All It Took

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Author Notes/Beta Credits: My submission for the Hot Summer Nights Ficexchange over at dmhgficexchange @ livejournal.
Beta credit goes, as always, to my loverly dear Reetinkerbell who without, I would probably be insane. Thanks for putting up with me when I go crazy. :D


All It Took


He saw her walk into the restaurant and he couldn’t stop his mouth from dropping open. His eyes travelled quickly over her. All that hair was done in soft curls and piled on the top of her head, held in place by clips and probably a few good charms. The pale yellow dress she wore clung to her breast and stomach before flaring out slightly at the waist, flowing freely down to her knees. Yellow high-heeled sandals drew his eyes to her feet, and her pedicured toes.

He wanted to put those toes in his mouth and suck on them until she whimpered.

He shook himself from that particular thought, but as he continued to look at her, others like it invaded his mind. He couldn’t help it; Hermione Granger looked good enough to eat. Right there in the middle of the crowded restaurant. He wanted to lay her down on the table, flip her dress up, bend down and just swipe his tongue down her folds. Taste her.

He watched her look around the restaurant and wondered what lucky bastard she was meeting. Her eyes met his and he saw them widen just a margin before she sighed and walked towards him. Coming to a stop in front of his table, she reached out and touched the white rose that he’d just noticed her holding, with the one that was lying on his table.

“Looks like we’re dating tonight,” she said and he realised he’d forgotten why he was there in the first place.

The date. The blind date Greg and Ginny had set him up on. The roses were so that they would know each other. He shook his head in amusement of his two friends’ matchmaking kink, and stood to pull the chair out for her, leaning in a little more then necessary to breathe in her scent.

“Such the gentleman, Draco.” She said it nonchalantly, but he’s known for months that his chivalry turns her on.

Hermione confided to Ginny, who after making him swear an oath of silence told Greg, who naturally told Draco, who grinned for days…

Taking his seat once more, he regarded her thoughtfully, “You don’t seem surprised at this.”

She waved her hand as if waving off the statement, “I’m surprised it’s taken them this long actually,” she said.

“You don’t mind that they set us up?” he asked, curious.

He poured a glass of wine and passed it across the table as he studied her. Not that he’d never thought of asking her out on his own, he’d just always assumed that she would turn him down, afraid of ruining the tentative friendship they had almost started.

The only time they really saw each other was when Ginny and Greg decided they wanted to have a night on the town with their best friends. And that didn’t happen as often as he’d like it to. He had never been alone with Hermione before. Ever.

“No, I don’t mind. I’m sure we’ll have a good time.” She grinned and sipped on the wine.

He pictured her on her knees, grinning up at him like that right before she took his cock in her mouth.

“You’re fucking sexy,” he knew he said it out loud when her eyes darkened and heat rushed to her cheeks.

“A really good time,” she amended, and sent him a look that had his cock jumping in his pants.

Interesting, he thought. He didn’t think he’d ever get to have the opportunity to have her underneath him in his bed, clawing at his back. It was one of his favourite fantasies.


He had to remember to take Greg out to lunch and to send Ginny flowers.


~*~


He didn’t know how he made it through dinner without plucking her out of her chair, throwing her over his shoulder and Apparating directly to his bedroom.

Every time she put a forkful of food into her mouth she would close her eyes and moan quietly; as if the meal was the best she’d ever had and she wanted to savour it. Her head would tilt back slightly and his eyes would roam approvingly from the top of her neck and down to the valley of her breast, just visible before the bodice of her dress began. When she opened her eyes again, they’d lock on his and she’d give him a smile he would have never thought her capable of before this night.

At least the conversation kept his mind off his dick for the most part. He was surprised at the similarities they shared, the common interests they both had. What he was most surprised at though, was her sense of humour. He hadn’t really expected her to have one, but she understood - and laughed at - jokes that no one else he knew could get. Her laugh was contagious as well, and dinner ended with silly joke telling, and what he liked to consider ‘clever banter’.

