I Can Fly!

Title: I can fly!

Author: ShagmeDraco

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: Draco/Hermione with mentions of Blaise/Ginny

Summary: Hermione wants to conquer her fear, will she get to or will she be distracted?

Disclaimer: I don't own.

Author notes:I wrote this for Reetinkerbell cuz she wrote me one. This is the first thing I’ve written since Going Down in May and I feel sort of… strange posting it lol, don’t ask why because I really couldn’t tell you! So anyway, this was from a challenge from Twilight, Ree’s D/Hr site. I’m sorry about the summary, you should all know by now that I truly suck at them!

Now that this fic has been betaed, I can thank my beta, Reetinkerbell herself, for always reading through my stuff when I ask her to, no matter what movie happens to be on TV. Lol!

I Can Fly (1/1)


It was dark. Hermione stood in the middle of the Quidditch Pitch next to a school broom she took from the changing rooms. She was about to do the unthinkable; she was going to fly. In all her seven years at Hogwarts, she had only done it once, during the first flying lesson on her twelfth birthday. Now, as every Seventh year was in the Great Hall celebrating their last night as students, she was going to conquer her fear of flying.

Maybe conquer was too strong of a word for what she was planning. She was just going to go up, fly a lap around the Pitch, and then come back down. After all, she didn't want to die on her graduation night.

“Up!” she said firmly, her hand stretched over the broom.

It wobbled a bit, and then lay still on the ground once more. Not to be deterred, she said the command again and was rewarded by the broom jumping up into her hand. She smirked at it, remembering a time earlier that year in the library, when Blaise Zabini had said that she’d never get a broom off the ground.

She had been studying with Ginny and the red head’s Slytherin boyfriend when Draco Malfoy had come around, talking to Blaise about an upcoming Quidditch game. Ginny had gotten involved in the conversation while Hermione continued to study alone. At Draco’s question as to why Hermione wasn’t joining in the conversation, Ginny had loudly announced that Hermione couldn’t fly and therefore had no interest in the game. After that, the two boys never missed an opportunity to tease her about it.

Gathering up her dress robes, she swung a leg over the broom, gripped the handle and pushed off the ground lightly. The broom rose two feet in the air and she squealed in delight. She took a deep breath and slightly pulled back on the handle. The broom tilted upward and slowly rose to ten feet. Her heart started to hammer in her chest as she looked out toward the lake, wishing she had the courage to go up higher and see the view.

She never noticed Draco walk onto the pitch with his broom slung over his shoulder. She didn’t see him standing directly under her, grinning as he looked up her robes.

“Oi, Granger! What do you think you’re doing?” he yelled.

She was so startled that she tipped backwards and fell right off the end of the broom. Before she had time to think about the pain she was about to endure, she was caught in his arms. On the verge of hyperventilating, she buried her face in his neck without thinking. He set her down on her feet gently, and then brought his arms around her, pulling her close to his body.

She clutched the front of his black dress robes, taking in his scent as she breathed deeply to calm herself. When she stopped shaking, she pushed him away from her.

“What did you do that for?” she asked.

“I didn’t do anything!”

“You scared the wits out of me you prat! You made me fall off the broom!”

Draco grinned at he. “I made you?” He shook his head. “Its inexperience that made you fall off.”

“If you hadn’t come out here screaming at me, I would have been fine.”

“Don’t kid yourself Granger, everyone knows you can’t fly. You should be grateful that I was here to catch you when you fell.”

“Just because I choose not to do something, doesn’t mean I can’t,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you telling me that you can fly?”

“Of course I can.”

He picked up his broom from where he dropped it on the ground and held it out to her. “Care to prove it?”

Biting her lip, she took the broom and studied it and the man in front of her. She knew that he was trying to scare her into admitting that she couldn’t fly. Months of studying alongside him together with Ginny and Blaise had taught her that he liked to push her buttons. Sometimes, she thought, he went well out of his way to do so.

She pushed the broom back into his hands and sighed loudly. He smirked at her before swinging his leg over the broom and holding out his hand to her. She looked at it, frowning.

“Come on,” he said, wiggling his fingers at her.

“Come on, what?” she asked.

“Come fly with me,.” he said simply. When she didn’t react he grabbed her hand in his, pulling her closer. “I wont let you fall.”

She knew he wouldn’t. The two had become pretty friendly in the last year, mostly studying together for classes and the N.E.W.T. exams. If it hadn’t been for Draco, Hermione probably would have broken down from the stress. He could tell when she was overdoing herself and made her take regular breaks from her books, going as far as physically dragging her from the library to walk around the lake.

He flirted with her shamelessly during their frequent times together, and she, however un-Hermione like it may sound, flirted right back. She liked the fact that he liked her and that he didn’t ever try to hide it.

