I Dare You

Hermione stepped noiselessly across the kitchen floor. She felt dizzy and a little nauseous, though this may have been caused by pacing to and fro at an insane rate. She had fought in a war, faced countless enemies and staved off darkness but here she was more nervous and scared than ever. It was only sex; get a grip she told herself for the thousandth time. Yet Hermione was beginning to realize with Draco Malfoy it would never be in simple terms of sex. He would complicate it and make her feel a hundred emotions she didn’t want to, all because of who he was. And the stupidest thing, he wouldn’t even realize he’d done it.

She sighed and sat heavily at the kitchen table, knocking a small vase of pansies over in the process. Swearing she jumped up before the water splashed over the floor, grabbing a cloth she wiped up the mess and absently thought back on the afternoon they’d just experienced.

No one stopped them from leaving the building; they didn’t even garner a look from the men who manned the after hours desk. Walking quickly they headed to where the car was hidden under an invisibility spell three alley’s over. Their company liked to use muggle vehicles to lessen the magical currents left behind after apparitions. It ensured they couldn’t be followed by a hunter, who was equivalent to a magic sniffer dog. It was only when they were in the relative safety of the car that he spoke to her.

“I can’t believe you pulled that off. How in hell did you not slay Pierre where he stood?”

Hermione contemplated Draco for a moment before answering.

“As I said earlier, I researched and read all about the sword when we got the mission notes. Didn’t you?”

He snorted. “It must have been slipped off my desk.”

Sighing exasperatedly she explained in no uncertain terms he should be researching and reading their mission briefs. Then she went on to tell him missions were not all based on Indiana Jones movies, which she then had to explain what they were to him as well. He held up his hands in defeat.

“Okay, okay bookworm. I’ll read the damn briefing if it makes you happy. But it still doesn’t answer my question now, and don’t you dare make me wait till I read the blasted thing.”

“Fine, but next time you will read all the briefs. Right, the sword of Azoth is generally known as the sword which wins battles right?” At his nod she continued. “Well what’s not commonly known is it feeds off the bearers own will and mind set. Yes it may have slain thousands but that’s only because deep down the wielder wanted it. I on the other hand didn’t want to hurt anyone; I just wanted to get us out alive. So the sword won my personal battle. Does that make sense Mr. Too Busy To Read Vital Documents?”

He nodded again in understanding, then a puzzled look crossed his face.

“So if your heart and intentions are good, the sword will not harm and maim?”

She smiled broadly at him. She actually managed to teach him something.

“Hang on Granger, what would have happened if I pulled the sword?”

Her smile slipped. “I don’t know Malfoy, I’m just glad we didn’t have to find out your deepest desires.”

He smirked at her. “Oh I actually do think you want to find out.”

Her stomach fluttered madly, but before she could respond he continued talking.

“I hate to break it to you but Pierre will not take this slap to the face lightly, I think you may have just gotten us into a world of trouble.”

“You know Malfoy, after Voldemort this guys a lightweight. It’ll be fine.”

Draco winced when she uttered the dark lord’s name blithely. They never touched on his childhood trauma, and she didn’t want to. No body in the world was the exact same person at almost thirty than what they were at sixteen. Hermione was much more interested in the person he was today, not to judge him for past sins. Though it still took more time to ignore Malfoys past indiscretions than it did with Blaise who also worked at the same company.

“I’m just saying he won’t forget. Just watch yourself for the next few months, okay? Keep your wards up and don’t talk to strangers.”

Was he being serious? She’d looked after herself fine for the last ten years; she wasn’t incompetent or lax with security. Trying not to huff Hermione stole a glance at him from the corner of her eye. He was so intent on driving in the insane traffic of New York he’d left an unguarded look of worry plain on his face. All ideas of anger left as she sat back thoughtfully. Who’d have thought Draco Malfoy finally cared about somebody else’s hide other than his own. It took a minute to process it was her hide he cared about. This in turn made her beet red and stumble over the conversation until they reached the apparition point. It was one thing to know he wanted to sleep with her it was another that he might actually like her a little.

