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Draco arched back in his chair, his long legs stretched out while his arm rested carelessly against the wooden back of the seat next to him. His eyes were narrowed, eyebrow raised at the woman across the table. She stared right back, a slight smirk playing on her cherry red lips. Her tongue popped out teasingly as her mouth slowly slid into an enticing and smug smile.
When Hermione Granger approached him earlier that night, he knew he was in for a battle of wits. He got that, but he got something more too. It’d been nearly two hours since their respective friends had left the bar to head home. However, they still sat there, drinks flowing between them as they traded barbs and, dare he say it, flirted dangerously close to territory they’d never crossed before.
“You’re bluffing, Granger,” he said.
“Am I?” she leaned forward, and Draco had to fight the urge to glance down at her breasts spilling from her low-cut top as she pressed herself against the table. “I don’t tend to bluff. That’s more your game.”
He chuckled. “Right you are. What do you wager?”
“Five galleons should be good.”
“Right, so the first to finish their drink wins.”
She nodded, and they prepped themselves, gripping their brand new mugs of beer tightly as the liquid sloshed around.
“One, two, three—go!”
Both of them lifted their glasses and began to down their drinks. Draco gulped hungrily, confident that there was no way the petite woman across the table from him would be able to finish faster than him. The sound of a glass hitting the table mere seconds later interrupted his concentration, and he stopped to see that Hermione’s glass was completely empty. There was a great smile plastered on her face.
“How—” he began.
“I told you, I’m unbeatable,” she laughed heartily. “Now pay up.” She reached her hand across the table, palm up, and Draco nodded in defeat as he fished out five galleons out of the pocket of his jeans to hand over.
“Impressive, Granger. But I need to know how you did it. That was probably faster than I’ve ever seen anyone chug before, and I’m friends with Crabbe and Goyle, and they don’t know how to do anything but chug their drinks.”
“If you must know,” she rolled her eyes playfully, “I don’t care for the taste of beer, particularly this brand. So to avoid tasting it, I drink it faster than most.” She shrugged, looking smug. “It has made me very, very good at chugging.”
“You minx,” Draco suddenly realized she’d tricked him. “You let me order that round on purpose—a free drink and a chance to get galleons out of me!”
“I couldn’t let the opportunity pass me up,” Hermione said, completely unashamed.
He shook his head in disbelief and laughed.
“Alright,” he stood up and grabbed his coat from the back of his chair. “It’s getting late, and I feel Tom over there is ready for us to leave.” He motioned towards the man behind the bar working through his closing clean-up routine. Tom had been shooting them obvious looks of annoyance as the evening had dragged on. Hermione nodded in agreement, stood from her chair, grabbed her coat, and slid it on.
Draco watched as she did so and extended his hand towards her, which she accepted with no hesitation. They waved their goodbyes to the bartender and walked out into the cold night and empty street. They strolled for a while, hand-in-hand and not speaking. Both were unsure how to proceed as a thick tension of hesitation filled the air.
Eventually, Draco had enough—he had to say something, or the silence might choke him.
“I’ve enjoyed tonight, Granger.”
His voice seemed to shock her from her thoughts, and she glanced up at him.
“I have too.” She paused. “And my name is Hermione.”
Draco felt his heart jump into his throat. “What?”
“You always use people’s surnames, don’t you? Granger, Potter, Weasley... I mean, even earlier—Crabbe and Goyle, your own friends! I want you to call me Hermione.”
“Oh,” he swallowed hard, “I can do that...Hermione.”
Suddenly, she stopped walking. Her grip on Draco’s hand tightened, stopping his momentum and preventing him from moving forward.
“Would you like to play another game?” she asked. Her voice had a hint of something in it—curiosity, perhaps. She cocked her head to the side as she looked at him, almost eerily like a cat stalking its prey.
“That depends on what the game entails,” he said, his voice low.
“It’s a game I’m fairly certain” —she allowed her eyes to run over him, a hungry look appearing on her face— “we will both thoroughly enjoy.”
When Hermione smirked, Draco knew he was in danger. She stepped closer to him and began to count.
