Ophidia in Herba

Title: Ophidia in Herba
Author: KurtCouper
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Hermione/Draco
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
Summary: Draco beats Hermione at a grade. Vanilla smut.

He was sitting at the mahogany desk, the wood chair poised on its hind legs. A distracted look replaced his archetypal smirk on his haughty face as he balanced a quill on the tip of his index finger. Books were lying haphazardly on top of the desk; Hermione Granger wanted nothing more than to knock him out with one of them. Instead, she slammed the door shut, startling him, and making him fall to the ground.

The chair was laying beside him, his body tangled underneath it, looking at her in surprise. A hint of a smirk touched his lips and she hated him even more then. Scowling, she threw her books down on a side table and sent him a dirty look.

Getting up, dignifyingly brushing his slacks for wrinkles, his smirk grew. "Angry at anything, Granger?" he asked.

If possible, her glower became more intense behind the frays of her thick waves. Her hands were folded across her chest, sapphire ink-stained finger pads digging into her side.

"What would I have to be angry about, Malfoy?" she questioned crossly, biting the inside of her cheek so she couldn't say anymore.

An amused chuckle graced the air, coming from his thick lips. Putting the chair back upright, Draco relaxed against the wooden surface, crossing his feet at the ankles. She, on the other hand, stayed dreadfully still, trying to stay composed.

"Oh, I don’t know..." he drawled lazily. “Maybe it's because I got the highest grade on our Transfiguration test today."

Her body stayed unmoving, yet with his eyes, he could see a bulging vein in the side of her neck. Irritation and fury washed over her. She forced her tongue against the top of her mouth, applying pressure along with clenched teeth, and raised her chin. Shaking her head, she said nothing.

"A bit sour, are we Granger?" he grinned while stretching his arms behind him with intertwined fingers.

"You have no clue what you're talking about, Malfoy," her voice wasn't hiding her conquered feelings.

The blonde's delight seemed to grow. "It just east you alive doesn't it?"

Raising a graceful eyebrow, she tilted her head, halfway interested. With a tapping foot, she motioned him to continue. "What does?"

He left the chair, and moved over to the wall opposite of where she was standing. Shedding his loosened tie, he unbuttoned his crisp, white shirt, draping it open to show his ribbed undershirt.

"Knowing that a Pureblood once again put a Mudblood back into their place-"

A muscle in her left eye twitched and her clenched hand, straining the muscles in her fingers, yearned to strike.

"Second place," he finished.

Her eyes blazed with frenzy, before she quenched them down. There was nothing she could do or say to retaliate that he couldn't counter with a retort or insult. Routed, she turned her head so she couldn't meet his pleased eyes and walked away.

His voice stopped her: "What did you get on the exam anyway, Granger? No one would tell me."

Resting against her door frame, she hung her head. "That's because I didn't tell anyone."

"Why not? Embarrassed that I beat you?" he smiled, walking towards her idly.

She turned around and he was surprised to see unshed tears glistening in her chocolate eyes. Never before had he seen her cry before, figuring she thought herself too good to do so in his presence. Her lower lip was slightly quivering and she was heatedly blinking back the tears.

"Why are you doing this, Malfoy?" she sighed. "If you're so against Mudbloods, why do you find such pleasure, taking so much of your pressure pureblood time, harassing me?" she asked while biting the edge of her lip.

His eyebrows furrowed as he tipped his head. "What are you talking about?"

"You just don't understand...," she trailed off. "Look. Malfoy I'm glad that you got a good grade and all. But can you please stop rubbing it in my face," she pleaded and continued on her way to her room.

With quick movements, he caught her wrist before she entered her haven, and forced her up against the stone wall. Her thin form installed against his, making his face quite close to hers since he held both wrists by a warm hand above her head. Auburn tresses flew into both of their faces. As he breathed, the aroma of coconut and lime hit his senses and he inhaled deeply. The tips of his fingers drew from the left side of hairline to her right gathering loose hairs, until he tucked them all behind her ear.

"Tell me what I don't understand," he commanded in a gentle voice, each word causing his breath to rush against her creamy face.

Uncertainty douched her features before she closed her eyes to calm herself. Though she tried, he wouldn't lessen his clutch of her arms. Licking her lips slowly, then dragging it threw her teeth, Hermione met his gaze. He applied more pressure to her wrist, influencing her to talk.

