Alone at Last
folder
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
18,695
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
18,695
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Alone at Last
Title: Alone at Last
Author: shag_me_draco
Pairing: D/Hr
Rating: R/NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not in anyway own any of the Harry Potter characters. If I did, i certainly would not be sitting at the computer at my job typing this up for free.
AN: This is dedicated to my beta reetinkerbell because #1, she rocks hardcore! #2, I wouldn\'t still be writing if it wasn\'t for her, and #3, because it was her that challenged me to write this. Hope it came out ok, hope you like it!
Responding to Reetinkerbells Challenge #1 at Twilight (http://www.impervius.org/footprints/twilight/)
Elements:
* AU - 7th Year
* The war is over, Voldemort looses and all the Death Eaters are dead. No major losses on the light side.
* D/Hr- Everyone knows, and it\'s all good.
* D/Hr try to find some alone time but keep getting interrupted.
* No HB/HG-Hermione can be HG but without her own room.
* NC-17.
Alone at Last (1/1)
\"IN MEMORY OF ALL THOSE WHO LOST THEIR LIVES\"
The simple but meaningful words etched in the marble pillar captivated Draco as he stood waiting for his girlfriend to show up. He traced the words with his fingers, images of the war flashing through his mind.
He was in the middle of his Sixth year at Hogwarts when the war started, and it had ended five months later at Hogwarts, on the Quidditch Pitch. Voldemort was defeated, all of his Death Eaters turning to ash as he died. Draco remembered that moment vividly; it was his own girlfriend that had cast the curse that ripped Voldemort from this plane of life.
He shook those thoughts out of his head and reminded himself to yell at her once more about her recklessness that day, in the midst of battle, just running up to the Dark Lord and challenging him to a duel.
He had been dating Hermione Granger for the better part of two years. At the beginning of the summer before his Sixth year started, he had wandered into a bookstore in Diagon Alley. While reading the names off the spines of the books, Draco had walked straight into a ladder.
A ladder, which held an employee of the store. It tipped, and the occupant let out a startled cry as she fell. Draco, with his quick reflexes, caught her before she hit the ground. She straightened in his arms and looked up to thank him but the words seemed to die on her lips.
Draco was staring dumbstruck at the witch in his arms. It was Hermione Granger, best friend of Harry Potter and a mudblood to boot. The only person in schoschool to beat his marks every year. He hated this girl, or so he thought.
She looked beautiful, cheeks flushed and chest heaving under her work robes. It felt so good to hold her in his arms and he shocked himself when he leaned his head down and touched his lips to hers briefly. She inhaled sharply and he broke out of his trance, releasing her and fleeing the store.
That night he contemplated his reason for kissing her, and the only thing that came to mind was that he might actually like her. That he really didn’t hate her, or really care that she was a mudblood. And with his father on the run from the ministry, he had no reason not to try and pursue her.
The next day he was back in the bookstore, trying to strike up conversation with the witch. Everyday for a month he came in the store until Hermione gave up trying to be mean to him, and agreed to go on a date with him.
“What are you thinking about?” Hermione asked, coming up to her boyfriend.
“Nothing, what took you so long?” he asked, then leaned in to kiss her cheek.
They linked hands and walked away from the lone pillar, taking the track around the lake.
“Oh, I kept getting held up. It seemed every corner I turned, there was someone there that needed me for something. I’ll be so happy when this year is over.”
Draco smirked, “Three weeks love, then you’ll no longer be Head Girl and you’ll only have me to answer to.”
Hermione smacked him on the arm, “I answer to no one thank you.”
Draco wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her deeply. Hugging her close to his body.
“What was that for?” she asked
“I can’t kiss my own girlfriend?”
“No, that’s not what I meant.”
He grinned at her, “I just miss you is all. You’re always off doing your Head duties.”
“Am I neglecting my other Head duty?” she asked, cupping him through his pants. She pressed her palm flat against his growing hardness and rubbed up and down.
“Well, it has been awhile.”
“Has it?” she asked in a sexy voice that had Draco’s pants tighter around the zipper, “well, I should rectify that situation then.”
She took his hand and began pulling him to the Quidditch locker rooms. They were almost at the door when Hermione heard someone yelling her name. She turned and saw Colin Creevey running toward them. Draco groaned loudly.
“Hey Colin.” Hermione said.
“Professor McGonagall needs you. Something has gone wrong with the Leaving Feast invitations.”
Hermione sighed, “Okay Colin, I’ll be right there.”
Colin took off and she turned to face Draco, who was looking between the locker room and Hermione, an almost sad expression on his face.
“I’m sorry love,” she said, “will you take a rain check?”
