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“Are you okay, Granger?” He asked, stitching his eyebrows together. “You’re acting rather.. Odd.”
Oh, fuck it.
Hermione downed a big gulp of her sangria before setting it down on the table. She let out an exaggerated sigh, sitting back on the couch and positioning herself to face her entire body towards him. She leaned her elbow against the chesterfield black leather couch, a smile creeping on her lips.
She looked into those silver eyes of his that watched her so intently, and her lips couldn’t help themselves into forming a smile and letting a nervous chuckle to escape. She averted her eyes towards the floo, her mind wandering to the possibility of someone barging in during her little confession.
“Granger.” Draco called out, lightly chuckling. “What is it?”
“It’s nothing!” Hermione exhaled, trying to build up her Gryffindor courage as she looked him in the eyes once more. “I just had a dream about you.” She shrugged, trying to be nonchalant.
He arched a brow and caused her heart to skip a beat. I really need to get laid if that simple gesture caused such a reaction. She thought to herself. “A dream about me?” He questioned in a bit of disbelief. “What kind of dream?”
Curiosity . She liked the way his face looked curious; a ghost of a smile on his pink lips, a twinkle in his eyes, and the expression on his face that appeared he was battling something within himself.
“Oh, I’m not telling you that part.” She grinned with a child-like innocence.
He gave her a puzzled look. His brows furrowed, and she could almost see the gears winding in his head. His pretty little head. With pretty platinum blonde hair. That she would’ve liked to run her hair through. With his head between her legs. Or while he would pound into her.
Her devious thoughts were quickly shut down when he spoke up.
“Granger..” He said in a somewhat stern voice; although she could sense the falseness in it.. “What kind of dream?”.
She playfully shrugged, filling her glass with the charmed sangria bottle that would supply the beverage endlessly. She brought the now filled glass to her lips and smiled cheekily. “I don’t know, what kind of dream did you think I had?”
“You are acting like a teenage school girl.” Draco complained, keeping his face as neutral as possible - but there was a light pink tint to his porcelain skin.
Hermione grinned as wide as a Cheshire cat then. “You trying to tease me already proves you’re just dying to know what the dream was.”
“Granger.” Draco said, the way her first name rolled off of his tongue sounding like music to her ears. She wondered how they sound when he says it while- “Out with it already. We are both adults, I doubt anything you tell me will shock me in any sort of way. ”
She could feel her face flushing. Hermione bit her bottom lip, placing the palm of her hand over her eyes as she giggled. She moved her hand to cover her mouth, looking at him. Her whole body was heating up, and she took a deep inhale. No turning back now. “It’s so bad though.”
“How?” He lightly chuckled out, smiling. “We have been friends for how many years now? And have heard how many stories of yours? I doubt-”
“I had a sex dream about us.” She blurted out. “It was rather erotic too.”
She looked down at her glass as an excuse to no longer look at him. She couldn’t wear the smile off of her face, taking another sip of her drink.
“Hermione-”
“Oh, don’t be a prat, Draco.” She brushed off, swirling some of her drink in her glass. “Everyone has sex dreams. Hell, everyone has sex dreams about their firiends.”
“Hermione.”
“She tried to stop talking, but the words kept falling out of her mouth. “It’s actually quite normal. I even read somewhere in an article online that said-”
Swiftly Draco took the glass from her hand, set it on the table, and pressed his lips against hers.
Mint, wine, crackers, and cheese. That’s what his lips tasted like. And Merlin did he taste delicious.
One of his hands ran through her hair, lightly tugging a fistful of hair into his possession. She gasped, opening her mouth wide enough for his tongue to slide into her mouth. She wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him towards her.
Their tongues fought for dominance. She mustered the strength to gain the upper hand, letting him sit correctly while she straddled his hips. Draco’s hands gracefully made their way down her back and under her pale pink jumper. She sighed into his mouth at the contact, drunk on the size of his hands and the coolness of it against her warm skin. Hermione slid her hands down to his chest, slowly unbuttoning his white blouse.
She left pecks of kissing down his lips to his jaw, downwards until it reached his neck. She flicked her tongue against his earlobe, lightly sucking on it before placing her mouth on his neck.
Draco let out shaky breaths, his grip on her waist alternating between soft and tight as she slowly left licks, kisses, and nibbles on the area below his ear. The lower she had to unbutton, the more she could feel the warmth and chisel of his body. Once reaching the last button she parted his shirt apart, hastily reaching for the buckle of his belt.
