SLYTHERIN PARTIES

Draco to the Rescue?

It was a couple weeks after the end of sixth year at Hogwarts, and most of the students were planning on a night out in the muggle world, celebrating their brief freedom from their books.

Hermione sat with Harry and Ron at the Leaky Cauldron talking about the next night. “Have you been to this new club yet?” she asked her two best friends.

“No, but I hear it’s pretty good,” Ron replied.

“Who’s all going?” she asked finishing off her butterbeer.

“Most of Gryffindor, a few from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, and quite a few from Slytherin,” Harry replied.

“Slytherin? But I hear this club is a muggle club,” Ron said, not overly concerned but curious as friendships had formed between all the houses since the fall of Voldemort.

“It was actually Blaise and Pansy’s idea to check it out,” Hermione said grinning.

“Ah.....that’s right, you and Pansy are buddies now,” Harry said smirking.

“She’s not that bad,” Hermione said shrugging her one shoulder. “When I first was asked to tutor her....I dreaded it, but she kind of grows on you,” she said smirking.

They then heard laughing behind them. “Grows on you? That sounds interesting,” Pansy said grinning after she had snuck up behind her new friends.

“Pansy! What brings you here?” Hermione asked surprised.

“Actually, looking for you.”

“Me? Why?”

“To take you shopping. I wanted to thank you for helping me and I thought a new outfit for tomorrow night would be just the thing,” Pansy replied grinning.

“You don’t need.....” Hermione started.

“Nonsense,” Pansy said pulling Hermione up off her chair. “I want to do this.”

“Right now?”

“Why not?”

Hermione looked to Harry and Ron for help who both in turn shook their heads. “Thanks guys,” she said sarcastically before she was dragged out of the place, leaving Ron and Harry laughing at her latest predicament.

“First of all....hair,” Pansy said walking towards the salon.

Hermione ran her hand through her bushy hair. “My hair? What’s wrong with it?” she asked.

Pansy stopped to look at her. “Well, there’s ...a lot of it,” she said smirking. “You’ve had the same unmanageable hair forever. Haven’t you ever wanted to change it?”

“Well...” Hermione started uncertainly.

“Trust me Hermione. If you don’t like it, we’ll change it back.”

“Fine. Nothing drastic though,” Hermione said relenting to the over eager Slytherin.

Pansy gave a satisfied smile, knowing that she was going to get her way anyways, and pulled Hermione into the hair salon, where apparently they were waiting for her. They sat her down and immediately went to work, with Hermione trying to catch a glimpse in the mirror on what they were doing.

About an hour and a half later, Hermione was able to look at the finished results. She stood back to see her reflection, surprise evident on her face.

“I knew it would look good,” Pansy said standing beside her. “Do you like it?”

Hermione looked at the once bushy, wild hair to see a whole new look. It was a bit shorter and in layers down her back and sides, a slight natural curl at the ends. It was also now a deep chestnut color that brought out the brown of her eyes. “Yes,” Hermione said as she ran her fingers through the silky length. “Thank you.”

“Good, now for the fun part,” Pansy said, hauling her out of the salon.

They made their way to muggle London until they walked into a trendy clothes shop. Hermione followed Pansy around as she put outfit after outfit over her arms. “Pansy, what’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

Pansy stopped and looked at the faded jeans and over sized t-shirt. “Nothing......it looks comfortable,” Pansy said grinning. “But, for tomorrow night try something different. You’re always wearing baggy clothes. Dare to bare,” she said putting more clothes over Hermione’s arm.

Hermione shook her head bemusedly while she was herded to the change rooms. Pansy just smiled and sat back to wait for her to come out. When she did, Pansy was surprised to say the least. Hermione actually had a figure under all those layers of clothes that she wore.

After an hour of trying on outfit after outfit, they made a decision. The purchase was bagged, along with a few other things Hermione had picked out, and plans were being made for tomorrow. Pansy would be coming over to Hermione’s place to get ready with her.

Hermione was nervous and excited at the same time about her transformation the next day. It will be the first time in the wizarding world that people will be able to see the Hermione that the muggle world knew.