“You’d better believe it.”
She beamed at him before turning and running to the castle.
“Shit” Draco cursed when he looked down and remembered the bulge in his pants. He looked once more to the locker room and decided he needed a shower.
Once under the warm shower of water, Draco grasped his erection tightly, moaning as he did so. Bracing himself against the shower wall, he slid his hand up and down his shaft. How he wished it were Hermione’s hands stroking him.
He closed his eyes, picturing her in the shower with him, on her knees with his big cock in her mouth. Her tongue swirling around the head before making its way to the base and back up again. Head bobbing and locking eyes with him, reaching up to cup his balls in her hand.
Draco groaned loudly as he came. The sticky substance covering his hands for a moment before being washed down the drain.
~
Hermione woke the next day to a summons from the Headmaster who needed to see her about a few last minute details about the graduation seating arrangements. As she was leaving his office to go to class, she was suddenly pulled into a dark alcove. She started to scream but a hand clamped over her mouth.
“Shh, it’s me.” Draco said.
She relaxed in his arms and he began sucking and licking her neck. A muffled moan escaped from behind his hand and he grinned, pulling it away from her mouth.
“How about that rain check?” he asked.
The warning bell signaling that it was five minutes until class started rang and Hermione looked at him with a look he knew all too well.
“Yes, class, I know.” He said, “Alright, I’ll see you later?”
She nodded and kissed him once more before they separated.
The two barely saw each other for the next week. Hermione being busy with last minute Head duties and Draco, as Slytherin Quidditch Captain, was training his team hard for the upcoming Quidditch game against Gryffindor.
On the day before the match, Draco was missing from breakfast. Walking over to the Slytherin table she approached Blaise Zabini, a good friend of Draco’s who was talking to Pansy Parkinson.
“Hey Blaise, Pansy, do you know where Draco is?”
Blaise looked up at her, “Ya, he was doing homework the last I saw. He’s been swamped with all the practices he’s been giving the team.”
Hermione nodded, that day was the last day of classes and if you weren’t caught up with your work the teachers would make you sit out the NEWTS and come back during the summer to take them alone.
She of course, was horrified that he had left his homework for the last minute, but having two guy best friends for seven years had taught her how their minds worked. Quidditch first, then homework.
“Well, if you see him, can you let him know I’m looking for him?” she asked
“Sure Hermione,” Pansy said.
Hermione smiled and returned to her breakfast.
She found him walking down the hall to his first class.
“Hey,” She said, leaning in for a kiss.
“Hello doll.”
“Did you get your work done?”
He patted his book bag, “Most of it. I can get the rest done at lunch.”
Hermione frowned, “Well, when can we- have some time?” She asked leaning into him.
He grinned at her, “I’m sorry love, I’ve got practice after school and I’ve ordered the team to be in bed at nine. The match is tomorrow morning, and I always get to the pitch early to warm up alone. After that?”
Hermione stuck out her bottom lip, “So it’s Quidditch, homework, Hermione then?”
He looked confused for a moment before he understood. He pulled her into a tight embrace.
”Don’t be like that. Look, it’s the last game with the team and I’m determined to catch that snitch before Potter.”
Hermione giggled, “I know. Go on, go to class, I’ll see you later.”
She smacked him playfully on the arse as he walked by.
The next morning, Hermione awoke with a brilliant idea. Smiling, she tiptoed out of her room and down the hall to the boy’s dormitory. Creaking the door open, she peeked inside. Every bed in the room had its curtains drawn and there were snore emitting from each one. Quietly walking into the room, she crossed over to Harry’s trunk and opened it.
She found what she was looking for tucked in the corner. Hermione’s smile grew as she ran her fingers over the silky material. Standing up, she tucked the cloth under her arm and made her way to the bathroom to get ready for the game.
An hour before the game, Draco was in the locker rooms meditating. He found that it calmed him, and seemed to make it easier to catch the snitch. He sat focused for a while then something broke his concentration.
The zipper of his trousers was slowly opening on its own accord.
He reached out into the air in front of him, grabbed an invisible substance and pulled it to reveal Hermione on her knees between his legs.
“What are you doing here?” he asked incredulously.
She put a finger to his lips to shush him. Hooking her thumbs in the belt loop of his pants, she pulled them down his legs.
“Hermione!” he yelped, “The team will be here soon!”
She smirked at him and stood, lifting her skirt to show him that she wasn’t wearing any knickers. He was immediately hard and the worries he wanted to voice died in his throat. Hermione took that opportunity to fall back on her knees and take his entire length into her mouth.
