he cocked his head to the side. “Have you been asking our friends about my nocturnal habits, Granger?”
She scoffed.
“As if.”
He saw right through it.
“Liar.”
A few seconds after staring each other down, he saw it. The set of her shoulders and the way her blush disappeared.
Readying for battle.
“So what if I have?” she asked with a casual shrug.
Why?
“Why?”
Another shrug of her shoulders, giving nothing away. “Curiosity, I suppose.”
His brow furrowed.
“Because?”
She gave him a mistrustful look.
“Because what?”
Draco pushed on, still watching her reactions carefully. “What are you curious about?”
Clearly she had not thought quickly enough to consider what her answer would be if his line of questioning went down this road.
Her eyes widened, caught off guard.
"Nothing-”
“Tut tut, Granger.” He bit his bottom lip and it did not go unnoticed - her eyes tracked the movement before looking back up at him. “Don’t try hiding anything now.”
She puffed out a petulant breath, arms crossing over her chest as she shook her head, causing those magnificent curls at the bottom of her bobble hat to shake with her.
“This is ridiculous-” she began to mumble.
“You could have just come straight to the source, you know.” Draco put it out there with a grin.
Of course Hermione Granger never would have even considered it. But the idea that she could - that she was curious enough to even ask someone else about him …
The idea was very alluring.
She was still holding that defensive stance. The one that told him she was ready for a verbal fight. “And why would I do that when what you get up to has nothing to do with me, sexual or otherwise.”
It was Draco’s turn to scoff, taking a step closer to her then. “But you still wanted to know who I was fucking.”
That blush was back, creeping up from her neck and into her cheeks. But her words deflected. “And for some reason, you have a problem with who I am currently fu-”
Those words hit home like a fucking hammer to the heart.
He cut her off.
“Have you?”
Words out of his mouth before he could catch them, pull them back in and swallow them down. Another step closer, close enough to see the glint of confusion in her eyes.
“Have I what?” she asked quietly, scrunching her nose.
Please say no.
Please say no.
Please say fucking no.
“Fucked him.”
Because it would be the nail in the coffin for him. The unbearable agony of knowing that Cormac Mclaggen had gotten between a pair of thighs that would never be opened for someone like him.
The torment of knowing that a Wizard like Mclaggen had watched Hermione Granger fall apart in the throes of orgasm, been inside of her while she tightened -
For fucks sake.
She only looked highly offended.
“Now that is really none of your-”
Thank fuck for that.
Draco let out a silent prayer with his breath.
“I’ll take that as a no, then.”
“You don’t know that.” She practically hissed back at him in response.
Draco only smirked at her. “If you had, you wouldn’t be seeing him again.”
Granger gave him a roll of her eyes.
“And how do you know that?”
Now he had her.
He could have dropped this whole thing - stopped the conversation and walked away.
But no.
Draco liked to stick the knife in just a little further than necessary. And if that meant Granger would see Mclaggen for the waste of space that he really was, then that was even better.
“Because you’re not just there for a nice time, Granger.” He told her seriously, all humour disappearing from his tone. “You’re there hoping someone treats you with the intent that you really want.”
Her eyes looked him up and down, and Draco sincerely hoped that she appreciated the way his tailored suit cut in at all the right angles.
That was something else that made him better than fucking Mclaggen.
Draco had angles.
Mclaggen was fucking obtuse.
“And you think Mclaggen can’t give me what I want?” Draco could tell that her big brain was trying to re-assess. Trying to figure out where Draco was really going with all of this.
If only he fucking knew himself.
He had no idea.
He just knew that Mclaggen was not going to come out of this unscathed.
“No.” And he stepped into her then, crowding her small frame back against the gate. “Because a girl like you won’t ask for it.”
Her face was close now as he bent low, towards her.
“Ask for what?” she asked quietly.
He waited for a breath. He waited until her eyes were looking right into his. He waited until their chests were practically touching. He waited until his her full attention was on him.
“To be fucked properly.” he said finally barely above a whisper. “To be fucking coveted and for your body to be worked to a higher purpose.” he watched her carefully as her eyes glanced towards his lips. “For your pleasure to come first.” he wanted so desperately to dip his head towards her, to taste those parted lips of hers. “For you not to be given a choice.”
She gave another breath. So quiet now that a pin could be heard dropping between them.
“You don’t know-” she started.
He cut her off again.
“Oh, I do. It is an instinct.” Her arms dropped from her chest, resting at her sides. For a moment, it looked as if she were about to grab onto his coat, as if unsteady. “Some men pick up on it. The signs are all there within you, tell-tale signs hidden beneath virtue and modesty.” Were her eyes glazing over, or was it the dimming lights? “What women like you want is hidden deep down.” She shivered, mouth parting slightly. “And it definitely isn’t nice.”
