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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult ++
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1
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12,888
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20
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Second Hand Goods
Second Hand Goods
Author: Fiona (redwitchire@yahoo.co.uk)
Disclaimer: All things HARRY POTTER belong to JK Rowling, Bloomsbury and a whole load of other people that aren’t me. (Sigh) I’m just borrowing them.
Rating: Hard R
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Author’s Note: Written for the super fast exchange, the details of the request are at the end.
Please read and review if you have the time.
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Chapter 1/1
“Harder,” she groaned. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the headboard harder, the leather of the straps securing her to the bed were digging into her wrists. She glanced over her shoulder to the man pounding into her from behind.
He tightened his hands on her hips and thrusted harder into her, delighting in the slightly pained moan she gave. “Beg,” he said through gritted teeth, pulling back and slamming his cock into her over and over, “beg for it Granger.”
No words came, only gasps and moans. Draco slowed down the movement of his hips, teasing her with his strokes.
“Bastard,” she hissed, trying to push back against him.
“Now, now, as bad as dear ole Lucius was, he did have the decency to marry mother before getting her pregnant,” he said, rotating his hips so the tip of his cock teased her. “You know the rules Granger, you set them.”
“Insufferable prat,” she muttered.
His hands left her hips and cupped her breasts, kneading and squeezing the soft mounds before pinching her rock hard nipples.
“Merlin,” she panted.
“No Malfoy,” he growled into her ear before running his tongue around the shell, “come on, lose the Gryffindor pride, say it.” His mouth moved down her neck to her shoulder, where he bit her gently, rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “You want it so badly, don’t you? He can’t give you want you need, only I can, say it or we stop now.”
Hermione shook her head.
With a smirk Draco dropped his hands from her breasts and allowed his cock to slip from her.
“NO,” she cried out, looking over her shoulder to see him lazily stroking himself.
Merlin he loved her like this, all wet and needing him to fuck her. He could see her pussy leaking profusely, her body taut with desire and lust, for him. This was her game, their game, despite how much they cared about each other when they met in this hotel it was Malfoy and Granger both still filled with animosity for each other, yet unable to deny the passion and want.
He kneeled behind her once more, smirking at her sigh of relief. He did not enter her again; instead he ran his fingers up and down the swollen lips of her sex. “What do you want?” he whispered, his lips grazing over her back as his thumb rubbed her clit.
Hermione opened her mouth but all that came out was a moan.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, rubbing the head of his cock up and down her slit. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you properly.”
“DAMN IT MALFOY, JUST FUCK ME,” she screamed.
“With pleasure Granger,” he growled and thrust hard into her.
“YESSSS,” she groaned, pushing back as he fucked her hard and fast.
Draco thanked all the deities he knew that she had given in, because he wasn’t going to last much longer himself. Her pleas and groans grew louder as she got closer, he could feel her tighten around him.
“Let it go Hermione,” he panted, “Let it go…” And with one particularly hard thrust she came, gushing over his cock and squeezing it tight with her vaginal muscles.
He muttered a quick spell to untie her hands and flipped her over onto her back and began pumping into her fast, her pussy still contracting around him. Her hands moved to his ass and she kneaded and rubbed the firm globes as he strove towards his own release.
They stared into each other’s eyes, their breaths mingling as they panted. Hermione brushed his hair back from his eyes, “come,” she whispered, “come.”
With a roar of her name Draco came hard, flooding her insides. He collapsed on top of her, breathing hard as his cock continued to shoot into her.
For a moment neither spoke or moved, they just let themselves slowly come down from their releases.
“Filthy mudblood,” Draco murmured after a moment, his tone teasing.
“Ferret face,” replied Hermione, smiling as she relaxed her arms and legs from his body.
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Over the next few hours they fucked and fucked, stopping only for a few moments now and then to catch their breaths and replenish their energies.
They didn’t talk about anything. They never did. It was just meet and fuck. Sometimes they would take each other hard, calling each other names they had exchanged during seven years of Hogwarts. Other times it was slow and intense. It was those times that brought her the most shame, the times they would whisper words of love, whisper promises of being together forever.