She looked from the hand that held hers into his grey eyes and smiled at him before she climbed up onto the broom in front of him. He put his hands at her waist and pulled her back into him, wrapping an arm around her firmly. She blushed at their closeness, feeling his hard body through both of their dress robes.

Closing her eyes, she remembered another time when she had felt his body pressed up against hers. She had just left the library from a study session with him, Blaise and Ginny. Hermione had been a little stressed out at the time, as the N.E.W.T.’s were coming up quickly and Blaise and Ginny simply hadn't understood the fact that she couldn’t get much studying done while the two of them were fighting for domination of each other’s tonsils.

Draco sat close to her, hovering over her Potions notes as she'd taken in the scene in front of her. She had scolded Ginny numerous times about snogging in the library, and reminded her that just because she didn’t have any exams to cram for, didn’t mean that Blaise could skive off his study time. She'd stood up suddenly, overcome by the sounds coming from the couple slobbering all over each other and stuffed her books and parchments into her bag. She left the Potions notes on the table for Draco to look over, and stalked out of the library without a word.

He’d caught up to her in the hallway and without saying anything, he had pressed her against the wall with his body, and his mouth immediately covered hers. She'd been shocked at first, but soon relaxed against him, opening her mouth under his when his tongue sought entrance. His hand cupped her face, caressing her cheek before lightly trailing down her neck, down her sides and to her hips, where he pulled her against him. She'd felt his arousal pressing against her before he released her, almost abruptly. He had winked at her and given her her notes back before walking away

“Open your eyes, Granger,” Draco whispered in her ear, bringing her back to reality.

She hadn’t realized she'd closed her eyes and when she opened them again, she began to shake uncontrollably. Draco had flown them high into the air, higher then Hermione ever imagined she would be. She felt as if she could reach up and touch the clouds.

“Down, Draco. I need to get down!” she said, nearly frantic.

He tightened his hold on her. “You’re fine, I’ve got you. Just calm down.”

“Please,” she whispered.

“No,” he said firmly. “Just relax.”

Hermione closed her eyes again and took a few deep breaths. Without seeing how far above the ground she was she was very comfortable, sitting in front of Draco the way she was, with his arms wrapped tightly around her. She sighed and leaned back against his chest.

He chuckled. “All right, now open your eyes again Hermione.”

She did, slowly, and whatever anxiety she felt, disappeared at the feel of Draco’s hand gently caressing her stomach. She shivered as he brought his hand up to cup her breast through her robes. Hermione moaned softly when he gently squeezed the round globe before bringing his hand back down to her hips where he pulled her even closer to him. She felt his hardness against her bottom and she turned her head so she could look at him.

She could tell by the look in his eyes that he was going to kiss her and she wasn’t disappointed when he dipped his head and captured her lips. Her mouth opened under his and he pushed his tongue inside as his hand came up to cup her breast again. Moaning, Hermione arched her back, reaching behind her to pull his head closer.

The rain drop that landed on her nose brought her back to her senses, and she realised that she was a hundred feet in the air and only holding on to the broom with one hand. Squealing, she brought the hand that had wrapped around Draco’s neck back to the broom handle. He laughed into her neck as he steered the broom back toward the ground as the rain began to fall on them.

Landing gracefully, he helped her off the broom and took her hand, running his thumb across the back of it lightly.

“Thank you, Draco, for taking me up,” Hermione said.

“Anytime,” he replied huskily, his eyes dark.

“We’d better get inside before we’re drenched.” She pulled her hand out of his and turned to leave when he pulled her back against him.

He grabbed her shoulders and turned her around, kissing her again. Hermione’s hands came up to wrap around his neck as he deepened the kiss. She moaned when his hands came down to her arse and lifted her up. Her legs went around his waist automatically and he started walking toward the changing rooms, his broom still lying on the Pitch, forgotten.

Slamming the door behind them, Draco set Hermione down and pressed her against a wall. He had her face in his hands, bending down to claim her mouth before she stopped him.

“Draco, what are you doing?” she asked, clearly aroused.

“Giving us what we both want.”

He kissed her then, so deeply that it felt like her knees would give out any second. His hands gently caressed her sides and then slipped into her robes, pulling at the ties until it loosened enough for him to put his hands on her bare breasts. His hands felt cold on her hot skin and her already hard nipples hardened even more when his fingers found them, pulling on them gently.

One of his hands found hers and he guided it to the tent in his robes, fastening her hand over his long, thick and very hard cock. Hermione’s thighs trembled when she felt him throb against her hand. With his hand still over hers, he slid it up and down his cock once, shuddering.

