Claiming Hermione

Draco closed his eyes, frozen by the heat radiating from her neck millimeters from his lips. He breathed heavily against her skin. That last one was a mistake. He could already see that it would be his undoing. Firewhiskey was swirling around his brain and twisting his stomach. He wanted to hear it again. He wanted her under him, sobbing, begging, just like that. He’d crossed the line. They were not even friends, remember?

He tore himself away, eyes closed still and fell back against the couch with a thud, the bottle of Firewhiskey nearly empty and sitting forgotten a foot away. His head titled back heavily on the seat and he pressed his palms against his hot eyes. He sat that way for minutes, listening to Granger breathing through the blood rushing in his ears and the swirling in his head.

“I….think I need to lay down.” She pushed out. Hermione finally opened her eyes and the room was tilting. She titled slowly with it and lay on the rug right where she had been sitting all night.

Draco watched her gently slip down onto the rug and he sighed in relief. She would be out in moments, was probably already gone, leaving him to stare blankly ahead; alone with his murky thoughts that he would not be remember tomorrow.

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Her bare feet pressed into his thigh causing him to blink open his sleep-heavy eyes. His back ached and he thought his ass might be asleep. He groaned. He had his arms crossed tightly over his chest and he could see that the fire was almost out. He hadn’t moved in who knows how long. He looked blearily down at the silver snake stretched out on her side next to him. Her smooth, caramel girl-legs were exposed to mid-thigh thanks to the slits in her dress and she seemed to be hunching her shoulders slightly. Draco could hear her a soft snoring sound. He hazily thought he was supposed to laugh, but he wasn’t sure. Her little toes tried to wiggle under his leg again and his delayed gaze shifted to her feet. She was seeking warmth like a burrowing animal.

Draco pulled the blanket down from the back of the couch and dragged it over her feet. His body fell sideways next to hers trying to cover her shoulders and, balancing on one elbow, he could just reach the pillow they had thrown earlier. Her neck was stretched oddly with her head on the floor and her curls coming loose. It was a task, but he managed to shove the pillow under her. He looked then to the couch for the other small pillow and dragged it under his own head. He fell against it heavily and sleep claimed him immediately.

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Something was tickling her shoulder. A soft, intermittent wash over her skin. She shifted slightly. As Hermione emerged into semi-consciousness, so did a painful pounding in her head. She groaned and brought a hand to her forehead. A hand. There was a large hand spread over her stomach. She reached down to confirm this and placed her palm over it. The hand suddenly tugged her backwards against a warm, hard body. Malfoy! Oh God! She started to move away and she was hauled back tightly in an iron grip. The sudden movement made her head throb and her eyes rolled back. He had to be asleep. No way would he be caught dead in this position. She tried to work out how to extricate herself without waking him, but she couldn’t focus through the throbbing pain and she gave in to his warmth as she let herself slip back into unconsciousness.

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Draco was suspended in strange state somewhere between sleep and awake, dimly aware of a sharp pain in his hip and movement at his feet. He rolled forward slight and met a solid mass. His eyes blinked sleepily open and were met by an expanse of skin, a silvery strap and bushy vines of soft curls lit by pale blue early morning light. Granger. He was tangled up with Granger, legs and arms and she was rubbing her bare foot against his, and damn it, the bookworm felt kind of…good. He closed his eyes again, too tired and heavy feeling to do anything else, and remembered the dangerous path he’d tread the night before. His cock twitched. Apparently, it remembered too.

Nothing really happened. He could still get out of this. He could feel her breathing deeply and she was snoring lightly. She was still asleep. And for the most part, so was he. He just had to move his hand and unravel his leg from between hers. How the hell did he get so twisted? Draco smirked groggily to himself at the question.

Her round little ass was snug against his growing erection and he could feel the heat from her bare back through his thin shirt. He had time. He just lay there feeling her small form snuggled against him. He had the urge to grind his pelvis into her. Her skin was so close to his lips, again. He could feel his breath echoing off her shoulder. He wanted to put his mouth on her.

Even in his sleep-addled state he knew it was a bad idea. He knew it as well as he knew his name. And he knew he was going to do it. Without opening his eyes, he tilted his head forward. With his lips parted slightly, he dragged them sideways, very slowly, barely touching, over the curve of her shoulder and back. He repeated the blissful motion, experiencing the silkiness there, over and over again until his lips tingled. Then his mouth opened more, then closed just a little, still with only his lips, moving in an imitation of a kiss. His mind was delightfully silent. She was forbidden fruit. Illegal. Unthinkable to the degree that she never even existed in the world of possibilities. And this taboo drove him further. Slowly, tentatively, he nudged just the tip of his tongue out to taste her. He groaned internally. She was warm and silky and her taste was wholly her own.

