Logged On

Title: Logged On

Author: ashleyfanfic

Rating: NC-17

Chapter: 1/1

Summary: An Instant Message conversation leads to some fun...

Note: This has been tickling the back of my head for days. It's just a bit of fun, really. Follyofyouth and booksandcleverness are just names I decided would make good names for Draco and Hermione. I DO NOT ADVISE you to IM these names because there's no telling who you'll get. I repeat, I made the names up!!



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Follyofyouth would like to send you a message



Follyofyouth: What are you doing?



Booksandcleverness: Who is this?



Follyofyouth: Answer my question first.



Booksandcleverness: I’m doing research. Now, tell me who you are.



Follyofyouth: Where’s the fun in that. Let’s draw out the suspense, shall we?



Booksandcleverness: I don’t have time for this.



Follyofyouth: Come on, it won’t take you long to guess.



Booksandcleverness: I have a hunch.



Follyofyouth: Do you? Well, let’s hear it.



Booksandcleverness: The thing is, the person I think you might be would never own a computer.



Follyofyouth: Why is that?



Booksandcleverness: He says that technology from the muggle world is merely an instrument of the devil.



Follyofyouth: That’s a bit harsh.



Booksandcleverness: His words, not mine.



Follyofyouth: So, you assume I’m a man.



Booksandcleverness: Aren’t you?



Follyofyouth: Well, you did guess that one right. Tell me more about this man you think I might be.



Booksandcleverness: He’s very arrogant.



Follyofyouth: That’s it?



Booksandcleverness: Well, he does have the right to be arrogant. He’s incredibly good looking.



Follyofyouth: Oh? Is he your beau?



Booksandcleverness: Who uses that word anymore?



Follyofyouth: That didn’t answer my question.



Booksandcleverness: That’s because I’m not sure of the answer.



Follyofyouth: Why is that?



Booksandcleverness: He’s also very vague.



Follyofyouth: Vague?



Booksandcleverness: About our relationship, or if we even have one.



Follyofyouth: Have you shagged him?



Booksandcleverness: How is that your business?



Follyofyouth: I’m just going to let you know whether or not you’re in a relationship.



Booksandcleverness: And how can you do that?



Follyofyouth: If you answer my questions.



Booksandcleverness: Fine.



Follyofyouth: Have you shagged him?



Booksandcleverness: Yes.



Follyofyouth: More than once?



Booksandcleverness: Yes.



Follyofyouth: Do you dine out?



Booksandcleverness: Yes.



Follyofyouth: Has he met your family?



Booksandcleverness: On accident.



Follyofyouth: Accident?



Booksandcleverness: We sort of bumped into them while we were having dinner.



Follyofyouth: How did that go?



Booksandcleverness: Awkward.



Follyofyouth: Ah. Have you met his parents?



Booksandcleverness: Unfortunately.



Follyofyouth: Why do you say that?



Booksandcleverness: His parents don’t exactly approve of me.



Follyofyouth: Then they clearly don’t know you very well. You’re very bright.



Booksandcleverness: Hmmm.



Follyofyouth: What’s that hmmm?



Booksandcleverness: Nothing, just thinking.



Follyofyouth: Of?



Booksandcleverness: Going to see him.



Follyofyouth: Miss him, do you?



Booksandcleverness: You’re very interested in a relationship I could possibly be in with someone else.



Follyofyouth: Just checking out my competition.



Booksandcleverness: Oh, is that what you’re doing?



Follyofyouth: It is indeed. Do you love him?



Booksandcleverness: …



Follyofyouth: What? What was that?



Booksandcleverness: That was …



Follyofyouth: Yes, I mean, what does … mean?



Booksandcleverness: It means I don’t know if I should say. What if this man doesn’t love me back?



Follyofyouth: I think you might find he’ll surprise you.



Booksandcleverness: How would you know?



Follyofyouth: Man’s intuition.



Booksandcleverness: Oh, and that’s never wrong.



Follyofyouth: Do you?



Booksandcleverness: Yes.



Follyofyouth: Really? So I have no hope then?



Booksandcleverness: None.



Follyofyouth: Shame.



Booksandcleverness: It is.



Follyofyouth: Would you humor me by telling me what you’re wearing?



Booksandcleverness: A t-shirt



Follyofyouth: That was either a really long pause or you’re going to make me a very happy man.



