Dance Floor Jealousy

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Draco's P.O.V.


I was back at Hogwarts, standing outside what I recognised to be the infamous Room of Requirement. You wonder why I remember the name? Please, having caught The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Annoy-The-Shite-Out-Of-Me and his gang of friends in there must have been one of the best moments my school days offered...

My clothes were just as crisp as usual: black, tight-fitting slacks, highly polished leather shoes, a brightly white oxford shirt. What was unusual was the fact that some of my pale skin was showing due to the fact that the shirt wasn't buttoned all the way up. I was carrying a dark red rose in one hand, and a bottle of the finest champagne our house-elf could nick from my father's private storage in the other. I gently knocked on the brass door and it opened soundlessly to reveal an ocean of candlelight.


In the centre of the room, there was a huge four-poster bed. It resembled our dormitory beds, but it was about four times as large. The curtains were red, embroidered with silver, and the torches on the walls gave the whole scene an unearthly flair. I stepped inside uncertainly, not knowing what on earth I had agreed to do.

Suddenly, the door slammed shut behind me, and I jumped, nearly dropping the champagne when I instinctively wanted to reach for my wand.

"Ts, ts, Draco", a velvety voice purred from the shadows. Turning around to face her, I felt my mouth begin to water and my blood run south.

"Don't be such a scare, I won't hurt you - much", she added, walking up towards me, playfully grabbing my tie and pulling me over towards the bed with her. She released me a couple of steps before we reached it, climbed onto the silken sheets and stretched out luxuriously, allowing me to gaze, mesmerised, at every beautiful curve of her body.


She was barefoot, and her feet were just perfect - rather small, with nicely shaped toes and nails. She wore a small silver chain around her left ankle that sparkled in the candlelight. Her legs seemed endless - they were perfectly tanned, not marred by a single scar or other imperfection. I noticed a small birth mark shaped like a sun right over her right knee that was almost hidden beneath the green silk negligee that she was wearing. The soft material accentuated every curve of her lithe body and left me burning with desire to see what was underneath. Her breasts were rather big for such a petite girl, they almost spilled out of the negligee, only covered in delicate green lace. She stretched her left arm above her head, and I noticed that her arms were just as perfect as her legs - tanned, with no scar or whatsoever. She ran her fingers through her wild, honeycoloured curls in a luscious way, licking her lips and winking at me in the process.

"What, are you going to stand there all night? I thought you'd quite like to join me, Mr Malfoy..."


I swallowed; there was a funny humming in my ears, my pants, baggy as they be, were now painfully tight around the front. It had been so long that I had been with a girl - and it had always been just Pansy, who fell over with her legs spread whenever I as much as smiled at her! Never, ever, had any girl tried to seduce me like this. And seduced I felt. All I wanted to do was jump her and never let go of her again.

"Why", I replied in a hoarse whisper, "who'd have guessed you were hiding a body like that underneath these robes of yours, Miss Granger!"

I knelt down at the foot of the bed, picking up her left foot and beginning to massage it tenderly. She wriggled at my touch, apparently, she was ticklish. I kissed my way around her ankle, nibbling on the silver chain and winking at her.


"I never thought the Gryffindor princess would wear Slytherin colours. You never cease to amaze me!"


Running my hand gently up her right leg, I moved onto the bed, kneeling between her legs and moving closer to her face, hoping for a searing kiss. She didn't disappoint me, but caught my mouth with hers and allowed my tongue to dominate hers after a little struggle. Her hand came up to my hair while my fingers entwined with those of her other hand. My cock was now throbbing in earnest, screaming to be released from its confines.

I broke the kiss only to start nibbling along her jawline down to her collarbone. She gave a little moan when I sucked hard, marking her as mine, and determinedly pulled our entwined hands up to her ribcage, letting them rest right underneath her breast. Tentatively, I stroked the underside of the mound, feeling the lace of her negligee underneath my fingers. Bringing my lips back to hers and kissing her hard, I took her breast into my hand and squeezed lightly, delighted when she quietly moaned into my mouth.