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Little licks. Little kitten licks, and, oh my God, he was closing his mouth on her, drawing in the skin gently. Hermione kept her eyes closed while her mind raced and she tried to stay perfectly still. How was this happening? How was Draco Malfoy kissing her shoulder? Maybe he was still asleep and thought she was someone else? Yes, that had to be…Oh god…It was so slow, so languid, and so intense she thought he might burn a hole through her with his tongue. His hand curved over her bead-sheathed hip and he pulled her against him, grinding into her. Her rate sped up and she fought hard to control her breathing. Oh god, oh god, oh god.

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He scraped his teeth over her shoulder. God, he wanted to bite her. No. This had to stop. Fuck! He stopped abruptly, his mouth open on her, teeth just barely sunk into her skin. Fuck! Fuck!

He groaned and rested his forehead against the small shoulder he had just attacked. He let out a heavy sigh. She hadn’t moved and was still breathing deeply. Draco lay there for many long minutes, his forehead on her shoulder and willing his erection down. He cursed himself for his stupidity, for walking this treacherous path. But her body was still warm and soft and his mind slowed it’s whirling and finally, finally his drowsiness returned and the thousand and one recriminations slipped away as he drifted into sleep again.

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Hermione was immobilized with confusion. What was going on? Was that like sleepwalking? Does Malfoy sleepkiss? Would ‘sleepkiss’ be one word or two? Hyphenated? What was she thinking? What on earth made her think that getting drunk with Malfoy!!! was a good idea? Her hand came up to grip her forehead again. What made her think that getting drunk was a good idea at all? Judging by the blue light bathing the room, it was still very early. Too early. God damn fuck shit, her head hurt! Liberated indeed! Sleep it off. She just need a little more sleep and then she could deal with this other dimension she must have fallen into.

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She was doing it again. Rubbing the soles of her cold little feet on the tops of his and alternately trying to bury them beneath his calves. The sunlight filtering through his eyelids suggested that perhaps it really was past time to untangle himself from the Head Girl. He sat up, pulling the blanket with him and rested his elbows on his bent knees and his head in his hands. Just a touch of a hangover. He’d had worse, but it still wasn’t pleasant.

The loss of heat sent a shiver down her bare back and brought Hermione into the land of the living once again. Draco was still sitting beside her in the space between her and the couch. She was at a loss for how to handle this situation so she sat up, grateful to find that her head didn’t hurt nearly as bad. It was more of a dull ache now. She wondered what time it was.

“Granger, if you are going to go into a snit, at least use some of your new language skills so I know all my hard work went to good use.”

For reasons unknown to either of them, Hermione found this greeting hilarious and suddenly burst into laughter. Draco looked at her like she had lemons sprouting from her ears. Just as suddenly, she stopped laughing and grabbed her head. Oooh, Headache not gone – duly noted.

“Alright there Granger?” Hmmm, didn’t know he cared. A groan was her reply. Draco stood up and stretched. Hermione kept her head down, determined not to look at him and his stupid, ugly, perfect body. Ignoring his own headache, Draco decided a quick exit was probably the best course of action and he dropped into the armchair to put his boots on.

He loved his boots more than any other piece of clothing he owned, and that was saying something. They were unlike any shoes he had seen on anyone else and he relished that fact. The summer after his Father had been sent to Azkaban, his mother took him to a small wizarding village on the south side of the Liguarian Apennines in Northern Italy. It was exclusive, private and rested on a cliff high above the sea. There he had come across a leather worker who made boots by forming the soft leather directly on your foot and calves. They fit him perfectly.

Hermione was still staring at the floor rubbing her temples. Draco buttoned his jacket and smoothed his hand through his hair and looked down at the rumpled girl. Her curls had escaped the neat twist and exploded around her head. The proportion of hair to body made her look even smaller than usual, and the bedraggled mess made Draco think of sex. Right. He was leaving. Now.

“I’ve got Quidditch in a bit.” He wondered why he was telling her this, shook his head and started walking to the door. “Hey Princess…go find Thomas. He’ll have something for your head.”

Hermione looked up, mouth open and stared at the door as it snapped shut.

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The cold autumn wind made Draco’s face prickle as he hurtled towards the ground. The sandy floor of the pitch zoomed towards him at an alarming rate and he drew his body in closer to pick up more speed.