“Here Granger, give me the sword and head home, you look beat. I’ll deal with the paperwork. You just sign off on it tomorrow.”

She went to thank Draco for his kindness when he grabbed her wrist firmly. She looked up startled into his twinkling eyes. The phrase ‘Trust me said the spider to the fly’ flew through her mind. She should have know there was a catch, there always was.

“What I mean to say is go home and rest up; you’re going to need stamina for what I have planned. I’ll see you at eight. Oh and wear something nice…”

Hermione was left spluttering as he disappeared to the office. Wear something nice, what a bastard. That brought her back to her current panicky predicament.

She looked down at herself as she flung the cloth back at the sink. The dress she wore was simple yet flattering. Low cut at the back and almost obscenely at the front, Hermione still blushed red from the memory of the shop assistants low whistle. It flowed just below her knees and every movement made it swirl lusciously against her legs. She had never dressed with the intent of seduction before, it was a foreign concept and she still wasn’t sure whether she should be wearing a bathrobe with nothing underneath. Surely her lack of experience had reached mythic proportions at work by now. Not that she was a virgin, she just didn’t brag about her conquests like some. Damn Malfoy for putting her off balance like this, why did she care what he thought?

A curt knock at the door announced his arrival. Her stomach plummeted towards her feet and she began to tremble. A few stern words to herself got her moving, this was just a night to rid unresolved sexual tension, nothing more. She was in control, she was gorgeous and he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Oh Merlin, she was toast and he wasn’t even through the door yet.

Catching a glimpse of herself in the hall mirror she stopped dead. Skin pale as moonlight and deep brown eyes large and swirling in exhilaration met her steady gaze. She blinked to eliminate the sight of her now flushed face. There was no shame in wanting Malfoy, none at all. Probably the shame comes later she considered wryly. He knocked again.

She opened the door slowly to see the object of her desire waiting patiently. He had obviously come straight from the shower as his hair was still damp and hung in his eyes. The sane part of her brain groaned in protest, he was just too much, her senses would surely overload and short out.

Beginning at her feet he looked her up and down thoroughly, leaving her breathless and heated more than if he’d just kissed her soundly. His face was unreadable, Hermione had no idea whether he approved or not. Raising an eyebrow she stared back at him, when he still said nothing she stepped aside to let him past. Damned if she would speak first, this was his game not hers.

He brushed against her as he made his way to the kitchen, making her dress tighten deliciously. She stifled a low moan and followed his retreating back. He too had dressed up, in a suit no less. He looked magnificent, it was obviously very expensive and tailor made. Nothing but the best for Draco, it made her wonder why he was here with her.

Draco strode over to her kitchen table and removed his jacket in one fluid motion. It was like watching moving art as he hung it on the back of a chair with a flick of his wrist. He turned his deep silver eyes towards her and she felt her resolve fade fast. Not that she had much to begin with anyway.
Heat rose between them, tangible in such an enclosed space. Tension ran rife alongside anticipation; they were so close it hurt. But maybe this was all a big joke. Maybe he didn’t feel the same need gnawing away at his insides as she did. Hermione was shaken out of her inner ramblings with two deep liquid words,

“Undress me.”

For a second she was stupefied, not a muscle would respond to her will, he wanted her to take control. Her wide eyes took in his overconfident stance, and for the first time she doubted her appeal. But a strange positive voice within her took over the fears and squashed them flat. Who knew where tonight might take them but for the first time in a long time Hermione Granger would live in the now. And now was telling her to undress him.