He inhaled sharply, resting a hand on her head, totally mesmerized by the feel of her tongue. His head fell back into the lockers behind him with a thud, but he didn’t notice, being too busy tangling his fingers in the head of hair before him.
“Merlin, Hermione.” He gasped before pulling her up.
“What is it?” she asked.
“While I have no objections of letting you milk me for all I’m worth, I’m sure you came here to get pleasured as well.”
He pulled her skirt up again and slid his fingers over her wetness. She moaned loudly as two digits slipped into her opening. Draco grinned and pumped his fingers in and out of her, loving the way she whispered his name as he did so. He rubbed his fingers along her clit and she jumped, taking his hand and pulling it away from her. Hermione straddled him and kissed him deeply as she lowered herself onto his hardness.
“Mm, it has been awhile hasn’t it?” she whispered, riding him, slowly increasing the speed.
“Yes love,” he said panting.
He gripped her hips to help her in her motions. The fear of being caught was turning him on more than he already was and he felt himself growing even harder inside her.
“Fuck, Hermione!”
“I thought that’s what I was doing.”
He laughed, but it turned into a low growl as she began moving faster on him. Her pussy lips squeezed him as she moved, coating his cock with her warmth. Snaking his hands up her torso, he palmed her breasts, massaging her nipples.
Hermione grabbed her shirt and lifted it, giving him better access to the round globes. His mouth immediately attacked them, sucking the nipples in and nibbling them.
“Yes, yes Draco.” She moaned.
By the way she was moving and speaking, Draco could tell she was about to come. Which was a good thing, as Draco didn’t think he would last much longer.
BANG!
Draco covered Hermione’s mouth to muffle her moans as he heard his teammates entering the locker room. He gave her a meaningful look and released her mouth, clamping his hands back on her hips, pushing her down farther, trying to reach the deepest part of her. She leaned forward and bit into his shoulder to stop her screams, her orgasm coming at that moment.
The feel of her squeezing him as she came had him going over the edge as well. He closed his eyes and said her name softly as he emptied inside her. By the time he opened his eyes again, she was gone underneath the invisibility cloak and his teammates were making their way to the back of the locker room. He hurriedly pulled his pants up and went to greet them.
It was that morning, with Hermione’s scent on his clothes and the promise of another meeting with her after the game, that Draco finally beat Harry Potter to the snitch.
The End.
Did you like it?? If so, there is a continuation of this story. Check out First Time For Everything from my author page!
Author: shag_me_draco
Pairing: D/Hr
Rating: R/NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not in anyway own any of the Harry Potter characters. If I did, i certainly would not be sitting at the computer at my job typing this up for free.
AN: This is dedicated to my beta reetinkerbell because #1, she rocks hardcore! #2, I wouldn\'t still be writing if it wasn\'t for her, and #3, because it was her that challenged me to write this. Hope it came out ok, hope you like it!
Responding to Reetinkerbells Challenge #1 at Twilight (http://www.impervius.org/footprints/twilight/)
Elements:
* AU - 7th Year
* The war is over, Voldemort looses and all the Death Eaters are dead. No major losses on the light side.
* D/Hr- Everyone knows, and it\'s all good.
* D/Hr try to find some alone time but keep getting interrupted.
* No HB/HG-Hermione can be HG but without her own room.
* NC-17.
Alone at Last (1/1)
\"IN MEMORY OF ALL THOSE WHO LOST THEIR LIVES\"
The simple but meaningful words etched in the marble pillar captivated Draco as he stood waiting for his girlfriend to show up. He traced the words with his fingers, images of the war flashing through his mind.
He was in the middle of his Sixth year at Hogwarts when the war started, and it had ended five months later at Hogwarts, on the Quidditch Pitch. Voldemort was defeated, all of his Death Eaters turning to ash as he died. Draco remembered that moment vividly; it was his own girlfriend that had cast the curse that ripped Voldemort from this plane of life.
He shook those thoughts out of his head and reminded himself to yell at her once more about her recklessness that day, in the midst of battle, just running up to the Dark Lord and challenging him to a duel.
He had been dating Hermione Granger for the better part of two years. At the beginning of the summer before his Sixth year started, he had wandered into a bookstore in Diagon Alley. While reading the names off the spines of the books, Draco had walked straight into a ladder.
A ladder, which held an employee of the store. It tipped, and the occupant let out a startled cry as she fell. Draco, with his quick reflexes, caught her before she hit the ground. She straightened in his arms and looked up to thank him but the words seemed to die on her lips.
Draco was staring dumbstruck at the witch in his arms. It was Hermione Granger, best friend of Harry Potter and a mudblood to boot. The only person in schoschool to beat his marks every year. He hated this girl, or so he thought.