“One,” she whispered, leaning forward to place her hand on his chest and pushing him against the wall of the building they were next to. Draco could instantly feel the cold bricks through his shirt. It was a stark contrast to the heat of his body.
“Two.” Hermione slid her hand down, teasing the buttons of his shirt and popping a few open. Her actions created a trail of goosebumps as her finger ghosted his skin. He felt his breathing quicken, and the world around them seemed to disappear as she became the only focus in his mind.
“Three.” Her fingers slipped into the waistband of his trousers, and he felt himself growing hard from how close she was. She moved to press into him fully with her body, and every soft curve was magnetic. He slid his hands up to grip her waist, attempting to pull her even closer, and she looked knowingly at him.
“Four.” Her eyes were dark with lust as they stared into his and the lamp above them created a mischievous sparkle in her dark irises. When he glanced down at those ruby-painted lips, she leaned in even closer to allow their mouths to barely touch. He was sure he was looking at her with as much desire as she was him.
“I declare a tongue war.”
With that, she surged forward the final centimeters and connected their lips. Draco felt himself fall into her—the feeling excited him. He wanted to prove to her that he could make her feel like no one else could. She had all control over him, and he was content to let her drag him into her little games as they allowed themselves to become consumed with the kiss.
Finally, Draco thought to himself as he pulled her even closer and ran his tongue against the softness of her lips. She pulled his bottom lip into her mouth in response, sucking lightly as they kissed with a fury that could only be built from hours of anticipation.
“Mine or yours?” She asked between kisses, and she worked on untucking his shirt. She was in no mood for games or foreplay. And neither was he. Their entire night had been just that.
“Mine,” Draco gasped. He pulled away from her as he unpocketed his wand to Apparate them directly to his flat. Hermione continued kissing his neck as he tried his best to clear his mind and perform the magic. With a struggle, he managed to cast the spell and felt the pull of Apparition take them away from the dark alley and into the warmth of his sitting room.
He immediately slammed her against the wall, and the pictures hanging there rattled from the force. She moaned as he worked his way down her neck while fingering the flimsy blouse that had been teasing him all night long.
“You” —he nipped her neck— “and this shirt have been teasing me all night.” Draco ripped the shirt over her head to reveal a dark blue silk bra. Ducking his head down, he kissed a nipple through the fabric. She let out a moan as he explored further, and he groaned as she slid her fingers through his hair, her nails scraping his skull in pleasure. Draco slid his mouth across the softness of her exposed skin, dragging his hand up her back to the latch, and undid the bra to allow him unlimited access to her.
“My, my—” Draco paused when he spotted them. Two shiny piercings on each nipple, the silver jewelry standing out starkly against her dark skin. She seemed to preen under his hungry gaze. “Hermione Granger, will you ever stop shocking me tonight?”
“The surprise is all—” she began to reply, only to stop with a gasp as Draco bent down and took a nipple into his mouth. The cold hard metal contrasted with the softness of her flesh, and he felt like a man starved, discovering candy. He was developing a sweet tooth that would never disappear, only fed by her sweet skin under his tongue—a delicacy he’d remember forever.
Hermione, meanwhile, got back to work on finishing untucking the buttons of his shirt, completing what she’d started earlier. She ripped the shirt off him and slid her hands up his chest. She continued to trail them up to his neck, scraping her nails against his skin as she did. Draco felt his body tremble under her ministrations and groaned.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered against her skin, and he looked up to see her smiling brightly at him in the dark room. He abandoned his exploration to grip her face in his hands and kiss her hard again, unable to deny the pull of her red lips.
“More, Draco—” she mumbled, “I want more.”
He nodded and slid his hands down her body, ghosting her curves until he reached her thighs. Gripping her tightly, Draco hoisted her up into his arms. He moved them with ease through the hallways of his home, only one destination in his otherwise distracted mind. His legs worked on their own accord as Hermione kissed him firmly. He managed to open his bedroom door and threw her on top of his waiting bed. He shed his trousers and pants, then crawled to her on the bed. She looked glorious, sprawled out on his dark blankets and staring at him with lust-filled eyes.
