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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
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11,453
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31
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Currently Reading:
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The Wager
A/N: Whoa. Thanks for checking this out guys. =) Keep reading and reviewing please! =) Hey and if anyone could possibly be a beta... I need help catching all my mistakes. Haha. Preferably for both my stories, but if you\'re interested in betaing this one, let me know please.
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“Oh. And she often sleep walks into my bed.”
Finally, the astonishment of this news permitted an uncharacteristically non-Draco move as his jaw dropped open in surprise.
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The silence that followed revealed two things. The first being Blaise’s extremely smug look, he wasn’t lying…and the second being Draco’s anxious face as he sat up straighter with the restrained intentions of shooting up the stairs and verifying with the girl in question whether or not this was all true. It was mindboggling!
Granger was just the bookworm! She was the little know-it-all who constantly bounced up and down in class to vie for the professor’s attention!
‘Oh God, Granger…bouncing up and down…’ He could see the imagery almost as if it were real…Hermione Granger bouncing up and down…conveniently causing other body parts to jiggle…His mind automatically added in Granger’s oh so excited face as if she were getting ready to answer a question. His imaginary bookworm had a look of excitement on her face: she was biting her bottom lip as her eyes expressed her intentions…
Groaning as he slumped over and cradled his head in his hands, Draco clenched his teeth in an attempt to get a hold of his overly frolicking fantasies. His eyes were shut tight as he thought of everything and anything mundane and boring just so he could mentally beat the growing problem out of his boxers.
And while Draco waged war on himself, Blaise was still smirking. Oh yeah, he knew what Draco was going through. Imagine his surprise the first night it happened. He just about had a heart attack.
-- Flashback --
It was the beginning of the year. They had just called a truce between each other – with him being a Slytherin and she, a Gryffindor, they would have it no other way – and like tonight, he was sitting comfortably against the couch. He was dozing off and then out of bloody nowhere, Granger comes rushing down the stairs in the skimpiest little outfit he had ever laid eyes on.
She was dressed unHermione like in a white little tank top that clearly displayed an ample amount of cleavage and a whole lot of skin, paired with a pair of extremely short pajama shorts.
His reaction was similar to that of Draco’s. He didn’t say anything to her, he merely watched in surprise. Every step she took allowed the subtle shifting of her clothes, and even more skin was revealed. He got an eyeful of her luscious breasts and he witnessed first hand how long and creamy white her legs were. And the next thing he knew, he got excited. Really excited…
Thinking back to the memory, Blaise blushed as he recalled what happened next. Hermione was rushing right towards him with a calculated look on her face. She was determined to get what she wanted, and she was headed right towards him. Naturally, Blaise grinned – he didn’t know she was like that - and shifted his body towards her while spreading his arms to rest on the back of the couch. The instinctively predatory Slytherin look gleamed in his eyes as he licked his lips in anticipation. His blood rushed down to his groin and he was already so hard for her, but the next thing he knew, Granger had walked right past him to her book bag on the table behind him.
His jaw had dropped as a look of horror crept onto his face. He had been utterly bewitched and hell if she hadn’t seen his embarrassment! So while she was busy looking through her things, he shifted nonchalantly into a less noticeable position. He was grumbling under his breath and doing all he could to ignore the presence of the Head Girl until she decided she was done being ignored.
Her next movements were the basis of every fantasy he had of her for the next few weeks.
She had snuck up behind him – half naked, mind you – and pressed her breasts against his shoulders while hugging him from behind. He instantly froze as he felt her hot flesh against his shirt and he just about moaned like a bitch when he heard her voice.
She had told him, in an incredibly silky smooth whisper to “not have too much fun” as one of her hands rubbed at his chest through his shirt while the other trailed lazy fingers down his arm and traced patterns on his palm.
And oh God, how he wanted to respond. His dick had twitched at her voice but before he could even blink, Granger had sashayed back into the privacy of her room. And he, he had to rush into his own to wank while the heated words of Hermione Granger still ran in his ears.
-- End Flashback --
Blaise grinned as he recalled all the other moments that had happened in the last few weeks. He wasn’t lying when he said she tended to forget to lock the bathroom door. The dark skinned Slytherin was about to get sucked into another memory of a sexy Hermione until Draco’s frustrated voice punctured the air around them.
“Oh bloody hell.” Draco threw his head back as he slumped against the backrest. His hair was thoroughly messed up as he itched to interrogate (and perhaps act out a few of the fantasies running through his head) the Gryffindor. “Fuck. It’s Granger for crying out loud!”
“Doesn’t matter. She knows what she’s doing to us.” Blaise grinned.
“What? Are you crazy? This is Granger. Bookworm –“
“She’s not stupid, Draco.”
“…She knows?” He couldn’t wrap his mind around it. In his world Granger was an asexual being whose only desire was to read book and annoy the hell out of every bloke in the world. But God if she wasn’t sexy…
“Yeah. She knows. So lets have a little wager. Something friendly, between best mates.” His eyes were predatory.
“What are you suggesting?” He licked his lips as classical Slytherin mischief entered his expression. If he knew Blaise at all…
“We have until the end of term. First one to get Hermione to seek out one of us, wins. It’ll be like finally proving which one of us is the best at female persuasion.”
Draco’s eyes darted to stare holes into her door. “And the wager?”
“Winner gets bragging rights and a lifetime of ass-kissing from the loser.” Zabini smirked - it was almost too easy. Any time someone mentions anything that will inflate one’s ego; Draco bites like an overly starved fish.
“Deal. Just be prepared to start worshiping the ground I walk on.” Smirking, Malfoy stood up and exited the Heads Common Room all the while plotting his diabolical scheme to get into Hermione’s pants.
