Multicolored Bracelets

Disclaimer: These are not my characters at all, though i wish they were for if they were i would never have to worry about money ever again. however, i do express my liberty to put them into compromising positions. and on a final note, this is my first time ever writing a sex scene, so please tell me how i did. if it's too horrible even for words, please just say so and i'll try to fix it! Grazie!


Pairing(s): Hermione and Draco (duh)
Rating: NC17
Author: cope
Contains: the usual bog on girl sex, but with a kinky twist!

Mulitcolored Bracelets
(1/1)

Her friend Mariah had given them to her for her seventeenth birthday, which they celebrated before she went off to school for the new year, along with the limited edition of the new novel by her favorite muggle author. After the party, the gift had been stowed away in her sock drawer, away from the constant view of parents and other people. Hermione thought that they were a stupid fad to begin with and an absolutely disgusting one for another. To imagine that they were popular with girls as young as six, who didn’t even know the story behind them! It was unimaginable.

And there they stayed until Hermione packed her bags for her final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was that Monday morning while doing some final packing that Hermione even remembered that they were buried under all of her white cotton panties and multicolored socks, seeing them for the first time in months due to the cleaning out of the drawer. She was going to just leave them behind in her dresser, but at the last possible second, she shoved them into her purse and hurried down the stairs for breakfast.

It was only during the car ride to the station that Hermione even really took a good look at them. The rings of colored latex were pretty to look at, though their overall intentions were detestable. However, the more she looked at them, the more she was keeping herself from actually putting one or two onto her slim wrist.

Mariah herself had been wearing a whole armload whenever Hermione had seen her that summer, though they always seemed to be differing in color and sometimes there were more there than there were other days. Mariah had briefly explained the meaning behind the jewelry, always little bits at a time while they were alone without parental prying ears. Hermione had learned that blue meant something different than pink and that if at all possible you wanted to keep black on your wrist. Mariah had also said that, for different groups of people, the meanings were different but all that mattered was what Hermione knew. Although, there was one thing that Hermione had to face when it came to these objects of desire. They were of no use to her at all. It was as plain and simple as that, so why could she not wear them? And to be perfectly honest, they were a muggle fad. Only those who were muggle born of half-blood would know what they were even about and many older people truly didn't care. To many they were just bracelets that spruced up an outfit with their punch of color.

With that, Hermione threw all caution to the wind and wrapped the bracelets around her wrist. Every last one of those pretty, multicolored bracelets now had a new home where they would been seen and admired every day.

* * *

After kissing her parents both goodbye, loading up her trolley with her excessive luggage (mostly books) and boarding the train, Hermione felt no different than she had any other year. The bracelets were displayed proudly on her left wrist and she felt no different than before she put them on. There was no sense of power, no overwhelming knowledge that wasn’t there before. There was only Hermione accessorizing with her clothing. In fact, there was nothing amiss as she greeted her two best friends with hugs and kisses on their blushing cheeks, they didn’t even notice that she was wearing anything new. Not that they ever noticed when something changed about her. After all, it had taken them years to notice her teeth. This made Hermione smile and ultimately forget the meaning behind them and the debating that she had been having with herself over them. There was nothing to ever worry about again.

That is, there was nothing to worry about until Hermione excused herself from the cozy compartment to walk alone to the snake den.

* * *

“Malfoy, we need to go to meet with the prefects right now!” Shouted a very annoyed Hermione Granger at the closed compartment door, where there was not a sound coming from inside. “Malfoy, open the door this minute!”

Truth be told, Hermione had been trying to beat in this particular door for the past twenty minutes without much luck. Either Malfoy was an extremely deep sleeper or he had cast a silencing spell on the entire compartment in order to have privacy with whatever slag he was with at the time being. Right now, Hermione was opting for the latter of the two.

“Malfoy,” She tried one more time, “I swear to God that if you don’t open this compartment this moment I will have to-”

“You will have to do what you crazy bint?” Drawled a superb looking Draco Malfoy, not a hair or article of clothing out of place as he slid the compartment door fully open. He also didn’t have that usual gleam in his eyes. That cold hard glisten that was always there when he was talking down to someone. It took Hermione by surprise from a moment, until that look was replaced by something completely different. It was replaced by a look that said ‘I know something you don’t know’.

