Quicksilver

Quicksilver
(title subject to change)
story rating NC-17
pairing: DM/HG

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, etc. are the sole property and copyright of the lovely J.K. Rowling. This story is for entertainment purposes only and is in no way affiliated with the original Harry Potter novel series or the Warner Bros. films.

This story contains minor violence, some adult language, and overt sexuality.

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Chapter Fourteen
Two Can Play That

It had been a week since she\'d spoken to him, and his mood sank twice as low as his heart. It made him more bullysome than usual, snapping condescendingly at younger students and sing ing down the corridors with Crabbe and Goyle trying to keep up. Different or not, he was still the perfect picture of the legendary Malfoy malice. He was quiet in classes, but a timebomb in any other situation.

The brooding suited him, though. He was absolutely miserable and there was no way that he was going to let anyone think that they knew why.

He\'d had nightmares every night since his encounter with Voldemort, and he woke this morning with a start from yet another. He gathered his things and headed to the Prefects bathroom, hoping to relax a little.

The young lady was in the barn window today, and she scowled at him when he barked the password to her in a very rude tone. \"Moodiness doesn\'t suit a gentleman, you know,\" she replied in an annoyed tone.

\"Sod off and just open the bloody door,\" he snapped. She obeyed, but not without giving him an obscene gesture as a response.

He set his things down, then turned on his favorite faucets around the enormous bath tub, filling it with hot water laden with lavender...to remind him of her. He stretched luxuriously at the side of the tub, then pulled his shirt over his head.

He heard the mermaid in the painting on the wall giggle as he idly scratched his stomach and he glared at her. \"What now?\" he demanded impatiently. With a smirk, she pointed. But not at him.

He followed her gaze into the opposite corner of the room. Out of the shadows came a glitter of purple, but it was too steamy to see anything clearly. But the figure took another step nearer and he could see the outline of a human body. \"Lumos,\" a very familiar voice said, and then a small light appeared, illuminating the mystery guest.

It was Hermione, dressed and done up in the same way that she\'d been the night of the Yule Ball, holding her wand before her so that he could see. His breath caught in his throat. She walked toward him slowly, her eyes locked on his.

\"Can I talk to you?\" she asked gently.

\"I don\'t know, that hasn\'t seemed to work very well for us lately,\" he replied rudely before he could stop himself.

She looked undeterred, though. \"You\'ve made your mistake and now I\'ve made mine. We\'re even.\" She walked straight over to where he stood and circled her arms around his waist. Then she stood up on her tiptoes and whispered to him, \"Try and resist me, Draco. I dare you.\" Then she kissed him until he was dizzy.

With a twinkle in her gorgeous eyes, she ran her palms lightly up from his waist, along his chest, then planted them at his shoulders. With one hard shove, she sent him backwards into a chair on the wall, reeling with shock. \"What\'s all this?\" he asked, trying to keep himself from grinning.

\"This is the part where we make it up to each other,\" she replied huskily, then straddled his lap and kissed him again. She pulled away for a moment, looked him in the eyes and said, \"You first.\" She reached under the skirt of her dress and pulled something out from under her garter belt. It was her Gryffindor tie. She grinned evilly.

He pulled her close to him, relishing in the smell of her body and her soft skin and said, \"You\'ve got no idea what you\'re getting into, Hermione Granger.\" He then leaned in to nibble her neck.

\"That\'s what you think,\" she replied with a sigh, then whispered in his ear, \"Let the games begin.\" He looked surprised for a moment, but relaxed seeing her grinning at him. She stood now, then took one of his hands. He watched in proud amusement as she bound one wrist, then tied it to the back of the chair. She brought his other wrist around and did the same with it.

\"I don\'t think I\'ve ever been so turned on in my life,\" he remarked admiringly, his breath already quickening. She bent over and began kissing him again. She tasted so sweet to him now, since he\'d waited so long to be with her like this again. She pushed her body against his and felt his arms consciously strain against the binds at his wrists. Without thinking, he whispered, \"I\'ve missed you so much.\"

There\'s my confirmation, she thought. It\'s not just about sex. She smiled happily and said, \"And the truth shall set you free.\" She reached around him and untied his hands.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her so close that their breathing felt simultaneous. \"If the old adage is correct, that truth is beauty and beauty is truth...then you set me free long before now,\" he murmured, stroking her hair.

