Dreamscapes: The Beginning

Dreamscapes

 

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter. Don’t sue me, I have nothing that’s worth any value, and this is just for fun.

 

Author’s
Notes: This is a series of dreams that Draco and Hermione will both have. I like feedback, but
if you are just going to flame me, don’t bother, because I’ll flame you back most likely. Also to anyone that wonders, yes the characters probably ARE out of character, but the whole purpose of this fic is that it is for fun and it is supposed to be in their dreams. Sometimes they are dreams we don’t want, or deep down we do. That is why I am writing it.

 

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Dreamscapes:
Hermione’s First Dream

 

“You look pretty Granger,” Draco Malfoy said as he walked up to the young girl in the astronomy tower. Hermione Granger blushed and looked away at the unexpected comment.

 

“Why are you blushing?” he asked.

 

“Probably because I’m not used to getting compliments,” the girl replied. Draco tilted his head regarding her.

 

“Why not?” he asked.

 

Hermione shuffled her feet a bit. Draco watched her. “Because I’m not,” she whispered. Before Draco could comment, Hermione turned on her heel and strode towards the stairs. Draco hesitated a moment before following. He was concerned that he had truly hurt her feelings. He was also intrigued at what could make the young girl so flustered.

 

“Did I say something wrong Hermione?” Draco asked as he followed, his long legs carrying him the short distance till he reached her. Hermione looked at him as she leaned against the wall that had a ledge that was waist high to him. She shook her head and turned away.

 

“Hermione, why do you seem so sad?” he asked her touching her shoulder.

 

“I can’t say,” she whispered. Draco noticed that her cheeks were a bright shade of red. “Why do you care anyways?”

 

“I care more than you realize,” he said “You can tell me.” Hermione looked at him horrified.

 

“No I can’t!” she proclaimed.

 

Draco gently took her shoulders. “Hermione take it easy, I won’t tell anyone,” he said.

 

Hermione blushed a bright red. “I can’t,” she whispered.

 

Draco sighed and spanned her waist with his large hand, lifting her to sit on the ledge they stood
beside. He gently touched her thighs.

 

“Yes you can, what’s wrong?” he asked again.

 

Hermione looked away. “Now Herm…” he started.

 

“I’ve never had an orgasm!” she said then blushed fiercely, a tear rolling down her cheek as she buried her face in her hands. She couldn’t believe she had just blurted that out loud to the one
man that had tormented her since first year, and who she had an extreme crush on since their adventure into the Forbidden Forest that same year.

 

“Where’s this coming from Hermione?” Draco asked taking a hold of her wrists. “Surely Potter and Weasley would have made a move on such a beautiful woman.”

 

“No, I mean, Ron and I, when we dated, we…” she trailed off.

 

“Has Ron not been a gentleman with you Hermione?” he asked.

 

Hermione shook her head. “No, but we tried things with each other, and… I mean I don’t want to all the way because I want to stay a virgin, but I want to try things and we tried things, and…” she was stammering out.

 

Draco touched her lips. “You mean you gave Ron pleasure but he didn’t return the favor?” he asked.

 

Hermione sniffled. “He wanted to, but I was scared. But I don’t think he knew how to without, you know, that,” she said. “He like rubbed against me and stuff, but nothing that... you know… makes me have one.” She blushed so brightly she thought she’d burst into flames.

 

“Oh Hermione, that must mean that he’s not doing something right,” Draco said with a soft chuckle.

 

Hermione frowned. “What do you mean?” she asked.

 

“There are so many ways to make a woman have an orgasm. Just got to know the right things to do,” he said. He tilted his head regarding her wondering what would happen next.

 

“There are?” Hermione asked, truly intrigued. Draco nodded his eyes starting to smolder as realization slammed into him that he wanted to show this fiery and young woman just exactly how he
in particular could make a woman orgasm without taking her virtue.

 

“Um…” Hermione stammered a blush coming to her features again.

 

Draco straightened and his hand came to her cheek when she looked away. Her brown eyes met his blue ones in question. “Let me show you,” he whispered, his voice husky as he leaned forward and kissed her gently. Hermione gasped as his tongue snaked between her lips sparring with her tongue.
Draco’s nostrils flared as he devoured Hermione’s mouth, sliding his tongue along her teeth, tasting her.

 

Hermione moaned as Draco’s tongue sliced through her urgently again, devouring the savory taste of her. His masculine scent engulfed her and she ran her fingers through his hair. Draco’s hands weren’t idle as they slipped beneath her skirt and toyed with the edge of her panties.

 

Hermione wriggled her hips. “I…” she started when their kiss broke briefly.