His hand dropped and dove back into her robes, opening them completely. He hooked his thumbs in the waistline of her panties and pulled them down her legs, straightening as she stepped out of them. Draco’s eyes roamed over her body as his hand ran down her stomach and straight into the nest of curls at the apex of her thighs. He found her sopping wet and let his fingers glide over her clit and down into her folds.

“Don’t you want this?” he asked.

Hermione could barely breath, her hand stroked Draco’s cock on her own accord, in time with the strokes his fingers were doing in and around her dripping cunt.

“Yes, Draco,” she whispered.

He was suddenly on his knees in front of her, pulling one of her legs over his shoulder. Hermione gasped as his tongue went straight for her clit, running circles around it before licking down her folds. She was glad she had her back to the wall or she probably would have fallen over at the glorious sensations that washed through her.

His tongue went up and down her folds, in and out of her drenched pussy, licking every inch of her that he could reach. His hair was fisted in her hands as he sunk one and then two fingers into her. His mouth had just found her clit again when she came, biting her lip to keep from screaming out.

Draco was still lapping up her juices when she lowered her leg from his shoulder and sank down to the floor in front of him. He sat back a bit and spread his legs out, giving her room on the floor.

Hermione crawled in between his legs and opened his dress robes. Before he had a chance to question her, she sucked his full length into her mouth. He arched off the floor from the suddenness of his whole cock in her mouth and settled back down as she let it come slowly out of her mouth. She licked around the head, flicking her tongue over the tip before taking it back in, running her tongue over the veins and contours of his cock. Her hands came up to rub all over his chest then back down to his cock to stroke the bits that became visible after leaving her wet mouth.

Draco grabbed her arms and pulled her up, dragging her up his body until she lay over his cock and pushed her back onto him. His cock eased halfway into her and they both moaned loudly at the feeling.

“Gods Hermione, but you’re fucking tight,” he said lowly, grunting. “You’re not a virgin are you?”

“No,” she panted.

She sat up on him and raised her hips so his cock was almost out of her before plunging back down until she was full of him.

“Oh my God, Draco,” she moaned.

He filled her so completely, she wasn’t sure if there would be any room to move. All she could feel was him pulsing inside of her. His hands came to her hips and he lifted her up, looking into her eyes as he brought her back down on him. She couldn’t help it as she came again, groaning out his name.

Draco sat up still buried deep inside her, the new angle causing him to go even deeper. Hermione moaned and her walls squeezed his cock, still contracting around him from her orgasm.

He leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth, twirling his tongue around it. The hand that wasn’t holding her up came around to massage her other breast, and she pulled his head up to kiss him, tasting herself on his lips.

Holding her tightly to him, Draco got up on his knees and put her back against the wall again. Breathing hard, he pulled back, the length of him sliding out of her, slick with her juices, before thrusting back into her. Hermione’s fingers dug into his shoulders as he began moving inside her with long, slow, deep penetrating thrusts.

His mouth moved from hers, down to her neck and back again while his hands traveled over her body. Across her back and up her spine into her hair as he kissed her before pulling back. He watched her face as he caressed her breasts, her throat, back down her sides and over her hips.

Hermione could feel her third orgasm quickly building as she watched his hand run down her stomach. Before his fingers reached the top of her pussy, she exploded, crying out his name. She felt his cock throb inside her as he pounded into her a few more times, holding her hips tight against his as he emptied every drop of his seed deep into her.



~*~



“I can’t believe this is the last time I’ll be riding the Express with you guys,” Ginny said as the train rolled out of Hogsmeade Station. “It’s like, the end of an Era.”

Hermione agreed with her friend absently as her mind was still on the night before. Even though she hadn’t seen Draco again, she was happy that they had had that time in the changing rooms. She wondered where he was at that moment and was slightly confused at the emptiness she felt at the thought of not getting to see him everyday.

The compartment door slid open and all conversation stopped. Hermione looked up and found Draco’s grey eyes staring at her. She looked around and found everyone else’s eyes on her too, as if waiting for an explanation. Draco stepped into the compartment and pulled her up, crushing his lips to hers.

She heard Ron’s gasp of astonishment and Ginny’s quiet giggle. Draco released her and looked around at the people she was sitting with, particularly Harry and Ron.

“Excuse me gentlemen, but you’ve had her to yourselves long enough.” He kissed her nose and turned her toward the door. “She’s mine now.”

The End.

Challenge No. 3; Graduation Night.

- Draco/Hermione

- As the "title" suggests; It should be on Graduation Night.

- The Quidditch Pitch during the evening/night.

- Summer Rain.

- Mentions of Harry/Luna, Ron/Pansy and/or Blaise/Ginny.

- No HG/HB - Hermione can be HG, but then Draco can't be HB.

- "Its like, the end of an Era."

- NC-17