Claiming Hermione

Draco’s head was pounding. Whatever the old man was saying was registering only in blips and muffled bursts. Peeves. House-elves. Someone was too old. Something was too late at night. He couldn’t focus on the words, just the pounding in his head and in his veins, and the witch sitting rigidly in her chair.

Granger lied to him. The lie was written all over body and her face, written in the red marks streaking down her neck, and in the way her eyes didn’t stray from Dumbledore once.

An indignant fire was coursing through Draco, mixing with his suffocating need to touch her again, to touch her everywhere and make her his.

If Dumbledore was aware of Draco’s problem, he didn’t show it. He was grateful that the old man didn’t say anything when Draco went to stand at the side of the room instead of sitting in the chair next to her. To sit down, in his agitated state, would be difficult. To sit so close to her, when he wanted nothing more than total possession of her, would be impossible.

He watched her nod at the Headmaster and was glad that at least she was following him. Whatever it was, he could find out later, after he made her confess. God, was the old man ever going to be done?

“Well, I’m certain that between the two of you, it will be cleared up in no time,” Dumbledore said, answering Draco’s thoughts.

“Yes. I’m sure we can handle it. I’ll let you know what happens,” she said. Draco nodded in agreement as if he knew what was going on also and thought whatever it was would be no trouble.

“Thank you, Miss Granger.” She got up and started walking towards the door. Draco straightened quickly, prepared to pounce at the first opportunity, and her eyes jumped over to him, wide and full of anxiety.

“Mr. Malfoy, if you could stay for a moment…”

Fuuuuuck!

Draco turned away from Granger as she hurried out the door. He took a deep breath before focusing on the strange expression on Dumbledore’s face.

“Why don’t you have a seat?” Dumbledore started.

The ball of dread that suddenly formed in his stomach was trying to push his thoughts of Granger out of the way, and he sat down, a little more alert than he had been a moment before.

“Draco, I think you know that there was an Order meeting a few days ago,” Draco’s jaw tensed and he nodded. “And you probably know that Harry was going to bring up your request to join?”

Draco held his breath waiting for judgment. Would they not let him? Had his history and his lineage sealed his fate? Dumbledore smiled kindly at him, probably sensing his fear.

“I won’t tell you that everyone was immediately accepting, but I’m sure that you guessed that would be the case. Harry was pretty adamant that you be allowed to join, and I am in agreement with him that you would be an invaluable asset. That said, there are others who just want to be sure of your intentions.”

“Veritaserum,” Draco said knowingly.

Dumbledore nodded. “Yes, Harry said that you had mentioned that to him. Is that something you would you be willing – ”

“Yes. Absolutely,” he interrupted.

Draco honestly felt that he had nothing to hide from the Order. Yes, he had hated Potter and all of the Golden Trio at one time. Yes, he had gone out of his way to ridicule them. And yes, unfortunately, he had once believed that Muggleborns should not be allowed to study or practice magic. He couldn’t take back his past, or that he had once spewed all the nonsense he had been taught. All he could do was go forward and, this time chose his path for himself.

An image of Granger appeared in his mind, eyes heavy-lidded and warm, and his stomach twisted.

He wanted this. Wanted it desperately. Somehow, in some warped part of his mind, joining the Order had gotten all mixed up with her. The two had become intrinsically linked, the Order and Granger, a soft, tangled ball of knots.

He had known where his loyalties were for quite a while, since before her, But now, because of her, he wanted this more. It was his secret hope, more secret than his desire for the troublesome witch, the way the two things had merged so that he felt like he couldn’t have one – didn’t want one – without the other.

Draco leaned forward and placed his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands in front of them. “I don’t want everyone to be there.” He kept his eyes on the floor, the image of Granger still hovering in the front of his mind.

“And,” he hesitated not knowing how to verbalize his concerns. “Well… I know how I was, when I was younger, but…” he looked up at Dumbledore’s warm expression. He couldn’t think of how to say what he meant. He wanted to be judged for what he thought now, not for his misguided ways in the past.