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She stood in the small bathroom, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She could hear him moving around in the bedroom. Sighing she ran a hand through her unruly curls.
“Whore,” she whispered at her reflection and then spat at the mirror, sneering as the spittle rolled down.
When she entered the room Draco was standing there adjusting his robes. “Same time next Friday,” he said.
Hermione nodded.
“She’s pregnant, did you know that?” he said conversationally.
“Yes, 18 weeks I believe.”
They stared at each other for a moment. “Next Friday,” she muttered, and then kissed him on the cheek and left the room. She hurried down the corridor and just as she was about to apparate doubled over as the effects of the potion wore off.
A few moments later Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy stood where Hermione Granger was seconds earlier. Wiping furiously at the tears filling her eyes Pansy apparated back to Malfoy Manor and her non-existent marriage.
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Back in the hotel room Harry Potter buried his face in his hands as his own Polyjuice potion wore off. He knew these meetings were wrong but this was the only way to *have* Hermione, and if he had to *look* like Malfoy to do it he would.
Taking deep breaths to compose himself he apparated to his own house and back to life as the famous Harry Potter with his beautiful wife Ginny Weasley until Friday when he’d meet her again in that dingy hotel room.
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When Pansy got back to the manor she made straight for her room. But as usual she took a detour passed Draco’s. As she got closer to the door she could hear them, the moans and gasps, the words of love, the breathy whispers of each other’s name. Normally he would have silencing spells and locking charms all over his room while he was fucking *her*, but today he had expected Pansy to be out for the day shopping.
‘Don’t do it… just keep on walking,’ she told herself even as she stopped in front of the door, ‘don’t torture yourself.’
She closed her eyes, fighting back tears as the moans got louder. Her hand reached out and turned the doorknob; she pushed the door open slightly. The scent of sweat and sex assaulted her and she could hear the creaks coming from the bed.
She couldn’t actually see the bed but the large mirror on the wall showed her what was going on.
Draco was on his back, panting hard as Hermione rode him. His hands were on her hips, guiding her movements. Pansy bit back a sob as she watched Draco lovingly cup the witch’s breasts.
“Oh Draco,” she heard Granger moan.
“Gods Hermione I love you,” Draco said, one hand moving to the soft swell of her stomach, rubbing it gently, picturing the child that was growing inside her womb… their child.
Pansy’s hand flew to her mouth and she bit her knuckles to prevent herself from making a noise, not that the pair on the bed would hear her anyway. She backed away, not bothering to close the door, it was over, and she knew it.
She ran to her room and threw herself on her bed. With Lucius dead, and Narcissa living the life of the merry widow in Europe there was nothing keeping Draco married to Pansy. And as he had coolly informed her as of yesterday there was no way his and Hermione’s first child would be born a bastard.
‘You will be looked after financially of course,’ he had said, ‘and you can have your pick of any of the houses with the exception of the manor.’
“I don’t want the money or the houses,” she whispered to herself, “I want you Draco.”
She reached out and grabbed the ornate jewellery box from the table beside her bed; opening it she saw that it was now only a third full with strands of Hermione’s hair. She would have to make sure it was filled before she left the manor, and it was always so easy to find around Draco’s bed and bathroom.
“Second hand goods, that’s all I am and that’s all I’ll ever have,” she muttered to herself and clutched the box to her chest as the tears fell.
The End
REQUEST FOR:
Name/Pen Name: gryfforin
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What you don’t want your gift to include:
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Author: Fiona (redwitchire@yahoo.co.uk)
Disclaimer: All things HARRY POTTER belong to JK Rowling, Bloomsbury and a whole load of other people that aren’t me. (Sigh) I’m just borrowing them.
Rating: Hard R
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Author’s Note: Written for the super fast exchange, the details of the request are at the end.
