Carnal Afflictions
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
22,432
Reviews:
77
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, and I do not make any money from these writings.
Unpredictable Circumstances
A/N: It’s been a while. Haha. Keep reviewing guys.
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“Fucking Malfoy. Fucking binds. Fucking sadistic son of a bitch!”
Curses could be heard omitting from the Head’s Showers as one Draco Malfoy slept on completely oblivious to the death threats flung his way.
It was a sight to behold. Draco Malfoy was sprawled on his bed; the covers loosened and hazardous – clearly displaying either the product of some very rough sex or the result of a herd of hippogriffs stampeding through the room. There were random objects cast around the room’s floor and more than one flat surface completely deprived of any objects – though, however, there were plenty of objects in the surrounding areas of said surfaces.
All in all, chaos. Draco Malfoy’s once orderly life had taken a trip down crazy lane.
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“So, Mione, how was your weekend?”
“Yeah, we hardly ever saw you. Did you really have that much to do in the library?”
“Ugh. Ronald Weasely, just how many times do I have to tell you to swallow your food before you speak?” The headgirl glared across the table at her clueless redheaded bestfriend. “And no, I didn spend the entire weekend in the library. As if that were all I ever do. As a matter of fact, I was getting the best shag of my life.”
With a little “hmpt,” Hermione casually continued reading the article in The Daily Prophet and resumed sipping her morning tea. A moment later however, the paper was torn from her hands and instead, the freckled red face of Ron Weasley and the even more astonished gaping look of the Boy Who Lived was thrust into her immediate line of vision.
“What the bloody hell do’ya mean you were –“
“What? No way. Come on, Mione. What’d you really –“
“Who the hell is he? And what makes him think he has the –“
“Hermione! Quit pulling our legs. Enough is –“
“Granger.”
Immediately both boys snapped shut and turned to the new arrival. One, glared would be death rays and the other trying to frantically make sense of all the nonsense presented during the course of breakfast.
Grinning, Hermione licked her lips and stared up at Blaise Zabini through her lashes. She gave him a quick up-down as she gently set down her cup of tea. “What can I do for you, Zabini?” Her voice was clear and steady, but at the same time, incredibly arousing as all three men were forced to zero in on her rosey, plump lips.
“We still on for tonight?” His dark chocolate orbs twinkled at her as he literally eye-fucked her in the middle of the Great Hall.
Smirking his infamously sexy Slytherin smirk, Zabini leaned forward to gently brush his thumb against her grinning lips in an almost innocent manner – if not for the fact that at the last moment, she opened her mouth and caught the tip of his thumb between her teeth.
Staring him straight in the eyes, Hermione casually ran her tongue along the tip of his thumb while her friends gawked at her unabashed movements.
For Zabini however, it was an entirely different experience. The moment she licked him marked the moment all the excess blood in his system surged down to his groin and gave him the quickest hard-on he had ever experienced.
Holding back a groan, Blaise gently withdrew his hand while turning to leave as if concluding their business, but of course, not before a few parting words: “Tonight, Granger. Don’t start something you’re not willing to finish.”
Needless to say, an explosion was immanent the moment the dark-skinned Slytherin was out of earshot.
“What the bloody hell was that about!?” Ron was the first to combust, as always when it involved her. But as always, Harry would be short in following –
“Zabini!? You shagged Zabini?!”
“Shhh! Hush up will you? Do you want to declare it to the rest of the world?”
“Oh. Like everyone didn’t already notice you two literally eye fucking each other in the middle of breakfast!”
“Ronald –“
“No! I won’t stand for this! He’s a Slytherin!”
“Shut –“
“Really Hermione!? I thought you had better brains than that! If you wanted to whore yourself –“
“Damnit will you shut up?! Everyone’s staring!” Smacking her palms down on the table before her, Hermione glared at her two best mates, effectively shutting them up temporarily.
“And to answer your questions: No. I did not sleep with Zabini –“
“Then what the bloody hell was that all about!?”
And then out of nowhere came the ever present arrogant words of one, Draco Malfoy. “Yes, Granger, do tell, what was that all about?”
