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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult ++
Chapters:
8
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34,081
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184
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Draco's Dream...
A/N: Thanx to everyone of you for your support and a special thanks to Stratyllis for being my beta. You rock! Please let me know what you think of this chapter.
Chapter Three
Draco’s Dream
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“Dragon…”
Draco was in a field which was engulfed by the mist of the night. He was dressed in dark velvet robes with a braded rope tied about his waist. His well pronounced chest and sculpted stomach were exposed from the middle of his shoulders to his waste in a V-shape. He was trying to follow the echo of a voice that called to him. It called to him like a sweet siren from one of those Muggle mythical stories.
“My Dragon…”
He knew that voice, he craved that voice. It was the voice of the only girl in the world who dared to scull him every chance she got. Draco never gets to hear the tone of voice that she is using now; so soft and slow and mysterious mysteries just like the foggy night surrounding them
“Mark me, Dragon…Love me…Make me yours for all eternity, Dragon…”
Her voice whispered to him. He could see a spot of gold two meters in front of him through the fog. He extended both of his hands in front of him and slowly spread them, spreading the fog in the process. She was there, waiting for him. Waiting for him to mark her…to love her…to make her his for all eternity…
He was never the one to disappoint.
Draco closed his eyes and then opened them. In that blink of an eye he apparated. He was now standing right in front of her. His gaze traveled up and down her body. Just like him, she was wearing dark velvet robes. The long v-cut of the robes exposed the side of her curvy breasts, revealing part of her erect nipples and the rose-colored areola around them and her flat stomach. The rope was tied just below her bellybutton. The rope came apart again, exposing her bare legs. She wore no shoes. Her long chestnut curls were dancing in the wind, releasing their vanilla-shampooed essence.
“Hermione…”
He managed to whisper before placing his heavy hand around her neck and then let it slide down the center of her torso.
“Yes…”
She hissed when his hot fingers touched the sides of her breasts. Hermione’s head fell backwards as he explored her flat stomach. Once Draco made physical contact with her, she stopped glowing.
He couldn’t stand the torture any longer, he physically hurt. He needed to mark her now. Draco came closer, lowered his face to her shoulder and inhaled the fragrance of her tresses that have drove him wild for almost a month now.
“You know what is about to happen…” he whispered into her ear in a deep husky voice.
“Yes…” She hissed again.
“I will mark you as my own…” He promised.
“Yes…” She hissed again.
“I will love you…” He promised.
“Yes…” She hissed again.
“I will make you mine for all eternity…” With his last promise Draco let his tongue snake over the shell of her ear.
“Yes…” She hissed for the last time.
Draco lowered Hermione to the soft ground. He pressed his lips to her closed eyelids. Then to the bridge of her nose, and finally to her parted lips. His tongue outlined her bow-shaped lips, marking his territory before deepping inside her mouth to dominate her own sweet tongue. The moan that radiated from her tongue shot through his own nerves and south to his growing erection.
Once he tore his mouth off of hers, he trailed wet kisses and bites over her exposed neck and shoulders. He sucked furiously at the skin between her neck and shoulders. Once he was sure that his love bite was formed, he pulled back to admire his art work. The love bite was in the shape of a small dragon. Draco knew that this was not the real marking so he continued on, down her body.
Draco didn’t spend too much time at her swollen breasts because he saw the sun begin to rise on the horizon from the corner of his eye. He moved his body lower so that his face was parallel to her pelvis and spread her legs.
Hermione wore no underwear. Draco couldn’t believe all the juices flowing freely from her core. He could smell her nectar and wanted to lick at them and greedily suck her dry. But he knew there was no time. The sun was a little higher now.
All of a sudden he felt his canines grow and he knew what he had to do to finally mark her, and without a second thought he sank his teeth into her inner left thigh at the junction of her legs. Hermione screamed.
Draco released his venom into her punctured wound. It seemed forever until the marking was over. The moment he felt himself ejaculate, he knew the marking was complete.
End of Dream
*************************************************
Draco woke up with a start in a dark room. He couldn’t believe he dreamt what he did. The marking. He would have never guessed it. He shifted slightly and realized that he completely embarrassed himself. His trousers and the sheets he slept on were wet from his ejaculate. At least he knew how and where he had to mark her.
He very much doubted that Hermione would be receptive and willing as she had been in the dream. No matter what it took, he would make her his. His life depended on it.