Late afternoon the next day, Harry, Ron, and Ginny came over to Hermione’s place to start their night. Hermione’s parents had went away on a dental convention, leaving Hermione to her own devices. The three friends came in with a case of muggle beer on hand. The first little while the guys couldn’t get over her new look.....her hair that is. The baggy sweats and old t-shirt they were used to, but the hair made her look like a completely different person.

“So what time is Pansy coming over?” Ron asked.

“About seven tonight. Did you know that Blaise is having a party tonight after the bar?” Hermione said leading them out to the back yard where they lounged back under a large tree.

“Yeah, we heard about that. Should be an all-nighter,” Harry said smiling.

“Have you been to any of Blaise’s parties before?” Ginny asked.

Hermione finished off her bottle of beer then cracked open another before answering. “Yes. They’re.....” she started to say before it was finished.

“Fulfilling,” Harry finished grinning.

“And very sex orientated,” Ron said then looked to his baby sister, “maybe you shouldn’t go Gin.”

“Oh please!” She said rolling her eyes.

Harry and Hermione started to laugh at Ron’s stunned expression. “When....who....?” Ron stammered.

“Last year, and none of your damn business,” Ginny said smirking Ron as she opened another beer.

Pansy had arrived a bit earlier than expected, in time for a steak dinner that Hermione was grilling on the barbeque. “Not bad Granger.....for a muggle,” she said grinning as she took her last bite of steak.

Hermione laughed, “thanks. I’ll take that as high praise coming from a Slytherin.”

Pansy laughed with her as she got up to help bring the dirty dishes to the kitchen. “I’ll help with these then we’ll start getting ready,” she said still smiling.

Ron had looked to Harry, shock evident on his face when Pansy offered to help clean up. Harry smirked then got up from bench. “We’ll do that, while you girls get ready,” he said following them to the kitchen.

Hermione gladly tossed them the dishtowel. She leaned over to kiss Harry’s cheek. “Thanks Harry,” she said then led Pansy and Ginny upstairs.

“So what did the guys think of your hair?” Pansy said as she was digging through her bag of clothes.

“They didn’t think it was her at first,” Ginny said grinning.

Hermione smiled and handed Pansy and Ginny a beer as she sat at the edge of the bed. “So....Ginny, who did you lose it to?” Hermione asked smirking to Ginny.

Ginny looked to Hermione then Pansy who was grinning back at her knowingly. “Draco,” she said quietly then bend down to her own bag.

“Did you say Draco?” Hermione asked thinking of her lust filled dreams with the blonde Slytherin.

“Yes,” replied Ginny.

Hermione was surprised. “Was he good?” She asked grinning to her red faced friend.

“Hmm...hmm,” Ginny murmured as she nodded her head.

“Was he your first?” Hermione asked.

“Yes,” Ginny replied.

“I didn’t know you were even seeing each other,” Hermione asked.

“No one did. It didn’t work out with us. His mind was with someone else,” Ginny said as she looked to Pansy who shook her head slightly.

“How about you Granger? Who was your first and how many guys have you been with?” Pansy asked grinning.

Hermione smiled back at her. “Who..... was Kevin from Ravenclaw a couple of years ago. How many, well....there’s been two....and no, I will not tell you who it was,” she said as she saw that they were about to ask that very question.

“Is there anyone now?” Ginny asked.

“No.”

Pansy stood up then and touched Hermione’s hair at the back. “So....curly or straight?” she asked to change the topic of conversation.

“Let’s leave that for last,” Hermione said as she took her robe from the chair. “I’ll take a quick shower, then get dressed,” she added, leaving Pansy and Ginny alone in her room.

When she came out in her robe, her hair hanging damply down her back, it was to see Pansy and Ginny partially ready, talking in whispered voices to each other. They looked up as she came in. “What are you guys up to?” Hermione asked smirking to the two.

“Nothing, we were just talking about the party later at Blaise’s house. Should be a blast,” Ginny said smiling. Glad that Hermione just shrugged it off as they continued to talk about the ‘party,’

Hermione slipped on her thong panties and the skirt to the outfit, then held up the top. “Are you sure about this? I’m not used to being braless,” she said looking at the too small looking top, that she knew would have to practically be stretched to fit her.