"Mal-Draco," she started, finally relaxing into his seizure.

"You have almost everything. You're affluent and prosperous, able to buy anything at any moment’s notice. You know you're extremely handsome-all the girls, and some boys, in Hogwarts and most of England knows that. If you stopped trying so hard working on cheating tactics in Quiditch and start practicing your moves, you could really win against Gryffindor. You're incredibly intelligent and I know if you just would try to study, you could easily beat any of my grades. And to top it all off, you're Head Boy, Slytherin, and Pureblood."

"You don't care if you hurt anyone's feelings, and you're spontaneous, and handsome. You're too confident for your own good, and you have that whole I-don't-give-a-bloody-fuck attitude. All the things I wish I could be..."

He gazed at her, mesmerized by her lips as she spoke. A giant grin smothered his sneer when the brunette called him handsome-twice. He noticed, for the first time, exactly how she had grown from the petite girl into the woman underneath him. She was still quite shorter than him, at least by a head, but he could feel dainty curves underneath her robe. Her face had filled out more, rounding out more, escaping from the slight bony figure that it once held. Even her hair had matured into fuller waves, not being as bushy as it once was. Straight teeth were in place of the buck ones she used to hold. She wasn't gorgeous, not like Pansy or Hannah, but she didn't try. He was sure, not that he cared, that she could look just as pretty as them if she bothered with cosmetics or fashion magazines, practicing other beauty rituals that most witches did.

She looked away from him, but he found her eyes again. "It's why I hated that you got better than me, you have all of that. All I have is my brains." Taking a breath, she turned her eyes so she stared over his shoulder. "And you took that away from me." Pausing to think everything over, she continued, "And I swear to Merlin, that if you ever use this against me, I'll deny anything."

Narrowing his eyes as if judging her, Draco released her arms and stepped back a step. She quizzically appeared at him.

"I don't have everything," he contradicted, his voice cold. He shoved his hands into his pockets. "You have just enough traits that I'm jealous of and you're a Mudblood-a vile creature lower than dirt."

Flames of hurt reflected into her eyes and she backed away further from his hold. Hermione couldn't even think about how much his words just wounded her.

"No... That’s not what I'm saying you are," he cleared up, backing her against the wall again, stopping her from escaping by resting his weight against his extended arm. "That's what I've been told Muggles were-horrible creatures that weren't worth anything. TO just think, I envied you. Do you know how wrong that felt?" He licked his bottom lip and moved his stare to her eyes. "Not only were you Muggle, someone to despise, but you had Magic ability in your veins, dirtying up the power."

"It killed me to know you were so much better than half of the purebloods here. You just exceeded everyone with your perfect grades and paraded around with Potter and the Weasel like it didn't matter that you were dirty. I desired your friendships and your relationship with your parents. You never tried to get into my favor or anyone’s, for that matter. You out-anything I've ever done and you could care less of how you came off appearance wise, letting your smarts compensate. I never had the luxury."

Her large, almond shaped eyes peeked at his diverted gaze that was rapt with the wall above her. Resting her weight against his arm, she gave a small smile.

"I guess that grass isn't always greener on the other side, eh?" she slightly chuckled. With his confused glance, she rolled her eyes. "Muggle saying, sorry."

A smile tugged on the corner of his lips as he stared down at her. Her own beam was contagious. Tucking back some more hair that escaped her ear, he cupped the protruding bone of her jaw.

Before she could protest or stop him, he grabbed her parted lips with his, sweeping her up into a soft kiss. His tongue traced the outline of her mouth, slipping it in when she gave a surprised gasp. It took a while for her to recognize the fact that Draco Malfoy was kissing her, massaging his tongue with hers. She ran her shaky hands through his long, silky hair, bringing him closer to her. But too soon after she responded into the kiss, he broke off, tenderly sucking on her bottom lip.

"Merlin," she murmured, both set of lips colliding with each other.

He rested his forehead against hers, steadily breathing, matching her labored pants. They were both quiet for a while, busy staring at each other’s lips. Draco's hair was disheveled, his eyes cloudy with something dark, and a hint of rose was colored onto his lower cheeks.

