What I\'ve Always Known

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Wide Open


Several seconds passed with Hermione staring at Viktor with both her jaw and robe hanging open.

“Is it?” Viktor rasped. Hermione came to, and clasped her robe around her again, all the while weighing every possible course of action.

Hermione’s brain worked furiously. She was almost sure that if she didn’t calm down, Viktor would be able to hear the gears turning in her head. Viktor took a step closer, and Hermione’s mouth flew into action.

“Of course,” She said, working hard to keep her voice low and husky. Viktor’s upper lip curled in a most unpleasant manner; as if she was some prize he had just won. Hermione gauged the distance to her nearest surroundings while Viktor let his eyes rove over her body again. She fought back the urge to cringe as he reached out, and took her hand in his.

“Come with me.” he whispered, and Hermione let him tug her along behind him. She focused on her plan of action, all the while trying her damnedest to not just jerk her hand from his and run. Viktor led her down a dimly light corridor directly to their left until
he came upon a black door in the stone wall. Pointing his wand at the knob, he murmured “Alohamora” and the door swung inwards with a creak.

Viktor stepped aside and Hermione went into the room first, making sure not to roam too far away in the pitch-black room. She heard Viktor enter the room behind her, and to her horror, heard him mutter a locking spell on the door again.

Hermione instinctively went for her wand, only to find lingerie. She cursed herself for not bringing her wand with her. Well, she could beat herself up later. Right now she had a bigger problem on her hands, by the name of Viktor Krum.

“Viktor?” She called his name, trying to pinpoint his location inside the dark room. The inky blackness pressed in on her eyeballs as she peered around.

Feeling hands slide around her waist, she bit back a startled scream and forced herself to relax.

“I knew you would come to me,” Viktor whispered, pressing his body against her back. Hermione almost retched as Viktor’s obvious arousal rested on her lower back. “That Slytherin could never measure up to a real Quidditch player.”

Hermione’s blood started pounding in her veins. It had been a long time since she had felt this angry. In fact, the last time she was this angry was when she was thirteen and had gone a slapped her future boyfriend across the face over Hagrid. And now she was angry on his behalf. Hermione smirked as irony practically slammed her over the head.

Trying to tighten the harness on her anger, Hermione turned in Victor’s arms and slid her arms around his waist, only half listening to what he was babbling on about. Suddenly, she found what she was looking for. Very slowly, she wrapped her fingers around the handle of Viktor’s wand…

“When I first saw you with him, I could tell you were not happy. Such a woman deserves to be with a real man, not a stuck-
up, spoiled, pompous little-“Viktor’s words were abruptly cut off as Hermione whipped his wand out and sent him flying back against the opposite wall with a crash. Staring at him by the light cast by the remaining sparks (with a blush she observed some of the sparks were from Viktor’s scorched hair) she realized she had knocked him cold.

Hermione stared down at the wand gripped in her white knuckles. She had not meant to cast the spell with such force, but she found it incredibly difficult to be sorry. At least having conscience enough to be kind, she laid his wand across his lap after unlocking the door, and then set off to Draco’s chambers.

Pausing briefly to check her hair and makeup after whispering the password to a begrudging Mallogoff, Hermione stepped into his
pitch-black chambers. Hermione stood in the entranceway, trying to see anything. The darkness was absolute on her every side that she couldn’t see if she was in Draco’s room or not, but she could smell his cologne…

The resounding slam of stone on stone sounded behind her at the exact second bright, blazing flames leapt to life in Draco’s ornate fireplace. Hermione blinked hard in the sudden assault of warm orange light. When she opened them again, she found Draco sitting on a black leather sofa in front of the fire, facing her with his fingers laced and his chin resting upon them. Hermione smirked; he did love his dramatics.

“I’ve been waiting for you.” He said, his voice low and honey sweet.

“Have you now?” Hermione smiled. Every thought of Viktor seeped out of her mind as Draco got up off the couch and she noticed that he was clad in only his trousers. Orange light bathed his torso, making his skin look smooth and delectable.

“My Hermione…You seem to be rather overdressed for this heat.” Draco said, eyeing her tightly closed cloak. Hermione decided to play with him.

“Heat? Actually I find it quite chilly in here.” She wrapped her cloak tighter around her.
Without so much as batting an eye, Draco took his wand out of his pocket, and flicked it behind him in the direction of the fire. Instantly, the heat inside the room soared up ten degrees. Damn. He had won this round. Hermione sighed dramatically.

“Well now I do seem to be a little overdressed. Would you be so kind as to help me out of my cloak?”