Her eyes looked down, blush back on her cheeks.
“You make it sound dirty.”
He could not help the grin on his features. “I prefer the term depraved, but I’m willing to work with it.”
She looked back up at him, suddenly emboldened, like a switch had been turned on. “Of course you are.” Granger moved closer still then, up onto her tiptoes to meet him head on. “You certainly seem to think that you know me and my sexual preferences better than I appear to know myself.”
Draco did not falter, just continued to look down at her. “Call it intuition.”
It was her turn to smirk, and it was fucking glorious.
“Or,” she started, eyes directly on him. “You have spent a bit of time thinking about said sexual preferences.”
Spot on, if he was being honest.
But he wasn’t.
“You would like to think that, wouldn’t you?”
They stared each other down, both unwilling to waiver in their stubborn attempts to unnerve the other.
But damn him, Draco just could not help himself in the end. He was enjoying their little game too much to end it.
“Fine, I’ll indulge you.” He announced with a casual roll of his shoulders. “Let’s say I have thought about it. About you. It’s only natural, Granger.”
The look she gave him was a wild one. Full of confusion, surprise and dare he say it - excitement?
That, he was not expecting.
But what Granger was not expecting would only come to light once he had finally admitted to something. And that certain something had been vexing him for months on end.
“Natural? How, exactly?” Granger was unsure of his train of thought, and that only helped Draco’s cause.
Well, here goes nothing…
“In the same way that you have probably been caught off guard by a silly little half-fleeting sexual fantasy about me during work hours.” She looked horrified as she stared up at him, but Draco only had the audacity to smirk. “It happens, you’re only human.”
This would only get worse for him before it got better.
“You are such a tit-”
Fair comment, if he was honest.
“But I’m right, aren’t I?” He cocked his head at her, her eyes widening even further at him. “Sat there in a boring meeting, only half listening while I sit on the opposite side of the table, sleeves rolled up whilst taking notes. And then a random thought pops into your head-” Her cheeks were so flushed they were giving off heat. “-and suddenly you’re breathing a little deeper, thinking about what damage those arms could do to you - what type of bruises my fingers could leave on your throat-”
He saw it in her eyes, the moment it all clicked.
That boring meeting, all those months ago.
That one, fleeting thought.
The one about his hands and forearms.
And then the technicolour fantasy that had eclipsed her mere moments after.
“It was you-” Granger said on a breath, properly looking at him now.
“Sort of.” He admitted with a wry smile. “But you started it.”
She had.
The silly woman had let her mind wander and he had picked up on the sudden rush of imagery that had been subconsciously thrown towards him.
Draco had just decided to finish it. To show her what could really happen - not just the fluffy fantasy Granger had flashed through her mind.
“You’re a legilimens.” she breathed. “Oh my God-” Once again, she looked horribly embarrassed. “Some of those thoughts were not my own-”
Draco merely shrugged, eyes on her at all times. “Once I tapped in, I found myself unable to tap out.” His chest brushed hers. “But I won’t apologise, Granger.” Eyes flitted down to her lips. “I’ve been fighting all sorts of urges ever since.”
He watched her swallow slowly.
“Urges?”
Oh, so she was intrigued, was she?
Yes, he had fucking urges.
They had run rampant for months in his mind.
“Things I want to say.” He leaned in closer. “Things I want to do.” Their noses were practically touching. “Things I really want to fucking do to you.”
She held her breath for a second.
“Malfoy-”
“I know, I know.” He stopped her and went to take a step back. “You think you’re a good girl, so I shall save your veiled modesty.”
Granger grabbed onto the lapels of his coat, keeping him in place.
Well, this was quite the turn of events.
Draco gave her a smug look.
She gave him a determined one in return.
“I don’t think I’m a good girl.”
The silence was thick around them for a few long moments, each staring at each other as if daring the other to goad them further.
Draco bent so low his lips were practically inches from hers.
The tension coiled his muscles like a snake waiting to strike.
“But you want to be.” he whispered, and watched as her eyes almost rolled into the back of her skull.
“Oh, God-” the smallest of noises came from her, knuckles white as she clung to his coat.
Her eyes shut.
His lips moved to graze her jawline, finding the shell of her ear.
“I think I have indulged you enough, don’t you?”
Granger didn’t let him go.
She only anchored herself, whispering;
“You haven’t indulged me, you have just admitted to an invasion of my privacy.”
If only she could say it like she meant it.
But no, her tone did not reflect her words.
Was Granger breathless?
Draco decided to push it further.
