An XXX-Mass Surprise

Draco stepped inside his apartment door and let it swing closed behind him. His eyebrow arched as his ears picked up a sound that shouldn’t be there.

‘Music?’ he thought to himself. Though, on second thought, the word music didn’t really describe the sound he was hearing. Certainly, there were lyrics and it was clear that there had been some attempt made at melody and composition but, in Draco’s mind, the sound he was listening to sounded a lot more like someone being tortured than it did anything resembling music. So what the hell was going on?

Possibilities whizzed through the young wizards mind. He turned his head slowly, seeking to identify the source of the sound. It was a fairly straightforward decision. The only wireless he possessed was in his bedroom, straight ahead of him at the end of the hallway. He frowned. The thing was, Draco had been the last one to use that wireless and he was absolutely certain that he had not left it on!

The door of his bedroom was open a crack, something else that was not as he had left this morning. A thin, flickering sliver of light indicated what appeared to be candlelight within. Silently, Draco stepped forward, his fingers slowly sliding his wand from his pocket. Coming to a halt just outside his bedroom door, Draco paused to listen more closely to the music, and winced. The muggle singer, for Draco was certain that no wizard would ever embarrass himself by singing something as awful as what he was hearing, was lamenting on how he had given his heart away the previous Christmas to some tramp who cheated on him.

‘Serves him right,’ Draco mused, blocking out the singers determined assurance that he’d find someone better this year. ‘Good luck!’ Draco thought sarcastically, placing a hand against the door and bracing himself against whatever may lie beyond.

Setting his jaw and taking a breath, Draco surged forward, slamming the door open and leaping a full three feet into the room, wand raised, ready for action.

Now, anyone who has ever rushed headlong from a very dark corridor into a lit room, even one illuminated only by a few, strategically placed candles, will realise just how disorientating the sudden light can be. This fact was only now dawning on Draco as he blinked in the candlelight, searching for the intruder he was sure was lurking in his bedroom.

There was a slight, muffled giggle from over by his bed. Instinctively, Draco whirled, wand levelled, to face his opponent only to be stopped dead in his tracks by what he saw.

“Granger?” he hissed at the woman lying sprawled out on his bed, trying her best it seemed, not to burst out laughing at him.

“Malfoy?” she replied between giggles, a mockery of his tone.

Draco took a breath to compose himself. ‘Oh boy’ he thought, ‘here we go again.’ He shook his head, just how many times was she going to pull this little stunt of hers?

More than a little annoyed, Draco flicked his wand at the wireless, silencing the muggle moron in mid warble, “Just what the hell are you doing here?”

Granger looked puzzled for a moment, and then shook her head. With both hands, she made a wide, sweeping gesture, indicating her presence in his room, on his bed and said, “Take a wild guess!”

Looking at her now, it didn’t take Draco long to realise that no guessing would be needed. Granger lay before him, half naked except for a white shirt, which she had only half fastened across her bosom and, for some reason he couldn’t quite figure out, a bright red Christmas hat. At that moment, Draco felt his pants start to tighten as his cock realised what was going on. Draco let his eyes wander along her form, noting as he did the curve of her bare legs as she sprawled seductively on the velvet coverings on his bed. Part of him, and its not hard to guess which part specifically, urged him to jump on her right then and there, but Draco held himself back.

“No,” he replied, “I won’t take a guess, wild or otherwise,” he set his hands on his hips, “Didn’t I make myself clear last time? You aren’t welcome here!”

Hermione cocked her head to the side, “I do recall you saying that, yes, but come on,’ she grinned, “I know you didn’t mean it.”

“Oh didn’t I?” Draco replied, exasperated, “The barring order wasn’t a clue?”

“Oh that,” she said dismissively, “I’ve forgiven you for that, silly. You were mad, and you had every right to be.”

“Damn straight!” he snapped, “I caught you screwing my best friend… and his dad!”

Hermione barely even blinked as she heard this. She paused for a moment, and then replied, “I only did that because I was cross with you!”

“I… WHAT?” Draco spat at her. “Cross? What for?”

“You kept leaving the toilet seat up!”

Draco just stared at her, not trusting himself to speak.

“Anyway,” Hermione continued airily, “Like I said, I’ve forgiven you. We all do crazy stuff when we’re mad and,” she paused to play with the little fluffy ball on the end of her hat, “it is Christmas after all.”

Draco stepped back as Hermione started to slide gracefully down the bed towards him. Was this girl truly insane? “You don’t say!” he exclaimed, exasperated.