"Why did you do that?" she asked, nervously playing with a button on his open shirt.

Tracing the opening of her mouth with the pad of his thumb, he stroked the cherry-stained flesh there. She melted into his touch, warming his pale arms with her hands.

"Because I wanted to. Why did you kiss me back?" he whispered, lightly pulling on her earlobe with his teeth. He trailed tiny, open mouth kisses down her jaw line, until he got to her chin.

Slipping his hands into the shoulders of her robe, he pushed it off, landing into a heap on the ground. She was left in her blouse and skirt, her bosom heavily pushing against the fastened buttons. He ran a hand up and down her side, slightly pausing to caress the underside of a breast before stationing her head.

"What would you do if I kissed you again?"

Catching his stormy gray eyes, she wrapped her thigh around his upper leg, pulling him close. "I don't know if I could stop," she admitted shyly in a deep voice, but was interrupted by the blonde's urgent kiss.

He slowed down once he slid his tongue into her mouth, taking his sweet time tasting her. A hint of salt rushed to his awareness and he was absentmindedly reminded of her tears. Hesitating faintly, he halted his roaming hand and bore into her eyes which held an apprehensive and timorous feel.

Her body tensed as he stopped. "Why are we doing this?" she asked again, all of her confidence draining from her, leaving nothing but insecurity. She cupped her fingers under his chin and then placed her thumb against his lips, shushing him. "We can't... It's not right," she murmured confused.

Embracing the pad of her thumb, gracefully he licked over her fingerprints, sucking on the skin. Draco raked his top set of teeth against the nail.

"I thought you envied my spontaneity," he smirked, tracing the side of her finger with his tongue. She nodded dumbly, leaning into his support. "Then why don't you try it." He pulled her closer, becoming one again. "I'll teach you everything I know. And you'll be lying if you say you don't want to learn..."

Wrapping his arms atop the swell of her arse, he grinded his hips against her own pelvis. A surprised gasp left her lips when she felt the hardness positioned at her core.

"And if Hermione Granger is anything, she's curious of knowledge."

She didn't meet his glance; instead she pushed his button-up off his broad shoulders, watching the soft linen pool to the floor. His body had grown since fist year, she mused while staring at his muscled arms. Years of Quidditch has done him good.

Uncertainly, she hooked a finger in a belt loop, jerking him towards her further. Running her thin hands under his wife-beater, feeling the expanse of his tight chest, she met into his lips.

"Why don't you educate me then?"

He crooked his lips into a diverted smile and guided her hands to take his ribbed tank off. Calloused fingers ran up her smooth leg, drawing lazy circles on her thigh underneath the pleated skirt.

His flesh was smoother than she thought it would be as she explored his body some more. It was also warmer than she expected, figuring it would be just as cold as his eyes reflected, but it wasn't. It was then, she realized, that he was extremely passionate; everything he ever done was with abhor, whether it was stationed in abuse or grades or whatever.

Gentle sucking on her collar bone interrupted her thoughts, bringing her to the wonderful present. One hand was discovering the lacy edge of her knickers while the other was in her wild hair, fingering the silken curls there.

"Oh Draco!" she moaned while he nipped the soft flesh of her slender neck.

Stopping his ministrations, he intensely looked into her eyes with heavy lids. "Say it again."

"Say what?" she questioned.

"Say my name."

He exited his hand from her waistband and moved it to her shirt, unbuttoning it quickly. A dark green, satin bra was left in its place, setting off her complexion beautifully. Dipping his head to the cups, he tongued the harden peaks against the fabric.

"Draco," came her raspy voice, "Draco!"

Without taking off her bra, he trailed his tongue down to her nipple, swirling around it. The moist trail he left behind sizzled against her hot, smooth flesh. He nuzzled his cheek on the swell of her bosom and unhooked the prongs of the offending material.

She felt exposed and bare against his heated stare, acting as if she was a prey of some sort. Swiftly, he kneaded the uncovered breasts, relishing in the feel of her mellifluous globes. He left the rigid peaks indifferent, ignoring them greedily.

"Please, Draco," she begged, a soft whimper escaping her parted lips.

Agreeing to her silent wishes, he flicked the nipple with the tip of his tongue, then brining it into his mouth, sucking on it. Draco continued his actions to the other breast, smiling around it when hearing her demure mewls.

