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Draco’s legs were taking him to the entrance to the Great Hall. Sixth year prefects were handing wood anemones to the participants, and he stiffly took his. He didn’t know where to put it, as he didn’t have any pockets on his shirt. After some nervous fiddling, it ended up behind his right ear.
Stepping into the colourfully decorated hall, he looked for a drink. It didn’t matter what it was, he just needed one. Before he could even think about it further, he saw her. She was standing alone, looking at the glass in her hands as if she was ashamed, or worse yet, disappointed. Seeing it felt like he was being strangled.
There was a long buffet table between them, and he wasn’t sure which way to go to reach her the fastest. As he was calculating his choices (crawling under the table would be the fastest, but also the stupidest choice, but maybe it would make her feel better for when he’d follow up with crushing her hopes and dreams), she lifted her gaze and looked straight at him.
Draco was quite sure his heart stopped.
She was smiling. She was beautiful.
Some sort of weak whimper escaped his throat when the reality of her immediately recognising him and then smiling hit him.
His legs moved again without conscious choice. He looked at her following him with her gaze as he went around the table and approached her. He finally got to see her properly, and his heart fluttered wildly in his chest at what he was seeing. Did she put in all this effort just for him? Her knee-length, wine red swing dress looked so modest but awakened a burning desire in him to just explore her feminine figure with his hands and lips. His breathing had stopped being automatic.
What if she was looking at someone else, someone behind him? Maybe he should just walk past her to check. No. He’d greet her and see if anyone arrives after. Maybe punch the guy, depending on how it goes.
He stopped in front of her and was quite sure he’d faint at the spot. She was focusing on him correctly, and her eyes were so bright.
Draco opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He looked away to gather himself, but had to cancel when his gaze landed on Astoria who was observing them from a distance.
He swallowed.
"Hi," said Granger, smiling, and sipped her drink.
"Hi," he croaked back.
A shiver travelled through him when she reached for him, but she just grabbed a drink from a floating tray behind him. He took it from her offering hand. Their hands brushed and it sent white hot sparks through him.
“You’re late,” she pointed out, eyes twinkling.
“Theo couldn’t decide what to wear on his date,” his mouth explained automatically, and he took a sip to shut it up.
"I see.” She smiled. “Let's sit," she suggested shyly, and led him to a table. They sat, and Draco wiped his sweating palms on his trousers.
"So… did you solve it?" she asked, smiling as her warm gaze flickered somewhere around his right ear.
"Wh…what?"
"The deconstruction formula problem?"
"Ah. No, not yet. I got distracted."
A faint blush crept onto her beautiful cheeks. "Alright. Perhaps we can think about it next time we have a meeting."
"I would love that." He coughed at his own words, surprised at what came out of his mouth.
She just smiled. He could watch that forever.
The amount of staring Draco felt at all times proved just how unexpected their date was, but he didn’t really care. He had better things to think about and nicer things to look at.
He didn't know how he had managed it, but they had discussed all kinds of things during the two hours they had sat there, and he didn't feel like a paralyzed flobberworm anymore. Granger had laughed at least a couple of times, and he was also having a surprisingly good time.
The one topic he hadn't brought up yet was the reason he even was there in the first place. The fact that it had indeed been Astoria Greengrass, not Draco Malfoy, who had invited her on this delightful date, and made her tie her hair up so beautifully and highlight her eyes just right to make them breathtakingly expressive. The thought of bringing it up became more and more awkward as the moments passed.
They moved to the buffet table, where he chose the best looking biscuits for her. Draco saved the fact that she seemed to enjoy the lemon ones the most in his memory.
He got nervous again when he looked at her licking the biscuit crumbs away from her lips. A scene of the two of them hidden in an alcove somewhere in the castle, her taste on his tongue flashed in his mind for the hundredth time that evening and he had to take a steadying breath. Think of something else. Something not so overwhelmingly arousing.
“Where are your friends?” he asked conversationally.