“Certainly,” Draco moved around behind her and reached around her neck to undo the clasp. When he slid the material down her shoulders and away from her body, she felt him freeze.

“Something the matter?” she asked through her wicked grin.

Draco started walking in a circle around her, letting his eyes drink her in from head to toe. Hermione merely watched him, until he came to a stop right in front of her.

“My god woman. Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He asked quietly.

Hermione stepped closer to him, and cupped the prominent bulge tenting his trousers.

“I might have some idea,” she said.

“And do you have an idea of what I’m going to do to you?” He asked.

“Why don’t you give me one anyway?”

Draco lowered his lips to her neck as he said quietly “I want to run my hands all over your body, kiss every inch of you, run my tongue over you until you’re trembling and crying out for me.” He lowered his voice to a whisper, and Hermione found herself closing her eyes. “Do you want that baby? Do you want me?”

“Yes…” Hermione whispered. Draco started kissing just below her ear as he pressed his wand into her lower belly.

“Infecunditas” Draco whispered. The familiar warm sensation swept through Hermione’s lower half. “I miss nothing, and even I know what that potion was for.”

Hermione went rigid.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He leaned back to look into her face.

“I-I didn’t see the point.” Hermione whispered.

Draco sighed and leaned in to kiss her softly. “You should never have to do anything like that on your own. If ever something like that comes up again, I want you to swear that you’ll tell me.”

Hermione hesitated. He already had enough on his mind lately, what with his father constantly owling him, trying to set him up with Pansy Parkinson. Draco had been avoiding owling his father back, but lately Lucius was becoming more persistent, and Draco more stressed.

“Swear it,” he whispered fiercely, but not unkindly.

Hermione kissed him instead, announcing neither her commitment nor refusal. Draco seemed to take this as a yes though, as he kissed her back passionately. Hermione felt only a small amount of guilt as he broke their locked lips and led her back to a blanket spread out before the fireplace.

After they both had settled back on the soft material, Draco handed Hermione an elegant wine glass and with a flick of his wrist, began to fill it with wine from the tip of his wand. Hermione took a sip as Draco filled his own glass and placed a crystal dish of assorted fruits on the seat of the couch behind them.

“Draco Malfoy?” Hermione asked softly while gazing into the fire.

“Yes m’love?”

“Did you actually think I wouldn’t taste it?”

“Taste what love?” Draco turned to her with wide, silver eyes. He looked sickeningly innocent.

“Why, the aphrodisiac you put in my wine.” She smiled sweetly.

“What kind of bloody pervert do you think I am?” Draco asked in mock indignation.

“…My pervert?”

”Excellent answer. After that book you showed me, I hardly think this is an extremity.” Draco couldn’t suppress the rather testosterone injected grin that was blossoming across his face at the memory of the book.

Without a further word, he took her glass out of her hand, set it down next to his on a nearby table, and picked a plump, red cherry out of the bowl above their heads. He began tracing it softly along her collarbone, following its sweet, sticky trail with his tongue. Hermione sucked her breath in as the mixed sensations of the cold fruit and Draco’s hot tongue caused her vision to blur. Her breathing became more ragged as he moved further down, tracing the berry across the tops of her breasts.

“It seems you’re wearing too much clothing love.” Draco whispered, before reaching for the laces of her corset. Soon he had pulled her corset off, to reveal her breasts for his pleasure. He flashed her a sexy smirk before tracing the berry then his tongue around one of her swollen nipples. Hermione moaned as her pulse increased, blood ripping through her veins.

Hermione glanced down at Draco’s silver head, washed with a fiery red glint in the firelight, and felt the aphrodisiac he had slipped her starting to work. Her skin started to glow a faint pink as it came into full effect. She moaned and arched her back as a wave of desire for the man in front of her slammed into her full force.

An erotic chuckle seeped out of Draco’s throat as a glaze of sweat started to coat Hermione’s skin. Suddenly every sensation held
ten times the power over her than it had not thirty seconds ago. The cool drip juice running between her breasts caused her to moan aloud and Draco’s tongue following it made her want to scream for him. Every second he hesitated was an eternity of sweet torture. Finally, Draco could take it no longer. He unclipped her garters, and took off her panties, sliding them down over her fishnet leggings. He left those on, as well as her heels.

Before taking a fresh berry from the bowl, Draco slowly lowered the tip of the first between Hermione’s lips. She closed her teeth on it, feeling the sweet juice flood her mouth.