“It looks good Hermione. The top is spelled to support you,” Pansy said doing up her own short skirt.

Once Hermione put the top on, she stood back looking at her reflection in the mirror. “Not used to wearing no panty hose either,” she said wiggling her toes into the thick carpet.

“Are you going to wear the boots or shoes?” Pansy asked.

“What do you think?” Hermione replied.

“Boots,” Pansy said handing then to her.

The three of them finished getting ready. Hermione feeling more comfortable in her skimpy outfit after another beer or two. They looked to the clock to see it was time to go.

Harry and Ron were sitting in the living room waiting for the girls, listening to some of Hermione’s CD’s. Ron (who was facing the stairs) was talking to Harry when he stopped mid sentence. Harry followed Ron’s gaze and stood up as the two of them approached the stairs as the girls came down. First Ginny came down, followed by Pansy, then Hermione.

Hermione stood nervously in front of her two best friends, tugging on the hem of her skirt. “Well, what do you think....and be honest,” she said nervously.

“Why don’t you dress like that more often,” Harry said smirking. “You look great.”

She ran her hand over her bare mid-drift. “It’s not exactly school regulation uniform, is it?” she said grinning.

Ron was meanwhile staring at her chest and the bare expanse of skin at her waist. Harry nudged his side to get his attention. “Right.....you look good ‘Mione,” Ron said looking back to her face and grinned at her, his face flushed pink from embarrassment. “Sorry about that. Didn’t realize you were that.....well....built under all those clothes you always wear.”

Hermione kissed Ron’s red cheek. “Thanks Ron. So is Susan meeting us there?” she asked referring to Susan Bones, Ron’s girlfriend since last year.

“Yeah, she is,” he said smiling, his face lighting up at the mention of her.



They all then apparated to an apparation point that was used quite often, frequently by the younger witches and wizards. They had been taught to apparate near the ending of their last school year, the apparating age having gone down quite recently. The place was a small wizarding coffee shop that was situated across the street from the bar, that was invisible to the muggle eye.......and made a damn good pot of coffee. Pansy said hello to the proprietor who was a friend of the family, then made her way out the front door with her new Gryffindor friends.



Meanwhile in the crowded bar with the music pumping among the people, two good looking guys stood by the shooter bar. One was tall, dark, and handsome with a devilish look about him, the other was tall, blonde, and sexy without even trying. The blonde, his hair down to his shoulders, looked comfortable and relaxed in a pair of black leather pants and a buttoned down shirt in a deep burgundy color, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The two Slytherins clinked glasses then downed the shooter together.

“So when’s Pansy coming?” Draco asked as he looked around the bar after licking his lips from the sweet shooter.

“Soon. She’s coming with someone else,” Blaise said as he scanned around to finally spot Pansy, his girlfriend, enter the bar. He did a double take at the girl at her side then grinned. ‘Should be interesting,’ he thought to himself as they made their way to the table.


Hermione looked around the crowded bar and smiled to herself. It was surprising to see so many Hogwarts students among the muggles. ‘And so many good looking guys to choose from,’ she thought to herself. She followed Pansy to a group of tables by the dance floor where some of their friends already were seated. Susan got up to fling her arms around Ron’s neck who then went to the dance floor. Hermione watched them go, then turned to the others at the table.

Draco had caught sight of Pansy as she made her way to the table. He looked to the girl at her side and wondered who it was. The girl looked well put together. She wore a short stretchy skirt that clung to her hips and a short crop top, also made with the same stretchy fabric. The top was low cut and off the shoulders with long sleeves to her wrists. Her hair was a dark brown and had a slight curl in the different lengths. Her lower legs were covered in flat heeled high black suede boots that scrunched down and tied at the top back. He looked up to her face to see she was intently looking at him.

Hermione did her own perusal of Draco and liked what she saw. She licked her lips as she looked to his leather pants and to the partially open shirt.

