Little Red Riding Hood
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
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The big, bad Werewolf
Author’s note: This story, most likely a two-shot, takes place during 6th year and is a wee bit AU. I also do not own the Little Red Riding Hood story/stories or the manner in which a certain someone’s eyes were described.
The big, bad Werewolf
~
The candles within the pumpkins dimmed as the Halloween feast came to a close. The end of the meal none too soon; for the students, as they were anxious for the dance to begin. Unlike any other Halloween at Hogwarts the students, those willing to embrace a Muggle tradition, were costumed.
The weak glow emitted by the Jack-O- Lanterns provided a generous helping of ambiance and the perfect amount of shadow to enable wayward couples a means for escape; although the only thing Hermione wanted to escape was her overbearing friends. Begging off with a headache, Hermione headed outside for some much needed fresh air.
Hermione’s sojourn soon turned into a stroll around the grounds which brought her in an ever increasing proximity to the Forbidden Forest’s edge. Hearing a twig snap the girl stilled waiting, hand on her wand, for a sign to indicate friend or foe.
“It seems Little Red Riding Hood has yet to learn her lesson,” Malfoy clucked with false concern.
Turning around slowly, with a small, secretive smile plastered on her lips Hermione replied, “Oh she’s learnt it alright, she’s just ignoring it,” with enough arrogance and nonchalance to impress a Malfoy.
Tilting her head to the side and squinting in the low light provided by her wand Hermione pursed her lips and chastised Malfoy for his lack of costume with, “decided to go as a pureblood prat?”
“Actually, I’m a Werewolf; Honestly Granger at times you could pass for a Muggle,” Malfoy exclaimed with false exasperation shaking his head too emphasis his point.
“Ahh,” Hermione annunciated slowly, “that would explain your big mouth,” she finished proudly with a cheeky smirk.
“All the better to eat you my dear,” he replied wickedly; licking his lips before chasing Hermione into the Forbidden Forest.
“Merlin Granger,” Malfoy hissed, as he shoved Hermione against the nearest tree pinning her there with his body, “do you want the whole castle to hear you?”
“No,” Hermione replied instantly but the rasp in her voice betrayed her desire.
“Maybe I do,” Malfoy growled against her neck trailing kisses down her throat listening for the telltale hitch of her breath and delivering nips wherever his lips were located.
“Let’s see those knickers, hmm?” he questioned enticingly as he dragged his right hand up her thigh taking her skirt up as well. “So pretty and, ah, so satisfyingly wet,” he murmured as he touched her more intimately.
As their eyes meet in a heated gaze full of understanding, Draco used his nails and fingertips to lower her panties to the forest floor, deliciously scraping his nails against her thighs as he knelt before her.
Hermione had just enough coherent thought left to keep hold of her wand but her concentration waned and the light went out suddenly as he began to nibble and lick her inner thighs.
Her breathing became noticeably labored as her desire mounted and was punctuated by a small shrill scream as Malfoy, with no warning, hoisted her up the tree as he settled her legs over his shoulders so he could go down on her without fear of her legs giving out.
“Give a girl some warning,” Hermione chided breathlessly.
“That wouldn’t be any fun at all, would it?” Malfoy chuckled amusedly smacking her arse playfully for good measure.
Ignoring her indignant huff of displeasure at his antics, as they both knew she truly enjoyed them. He put his tongue to better use than banter; quickly rendering the girl incoherent with pleasure as he expertly worked her body towards orgasm.
Hermione’s body suddenly stilled, from fear, as a shadow flickered across her peripheral vision.
“Malfoy stop,” Hermione panted between stifled moans.
“Draco… stop! I saw something” Hermione persuaded firmly; forcefully pulling him up by his hair.
“Merlin woman we’re in the bloody forest ‘course you saw something! It’s probably just an animal,” Draco retorted annoyed; trying to placate the girl by word and deed as his fingers had picked up where his mouth had left off.
Ignoring her better judgment, Hermione endeavored to enjoy herself fully; she relaxed her head against the rough bark of the tree.