“It was good though, wasn’t it?” he breathed low against her ear, and the shiver against him was instant.
“I-” Yes, Granger was breathless.
His lips touched her earlobe, causing her to grip his coat tighter, bringing him flush against her, still standing on her tiptoes as she practically leaned against him.
“I especially enjoyed the way you thought I’d be the exhibitionist type to bend you over a table in front of a room full of Ministry officials.”
She gasped into him.
“You broke so many Ministry rules-”
A small, quiet laugh into her ear had her shivering again. “The whimpers you made inside of that brilliant head of yours-”
“-could be sanctioned for illegal use of-” she babbled, and Draco was sure that not even she knew what was coming out of her mouth.
“-The way you imagined I would feel inside of you-” his lips travelled to that sensitive spot just below her lobe.
“-so inappropriate-” she drew a breath.
“-such a tight fit-” they grazed softly against the skin there.
She made a choking sound, but did not move herself away. “-could never be able to look you in the eyes ever again-”
Fuck, the idea that he could make her feel that way did things to him. “-sometimes I think I would give anything to hear you moan my name that way for real-”
She gasped against him once again at his words. “-let alone ask you to make me feel like that-”
Draco felt her lips move against his jaw, and that alone had him jumping into action.
Because fuck it, it was Christmas.
He had been a very good boy this year.
As good as he was going to get, anyway…
“Granger.” He pulled back from her, grabbing her shoulders. “Granger, look at me.”
Nose to nose again as she slowly opened her eyes. She’s had them closed - a good sign, he hoped.
Her pupils were large and black, the thin ring of hazel was all to be seen.
She was affected.
Draco swallowed slowly. “Ask me, Granger." It came out like a whisper. “What do you want? Ask me properly.”
“I-”
Draco was not about to let her go now. No, he would not stop until he got it out of her.
“Use your words.”
There was a flash of something in her eyes. He wanted to call it bravery or defeat, but when she spoke, he knew that it was something so much more than that.
“Make-” She said it so quietly against him that he leaned in further, her mouth against his ear this time. “I want you to make me feel like that.”
He shuddered.
Fuck.
Yes.
Finally.
“And the magic word, love?” He asked, just as quietly as he held his breath waiting for her answer.
“Make me. Please.”
In a second, Draco had her backed right up against the gate, his body crowding hers.
Before they went further, he had to make her aware. Before he touched her, he had to let her know.
“I’m not saying all of this because I think I would be good for you in the end.” The snowflakes settled along her dark eyelashes as she looked up at him. The lamp from the garden lit her up from above like something ethereal - something he did not deserve. She was looking at him like she knew all of his secrets. “In fact, I would probably ruin your life.”
She’s still looking up at him, dark eyes clouded and glazed with a look of distant longing.
Fuck.
Maybe she had been thinking about this for longer than he had anticipated.
Draco grabbed her chin, forcing her face closer to him once more. He could smell the sweet peppermint on her breath.
“I am all kinds of wrong for you, and we both know it.” His thumb rubbed along her jaw, eyes tracing the way the golden flecks in her eyes grew sharper as he spoke. “But I don’t think anyone will be able to make you feel the things you want. Not like I can.”
She wants to protest, and Draco can tell.
But she doesn’t move away, she simply takes a small breath, bites her bottom lip as she processes what he is telling her.
<The deal that is silently being made here.
He leaned in ever closer, nose brushing against her jawbone, lips moving to linger against the shell of her ear.
“If you let me do this, I would fucking worship you Granger.” He whispered as she took a deep, nervous breath. “And I would make sure that I ruin you for anyone else who comes after me, too.”
It took a few moments, and they felt like a lifetime.
But then;
“Your place or mine, Malfoy?”
As it turned out, Hermione Granger did not know what to do with her hands when she was nervous.
It was cute, but the way she kept running her fingers through her now hatless-hair was distracting.
She took off her coat, scarf and shoes and suddenly the nerves seemed to have taken over her.
That would not do.
“How do you want to do this?” she asked as she played with the fabric on the back of her couch.
Yes, she had brought him back to her home
He cocked his head at her curiously.
“How did you imagine?”
“I don’t-” she started, not looking at him and tripping up over her own tongue. “I mean, I never really consider starting points when-”
“Alright.” Draco took his own coat off then, folding it over the back of the couch and stepped towards her. “Would you rather I took control?”
It would be no good letting her shrink away now. He needed her comfortable and capable of knowing her own mind.
“Yes, I think so.” she breathed, and then finally looked up at him.
She was blushing again.
It was fucking adorable.
“Okay then,” He told her, direct eye contact to show her that he meant every word he said. “Show me your room.”