She took a bite of a biscuit and chewed, looking thoughtful. “Well,” she said after swallowing, “Ginny already left with her date, before you arrived.” She picked another biscuit from her plate. “Harry actually said he has a date. I have no idea who it is, and I promised to not pry for any details if he doesn’t ask about my date either, so… I have no idea where he is and with who.”
She ate another biscuit as he replaced her empty glass with a new one.
“And Ron… well, we were both going to skip the party but… well,” she blushed, “I changed my mind and now I think he’s just hanging out with his dormmates.”
Draco nodded, not really that interested about what her friends were up to, but at least his thoughts got sidetracked.
“And Theo has a mystery date as well,” he finished her list for her.
“Apparently.” She smiled.
“You wouldn’t know with who?”
“How would I know?” she laughed, and sipped her drink.
Draco shrugged. “I thought you might. I heard you share these types of things with each other so–”
Granger frowned. “What?”
Draco looked at her, confused. She seemed completely perplexed about the thought of her and Theo discussing matters of heart. He cleared his throat. “I spoke with him today and I understood that you’ve been… discussing things.”
She was shaking her head. “No… I don’t believe we’ve ever talked.”
What?
But what was Theo talking about then? Does this mean Granger had not been waiting for their date after all? Draco swallowed nervously as his confidence crumbled.
“I’m sorry, but I really have to use the loo,” she said, interrupting his panicked thoughts. “Can you… just look after my drink, I’ll be right back,” she smiled, gave him her glass, and disappeared through the doors. Draco tried to not cry at the possibility she might have just escaped and would not come back.
He nibbled at a blueberry biscuit while he waited. The room was quite full of people. Most of them seemed to be on a date. There were some friend groups as well. He didn’t see Theo. After a moment, he felt someone looking at him and met the gaze of the girl weasel from some distance away on the other side of the table. Apparently she had returned with her date, who was discussing enthusiastically with another bloke that had joined them. Draco was impressed by the arched eyebrow she sent in his way, which was followed by a gesture that indicated she was keeping an eye on him. It was his turn to arch a brow, but she just smiled wickedly. For some weird reason it felt… encouraging?
“Draco?”
He turned to look at the one person he didn’t want to meet tonight.
“Hi,” he said to Astoria, who looked like a mess. She had been crying. She drew a breath to talk, but Draco interrupted her.
“You must know that I don’t–”
“I know,” she said quietly, looking somewhere around his feet. “I just wanted to try and see if you’d change your mind if we…” she trailed off, and sniffled. “But I know. I just wanted to tell you that I really–”
“Don’t,” he said softly. “You’re kind and pretty, Astoria. You’ll find someone who can truly appreciate all you have to offer. Please, move on and find the person you deserve.”
She nodded and sniffled, turning away.
Draco had just finished his third blueberry biscuit and was licking the crumbs off his fingers when Granger returned. She blushed slightly as her gaze flickered at his fingers and mouth, his right ear, and around his face.
“Will you walk up with me again?” she breathed after a while.
A twinge of disappointment hit him but he just nodded.
She didn’t seem to be in a rush. It was a good sign. Once more, sparks fired off under Draco’s skin and his heart kept flipping in his chest when their hands and arms brushed multiple times as they advanced higher and higher through the castle.
On the fifth floor landing, he almost fell over when she suddenly took his hand and started to lead him through the corridors. This time her hand was warm, and he smiled as he gripped it more securely and enjoyed the pleasurable hum in his body.
“So eager to solve the formula?” he teased, when she pulled open the door to the Arithmancy classroom. She dragged him through, closed the door, and pulled out her wand to lock and silence it. Draco swallowed. He tried to not think about the implication.
She returned her wand into her suspiciously not wand-sized beaded bag and threw it on the floor. She stepped closer to him.
“This is an emergency meeting,” she said in a low voice, and Draco had to suppress what was most likely a moan as she bit her lower lip. Stepping even closer, she continued, “There is this one question I haven’t been able to get out of my mind.” Tentative hands landed on Draco’s chest, causing full-body shivers in him as he sighed. She had to feel the wild beating of his heart.
“A question I found in my Arithmancy notes,” she breathed, and lifted her gaze to look at him. She blushed, and Draco forgot how to breathe. She was so close. She was so pretty.
