Mistaken Identities

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Hermione leaned over the sink, staring intently into the mirror. She was hung over but the reflection wasn’t her... which was good. She’d expended a great deal of effort to find the charm spell that would hide her appearance. Professor Flitwick had mentioned it in class in passing and she’s spent most of the semester trying to find the spell. It was a ton of work for something that made her look ordinary but it would be hard to disappear into a place without it.

So, here she was in a New York hotel room and the golden skinned, golden haired man she’d shagged six ways to Sunday the night before wasn’t golden anymore. He was pale as a winter’s morning and he looked a lot like Draco Malfoy.

“I think I’m going to hyperventilate... I need a paper bag,” she bent over the sink, trying to breathe. All she wanted to do was come to NYC, get a break from the never ending dramatics of good versus evil, test out her little charm, find out if the rumors about New York were true, and maybe get a beer. Instead, she’d manage to find the one person she knew in NEW YORK CITY and fuck him. She blushed, images of last night flashing in her mind. She was sore but she could feel her desire budding.

“Jesus, Hermione... get a hold of yourself!” She met her own eyes in the mirror. She imagined Draco’s face when he realized who he’d has sex with. She thought about the rumors he could start at Hogwart’s. She thought of the things he could tell his father and Voldemort. She shivered. It would be a nightmare.

*But he doesn’t know who it is.* A little voice whispered in the back of her head. Who better to test out the charm with? She remembered a couple of choice moments in the shower, and then on the desk, and then on the couch, and...she let out a ragged breath. *Be honest, Hermione. You just had the best sex of your life and you want more.* Then she came to the same decision she had last night when a rather sexy man who looked oddly familiar started flirting with her.

“Oh what the hell,” and yanked the door open. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked him over. If possible, he looked better than he had last night. He was all long, lean muscles stretched out on a long frame. Everything about him was hard and cut. Except his mouth. In sleep, without his trademark sneer, she got a chance to see his mouth soft and pouting and thoughts of what he had done to her with that mouth sent a spark of electricity to her lower regions. She prowled across the room, stopping at the end of the bed. *I can’t believe I’m going to do this* she thought as she dropped to the bed, one hand on either side of his body and started moving her mouth up his body. She paused to bite his buttocks lightly and used one hand to stroke the sensitive juncture where his legs met. She moved her tongue and lips over his back and began nibbling her way up his neck. He rumbled deep in chest and smiled.

“Didn’t I wear you out last night?” He said into the pillow. She laughed and sucked his earlobe into her mouth.

“Mmm, I seem to have recovered,” she purred into his ear.

“What if I haven’t?” He asked as he lifted his upper body off the bed. Hermoine ran one hand up his body and reached around to stroke his nipple.

“Well, I’d be disappointed but it’s pretty clear your mouth is still working. I’ll bet we could arrange something.” She smirked as she said it. He laughed out loud.

“Perhaps I could be convinced.” He turned over suddenly, pulling her close and kissing her firmly. Their tongues met and she felt his arousal pressed into her hip.

“You seem like you might be up to it after all,” she whispered as she grasped his length. He sucked in his breath at her ministrations. He moved his hand down her body, brushing past her nipples and gently stroking her clit. She bucked her hips, her desire rising. He rolled her onto her back and moved his mouth down her throat, pausing at her flushed and erect nipples. She moaned. He kept his mouth moving, sucking the soft skin of her belly. His mouth moved over her hip and he paused above her throbbing sex and she groaned in frustration. He smiled evilly and blew very gently over her sensitive bud causing her to buck her hips.

“You... tease!” She managed to gasp out. He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked. She clutched her fingers into the bed spread and shuddered.

“I think that might be the nicest thing anyone’s said to me,” he said, looking up over her body. She looked down at him, not sure if he was joking or serious. He kept his eyes locked on her and deliberately lapped his tongue over her. The visual of Draco Malfoy going down on her with every evidence of pleasure was almost too much for her. She felt waves of heat wash through her. She just needed a little more. A little…more. She was panting and she couldn’t tear her eyes away from his as dipped his head again and rolled his tongue over her. She felt herself go over the edge and threw her head back, trying to control the howl hovering behind her lips. They both remained where they were for a second before he disengaged himself and settled next to her.