Their eyes met and it was all Draco could do to maintain his composure seeing the look of mischief in her eyes. Taking a quick, steadying breath, Draco narrowed his eyes without breaking his stare, “How did you get in here?”

Granger rolled her eyes, “Obviously, I used the spare key you hid in the hallway behind that nasty old painting. But come on,” she said as she slid off the bed and stood up. “Is that really all you have to say to me?”

Draco sighed, “What do you expect?”

“Well,” she said, advancing on him slowly, “You could say that you’re pleased to see me.” She looked up into his eyes and did a fair approximation of sincerity as she added, “You are pleased to see me, aren’t you?”

“No,” Draco’s voice dropped to near a growl as the young witch drew up to him and ran a finger from his navel up to his chin, “but,” he managed, “I might be convinced.”

“Tut, tut,” the sound was almost a whisper in her mouth as she looked up at him, “You disappoint me,” she said, leaning up almost close enough to him for their lips to touch before pulling back. “And here I got all dressed up for you!”

“Dressed up?” Draco asked with a smirk. Sometimes this witch’s sense of humour really confused him. He certainly wouldn’t call what she was wearing…

“Ah,” he said, his smirk becoming a smile, “I was wondering where that shirt had gone.”

Hermione stepped back and did a slow twirl for him, “I thought it suited me,” she said.

“I… see,” Draco stammered. He watched her spin, mesmerised by how the candlelight caught the emerald fibres woven into the silken fabric, making the white shirt shimmer with countless shades of green all at once as she slowly pirouetted in front of him. It was quite a sight and indeed, looking at her now, Draco couldn’t imagine the shirt looking any better on…

“Hold on,” the part of his brain that still thought about things other than what was under that shirt took control of his mouth for a moment, “That shirt was bigger!”

Granger grinned, “Was it now?”

“Yes,” Draco affirmed, looking her over again. He was right, the shirt, which had been made to fit him, should be positively swimming on her slender frame and yet, it appeared to fit her perfectly now. It was even short enough to give him an enticing view of the lacy panties she was wearing underneath it as she began to twirl once again. Draco stepped up to her, taking hold of her shoulders and glaring down into her upturned face, “It WAS!” he growled through clenched teeth.

“Hrmmm…” Hermione bit her lip pensively, “You know, now that you mention it, I think I did have to make one or two adjustments,” her eyes twinkled as she grinned at him. “Nothing too drastic of course,” she continued. Her hand ran down along the line of buttons on the shirt, undoing each one in turn, all without taking her eyes off Draco. Then, when she was finished, she added, “Just a nip here, a trim there…”

“That was a genuine Leprechaun shirt,” he snarled, grinding his teeth and staring at her, “Have you… ANY… idea just how much I had to pay those Irish midgets to make that shirt?”

Hermione grinned, “Yup,” she said cheekily, playing with the ball on her hat again.

“It was one of a kind!” Draco hissed at her.

Granger reached up and tugged the collar snug around her neck with a ‘THUNK’, “Worth every last Knut, I’m sure.” Then, looking him square in the eye, she stood on tiptoe and added, “You can feel the quality…”

“Is that right?” Draco growled, then checked himself and closed in on her again, “And you think I’m just going to let you get away with stealing from me like that, do you?”

The mischievous glint in Hermione’s eyes flashed bright again. Draco felt his breath catch in his throat as her hand caressed his groin, squeezing the erection that was by now desperate to be free, “Mmmm,” she moaned in the back of her throat, “I hope not.”

That was all he could take. There were times for fun and games and there were times for action and this was no time for games. With one hand, Draco seized Hermione around her waist, pulling her body against him while his other hand tore the stupid hat from her head and then buried itself in her hair, forcing her lips forward onto his waiting mouth. They came together in a crushing kiss, hard enough to bruise, though neither of them cared. Hermione’s mouth was open and waiting even before Draco’s tongue sought entry. He attacked her mouth hungrily, running his tongue up and down hers, teasing it into reciprocating. Hermione held back from the kiss, maddening Draco more. He pulled back, biting her lip as he did to draw her along with him. Hermione let out a small moan and Draco released her, just for a moment before he kissed her again. This time she didn’t hold back. Her hands slid up around his shoulders as her tongue swirled in and out of his mouth. He felt her fingers slide into and start to tug on his hair. Sparks of pain shot from his scalp and shuddered down his spine to his groin.