Please read and review if you have the time.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Chapter 1/1
“Harder,” she groaned. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the headboard harder, the leather of the straps securing her to the bed were digging into her wrists. She glanced over her shoulder to the man pounding into her from behind.
He tightened his hands on her hips and thrusted harder into her, delighting in the slightly pained moan she gave. “Beg,” he said through gritted teeth, pulling back and slamming his cock into her over and over, “beg for it Granger.”
No words came, only gasps and moans. Draco slowed down the movement of his hips, teasing her with his strokes.
“Bastard,” she hissed, trying to push back against him.
“Now, now, as bad as dear ole Lucius was, he did have the decency to marry mother before getting her pregnant,” he said, rotating his hips so the tip of his cock teased her. “You know the rules Granger, you set them.”
“Insufferable prat,” she muttered.
His hands left her hips and cupped her breasts, kneading and squeezing the soft mounds before pinching her rock hard nipples.
“Merlin,” she panted.
“No Malfoy,” he growled into her ear before running his tongue around the shell, “come on, lose the Gryffindor pride, say it.” His mouth moved down her neck to her shoulder, where he bit her gently, rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “You want it so badly, don’t you? He can’t give you want you need, only I can, say it or we stop now.”
Hermione shook her head.
With a smirk Draco dropped his hands from her breasts and allowed his cock to slip from her.
“NO,” she cried out, looking over her shoulder to see him lazily stroking himself.
Merlin he loved her like this, all wet and needing him to fuck her. He could see her pussy leaking profusely, her body taut with desire and lust, for him. This was her game, their game, despite how much they cared about each other when they met in this hotel it was Malfoy and Granger both still filled with animosity for each other, yet unable to deny the passion and want.
He kneeled behind her once more, smirking at her sigh of relief. He did not enter her again; instead he ran his fingers up and down the swollen lips of her sex. “What do you want?” he whispered, his lips grazing over her back as his thumb rubbed her clit.
Hermione opened her mouth but all that came out was a moan.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, rubbing the head of his cock up and down her slit. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you properly.”
“DAMN IT MALFOY, JUST FUCK ME,” she screamed.
“With pleasure Granger,” he growled and thrust hard into her.
“YESSSS,” she groaned, pushing back as he fucked her hard and fast.
Draco thanked all the deities he knew that she had given in, because he wasn’t going to last much longer himself. Her pleas and groans grew louder as she got closer, he could feel her tighten around him.
“Let it go Hermione,” he panted, “Let it go…” And with one particularly hard thrust she came, gushing over his cock and squeezing it tight with her vaginal muscles.
He muttered a quick spell to untie her hands and flipped her over onto her back and began pumping into her fast, her pussy still contracting around him. Her hands moved to his ass and she kneaded and rubbed the firm globes as he strove towards his own release.
They stared into each other’s eyes, their breaths mingling as they panted. Hermione brushed his hair back from his eyes, “come,” she whispered, “come.”
With a roar of her name Draco came hard, flooding her insides. He collapsed on top of her, breathing hard as his cock continued to shoot into her.
For a moment neither spoke or moved, they just let themselves slowly come down from their releases.
“Filthy mudblood,” Draco murmured after a moment, his tone teasing.
“Ferret face,” replied Hermione, smiling as she relaxed her arms and legs from his body.
--------------------------------------------------
Over the next few hours they fucked and fucked, stopping only for a few moments now and then to catch their breaths and replenish their energies.
They didn’t talk about anything. They never did. It was just meet and fuck. Sometimes they would take each other hard, calling each other names they had exchanged during seven years of Hogwarts. Other times it was slow and intense. It was those times that brought her the most shame, the times they would whisper words of love, whisper promises of being together forever.
-----
She stood in the small bathroom, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She could hear him moving around in the bedroom. Sighing she ran a hand through her unruly curls.
“Whore,” she whispered at her reflection and then spat at the mirror, sneering as the spittle rolled down.
When she entered the room Draco was standing there adjusting his robes. “Same time next Friday,” he said.
Hermione nodded.