Her eyes filled with tears; that had been the sweetest thing that anyone had ever said to her. He looked at her with mild concern, then gently wiped her tears away with his fingertips. \"That\'ll be enough of that, then,\" he said softly.

A mischievous spark flew in her eyes. \"No, Draco. It will never be enough.\" She gently broke free of his embrace and stood before him. She reached one hand around to the back of her neck and unfastened her gown. It slid fluidly from her body to the floor, leaving her in just her underthings. He swallowed, hard. She was a goddess, a siren...girls like her were the reason cavemen etched on walls.

She stepped forward once more, and he expected her to climb back onto his lap...but instead, she kneeled before him. His entirdy sdy shuddered when he realized what she was about to do...perfect, immaculate, straightlaced Hermione Granger... He started to pant, hard, and she hadn\'t even touched him yet.

She took obvious pride in his reactions. A triumphant smirk spread across her face as she reached out and undid his trousers. She felt his stomach tremble under her touch as she played her fingertips across his bare skin, then reached into his open fly. He closed his eyes as she wrapped her fingers around his swollen shaft, then exhaled raggedly as she withdrew it through that same opening, exposing him. She looked up at him just once more, delighting in his heavy-lidded eyes clouded over with lust and the beads of sweat already forming on his chest and forehead.

She took a deep breath, harnessing her confidence. She\'d sat through a rather embarassing dissertation by several Gryffindor girls on how this was to be done, just for her own information. All she really knew is that she wanted to make him feel what he\'d made her feel that day in her bed.

She ran her fingertips lightly up and down the hard length of his prick, watching him squirm. Then she bent forward, pulling the bulbous head into her mouth, running her tongue over it experimentally. He\'d thrown his head back and moaned when she did this, which only served to encourage her. She slid more of him into her mouth while she softly stroked the rest with her hand. he phe pulled her head away slightly, she lightly sucked on him to create resistance.

\"Mmmmmm oh yess...\" he groaned loudnd pnd put one hand on the back of her head. Proud of herself, she continued like this, pushing his erection into her mouth, where she worshipped him with her tongue, then pulling it back out, sucking on it as it went. Whatever she couldn\'t get into her mouth, she caressed with her hand. His entire body was shaking violently now, and she quickened her pace.

He could barely open his eyes to watch her, and when he did it only aroused him more. She had her sweet red lips wrapped around his cock, sucking and licking him into insanity. He tangled his fingers in her thick curls and encouraged her with his hand, pushing lightly but not forcefully against the back of her head. She began to move more quickly, her tongue swirling over the extremely sensitive head, causing his body to spasm. He groaned; she sucked harder. He closed his eyes again.

He couldn\'t breathe or really even move now. The passion was building inside him now, and each stroke of her lips sent it higher. He instinctively thrust his hips, which sent his prick even further into her mouth.

\"Yes...mmm...yess...\" he choked out. Then his whole body convulsed violently and he moaned loudly enough to startle the mermaid in the painting. \"S-s-stop,\" he tried to say.

But she hadn\'t heard him in time and with one last stroke he came into her mouth. She choked slightly, then swallowed what she could in order to be able to breathe. She slowly pulled herself away from him, using one hand to wipe her mouth, then took in the scene before her with a great deal of pride. Draco was sprawled against the chair, head hanging back and eyes closed. His chest was heaving as he struggled to catch his breath, and his body was still trembling. His fluids were all over the front of his trousers and his prick lay against him, still hard. Hermione felt powerful and accomplished.

She walked to the sink for just a moment, cupped a handful of water and rinsed her mouth. As she walked back over to him, still a vision in lacy lingerie, he slowly straightened himself up. He then focused his delirio sat satisfied eyes on hers, which still held a glimmer of triumphant amusement. He took a deep breath, then mad tod to say, \"As soon as I\'m recovered a bit, you are in deep trouble, my dear.\"

She climbed back onto his lap and kissed him. \"I expect nothing less,\" she purred into his ear.

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Author\'s Note: I stole the quote \"the reason cavemen etched on walls\" rather shamelessly from the movie \"As Good As it Gets\".