Although the prickly sensation warned Hermione that something was off, her body transformed her heightened adrenaline into a keen state of arousal that sent her spiraling over the edge even as she gazed dazedly into the glittering, dark orbs of the Potions Master.
The big, bad Werewolf
~
The candles within the pumpkins dimmed as the Halloween feast came to a close. The end of the meal none too soon; for the students, as they were anxious for the dance to begin. Unlike any other Halloween at Hogwarts the students, those willing to embrace a Muggle tradition, were costumed.
The weak glow emitted by the Jack-O- Lanterns provided a generous helping of ambiance and the perfect amount of shadow to enable wayward couples a means for escape; although the only thing Hermione wanted to escape was her overbearing friends. Begging off with a headache, Hermione headed outside for some much needed fresh air.
Hermione’s sojourn soon turned into a stroll around the grounds which brought her in an ever increasing proximity to the Forbidden Forest’s edge. Hearing a twig snap the girl stilled waiting, hand on her wand, for a sign to indicate friend or foe.
“It seems Little Red Riding Hood has yet to learn her lesson,” Malfoy clucked with false concern.
Turning around slowly, with a small, secretive smile plastered on her lips Hermione replied, “Oh she’s learnt it alright, she’s just ignoring it,” with enough arrogance and nonchalance to impress a Malfoy.
Tilting her head to the side and squinting in the low light provided by her wand Hermione pursed her lips and chastised Malfoy for his lack of costume with, “decided to go as a pureblood prat?”
“Actually, I’m a Werewolf; Honestly Granger at times you could pass for a Muggle,” Malfoy exclaimed with false exasperation shaking his head too emphasis his point.
“Ahh,” Hermione annunciated slowly, “that would explain your big mouth,” she finished proudly with a cheeky smirk.
“All the better to eat you my dear,” he replied wickedly; licking his lips before chasing Hermione into the Forbidden Forest.
“Merlin Granger,” Malfoy hissed, as he shoved Hermione against the nearest tree pinning her there with his body, “do you want the whole castle to hear you?”
“No,” Hermione replied instantly but the rasp in her voice betrayed her desire.
“Maybe I do,” Malfoy growled against her neck trailing kisses down her throat listening for the telltale hitch of her breath and delivering nips wherever his lips were located.
“Let’s see those knickers, hmm?” he questioned enticingly as he dragged his right hand up her thigh taking her skirt up as well. “So pretty and, ah, so satisfyingly wet,” he murmured as he touched her more intimately.
As their eyes meet in a heated gaze full of understanding, Draco used his nails and fingertips to lower her panties to the forest floor, deliciously scraping his nails against her thighs as he knelt before her.
Hermione had just enough coherent thought left to keep hold of her wand but her concentration waned and the light went out suddenly as he began to nibble and lick her inner thighs.
Her breathing became noticeably labored as her desire mounted and was punctuated by a small shrill scream as Malfoy, with no warning, hoisted her up the tree as he settled her legs over his shoulders so he could go down on her without fear of her legs giving out.
“Give a girl some warning,” Hermione chided breathlessly.
“That wouldn’t be any fun at all, would it?” Malfoy chuckled amusedly smacking her arse playfully for good measure.
Ignoring her indignant huff of displeasure at his antics, as they both knew she truly enjoyed them. He put his tongue to better use than banter; quickly rendering the girl incoherent with pleasure as he expertly worked her body towards orgasm.
Hermione’s body suddenly stilled, from fear, as a shadow flickered across her peripheral vision.
“Malfoy stop,” Hermione panted between stifled moans.
“Draco… stop! I saw something” Hermione persuaded firmly; forcefully pulling him up by his hair.
“Merlin woman we’re in the bloody forest ‘course you saw something! It’s probably just an animal,” Draco retorted annoyed; trying to placate the girl by word and deed as his fingers had picked up where his mouth had left off.
Ignoring her better judgment, Hermione endeavored to enjoy herself fully; she relaxed her head against the rough bark of the tree.
Although the prickly sensation warned Hermione that something was off, her body transformed her heightened adrenaline into a keen state of arousal that sent her spiraling over the edge even as she gazed dazedly into the glittering, dark orbs of the Potions Master.