Granger swallowed slowly before nodding and then turning towards a door just off her living room.
The quaint little flat was big enough for one, maybe two people at the most, with a kitchenette attached to the living room. She probably paid a fortune in rent for such a snug and cosy space, but that was central London for you.
He followed her into her bedroom, the double bed taking up the majority of the space, everything decorated in creams and lilac’s. The scent of Jasmine was strong here.
Her scent.
Intoxicating to the senses.
Granger turned and looked at him expectantly.
Well, then.
Here went nothing.
Slowly, and with his eyes still directly on her, Draco started to unfasten his tie. He let it drop to his feet before going to the cuffs of his sleeves, rolling them gently up to the tops of his forearms.
Granger watched him with wide eyes as he unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt.
“Wait-” she stuttered.
Draco raised a blonde eyebrow at her with a small smirk.
“Stage freight?”
She shook her head and looked around her as if embarrassed. “No, I just-” her eyes glanced at the switch on the wall. “-the lights are usually-” then she took a deep breath, as if to steady herself. “Let’s do this bit together.”
Ah…
Draco only nodded his head.
“As the lady wishes.”
One piece of clothing at a time, like some sort of tentative strip tease.
Draco’s heart beat increased when Granger shed her shirt and skirt, leaving her in nothing but a mis-matched pair of knickers and bra.
But fuck, her curves.
Her eyes were round as they took him in, standing there in nothing but his boxers with an erection that would be embarrassing if the situation didn’t call for it.
She liked what she saw.
That was enough for him.
Granger said she would count to three.
She did.
Her bra came off, so did her knickers.
Draco could only stare in astonishment at her, mouth dry.
He removed his boxers.
Her eyes went even wider.
He wasn’t paying attention, he was too busy looking over every inch of her.
Mclaggen almost had this.
Probably still would.
The lucky cunt didn’t deserve her.
“Fucking hell, Granger.” His tone was deep, a rumble from his chest as he stared at her, completely entranced. “Do me a favour, yeah?” He swallowed, taking her in from head to toe. “Don’t ever turn the lights off on yourself ever again.”
The colour she turned at his words had her chest flushing.
“I don’t take compliments well.”
“You should,” He let his eyes settle on her breast. Absolute perfection. “The colour suits you.”
She gave a nervous laugh. “What do we do now?” She was trying hard not to cover herself up and he could tell. “I mean, what would you usually do?”
What he would usually do had no place in the here and now. He would usually make it a quick, hard fuck with the lady on her knees while he got balls deep.
But not with Granger.
No, she needed more than that.
"That depends.” He told her quietly, taking a step towards her. “Do you want to be kissed? Or would you prefer to be laid down and taken care of?”
Her breath hitched.
“I-” he stood in front of her, close enough for their chests to touch. “You-” Her eyes fell to his lips. “You would kiss me?”
He took the chance to take hers in then, using a finger to lift her chin up. Bowed lips, the perfect shape.
Of course they would be.
“Why wouldn’t I kiss you?” He asked, leaning down into her until they were practically touching.
“Isn’t it a bit intimate?” she whispered against him, lips millimetres apart.
“Granger, I have thought about nothing but coming inside of your tight cunt for months.” She gasped against him, and he took the opportunity to let his bottom lip graze hers. “I don’t think a few kisses are going to rock the boat, do you?”
When she moved in, her softness covering him and threatening to devour him, it was magnetic. He felt the pull towards her, wanting more in an instant.
The kiss was slow and deliberate, a chance for them both to adjust to each other and explore the softness. And fuck, was she soft. His hands found her waist and pulled her flush against him as her arms wound around his neck.
Her tongue met his, and it was fireworks.
He wasted no more time after that, groaning into her as he started to move them both back towards the bed. Granger began feeling around him, fingers on his arms, chest, the pulse point of his neck.
Without breaking that all-engulfing kiss, he lifted her up, thighs instantly winding around him and then they were pressing down onto the bed, Draco nestled snugly between her thighs.
“Fuck.” He groaned against her, foreheads touching as he broke the kiss to look down at where they were almost joined. “So fucking wet.”
He didn’t care that it was vulgar, it felt too fucking good not to share.
“God-” her head snapped back against the pillow, neck completely exposed.
She looked fucking stunning.
Why did she have to look so fucking stunning? It had completely thrown him off. He had plans - things he wanted her to ask for. Fucking hell, it was almost too much.
“So many things I planned on doing to you, but I’m a desperate man-” His hips moved against her, cock nudging against her entrance.
“Please-” nails dug into his back as her own hips shifted, thighs opening wider to give him more access.
Fuck.