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Hermione smirked as she leaned against her wall. Her knees were pulled up to her chest while her hands absentmindedly stroked her quivering thighs. She heard everything. Fred and George invented a goldmine when they developed the Extendible Ears.
Everything was working according to plan.
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“Oh. And she often sleep walks into my bed.”
Finally, the astonishment of this news permitted an uncharacteristically non-Draco move as his jaw dropped open in surprise.
-
The silence that followed revealed two things. The first being Blaise’s extremely smug look, he wasn’t lying…and the second being Draco’s anxious face as he sat up straighter with the restrained intentions of shooting up the stairs and verifying with the girl in question whether or not this was all true. It was mindboggling!
Granger was just the bookworm! She was the little know-it-all who constantly bounced up and down in class to vie for the professor’s attention!
‘Oh God, Granger…bouncing up and down…’ He could see the imagery almost as if it were real…Hermione Granger bouncing up and down…conveniently causing other body parts to jiggle…His mind automatically added in Granger’s oh so excited face as if she were getting ready to answer a question. His imaginary bookworm had a look of excitement on her face: she was biting her bottom lip as her eyes expressed her intentions…
Groaning as he slumped over and cradled his head in his hands, Draco clenched his teeth in an attempt to get a hold of his overly frolicking fantasies. His eyes were shut tight as he thought of everything and anything mundane and boring just so he could mentally beat the growing problem out of his boxers.
And while Draco waged war on himself, Blaise was still smirking. Oh yeah, he knew what Draco was going through. Imagine his surprise the first night it happened. He just about had a heart attack.
-- Flashback --
It was the beginning of the year. They had just called a truce between each other – with him being a Slytherin and she, a Gryffindor, they would have it no other way – and like tonight, he was sitting comfortably against the couch. He was dozing off and then out of bloody nowhere, Granger comes rushing down the stairs in the skimpiest little outfit he had ever laid eyes on.
She was dressed unHermione like in a white little tank top that clearly displayed an ample amount of cleavage and a whole lot of skin, paired with a pair of extremely short pajama shorts.
His reaction was similar to that of Draco’s. He didn’t say anything to her, he merely watched in surprise. Every step she took allowed the subtle shifting of her clothes, and even more skin was revealed. He got an eyeful of her luscious breasts and he witnessed first hand how long and creamy white her legs were. And the next thing he knew, he got excited. Really excited…
Thinking back to the memory, Blaise blushed as he recalled what happened next. Hermione was rushing right towards him with a calculated look on her face. She was determined to get what she wanted, and she was headed right towards him. Naturally, Blaise grinned – he didn’t know she was like that - and shifted his body towards her while spreading his arms to rest on the back of the couch. The instinctively predatory Slytherin look gleamed in his eyes as he licked his lips in anticipation. His blood rushed down to his groin and he was already so hard for her, but the next thing he knew, Granger had walked right past him to her book bag on the table behind him.
His jaw had dropped as a look of horror crept onto his face. He had been utterly bewitched and hell if she hadn’t seen his embarrassment! So while she was busy looking through her things, he shifted nonchalantly into a less noticeable position. He was grumbling under his breath and doing all he could to ignore the presence of the Head Girl until she decided she was done being ignored.
Her next movements were the basis of every fantasy he had of her for the next few weeks.
She had snuck up behind him – half naked, mind you – and pressed her breasts against his shoulders while hugging him from behind. He instantly froze as he felt her hot flesh against his shirt and he just about moaned like a bitch when he heard her voice.
She had told him, in an incredibly silky smooth whisper to “not have too much fun” as one of her hands rubbed at his chest through his shirt while the other trailed lazy fingers down his arm and traced patterns on his palm.
And oh God, how he wanted to respond. His dick had twitched at her voice but before he could even blink, Granger had sashayed back into the privacy of her room. And he, he had to rush into his own to wank while the heated words of Hermione Granger still ran in his ears.
-- End Flashback --
Blaise grinned as he recalled all the other moments that had happened in the last few weeks. He wasn’t lying when he said she tended to forget to lock the bathroom door. The dark skinned Slytherin was about to get sucked into another memory of a sexy Hermione until Draco’s frustrated voice punctured the air around them.
“Oh bloody hell.” Draco threw his head back as he slumped against the backrest. His hair was thoroughly messed up as he itched to interrogate (and perhaps act out a few of the fantasies running through his head) the Gryffindor. “Fuck. It’s Granger for crying out loud!”
“Doesn’t matter. She knows what she’s doing to us.” Blaise grinned.
“What? Are you crazy? This is Granger. Bookworm –“
“She’s not stupid, Draco.”
“…She knows?” He couldn’t wrap his mind around it. In his world Granger was an asexual being whose only desire was to read book and annoy the hell out of every bloke in the world. But God if she wasn’t sexy…
“Yeah. She knows. So lets have a little wager. Something friendly, between best mates.” His eyes were predatory.
“What are you suggesting?” He licked his lips as classical Slytherin mischief entered his expression. If he knew Blaise at all…
“We have until the end of term. First one to get Hermione to seek out one of us, wins. It’ll be like finally proving which one of us is the best at female persuasion.”
Draco’s eyes darted to stare holes into her door. “And the wager?”
“Winner gets bragging rights and a lifetime of ass-kissing from the loser.” Zabini smirked - it was almost too easy. Any time someone mentions anything that will inflate one’s ego; Draco bites like an overly starved fish.
“Deal. Just be prepared to start worshiping the ground I walk on.” Smirking, Malfoy stood up and exited the Heads Common Room all the while plotting his diabolical scheme to get into Hermione’s pants.
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Hermione smirked as she leaned against her wall. Her knees were pulled up to her chest while her hands absentmindedly stroked her quivering thighs. She heard everything. Fred and George invented a goldmine when they developed the Extendible Ears.
Everything was working according to plan.
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