Blaise had seen the way the two of them were checking each other out and winked to Pansy. He came forward, “Hey Harry, Hermione, glad you could make it,” he said cheerfully. He took Hermione’s hand, “come on, let’s dance,” he said pulling her to the dance floor.

Harry sat down next to Draco who was still looking at Hermione. “She looks good doesn’t she?” Harry asked smiling.

“Yeah, she cleans up nice,” he replied, “she actually looks like a girl.” ‘And extremely fuckable,’ he thought to himself as he shifted in his seat.

“I would definitely say she looks like a girl tonight,” Harry said grinning before pulling Pansy to her feet to dance.

Throughout the night the group was drinking and dancing continuously. All were having a good time. Hermione danced with almost all of the guys from school except Draco who kept his distance.

It was almost time to go when Hermione was dancing to a slow song with Colin Creevey. His hands kept sliding down her back to her bottom where she would reach behind her to bring them back up. “Come on Hermione, you know you want it,” Colin said trying to pull her closer against him.

“Colin....back off,” Hermione said trying to push him away.

Draco had been watching the two on the floor and saw Hermione trying to ward off Colin’s advances. He walked up to the two. “Hermione, I believe you promised this dance to me,” he said smirking.

“Ah....right. Sorry, I forgot,” she said backing away from Colin who was giving Draco a dirty look, then smiled as his back was turned to the pair.

Draco smirked to the retreating back of Creevey then held out his arms to Hermione. She stepped forwards and placed her hand on his shoulder while her other was grasped in his. “Thanks. Colin’s a good guy, but he’s been a pain in the ass all night,” she said as they swayed to the slow music.

Pansy, Blaise, and Harry sat at the table watching Draco slowly pull Hermione close to him. They saw Draco close his eyes as he seemed to inhale the fragrance of her hair. “So what did you have to give Creevey for being a pest?” Blaise asked Harry.

“Nothing actually. He could see the way Hermione would sometimes look at Draco,” Harry said grinning to his two conspirators. “Ginny did say she would go on a date with him for it though. He’s been mooning over Gin for over a year now.”

“He knows to keep at the act at the party right?” Pansy asked.

“Yes,” Harry replied. “So how is everyone getting to your place?” he asked looked to Blaise.

“Some of us can apparate directly there or jump in the limo that should be here right away,” Blaise said looking to his watch. “Once the limo is out of sight, it will disappear and reappear in front of my house.”

The song then ended and Hermione stepped out of Draco’s arms, not realizing how close they had actually gotten. They walked back to the table to see more that half of the others were gone, with Pansy sitting beside Harry sipping the last of their drinks.

“Where’s Blaise?” Draco asked.

“He went ahead to the house. He said we should take the limo there,” Pansy replied.

The bunch of them piled into the back of the car. Hermione glanced through the door to see most of the guys sitting with their laps occupied with a girl. There was just three laps left; Harry’s, Colin’s, and Draco’s. Pansy climbed in and sat on Harry’s knee.

“Maybe I’ll meet you guys there. It looks pretty full in here,” Hermione said smirking.

“Don’t be silly. Lots of room,” Pansy said.

Colin patted his knee, “you can sit here ‘Mione,” he said winking at her.

She looked to Colin then Draco who patted his knee silently, smirking at her discomfort. She climbed in and sat on Draco’s lap, putting her one arm around his neck so she wouldn’t elbow the next person beside her. There was lots of headroom, but little seating room, so she had to make do.

Draco inwardly groaned when she sat on his lap. His hand clenched at his side before he actually put it on her bare back. Once they were on their way, talking and laughing as they recalled some of the dancing being done at the club, Hermione relaxed a little bit. The car had then hit a bump in the road and her body shifted closer against Draco. He closed his eyes as her breasts pressed against his shoulder and her hip rubbed against his hardening cock. He looked down to see her skirt had ridden up on her thigh and put his one hand under his leg so he wouldn’t touch the enticing piece of flesh.

Hermione had heard him take an indrawn breath and felt his erection against her hip. She looked into his eyes and was surprised to see desire in them. She licked her suddenly dry lips as her fingers unconsciously went to his neck, into his hair.