At first he just dragged the tip of the new berry slowly down her slit, taking pleasure in listening to her disrupted breathing patterns. He growled lowly when he dipped his head to taste her core, plunging his tongue into her when a shiver racked Hermione’s being. He brought his hands up to grip her hips, pressing hard enough to bruise. Hermione welcomed the pain. Draco crooked his
fingers and slowly dragged his nails down the insides of her thighs, careful to keep his tongue circling her clit. When he made eye contact that was it for her. Her screams echoed around the room as fire ripped through her body. Her every nerve was alive with pleasure as Draco slowly licked up her flowing juices with his tongue.

Hermione lay there panting, strands of hair sticking to her sweaty temples as she tried to recover. This time she found she recuperated much more quickly than she usually did after Draco would give her such an explosive orgasm. She looked down at him for the answer, sure she would find it. His cocky smirk was answer enough; the potion no doubt.

“Mr. Malfoy, I am quite impressed.” She breathed, trying her damndest to tease him when she felt like begging him to take her.

“Why shouldn’t you be?” He asked, crawling up her body. She simply smirked and hooked her leg behind his. In one swift movement, Draco was on his back with Hermione straddling his thighs.

“Because I’m better.” She whispered, mirroring Draco’s infamous smirk perfectly. Painfully slow, she unzipped his fly and slid his trousers down his hips.

“No boxers?”

“Easier access.”

“Close your eyes.” Hermione whispered, covering them with her hand as encouragement. Draco complied and Hermione took her hand away, grinning at her deviousness. Draco bit his lip, fully expecting to feel her mouth around him. He gasped and grunted when he felt Hermione sink down onto him. Hermione looked down at him as his silver eyes shot open. He reached his hands up to grip her hips, but she beat him to the punch, lacing her fingers with his. She set them carefully down by his sides.

“No touching,” she whispered. “Just watch.”

She knew this would drive him crazy, to hand over the position of control, somewhere he just adored being. Hermione intended to fully enjoy having him at her mercy for once. Leaning her head back, she let a sigh escape her lips as she slowly started rolling her hips down into his. Squeezing her inner muscles, she pulled almost completely off his length, milking him to the point that his eyes rolled back in his head. Hermione reached up and tangled her fingers in her hair as she began to quicken the pace, taking care to be very vocal, moaning and sighing Draco’s name over and over.

When Draco’s body began to shake, Hermione let her hands fall to her breasts, cupping them in her hands. Draco’s darkened eyes followed and his hands clenched around fistfuls of the blanket beneath him. She pinched one nipple between her thumb and forefinger, keeping her eyes on his face.

“You like watching don’t you?” She sighed.

“I also like participating.” He said from behind clenched teeth.

“Break my rules and I’ll stop.”

Draco remained quiet.

Only their moans punctuated their ragged breathing as both reached their climaxes. Right before Draco came inside of her; Hermione leaned forward and took a cherry from the bowl. Keeping eye contact, she placed the whole berry in-between her teeth and pulled sharply on the stem. Draco grinned at the time old symbolism, even if it was a little late.

Swallowing the berry, she threw her head back in orgasm as Draco bucked beneath her, shouting her name. He covered his face with his hands and lay still as Hermione slowly raised herself up and off his member. She lay down beside him while she waited for him. Staring into the flames reflected on Draco’s sweaty chest, she traced soft patterns on his taut stomach, wondering how long he would take. Damn the man for making the potion so potent.

“Draco?”

“Mmm?”

“How long does-?”

“The potion last? Longer than you,” Draco challenged her, seemingly offhandedly.

Hermione got up off the blanket, going over to gaze out the window near the table where Draco’s homework was still spread.

“Maybe you’re right.” She sighed theatrically. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Draco was behind her, stroking his arms.

“One way to find out.” Draco said lowly in her ear. Hermione’s jaw dropped when she felt his erection pressing into her lower back. No doubt he had taken something as well. Placing his hands on her shoulders, Draco bent her over the table in front of her.

“Dra-!” Hermione was cut off as Draco entered her hard from behind. Without hesitating he was pounding into her with unforgiving force. Hermione clawed the table beneath her, squeezing her eyes shut. She was saturated with pleasure; she surely would burst into flames if he didn’t finish her off soon.

Stars burst before her eyes as Draco pounded into her one last time. She collapsed on the table with Draco on top of her, resting his forehead on her neck. Minutes passed as they simply laid and breathed.

“Tell me what you are.” Draco said from behind her.

“I-I’m-“Hermione could barely concentrate, let alone come up with an answer.

“Tell me what you know I want to hear.”

Amazing. Even when she could feel him shaking with exertion behind her, he managed to keep his voice steady and cool.

“I’m yours Draco. Yours to use, to abuse.” She finally said.

“You’re my whore Hermione.” The grin in his voice was easily detectable.

“One way to find out.” Hermione whispered.