Fantasy

A/N: If you've got any ideas for fantasies you think Draco and Hermione should try, let me know and I'll see if they spark a plot bunny.

"Wow."

"Is this what you imagined?"

"You look like every one of my teenage wet dreams come to life. Come here."

*Click*

"Is this what you were thinking about when you used to stare at me in class?"

*Click*

"You wouldn't believe the amount of time I spent daydreaming about this scenario: you, bent over Snape's desk–"

*Click*

"Kinky."

*Click*

"Or spread out on a table in the Great Hall for me to feast on."

"Mmm."

*Click*

"Or draped across my bed in the Slytherin dungeon."

*Click*

"Draco, you've got me so turned on. Fuck me."

*Click*

"Whoa!"

*Thump*

"Oh, Merlin. Are you ok, Hermione?"

"These damn stilettos got caught in all this fabric."

. . . . .

"Bend over the table."

*Whoosh*

"Umm, Draco."

"Merlin, Hermione, you're so damn sexy."

"Draco!"

"What?"

"You flipped all the fabric over my head and now everything's gone dark."

"Oh, sorry."

. . . . .

*Rustle*

"Here, hold this bit."

*Rustle*

"And this bit."

*Rustle*

"And thi–"

"Draco, I've run out of hands."

"Hmm. Ok, how about you put your arm out like this and we throw this bit over here. Then we could do the same with the other arm. Perfect!"

"Draco, I look like a slutty scarecrow in the midst of a major wardrobe malfunction."

"But a sexy scarecrow."

"So the wrong answer."

"Aww, you didn't have to cover up my toy."

. . . . .

"Mmf."

"No, don't stop!"

"I'm sorry, but I'm suffocating under here. Can you please remember to keep the fabric out of the way?"

"I promise. Now please put that wicked tongue of yours back to work."

"Damn, you're bossy."

"Oh, yes!"

*Whoosh*

"Mmf. Hermione!"

. . . . .

"Uhh, I don't like to ask this, but are you in? It's just that you seem to be doing a lot of thrusting and I can't feel anything."

"Of course I'm not in! Have you ever not been able to feel me before?"

"Then what are you doing?"

"This damn fabric is so slippery that I can't get any traction. Every time I move, you slide further away."

"Hahaha."

"This is not funny, Hermione."

"Yeah, it kind of is."

. . . . .

"Lift your hips up for me and I'll slide some of this material out of the way."

"Arghh."

"What's wrong?"

"The floor is cold on my bottom."

. . . . .

"Aah. That was amazing; trickier than I imagined, but we got there in the end."

"Not bad, Draco."

"So, do you think we could move this fantasy into the 'to be repeated' list?"

"I think so."

"Score one for Draco."

"On one condition."

"Anything."

"Next time, you're the one wearing your old school robes."

"Really?"

"Hey, I had fantasies of my own back at Hogwarts. You wearing nothing but your school robe, hard cock parting the fabric, and a smug look on your face."

"Kinky. I knew I loved you for a reason. I'm in."

"Great. Although I am a little concerned."

"About?"

"Finding a pair of stilettos in your size."

"What?!"

End.