She moved ahead hesitantly at first but with each step she gained more poise. Looking up her breath stilled as she drank in his perfect aristocratic face. Draco still had not shown any true emotion; just his usual look of arrogant indifference graced his features. It was his public face, the one he showed the world on a daily basis. Well Hermione wasn’t the world tonight and she wanted to replace that look with one of complete abandonment and desire. For all his teasing earlier that day, the much anticipated moment was upon them and it was blatantly obvious to Hermione he was just as unsure and nervous as her. He had reverted back to his usual proud façade, the one where he didn’t let people get close to him. Well, she would see how long that lasted.

Angling forward she pressed herself against his taut body. Reaching up behind his neck she flicked his collar up to remove his tie. He leaned into her hand slightly as she touched the bare skin of his neck. It was an unconscious movement, something which showed he wasn’t as in control as he pretended. She smiled slyly, knowing he would beg for her touch if that’s what she wanted. But she wasn’t cruel by nature, she wasn’t a Malfoy.

Her hands slid back over his shoulders to the knot of his tie loosening it slowly. Too slow obviously. Draco grabbed it and ripped it off in one sharp tug throwing it across the room.

“Impatient aren’t we?” Hermione grinned up at him.

Draco growled deep in the back of his throat making her shiver. She pushed herself against him craving the hardness of his length on her stomach. She swallowed sharply a stab of desire making her falter for a second.

Leaning up she nipped the side of his neck wanting only to inhale the raw masculine scent which was Malfoy. Christ, she was wet through and he hadn’t moved his hands at all. His cheek began to twitch and she admired his sense of control, it was more than she possessed at the moment.

Moving back slightly she caught his gaze. Dark silver captured chocolate brown. Mesmerized Hermione found the top button of his shirt and began to unfasten it. Staring into Draco’s steel grey eyes gave it a whole new level of intimacy. Hermione experienced a throb between her legs, it was coming on too quickly she needed to savor the moment more. Her fingers shook slightly as she pressed the button through the hole. Six more followed suit and his shirt was open.

Hermione took a deep breath and grasped it by the lapels pushing it back over his broad shoulders. Though she didn’t remove it completely, effectively it trapped his arms by his side. They both knew he could get out in a second but that was the fun of the game, pretending.

Licking her lips seductively she took in his bare chest for the first time. He was a pure Adonis. Perfectly sculptured muscles showed how hard he worked, and sparse light hair trailed down his stomach into his suit pants. Hermione tentatively placed her hand against his lower abs and was rewarded with a tensing shudder. Leaning forward she flicked her tongue around his nipple, biting subtlety as her hand trailed down to the waist band of his trousers.

She let one finger dip below the tightness of his underwear, he gasped and jolted slightly. She hadn’t even touched him and he was barely in control of his actions. Playfully she let him watch her lick her palm a questioning look on his face. Smirking she plunged it into his pants and grasped his stiff length. Merlin he was hot and rigid, and it was all for her. She started to rub him as best she could in the tightness of his trousers.

“Gods Hermione.” He managed to groan between gritted teeth, he wanted to move but didn’t want to at the same time. She was getting drunk on lust. The friction was not enough she wanted to see his glorious veined dick and take it deep in her mouth.

Snapping his pants open she grasped both underwear and trousers and pulled them down in one swift motion. Hermione ended up on her knees in front of the most gorgeous erect cock she’d ever seen. Salivating she looked up into his hooded stare and grasped the base with a firm hand. A slick sheen of salty pre-come covered the head and she swallowed noisily. Merlin, she couldn’t wait to taste him, he looked delectable. She slowly pumped her tight fist up and down, popping it every so often over the head of his fat cock. Every time she did this he quaked and groaned her name huskily. Desire blinded her and she bit the inside of her cheek for clarity. The slight metallic taste of blood infiltrated her senses and she regained some power over the situation.