His hands slid down to her ass, gripping it tight as he decided to stand up. Hermione let out a little yelp, quickly wrapping her arms around his neck. They both looked at one another, and she was afraid by finally looking at one another that the awkwardness would kick in.
But it didn’t.
Instead Draco smirked at her and Hermione bit her bottom lip. She attached her lips to his right soon after, focusing on the feeling of him as he led her Merlin knows where.
Hermione pulled away, peeling off her jumper and tossing it somewhere on the floor. She chanced a look behind herself, seeing he was leading them into his room. Her attention was captured by Draco’s lips making contact against her neck. She ran her fingers through his hair, leaning herself more into his lips as he left sloppy, wet kisses against her sweet spot.
He laid her down on the bed gracefully before standing upright between her legs on the edge of the bed. She watched in awe as Draco completely peeled off his blouse, revealing a body that resembled Greek statues. Hermione couldn’t help but sit up and try to touch it.
But he had other plans.
Draco caught her wrist in his hand, leaning forward so she would lay back down. His silver eyes glanced between her eyes and mouth, licking his lips as he pinned her wrist beside her head. She could feel her heart racing when his eyes skimmed lower, and she realized she neglected to wear a bra tonight.
Hermione suddenly felt self conscious, using her free hand in an attempt to cover her exposed breasts. But his reflexes were fast; managing to pin her other wrist on the other side of her head. Before she could protest he gave her a peck on the lips, before moving down to her neck.
The contrasting contact of his cool skin against her chest and his warm mouth against her neck sent chills throughout her body. She felt like her bones had suddenly vanished; she couldn’t move, feeling fully consumed by the sensations.
“Tell me what was in that dream of yours.” He murmured into her skin, descending down her body.
Her mind clouded, she couldn’t comprehend what he said; let alone that this was actually happening. “Huh?”
“Your dream.” He breathed out, his mouth hovering over her nipple while his fingers lightly caressed her other one. “Tell me about it.” Draco’s other hand began to lightly twist her nipple between his fingers.
He kept his eyes locked onto hers as he leaned down and swirled his tongue around her nipple. Hermione jerked her body forward, pushing her breast further into mouth as she felt a pool form between her legs. “Go on, you can do it.”
She glared at him as he devilishly grinned at her. He wrapped his mouth around her nipple, sucking on it lightly; causing her glare to crumble so easily. She laid her head back, running her fingers through his soft locks.
She couldn’t say it. She felt embarrassed to say it aloud. It took a lot to even blurt out a general summary of it. She broke out of her thoughts when he stopped his movements entirely. Hermione looked at him, seeing him looking up at her with his mouth centimeters away from her nipple. “If you won’t tell me, I’ll stop.”
Her eyes widened, her mouth gaping open. “That’s not fair.”
He shrugged. “I don’t do fair, Granger.”
“Why?”
He grinned wickedly. “I like seeing you flustered.”
Hermione huffed, glaring at him. She wished that her glare had worked, but the blush in her complexion gave herself away that made Draco’s smile grow wider. “There it is.”
He slid his free hand down her body, slowly reaching for her denims. She watched as his hands undid them without even looking, dipping his hands inside and sliding his hand between it and her knickers.
Her body tensed at the contact, and blushed even harder when she saw Draco’s bottom lip between his teeth.
“Your move, Granger.” He challenged. “You talk, I move.”
Wanker . She thought to herself. But to feel him practically touching her there made her head spin and she wanted to see what he could do. She swallowed her pride.
“I was dreaming that you were doing something on that laptop of yours, and I was trying to get your attention.” She said softly.
“And..” He lowered his mouth once more, his hot breath hitting her nipple and causing her skin to ignite. “Did you get my attention?”
She nodded. “Mhm.”
He furrowed his brows playfully. “And how did you exactly do that?” He dipped his mouth around her nipple, going back to sucking it. Draco’s fingers started to move in circular motions against her clit, using the right amount of pressure on his fingers to bring delicious pleasure.
She arched her back into him, rolling her head from one side to another. She tried to force the words out so he wouldn’t stop. This all felt too good. “I- I pulled off your boxers and pants...” Draco grazed his teeth against her nipple before lightly tugging it in his mouth. “A-and I sucked you off while you were on your…” His fingers fastened their pace slightly, a gasp escaping her lips. “Your l-laptop.”