Draco kissed her stomach softly as he gripped her waist before sliding his hand over her stomach and murmuring a wandless contraception charm. Hermione shuddered as the magic washed over her, and she threaded her fingers through his hair again.
But then she pushed his head downwards, and Draco smirked dangerously when he realized exactly what she wanted. He easily complied. Unbuckling her jeans, he sat up just enough to slide them and her knickers off of her. Hermione lifted her legs to make it easier, and Draco balled them up to toss them into the corner of the room.
Then, he brought his full attention to the woman in his bed.
“Simply—” he dove down and separated her legs, smelling her arousal as he brought his lips to her center. “Glorious.”
One lap of his tongue against her cunt had Hermione breathing heavier. He focused on her clit as he massaged it in a circular motion. She tasted so naturally… her, and it was the most delicious thing Draco had ever devoured. He then raised his hand to tease her slit before entering her with a single finger. Hermione sighed and spread her legs further, allowing him even more freedom to move. He began to pump in and out and curved his finger forward with every other thrust. All the while, he sucked lightly against her clit and slurped up every drop of her release.
Hermione’s hands found his hair again. With a thrilling realization, Draco deduced the witch must have an affinity for his platinum locks. She pulled them lightly as he continued his exploration of her cunt. He knew he was doing something right when her grip grew almost painful.
“Oh—” she groaned out loud when Draco increased the pressure of his ministrations and added a second finger to her cunt, “ Merlin , help me. More, Draco, more. Please,” she gasped, “—almost there.”
Draco felt her release before he heard her. She gushed against his lips and squeezed his fingers as her back arched off the bed. A moan vibrated through her body, thrilling Draco even more than before. He ground himself against his bed as she rode her orgasm out, seeking even an inch of pleasure for himself as she shook around him.
After a moment, Hermione seemed to catch her breath and lifted her head to look down at him with hooded eyes. She gave him a loopy grin before lifting her hand up and beckoning him towards her with a single finger. Draco smirked and moved up her body to grip her hair in his hands as he kissed her soundly on the lips. She seemed to relish the taste of her release on his tongue as she reached down between them and gripped his cock in her hand.
The suddenness of her hand on him shocked Draco, and he grunted as she slid her hand along his length. Her hand felt so good as she stroked him with a firm grip, and it took everything to stop himself from thrusting into her hand and coming way too soon.
“I want you,” Draco muttered against her mouth, and Hermione adjusted herself to allow him to fall between her legs. She let go of his cock, and he felt the silkiness of her cunt against him. He gyrated his hips against her, and they both relished at the feeling of skin on skin.
“Have me, Draco,” she breathlessly said.
“On your knees, witch,” Draco growled, and Hermione twisted quickly. He reached down to position himself against her entrance. Draco entered her with a push, and they both hummed in pleasure. He pushed forward until he was fully seated inside her and began to thrust slowly, learning how to move their bodies as one. It was a glorious completion that Draco would never grow bored of.
He learned quickly, and soon he was gripping her hips tightly as he thrust into her. The sound of slapping skin soon filled the air. Hermione whimpered in pleasure, and Draco relished in the view she provided.
But Draco still wanted more.
Gripping her hair tightly with one hand, Draco pulled her up so that her back was against his chest. He reached around and began to draw circles on her clit with his other hand. She gasped from the sudden change in pace, and Draco pounded into her as he lapped at her neck, being sure to repeatedly kiss every spot that had Hermione crying out.
She must have been sensitive from her first orgasm because much too soon, Draco knew she was close again. But he wasn’t ready for that. He knew the feeling of her coming on his cock would send him overboard, and he had more plans for her. So he stopped the motion on her clit and pulled his hand away, causing Hermione to let out a whine of protest.
“Ah, none of that, love.” He slowed down the pace. “I want you to ride me before you come again.”
“If that’s the case,” Hermione smirked and pushed him off of her with enough power to make Draco fall onto his back onto the bed. Twisting around, she hiked her leg over his waist and positioned herself on him. She sank down slowly and began to rock her hips in an enticing motion.