Their lips were getting closer and closer when they felt a tug within the car as it apparated in front of Blaise’s house. They pulled apart quickly then, Hermione tugging on the hem of her skirt as the others piled out of the car. Draco was the last to leave the car, as he tried to calm his raging hormones.

Harry peeked his head in the car, “coming Malfoy?” he asked the flushed face Slytherin.

“Yeah, I’m coming,” he replied distractedly.

Blaise’s house was party central that night. Almost all of their year from Hogwarts was there, enjoying the music as they danced, played pool or darts. A bar was set up on the large deck by the pool or in the large living room with the large television, presently a video game was being played. The pool was already occupied with half naked people as they splashed around.

Hermione walked around with Harry until he was pulled away by Padma Patil. She was not alone for long before Colin came to hug her. She pushed him away, kindly saying she needed to find the bathroom. Colin was a good looking guy but did nothing for her. She wondered what had gotten into him tonight to be such a pest.

She walked quickly away towards the bathroom, where she cooled off, then went out making sure to be on the alert for Colin. She was heading towards the pool table when a whistle behind her stopped her. She looked around to see Draco, Seamus, Dean, and Blaise standing there, checking her out.

“What?” She asked, smirking back at them, crossing her arms in front of her, not realizing with that movement it pushed her breasts up, showing even more cleavage.

“Well, we were wondering....” Dean began.

“Wondering what?” She asked coming closer.

“Wondering if you were wearing panties or a bra,” Seamus grinned. “We see no seams.”

She smiled at the four. “Yes...and no,” she said.

Draco raised his one brow in question. “You are or you’re not Granger,” he said.

“Yes, to the panties,” she said pulling the one side of her skirt down a bit for them to see a black strip of silk, then pulled it up grinning to them. “And no, to the bra,” she said cheekily then turned on her heel to walk in the other direction.

“Aren’t you going to show us Hermione?” Seamus yelled out to her. Her response was to shake her head and laugh as she went to refill her drink.

Hermione spent the next couple of hours avoiding Colin as he followed her, asking her to dance or soak in the hot tub. She was starting to get seriously annoyed and frustrated from putting up with his stalking. She needed to do something to get him off her back. She saw Draco talking to Blaise and headed their way.

The two stopped talking as Hermione approached them, looking frazzled. “What’s wrong Hermione?” Blaise asked.

“It’s Colin. He won’t leave me alone,” she said biting her bottom lip.

Draco looked to Colin who was approaching them, then to Hermione. “Come here,” he said holding out his hand to her.

She looked to his hand, then to him. “Why?” She asked.

“It worked at the club, when you were with me he left you alone,” he said not noticing that Blaise had left the two of them alone together.

She looked back to see Colin watching her, then took Draco’s hand. He pulled her close and put his arms around her waist. He looked over her shoulder to see Colin. “He’s still there,” he said quietly. “Kiss me.....maybe he’ll get the message.”

She put her arms around his neck as she leaned in, meeting him half way. The kiss started slow and soft, until she ran her tongue along the crease of his lips to gain entry into his mouth.

He groaned as his tongue met hers. He shifted her around, her back to the wall as he pressed his full body against hers. His hands were at her lower back as he pulled her closer, slipping one of his legs between hers, grinding his erection against her.

She moaned as she felt one of his hands glide up her side to rest just under her breast. Her fingers tangled into his hair as she took what he was giving her.

He pulled away, both of them breathing heavily. He looked to her swollen lips, then her eyes to see the desire mirrored in her eyes. “I want you Hermione....gods I’ve wanted you all night,” he groaned.

“I want you too,” she said huskily as she gripped his hand to guide it up her short skirt between her legs. “Badly.”

His fingers grazed over the drenched panties and teased her through the thin barrier of silk. “You are so wet,” he said a breath away from her lips, blocking her body from the rest of the room as he continued to torment her with his fingers.

She groaned low in her throat as his fingers rubbed against her clit and his mouth moved to her neck. She reached between them to grip his cock through his pants, making him groan against her neck. “And you,” she said rubbing his length, “are so hard.”