Dumbledore seemed to understand. “People change, Draco. Don’t worry.”

“Thank you, Sir.” He said sincerely as he stood to leave. He turned just as he got to the door. “When will it be?”

“New Year’sYears Day.”

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Enclosed in the stairwell again, alone this time, he let the image of Granger’s sated face and sex-messed hair become clearer. He would have to tell her eventually. What would she say? Would she think it was because of her? Would he lie to her? Like she was lying to him?

His anger at being lied to, by her, seemed to unleash the longing he had been struggling to contain for days and he felt his face flush at the thought of what he wanted from her. Of what he wanted to make her give. He just had to find her.

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Hermione listened to the fast clip of her shoes echoing off the stone walls. It sounded too loud, too fast, and it made the knot of panic still clenching in her chest, twist even tighter. For one brief instant she had let her guard down. And now, the tension built up from breakfast, from Draco’s thigh flush with hers, from his skin skimming over her wrist, and then from his large palm flat on her stomach, and the wall of his body she had pressed up against, and then from his lips on her neck, had set her body blazing.

Her knickers felt damp and sticky, and she was embarrassed and afraid of her body’s reaction to him. She just needed to get to her room. To hide.

But just as she was about to turn into a long corridor, another set of footsteps joined hers and her heart dropped into her stomach.

She couldn’t turn around and she didn’t need to. The castle was almost empty and this corridor was deserted even when the castle was full of students. Hermione rounded the corner and the moment she knew she was out of his sight, she quickened her pace again. Gryffindor courage be damned!

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A flash of pale blue and honey brown appeared ahead of him and Draco’s stomach flip-flopped. She was within his reach.

He watched her speed up and knew that she was aware he was behind her. And then she disappeared around a corner. She was trying to escape him. The Golden snitch, darting away from his grasp.

“You’re a seeker, Draco. You’re a great seeker. And seekers go after what they want and don’t let anything get in their way.”

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Hermione’s heart was beating unbelievably hard. She had to get away before she made a fool of herself. The soft falls of Draco’s long stride were getting louder, closer, and Hermione felt her panic ratchet higher.

She sped up, trying not to look like she was actually running from him. She wanted desperately to look back, to see how much space was between them, to know that she was safe, but she couldn’t. If he saw her face now, he would know! But he was gaining on her and she heard his steps speed up also.

She risked one quick glance back to see just how close to danger she was. Her eyes widened in alarm. The fierce, penetrating look in Draco’s grey eyes was fixed on her. And the tight set of his jaw, and steady advance left no doubt as to his intent.

For the briefest second, Hermione almost stopped and gave in. She felt pinned by the intensity of those arctic eyes, she wanted to be pinned, to succumb, to do anything and everything he wanted. But she was terrified of him – of Draco Malfoy – having that kind of power over her, so she forced herself to keep moving.

She rounded another corner, coming into a small bright corridor. If she could just make it to that other corner… But then he was right behind her and her heart was slamming into her chest. She could feel him. She wasn’t going to make it.

The instant his hand began to wrap around her arm, it was as if a great switch had been thrown. Her thinking was scrambled, and all the energy she had been putting into escaping him changed courses suddenly and flung itself in the opposite direction.

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The attack of Granger’s skinny arms flying around his neck and the smashing of her small wet mouth on his, was like being smacked in the face by a wall of water, and for a moment he staggered underneath it.

Within seconds though, her eager body pushing him backwards and the desperation in her kisses and her hands, made Draco’s desire flare, and he returned the attack ferociously.

He held her head between his two hands thrust into the mess of her hair, as his tongue made suicidal dives into her hot mouth, swirling around her tongue and diving again. She was frantic, like she was trying to climb up his body or pull him down to the floor, grasping at his shoulders and back and whimpering. The small sounds slipping into his mouth with her crazy kisses was making him feel like he was spinning out of control and he balled her curls in his fists and held her head still while he plundered her mouth.