Draco pressed forward, grinding his straining erection into her as he pushed her back toward the bed. Her knees hit the baseboard and she fell back, pulling Draco along with her. He let himself fall, only just remembering in time to put his hands out to catch himself before he landed on her with his full weight. Hermione freed one hand from his hair. Her nails scratched him, leaving red marks on his skin as she brought her had round to undo his shirt. One by one, Draco heard the buttons pop open. How she managed to do that, one handed, occupied as she was with the all out war of their kiss, Draco would never know. At that moment though, nothing could have mattered less to him.

Hermione finished undoing his shirt and slid her hand beneath it. Draco felt goose bumps rise on his skin as she caressed him, alternating between her fingers and her nails as she slowly circled his belly button.

Letting out a hissing snarl, Draco broke the kiss and forced himself upright. For a moment, he just knelt over her, trying to control his breathing while looking down on the nasty little witch beneath him through a fog of lust and passion. Hermione’s fingers didn’t stop slowly circling his stomach. With her other hand, she let a finger trail its way down from the highest point on his chest that she could reach, finally coming to rest on his crotch. She gave his aching member another squeeze, almost sending him over the edge right then and there. Draco moaned, concentrating his entire being on keeping things together for just a while longer.

Forcing himself to move slowly, Draco slid his shirt from his shoulders and cast it aside. Hermione used the time it took him to do that to free him of his belt. Draco reached down and took hold of her wrist. He moved her arm aside then reached down to slide his hands underneath her shirt. Hermione hissed as his fingers brushed over her stiff nipples for a moment before he gently peeled her shirt away, baring her breasts before him.

Pausing only to lick his lips once, Draco descended on her body. He opened his mouth as wide as it would go and clasped a long, slow kiss on her left breast. Hermione rose and bucked beneath him as he pulled back, flicking her nipple with his tongue. He continued to lick and suckle on her nipple until, with a final ‘POP’, it freed itself from his mouth. Hermione slumped back, looking decidedly flushed under his ministrations. Draco smiled. Her breasts were very sensitive, a fact that had proven to be worth knowing in the past.

He only let her have a moment to catch her breath before he descended again, on the other breast this time. Hermione groaned and wrapped her arms around his head, holding her to him, as he suckled her. Draco let his tongue swirl around her nipple as he sucked, feeling her little bud grow hot as blood rushed to the stimulated area. He didn’t bother trying to free himself. He was perfectly happy where he was and besides, he knew this girl well enough to know that there was only so much of this she could take.

Sure enough, it wasn’t long before she let out another moan, deeper this time, and he felt her tense up as she fought to stop herself coming undone. Draco smiled against her breast. He could almost hear her whispering to herself:

“Not… yet… not… yet!”

Hermione remained tense for a moment more before she relaxed slightly. Her grip on his head changed as she tugged him from her breast. With a show of strength that surprised Draco, Hermione flipped him over onto his back and straddled him. The world went dark as she leaned down to kiss him hard on the mouth. Draco’s hands slid up along her thighs, gently pinching her flesh as he went. Hermione rolled her hips, rubbing her crotch against him. Both lovers moaned in unison at the sensation.

An unspoken agreement passed between the two of them. Even without words, both of them knew that neither one could bear the wait any longer. Draco let his hands slide up across her bum to her panties. Hermione rose up off his crotch and knelt above him while she undid his pants. An idea flashed across the last remnant of Draco’s mind that still functioned. He twined his fingers around the thin fabric of her underwear. Her fingers grasped the zipper of his pants, and started to undo it.

A wicked smile crossed Draco’s lips as he tensed his grip on the flimsy garment separating him from his lover. He waited till she had undone his fly before he acted, tearing her underwear from her body in one, vicious movement.

Hermione froze, stunned. She looked at the tattered pieces of cloth in his hands for a moment, and then glared down at him, “They were French,” she said with overstated calm, “Do you have any idea how much I had to pay those smelly frogs to make those?” she asked, without a trace of humour in her voice.

Draco let his smile broaden, “Not a fucking clue,” he replied honestly, tossing the shredded garment aside carelessly.

Hermione’s face remained hard as she reached down into his boxers and took hold of his stiff cock. There was a moment of tugging before she had his member free. She held it at her entrance, so close he could almost feel the heat emanating from her core, “You are going to pay for that!” she hissed at him, flexing her fingers, pulsing his cock, holding it in place, millimetres from her.