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A/N: Let me know what you think. =)
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“Fucking Malfoy. Fucking binds. Fucking sadistic son of a bitch!”
Curses could be heard omitting from the Head’s Showers as one Draco Malfoy slept on completely oblivious to the death threats flung his way.
It was a sight to behold. Draco Malfoy was sprawled on his bed; the covers loosened and hazardous – clearly displaying either the product of some very rough sex or the result of a herd of hippogriffs stampeding through the room. There were random objects cast around the room’s floor and more than one flat surface completely deprived of any objects – though, however, there were plenty of objects in the surrounding areas of said surfaces.
All in all, chaos. Draco Malfoy’s once orderly life had taken a trip down crazy lane.
--
“So, Mione, how was your weekend?”
“Yeah, we hardly ever saw you. Did you really have that much to do in the library?”
“Ugh. Ronald Weasely, just how many times do I have to tell you to swallow your food before you speak?” The headgirl glared across the table at her clueless redheaded bestfriend. “And no, I didn spend the entire weekend in the library. As if that were all I ever do. As a matter of fact, I was getting the best shag of my life.”
With a little “hmpt,” Hermione casually continued reading the article in The Daily Prophet and resumed sipping her morning tea. A moment later however, the paper was torn from her hands and instead, the freckled red face of Ron Weasley and the even more astonished gaping look of the Boy Who Lived was thrust into her immediate line of vision.
“What the bloody hell do’ya mean you were –“
“What? No way. Come on, Mione. What’d you really –“
“Who the hell is he? And what makes him think he has the –“
“Hermione! Quit pulling our legs. Enough is –“
“Granger.”
Immediately both boys snapped shut and turned to the new arrival. One, glared would be death rays and the other trying to frantically make sense of all the nonsense presented during the course of breakfast.
Grinning, Hermione licked her lips and stared up at Blaise Zabini through her lashes. She gave him a quick up-down as she gently set down her cup of tea. “What can I do for you, Zabini?” Her voice was clear and steady, but at the same time, incredibly arousing as all three men were forced to zero in on her rosey, plump lips.
“We still on for tonight?” His dark chocolate orbs twinkled at her as he literally eye-fucked her in the middle of the Great Hall.
Smirking his infamously sexy Slytherin smirk, Zabini leaned forward to gently brush his thumb against her grinning lips in an almost innocent manner – if not for the fact that at the last moment, she opened her mouth and caught the tip of his thumb between her teeth.
Staring him straight in the eyes, Hermione casually ran her tongue along the tip of his thumb while her friends gawked at her unabashed movements.
For Zabini however, it was an entirely different experience. The moment she licked him marked the moment all the excess blood in his system surged down to his groin and gave him the quickest hard-on he had ever experienced.
Holding back a groan, Blaise gently withdrew his hand while turning to leave as if concluding their business, but of course, not before a few parting words: “Tonight, Granger. Don’t start something you’re not willing to finish.”
Needless to say, an explosion was immanent the moment the dark-skinned Slytherin was out of earshot.
“What the bloody hell was that about!?” Ron was the first to combust, as always when it involved her. But as always, Harry would be short in following –
“Zabini!? You shagged Zabini?!”
“Shhh! Hush up will you? Do you want to declare it to the rest of the world?”
“Oh. Like everyone didn’t already notice you two literally eye fucking each other in the middle of breakfast!”
“Ronald –“
“No! I won’t stand for this! He’s a Slytherin!”
“Shut –“
“Really Hermione!? I thought you had better brains than that! If you wanted to whore yourself –“
“Damnit will you shut up?! Everyone’s staring!” Smacking her palms down on the table before her, Hermione glared at her two best mates, effectively shutting them up temporarily.
“And to answer your questions: No. I did not sleep with Zabini –“
“Then what the bloody hell was that all about!?”
And then out of nowhere came the ever present arrogant words of one, Draco Malfoy. “Yes, Granger, do tell, what was that all about?”
--
A/N: Let me know what you think. =)