He let out a dark chuckle against her skin. He pulled away from her nipple, trailing kisses as he made his way to her other breast. “How needy of you.” He kissed her other nipple, causing her to jump slightly. “And then?” He attacked her nipple with his mouth, repeating the same gesture he did with her other one. He dipped his hand into her knickers now, moaning against her breast as his fingers made contact with her pussy.
Hermione’s mind felt so clouded as the pleasure increased. She let out breathy moans as his fingers repeatedly slid between her lips, before reaching back to her clit and rubbing it. But then everything stopped, causing frustration within her.
“Draco.” She meant for it to sound stern, but it came out in a needy whine.
“Don’t stop talking.”
She let out a sigh, trying to gain some grounding in her mind. “Before you came, you flipped us over and…”
He raised a brow, moving his fingers at a painfully slow pace. “And?”
She groaned. “And you went between my legs and… you know damn well what you did.”
He chuckled, sliding off of the bed and standing at the foot of the bed. He lifted her legs one at a time, sliding her denims and knickers off of her legs. Draco then lifted one of her legs again, moving it to the side and spreading her open. She laid frozen as she saw his eyes look hungrily between her legs.
“In that little dream of yours, did I do this?” He leaned towards her ankle, pressing the most delicate kiss against it. He slowly trailed his lips down her leg, keeping his eyes locked onto hers.
She felt too shy and wanted to close her legs. But she also couldn’t look away from his gaze. “Something like that.”
Hermione could feel her pussy throbbing as he inched closer to her. He softly pressed his lips against her inner thigh, the tip of his tongue lightly caressing the same area where his lips had been. She held her breath, unable to comprehend the reality of the situation as he kissed the spot between her thighs and slit lips.
This wasn’t a dream this time. This was actually happening. He was touching me, and Merlin did his touch feel electrifying.
Draco pressed a light kiss against the lips of her core, a gasp escaping her lips. He kept his hands occupied on her thighs, his fingertips lightly caressing the back of her thighs as he kept her spread for him. She reached to run her fingers through his hair, She couldn’t get enough of how soft it was and how delicious he really looked between her legs.
He pulled away slightly from her body. “What else did I do, Hermione?”
She clenched her teeth together, suddenly feeling a weird adrenaline sensation as she felt embarrassed and aroused. “You… you used your tongue and…”
“Mm, and?”
She huffed, feeling her skin heating up. “You licked up my.. thing and then started massaging my…” She sighed. “Clit with your tongue.”
“Was it like this?” Draco stuck his tongue out flatly, lowering his head. His tongue met with her entrance, making Hermione sigh. He made his way up between her other lips, swirling his tongue around her clit before pressing a wet kiss against it.
She arched her back a little, instinctively closing her eyes and letting out a small moan. “Yes, just like that.”
His mouth alternated between kissing and licking her, focusing on her clit. She couldn’t help but let out little whimpers and moans, tugging his hair whenever he did something that felt inexplicably good. She felt one of his hands slither away from her thigh, sliding to her entrance.
He pulled away, causing her to look at him. His cheeks had a pink tint, the area from his lip down glistening with her slick. “You taste so fucking good.” He murmured, bringing two fingers from his free hand between his lips. “Did I do this?”
He lowered his head back down between her legs, and she felt his two fingers sliding down her slit. His tongue distracted her from the direction of his fingers, until she felt him slide them inside of her, filling up the hungry spot she didn’t know needed filling.
His tongue lapped around her clit as his fingers curved into her g-spot, massaging it in a ‘come hither’ motion. She pawed at him, feeling her legs quiver as she tried to keep them open.
“No.” She moaned out. “You didn’t do this, but oh my God-” Draco lightly sucked on her clit, sending chills down her spine and adrenaline through her veins. She felt an erupting sensation in her lower abdomen, and she yanked his hair into her fists. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
He moaned into her, the vibration adding to the unbearable pleasure as her orgasm ripped through her. Curses and his name fell from her lips in a series of moans, whimpers, and screams.
But he didn’t stop.
He continued the same pace, and she could feel herself becoming sensitive. “Wait-” She tried to push his face away from her, but his other hand held her steady against him. He gasped for air, continuing to finger her as he breathlessly grinned at her.
“You can give me one more, can’t you Granger?” He cooed in a smug tone. Almost in a belittling way, like he was asking a child to wait a few more minutes before leaving a party. “Just one more.”
Before Hermione could give him an answer he dipped his head back down and continued snogging her clit.