Booksandcleverness: How happy?



Follyofyouth: Don’t tease. Let’s move to safer topics.



Booksandcleverness: Okay.



Follyofyouth: What are you doing research on?



Booksandcleverness: That’s not a safe topic.



Follyofyouth: Why?



Booksandcleverness: Because of what I’m doing research on.



Follyofyouth: Which is?



Booksandcleverness: Sexual positions.



Follyofyouth: …



Booksandcleverness: Okay, now what did that mean?



Follyofyouth: It meant I had too many thoughts running through my head to pick just one.



Booksandcleverness: Thoughts about?



Follyofyouth: Helping you along with your research.



Booksandcleverness: You’re speaking to me as if you know me.



Follyofyouth: I do.



Booksandcleverness: How well do you know me?



Follyofyouth: Biblically.



Booksandcleverness: Oh, well, that can only be a handful of people.



Follyofyouth: Oh?



Booksandcleverness: Yes.



Follyofyouth: Well, why don’t you try to narrow it down?



Booksandcleverness: So, you’ll let me ask you questions and you have to answer them?



Follyofyouth: Within reason.



Booksandcleverness: Meaning?



Follyofyouth: You can’t ask me who I am.



Booksandcleverness: Fine. What do you do?



Follyofyouth: I own my own company.



Booksandcleverness: Well that narrowed it down considerably.



Follyofyouth: How many am I up against?



Booksandcleverness: Three.



Follyofyouth: Ah.



Booksandcleverness: When did we first meet?



Follyofyouth: You were ten.



Booksandcleverness: Does that make you older than me?



Follyofyouth: Yes.



Booksandcleverness: So, you went to Hogwarts?



Follyofyouth: I did.



Booksandcleverness: Severus?



Follyofyouth: No, and EW! You shagged him?



Booksandcleverness: We all have skeletons in our closets!



Follyofyouth: That’s one that should be buried and drowned in a river!!!



Booksandcleverness: Same house?



Follyofyouth: No.



Booksandcleverness: Were you a Ravenclaw?



Follyofyouth: Not hardly.



Booksandcleverness: Huffelpuff?



Follyofyouth: Bite your tongue, woman.



Booksandcleverness: Ah, Slytherin.



Follyofyouth: The most cunning of them all.



Booksandcleverness: I know some Gryffindors that were far more devious



Follyofyouth: Isn’t that the truth!



Booksandcleverness: So, you’re in Slytherin, run your own business, and we’ve shagged. That makes you one of two people.



Follyofyouth: You’ve been with another Slytherin besides me?



Booksandcleverness: A girl has to have her options.



Follyofyouth: Uh huh. So, who were these two?



Booksandcleverness: Theodore Nott and Draco Malfoy.



Follyofyouth: And which one do you think I am?



Booksandcleverness: Considering you asked me what I was wearing, I’m going to venture a guess and say that you’re not Theo.



Follyofyouth: Why would you guess that?



Booksandcleverness: Theo has been strictly into men since we dated.



Follyofyouth: Oh. How did you know that?



Booksandcleverness: Because, I invited him and his lover William over for brunch on Sundays, and we always have a pleasant time.



Follyofyouth: You never told me that.



Booksandcleverness: You never asked. When did you get a computer?



Follyofyouth: Today.



Booksandcleverness: Why?



Follyofyouth: Because you told me I should get one. After an hour of getting Potter to help me put it together and set it up, I was ready to go. I found some very interesting things.



Booksandcleverness: I’m sure you did.



Follyofyouth: Lots of scantily clad people and such. Which brings me to my next question. Why are you researching sexual positions on the internet when we could put our imagination to use in my very large bed?



Booksandcleverness: If I was there, all we would do is have sex and I have to write this article.



Follyofyouth: Sex is good.



Booksandcleverness: Yes, it is. But not when I have work to do.



Follyofyouth: So, how many positions do you have so far, and are any of them interesting enough to try later?



Booksandcleverness: Several of them are interesting enough to try later.



Follyofyouth: Looking for a break?



Booksandcleverness: That’s very tempting.



Follyofyouth: But?



Booksandcleverness: No, no but. It’s very tempting.



Follyofyouth: You know you want to.



Booksandcleverness: I do, but I really need to finish this.