"Yes," she moaned, rubbing the tender flesh on his back. "I need..."

He dipped his mouth lower, kissing down the way of her stomach. "What do you need?" he asked against her flesh, tickling it.

"I don't...I don't know," she confessed. "I just need something."

With shaky hands she unbuttoned his pants, finding the simple task difficult under the pressure. Grasping her hips with both hands, he pushed away, her fingers still on the flaps of his slacks.

"I need you," she whispered and bit the inside edge of her lip.

Startlingly he clashed their topless bodies together, holding her tight with his arm wrapped around her waist. She cried out under the feeling of fevered flesh against her. He, also, grunted at the sensation of her hard tips smashing into his chest.

Draco dragged them both into his room, Hermione tracking kisses across his chest, tentatively licking at his own nipple. He came to a halt before the bed, her body in front of his own.

"Are you sure?" he asked, caressing her sides with her hands. From behind he cupped her breasts, then tailed back down to her bare legs, kneeling while doing so.

Her arse was directly above his head; her skirt exposed the lacey white knickers that covered herself. Warming her toned legs with the palms of open hands, he led up her skirt, massaging the cheeks of her arse. The direction of his hands changed as he turned them around her hips and to the front of her. She trembled as his fingers outlined the edge of the lace, resting her weight into his.

"Oh yes," she said, her voice mainly breath. "I'm sure."

After palming her mound, creating friction against the hidden curls, he released his hands from under her, and unsnapped the material from her slender waist. She turned around and shakily gazed into his opaque eyes that burned her like flames. Next, she unzipped his slacks; the sound taking over both of their senses. He swore that everything went into slow motion until he felt her tiny hands pushing down the pants. The blonde could hear her take in a breath at the tent he created underneath silken boxers.

Hermione laid down, her back hands held her weight, while Draco crawled to her and straddled her legs.

An unknown feeling situated in-between her legs, a tingling of sorts, as she stared at the ardent expression on his face. A spot of color spread from his cheeks to his chest, seeming almost like a blush. Capturing a fervent kiss, she snuck her hand down his torso until she lightly touched a path against his member.

He grunted, while grinding his pelvis into her hand. "Oh gods."

Before she could explore his manhood, he took her hands into his and kissed the tips of her ink-stained fingers. She flowed them through his disheveled hair that rested above his shoulders and smiled nervously.

"I don't know what to do."

He seized her mumbling, swollen lips once more before sucking on her tongue. "Just lay back," he assured. "Let me teach you how to feel."

With his weight on his hands, he inched away from her mouth, making her whimper from the loss of his comforting mass. Swirling his tongue around her navel, he reached a hand below him and slipped a finger into the side of her knickers,

"Draco!" she cried, feeling a lone finger sketch out her nether lips.

She was extremely wet, the material drenched between her legs. Draco groaned against her belly, her body shaking with vibration, as he brought the dripping finger back to his lips, tasting the sweetness he could only describe as Hermione Granger.

"So ready for me," he stated greedily and situated his face above the musky sent she was leaking.

His nose nestled between the parted lips, nudging her swollen bundle of nerves. She let out a delicious noise from the back of her throat while he breathed her in. Hooking his fingers into the top of her knickers, he slithered them down her tightly pressed legs, then pushed them between his mattresses for later.

As he towed himself back over her, he dragged the tips of his fingers along the inside of her leg. "Open for me," he insisted. "Let me get you prepared for what's to come."

Timidly, Hermione lessened the grip of her thighs which let him easily part them. Stopping once he reached her center, he entered a finger into her, hissing at the awareness of her heat surrounding him.

"Gorgeous," he persisted as he stared up at her hooded eyes. Her cheeks were blushed in fervor and his marks on her collarbone and neck were starting to appear.

Draco sped up his thrusts into her quim while he added a second finger. Her muscles were stretching well around him, but he wanted to give her enough pleasure before it became painful.

"Please," she implored, the muscles tensing in her body. "I'm so close."

He angled his fingers so with each thrust, he rubbed against her g-spot. Keeping the same rhythm, he joined his tongue to his finger, rimming her hot opening then plunging it inside of her.