Will you let me kiss you tonight?
If he was going to tell her, it had to be now. He looked in her deep, expecting eyes and glanced at her lips. The evening had been so wonderful. Maybe she didn't need to know? He could just… kiss her. He could kiss the beautiful, brilliant woman in front of him. The thought had his heart racing wildly.
“Have you…” he started, voice deep and hoarse. “Have you found the answer?“
Their eyes locked again.
"I will let you. You have my permission," she whispered, looking deep into his eyes.
She was willing. He could kiss her. He would kiss her. The decision was, in fact, an easy one, he was just afraid to make it.
He gently ran his fingers along her forearms. She was warm, and it sent fire through him. Her eyelids fluttered just a tiny amount at the shiver that ran through her.
Leaning closer, he inhaled a steadying breath and couldn’t stop smiling at a weeks-long mystery finally solved. Her scent, fresh and warm, made his heart flip in his chest just like it had that day in potions. He ran his hands up her arms, gently swept his fingers over the soft, sensitive skin on her shoulders, and buried his hands in the soft hair at the back of her neck. Caressing her jaw with his thumbs, he finally got to look at her properly. The freckles he had noticed earlier on her skin, like a galaxy of scattered stars he wanted to explore. The green and gold hazel of her brown eyes, a sun kissed sprout on the dewy spring ground. Her lips the sweetest colour of berry, soft, and there for him to finally taste. She was divine.
Her breath shivered when she drew it, and her pupils were blown wide. It was the most enticing thing Draco had witnessed in his life.
He licked his lips and she mirrored him. It had him shivering again.
It was like they were gravitating towards each other. He didn’t know how, but they got closer and closer by the second. There was no going back. He gently tightened his grip on her hair, and pulled her to himself.
The kiss was everything. She was everything. The fire blazing in his chest. The taste of citrus and sugar in his mouth. The warmth and softness under his hands. The shivers that didn’t stop. They kept travelling through him, starting from wherever her hands caressed him. His chest, his neck, his arms, his back.
Her soft, passionate lips just kept brushing and meeting his in a neverending caress that was everything he had ever needed. He sighed into their kiss when she finally buried her fingers in his hair, and pulled him even closer.
Her tongue lost the fight against his as he rushed to taste her. Her warm body was perfect under his hands that travelled lower, landing on her hips. He gently bit her lower lip and pressed their bodies together. Her soft approving sigh was pure fuel to the roaring fire in him. He was so hungry for her. He got one taste, and he couldn’t stop. He would never stop. He would die before letting go of her.
Her breathing was getting heavy. It stirred a different kind of fire in him that he had forgotten a long time ago.
He hadn't pleasured himself to thoughts of her for almost two years. It had started to feel disrespectful quite some time ago and made him feel so guilty afterwards. Now she was here, like some of his sweetest fantasies coming true, and turns out his cock didn't need any practice to find it overwhelmingly arousing. If he was completely honest with himself, he had probably been half erect since the moment he saw her tonight.
He didn’t know how, or when it had even happened, because he had been kissing her the whole time, but she was now sitting on their study table, legs spread to keep him close. He moaned into her mouth as he ground against her.
She finally pulled away, completely breathless. "I want you, Draco," she sighed in his arms.
He pressed himself even closer to her, panting and looking at her beautiful, aroused face.
"I want to kiss you when you pronounce runes."
He smirked and kissed her again. He was going to kiss this girl until she couldn’t breathe.
"I want your hands on my body when… you're holding my hand… and writing for me," she continued into their kiss.
He chuckled and kneaded the delicious, soft flesh of her arse as he ground their hips together.
"I want to taste your skin and stroke your hair when you lean into me," she breathed, and he dropped his head to kiss and lick her warm, delicious neck. Her moans had him steadying his breath as he sucked the skin there.
"Just seeing your beautiful writing appear in my notebook makes me wet in class," she finished, out of breath.