“Such a pretty picture,” Draco praised her. “That’s right, such a good girl.”
Hermione looked like a goddess above him, her curls creating a halo around her head. The light outside his bedroom window kept catching on those surprising nipple piercings causing the jewelry to steal his attention again. He couldn’t drink enough of her in as she rode him like her life depended on it.
“Would you—” Hermione gasped as she ground against him slowly, “like to play another game?”
Draco grinned up at her, taking in the gleam of sweat against her chest as she drew closer to her release again.
“What do you have in mind this time, love?”
She smirked and leaned down to her to connect their lips briefly before pulling back just enough for her hair to fall around their faces like a curtain. The wild curls blocked the view of Draco’s room from them both.
“We already cast a contraception charm,” Hermione said. “It has a 99% effectiveness, meaning there’s still a 1% chance I could get pregnant if you were to come inside of me.”
Draco felt a rush at her words, unintentionally thrusting up into her slightly harder at the thought of this woman round with his heir.
“Oh—” Hermione grunted. “Someone likes the thought of that.” Her eyes rolled back slightly from his new brutal pace. “Come inside of me, Draco. Let’s play a game of chance. Ninety-nine to one,” she dipped to kiss him again. “Let’s allow the fates to decide.”
Draco hissed before flipping them and pulling her legs around his shoulders. He began to drive into her with a fury he hadn’t known was in him. He’d never given it a thought before, but just the idea of filling this woman up and having her pregnant despite the odds was thrilling. He could feel an odd feeling of determination bursting in his chest, which fueled him to move even faster.
Every thrust of Draco’s hips drove Hermione further up the bed as she sighed in delight from the new angle. He slipped his hand between them and stroked her clit with circular motions. Within seconds Hermione was clutching the bed as she threw her head back, eyes closed and mouth hung open from bliss.
She panted out small gasps as he continued his actions. Only when she began to thrash away uncontrollably did he adjust their bodies again. He moved her legs to wrap around his waist, and then he covered her body entirely with his own. He smiled and paused to look at her face as he reached up to push some curls out of the way while they stared into one another’s eyes.
“Glorious,” Draco murmured, repeating his earlier praise, and Hermione’s face lit from his words. He could feel she was close to falling apart around him, so he began to thrust quickly into her again. “That’s right, love,” he panted out. “Come for me. Squeeze me tight with that cunt of yours. Let’s test those odds.”
Hermione came with a shout, all her muscles spasming around his cock. She reached up and grabbed his forearms with such a tight grip he knew there would be crescent-shaped marks from her nails embedded into his skin. She was gushing around him as they rode the wave of her orgasm, and Draco felt himself begin to follow her.
His thrusts grew sloppy as he felt the sensation building in his stomach explode. One last thrust, and he came inside of Hermione—he reveled in the warmth of their fluids mixing together. Hermione’s muscles continued to contract around him, causing Draco to grunt into her hair and collapse entirely on top of her. His body and mind were numb from pleasure.
“Ugh, Draco,” Hermione grunted breathlessly. “Get off of me, you oaf.”
The demand shocked Draco, and he lifted his head to look up at her with wordless humor. He tried to control his breathing, but the laughter building inside of him was threatening to take control.
“Did you just call me an oaf?” he finally asked, bewildered, as the laughter took over. Hermione joined in, and they laid there lost in their giggles as she weakly tried to shove him off her.
“Yes, now get off of me,” she said, still giggling. Draco complied and rolled to her side. He pulled her into a spooning position and buried his face into her hair. Hermione relaxed against him and ran her fingers slowly across his forearm, which was wrapped around her waist. Their breathing finally began to slow, and sleep began to overtake them both.
“Hmm, how about that. The infamous Draco Malfoy is a cuddler,” Hermione spoke with a slurred tone as she began to fall asleep. Draco grunted and pinched her side lightly.
“Oh shut up and go to sleep, you witch,” he replied good-naturedly.
And with that, Draco felt himself drift asleep as well, fully sated and relaxed as Hermione snuggled into his side. He couldn’t help but think that the odds that this night might have changed his life were much better than ninety-nine to one.