Her toes curled when she felt something wet enter her and was quite surprised to open her eyes and find it his tongue. His eyes smirked up at her as they locked onto each other. Finding his bare leg, she massaged the back of his calf with her heel, rubbing it tenderly-coaxing him softly. Draco could sense her climax was approaching soon, so he grated his teeth against the small bud, and then soothed it with twirls of his tongue.

The orgasm rushed over her like a wave of flames, starting slowly as smoke, then progressing quickly into a full range fire; burning her alive. "Oh. Oh. Oh Draco," she sobbed, her body quaking around his mouth.

He continued to slurp her essence as she calmed, but remembered to leave enough to keep her lubricated for more. His heart quickened its pace as she opened her eyes with a content smile upon her face. Her hand reached towards him and pulled him towards her by his head, arresting his lips with hers.

"So good," she smiled and sucked his lower pout into her mouth. "But I want to learn more..."

With new-found confidence, she slid her hand to the bulge underneath his silky black boxers. Stroking his harden member outside the silk, she caressed his skin.

"Yes," he hissed, guiding her hand around his shaft. "Don't waste me though," he stopped. "I want to be in you."

She nodded with a sly smile and slipped the only clothing shared between them off his hips. Once he was free of the confides of clothing, his errection sprung out, intimidating her. Never seeing a naked man in real life before, she inquisitively stared at his member. Veins bulged around the shaft, creating a porn road map leading to his tip. Lightly tracing one into his blonde curls, she licked her lips.

Draco laid her down again and situated her feet flat on the bed, her knees bended. Her stomach quivered in anticipation as he hovered his lips above her.

"This might hurt," he stated, "But I'll try to be gentle."

To reassure both of them, she gently tasted his bottom lip. He groaned into her skin as he positioned himself outside of her core. Sucking a strip of honeyed flesh beside her collar bone, he gently bit into the skin while he thrusted inside of her. A tiny cry situated in the back of her throat as he tore through her broken maidenhood; it didn't hurt as bad as she thought it would.

He paused once in her, hissing at the scorching tightness around him. After her muscles stretched enough, he cuddled his forehead against his endearment of possession.

"Please," she whispered, running her hand down his neck.

He nodded into her skin. Giving her one last kiss on the side of her mouth, he said, "I'll take good care of you."

Balancing his weight against her bended knees, he slowly pushed into her tight quim; he filled her completely. After she got used to the sensation, she begged for it faster, and he complied. The sounds of slick flesh slapping together drifted into the room. Soon they were both lost in the ardor. She raised her pelvis to meet each thrust, causing his member to hit her cervix, filled to the hilt. Hermione could sense his rough pubic hair scraping and gnashing against her sex.

"So bloody good," Draco groaned as he felt his balls tighten, ready for release.

He could tell she was close again from her suddenly tense form. Subdued, strangled cries escaped from the back of her throat and he realized that they were undoubtedly more sexy and arousing than Pansy's or Hannah's extravagant and possibly overly-dramatic screams and pants. With each forceful thrust, her bottom lip would quiver and she'd meet him full way, crushing them both beyond the oblivion.

"Yes Draco! Yes!" she exclaimed, her arms thrown behind her.

The muscles in her arse clenched together as she floated into the stars. Her orgasm hit her more like a brick wall this time; rendering her into a concussion and likely to cause brain damage. Wildly, her inner muscles tightened around him, forcing his own orgasm to appear. With his own stiffened body, Draco still continue to drive into her as he spurt his ardent seed into her, her core milking as much as she could squeeze from him. His eyes fluttered into the back of his head for a few seconds until he finally finished emptying himself into her.

"Gods yes, Hermione," he groaned and pulled out from her comforting embrace. He rubbed her twitching stomach with his palm, hoping to calm and soothe some of her muscles.

A lazy smile jerked onto her lips as she heard her name tumble from his own. Still on her orgasmic high, she greedily licked a salty patch of flesh near his neck. After gentle nibbling and a bit of sucking, she finished her work of art, producing her type of possession that countered his own that he so edaciously graced upon her body.

Basking in a soothing silence, she satisfiedly drew abstract shapes around his hip bones. "If this is what spontaneity brings, then I think I like it," she chuckled.

"I think I like it too," Draco admitted and kissed the tip of her nose.


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So it's sort of OOC, but whatever. I wrote this a while ago.