His eyes flicked closed for a second as in one movement her rough tongue swept from the base to the tip. She licked up his salty goodness like a contented cat, taking her time swirling his head around her mouth. She definitely wanted a mouthful of his seed at some stage tonight. Her teeth grazed the edges of his stiffness and he quaked against her. God he was responsive. Her eyes never left his and she felt herself get wet beyond imagination. She needed a release, and longed to touch herself. Would he like that, to watch her play with her swollen slit until she came? Without a doubt she knew he would. She stopped her trail of thought before it became too vivid and she lost control.

He tried nudging deeper and she took the hint. Not all girls could do this and it would blow Draco’s mind that the goody Gryffindor Hermione could. Still staring into his silvery eyes she took him completely in her mouth and deep throated him. She adjusted her position slightly to make it more comfortable, relishing having a man in her mouth once again, it had been too long. Once she relaxed her throat muscles she began to move up and down. The feeling of his hard cock sliding past her lips almost undid her. Her pussy tingled and her clit throbbed in arousal. She couldn’t fathom how hot she was, never had she been this soaked without a hand being laid on her. Hearing his moans of pleasure she increased her speed. Reaching up she added her fist again. He cried out as she tightened it and moved it in time with her mouth. Then she twisted her hand as it flew over his shaft.

Instantaneously Draco pulled her away with a deep rumble, he looked down at her shaking his head like she was a naughty girl.

“What is it Draco? Do I disappoint?” She said it with a small secretive smile knowing he was as turned on as her.

“Never,” with that one word hanging in the air he pulled her to her feet and crushed her against his chest. Looking deep into her eyes he whispered, “Your turn”

She felt the beginnings of an orgasm already; she didn’t think she would last if he was to undress her.

He turned her around so his body pressed up against her back, she shuddered faintly, and berated herself for showing him how affected she was. She let her head loll against his shoulder inhaling his scent again, he was ridiculously intoxicating. His hand trailed up the side of her body, slowly, painstakingly until he slid it inside the v of her dress cupping her naked breast. Hermione gasped forgetting momentarily how perfectly his hand molded her. Just as she tried to complete a coherent thought he bent over and licked her from shoulder blade to earlobe. She trembled where she stood; suddenly she was wearing too many clothes. As if he heard her silent plea he slid the dress off both her shoulders and her breast were bared to the cold air. Her nipples hardened ten fold and a delicious naughty feeling stole over her as he cupped both her breasts and squeezed. Pinching her nipples she let her head fall back even further against his shoulder and he immediately latched onto her neck with his hot mouth.

“Shit; that feels phenomenal.”

Draco let his tongue trace a trail up to her earlobe where he suckled, mimicking the squeezing of his fingers. Hermione twisted wanting his mouth on her nipples desperately but he held her still. His thumbs flicked her raw stiff buds and she squeezed her thighs together trying to alleviate the pressure. He bit her earlobe softly and she felt his grin against her as she made small whimpers in her throat. He was entirely too smug, but he deserved to be, she was spontaneously combusting.

Suddenly he brutally pushed her forward. Holding out her hands she smacked down onto the table top hard. The pins and needles on her hands reminded her she was dealing with Malfoy, and she loved every second of it. He thrust his thigh between her legs parting them wide viciously. She was losing control; she was drenched and knew her panties were doing absolutely nothing to contain her juices. Her breasts pushed into the table tingling and aware.

He pulled her dress up over her hips and she writhed involuntary. Draco’s low chuckle made her face blaze. She was now a wanton woman at the mercy of the Slytherin Sex God. Was she blooming mad? Hermione wasn’t wearing much in the way of underwear and his low intake of breath alerted her to the fact he appreciated it. Swiftly she felt a small pressure and then a twang as her underwear was hastily ripped from her body. She saw them flutter down next to his discarded tie. She expected to feel him push into her straight away, she wanted it, needed it, no she craved it. It burned deep inside of her she thought she’d cry out from the sheer frustration of it all. She could barely keep still from the thought of his firm cock sliding into her. After having him in her mouth she knew he would fit deliciously tight. It would hurt at first but it was a pain she couldn’t wait for.