She lifted her hips and ground them against my thighs. Encouraged, I let my fingers wander over her breast, feeling for her nipple. It was already pebbled and she gasped when I rolled it between two fingers. I broke the kiss again, desperately needing to breathe, then lowered my head and kissed her chest, down to the nipple, until I took it into my mouth and gently sucked on it through the lace.


She gave a soft whimper and moved her hips up against my pelvis once more, this time hitting my almost painful erection. I groaned, and she gave a little gasp of shock and looked at me uncertainly. I kissed the tip of her nose playfully, then bent down again to devour her other nipple, too busy to notice that she had moved both her hands down my back and to my front where she was now unbuckling my belt and unzipping my trousers. Tentatively, a very gentle hand moved to my cock, brushing against it and taking hold of it, carefully stroking up and down. Her head was still thrown back, she was enjoying my ministrations on her breasts and gave a small moan every now and then. I had to grind my teeth together in order not to moan too loudly. I didn't want to scare her away.


After a few moments that felt like an eternity to me, she shifted a little on the bed and put her legs around my waist, slowly pushing me towards her centre. She was still stroking my now rock-hard erection that she now guided into her moist folds. I looked into her eyes, silently asking permission, and she just caught my lips with hers again, giving me another push towards her. As I thrust foward into her wet heat, she threw her head back, moaning in delight. I wanted this moment to last forever, it felt so good to be buried in her core...

I was covered in sweat, panting, my erection painful, tenting the sheets. A loud groan sounded through the room, and it took me a few moments after opening my eyes to understand that I myself had uttered it. The room was empty, scarcely lit from the lamp outside my window. I forced my eyes shut again, trying to catch the feeling from the dream, but to no avail. Frustrated, I opened my eyes again and tried to clear my head.


Dreams like that had haunted me ever since my hasty departure from Hogwarts alongside Severus Snape, who had pulled me with him on Side-long Apparition after he had murdered Dumbledore. One certain brunette kept turning up in my wildest fantasies, and it had taken me a lot of meaningless shags to finally get the dreams to subside. However, somewhere deep down I had always expected them to return at some point. I had never expected to run into the subject of my dreams at some random pub, though. And this dream had been the most realistic ever. My hard-on still stared at me proudly, refusing to go away. Groaning with frustration, I got up and headed to the bathroom for a quick wank before returning to sleep.


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Hermione's P.O.V. - Same time, (sadly!!!) another place

Jessica had insisted on a good-night cup of cocoa before leaving me to myself and my thoughts. I had been very quiet, though - the memory of seeing Draco Malfoy, of all people, at a Muggle club and getting his mobile number kept my mind very busy. As I rolled from side to side on Jessica's couch, willing sleep to finally come, I thought about what I would say to him, should I call him in the morning. I also considered writing a short text message in order to find out whether he was interested in seeing me again, just plain and friendly. Yeah, that one did sound more appealing. I just needed to make it so that he would definitely want to see me again...

Wait, did I just admit that I wanted Draco Malfoy to want to see me again???

Yes, I did. As much as I hated to admit the fact, he is just absolutely gorgeous. I remember him from our sixth year in school, I remember how beaten and strained he looked when he'd gatecrashed Slughorn's Christmas party. He had touched a string deep inside me back then, especially, I think, because he needed protecting from Harry and Ron's constant accusations of him being a Death Eater.


Had I fallen for Draco Malfoy?


No one could deny that he was exceptionally good-looking. He had aristocratic features, an almost Roman nose, high cheekbones, the most incredibly light blue eyes that looked almost silver at times, and the cutest assembly of very light freckles on his pale cheeks. His eyebrows were perfectly shaped, his lashes were a dark brown and unusually long for a man.


A man?


I closed my eyes and tried to picture Draco Malfoy in front of me. Yes, he had definitely grown into a man, a very handsome man, that is. I tried to imagine him standing in front of me, bowing low and asking me to dance...


