It was 7 o'clock in the morning that Hermione found herself on Draco Malfoy’s bed completely naked and dripping on his expensive bed sheets to the bounds of frustration that she wasn’t able to handle. The goosebumps on her body won’t settle down and not to mention her bare nipples upright from the crisp air begging for his attention. Just as she was about to groan in frustration his voice came out.
“Okay, Granger you want to come so desperately? Well then you’ve got to do what you do the best; answer academic questions.” He said. She scoffed, “So excited to lose, Malfoy. Always so eager to humiliate yourself.”
He chuckled in response, “Always so cocky, Granger, let’s see if you excel here too. The first question is what are the 3 main ingredients of Amortentia?”
She started, “You start with adding Ashwinder eggs and then-” Just as she was about to tell the next ingredient she felt him bent down and take her erect nipples in his mouth, circling his expert tongue around the peak of her globe making her moan. He didn’t let the other go untortured and used his fine fingers to flick it making Hermione release a less subtle ‘fuck’ from her mouth.
If it was possible, she was even more turned on than she was before by the sensation of his tongue and fingers playing her like a bloody piano. He paused for a second to remind her, “Answer the question, Granger”.
She internally cursed God who made this man so fucking egotistic. She answered while panting heavily from the way he was making her body tumult. “Ughh, It’s- Oh shit, yes- I dunno- oh fuck. Oh wait, its thorns, rose thorns, yes it’s rose thorns.”
Hermione could feel his smirk studded on his mouth as he said, “2 correct ingredients, Granger. You get a reward.” And without any ado, he pushed his middle finger inside her wet core making her whisper his name sacredly.
He rotated his finger inside of her, catching her off guard by putting a second and a third making her dig her fingers on his shoulder. There were surely going to be marks there later. He kept on deliberately missing the spot again and again intentionally to not give her any relief forcing her to gasp and get ruffled at the same time.
“Gotta tell me just one more ingredient, Granger” He reminded her again. But this time he didn’t stop his routine. Instead, he spread her legs wider and buried himself between them making her scream and forgetting the question altogether. Her eyes rolled back as his tongue swiveled around the pink orb between her legs causing her to be more vulnerable than she already was.
He gradually slowed down the movement of his tongue ruining her building climax. She half begged for more and half begged for him to stop but he startled her by starting to lap his tongue around her unstoppably, making her yell unintelligible things. Just as she was about to come, he stopped altogether and Hermione laid there for a few seconds confused. Looking completely stonewalled and flustered, she managed to speak- “What the hell? Why’d you stop? I swear to Merlin, Malfoy, WHY?”
He stood up and looked at her directly with his million-dollar grin and said, “You were supposed to answer the question, love”. Throwing in a wink for good measure, he headed towards the bathroom in a swagger that only aggravated Hermione more.
Hermione stared at his leaving body jarringly. “One day there will be a murder mystery of Draco Malfoy’s death and I will be sitting in a corner laughing mirthlessly.” She said after she’d caught her breath. Revenge was due.
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Draco followed Hermione into the abandoned classroom after dinner and closed the door quietly, placing several privacy wards on the room before leaning against the door. He shoved his hands into his pockets while staring at Hermione, his eyes taking in her face and the way she clenched her fists.
A heavy sigh fell from his lips as he realized that she was waiting on him.
“You wanted to talk, Granger?” He asked.
Hermione seemed to be contemplating what she was going to say as she stepped closer towards Draco. He cocked an eyebrow and gave her a lazy smirk. She huffed in annoyance at his behavior.
“You need to stop staring at me,” she finally said.
Draco gave a derisive laugh. “Pardon?”
“You’ve been staring at me these past few weeks, and Ronald has begun to notice.”
“Ronald?” Draco snorted. “I still can’t believe you’re with that weasel.”
Hermione scoffed. “Your opinion is not relevant right now, Malfoy.”
Something changed as Draco stood up taller. He leaned closer to her, and she could smell his sweet cologne. “Malfoy now, is it?”
“Draco,” she amended, tilting her head back so she could see him better. “You need to stop. We agreed that what happened between us was a mistake, and you need to honor that agreement.”
“Do I now?”
“Yes,” she snapped. “You do.”
They stared at each other for a few seconds before Draco grabbed Hermione by the waist, spinning her so that she was pressed in between him and the door. “And what if I changed my mind, Granger? What if I no longer think it’s a mistake?”
Hermione scowled despite the deep blush on her face. “Again, what you think is not relevant. I do not care about your opinion anymore.” She shoved against him until there was space between them. “Now, I will ask you once before I start hexing you in the hallways, Malfoy. Stop staring at me.”
With that, she lowered the privacy wards he had erected and left. Draco clenched his jaw. He was a Malfoy, and Malfoys always got what they wanted.
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I found these in my drafts while cleaning my Drive. I won’t be posting new content for a long time, but I wanted to share this drabble I wrote once upon a time ago. It reminds me of all the trashy smutty books I’ve been reading lately. It’s a long-loved trope.