Every one of her confessions was followed by a pleasurable throb in his groin, but the last one stirred the desperate want, the desperate need in him like nothing before. "Is that so?" he breathed between kisses, and finally pressed his hard cock properly against the warmth between her legs. They both moaned. He just kept kissing her.
Granger pushed him gently, and when she had the room, she boldly pulled her whole dress off. Draco thought he was hard before, but it was nothing compared to the hot aching throb in his trousers right now, as her dress hit the floor. He rushed to kiss her pale chest, and celebrated the fresh, warm scent of her skin that made him so happy. Her fingers were stroking his hair and he shivered.
After tasting the top of her breasts with his tongue, he pulled the strapless bra out of the way and looked at the beautiful, soft, and sexy tits in his hands. He hummed in joy and kissed them both. Granger was sighing in pleasure above him. He wanted to hear more of it, so he slowly repeated his kisses with more suction and tongue on her beautiful nipples. The hand in his hair tightened its grip as Granger moaned softly.
He squeezed and circled one nipple with his fingers as he sucked and licked the other. When he was happy, he switched. Soon, he was able to admire the wet, swollen tits in front of him, and gave them a final affectionate squeeze.
He looked up at her from his work, and saw deliciously aroused eyes looking back at him. He lifted himself up and kissed her, pressing his cock against her again. He moved, wanting to pleasure her with careful movements of his hips, and almost came right there.
As he moaned, Granger proceeded to open the top buttons of his shirt and started to suckle on his collarbones and neck. "I want you," she breathed against his skin again, and moved her hands down to open his trousers. Her deliciously hot mouth was leaving a trail of marks on his neck, and he loved it. Soon, his throbbing, wet cock was free, and Granger pulled back to admire it. She smiled at him with lust, and started to remove her knickers.
"I won't last," he grunted at her, ashamed. It was going to be pathetic, but he had been ready to burst since they first kissed.
"I don't care," she whispered, her arousal evident from the look in her eyes, as she sent her knickers flying and spread her legs again. "I want you inside me."
Who was he to deny anything from this gorgeous girl? He stepped closer and kissed the top of her head, reaching between their bodies with his hand. He moaned into her forehead as he tentatively rubbed the tip of his cock against her hot entrance. The friction there was nonexistent, between her dripping wetness and his weeping cock. She moved her hips in eager invitation.
He moved his head on her shoulder to drop hasty kisses there, as he tried to calm himself. He would not come instantly. He would not.
She was tugging his hair. He moved to look at her, as she whispered, "I want to see you."
He sank into her, his eyes locked with hers. They both enjoyed the feeling of them easily joining together with their mouths open in pleasure. She was wet and so welcoming, stretching for him as he bottomed out in her. There was joy and pure wonder in Granger’s eyes as she sighed, satisfied, like everything she had ever needed was his cock, so deep in her cunt he couldn’t go any further. The sensations were too much. Everything was too much.
He pulled outwards, and the warm, silky tightness around his cock felt like blissful suction. He moaned with desperation, trying to keep himself together, but it was impossible. He slammed back into her and came, violently. Biting his lip, he grabbed her hips and let his oversensitive cock just pulsate inside her, his hot load filling her. The pleasure of it shook him and he couldn't hold back the desperate sounds escaping his throat. He came so hard he felt it in the tips of his fingers. She was humming contently, but Draco was soon overwhelmed with shame. This won't do.
When he finally regained control of his muscles, he pulled his softening cock out of her. Before she managed to even comment, he pushed her on her back, dropped to his knees in front of her, and carefully set his tongue to work on her beautiful cunt. She yelped in surprise but was soon moaning in pleasure, her hand again twisted in his hair. He grabbed her thighs and pressed closer, her noises of pleasure stirring new arousal in him.
Tongue swirling around her clit, her intoxicating scent and taste overwhelming him, he gripped his cock and gave it a couple of strokes. He hummed into her, suckling her, and she panted in pleasure. It didn't take long before he was acceptably hard again, but he wanted to bring her closer.