A firm hand gripped my right one, another one rested on my back, just underneath my left shoulder blade. Silvery-blue eyes twinkled as he started to spin me with the music. I gripped his bicep rather hard because I was afraid he'd let me fall, but he was a master on the dancefloor. My dancing lessons had seemed like a thing of the past, but as he now swirled me in a continuous motion, performing the most complicated figures with odd ease, I was very thankful that my parents had made me take them at such a young age.


His eyes shone with excitement. Or was it happiness? I couldn't tell. I didn't care. We were melting in each other's arms, getting lost in each other's eyes, the world around us was disappearing. All that mattered were his strong arms, his muscular legs, one of which kept moving in between mine, scraping my private area. The skirt of my dark red dress swished with every twirl. My hair came out of the French twist, but when I tried to tuck the stray threads back, he stopped me by dipping me down so low that they touched the dancefloor.


"Leave it", he whispered in my ear, and the feel of his breath on my skin made me shiver, "you look even more beautiful when your curls are all wild and unruly..."


He pulled me up, and we continued dancing. Every few steps he'd whisper in my ear, or just breath on my neck, soon reducing me to jelly. The silken panties I wore underneath my dress were soon very uncomfortable because they were soaked with my own juices. You know how people say that dancing is the vertical expression of horizontal desire?


When the song ended, he pulled me flush against his chest. I could feel his heart beating against mine and I wondered if a heart could beat much faster. He looked into my eyes, all silver gone from his, they were dark and blue and more intense than I had ever seen them. He let go of my hand and gently took hold of the back of my neck, his other hand slowly sliding down and coming to rest on the curve of my bum. I saw him lower his head towards me and automatically my eyes fluttered shut. When his lips touched mine, it felt like electricity shooting through my entire body straight to my core. I kissed him back like I had never been kissed before, and he deepened the kiss in a way that made my head spin. Soon, he broke apart and started raining small kisses all over my cheek, jawline, neck, up towards my ear, where he gently caught my ear lobe in his mouth and started nibbling. I couldn't stop the small whimper that escaped me at this. Instead, I hugged him to me more tightly, running my hand up and down his muscular back, cursing the old-fashioned dress robes he was wearing.


"Hey", I whispered, slightly out of breath, "do you want to come somewhere more private? People are starting to stare at us..."


He nodded, kissed my lips once more, pinched my bum and took my arm, pulling us towards the next Apparition point from where we went to my flat. As soon as we were inside, he pushed me up against a wall and started kissing me again. After some time, I was nothing but jelly, moaning and whimpering every time his hands "accidentally" brushed my nipple or his obvious erection came near my centre. He had Vanished our clothes a long time ago, and I loved the feel of his soft, alabaster skin on mine.


Suddenly, he dropped on his knees slowly, trailing kisses all the way down my stomach, my belly button and down to my folds. I held my breath as his fingers carefully parted my folds, almost ashamed at how wet I already was and how wantonly I kept moaning and letting him have his way with me so easily. But then, after a chaste kiss to both of my thighs, he attached his mouth to my swollen nub, and all conscious thought was wiped from my mind as I let out something between a moan and a shriek...


A loud sound had woken me. Seconds later, Jessica came crashing into the living room, lighting the lamps and looking around, scared. I tried to sit up and only then did I realise that I was totally tangled in the sheets, sweating, panting and - incredibly wet.


Jessica looked at me with a worried expression.

"Mione, are you OK? I heard a shriek... did you have a bad dream?"


So I had actually shrieked? The dream had been very real...

"I...", I cleared my throat in an attempt to calm my rapid breathing, "yeah, I had a nightmare. I'm better now, thanks. Sorry I woke you. I'll... I think I'll go take another shower. It's probably the cigarette smoke in my hair, it's disgusting..."


She nodded. "Sure, dear. Anything. Well, I'll go back to sleep... goodnight, Mione!" With that, she closed her bedroom door again. I was still sitting on the couch, entangled in the sheets and very confused. The ache in my core became stronger every time I thought about that dream.


Deciding that I should really take a shower or I'd never be able to sleep, I went to the bathroom and turned on the cold water.


A/N: Well, hope you like it! Any suggestions concerning the text message Hermione should send to Draco?

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