She arched her back, throwing her hands above herself and gripping the silk bed sheets instead. She moaned into her biceps that concealed her face, trying to muffle herself as her moans grew louder. She could feel her climax reaching quicker than last time, and she couldn’t help but squeeze her thighs between either side of his head. Hermioine threw her arms on either side of herself, yanking at the bed sheets as her orgasm came, feeling her entire body shudder from pleasure.
This time he slowed down his pace as she tried to catch her breath, feeling herself break a sweat. She felt him place pecks up her body before placing a kiss on her lips.
“Mm, you’re such a good girl.” He murmured into her lips before pulling away. He pulled back strands of her hair that stuck to her forehead, cupping her face. “Are you alright?”
She nodded, licking her lips as she tried to calm her breathing.
The corner of his lips quirked up. “Do you think you have another one in you?”
He pressed his lower half against her, and she gasped at the feeling of his raw dick against her pussy. She looked down to see he was completely naked along with her now, seeing the girth and length of him being bigger than she had dreamed. When did he take off his pants?
She let out a shaky breath as his hips slowly moved, rubbing his dick slowly between her slit. Hermione let out little whimpers at the sensitivity of her clit, but her body craved to feel him inside of her. She was so close.
“Yes.” She breathed out, running her hands through the back of his head. “I do.”
Draco stitched his eyebrows together, a mischievous smile on his lips as his hips continued moving. “You sure? You seemed pretty spent earlier.”
She shook her head, reaching between them in an attempt to guide his dick inside of her. “I’m fine-”
He took a hold of her wrist, taking her wrist from behind his neck and pinning them beside her head. Draco began to thrust between her other lips, his tip pressing against her entrance before sliding away from it. Hermione let out a small whine, squeezing her thighs against his hips in frustration.
“You’re so fucking needy.” He chuckled. “How badly do you want this?”
“Badly.” She breathed out, trying to keep her golden brown eyes looking into his. She was losing control of the situation. And she couldn’t tell whether she liked it or not.
“Prove it.” Draco murmured, brushing his lips against hers. “Beg.”
He pressed his lips against hers, kissing her as though she was the air he needed to breathe. She tugged on his bottom lip and slid her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues danced, and she bucked her hips along with his thrusts to create better friction.
He moaned into her mouth, their kisses becoming more sloppy and wet.
Hermione needed him to want it more than she did. She needed to tease him the right amount, and then beg. She needed him to stop teasing her this way.
She slid one of her hands around his neck, gripping onto it tight enough to have him groan into her hand and mouth. Draco started to lose control, sliding his tip inside before quickly pulling out and rubbing against her. She pulled away from his lips, gasping for air as he made his way down to her neck.
“Please..” She begged in a whimpering tone. “Please, Draco.. I need to feel you.” She held onto his muscular shoulder blades, pulling him in closer. “Please fuck me.”
He groaned into her neck, breathing heavily. “Say it again.”
She bit her bottom lip, trying to suppress a smile. “Please fuck me, Draco.”
He finally slid inside; Draco letting out a moan while Hermione let out a struggled moan that erupted from her throat. He stretched her out deliciously, her walls clinging onto him as she got herself adjusted to his size.
“Fuck.” Draco spat out, starting to move.
The room filled up with the sounds of their moans and their bodies colliding. The angle he was thrusting in hit her g-spot deliciously, his lower half rubbing against her sensitve clit. Hermione clung onto him, her nails digging into his back. The mixture of pleasure and pain sent her to oblivion, and she found herself reaching her peak.
“Fuck..” She spat out, holding him tighter. “Draco, I-”
“I know.” He breathed against her ear, pounding into her now.
The motion and force of him hurried her to her climax, hitting her faster than she had ever experienced. Hermione screamed out his name as he fucked the orgasm out of her, breathing heavily into her ear.
“Fuck, Hermione.” He moaned out. “I’m gonna come.”
“Please come.” She begged. “Come for me.”
He forced every inch of himself into her, his tip kissing her cervix. A shock of pleasure sung throughout her body, feeling him pour himself inside of her.
They laid in that position for a few minutes, catching their breaths. He gave her pecks from her neck up to her lips, running his fingers through his hair. “Are you alright?”
She smiled, lightly chuckling. “Never better.”
And thus began the elevation in their friendship; they hung out in their free time as if nothing had happened, being completely platonic. But on occasion one of them would call the other, and ask one simple question that would ignite their desires for one another:
“Care for some company?"