On All Hallows Eve......
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
22,349
Reviews:
96
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I own nothing related to HP or the HP universe. No money is made from this fic, only friends and smiles. =)
~ Well Hello Beautiful ~
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Harry Potter or the Harry Potter universe. I make no money from the fiction that I write
A/N: This story is a submission for the talented Snapes_Goddess challenge for Halloween. Maybe a little weird, a little sadistic, perhaps terrifying or wildly inappropriate, but absolutely smutty.
Enjoy my pretties; and your little dogs too! *WICKED LAUGH*
~ Well Hello Beautiful ~
Hermione hiccupped lightly as Ginny poured her another drink.
“I’m sure he’s just late Mione.” she cheered, glancing to the pub door.
“No. he’s not coming. He’s thoroughly enjoying the thought of me being dressed in this ridiculous out fit waiting for him.” She answered sourly, downing the shot Ginny poured her, before snatching the bottle and drinking directly out of it.
“Mione.”
Hermione promptly ignored Ginny by getting up and staggering toward the door.
Harry appeared next to Ginny’s side dressed like the Joker from Batman, a giggling Luna and Ron in toe. “What’s wrong with her?”
“She thinks Malfoy stood her up.”
Harry chuckled, answering his pregnant wife who was dressed as a bushel of grapes. “He wouldn’t do that, it’s not part of the pa-lan.”
“Harry James Potter how much have you lot had to drink?”
“Well…” babbled Harry, squinting at the half empty bottle in his hand. “I’m not rightly sure?”
“About what?” asked Ron tripping on nothing, then glaring at the floor while leaning heavily on Luna.
“About how Malfoy stood up Hermione.” Answered Luna, shoving her horribly inebriated husband from her arm to fall on the floor in a mass of limbs.
Ginny took a deep breath becoming increasingly annoyed with her drunken family that was surrounding her.
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Hermione was staggering in zig zags, yanking the appallingly huge red silk flower from her hair, the tight pinhole shoes making her walk all the more difficult.
She grumbled incoherently to herself as she tipped the amber liquid back, a slow burn pooling in her belly.
She looked down at the 1940’s pin up dress Draco had bought her for the Halloween party tonight. She had begged him to pick out a costume for her, knowing he had impeccable taste compared to her. To her surprised, he answered her by saying they would dress to compliment one another and attend the function together; he never went to anything muggle.
To say she wasn’t surprised when she received the package, and opened the box would be an understatement. She was in fact floored when she pulled the deep blue wiggle dress from the box, viewing the plunging neck line and red polka dot accents; it was a work of art and she looked forward to wearing it.
Now though she was staggering alone in the streets of muggle London wasting the precious gift on a drunken walk. She stopped momentarily using her hand to balance her self on the corner of a building as she attempted to remove the infuriating shoes.
However she was caught off guard as the cool edge of a blade was pressed against the hollow below her ear.
“Well Hello Beautiful.” a velvety voice purred, lips smoothing over her ear. “You look like you could use some entertainment.”
Hermione didn’t move, just stood there frozen with terror. She was unarmed, her wand tucked snugly in the bag dangling from her wrist, and too top it off she absolutely too pissed to put up a good fight.
She was abruptly yanked into the shadows between the two buildings her face pressed firmly to the mortar and stone, whimpering when she felt the serrated edge of the knife bite into her neck.
A shiver ran through her when the stranger’s hot, wet, tongue began moving over her exposed skin from shoulder to ear removing the tiny drops of blood.
“Please.” she whimpered.
“Please what.” The voice purred.
“Let me go.” she whispered.
A terrifying laugh filled the shadows behind her, it was deep, and sinister and somehow familiar. Then as abruptly as it started it stopped and she was spun around to stare into a masked face. She could feel panic rolling up her throat in the form of bile, when the stranger whispered “I’ll let you go, after we’ve had a bit of fun.”
With a ferocity she had never felt, the mad mans lips crashed down on hers, nipping and biting fiercely at her tongue.
She bunched her hands in the wide black lapels of his jacket, trying to force him away. “What is it?” he growled. “I’m not good enough for a prissy little thing like you?”
“Who are you?” she stuttered.
“I’m nobody.”
That was all he said as his masked face again came in contact with hers, his tongue sweeping over her lips asking for entrance, and when he was ignored, he bit down eliciting a cry that allowed him to enter.
He moved the knife slowly down her neck slipping under the straps, the fabric cutting like butter, and tumbling down to reveal her breasts.
“So fucking pretty.” his voice deep and gravely. He flicked the knife closed and slipped it into his pocket, his other hand drawing her arms above her head, while his bent to suck on a puckered nipple.
Hermione’s head swam in a sea of intoxication, she new that what was happening was desperately wrong, but still she arched into his mouth.