“Well, since you have finally decided to grace me with your presence, we should get going. We are already ten minutes late for the meeting and we are supposed to be setting an example for the younger years. So, I suggest that you tell whoever is in there with you to get dressed in her school robes and let us do what we are supposed to do. Is that clear?” Hermione then stood with her feet square and with her hands on her hips and waited for either an answer or motion of any kind towards the front of the train.

“Crystal, oh fair Granger. And take a look for yourself, there is no one in that compartment other than my lovely bird Caesar.” With that there was an appropriate hooting noise that could have come from none other than an actual owl. There in fact were no other noises. Hermione wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or confused. Since when did the infamous Draco Malfoy sit by himself...ever? Even if he ever was without a female within his reach, there was always those two gons Crabbe and Goyle for him to talk to.

“Surprised Granger?” He asked, a smirk placed where a smile would have looked so much better. He also gave her a once-over moving only his eyes, resting his gaze near her abdomen for a slightly longer time than at other places.

“A little.” Hermione admitted, shrugging her shoulders without any real caring in them. After all, she may be a busybody at heart, but she only really pried when it concerned her friends…and the few strangers that she passed on the street…and the new neighbors who moved into the house down the street only a few days ago. But she never pried when it came to people she disliked.

“Well, maybe this will surprise you.” And with that, Malfoy grabbed Hermione by her shoulders and kissed her with all the passion he could muster.

* * *

It was not long after that that the two of them arrived extremely late, together. It was a wonder that the others were thinking of concerning what transpired between the two of them. Ron was shooting daggers at Hermione from across the room, jealousy getting the better of him as always. Hermione reciprocated with sending a hard stare back at him, which made Ron shrink in his seat, a tinge of red creeping across his face in embarrassment and shame.

The meeting didn’t last long after that. Passwords were given out and the date for the next meeting was set for the following Monday. Through the whole meeting, Hermione never looked at Malfoy, she tried to avoid capturing his gaze at all costs.

The truth was that that kiss had left her speechless and wondering. Not to mention completely floored and surprised. Never had Hermione been kissed with such a soft force that made her yield so quickly. That kiss was the only one she had ever had that made her weak in the knees and sick to her stomach at the same time in the good way that was always a fleeting task to be explained.. Her first kiss had been nice. It came from Viktor the night of the ball in fourth year and she had been inexperienced at the time, not to mention that he was much older and incredibly experienced. Then came Ron in the sixth year. They had kissed many, many times and they had even made love together but there had been nothing there. They had decided to break up, saying that being friends was much better for them at the time. And they had been right. It was after their separation that Ron was able to be with Luna and truly find someone he could spend the rest of his life with. It was rumored that he was going to propose before the year was over.

After Ron came a long list of boys who never got past second base, including Ron’s older brother George. In all that time there was never any one who made her feel like this, although George did come close.

‘Perhaps,’ Hermione rationalized, ‘it’s because he’s forbidden to me. He’s the ultimate bad boy.’, as she cleaned up the prefect compartment following the departure of all the prefects. This also left Hermione alone with not only her thoughts, but Malfoy also.

There he was at the other end of the compartment cleaning as she was. Hermione desperately wished that he would say something to her, anything at all, to break the ice. It was then that she was so engrossed with her own thoughts that she never heard Malfoy stop working and walk over to her. In fact, she never knew that he was beside her until she felt a bracelet from around her wrist being ripped off. Suddenly, there it was. A lovely yellow bracelet lying on the dull blue carpet that covered the whole train.

But before Hermione was able to say one word in protest, Malfoy spoke. “That was for before. And now this one is for now.” And with that, a pink bracelet joined the yellow on the ground. Then, her lips were once more attacked, along with her breasts, by Malfoy’s lips and hands.

His hands were creeping over and under Hermione’s shirt, seeking the warmth, which lay under her simple, white cotton bra. It took Hermione completely by surprise at first, but she was soon able to pull herself together, thankfully before Malfoy was able to undo her straps.

Pulling back, Hermione fought off the urge to slap the loathsome creature that was standing in front of her at that very moment. However, there was also a powerful source pulling her back into Malfoy’s warm body, some invisible ties connecting them together at their souls. All it took was a small tug on Malfoy’s part to bring her back into his willing and ready body.

