Gone Astray

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Malfoy’s smirk on his blue-tinged lips widened as he pulled her closer and wrapped a frozen leg around her, in a position that could be described as nothing less than intimate. The boundary was crossed. Whereas up to this point they could have brushed off any of the touching or flirting, or even the kiss as simply a way to stay warm and alive, his leg and her gaze were the ticket out of the acquaintance zone and into something a whole lot less familiar. All the nonsense fighting and name-calling and sneering… was this really what it boiled down to?

“That’s a little better,” Hermione sighed, squirming only slightly when his leg tightened around her even more, making her realize that not all his parts were completely frozen. She gasped in shock.

It’s a wand! It’s a flashlight! No, it’s Malfoy’s dick!

Suddenly it was hot under the single blanket. Really hot. She struggled to free herself but he only pulled her tighter, kissing her neck and she pushed against his chest to escape.

“Just surrender to it, Hermione. There’s no use fighting. It’s sexual tension. It happens when two attractive people end up naked in a bed together,” Draco whispered in a soft growl, all the while nipping at her earlobes and collar. His teeth were no longer chattering and he was barely shivering. The wave of arousal seemed to have overpowered the cold.

“But… but…” was all she could respond. Maybe he was right. Maybe she was better off just giving in. Just then he thrust his hips against her thigh and she knew she had no other option.

He crawled on top of her, spreading her thighs with his knees and holding her arms over her head with his cold hands. He gently placed a kiss on her forehead and she closed her eyes. She could feel his hard length caressing her folds and it made her shiver, not just from the cold.

“Are you sure?” he asked her softly. She looked up at him and shook her head ‘yes’ without a second thought. It was all Draco needed to proceed. She spread her legs more to allow him better access, wrapping them around his waist and pulling him in towards her center. The head was barely penetrated when he was met with some resistance and he stopped.

“You’re not a-?”

“No… it’s just… been awhile,” she whispered, smiling apologetically before grasping his erect penis and guiding him inside of her. She winced slightly as he stretched her opening, but she never once thought of stopping. It had been way too long, but as he started pumping slowly in and out of her and she felt the warm tingle begin deep in her gut, the wait seemed worth it.

She gripped his muscular rear, forcing him in deeper and earning her a low moan from his end.

“Oh bloody hell… You’re so tight… I can’t last much longer…”

“Shh… it’s ok… Fuck… feels so good…”

She feathered his chest with kisses, biting and suckling him when the pleasure got too intense. With each thrust he seemed to drive deeper and deeper, triggering her nerve endings from her clit and the inside.

“I’m going to- I’m going to- to come…” Hermione moaned out. As soon as she’d said it, she felt the onset of her orgasm sweep through her, and she shuddered and moaned, sending him into orgasmic bliss alongside her.

“That was…”

“Wow…”

Once their heart rates had returned to an almost normal pace, she turned to face him. Even in the dark she could see a prominent red mark right in the middle of his chest. Never before had she gotten so out of control and left a mark on someone like that. It made her laugh.

“Nice job you little vixen,” he grumbled at her.

“You have a third nipple… Ha!”

Draco looked at her sourly for a moment before pouncing on top of her, determined that she would not be laughing when he was done with her for the second time….

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Hermione didn’t want to open her eyes. She knew she was dreaming, but if a dream could make her feel so calm and content, then she definitely didn’t want it to end. A strong arm was draped protectively around her waist, and the rising and falling of her bedmate’s chest was gently pressing against her back, lulling her into tranquility. She breathed a deep sigh and her lungs filled with the scent of freshly ground coffee beans.

Now she knew she really was dreaming. Before she only claimed to be dreaming, when in fact she knew where she was, her eyes were just closed. But now that she could smell coffee, she knew she was actually still unconscious, and not lost and naked in bed with Draco Malfoy in a shack in the middle of nowhere. Maybe she had dreamt the entire thing.

Thinking that she was doing entirely too much thinking for a person supposedly still asleep, she slowly forced her eyes open and sat up. Unfortunately, this did not solve the mystery of if she was awake or not. Yes, Draco was at her side, but they weren’t in some rundown abandoned shack, they were in what appeared to be a cozy little cabin, equipped with a small kitchen and even a fireplace and a couch. Even the bed was different than what she’d remembered. There were clean white sheets and a thick flowered quilt, even fluffy pillows on which Hermione was surprised she’d slept on.

She pinched herself. It hurt, but she was still unconvinced. She grabbed two strands of hair and plucked them from her head. It hurt again. No, she was definitely awake. Could things really look so different at night?

She slowly inched her way out of the bed, noticing the second the cool air hit her bare nipple that she was still naked from the night’s festivities. A second later she saw for the first time, that there was a bathrobe hanging over the couch by the fireplace, neither of which she had taken in the night before, and when she went to put her feet on the cold wooden floor, she found a pair of comfy slippers right next to the bed.

She quickly dressed and practically ran to the steaming coffee pot in the kitchen to pour herself a cup. There was some odd type of magic going on here. Hermione was almost about to wake Malfoy and ask him if it was his idea of a sick joke, when a yelp from the bed told her that it was too late.

“What the- Is it just me or does this place look a little different in the light?” he asked her, staring at the unfamiliar surroundings as if they were dancing and singing to him.

“You noticed, huh?” she asked casually, feeling unusually generous and pouring a cup of coffee for him as well. She brought it over to him and perched herself on the edge of the bed.

“Where’d you get the robe?” he questioned once he had taken a long sip from his mug.

“Couch,” was all she replied as she pointed to the squashy sofa positioned by the fireplace… that now held a roaring fire.

“I see… And where’d you get the couch?” he asked again, just as casually as the first question. For some reason Hermione found this extremely funny, and she fell back onto the bed, consumed in a little fit of the giggles.