He pushed into her hand as he bit onto her neck. He looked up into her eyes as he removed his hand from between her legs to put over hers. “I need to be inside of you,” he said huskily.

At her nod, he linked his fingers through hers to pull her up the stairs to the guest room at the back of the house. Neither of them noticing Blaise, Pansy, Harry, Ginny, and Colin clinking their glasses together.

Once in the room she pushed his back to the door, running her hands over his chest while she licked and nibbled onto the side of his neck. She deftly undid the buttons of his shirt as her mouth moved lower across his chest. His fingers tangled into her hair as he bent his head back groaning out her name. Her tongue left a wet trail across his chest while her hands went up his sided to his shoulder, slipping the shirt over his shoulders. Her tongue flicked against one of his nipples as her hand went to the front of his leather pants, rubbing his erection with the palm of her hand.

His hands gripped her upper arms to pull her up against him. His mouth went to hers in a frenzied kiss as his hand went up her side to cup her breast through the shirt, tweaking the nipple through the stretchy material. His other hand went to her bottom pulling her to him where she grinded against his erection.

She pulled away from the kiss, both of them breathing raggedly. She reached down to the hem of her top (while both of his hands held her hips) to pull the top over her head, throwing it to the floor haphazardly. His mouth went straight to her right breast as he took the nipple into his mouth, his hand cupping the weight of it, bringing it closer to his greedy lips.

“Draco,” she moaned as he flicked his tongue against the nipple. His other hand was at her back, as she arched forwards towards his mouth.

His mouth moved higher up her chest as his fingers continued to tug on the saliva slick nipple. Their mouths met again in a fierce kiss, their moans mingling as their chests were crushed together, skin to skin.

Her lips moved along his jaw to his ear, while her hand went to the snap of his leather pants. “I want to taste you....I want you to cum in my mouth,” she said huskily as her hand slipped in the front of his pants to grip his cock.

Draco moaned as she bit onto his neck, “gods....yes.”

Hermione licked her way down his chest to flick her tongue against both of his nipples before continuing down the center of his stomach, following the dusting of blonde hair to the opening of his pants.

Her hands pulled down the pants, helping him slide them off his legs as she nibbled along his hips. Her fingers wrapped around his cock, her thumb sliding over the leaking head. “Please... ‘Mione...I can’t take much more,” he said huskily, his breathing becoming very erratic.

She gripped the base of his cock as her tongue swirled around the engorged head before taking him in her mouth. His hands went to the back of her head urging her to take him deeper and she gladly complied, her tongue working on the underside of his length. She moved her mouth up and down faster and deeper on his cock, him hitting the back of her throat.

In a short time, his hands gripped handfuls of her hair as he growled out her name before releasing his cum inside of her mouth. She held him inside as she swallowed every drop, flicking her tongue around so as to not miss any. She then kissed her way up his stomach to his chest, his hands gliding over her back. She looked into his eyes as he looked back at her intently. She kissed him lightly on the mouth before stepping back from him.

“You’re full of surprises Granger,” he said smiling a very satisfied smile.

“Why is that Malfoy?” she asked as she bent down in front of him, giving him an eyeful of what was under her skirt, slipping off her boots one at a time before looking back at him. “Is it because I don’t advertise what I’ve got or that I like to give head?”

“Something like that,” he said coming closer to her.

“Well, I do....like giving head that is,” she said smirking as she slipped her thumbs in at the waist of her skirt, slowly pushing it down past her hips, then to kick it aside. She looked at him then, “and I’ve been wanting a taste of you for awhile now,” she said huskily.

She then slid her panties down her hips then sat at the edge of the bed as she took them off. “You know what else I’ve been wanting Draco?” She asked breathlessly as she spread her legs, gliding her fingers between them.

“What?” He asked hoarsely as he braced his hands on either side of her hips, leaning over to kiss the corner of her mouth.

She smiled suggestively up at him. “I want your mouth where my hand is, using your tongue against my clit,” she said as her fingers moved up from between her legs to slide over his lips, enabling him to taste her. He took her finger in his mouth to suck the juices off the slim digit. She moaned then reaching down to his already hardening cock. “Then I want you to fuck me until I can’t sit down for a week,” she said licking her lips.