She tried to drive herself back into him, the images of him thrusting were so vivid, but his large hand on her back held her firm. What the hell was he waiting for? And engraved invitation? She yelled out in exasperation just as his hand met the flesh between her legs. Her irritation soon turning into yelps of pleasure as his long fingers glided up her slit until he found her clit which he rubbed once. She squirmed, Merlin she wouldn’t last long at all. He slid them back almost all the way to her arsehole and she wriggled again daring him to enter her second hole. He circled it with his finger, lubricating it with her own juices. He slid in up to his knuckle then he slowly fucked her arse, she bucked against the table intensely.

“My my Granger, what a dirty girl.”

Hermione couldn’t form an intelligible sentence, she knew she should be mortified but bloody hell did it feel wondrous. He removed his didget and it glided back to her throbbing clit. He stiffened his fingers and placed one either side and rubbed firmly. She howled in carnal pleasure. When she was near losing control he stopped and pushed two fingers into her pussy, thrusting until she yelled his name. Once he had a rhythm going he placed his thumb back over her arse and dipped it in.

“Holy shit, damn Draco…”

His fingers teased both holes mercilessly whilst the other hand still applied pressure to her lower back. The combination of bliss and immobility thrilled her to no end; she realized she was his prisoner. Hell, she had no thoughts of escaping, ever. She imagined what they would look like, her bent over pushed face first into the table, legs spread wide whilst Draco Malfoy fingered her pussy and arse into oblivion. It was almost enough she saw stars. Unexpectedly he removed his hand and she cried out in shock.

“God, No.” Damn was that her voice that so husky and breathless, and needy?

“What’s that Granger? You want me to stop?”

“Arsehole.”

“Beg me; I want to hear my name on those gorgeous lips pleading me for your release.”

She would usually get offended at his arrogant attitude, but right now it sent spikes of lust directly to her pussy. Merlin she did want to beg him, but she would not be so easily broken. She shook her head vehemently. Christ, she just wanted him to touch her again.

“Is that a no? Oh Granger, I’ll have you begging by the end of the night, mark my words.”

With that he dropped to his knees and licked a trail straight through her pussy finding the sensitive nub at the end. He flicked her clit with his tongue circling it while pushing firmly. He moaned on to her and the vibrations made her legs give out slightly.

“So fucking delicious Granger.” He ground out between tastes.

Draco splayed both hands on her waist holding her steady as his ministrations slowly undid her sensibilities. She began wriggling uncontrollably as his tongue tasted her warm slit. He danced around her hole and pushed in as far as the position would allow. It felt like a warm soft slithering snake trying to burrow itself in her passage. There was no way in hell she could hold off the blinding white light of her release, Draco sensed this. He immediately covered his mouth over her clit and began to suck vigorously while flicking her nub with his tongue. Wetness trailed down the inside of her thigh, sticky and sweet. She was so out of her normal comfort zone it was breathtaking. She screamed his name, oh god it was exquisite agony. Shards of lust flew through her groin; she saw white and exploded in a mass of quivering nerves.

“Draco, oh Merlin Draco, that was…” She trailed off speechless. Before she could completely come down and lose the delicious content feeling he wrenched her off the table. Spinning her around so quickly she thought she’d fall, but he held her in his secure strong arms. He bent over and kissed his way up her neck making her shiver in gratification.

“Shattering is the word I believe you’re looking for. Do you know how hot it is to hear my name on your lips as you unravel?”

She held her breath as his lips finally captured her own in a searing kiss. She could still taste herself on his lips but she didn’t care, she was officially made of liquid bones. He was all that held her together, without Draco, there was no Hermione in this instant. She stilled in shock at her thoughts where did that come from? One orgasm did not make her lose her self. His hands cupped her face and she looked up into his eyes which at the moment resembled hot mercury. He was drowning in desire, desire for her. Power like holding the sword flowed through her veins and she reached down and took his hard shaft in her hand. He snarled and shut his eyes. It hit her like a drug, only she could give him the release he craved. Only Hermione Granger could satisfy Draco Malfoy tonight.