His chin was wet from his cum dripping out of her, but he didn't care for one bit. He just enjoyed the deep breathing, soft moans, and the tug in his hair as he kept licking and sucking her. She was trembling in his hands, needing just a bit more to get over the edge…
He pulled his mouth off her with an agonising last suction on her clit, and she whimpered desperately at the loss of contact. Draco looked proudly at the gorgeous mess of saliva and cum that decorated her beautiful, swollen cunt, wiped his chin, and stood up.
She opened her eyes, looking absolutely wild with overflowing arousal, and moaned pleadingly.
"You'll get what you want, love. I'll give it to you," he murmured, aligning his renewed hardness with her entrance once again.
"Just take it," he moaned as he sank back into her. Now, with the most urgent need to just pump her full of seed out of the way, he proceeded to fuck her like he really wanted to. Broad, perfectly angled strokes in a good, pleasurable rhythm that made her gorgeous tits bounce in the most delicious way.
Her subtle moans were music to his ears and he sighed in pleasure. She was so beautiful with her flushed cheeks, absolutely wild hair, lower lip between her teeth and dark eyes fixed on him.
"I want you to come on my cock," he whispered to her, and she arched her back to take him deeper. He complied and pushed himself as deep as he could get, her cunt clenching around him. He looked down at the hot sight of his cock disappearing into her folds.
"I love how thick you are," she breathed, her eyes fluttering closed in pleasure.
"You should see how beautiful it looks," he whispered. She moaned, and he took her hand, guiding it towards where they were joined. He let her feel just how stretched she was for him, and then gently left her hand there. “Touch yourself for me,” he requested in a low voice, and grabbed her hips to offer her more powerful thrusts.
Draco enjoyed the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her as she circled her beautiful, wet clit with her expert fingers. It all mixed with their heavy breaths, and her intoxicating, soft moans.
"Harder," she finally breathed when those soft moans had gone all crazy with her breath, and he complied again, pounding into her with abandon. He was getting close again as well.
Panting, he grabbed the pair of bouncing tits in front of him and repeatedly ran his thumbs over her hard nipples. The resulting desperate moan, sudden frantic circling of fingers, and the tightening grip around his cock had him coming again. He grabbed her hips again to give her his last, ruthless thrusts before he couldn't do anything but moan, hard, as he emptied himself into her again.
As he came undone, pulsating in her depths, she also moaned and shook in pleasure. The way she grabbed his forearm with her other hand, pushed herself tightly on his cock, kept moaning and clenching around him prolonged his own orgasm and he just kept twitching inside her.
His legs were giving up but he forced them to work and just watched as she slowly relaxed again and came down from the peak of her pleasure. She opened her eyes after panting for a while, looked at him, and laughed happily.
It filled his heart with joy and he lowered his head on her chest.
"Fuck…" he whispered, smiling stupidly.
"That was hot," he heard her whisper as she started to play with his hair. It was the most divine tickle he'd ever experienced and he shuddered in pleasure.
He didn’t want the moment to end. Her gentle fingers stroking his hair. Her steady heartbeat thumping gently in his ear. Their warm, damp skins glued together in the glorious afterglow.
They walked up to the seventh floor hand in hand. Draco didn’t give a flying fuck about people staring at them, their dishevelled looks, and the obvious marks on both of their necks. He was utterly intoxicated by everything she was, and wouldn’t let anything take it from him tonight.
He kissed her deeply in front of her common room portrait. His hunger for her had clearly been only momentarily satisfied on their table in their classroom. He wanted to spread her again. Maybe kneel in front of her once more and just lick, and suck, and fuck her with his tongue until he got her over the edge, again and again.
Her back was against the wall now, his hands roaming her body and his tongue tasting her mouth. It took quite a bit of willpower to not just take her again, right there. The quiet moans that he got out of her with his hands told him she probably wouldn’t even have protested. He was just about to slide his hands under her dress when the portrait of the fat lady clicked.
Granger jumped and he retreated, breathless. She quickly adjusted her clothes, before the portrait door swung open, and the weasel stumbled out. Granger swallowed.
The weasel looked surprised to see them there.