He crushed his mouth to hers, pushing her to the mattress. His lips moving down her neck, nibbling and sucking on the skin as her head went back. Her hands left his cock as they gripped his shoulders, nudging him lower down her heated body.

He smiled against the heated skin, between her breasts as he felt the pressure on his shoulders to go lower. His lips moved to her nipple as his hand skimmed down to her hip, then moved between her legs. She thrust up onto his hand, spreading her legs more. He slipped two fingers deep inside of her as his mouth latched onto the nipple, his teeth grazing against the hardened peak.

“Oh...gods....Draco,” she cried out as his fingers worked in and out of her, his thumb circling her clit.

He moved lower down her writhing body to delve his tongue into the indent of her hip. He kneeled down on the floor at the edge of the bed between her legs. He withdrew his finger, while Hermione looked down at him. He licked the fingers that were coated with her juices. “Mmmm....you taste good too Hermione,” he said huskily, watching at her eyes blazed with heat.

His hands went to her hips and pulled her down towards the edge of the bed where he dove onto her sex. He went right for her clit where he stroked the sensitized nub with long broad strokes with his tongue.

“That...feels...so good,” she said between panting breaths as her legs bent up to rest on his shoulders.

He wrapped his arms around her upper thighs, reaching his hand in to spread her further while the other held her hips still. It wasn’t soon after that he felt her thighs quiver against him and heard her cry out his name, her fingers grabbing onto his head, her clit throbbing against his tongue.

He slowed the swirl of his tongue and moved lower, delving his tongue inside of her as his thumb rubbed against her clit in slow circular motions. His tongue licked it’s way up and down her avoiding her clit this time, sucking her outer lips into his mouth.

He continued to taste her, savoring her juices, bringing her closer to another climax, then he gave a single swipe to her clit with his tongue before he stood up between her legs. He gripped her one leg and held it against his chest as he lifted her hips off the bed. He gripped his cock and positioned it against her entrance, letting it slip about half way in. He bent his head back as he felt his cock gripped tight inside of her, both moaning as he started to fill her. He looked down at her flushed face, then rammed the rest of the way in, hard and fast.

Her hands gripped the sheets at her sides as he thrust slow and deep, grinding against her clit when he was sheathed completely. He watched as he pulled out his cock coated with her juices. He reached down to massage her clit as he thrust shallow, sweat breaking across his back, holding back the need to cum inside of her heat.

She reached up to his neck to pull him down to her, wanting to touch him. He let her leg slip down at his side as he thrust deep, lifting her hips off the bed. His hands found hers as their fingers linked, holding them down above her head.

He leaned over her, her breasts crushed against his chest as he captured her waiting lips with his, his tongue delving into her mouth, her tongue meeting his. His thrusts quickened as she started to suck on his tongue. He groaned into her mouth as his fingers tightened around hers.

She felt him tense above her as he ground into her. His back arched as his head went back in ecstasy. It was the most erotic thing she ever saw, making her cry out in release, her inner muscles contracting around his cock, milking him dry.

He let go of her hands as he leaned in to kiss her neck, his heavy breathing against her skin sending shivers down her body. His lips moved up her neck to her ear. “Mine,” he said ever so softly into her ear.



The next day, late morning, Pansy, Blaise, and Harry stood outside the guest room door. Pansy knocked softly, with no response. She smirked to the other two before quietly opening the door.

They looked around the room to see clothes scattered all over the floor, blankets and pillows on the floor. With not much surprise from the trio they saw Draco on the bed, on his back with Hermione laying at his side, her head on his chest, her arm resting on his stomach. A thin sheet covered Hermione’s and Draco’s lower bodies....barely, with Draco’s hand resting on her hip.

The two on the bed shifted in their sleep. Hermione’s hand went tighter around his waist, her leg going over his. Draco’s hand went to her back to pull her closer to his side.

Harry smiled down at the two as he signaled for them to leave. They quietly shut the door with very satisfied smiles on their faces, seeing that their planning and scheming had worked out for the two.

End of ‘Draco to the Rescue’