Follyofyouth: Come on, Granger. Come over. I want to bury my tongue so far inside your cunt that I reach the back of your teeth.



Booksandcleverness: Don’t talk dirty to me!!!



Follyofyouth: Why not?



Booksandcleverness: You’ll overheat my system.



Follyofyouth: Come on. Come over. I’m waiting.



Booksandcleverness: Are you touching yourself?



Follyofyouth: Do you want me to?



Booksandcleverness: I’d rather touch you.



Follyofyouth: Then get off your infernal computer and come to my flat.



Booksandcleverness has signed off



Draco turned in his seat at the sound of a pop behind him. He turned and found Hermione pulling her t-shirt over her head and he stood. “I can’t believe you convinced me to come.



The smile on his face couldn’t have been more predatory. He stood and stripped out of his clothes before he approached her. The feel of his lips crushing hers was heaven. She moaned and realized that doing this sort of research with Draco was more fun than looking it up. The research she’d been doing had made her hot and bothered. She’d watch women bent over as their lover was behind them on their knees, devouring their flesh. She’d managed to refrain from touching herself as she saw a woman nearly bent over backwards as her lover pumped into her. She’d intended on relieving her own pent up frustration when she finished, but having Draco do it would be much more satisfying.



He turned her in his arms and made her face the desk as he dropped to his knees behind her. She braced herself as he nudged her legs farther apart and teased her clit with the tip of his thumb. She groaned, finding that Draco was going to do his best to keep his promise. His thumb continued its slow torture as he slipped his skilled tongue into her dripping passage and began fucking her with it. He stroked his cock in the same pace his tongue entered her, trying to relieve some of the tension that had built up. She shivered above him crying out as his thumb moved over her in a way that made her toes curl. She could see the top of his blond head as he feasted on the flesh between her thighs and the sight excited her more than she would be able to put into words. She could barely stand as her first orgasm ricocheted through her, her entire body pressing down against his eager tongue.



He moved quickly and had her pinned beneath him, both of her legs over his shoulders as he buried his thick cock inside her to the hilt. She nearly cried it felt so good. She loved his dominate streak he sometimes expressed, every time he would pin her to the ground or tie her to the bed she’d have to thank God for the day she got the good sense to be with him. He knew every spot on her body, every place that could make her hum, moan, groan, and scream. She was his instrument and he played her with such proficiency that she wanted to clap for him most of the time. She refrained from doing such a thing, afraid of causing his head to swell any farther. But she had to admit that Draco Malfoy was the best lover she’d ever had.



His thrusts were slow at first, only wanting to drag out her pleasure, until he couldn’t take any more and he had to take her faster and harder. Her breasts bounced with every thrust. He brought his fingers to her mouth and allowed her to suck on them, wetting them thoroughly with her saliva and then brought them to her breast. He pinched her nipple and she did her best at thrusting against him. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to his climax and brought his hand down over her stomach to the downy hair between her thighs. He used his thumb to flick over her clit and on its fourth passage she was undone, screaming for him to never stop. His last few thrusts were so hard she moved against the carpet on the floor, certain she would have nice carpet burn to show for it later. He came then, his body seizing as he buried himself in her a few more times, then collapsed beside her.



They both lay staring at the ceiling trying to catch their breath. Hermione rubbed her hand over his arm and found his hand. He rolled to his side, watching as her chest rose and fell with her breathing. He idly brought his hand up to toy with one of her breasts, flicking his thumb over the rising peak. He stared at it before placing a kiss to the side, “So, you love me?”



She looked over at him, having almost forgotten that she’d admitted it to him earlier. She nodded, “Yeah. I do.”



“Good.”



“Good, that’s all you have to say?”



“What do you want me to say?”



“Well, you hinted that you might feel the same.”



“Did I?”



“You know you did.”



“Okay, so I do feel the same.”



“You could say it, you know.”



“Would that help you believe it if I said it?”



She smiled, “No, but I’d like to hear it anyway.”



His tongue made a swipe over her nipple. He watched her intently as he whispered against her now wet skin, “I love you. Happy now?”



She smiled, “Immensely.”



He grinned, “Why don’t you show me what you learned on that computer?”



She pushed him onto his back and straddled his face as she faced his feet, “Gladly.”



~The End~