Flying is sublime ecstasy.

He raced his disturbing thoughts of the prim know-it-all. He would out fly her and leave her suspended 30 meters in the air. The ground approached and Draco concentrated hard on the wood in his hands. His thighs tightened and he set his mouth in a firm line. Closer. Not yet. Wait. Almost. Almost….NOW! Draco pulled up hard and felt the broom shaking and straining under him. His arms ached with the effort to keep it steady as he leveled out two feet above the yellow earth.

He rolled off his broom and collapsed in the cold sand, breathing impossibly hard and staring up at the wide pale sky thinking of absolutely nothing.

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Dean did have help for Hermione and he, thankfully, didn’t ask any questions. Hermione gulped the potion down in one go and felt instant relief. Breakfast was long over and lunch was still a couple hours away. Even with the headache gone she wasn’t sure she could eat anyway. She lifted her full bag onto her shoulder and headed for the library where she planned to hide as long as possible, and hopefully to forget.

All her coursework was completed already and she’d finished reading each of her textbooks early in the term, which left her with studying for NEWTs or working on independent projects. Her puffpinks were currently curing in a brine solution that would isolate the compound she needed for her extra-credit potion work. So, that left NEWTs.

Two pages into translating a section from Magical Hieroglyphs and Logograms 8, Lost Texts Hermione’s mind began to wander. She stared at her parchment unseeingly and absently chewed on her quill. The words she was trying to forget floated back into her head. Worse than the words though was the memory of Malfoy’s breath fanning over the shell of her ear and the odd sensation of having his face so close to hers. And the heat that shot through her at his rough commands. She looked around the library hoping no one could see the flush burning her face and neck.

It was Saturday after a dance, of course she was alone. Unfortunately this knowledge made her mind think it was okay to bring back the memory in detail. She slammed her book shut in frustration and rolled up her parchment and stuffed in her bag hastily.

Hermione stomped out of the library, completely annoyed at her body’s traitorous reactions, and headed straight for her room. She rounded the corner and nearly knocked over a fourth year Hufflepuff whose name she didn’t know. The interruption in her goal made her annoyance spike and she docked him five points for having his shirt untucked. The poor kid didn’t even have time to point out that it was the weekend before she stalked away in a huff.

The heavy book bag was dropped negligently as soon as her door closed and she kicked her shoes off, flinging the right into the corner. Her jeans and sweater were off in moments, replaced by her favorite pink polka dot tank and shorts pj set. She flung herself on her bed face down. Maybe she could sleep the memory away. Time makes you forget, right? If she slept for a few hours, she’d be that much closer to forgetting. Good plan.

She rolled onto her back and pushed her mop behind her right ear. Sleep remained elusive and she guessed it was because she been asleep less than fours ago. Asleep with Malfoy. She groaned out loud. She could almost still feel his teeth on her shoulder and just the thought of it made her nipples harden into tight peaks. Her hand came down to lightly brush her breast and hopefully relieve the itch there. The tips were incredibly sensitive and she brushed her palm over them again and moaned. She could feel Malfoy’s breath on her neck again and imagined him licking a long, slow swath up her neck to her ear where he whispered indecent words to her. Her left hand came up and her fingers delicately rolled her nipples through her tank top. Malfoy was licking down her chest, around her areolas, teasing her. She pushed the fabric up over her full breasts and palmed them eagerly. She imagined his hot, wet mouth surrounding her, pulling on her the way her fingers were.

Her breathing came faster as she pressed the mounds together before pulling on her tender nipples again. She pinched, imagining his teeth on her, and her hips writhed on her bed. His tongue left wet trails that followed her hand down past her navel. Her fingers gently stroked on along the slit of her wet sex. It was the tip of his tongue there, slowly prying her open, nudging forward gradually as her fingers breached her folds. Her hips jerked as he flicked over her clit once and then sank into her. She was hot and slick and her fingers spread open her sex. She imagined little sucking kisses on the insides of her thighs, on her swollen lips. Malfoy sucked at her opening as his tongue speared her as far as her fingers would allow.