“She’s pregnant, did you know that?” he said conversationally.
“Yes, 18 weeks I believe.”
They stared at each other for a moment. “Next Friday,” she muttered, and then kissed him on the cheek and left the room. She hurried down the corridor and just as she was about to apparate doubled over as the effects of the potion wore off.
A few moments later Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy stood where Hermione Granger was seconds earlier. Wiping furiously at the tears filling her eyes Pansy apparated back to Malfoy Manor and her non-existent marriage.
-----
Back in the hotel room Harry Potter buried his face in his hands as his own Polyjuice potion wore off. He knew these meetings were wrong but this was the only way to *have* Hermione, and if he had to *look* like Malfoy to do it he would.
Taking deep breaths to compose himself he apparated to his own house and back to life as the famous Harry Potter with his beautiful wife Ginny Weasley until Friday when he’d meet her again in that dingy hotel room.
--------------------------------------------------
When Pansy got back to the manor she made straight for her room. But as usual she took a detour passed Draco’s. As she got closer to the door she could hear them, the moans and gasps, the words of love, the breathy whispers of each other’s name. Normally he would have silencing spells and locking charms all over his room while he was fucking *her*, but today he had expected Pansy to be out for the day shopping.
‘Don’t do it… just keep on walking,’ she told herself even as she stopped in front of the door, ‘don’t torture yourself.’
She closed her eyes, fighting back tears as the moans got louder. Her hand reached out and turned the doorknob; she pushed the door open slightly. The scent of sweat and sex assaulted her and she could hear the creaks coming from the bed.
She couldn’t actually see the bed but the large mirror on the wall showed her what was going on.
Draco was on his back, panting hard as Hermione rode him. His hands were on her hips, guiding her movements. Pansy bit back a sob as she watched Draco lovingly cup the witch’s breasts.
“Oh Draco,” she heard Granger moan.
“Gods Hermione I love you,” Draco said, one hand moving to the soft swell of her stomach, rubbing it gently, picturing the child that was growing inside her womb… their child.
Pansy’s hand flew to her mouth and she bit her knuckles to prevent herself from making a noise, not that the pair on the bed would hear her anyway. She backed away, not bothering to close the door, it was over, and she knew it.
She ran to her room and threw herself on her bed. With Lucius dead, and Narcissa living the life of the merry widow in Europe there was nothing keeping Draco married to Pansy. And as he had coolly informed her as of yesterday there was no way his and Hermione’s first child would be born a bastard.
‘You will be looked after financially of course,’ he had said, ‘and you can have your pick of any of the houses with the exception of the manor.’
“I don’t want the money or the houses,” she whispered to herself, “I want you Draco.”
She reached out and grabbed the ornate jewellery box from the table beside her bed; opening it she saw that it was now only a third full with strands of Hermione’s hair. She would have to make sure it was filled before she left the manor, and it was always so easy to find around Draco’s bed and bathroom.
“Second hand goods, that’s all I am and that’s all I’ll ever have,” she muttered to herself and clutched the box to her chest as the tears fell.
The End
REQUEST FOR:
Name/Pen Name: gryfforin
Your LJ Username: gryfforin
E-mail: gryfforin@gmail.com
Are you over seventeen?: Yes\'m.
Rating(s) of the fic you want: R-NC17
Rating(s) you’re willing to write: PG13-NC17
3 - 5 Things you want your gift to include:
1. Kink (I\'ll leave this to the author\'s discretion)
2. Time shown without the kink (fighting, snuggling, whatever... just some non-smut moments)
3. some kind of twist about the fic. (i.e. Dream/Time Turner/Death just some for instances)something that will surprise the reader and is not obvious in the story until the end.
Disclaimer: Ummm, those are the only requests I could think of that I\'d like. If they\'re too specific or difficult just give me something that YOU\'RE happy with. I just finished torturing myself over an exchange fic, I don\'t want to put anyone else through that.
What you don’t want your gift to include:
too much fluff or nothing but smut. Try to keep them in character