The laughing continued as he walked her home and when they reached her door, he was sure he could see every tooth in her mouth from how wide her smile was. Her entire face was red, and he suddenly wondered if the rest of her body was as well.

“You look so sexy, all flushed like that,” he said huskily.

The laughter stopped abruptly; her hand went to her throat and her eyes darkened in lust.

“That turned you on, didn’t it?” he asked, licking his lips.

He pulled her hand away and traced a path from her neck to the bodice of her dress with a finger.

“I’ve wanted you for years, you know, I’ve wanted to back you up against a wall and pound into you so many fucking times.”

Her breath hitched and she let out a soft moan.

“All you have to do is say the word. Say it, Hermione, and I’ll make this a night you won't soon forget. A night neither of us will forget.”

Her eyes flicked from his, to his lips and she whispered his name. He took that as the word he was looking for and crashed his mouth onto hers.

They stumbled into her flat, kicking the door closed behind them. Hermione grabbed both sides of his shirt and pulled it apart, the buttons flying off in different directions, immediately sucking his nipple into her mouth, flicking it with her tongue.

He hissed and turned her around. Pulling her back against his chest, he dragged his hands up her thighs; clutching the material of her dress in his hands as he lifted it off of her. She shivered as she was bared, wearing nothing but her white cotton knickers underneath her dress.

His hands shook slightly as they moved over her stomach and to her breasts; she moaned and squirmed against him, making him want to bend her over immediately and pound into her from behind, get lost in the feel of her around him.

His lips found her neck and her head fell back against his shoulder as he nibbled on a sensitive spot just above her collarbone. One hand drifted down into the waistband of her knickers, barely brushing over her clit but making her tremble all the same.

“Mmm,” he hummed into her ear, “Already so wet for me, aren’t you?”

His fingers dipped into her heat, and then brought the juices back up to her sensitive nub, caressing it before pulling away and tearing the piece of cotton from her body. Turning her back around to face him, Draco captured her mouth with his, pressing her body close to him as he walked them towards the bed.

The back of Hermione’s knees hit the mattress and she sat down automatically. Draco pushed her to lie on her back, and then dropped to his knees on the floor. Pulling her body down the bed, he wrapped her legs around his neck, finally feasting his eyes on her.

The only hair was a thin strip directly above her folds, the rest was bare, wet and ready, her clit engorged and throbbing. He licked his lips, “Look at that pretty pussy,” he breathed, before stroking his tongue down the centre of her folds.


~*~


The owl pecking him on his arm woke him up barely an hour after they had fallen asleep. It had been understandably hot in the room so he had opened the window before passing out in Hermione's bed, next to her already sleeping form. He seriously regretted that move now as the bird almost tore off a chunk of his forearm.

Snatching the post from the carnivorous owl - which he'd recognized as the personal owl of his boss at Gringotts - he stood from the bed, crossing over to Hermione's desk to read the letter. Apparently the Goblins at the Gringotts branch in Italy had decided to lock up the bank, tired of the way witches and wizards treated them as lesser beings, and go on strike until something was done about it.

Unfortunately it fell to him, the International Liaison for Gringotts Wizarding Bank, to be the one to have to deal with it all. The portkey that was enclosed with his orders was set to leave three minutes before six in the morning. That only left him a little more than four hours with Hermione.

Hermione. Should he wake her up when he left? Write her a note explaining things? Was note writing too much of a “boyfriend thing” to do? He wondered what Hermione would think if she woke up to a cold bed, with no trace of him left. He didn't really care what she thought, though, did he?

Admittedly, he did care. He didn’t want her to think he was cold hearted, that he didn’t care if she was hurt or not. Shaking his head, he crawled back into bed beside Hermione. He'd figure it out later.

He looked over at her, his eyes following the contours of her bare skin as she lay on her side, her back towards him. Reaching out a hand, he brushed it down the length of her body until he reached the sheet draped over her waist and pulled it off. He wasn't about to waste any time.