Draco felt like he couldn’t get close enough and he walked her backwards into the wall, capturing her between himself and the rough stone. He ground his hard cock against her. He had her pinned to the wall, and her hands were everywhere, on his neck, in his hair, grabbing his waist and his ass, pulling him against her harder. Draco felt like he was drowning in her. He was being sucked into the blazing whirlpool of Hermione Granger and he didn’t care. He wanted to stay here, burning, in this bright hallway forever.

She moaned into his mouth and the sound traveled down into his stomach. With his fist of curls he ripped her mouth away from his and yanked her head back. He stared down at her feverish face, sunlight passing through half-open amber eyes and making them glow gold. They stood there, breathing hard, and staring at each other.

The corridor window was throwing bright winter light over them like a spotlight. In the back of Draco’s mind he registered that they were in a seldom-used corridor, out in the open where anyone could see them. The risky thought spurred him on.

Granger’s hips rotated towards him and a growl built in his throat. His eyes went to the column of skin below her jaw and he bared his teeth, swooping down to her neck. He sucked at the skin at her pulse, pulling it into his mouth. And then her hot hands were suddenly on his bare stomach, shoved under his sweater and t-shirt and he groaned into her neck. How was this little witch undoing him so easily?

Draco tightened his grip in her hair and tilted her head back further, licking and biting at the skin below her ear. He grabbed the back of her thigh with his other hand and pulled her leg up, bending slightly to grind his pelvis against her core. His hand slid up her thigh to the pocket of warmth between her legs and his stomach somersaulted. He was so close and the heat engulfed his hand.

Gently, barely touching her, Draco trailed his long middle finger over the damp silky fabric hugging her pussy lips.

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Hermione felt a mild panic shoot through her when his fingers touched the front of her knickers and she opened her eyes enough to scan the hallway.

“Have you been thinking about me, Granger?” he whispered menacingly in her ear. His gravelly voice went right through her and their compromising position was instantly forgotten as her eyes slid shut again.

“Have you, Granger?”

Her brows creased and she rocked her hips forward. God yes, she’d been thinking of him. Her whole body burned with how badly she wanted him again. It overwhelmed her and she could barely think straight. But, there was no way she could tell him that. All she could do was moan.

“I’ve been thinking about you, too,” he said, his voice low and rough. Hermione’s heart leapt. He flattened his palm on her sex and his fingers suddenly closed. She groaned and he licked the shell of her ear. “I’ve been thinking about this. Every time I stroke my cock, I think about fucking you.”

Oh God.

He released her and began stroking along her slit again, pressing the fabric between her lips.

“Are you wet, Granger?” he whispered. She rolled her hips towards his hand as he skated past her swollen clit. Hermione was wound tight, the coil of desire in her abdomen desperate to let loose. When she didn’t answer, he bit her earlobe hard, making her suck in a breath.

“Oh, it’s okay, Granger. You don’t have to tell me,” his fingers pressed harder into her clothed pussy lips. She could feel the evil grin on his face. “I’m going to find out anyway.”

Before she could process his meaning, he had yanked her knickers down her thighs and was pushing her legs father apart with his foot. She was about to protest when suddenly there was a long finger sinking deep into her pussy. Her head fell back against the stone. Oh yes. Yes.

Hermione had to bite her lip hard to stile her moans. She thought she might be going mad. She was in a very open, very bright corridor, with her supposed enemy’s finger thrusting into her pussy, and she couldn’t stop herself from grinding down on his hand.

“God, Granger, your pussy is so wet,” he moaned gruffly.

A flash of heat suffused her face, but her embarrassment was no match for the ache building in her lower abdomen.

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Draco pulled back to look down at the Head Girl. Cheeks blushing pink, eyes half closed, and her little pink mouth open in a soft oval. His eyes fixed on her mouth and he pulled his drenched finger out of her and brought it to her lips.