TBC…
Please review. Let me know what you want to happen next....
Chapter Three
Draco’s Dream
******************************
“Dragon…”
Draco was in a field which was engulfed by the mist of the night. He was dressed in dark velvet robes with a braded rope tied about his waist. His well pronounced chest and sculpted stomach were exposed from the middle of his shoulders to his waste in a V-shape. He was trying to follow the echo of a voice that called to him. It called to him like a sweet siren from one of those Muggle mythical stories.
“My Dragon…”
He knew that voice, he craved that voice. It was the voice of the only girl in the world who dared to scull him every chance she got. Draco never gets to hear the tone of voice that she is using now; so soft and slow and mysterious mysteries just like the foggy night surrounding them
“Mark me, Dragon…Love me…Make me yours for all eternity, Dragon…”
Her voice whispered to him. He could see a spot of gold two meters in front of him through the fog. He extended both of his hands in front of him and slowly spread them, spreading the fog in the process. She was there, waiting for him. Waiting for him to mark her…to love her…to make her his for all eternity…
He was never the one to disappoint.
Draco closed his eyes and then opened them. In that blink of an eye he apparated. He was now standing right in front of her. His gaze traveled up and down her body. Just like him, she was wearing dark velvet robes. The long v-cut of the robes exposed the side of her curvy breasts, revealing part of her erect nipples and the rose-colored areola around them and her flat stomach. The rope was tied just below her bellybutton. The rope came apart again, exposing her bare legs. She wore no shoes. Her long chestnut curls were dancing in the wind, releasing their vanilla-shampooed essence.
“Hermione…”
He managed to whisper before placing his heavy hand around her neck and then let it slide down the center of her torso.
“Yes…”
She hissed when his hot fingers touched the sides of her breasts. Hermione’s head fell backwards as he explored her flat stomach. Once Draco made physical contact with her, she stopped glowing.
He couldn’t stand the torture any longer, he physically hurt. He needed to mark her now. Draco came closer, lowered his face to her shoulder and inhaled the fragrance of her tresses that have drove him wild for almost a month now.
“You know what is about to happen…” he whispered into her ear in a deep husky voice.
“Yes…” She hissed again.
“I will mark you as my own…” He promised.
“Yes…” She hissed again.
“I will love you…” He promised.
“Yes…” She hissed again.
“I will make you mine for all eternity…” With his last promise Draco let his tongue snake over the shell of her ear.
“Yes…” She hissed for the last time.
Draco lowered Hermione to the soft ground. He pressed his lips to her closed eyelids. Then to the bridge of her nose, and finally to her parted lips. His tongue outlined her bow-shaped lips, marking his territory before deepping inside her mouth to dominate her own sweet tongue. The moan that radiated from her tongue shot through his own nerves and south to his growing erection.
Once he tore his mouth off of hers, he trailed wet kisses and bites over her exposed neck and shoulders. He sucked furiously at the skin between her neck and shoulders. Once he was sure that his love bite was formed, he pulled back to admire his art work. The love bite was in the shape of a small dragon. Draco knew that this was not the real marking so he continued on, down her body.
Draco didn’t spend too much time at her swollen breasts because he saw the sun begin to rise on the horizon from the corner of his eye. He moved his body lower so that his face was parallel to her pelvis and spread her legs.
Hermione wore no underwear. Draco couldn’t believe all the juices flowing freely from her core. He could smell her nectar and wanted to lick at them and greedily suck her dry. But he knew there was no time. The sun was a little higher now.
All of a sudden he felt his canines grow and he knew what he had to do to finally mark her, and without a second thought he sank his teeth into her inner left thigh at the junction of her legs. Hermione screamed.
Draco released his venom into her punctured wound. It seemed forever until the marking was over. The moment he felt himself ejaculate, he knew the marking was complete.
End of Dream
*************************************************
Draco woke up with a start in a dark room. He couldn’t believe he dreamt what he did. The marking. He would have never guessed it. He shifted slightly and realized that he completely embarrassed himself. His trousers and the sheets he slept on were wet from his ejaculate. At least he knew how and where he had to mark her.
He very much doubted that Hermione would be receptive and willing as she had been in the dream. No matter what it took, he would make her his. His life depended on it.
TBC…
Please review. Let me know what you want to happen next....