The Truth Can Be Ugly
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
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8,020
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9
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Currently Reading:
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I know I was terrible with posting the story and not updating...forgive me? Enjoy!
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4.
Hiding in closets wasn’t something a Malfoy was educated to do. But, right now, it was all part of his master plan.
Well, maybe not the master plan, just the fine print of said master plan.
It all had to do with a small, frustrating witch whose red knickers were currently burning a whole in his pocket.
He knew that after dinner, she went directly to the library to complete any homework she deemed necessary. He knew that he had about twenty minutes before he needed to hightail it to his quidditch practice.
It left him a brief window in which to get some of his tightly wound sensibilities worked out.
AKA: “Operation Snog Granger Senseless” was about to commence.
He saw her approach, and timed it just as she walked past him he grabbed her arm and twirled her into the darkened closet.
Surprisingly, she didn’t scream. She held stock still, her body frozen.
“Merlin, Granger, don’t you have any fight or flight instincts?” He whispered.
He felt her relax. “It’s a blessing you didn’t look down.” She murmured. Once he did, he saw her wand being put away.
Intriguing.
“What do you want Draco?” Her voice broke into his thoughts, reminding him of his mission. Her body was pressed against his, and she had tilted her head in such a way for him to label her a presumptuous tease.
“I wanted to return a pair of lacy red knickers to their former owner.” He said sternly, trying to ignore the way his body reacted with her so close.
“Surely, you wanted to thank the owner, rather than return them.” She said provocatively, running her finger down his chest.
Hell. That was the mission wasn’t it?
Draco claimed her lips with ferocity that thrilled her. She vaguely recognized the thud of her body being pushed into the wall. All she felt was his body pressed against hers, his lips nipping and provoking. He was aggressive and it was exactly what all of her former experiences lacked. It felt like her whole body was on fire.
She felt his hand starting up her thigh, under her skirt and she couldn’t quite contain the whimper that escaped her lips.
Draco was in a quandary. He only meant to go so far, to leave her panting enough to jump him later. However the whimper got to him. He couldn’t stop once his hand started under her skirt. Maybe because he knew what he would find.
Hermione moaned as she felt two fingers teasing her. Then all of a sudden, they disappeared. Opening her eyes she saw Draco licking his fingers.
“Taste good, Granger.” He murmured. He put each arm on either side of her head, and pressed himself against her. He dipped his head and starting kissing her neck.
Hermione felt completely out of control. How could he start this little rendezvous and then stop? Well, damn him for starting something he wouldn’t finish, she’d get him back.
She gripped his shoulders under his robes, wrapping a leg around his waist. She created what friction she could while raking her nails down his back. She could feel the bulge in his pants getting harder by the second. Pleased with her work, she went for the kill.
“Draco,” she panted, grinding herself against him.
“What Granger? Can’t handle it?” she heard the smirk in his voice, but also the restraint weakening.
“Oh gods,” she whispered licking the shell of is ear. She heard him groan, his hands moving to her breasts.
Perfect.
“Draco, don’t start something you know you can’t finish.” And with that parting salvo, she shoved him into the wall behind him, and made a hasty exit.
The look on his face as she grinned over her shoulder was priceless.
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4.
Hiding in closets wasn’t something a Malfoy was educated to do. But, right now, it was all part of his master plan.
Well, maybe not the master plan, just the fine print of said master plan.
It all had to do with a small, frustrating witch whose red knickers were currently burning a whole in his pocket.
He knew that after dinner, she went directly to the library to complete any homework she deemed necessary. He knew that he had about twenty minutes before he needed to hightail it to his quidditch practice.
It left him a brief window in which to get some of his tightly wound sensibilities worked out.
AKA: “Operation Snog Granger Senseless” was about to commence.
He saw her approach, and timed it just as she walked past him he grabbed her arm and twirled her into the darkened closet.
Surprisingly, she didn’t scream. She held stock still, her body frozen.
“Merlin, Granger, don’t you have any fight or flight instincts?” He whispered.
He felt her relax. “It’s a blessing you didn’t look down.” She murmured. Once he did, he saw her wand being put away.
Intriguing.
“What do you want Draco?” Her voice broke into his thoughts, reminding him of his mission. Her body was pressed against his, and she had tilted her head in such a way for him to label her a presumptuous tease.
“I wanted to return a pair of lacy red knickers to their former owner.” He said sternly, trying to ignore the way his body reacted with her so close.
“Surely, you wanted to thank the owner, rather than return them.” She said provocatively, running her finger down his chest.
Hell. That was the mission wasn’t it?
Draco claimed her lips with ferocity that thrilled her. She vaguely recognized the thud of her body being pushed into the wall. All she felt was his body pressed against hers, his lips nipping and provoking. He was aggressive and it was exactly what all of her former experiences lacked. It felt like her whole body was on fire.
She felt his hand starting up her thigh, under her skirt and she couldn’t quite contain the whimper that escaped her lips.
Draco was in a quandary. He only meant to go so far, to leave her panting enough to jump him later. However the whimper got to him. He couldn’t stop once his hand started under her skirt. Maybe because he knew what he would find.
Hermione moaned as she felt two fingers teasing her. Then all of a sudden, they disappeared. Opening her eyes she saw Draco licking his fingers.
“Taste good, Granger.” He murmured. He put each arm on either side of her head, and pressed himself against her. He dipped his head and starting kissing her neck.
Hermione felt completely out of control. How could he start this little rendezvous and then stop? Well, damn him for starting something he wouldn’t finish, she’d get him back.
She gripped his shoulders under his robes, wrapping a leg around his waist. She created what friction she could while raking her nails down his back. She could feel the bulge in his pants getting harder by the second. Pleased with her work, she went for the kill.
“Draco,” she panted, grinding herself against him.
“What Granger? Can’t handle it?” she heard the smirk in his voice, but also the restraint weakening.
“Oh gods,” she whispered licking the shell of is ear. She heard him groan, his hands moving to her breasts.
Perfect.
“Draco, don’t start something you know you can’t finish.” And with that parting salvo, she shoved him into the wall behind him, and made a hasty exit.
The look on his face as she grinned over her shoulder was priceless.