She looked beautiful, cheeks flushed and chest heaving under her work robes. It felt so good to hold her in his arms and he shocked himself when he leaned his head down and touched his lips to hers briefly. She inhaled sharply and he broke out of his trance, releasing her and fleeing the store.
That night he contemplated his reason for kissing her, and the only thing that came to mind was that he might actually like her. That he really didn’t hate her, or really care that she was a mudblood. And with his father on the run from the ministry, he had no reason not to try and pursue her.
The next day he was back in the bookstore, trying to strike up conversation with the witch. Everyday for a month he came in the store until Hermione gave up trying to be mean to him, and agreed to go on a date with him.
“What are you thinking about?” Hermione asked, coming up to her boyfriend.
“Nothing, what took you so long?” he asked, then leaned in to kiss her cheek.
They linked hands and walked away from the lone pillar, taking the track around the lake.
“Oh, I kept getting held up. It seemed every corner I turned, there was someone there that needed me for something. I’ll be so happy when this year is over.”
Draco smirked, “Three weeks love, then you’ll no longer be Head Girl and you’ll only have me to answer to.”
Hermione smacked him on the arm, “I answer to no one thank you.”
Draco wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her deeply. Hugging her close to his body.
“What was that for?” she asked
“I can’t kiss my own girlfriend?”
“No, that’s not what I meant.”
He grinned at her, “I just miss you is all. You’re always off doing your Head duties.”
“Am I neglecting my other Head duty?” she asked, cupping him through his pants. She pressed her palm flat against his growing hardness and rubbed up and down.
“Well, it has been awhile.”
“Has it?” she asked in a sexy voice that had Draco’s pants tighter around the zipper, “well, I should rectify that situation then.”
She took his hand and began pulling him to the Quidditch locker rooms. They were almost at the door when Hermione heard someone yelling her name. She turned and saw Colin Creevey running toward them. Draco groaned loudly.
“Hey Colin.” Hermione said.
“Professor McGonagall needs you. Something has gone wrong with the Leaving Feast invitations.”
Hermione sighed, “Okay Colin, I’ll be right there.”
Colin took off and she turned to face Draco, who was looking between the locker room and Hermione, an almost sad expression on his face.
“I’m sorry love,” she said, “will you take a rain check?”
“You’d better believe it.”
She beamed at him before turning and running to the castle.
“Shit” Draco cursed when he looked down and remembered the bulge in his pants. He looked once more to the locker room and decided he needed a shower.
Once under the warm shower of water, Draco grasped his erection tightly, moaning as he did so. Bracing himself against the shower wall, he slid his hand up and down his shaft. How he wished it were Hermione’s hands stroking him.
He closed his eyes, picturing her in the shower with him, on her knees with his big cock in her mouth. Her tongue swirling around the head before making its way to the base and back up again. Head bobbing and locking eyes with him, reaching up to cup his balls in her hand.
Draco groaned loudly as he came. The sticky substance covering his hands for a moment before being washed down the drain.
~
Hermione woke the next day to a summons from the Headmaster who needed to see her about a few last minute details about the graduation seating arrangements. As she was leaving his office to go to class, she was suddenly pulled into a dark alcove. She started to scream but a hand clamped over her mouth.
“Shh, it’s me.” Draco said.
She relaxed in his arms and he began sucking and licking her neck. A muffled moan escaped from behind his hand and he grinned, pulling it away from her mouth.
“How about that rain check?” he asked.
The warning bell signaling that it was five minutes until class started rang and Hermione looked at him with a look he knew all too well.
“Yes, class, I know.” He said, “Alright, I’ll see you later?”
She nodded and kissed him once more before they separated.
The two barely saw each other for the next week. Hermione being busy with last minute Head duties and Draco, as Slytherin Quidditch Captain, was training his team hard for the upcoming Quidditch game against Gryffindor.
On the day before the match, Draco was missing from breakfast. Walking over to the Slytherin table she approached Blaise Zabini, a good friend of Draco’s who was talking to Pansy Parkinson.
“Hey Blaise, Pansy, do you know where Draco is?”
Blaise looked up at her, “Ya, he was doing homework the last I saw. He’s been swamped with all the practices he’s been giving the team.”
Hermione nodded, that day was the last day of classes and if you weren’t caught up with your work the teachers would make you sit out the NEWTS and come back during the summer to take them alone.
She of course, was horrified that he had left his homework for the last minute, but having two guy best friends for seven years had taught her how their minds worked. Quidditch first, then homework.
“Well, if you see him, can you let him know I’m looking for him?” she asked
“Sure Hermione,” Pansy said.