His cock stirred to life just looking at her and all he could think about was slipping inside her wetness. Gently, he pushed at the back of her thigh, making it slide forward and over her other leg, and in the process, revealing her glorious quim.

On its own accord, his hand went right for her folds, finding her clit and rubbing it slightly. He stopped quickly when she moaned, and resumed when she didn’t wake. Scooting closer to her, and after checking to be sure her eyes were still closed, he positioned himself and slid slowly into her, groaning at the heat and wetness that sucked him in deeper.

Placing a hand on her hip, Draco began to thrust, slowly at first and then picking up a rhythm as his hand ran up her body to cup her breast. It was then he realised Hermione was awake and that she was pushing back to meet his hips. She looked over her shoulder at him, a sleepy moan in her throat, bottom lip sucked into her mouth.

Draco growled and pulled out. He pulled her to the centre of the bed and had her up on her hands and knees in seconds, plunging back into her from behind. He smiled when he heard his name spill from her lips. He knew she felt every inch of him as he thrust inside her, the veins that ran down the length of his cock rubbed against her clit with every stroke.

She cried out when he spanked her, and again in surprise when he leaned over her back, cupped her breasts and lifted her body into an upright position against his chest. Securing her against him with one arm stretching down her torso, fingers dipping into her folds, running along the lips that were still filled with him, and his other hand wrapped gently around her neck, he began rocking slowly, reaching deep inside her.

His mouth latched on to the side of her neck, sucking and biting at her skin, leaving marks that were sure to last a few days. She whimpered and came, her walls clenching his cock, squeezing it, milking it as her juices surrounded him. His hold on her tightened and after another few thrusts, he stiffened and let go, emptying every last drop of his seed into her womb.

He woke her twice more that night, and worshipped her body like he would a goddess, memorising every inch of her skin with his fingers and tongue. Watching her through hooded eyes when she came, her entire body flushing when she reached her peak, moaning his name into the night.

Fifteen minutes before his portkey was to be activated, he carefully pulled his arm from under her body and stood from the bed. Her eyebrows crinkled and she frowned in her sleep, turning over onto her other side as he pulled the blankets around her. He ran the back of his hand gently over her cheek before crossing over to her desk, grabbing a quill and parchment, and walking out her bedroom door.


~*~


He woke with a name on his lips that died before he could voice it. Shaking his head to clear it, he got up and crossed the gradually lightning hotel suite to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and stepped into the spray, tilting his head up so the water would hit him square in the face.

He’d dreamt of her every night for a week and a half. Curly light brown hair done up in bouncy pigtails, grey eyes, and a smile that melted his heart. A small girl he’d never seen before called to him while he was sleeping, and he would chase her - laughing - through a never-ending field of daisies until he woke.

As he scrubbed his hair with shampoo, his thoughts drifted to London, or, more specifically, to Hermione. He thought about her more and more each day he’d been gone. He wondered what she was doing at the moment, and briefly considered sending her an owl before dismissing the idea quickly.

He didn’t want to seem as if he missed her after all.

Wait, did he miss her? The warm water beat down on his head, rinsing the soapy suds from his hair. Absolutely. He most definitely missed Hermione Granger and the first thing he was going to do when he saw her was snog her senseless. And then he wouldn’t let her go. Ever. That thought had him laughing aloud in the misty bathroom.

He hadn’t seen that one coming.

The night he spent with her kept running through his mind, making it hard for him to do the work he’d been sent to do. He felt so much passion from her, for her, he couldn’t explain it. He’d known he was attracted to her but he didn’t stop to think that it might have been something more. He wanted there to be something more now.

He wondered if she ever thought about him. Wondered if she’d let him kiss her when he saw her next. What would she say if he told her he wanted a relationship with her? A frown crossed his face as he recalled a distant memory of an angry witch slapping him; calling him foul and loathsome.

And then his mind switched back to the little girl from his dreams. And he smiled.