He pulled on the curls, tilting her head back into a position of perfect submission, and dragged his slick, wet fingers clumsily over her lips. For a second he just looked at her, with her head cradled in his hand and her lips shining thickly with her juices. He’d never seen anything sexier in his life.

And then he slowly plunged his sticky finger into the heat of her barely open mouth. He felt his eyes roll back in his head.

“Suck,” he commanded. Her lips closed around his finger and fuck he needed to get his cock in her mouth. He angled his hand high so that she had to keep her head bent back as he sunk into her mouth, fucking her mouth, slowly, over and over.

“Do you lick your pussy juice off your fingers when you’re alone in your room? Do you pretend you’re sucking my cock?” She sucked hard, drawing his finger in, and twisted her tongue around it. He tried to imagine her lying in her bed, under her covers with her legs spread. He wanted to watch her pump her small fingers into her wet pussy. To rub her clit until she came. He wanted to see the private act. Right here. Right now.

Draco pulled his finger out of her mouth and covered her mouth with his. He stroked his tongue over hers. There it was, that taste that was only hers. The taste of Hermione Granger’s pussy.

“Show me your pussy,” he commanded.

Her eyes got wide and she shook her head, looking around the hallway again. “Not here,” she said under her breath.

“Yes. Here. Lift up your skirt.”

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Locking her gaze on the sharp, crystal grey eyes above her, Hermione tentatively brought the hem of her skirt to the tops of her thighs. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Especially here. But her blood was racing through her veins and she felt heady and reckless.

Draco growled and grabbed her hand holding her skirt, and pulled it up roughly, pressing it to her torso. Hermione’s breath hitched. She was exposed completely, with her legs parted and her knickers slung around her thighs. She could feel the cool wintry air hit the wetness between her legs. She stared at Draco with wide eyes, and blushed hard. He was staring at her pussy.

“God yes,” he ground out and grabbed her pussy a bit roughly. “You have such a beautiful cunt!”

Hermione’s heart was thumping hard and Draco kept his grip on her sex and in her hair. He looked up at her, eyes hard and glittering.

“Do you touch your pretty pussy when you’re alone in your bed at night?” Hermione felt frozen in place and just stared at him.

“Do you?” he tugged on her hair making her whimper softly.

“Yes.” It was so quiet she could barely hear herself.

“Do you shove your fingers in your pussy and pretend it’s my cock?”

“Yes.”

He leaned in towards her, bringing his mouth to her ear. She could feel his hot breath fanning over her cheek and down her neck. She felt like melting into the stone behind her.

“I want to watch you. I want to see how you touch your pussy when you’re alone.”

Hermione stared unseeingly at the wall across the corridor, her mind buzzing. She was so turned on she felt like she could explode. And for reasons she didn’t know, didn’t want to know, she wanted to submit. She wanted to follow his orders. Even though she was standing in an open corridor where anyone could walk in on them, and she risked unimaginable humiliation, she wanted to do what he said.

She closed her eyes and slowly, hesitantly, brought her hand down to her sex. Her arms held her skirt up against her body and for a second her fingers just hovered over her lips.

God! How could she do this? Why did he want her to do this? She tapped her clit once, hidden in the folds of her sex. Oh yes. Then her fingers pressed a little harder. Oh. Fuck yes. Hermione could feel the coil of need pull tighter.

Draco moved a little to the side, making her feel more exposed. She could feel the hardness of his cock pressed against her hip as he moved against her. His hand was still wound tightly in her hair and he tugged at it.

“Spread your pussy lips.”

Hermione shut her eyes tight. She was breathing so hard and she had barely touched herself. But fuck she wanted to. She slid her fingers between her wet lips and spread her fingers in a wide ‘v’, opening her pussy for Draco to see. A cold blast of air hit her exposed clit and washed over the hot wetness between her thighs.