Her other hand abandoned her sore nipple and stroked lightly over her clit as his tongue thrust into her. Her two fingers pushed in and pulled out of the hot sucking tunnel faster and she imagined he was fucking her. She rubbed her nub harder and he plunged in faster. She needed more of him and added a third finger. He was fucking her hard, his cock coated in her juices, slamming into her over and over again. Her fingers flew over her nub as she felt the urgency coil in her abused pussy. She could hear him saying it over and over in her head. ‘Pussy. Pussy. Come on, Granger, Say it!’ he commanded. He made her say it. She whispered it out loud and he attacked her clit in reward. She gyrated against her hand shoved up inside her, against his hard cock. He cupped her knee in his hand and blew over the wetness. His mouth was on her knee as it had been on her shoulder, tasting it, biting it hard and she was curling up to her orgasm. She was begging him for release, to push her over the edge. His icy silver eyes were glittering hard and demanding and she pleaded with him, “Please!” she cried out as she surged over the cliff and her climax crashed over her. Please.

Her curls clung to her sweaty face and she wiped her hand on her thigh before tugging her tank top down, too tired, to sated, to even reach for her wand. She could take another shower later. Her body thrummed in the aftermath and she wryly thought that forgetting felt phenomenal before she coasted into sleep.

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Thank you all so much for the great reviews. I’m so happy this story is getting a positive response. I’ve just figured out that this is the AFF way of responding to reviews, so a lot of these are rather belated and I apologize for that. I’ll be more on top of it from here on out. ☺

smurphy – Happy Tub Time with Draco. Man, that could be a sitcom, um an adult sitcom. I know I would watch it faithfully! I hope you like the rest of hotness that will (and has) ensue!

SoftObsidian74 – You know, you are like the Queen of Draco Hotness for me. Your stories are simply amazing. Thank you so much for the review. I feel honored that you liked it.

paigeey07, tootsie, Camryn, scrydale, crescentmoon, sayyadamo, and theworstwitch - Thanks for taking the time to let me know you liked the story. Reviews are so motivating, especially when you know people are enjoying it. I hope it continues to meet with your approval ☺


kitty - Thank you for the review. As for speeding things up, I have to tell you that I contemplated calling this story “The Slow Road”. But, I hope that I took the edge off for you now that things have gotten steamier and that you continue to enjoy the story.

leValkyrie – Hermione drunk dialing would be hilarious. I think we should convince ichi.ruki to work that into a story. Check out Mergers and Acquisitions – it was great! And you’ll have to let us know how the game works in real life. If it were me, I don’t think I’d have the control to simple pass out, or to not lick my victim. But that’s Draco, eh? Control is one thing he (mostly) has. But its sooooo good when he looses it! Thank you for all the great reviews!

Dreamweaver – Damn Girl! It was so great watching you react to Blais’s supposed involvement and try to work out how at fault he was/is. It’s not over yet. I think he is laying low for now. And your reactions to all the little details are so rewarding, like when he scolds her at the prefects meeting. And, I have to tell you that you are not the first person who has said that about Hermione’s ideas on her virginity, myself included. Turns out there are a lot of us level-headed ladies out there. But, I admit to still being drawn into the fantasy of love and first times. Her sterile approach IS disturbing, you are right. Maybe our firey Draco can melt her.

distinctlyME - * hands dME a large fan to cool off with *

Glowing Ember – Don’t fall off, you’ll hurt your bum! Seriously, though, I’m glad you liked it and I hope the fact that they didn’t tear each other’s clothes off wasn’t too disappointing. Thanks for the review.

Margot Le Faye – Thanks so much. I’m really glad you enjoyed it!

sayyadamo – What is a midden? Thank you for the compliment. It means a lot to me!

janl - * hands a another fan to janl *

kazfeist – It is the prequel, thought “that” chapter is a ways off. And yes, you clever gal, the last line is definitely, um…related. ☺

ichi.ruki – Yes, I am sorry for the cliffhanger, but I hope the short wait wasn’t too painful. I’m especially glad you liked the “knee” thing. It was a last minute, stream-of-consciousness sort of thing and I just went with it. Thank you so much for the “review cookie” ;) Check out the message to leValkyrie above.

HarryGinny4eva - I know I am very cruel. I will try to keep myself in check in the future. (I’d probably be a Gryffindor or maybe a Ravenclaw, but right now I feel like howling an evil Slytherin MWAAHAHHAAHAA)

Chickacherrycola – Oh Girl! I am truly honored. That’s quite a gesture and I really appreciate it. I was glowing after I read that. Thanks!

qzgrl – I had this long list of naughty words and knee was no where on it, but the muses intervened, and thank goodness!

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gabby1234 – Oh my God, I was laughing out loud at "is it me or is it super sexy in here?" I do hope you aren’t too disappointed about not getting your “sex chapter” just yet. Be patient, there’s going to be lots of “super sexy in here”. Thanks for the great review!