Draco’s eyes rolled back into his head, “Gladly,” he whispered, flexing his hips. The momentary contact he managed was enough to break Hermione’s resolve. Matching his movement, she released his cock and let herself fall onto him. Draco saw stars flash before his eyes as their pelvic bones met hard and he was buried bodily into her. Hermione’s pussy muscles clenched around his cock, squeezing him tight, trapping him in her hot, wet core.

Ecstasy radiated out from his groin, filling his whole body with a warm glow. Heaven, if such a place truly existed, could not possibly feel any better than this. Hermione rocked slightly on top of him, as though testing the sensations his cock would bring inside her. Draco moaned, his body wanted more of this witch and he wasn’t going to wait any longer.

Keeping his hands on her hips to guide her, Draco slowly eased his lover into a slow rocking motion, forward, up, back, down, forward, up, back, down. He moaned every time she moved, lost in a bliss that he could never put into words. He felt the muscles of his crotch start to tighten as they built up to the inevitable end that was to come. Hermione moved on her own now, needing no more encouragement from him. Her motions became sharper, the up and down motion slipping away as she began to concentrate on the forward and back rocking, rubbing her sensitive clit against his body to give her body more of the friction it craved.

Draco let his hands move from her hips, moving them slowly and deliberately upward until he was cradling her breasts. He pinched her nipples between his thumb and forefingers, sending Hermione crazy in an instant.

“Oh… GOD!” the words exploded out of her mouth. Her back arched and she leaned back, rocking her hips forward and back so rapidly that Draco thought he could feel friction burns form on his thighs. His groin tightened further and he knew that there was no going back now. Draco closed his eyes and focussed all his being on the feeling of her pussy rocking back and forth, massaging his cock and tightening all the time as she neared orgasm. Hermione rocked harder still. It felt like she was vibrating on top of him now. Draco felt the end coming. He knew that very soon he’d be able to take no more. This girl, this wonder of creation, was too much for him to bear for even a moment longer.

Hermione threw her head back and screamed her god’s name once again as Draco’s mind shattered. The stars he’d seen before were nothing compared to the supernova detonating inside his skull at the moment he came, firing like a volcano into his lover. Hermione’s pussy clenched around his cock so tight that Draco didn’t think it would ever be able to come out of her again. He felt her orgasm take her in wave after wave of release that shot through her whole body for what seemed like forever before she finally slumped down, landing hard across his chest.

The lovers lay there, panting as sweat cooled their bodies. Neither spoke, neither had the energy. They just lay there, breathing and not moving, oblivious to the world.

Finally, they worked up the energy to move. Not far mind you, only to the top of the bed and under the covers, but it felt like a marathon to them. Sleep came to Draco seconds after he felt Hermione settle in beside him.

He awoke hours later and was surprised to find her already up and dressed. He rolled over to see her step lightly into her shoes.

“In a hurry are we?” he asked.

Hermione started and spun round, a smile spread across her lips, “Good morning to you too.” She paused and then sighed, “I have to be in at 7,” she said wearily, “Scrimgeour probably wants to haul me over the coals again.”

“Ah,” Draco nodded, “I was wondering what prompted last nights visit. So,” he sighed, “I’m reduced to this am I? A bit of Dutch courage before the boss tears you a new one? Wham! Bam! Thank you, Malfoy?”

Hermione’s face fell, “Draco,” she said, moving toward him, “You know that’s not…”

Draco waited till she was close enough, then lunged at her, dragging her back onto the bed, “I know,” he said, planting a kiss on her face, “I just wanted to see that look on your face.”

“YOU!” Hermione snapped, slapping his hands playfully until he let her go. She got up, straightened her robes and headed toward the door. She was halfway there when she stopped and rummaged in her bag for a moment. Draco frowned as he watched her, puzzled, before she turned and tossed something small and metallic to him. “Here,” she said as he caught his spare key, “and try to hide it better next time,” she shook her head, “The painting was the second place I checked. Try to give me a challenge at least.”

Draco shook his head, “Wouldn’t it be easier if you just used your key?”

Hermione turned and grinned at him, “Where’s the fun in that?”

FIN

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A/N: There is one thing more to say at this point. As another little present to my girl, I actually tried my hand at illustrating this little number - you can check out the results here:http://www.waycoolsites.com/CV/NC17fanart/index.php?spgmGal=RoBoC (and PS, before anyone speculates, Raffy was NOT the model for this drawing, it comes entirely out of my head. No really, trust me, she'd kill me if THOSE drawings... erm, nevermind :P)