Happenstance

Hermione felt certain there was some witty remark she could make to cover her surprise but all she said was. “Hello, Pansy.” Her voice was steady. She was not even angry. She was not anything at the moment except slightly envious of Ms Parkinson’s pert breasts. The former-Slytherin witch was wearing nothing but French knickers and stockings under her robes.

“Goodbye, Granger.” Pansy looked down her nose at her in an expression that had not changed since they were in school. She took her knee off the settee where she had been crouching astride Draco and swanned out of the room trailing Chanel and arrogance. Hermione resisted an urge to trip her up as she clicked past in stiletto heels. The witch Disapparated as soon as she was out the front door.

“If you hadn’t come home early I could’ve got a blowjob.” Draco remarked, thinking very, very fast. He expected Hermione to be angry and hurt. Considering Ron’s infidelities such a reaction would not be surprising. There was no way he could convince her ‘this isn’t what it looks like’ or ‘it’s just a misunderstanding’. He zipped up his pants carefully. Pansy could be very determined. He had been interested to see how far she was willing to go to convince him to take her back.

“Call her back then.” Hermione replied tartly. She noticed she was still standing in the doorway, uncertain what to feel.

“I don’t want her.” Draco looked at Hermione over the back of the sofa and then suddenly she was striding across the room. She had her hand fisted in his hair before she was quite sure herself what she was doing. Their lips met forcefully as she straddled him.

Hermione grabbed his wrists and stretched his arms out along the top of the settee, curling his hands around the ends in an unspoken command that he was not allowed to touch her. She rubbed herself roughly against him. She had worn a skirt today so the bulge in his trousers pushed his zipper across her mound, jabbing her clit.

“Hermione.” Draco said as she stood. Hermione stepped out of her cotton knickers and stuffed them in his mouth, stilling any protest. She freed him from his trousers, yanked down his boxers then took his dick into her hands. Meeting his gaze, Hermione stroked him until he groaned. She kicked off her shoes and sank into his lap forcing him deep inside her.

“Do you want me?” Hermione rocked her hips fast making him screw his eyes shut as he nodded. She rode him hard, wanting the friction, wanting to feel in control. His fingers clenched into the upholstery and he bit down on the improvised gag to restrain himself.

Hermione pulled her sweater and blouse off over her head and unfastened her bra as she bounced on him like a pogo-stick. She groped herself, cupping her breasts. They ached and heat built between her legs. She felt wild still uncertain whether she was angry or aroused.

Dragging her knickers out of his mouth, Hermione forced Draco’s lips down onto a nipple. She held him there with an arm wrapped around his neck still working herself fast on his erection. He suckled roughly, using his teeth to make her moan. She made a noise in the back of her throat like a scream and came.

Draco jerked his hips upwards, blowing his load with a muffled groan. He let go of the settee to hold her tight. He had not expected this. No complaints but he did not want Hermione rushing off. Switching his lips to her other nipple, he murmured a modified engorgement charm. His wand was up his sleeve. A useful trick he had learned from her so he could cast the useful trick he had learned from a courtesan. His dick stiffened to full attention.

Hermione let him lay her onto her back. She lifted one of her legs so she could rest an ankle on the top of the settee and Draco could stroke to his full length. Their second coupling was as furious as the first. She scratched her nails down his back. He left a lovebite on her neck. One of the house elves ducked into the room to investigate the noise before hastily retreating. Neither of them noticed.

When Draco gasped out her name as he climaxed, Hermione nearly cried. She moaned instead and wrapped her legs around his hips to join him in orgasm. They rested sprawled on the settee catching their breath.

“Pansy wants to resume our relationship.” Draco panted, kissing her tenderly. It was always a sound tactic to offer an explanation to a woman before she demanded it and to a man after he demanded it.

“That doesn’t surprise me.” Hermione sighed. She smiled wryly at him. “She popped by to give you an early Christmas present, did she?”

“She strolled in as bold as brass.” He confirmed, smiling back relieved she was not cursing him. “She barely gave Bertie time to announce her before she was showing me La Perla.”

“Would you have slept with her?” Hermione asked then regretted it. They were not in a relationship. She should not expect him to be faithful. But it was a courtesy she would have extended to him. Draco smoothed his hands down her back and elected to be honest.

“I would have let her suck me off then kicked her out.” His expression hardened. “I hold a grudge.”

“While we’re...” She stopped, trying to find a good way of saying what she wanted without sounding needy or salacious. Draco nodded. He understood, and was thankful she was not a Legilimens because the exultant thought resounding in his head was ‘one step closer’. He kissed her again then glanced at her watch.

“You have a lunch date.” The wizard reminded her then watched as she scrambled to gather her clothes and restore herself to dignity. Draco covertly pocketed her knickers, denying all knowledge of their location. He even hunted under the settee for them. Hermione abandoned the search to hurry upstairs, leaving him to don his trousers and wonder if he could convince her to let him take her lingerie shopping in Paris.