 

Draco silenced her with a kiss. “Let me show you how a woman can be pleasured without having to have a man inside her like that,” he whispered before taking her mouth again, the honey essence of her mouth melting his senses.

 

Hermione gasped when she felt Draco’s almost too large hand press against the front of her panties as he worked to move them down her hips and legs. He tapped her hip gently and she lifted them, feeling Draco push the material down away from her.

 

“Scoot back,” he drawled huskily. Hermione scooted as far back as she could; the wall behind her, a window above her head. Draco lifted her skirt and laid them across her upper thighs, almost
completely exposing her he nhe night air.

 

Hermione bit her lip as Draco gently spread her thighs. “Draco…” she said shakily.

 

“It’s okay ‘Mione,” he murmured to her bringing her face forward to kiss her gently. His fingers gently eased between her thighs, parting her soft pink lips, his thumb grazing out the outer lips ever so gently, and nothing more.

 

Hermione gasped a bit, not used to the intrusion. “Draco how?” she whispered not sure what he was going to do.

 

Draco grinned impishly at her. “Just one way to make a woman come without being inside of her directly,” he said kissing her then parting her thighs a bit more, kneeling at her feet. Hermione looked down and saw Draco’s blonde head descend on her sex. She gasped her hand flying up to catch the windowsill at the first slice of his tongue across her clitoris. Draco grinned when he felt her shudder, and laid a hand across her waist, his other parting her lips to delve deeper into her cavern.

 

Hermione had a white knuckled grip on the windowsill above her head as Draco alternated between sliding his tongue around the outer edge of her swollen lips, and dipping just the mere tip of hinguengue into her moist sheath. Before she knew what to expect, his tongue thrust into her, and she cried out a bit. Draco delved deeper and deeper with each thrust before thrusting once, holding his tongue into position, the wriggling it around inside of her; causing her to shudder a bit.

 

Draco slid the flat plane of his tongue from her body and up against her tiny fiery bud, teasing it asinglingle digit slid into her sheath, crooking inside of her right before he reached the
barrier that proved her virginity. With each stroke of his tongue against her nub of pleasure, he hooked his finger, or twisted it, feeling her muscles tighten around him. She was so tight! Draco parted her slick folds with his fingers, burying his mouth against her, suckling at her sweet nectar, hearing her gentle mew as one small orgasm passed through her body.

 

Hermione wanted to move her hips, but was afraid she’d fall off the ledge she was on. She about crawled out of her skin when Draco’s lips closed around her clit, suckling on it. He would take it
between his tongue and teeth, letting it slide through before he would began to suckle on the bead of flesh again.

 

Draco could feel Hermione’s sheath tightening in orgasmic release, and he wanted it to be the most powerful thing that racked her body. Once again he plunged his mouth against her, his tongue
sliding in and out of her at a quick rate, wriggling in her occasionally, as his thumb found her tightening bud. He rubbed it fast, then slow, rough then gently as his tongue lapped at her. Before Hermione knew what to do or say, or even how to react, she felt a pleasure unlike any that she could ever know in her life slam into her, causing her to stop breathing almost as she shuddered around Draco. His hands continued to rub at her as did his tongue, then his hands caressed her thighs as they quivered, and her entire body shuddered with the release.

 

Hermione felt Draco slide up to her face as he stood, kissing her gently. She could taste and smell her own essence from him, and found it slightly intoxicating mingled with his own scent.

 

“That my beautiful ‘Mione is what an orgasm feels like,” he whispered against her lips. Hermione looked at him and merely blinked.

 

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Hermione gasped as she shot straight up in bed, her heart pounding. She was sweating profusely. She glanced outside and saw the stars burning and twinkling at her. Almost winking in mockery as a reminder that all that she had just experienced was a dream. She laid back, her
hands unconsciously going to the valley between her thighs, feeling the dampness there. A reminder of the dream she had just had. It was only one of many dreams she had been having of late. All of them of Draco Malfoy. Hermione turned and fell into a dreamless slumber.

 

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“Well look what we have here,” Draco said in a sneer. “Looks like you didn’t sleep well, Granger.”

 

Hermione blushed and lowered her head. She couldn’t look him in the eye. “Just leave her alone, Malfoy,” Harry Potter said, his eyes flashing at the Slytherin.

 

“Protecting your girlfriend again, hmm?” Draco said with a sneer. Had Ron Weasley been there, Draco would have a fist in the nose. He almost did, but Hermione grabbed Harry’s arm.

 

“Let’s just go,” Hermione said. She walked past Draco, not looking at him. Harry glared one last time and followed.

 

“You haunt my dreams every night,” Draco mumbled. He looked down, glad that neither Crabbe nor Goyle was with him. Draco went on his way to the Slytherin Common Room.