After several minutes she had composed herself, only to lose it again when Draco got out of bed to get his own bathrobe that had mysteriously appeared, and Hermione saw the little red bite mark on his chest, otherwise known as his “third nipple.”

“I wouldn’t laugh if I were you… Next time you’re getting four,” he growled out.

Hermione blushed deeply and stopped laughing. Next time? What next time? Hadn’t this just been a temporary lapse in sanity brought on by extreme sexual tension and a bed and two naked people, nothing more nothing less?

“There will be no ‘next time,’” she spoke, looking determinedly at the floor. “There shouldn’t even have been a first time. Now, let’s just find a map or something so we can get out of here.”

Though she desperately wanted to see his reaction to her statement, she was too afraid to look his way to catch it. She therefore didn’t see the look of sheer hurt and disappointment that crossed his face for the briefest of moments. When she finally turned to face him he was back to normal, wearing his trademark smirk to mask any emotion.

“Well I suppose we could leave if you want to get us lost again,” he sneered at her.

“Or maybe you could fall in a frozen lake again and make me come rescue you,” she glared back.

“Good idea, then you can get me naked again and pretend like you don’t like it.”

“Pretend? Like I’d waste my acting skills on you!”

“Just like I wasted the skills of my tongue on your ungrateful clit!”

“Why would I be grateful that a giant slug crawled between my legs and died!?”

“Slug? SLUG?” he yelled, diving on top of her and making them both topple onto the newly erected couch. “I’ll show you slug…”

Hermione squealed in fright as she felt his hands tear open the front of the robe. A second later he had her completely exposed. She tried to crawl backwards and away from him, but one look from his steely grey eyes stopped her in her tracks. He gripped either side of her thighs and spread them almost painfully wide. Without taking his eyes off her swollen pink mound, he knelt down on the floor until he was barely an inch away, and she could feel his hot breath tickling her glistening flesh.

“Draco don’t…” Hermione whispered, but there was no real conviction behind her words.

Draco’s smirk widened, but instead of stopping he used one hand to spread her inner lips, then slowly ran his tongue from her crevice to her clit, with an extra flourish on her sensitive button that made her cry out. He repeated the gesture, agonizingly slow… over and over again until her legs were convulsing and she had tears in her eyes. She was on the brink of an orgasm so strong she didn’t know if she’d even stay conscious. Her toes curled as she thrashed her head from side to side, crying out for Draco to put an end to this torture, but if anything his strokes slowed even further.

She knew what he wanted, it was giving it to him that was the problem. Just then a particularly skillful move by his tongue in her shuddering cavern caused her legs to jerk violently. One more lick on her clit would send her over the edge, but now he seemed to be avoiding that little bud, coming so close but then backing away. It was the most exquisite pain she had ever felt, but she couldn’t take it any more.

“You’re not…” she moaned out.

“Mmm hmm…” he hummed in response, still not giving her what she so desperately needed.

“You’re not a slug… You’re not a slug… YOU’RE NOT A SLUG!” she yelled, just as his tongue pressed against her throbbing clit and his plunged two fingers deep into her opening, sending her crashing over the edge. Waves of pleasure pulsed through her entire body as she shuddered and convulsed.

No, Malfoy was definitely not a slug.

They spent the rest of the afternoon curled up on the little couch by the fire, relaxing, joking and chatting. When it started to get dark, Hermione walked around the room, lighting the candles that had somehow appeared on the shelves around the quaint little cabin. The last of the candles was over the mantel of the fireplace, where there was also a single picture frame that Hermione hadn’t noticed before. There were two young men in the photo in front of what they could only assume was this very cabin. One of the men had twinkling blue eyes that looked oddly familiar...

“Dumbledore!” she exclaimed, almost dropping the frame in shock.

“What? Where?”

“Look,” Hermione said, handing him the picture. “It’s Dumbledore!”

“And Grindelwald,” Draco added softly.

“How… strange…”

“Yeah…”

They both stared at the frame for a few silent minutes, just watching the two boys laugh and hug one another until Hermione noticed the corner of a piece of paper sticking out from under the edge. She quickly took it and read aloud.

“Welcome to the Cabin of Anti-Requirement: Because humans rarely know what they really need, even when it’s staring them right in the face.”

Hermione looked up from the card and found herself face to face with Draco. His smirk was gone; he was simply smiling at her. A smile that seemed to warm her from the inside out.

“I found us some Floo Powder,” he said. He threw a handful of the powder into the fire and the bright green flames erupted behind them. He took a step towards the hearth, while Hermione just waved dumbly behind his back, lost in shock and awe. The cabin had done all this to them, like some kind of matchmaking service. When they were frozen and wet all it gave them was a single blanket and a bed, so they would have to share and use each other for warmth. It was the push they had needed to realize their feelings, only they never knew they needed it.

“So, my place or yours?” Draco asked, breaking her away from her thoughts.

“What?”

“Well I guess mine isn’t a good idea. There are so many guests there for the holidays I’d never get you to myself. How about your flat over Ollivander’s?”

“No…” Hermione shook her head.

“What do you mean ‘no?’ You really want to spend Christmas listening to my Great Great something-or-other lecture you on pureblood nobility?”

“No, I think I’ll pass on that. What I meant was no, it’s not my place, it’s ours.”

He ran to her and hugged her to him, spinning her around on the spot before planting a kiss directly on her lips.

“Happy Christmas, Draco.”

“Happy Christmas, love.”

Newlywed style, he carried her into the flames.

“Our place.”


The End

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If you aren’t too busy vomiting from all the fluff could you please review? It would be much appreciated. Thank you all for reading, it has been a pleasure writing for you all, and I do apologize that it took so long to get this done. Now to finish my other stories… any preference on which gets done first?

Happy Halloween!
-Alexis