As his smooth hands continued their journey of her body, she found herself slipping into him, wanting him with every fiber of her being. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, tangling her fingers into his baby soft hair. Within minutes, her hands had slipped down to the front of his body and tugged at the shirt which was tucked neatly into Malfoy’s pants and began to deftly undo the buttons. There was no way to describe the feeling that was coursing through her veins. It was burning her up but freezing her to the bone. It was the one scariest thing that Hermione had ever felt. Not even facing the Dark Lord along side Harry and Ron had amounted to this. It was almost hard to breathe and keep herself conscious, but somehow she managed it.

Hermione was able to feel every hair on her body stand on end and she was able to feel every part of Malfoy’s body pressing against hers. She could feel his arousal pressing deeply into her abdomen and she could feel her own arousal spreading through her body like a forest fire. Where was this passion coming from when it was between two enemies?

As Malfoy traced butterfly kisses down her throat and along her collar bone, Hermione gathered her wits long enough to put a silencing spell and locking charm on the door before throwing her wand into a far corner of the room and undoing Malfoy’s belt with such agility that she even surprised herself.

As the obsession rose between the two seventeen year olds, so did the temperature of the room. The windows were soon fogged over and the only light was coming from the dull glow of the fluorescent lighting above. It wasn’t long before Hermione was completely undressed by the hands of the one and only Draco Malfoy and he was the same from her. Their heated bodies were pressed tightly together and they were slowly lowering themselves to the dirty compartment floor as their many hands roamed the large expanse of flesh that was now revealed.

The floor was completely uncomfortable to by lying on in this way and Hermione severely wished that she had a pillow or a blanket to rest on but right now she didn’t really care. All she wanted was for Malfoy to take care of the ache that had developed in her stomach. It was a tight feeling like a clenched fist that was completely pleasurable but she knew would feel better once it was gone and replaced with another sensation. She needed a release from herself. It wasn’t long until some relief came. Malfoy gently entered a finger, and then two, into her aching core. He then began slowly pumping them in and out, taking his time to deliver the most pleasure to her as possible. Hermione could feel herself becoming extremely wet between her parted thighs and was alost embarassed because of it, until Malfoy entered a third finger and stretched her vaginal lips further apart.

Though, as much pleasure Hermione was in, she knew that Malfoy needed something in return. Slowly she reached her hand down to attentively stroke his member, rolling her thumb over the head to spread the pre-cum over his entire length. Hermione was living in the feeling of his silky sotf skin and was having heated images flash before her eyes of having his large cock thrusting into her willing body over and over again until they were both satisfied. Quickly she ran her hand up and down, giving a slight squeeze once in a while, still slightly unsure about how much pleasure he was receiving. however, the moans that were delivered to her from him were enough to know that she was doing something right, and so she continued. But then Malfoy removed his hand from her and stopped her ministrations.

“If you don’t stop I won’t be able to either." he said. And with that he placed himself in between her thighs and quickly pushed himself into her waiting heat, but not before he ripped off one final bracelet and flung it to rest somewhere by the other two.Hermione half-heartedly registered in her brain that there had been no pain at all, but when Malfoy started to pet her with his long finger again, all thoughts other than him went out to window.

Both Hermione and Malfoy moaned their pleasure, gaining in momentum until there was too much to take. Lips and hands were freely roaming the others body, clinging and scratching, biting and sucking on skin. Hermione’s hips were raising to meet Malfoy’s as they crashed down on to her, pelvic bone meeting pelvic bone until there was a burst of color from behind each pairs of eyes.

With a few final thrusts, Malfoy emptied his seed into Hermione’s willing body and then slumped onto her, his weight feeling natular on Hermione's glowing body. "You know Granger, I never took you for one who would wear sex bracelets."

They stayed in that position until they both heard the faint whistle of the engine, telling all that they were soon to reach their final destination. Each had just enough time to change into their school robes and tidy up their appearances, exchanging heated kisses inbetween every action, before the train rolled into the station at Hogsmede. Neither of them stopped to notice which bracelet was pulled off in the throws of their passion that day on the train. But had they of taken the time, they would have seen a bracelet black as night lying right next to the pink and yellow.

After the next prefects meting, which was right after the feast that night, they continued their experimenting with what each of the colors meant. Eventually Hermione needed to owl Mariah for more, since after a few short weeks they all had seemed to disappear.



AN2: this is for all you who might have been confused about the whole bracelet thing. well, as i added above, they are sex bracelets. each color means some different sexual act like kissing, groping, hugging, oral or the full monty. i hope this clears up any confusion made on my part.