It was like fire, they were engulfed in it instantly, his hands leaving hers to move over every inch of her toned body, as her hands wrenched the pieces of his dress shirt apart, buttons pinging loudly in the abandoned ally way.
Her mouth was stained red as she pulled away to lave at his pebbled nipples. A hiss slipping from her lips as the nightmare before her slammed her against the brick wall, stones scoring her back and shoulder.
The male intruder ate that hiss with the hunger of a starved man, his hands clawing at her dress, collecting it around her thighs as her nimble fingers released his aching member from the confines of his pants, her hand making devastating contact with the weeping tip.
“No knickers, what a naughty young woman you are.” he growled, fingering her moist labia.
“They ruin the line of the dress.” she whispered, as her leg hooking his hip and she claimed his mouth again.
He smeared the clear fluid leaking from his mushroomed tip over her soaking folds, and in an instant, thrust inside her blistering heat.
The sound that escaped her was erotic, and sexy, and he knew that he had made the right choice in claiming her for his own. He savagely pumped her, his hands bruising the flesh of her bum, her soft cries only raising the intensity of his movements.
The stranger grunted when her walls clamped down on him, her other foot leaving the ground driving him more deeply into her, while his own scorching tribute burst forth inside of her, in long creamy ropes.
Their ragged breaths filled the shadows, and in a graceful movement Draco released Hermione from between the confines of himself and the wall, smoothing the wrinkled fabric down over her nude body.
“Bastard.” she hissed, watching him remove the black mask. “I thought you stood me up, you terrified me.”
“AHH, but my sweet what fun would Halloween be without a little terror?” he answered, fixing the cut straps to her dress.
“I should hex you for this.” Her arms slipping loosely over his shoulders.
“You loved it Granger, you have always had a soft spot for the evil and deranged.”
“I suppose your right. I mean why else would I have agreed to see you if I didn’t?”
“You look great in that dress.” he whispered, kissing her brow.
“Thank you. My stunningly handsome and mischievous fiancé picked it out for me.”
“When did you realize it was me?” he asked, smoothing his hand over her hair
“Not until you pulled off the mask.”
Draco stopped dead, hand hanging in mid air inches away from her hair, looking at the woman before him.
Hermione tried to contain her laughter, but could not with the devastated puppy dog face looking back at her. “I knew it was you when you laughed, I love that sound entirely too much not to know it always.
He visibly relaxed telling her “Love you Granger.”
“Love you back Malfoy”
A/N: I know it was kind of f-ed up, but really what could be more terrifying? I would smack my husband stupid if he did something like that to me! However, it is oh so sexy when are favorite couples do such things together. Happy Halloween!!
A/N: This story is a submission for the talented Snapes_Goddess challenge for Halloween. Maybe a little weird, a little sadistic, perhaps terrifying or wildly inappropriate, but absolutely smutty.
Enjoy my pretties; and your little dogs too! *WICKED LAUGH*
~ Well Hello Beautiful ~
Hermione hiccupped lightly as Ginny poured her another drink.
“I’m sure he’s just late Mione.” she cheered, glancing to the pub door.
“No. he’s not coming. He’s thoroughly enjoying the thought of me being dressed in this ridiculous out fit waiting for him.” She answered sourly, downing the shot Ginny poured her, before snatching the bottle and drinking directly out of it.
“Mione.”
Hermione promptly ignored Ginny by getting up and staggering toward the door.
Harry appeared next to Ginny’s side dressed like the Joker from Batman, a giggling Luna and Ron in toe. “What’s wrong with her?”
“She thinks Malfoy stood her up.”
Harry chuckled, answering his pregnant wife who was dressed as a bushel of grapes. “He wouldn’t do that, it’s not part of the pa-lan.”
“Harry James Potter how much have you lot had to drink?”
“Well…” babbled Harry, squinting at the half empty bottle in his hand. “I’m not rightly sure?”
“About what?” asked Ron tripping on nothing, then glaring at the floor while leaning heavily on Luna.
“About how Malfoy stood up Hermione.” Answered Luna, shoving her horribly inebriated husband from her arm to fall on the floor in a mass of limbs.
Ginny took a deep breath becoming increasingly annoyed with her drunken family that was surrounding her.
:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:
Hermione was staggering in zig zags, yanking the appallingly huge red silk flower from her hair, the tight pinhole shoes making her walk all the more difficult.
She grumbled incoherently to herself as she tipped the amber liquid back, a slow burn pooling in her belly.
She looked down at the 1940’s pin up dress Draco had bought her for the Halloween party tonight. She had begged him to pick out a costume for her, knowing he had impeccable taste compared to her. To her surprised, he answered her by saying they would dress to compliment one another and attend the function together; he never went to anything muggle.
To say she wasn’t surprised when she received the package, and opened the box would be an understatement. She was in fact floored when she pulled the deep blue wiggle dress from the box, viewing the plunging neck line and red polka dot accents; it was a work of art and she looked forward to wearing it.