“Yesss. Good girl,” he groaned and kicked her legs open more with his foot. “Stay like that.” Hermione swallowed hard, waiting for his next order, feeling achy and desperate.

Draco tapped her exposed clit and her hips jerked. Oh God. Yes. Please. Hermione stifled a moan in protest as his fingers moved away.

“Do you want to come, Granger?”

“Yes! Please.” she begged.

“Make yourself come. I want to watch you rub your clit.”

Hermione’s free hand flew to her clit and she immediately began rubbing hard circles on it. She felt so close, her need to come so intense, that she let go and bucked her hips as she circled her clit hard and fast with one hand and shoved the fingers of her other into her pussy.

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Draco pulled back to watch her. Her eyes were almost shut and her brows screwed up in pleasure, mouth open and panting, and an expression of complete surrender that took his breath away.

And her fingers, working so hard to make her come, moving over her wet pink pussy made his cock ache in anticipation. He just needed to see this. To make her make herself come like this, for him, and then he would sink his cock into her and fuck her hard.

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“That’s it, Granger, play with you wet pussy.” Hermione groaned. The wet sounds of her fingers pumping into her filled the corridor and her embarrassment added to the lewdness of this whole act.

Draco’s breath was fanning over ear again. “How many times have you thought about me while you shoved your fingers in your cunt?” he waited for a second. “Once? Twice?” he waited again and then leaned in so close she could feel his lips on her ear. “Every night?” he hissed.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Do you think about my tongue shoved up in your cunt? Do you pretend I am pounding into you? Do you pinch your nipples and wish it was me?”

She moaned loudly, her hips going wild and her fingers working fast and hard. He could see the sweat forming on her hairline. The sight of her body writhing with her skirt pulled up, exposing herself, and the desperation on her face made Draco feel like his cock might explode without even touching it.

She moaned again and the sound bounced off the walls. She was getting close. Draco leaned over her and clamped his hand over her mouth.

“Look at me, Granger!” he commanded, his face only inches from hers. Her brows were knit together in a pained expression and her glassy eyes struggled to stay open. She was an exquisite study of tension and bliss, colliding over her delicate features.

“Do you want to come?”

She nodded frantically into his hand, her eyes searching and begging. Draco grabbed the hand that was working inside her and pulled it away, thrusting his own fingers back into her clenching hot pussy and fucking her deeply in rhythm with her fingers rubbing her clit. Her hips began to move in uncoordinated jerks and Draco picked up speed.

Suddenly, Draco’s heart leapt. Voices.

His head whipped up to find Granger looking panic-stricken. She heard them too. But they were a ways off and she was so close. His hand tightened over her mouth and he leaned in to whisper quietly in her ear.

“Shhhh. Come on, Granger. Come for me. I want to feel your pussy coming on my fingers.” Her breathing deepened and her hips started moving again, picking up speed until she was once again gyrating wildly. Draco thrust hard into her. The voices had gotten a little closer.

“Come for me, Granger. Come on, kitten. Come on my fingers. Come!”

With a great wrenching cry into his hand, her body went rigid as her pussy convulsed around his fingers.

Draco watched her face in awe as she came down. She was sweaty and flushed and exhausted and absolutely beautiful. He was overwhelmed and he wrapped his arms tightly around her back, clutching her trembling body to his chest.

He wanted nothing more than to lay her down and slowly sink his cock into her, but the voices were getting louder and he knew he’d have to wait. He reached down and pulled up her knickers, smoothing her skirt down and giving her a once over to make sure she was presentable.

He chuckled. Her eyes were dazed and glassy. Voldemort himself could walk around that corner and she probably wouldn’t notice.

He pulled her to him one more time, her arms going loosely around his waist, and he buried his face in her curls.

“No more running from me, Hermione,” he whispered in her ear and then kissed her softly on her temple. He took a deep breath and let her go to head off the approaching students, and after that, make his way to his room where he had some unfinished business.



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