He loved the way she begged. He could listen to that for the rest of his life.
Lips against her ear, his hand moved between them to get himself into position. “Only because you beg so sweetly.”
And then he pushed forwards, his whole fucking world imploding.
“Fuck-” he gasped against her, inching in a little more.
“Yes, Malfoy-” Granger was panting, wiggling her hips for more friction.
Draco wasted no time then.
His hips found purchase, rocking into her with deep thrusts on every hit. When she mewled, he only went harder - faster.
Hands were everywhere, holding onto his back and shoulders while his own ended up at the nape of her neck, grabbing her hair and forcing her to look up at him.
“You see?” He told her, nose to nose. “This isn’t nice, Granger.” They were panting into each other, sharing the same air with wild eyes. “You and me, we will never be nice.”
She groaned again.
“I need-”
Jesus Christ, wow.
He had barely done anything but fuck her and he could already feel it. Granger was coiling like a spring around him, hurtling towards something powerful.
Draco went harder, deeper. Every hit against those precious nerves of hers with his pubic bone sent her flying, gasping for breath as she moaned for more.
“We’re fucking electric.” His lips were against her jaw. “Fuck, I can feel you getting tighter-”
She shuddered at his words.
“So good-”
“How long has it been for you?” He pushed himself up onto his forearms to get a better look at her. All of her. “I can already feel you trembling.” Fucking hell, she was beautiful. “Jesus Christ-”
Granger’s eyes were closed again, bottom lip trembling as her body fought the onslaught.
“I’m getting close-” she whispered.
“Gonna fucking kill me-” his hand reached out, wanting to test something.
Her eyes flew open when he grasped her throat. She tightened once more around him.
He knew it. Knew she would like it like this.
“Please, Malfoy-” only now, he was fairly certain that she didn’t know what she was begging for.
And no, that certainly wouldn’t do either.
“Oh, no you don’t.” His hips ground themselves against her most sensitive part. “If you want it, say it.” Her eyes rolled back into her skull. “Look at me, Hermione.”
She tried, Draco would give her that.
She really tried to look up at him, but with each roll of his hips inside of her, he brought her closer to the edge.
It only made him fuck her harder and keep going. Her eyes rolled even as the bed knocked against the bedroom wall with a continuous, dull thud.
She was so close.
He could feel it in her.
“I’ll let you have it, but you have to do this for me.” He told her through a breathless pant.
She was barely listening, lost in hysteria.
“I’m going to-”
“Say it-” His hand tightened around her throat just as he felt the first wave hit her. “Fuck-”
And what a wave it was.
“God, Draco-”
Her body bucked beneath his, back arching from the mattress as she shuddered against him and gripped his back, nails leaving marks on his skin.
But he didn’t care.
She had said it.
“Fuck, yes-”
As she started to come down, Draco started to go harder, losing himself in the feeling of her and letting go completely.
It was like fucking heaven.
“Fucking ruin you-” He gripped her thighs, “-no one else comes close-” head falling against her neck, “-fill you up-” his body began to buck and shudder, “- he won’t take care of you-” he was so fucking close, “-not like I can-” he was a desperate, desperate man.
“Inside me, Draco.” She whispered into his hair, arms around his neck. "Please-"
He broke.
And he did.
He said her name, he knew that much.
Said it over and over and he pounded into her, spilling every drop without hesitation. Her legs were still wrapped tightly around him, their breathing erratic for a long while after.
Neither moved.
Neither dared to.
The only sign of life were his pants and her delicate hand weaving through his hair.
And after a few quiet moments;
“You said-” She whispered against him in a suddenly shy voice. “You said you wanted to take care of me?”
Fuck.
He never babbled like that during sex.
What had she done to him?
“I said a lot of things, but yes.” He sighed into her neck and realised he was actually still inside of her. “I think I would be good at that.”
She was silent for a moment, moving her hips subconsciously against him and making his groan at the friction.
"But you said you would be no good for me.” she said as she played with the hair at the top of his neck.
Fucking hell.
He was getting hard again.
A Christmas miracle, indeed.
“I did.” he admitted, his cock slipping back inside of her and making them both groan.
Granger certainly didn’t object, though.
“You said that we would be messy. That you would ruin me.” Her hips moved once again against his, making her lose her breath.
Draco looked up at her, lips trailing her jawline. “And my opinion has not changed.”
And then he rose up, fully on top of her until they were nose to nose once more.
Her eyes held hope.
His held promise.
He rocked forwards and hit home inside of her in one thrust.
“But that doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t want to try.”
Another thrust, making her gasp.
“And try.”
They both lost their breath that time, eyes on each other as he filled her.
“And try.”
The End.