Hermione smiled and returned to her breakfast.
She found him walking down the hall to his first class.
“Hey,” She said, leaning in for a kiss.
“Hello doll.”
“Did you get your work done?”
He patted his book bag, “Most of it. I can get the rest done at lunch.”
Hermione frowned, “Well, when can we- have some time?” She asked leaning into him.
He grinned at her, “I’m sorry love, I’ve got practice after school and I’ve ordered the team to be in bed at nine. The match is tomorrow morning, and I always get to the pitch early to warm up alone. After that?”
Hermione stuck out her bottom lip, “So it’s Quidditch, homework, Hermione then?”
He looked confused for a moment before he understood. He pulled her into a tight embrace.
”Don’t be like that. Look, it’s the last game with the team and I’m determined to catch that snitch before Potter.”
Hermione giggled, “I know. Go on, go to class, I’ll see you later.”
She smacked him playfully on the arse as he walked by.
The next morning, Hermione awoke with a brilliant idea. Smiling, she tiptoed out of her room and down the hall to the boy’s dormitory. Creaking the door open, she peeked inside. Every bed in the room had its curtains drawn and there were snore emitting from each one. Quietly walking into the room, she crossed over to Harry’s trunk and opened it.
She found what she was looking for tucked in the corner. Hermione’s smile grew as she ran her fingers over the silky material. Standing up, she tucked the cloth under her arm and made her way to the bathroom to get ready for the game.
An hour before the game, Draco was in the locker rooms meditating. He found that it calmed him, and seemed to make it easier to catch the snitch. He sat focused for a while then something broke his concentration.
The zipper of his trousers was slowly opening on its own accord.
He reached out into the air in front of him, grabbed an invisible substance and pulled it to reveal Hermione on her knees between his legs.
“What are you doing here?” he asked incredulously.
She put a finger to his lips to shush him. Hooking her thumbs in the belt loop of his pants, she pulled them down his legs.
“Hermione!” he yelped, “The team will be here soon!”
She smirked at him and stood, lifting her skirt to show him that she wasn’t wearing any knickers. He was immediately hard and the worries he wanted to voice died in his throat. Hermione took that opportunity to fall back on her knees and take his entire length into her mouth.
He inhaled sharply, resting a hand on her head, totally mesmerized by the feel of her tongue. His head fell back into the lockers behind him with a thud, but he didn’t notice, being too busy tangling his fingers in the head of hair before him.
“Merlin, Hermione.” He gasped before pulling her up.
“What is it?” she asked.
“While I have no objections of letting you milk me for all I’m worth, I’m sure you came here to get pleasured as well.”
He pulled her skirt up again and slid his fingers over her wetness. She moaned loudly as two digits slipped into her opening. Draco grinned and pumped his fingers in and out of her, loving the way she whispered his name as he did so. He rubbed his fingers along her clit and she jumped, taking his hand and pulling it away from her. Hermione straddled him and kissed him deeply as she lowered herself onto his hardness.
“Mm, it has been awhile hasn’t it?” she whispered, riding him, slowly increasing the speed.
“Yes love,” he said panting.
He gripped her hips to help her in her motions. The fear of being caught was turning him on more than he already was and he felt himself growing even harder inside her.
“Fuck, Hermione!”
“I thought that’s what I was doing.”
He laughed, but it turned into a low growl as she began moving faster on him. Her pussy lips squeezed him as she moved, coating his cock with her warmth. Snaking his hands up her torso, he palmed her breasts, massaging her nipples.
Hermione grabbed her shirt and lifted it, giving him better access to the round globes. His mouth immediately attacked them, sucking the nipples in and nibbling them.
“Yes, yes Draco.” She moaned.
By the way she was moving and speaking, Draco could tell she was about to come. Which was a good thing, as Draco didn’t think he would last much longer.
BANG!
Draco covered Hermione’s mouth to muffle her moans as he heard his teammates entering the locker room. He gave her a meaningful look and released her mouth, clamping his hands back on her hips, pushing her down farther, trying to reach the deepest part of her. She leaned forward and bit into his shoulder to stop her screams, her orgasm coming at that moment.
The feel of her squeezing him as she came had him going over the edge as well. He closed his eyes and said her name softly as he emptied inside her. By the time he opened his eyes again, she was gone underneath the invisibility cloak and his teammates were making their way to the back of the locker room. He hurriedly pulled his pants up and went to greet them.
It was that morning, with Hermione’s scent on his clothes and the promise of another meeting with her after the game, that Draco finally beat Harry Potter to the snitch.
The End.
Did you like it?? If so, there is a continuation of this story. Check out First Time For Everything from my author page!