He lowered her down until she was lying against the cold wood of the table. Then grasping her ankles in his hands he lifted them up until they were wrapped around his neck. She could see a vein throbbing from his shoulder to his ear; he was at the edge of his control. Hermione smiled up at him, Merlin he was beautiful.

Before she could think he plunged straight into her sopping slick pussy. She arched her back up off the table and shrieked; it hurt, but no where near enough for her to make him stop. The pain was perfect. She needed more. He was stretching her to her limit and the burning sensation was madness. He thrust deep into her, pounding harder over and over again. She grinded herself against him and unlocked her ankles from around his neck and spread her legs wide so he could penetrate deeper. He roared in rapture.

“Fuck Hermione, you’re so tight.” His voice was strained and wavering from trying to keep himself in check.

She felt intense pressure building inside and wanted to help Draco on his way. Who was she kidding; she craved to see him lose himself in orgasm, it was the one moment in life somebody was completely vulnerable in front of another. Lifting her dress she positioned it so there was a perfect view of his cock pounding into her. His eyes were instantly drawn to the spot. That’s when Hermione gradually dragged a hand down her body until she found her pussy. He groaned like a mad man his eyes glued to her fingers. She spread her lips wide with two fingers and flicking her nub with another. She felt another flush of wetness and Draco mislaid his focus for a moment and lost his rhythm.

“You’re so unbelievably stunning. Oh God, yes play with yourself. I want to watch you come around my cock.”

She started to make loud keening noises and knew she was at the precipice again, and she desperately wanted Draco over the edge with her. She made a v with her fingers and placed them either side of her pussy and as he thrust, it created double friction. She felt the familiar elation wrap around her body and she let her other arm drop down beside her. She managed to maneuver it underneath her, and just as she felt him tense she cupped his balls and stroked. His guttural scream of release pushed her over the edge and she came again writhing in ecstasy. After a second his heavy boneless weight collapsed on top of her, breathing profoundly.

He moved his head slightly and placed a soft light kiss just behind her ear. She smiled in response at his sweet gesture and laughed as he whispered,

“You little minx, that was playing foul, I demand a rematch.”

“Hmmm, sorry Draco, what was that? I was lost in thought; you see I have this new adjustable shower attachment…”

She got no further before he spirited her off the table and all but dashed to the bathroom.

Several hours later and every room in her apartment sampled they lay in a sweaty tangle amongst her sheets, laughing and teasing each other until her eyes began drooping of their own accord.

“Hey Granger,”

She opened one sleepy eye and rolled over slightly so she could gaze up at him.

“What?”

“Have dinner with me tomorrow night.”

She stiffened a little then relaxed as his hand rubbed her arm in slow long strokes. It was comforting and she couldn’t believe how one crazy day had changed her opinions and feelings for him so much. She actually admitted to liking the annoying prat now. But where exactly did she want this to go? Had his feelings changed for her? He frowned a little and reached over tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She shivered and pressed her face into his hand.

“I don’t know Draco…”

“Don’t. I’ve waited a long time to do this properly.”

“Do what?”

“Ask you on a date.” He smirked at her and this time she found it adorable. Oh no, too much of his attention and she’d be a goner. Maybe she should take a chance.

“A date hey? How about you let me think about it?” With that she lay back down and got comfortable. He growled and pulled her into his arms and spooned up behind her embracing her tightly. She felt cozy, safe and beyond sated. As she drifted off into a contented sleep she heard a small murmur in her ear,

“Go on Granger, I dare you.”




A/N: Well folks there it is… I really, really hope you liked it! I love this pairing they are both so stubborn and never want to give an inch! So please let me know what you thought. If lots of people like it I have a plot bunny sequel madly running around in my head, so if you would like to see more let me know.
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