“Ron,” Granger said, going for nonchalance, and glanced guiltily at Draco, who rolled his eyes. She could try looking innocent, but she looked thoroughly snogged and shagged with her dark eyes, smudged lipstick, and loose, ruined hairdo, not to mention the glaring bruises of passion on her neck. And it was hot as hell. Her dishevelled look was all Draco’s doing.
The weasel coughed awkwardly, looking at them both. Draco smirked, and Granger blushed, aggressively. “Ron, I–”
The weasel lifted his hand to silence her. “Don’t.”
Granger looked anxious, and the weasel continued, “I actually came looking for you. I…” He sighed. “Well, I didn’t expect to find you like this…” he gestured weakly in their direction. “But I wanted to apologise,” he said sheepishly. “I’ve been annoying again. I just got a bit… protective. Ginny stopped telling me about her comings and goings when I couldn’t keep out of her business, and I don’t want that to happen to us as well.”
Granger looked gobsmacked. Then there were tears in her eyes before she sighed deeply. “I know. I’m sorry as well. I was so angry and I took most of it on you. I was exhausted by all the fussing and never being able to feel normal. But I guess I have to tell you… I mean…” She kept blushing. “Draco and I… we–”
“I know. I know, and I’ve known for a long time. I just couldn’t accept it. But yeah, I knew. The whole time. I hoped you wouldn’t fall for him, he is a prat after all,” he shot a disapproving glance at Draco, “but of course you did.”
Granger blushed even further. “I didn’t know I was so obvious,” she whispered to the floor, ashamed. The weasel looked confused.
“No, I mean… I knew what was going on because I used to look at you the same way he’s been looking at you for years.”
Both of them turned to look at Draco, who swallowed. “What?” he said weakly.
The weasel laughed. “Yeah, actually it’s what got me to ask you on a proper date, Hermione. Of course he wasn’t the only one, but he was the one that made me angry enough about the thought of someone else being with you…”
Draco panicked. “Wait, so are you two together or not?” he blurted out, confused.
Granger laughed. “No. We used to be, but it didn’t last very long.”
“No,” agreed the weasel, smiling, “but I’m glad we tried. It’s easier to… you know… see you with someone else. I don’t have to wonder about any what-ifs.”
Granger smiled.
Draco was confused still. “Wait, when did this happen? I thought you were together, but tonight I was sure you’re not. But you were. But… what?”
“Sixth year,” said Granger. “We ended it during summer though.” The weasel nodded.
Sixth year. But that was when he had decided to stop thinking about her. When he realised he thought about her way too much, and in way too dirty ways. Not a night went by he didn’t dream of coming in or on her. First in her mouth, that wouldn’t just shut up. Then on her face, her tits, her body. Soon he wanked daily at the thought of her taking his cock in all possible ways, until he felt disgusted at himself and forced himself to stop. But that he had looked at her for years, starting then. What was the deal with that?
Yes, she had been in his mind a lot. He wanted to see her react to his provocation. She always rolled her eyes when he provoked her friends, and glared at him when he spoke to her directly. At first it was just fuel for his fantasies, but as he let go of those, it became something he wanted to see just for the fun of it.
Yes, he had stopped bullying her, because he felt like shit doing it, but he never dropped the tease. She was such a fucking swot, and he… Well, he didn’t love it, but it was just so satisfying to make her look at him from whatever she was concentrating on.
Yes, every time they had accidentally touched, or were paired for classwork, it sent sparks through him, but that’s… well, actually no, it didn’t happen with every girl.
Yes, he had grabbed the opportunity to spend time with her one on one immediately.
Yes, he had liked her for a long time. And no, he had never stopped thinking about her, the thoughts had just changed and morphed from twisted fantasies into something more subtle.
He looked at the girl in front of him, and felt the dam inside him collapse. He got overwhelmed by the warmth he always felt in her presence. Warmth he thought was hate, but burned bright in his veins now as he looked at her. It roared to new heights at the way she looked back at him.
The wild fluttering of his heart he hadn’t realised was connected to her was there, ever present these days. He had actually thought there was something wrong with his health.
The sparks. Endless sparks in her presence.
He swallowed against the lump in his throat.
He loved her.