Dreamscapes: The Beginning

“What are you doing here, Malfoy?” Hermione asked as she walked into the old Transfiguration classroom.

Draco looked over at her. “What difference does it make?” he asked. “The same could be asked of you.”

Hermione smiled slyly at him. “Perhaps,” she said. “But then again…”

Draco frowned. “Granger, what the hell is your problem?” he asked.

Hermione crossed her arms, watching him. “What makes you think I have a problem?” she asked.

Draco raised his eyebrow. “You keep watching me… oddly,” he said.

Hermione slowly began to move forward, and for the first time, Draco backpedaled away from her. The look in her eye almost frightened him. His back connected with the wall behind him, and he looked around almost frantically searching for a way out. He supped ted the urge to flinch as Hermione lifted one small hand to run it down his chest. She toyed with the embroidered crest on his robe. “I have my reasons for watching you,” she said in a low voice. Her eyes were riveted on her hand toying with the crest. Ever so slowly she raised only her eyes to look into his.

Draco took a deep breath, watching her. He wasn’t sure what to do or say. Astonishment of this sort was not becoming of a Malfoy. He could practically hear his father spitting those words at him if he knew what was going on. Draco reached to take Hermione’s hand from his chest when he realized he was paralyzed. He saw a fire begin to burn in Hermione’s eyes as she watched him. “What are you doing to me?” he asked huskily.

Hermione slowly smiled. “I hope a lot,” she whispered. Draco almost jumped out of his skin when Hermione’s hands slid beneath his robes. His hands were flat against the wall, almost as if they were ed ted there. In a sense they were, especially when he felt Hermione’s fingers plucking at the button of his trousers. He couldn’t move until he felt her hands dip beneath the material of his trousers and past the boxers he wore. His hips jerked when he felt her begin to caress the almost permanent erection he found he often had around her.

Hermione raised her face to gaze at him. “I think I know how to take care of this,” she whispered, her hands toying with him.

The words alone shocked Draco. This situation shocked him. But when he saw Hermione kneel in front of him, brushing aside his robes and lifting his straining flesh from his trousers and boxers, he thought he would pass out from the sheer astonishment of it. He was quickly brought out of his reverie with a hiss when he felt the tip of Hermione’s tongue gently pressed against the tip of his cock.

Hermione looked up towards him and smiled before she wrapped her lips around the tip of him and slid her mouth along his length. Draco hissed, his head falling back against the wall. A low groan escaped his lips as he felt her mouth slide completely over him, deep into her throat. To feel the velvety warmth of her mouth close so silkily around him, made him begin to wonder what it would be like to sink into another crevasse of her body in the same way. The feel of her around him then would send him spiraling off axis he just knew.

Draco grunted and dug his head into the wall when he felt Hermione’s teeth scrape along his length, electric jolts racing through him from his cock. His hips began to rock of their own accord before he growled and cried out as she gave one last suck and plunge with her mouth and he erupted inside of her mouth.

After what seemed like forever, Hermione slid up his body and gently kissed his chin. “All better,” she whispered huskily.

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Draco jerked awake with a groan. Sweat beaded his brow as he looked around then cursed. The silk sheets that covered his bed were a bit sticky, showing his dream had had quite the affect on him. He lay back, his blonde hair splayed slightly on his pillow. He almost felt like he wanted to reach down and touch his flaccid member to see if it still felt a bit of a tingle from the dream. The same tingle Granger’s mouth had created. He groaned a bit at the memory of it. He tried to close his eyes to fall back asleep without the erotic dreams he was having.

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“Looks like Malfoy’s losing sleep or something,” Ron said.

Hermione glanced in the direction Ron was, noticing that Malfoy did look a bit tired. She sged ged non-chalantly. “Does it matter?” she asked. At least he isn’t having the same type of dreams I am, she thought to herself.

“Not really,” Ron said turning his attention away from the Slytherin boy. Draco could feel them watching him but he didn’t look up. He didn’t want to look at Granger for fear of reliving the dream from the night before. He didn’t know what to do about them…