~*~


“’I was wondering what you were doing later?’ No, no… ‘Let’s shag baby?’ Oh she’d really hate me if I said that. ‘Hermione, I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately and I wanted…’ No, that sounds too much like a Weasley.” He ran a frustrated hand through his hair and stared at the door of Hermione’s flat, trying to get a grip on himself. “’Granger, I want to be with you.’ ‘Look, will you be my girlfriend or not?’ Oh, Merlin…”

He sighed and raised his hand to the door. It opened only moments after he knocked and after two and a half weeks, there she was. Finally.

“Hi,” he said, strangely nervous.

“Hi,” she replied quietly.

"How are you?" he asked. He noticed that she looked tired, like she hadn’t had a decent nights sleep in a few days.

"I'm fine."

He was beginning to rethink his plan. He didn't know why he thought he'd come back and they'd be together, be a real couple.

“I – er,” Bloody hell, he was stuttering, Malfoys did not stutter! He cleared his throat and began again in a stronger voice, “You found my note, didn’t you?”

She looked to the ground and back up at him. The motion was somewhat endearing and he felt the corners of his lips tug up into a slight smile. This seemed to motivate her to speak for after that words started tumbling out of her mouth faster than he could process them.

“I thought you’d left. I mean to say; I thought you’d left...me. But then, yes, I did find your note on the table. I wish I knew why I was so happy that you’d left one. I thought about it for hours, but then, I said ‘bugger the reason why’. Then I wondered if there would ever be the possibility of you and me, you know…. I didn’t know what you’d think about me thinking that so I tried not to think of it at all, but I couldn’t help it.

“Then I decided that I might as well try to talk you into there being …something… between us because – well - because I honestly like you. A lot. I like how I feel when I’m around you. Even before the date, when you were around I felt something that’s kind of hard to explain so I wont even try to. But now I feel like we ought to at least see what could happen – well, that is to say if you’re feeling anything like I’m feeling.

“I thought you leaving that note instead of just being gone might have meant something but then I didn’t hear from you, you didn’t write me at all and I figured I wouldn’t see you for a long time. But now here you are, and before you’re gone again I have to know if we can be together. It’s not like we’d be ruining a great friendship or anything seeing as how we were barely friends anyway, but it’d be great if we could, you know, fall in love and live happily ever after.” She paused slightly, “I found out I’m pregnant, you see, and I kind of want our child to have its father around.”

She stopped then and sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, biting on it and wringing her hands together. It took a minute for his brain to process everything that she said and when he got to the end, he could do nothing but stare at her in shock.

She was going to have his child. Was that what she said? Might he get to be a family with her? Would he get to see the tiny girl with curly brown ringlets and brilliant smile that he kept dreaming of? Was it she who was growing inside Hermione at this exact moment?

His eyes flicked down to her stomach and back to her worried eyes.

"You're going to have my baby?" he asked, astonished.

Welcome home, Draco.

Her head dipped down as if she were suddenly shy, "It certainly seems that way." She looked back up at him, "Look, I know that I'm not the ideal person you'd choose as the mother of your children, but - ”

He cut her off. “Did you want to try something, you know, between us, even before you found out?” He had to know.

“Yes, I’ve wanted to for quite some time. I never thought it would work out until we had dinner that night. And now, well, I think we could work well together, I think - well, to really be honest, I don’t know what I'm thinking any more," she finished with a sigh.

"I know what I'm thinking," he said, then leaned down and kissed her.

Children, she had said, as in plural. Whether she had meant to sound willing to have more of his babies or not, he was going to marry this woman.

[end]


STORY REQUEST
BRIEFLY describe what you'd like to receive: Hermione/Draco set up on a blind date by well meaning friends/relatives. Please include at least some smutty talk, or better yet actual smut.
What rating would you prefer? Any
Deal Breakers (what don't you want?): OOC Fluff, no white clouds, angels singing, gushy declarations of undying love. A little fluff is okay but no singing.