Now though she was staggering alone in the streets of muggle London wasting the precious gift on a drunken walk. She stopped momentarily using her hand to balance her self on the corner of a building as she attempted to remove the infuriating shoes.
However she was caught off guard as the cool edge of a blade was pressed against the hollow below her ear.
“Well Hello Beautiful.” a velvety voice purred, lips smoothing over her ear. “You look like you could use some entertainment.”
Hermione didn’t move, just stood there frozen with terror. She was unarmed, her wand tucked snugly in the bag dangling from her wrist, and too top it off she absolutely too pissed to put up a good fight.
She was abruptly yanked into the shadows between the two buildings her face pressed firmly to the mortar and stone, whimpering when she felt the serrated edge of the knife bite into her neck.
A shiver ran through her when the stranger’s hot, wet, tongue began moving over her exposed skin from shoulder to ear removing the tiny drops of blood.
“Please.” she whimpered.
“Please what.” The voice purred.
“Let me go.” she whispered.
A terrifying laugh filled the shadows behind her, it was deep, and sinister and somehow familiar. Then as abruptly as it started it stopped and she was spun around to stare into a masked face. She could feel panic rolling up her throat in the form of bile, when the stranger whispered “I’ll let you go, after we’ve had a bit of fun.”
With a ferocity she had never felt, the mad mans lips crashed down on hers, nipping and biting fiercely at her tongue.
She bunched her hands in the wide black lapels of his jacket, trying to force him away. “What is it?” he growled. “I’m not good enough for a prissy little thing like you?”
“Who are you?” she stuttered.
“I’m nobody.”
That was all he said as his masked face again came in contact with hers, his tongue sweeping over her lips asking for entrance, and when he was ignored, he bit down eliciting a cry that allowed him to enter.
He moved the knife slowly down her neck slipping under the straps, the fabric cutting like butter, and tumbling down to reveal her breasts.
“So fucking pretty.” his voice deep and gravely. He flicked the knife closed and slipped it into his pocket, his other hand drawing her arms above her head, while his bent to suck on a puckered nipple.
Hermione’s head swam in a sea of intoxication, she new that what was happening was desperately wrong, but still she arched into his mouth.
It was like fire, they were engulfed in it instantly, his hands leaving hers to move over every inch of her toned body, as her hands wrenched the pieces of his dress shirt apart, buttons pinging loudly in the abandoned ally way.
Her mouth was stained red as she pulled away to lave at his pebbled nipples. A hiss slipping from her lips as the nightmare before her slammed her against the brick wall, stones scoring her back and shoulder.
The male intruder ate that hiss with the hunger of a starved man, his hands clawing at her dress, collecting it around her thighs as her nimble fingers released his aching member from the confines of his pants, her hand making devastating contact with the weeping tip.
“No knickers, what a naughty young woman you are.” he growled, fingering her moist labia.
“They ruin the line of the dress.” she whispered, as her leg hooking his hip and she claimed his mouth again.
He smeared the clear fluid leaking from his mushroomed tip over her soaking folds, and in an instant, thrust inside her blistering heat.
The sound that escaped her was erotic, and sexy, and he knew that he had made the right choice in claiming her for his own. He savagely pumped her, his hands bruising the flesh of her bum, her soft cries only raising the intensity of his movements.
The stranger grunted when her walls clamped down on him, her other foot leaving the ground driving him more deeply into her, while his own scorching tribute burst forth inside of her, in long creamy ropes.
Their ragged breaths filled the shadows, and in a graceful movement Draco released Hermione from between the confines of himself and the wall, smoothing the wrinkled fabric down over her nude body.
“Bastard.” she hissed, watching him remove the black mask. “I thought you stood me up, you terrified me.”
“AHH, but my sweet what fun would Halloween be without a little terror?” he answered, fixing the cut straps to her dress.
“I should hex you for this.” Her arms slipping loosely over his shoulders.
“You loved it Granger, you have always had a soft spot for the evil and deranged.”
“I suppose your right. I mean why else would I have agreed to see you if I didn’t?”
“You look great in that dress.” he whispered, kissing her brow.
“Thank you. My stunningly handsome and mischievous fiancé picked it out for me.”
“When did you realize it was me?” he asked, smoothing his hand over her hair
“Not until you pulled off the mask.”
Draco stopped dead, hand hanging in mid air inches away from her hair, looking at the woman before him.
Hermione tried to contain her laughter, but could not with the devastated puppy dog face looking back at her. “I knew it was you when you laughed, I love that sound entirely too much not to know it always.
He visibly relaxed telling her “Love you Granger.”
“Love you back Malfoy”
A/N: I know it was kind of f-ed up, but really what could be more terrifying? I would smack my husband stupid if he did something like that to me! However, it is oh so sexy when are favorite couples do such things together. Happy Halloween!!