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To: mere_whispers
From: Your Secret Santa.
Title: Habit
Author:
Pairing: Hermione/Draco, Hermione/Theo, Draco/Hermione/Theo
Summary: Hermione falls in love with Draco during their eighth year, but his future is set by a pre-arranged marriage from which there is no escape. Fortunately, Theo is there to help her pick up the pieces of her broken heart. Years later, she and Draco meet again in Paris, and the spark is still there between them, and it still burns hot…
Rating: NC-17 (MA)
Length: 16,275 words
Warnings: Explicit het sex (consensual – virginity loss, m/f twosome, m/f/m threesome), explicit profanity, recreational drug use, alcohol binging, smoking, Slytherin manipulations, angst-angst-angst, discussion of pregnancy, implied cheating (off-screen by secondary character), EWE
Author’s Notes: Prompts used: “Light BDSM. Dom/sub - only in the bedroom. I really relish breasts stimulation, too. I LOVE pining, crushing desires 'cause the other person's in a relationship. Heartbreaks are good stuff, too. Make me weep, and I'll love you. He is jealous that they are a couple. He's the ex, and is impossibly smitten by her. TRIAD”. Avoué = French for “a legal professional in an international court who’s serves in the same capacity as both a junior barrister and a senior solicitor”. Dear “mere_whispers”: I tried to hit your major prompts, and hope you enjoy it! Much love to you! THANK YOU SO MUCH to the wonderful Mods, Glitter_pink and Nightfalltwen, who graciously allowed me an extension to finish this exchange piece, and who tirelessly work to put on this fest for us! HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ALL!
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“Granger, Granger, Granger…”
Her name was a litany on his lips, a sexy tumbling of syllables Draco chanted like a man driven by regret and guilt and the desire for forgiveness.
Hermione gave him what he sought, along with her innocence.
His soft, platinum hair slid between her fingers as his hips drove relentlessly into her. Not gentle, this. Her first experience was not the soft, tender thing she’d always hoped it would be. It was, instead, fusion by fire, negation and completion…a sacred understanding.
Even as he strained for his own finish, Draco’s fingers lightly caressed her nipple. “You’re so sensitive here,” he whispered in her ear, his hips snapping and thighs clenching.
“Yes,” she confessed on a breathy sigh, tightening her legs and arms around him. “Oh, yes…”
His lips wrapped around the tight bud and he suckled hard, fiercely, and the tension within her broke open, tipping her over into white-hot pleasure. Hermione cried out, pulling Draco closer, forcing him to plough as deep into her as he possibly could. Her body exploded with so much sensation that she saw stars.
As her climax passed through her, her body ached with such sweet bliss that it brought tears to her eyes.
Her lover groaned and pulled her hips up and into his with a bruising hold as he thrust once more, and then he was coming inside her as her cunt trembled around him. “Granger,” he sighed again into the lee of her throat, and bit down there, too, leaving his marks all over her. “Granger, Granger…”
As he jerked, emptying himself into her, she whispered his name against his pulse and clung to him.
Slowly, as Draco succumbed to exhaustion within her embrace, Hermione began to relax her muscles as well, dropping her feet back to the mattress and straightening out her legs. She was sore and stretched from head to toe, but deliciously warm, and hoped he didn’t pull away immediately. If he would stay for a little while to continue sharing his body’s heat and strength with her, she could endure the coming dawn and what it would bring with it. Hated, cold reality would return soon enough and forced them apart, but for now, she prayed he’d let himself continue to fall, as she had.
He did, staying inside her, even as he softened, and then, his breathing evened out and she knew Draco had fallen asleep in her arms.
It was done, she thought, as she lay under him and stared up at the green velvet canopy above his bed. The sexual tension that had built between them all this year as Head Boy and Head Girl had finally culminated in the forbidden, ending in his bed. Now, Hermione knew, came the hard part: keeping a repeat from happening, for Draco would use this new-found power of sex against her, Slytherin that he was, until he’d used her up and moved on, as was his way. If she wasn’t careful, she would end up as every other witch he’d had in this same room over the last six months—rode hard and hung up wet…derided and dismissed.
That wasn’t going to happen to her, she’d decided long before this night. There was still a little more than two months left until graduation, and she wasn’t going to be on the receiving end of a cruel cut-direct. Better to end it before it began, to let this be all there was to be between them: sex with no strings.
She told herself that continuously throughout the night as he woke from brief naps to have her again and again, as if he was an addict and she his drug of choice. Withholding the emotions that had crept up unexpectedly in her chest, refusing to give voice to the feelings she’d been holding in check since Christmas, when she’d first admitted to herself just how deep down the rabbit hole she’d gone in regards to the Malfoy heir, proved to be an exercise in restraint. For the first time, she’d nearly failed in that regard.
When she slipped from Draco’s bed in the early light of dawn and crossed the hall to her own room, Hermione made up her mind on the matter, however. There would be no repeat. None.
Unfortunately, Draco had always had a bad habit of refusing to comply with her well-considered plans.