“You should have let it out,” he whispered into her ear. Hermione chuckled.

“Maybe I was saving it for something better.” She grinned, rolling over to face him as she said it. Her hand strayed down his chest, her nails rasping over his nipples before reaching his manhood. She lightly moved her fingers over him.

“Better, huh? Well, let’s see what you can do,” he said as he struggled to keep his breathing even.

She laughed as she pushed him onto his back. Her slid her mouth down his chest and paused above his erect member. She looked up at him and smirked before she ran her tongue from base to the sensitive tip.

“Oh...” he murmured. Hermione wasted no time in taking the rest of him into his mouth and sucking firmly. Now as has his turn to try and restrain his reactions. She felt him grow firmer as she moved her mouth up and down his shaft. She pulled her mouth and away and wriggled her way back up to his mouth.

“Now, don’t get too excited. That’s just the appetizer.” She sucked his lower lip before she slid him inside her. He made a sound low in his throat as she ground her hips onto him.

Hermione looked down at Draco as she moved herself up and down. His eyes were a darker blue than she was accustomed to seeing. Of course, he was usually mocking her rather than rigid underneath her. That thought sent a small spark through her body. She started rocking on him using his hardness to hit the right spot inside her. She closed her eyes as she moved, focused on the sensations. She changed the movements of her hips, keeping herself on the edge.

Draco was making small sounds of pleasure and she was pretty sure he was close to coming. Since she was working her way to a fantastic orgasm she reached one arm around and pressed firmly on the skin under his balls. He bucked in surprise as he felt his building orgasm recede.

"Wha... why?" He blinked in confusion.

“Because I’m not done,” she whispered in his ear. He grinned and pulled her in for a kiss. She pumped against him, the new angle making it possible for her to rub her clit against his abdomen. She shuddered and arched her back, picking up the pace. He groaned into her neck, grabbing her firm rear and rose to meet her thrusts. She felt like she was on fire and the tension within her was almost unbearable.

She sat back up and moved her hips desperately. Small shudders wracked her body. This time, when the orgasm hit, she did howl. Her muscles contract around him so intensely, Draco came moments after her. The orgasm seemed to last forever. She collapsed on top of him, mumbling. It took her a couple of minutes to recover her ability to hold up her own head.

“That was...” she blinked at him.

“Yeah...” he replied, still a little breathless.

She pulled herself off of him and sprawled on the bed, feeling boneless. She wasn’t really sure how much time had passed before he rolled over and stroked the soft skin of her belly.

“Where does that put the count?” He asked, following his fingers with light feathery kisses.

“Singly or combined?” She replied.

“Both.”

“Ah, that would be six for you and ten for me for a grand total of sixteen orgasms in less than 12 hours.”

“I’m incredible.” He preened as he said it. It was such a Malfoy thing to say that she couldn’t help but laugh. A laugh which was quickly followed by the sobering thought that she had just had a whole bunch of mind-blowing sex with Draco Malfoy. *There is something deeply wrong with me* though part of her regretted having to leave this room and go back to the enmity and danger of their lives.

“What wrong?” Draco asked, stroking his hand down the side of her face.

“Nothing. Just thinking about life,” she answered, closing her eyes and leaning into his touch.

“Hmm...try not to look so cheerful. Life is serious business,” he replied. She gave a low, slightly miserable laugh.

“I’ll try to keep that in mind”

“Come shower with me.” He kissed her lightly on the lips.

“I don’t know if I’m up for another shower. My legs might fall off.”

“I promise to be good.” He pulled an innocent face, eyes wide. She laughed again.

“Like I’d believe that,” she rolled her eyes at him. “Start without me? I need a couple more minutes to recover.”

“Ok, but I’ll be expecting you,” he said wiggling his eyebrows at her. Hermione waited until she heard the water running before searching the hotel room for her clothing. Her panties were ruined so she shoved them into the pocket of her coat. Skirt, boots, bra…all located. Unfortunately, her top seemed to have vanished in the frenzy of last night. The door of the bathroom opened with a bang and a very wet, pissy looking Draco, his hair wild and his towel hanging low around his hips, stormed into the room.

“Who the hell are you?" He raged.

“Oh bugger,” was all Hermione had to say in response.