His Best Mistake

His Best Mistake

The darkness of night greeted Hermione as she closed the door to her small cottage. The warm summer air licked at her bare shoulders as she raised the wards and departed with a pop.

She arrived at the annual ministry ball with just five minutes to spare, meeting a flustered Harry who loathed coming to these events even though they were held every year in his honour. Ginny, his soon to be wife was away training with the Harpies, leaving Harry dateless and in desperate need of a companion. He had practically begged her to come, and she had reluctantly accepted. Ron on the other hand loved these sort of gatherings and he and his girlfriend revelled in all the praise and adoration that was lavished upon him. Pansy Parkinson had latched onto Ron almost immediately after the war and they had become inseparable ever since, they were now expecting their first child.

Harry took hold of Hermione’s hand and walked quickly toward the designated table at the head of the room. Hermione grimaced as she sat down, there sitting directly opposite her was Draco Malfoy. It had turned out that Draco and Lucius had been working for the order for the last 2 years before the events of the final battle, and had assisted Dumbledore in the prevention of his murder. Something Hermione knew Harry was grateful for. Dumbledore continued to be Harry’s mentor even after Hogwarts.

Hermione shivered as she felt Draco’s cold grey eyes wash over her, he still had that same ability to make her feel completely naked with only a glance. He could still invoke all those feelings Hermione thought she had put to rest years ago with just a simple gesture. He tipped his glass in salute toward her and she smiled falsely in his direction, before taking a quick peek at his date.

Draco had a bit of a weakness for glamour pusses as Hermione called them, they all had elegantly quaffed hair and fake nails, just bloomed tans and luminous white teeth. Hermione silently snorted as she realised that her dress probably cost the same as his dates body work. Hermione, herself couldn’t see why these women wanted to change anything about themselves, sure she had a mane of bushy curls and a freckle dusted nose, but that was what made her herself.

Hermione scrunched up her nose when a blast of Draco’s dates perfume wafted under her nose, god what was with these women? One, they looked like whores, now they wanted to smell like them? She watched Draco smirk at his date as she prattled on about the newest wizarding shopping port to open in southern France, flipping her shiny red hair over her shoulder as she chatted away unaware that no one was listening to her.

~*~


Later that evening……

“See that’s where I think your going wrong Malfoy, you date bimbos, not real women.”

“Maybe I like bimbos, have you ever considered that?”

“I think your afraid of real women, ones with thick thighs and round bottoms. The women you date all hail from the silicone valley.”

“I’ll have you know that Rowena, has all her own assets.” he smiled as he downed his sixth shot of Firewhiskey.

“Jesus, Malfoy! Its Romany not Rowena. You whore!”

“Now, now Granger, there’s really no need for insults.”

“You infuriate me! I swear you wouldn’t know a real woman, if she came up and bit you on your arse!”

“Granger! You dirty witch! I never knew you were into all that.” he smirked.

“That’s neither here nor there Malfoy, my only conclusion is that you have some sort of personality disorder, or an insatiable need for whores and bimbos.” she slurred as she reached for another glass of champagne, missing the edge and spilling it slightly down the front of her dress.

“Maybe I do, or maybe I don’t. The only thing I know is that you never looked like this when we were in school.” he said as his eyes focused on her now glistening chest.

“There's a lot you don't know, ferret boy! You were so busy looking down that Pureblood nose of yours that you never saw what was right under it!”

“What would have happened if I had of looked, Granger? Did you want me to notice you?”

She snorted and practically inhaled her drink.

“Please, Malfoy, I was not and never will be one of your airhead whores.”

He snickered, and caught her glass filled hand before she raised it to her mouth once more.

“You know what I think Granger? I think you want to know exactly what it feels like, to be one of my bimbos as you so affectionately call them. I think you want to know what its like to hang off my arm, to now what its like to writhe underneath me.”

She laughed.

“You’re drunk.”

“Correction, drunk and without a bimbo to shag, after you scared her away with your intellectual, border lining on vicious conversation, now what are you going to do to make it up to me?”

“Please, Malfoy, as if you could handle a real woman like me!” she laughed.

“I think the question is, my dear Granger, is can you handle a real man like me and not the little boys you’ve been seen dating. Why don’t you prove to me what a real woman is?” he teased.

“You’re on Malfoy! My place or yours?”

“Mine, definitely mine.” he smirked.

Hermione placed her glass down on the table as Draco rose, and stepped into his arms, and with a pop they were gone.


~*~


The arrived in the vast grounds of Malfoy Manor, apparating directly into the library. Hermione squealed as Draco hiked up her dress and layed her down on the cool, hard marble surface of the nearest table. Instantly his mouth was on hers and she practically purred as she tasted him for the first time. His mouth was gentle yet hotter than fire against her lips, and she opened her mouth and invited him inside.

Draco couldn’t describe the feelings he was having as he kissed Hermione Granger, he felt as if he had an electrical current running through his entire body, which got stronger as their tongues battled, he moaned into her sweet mouth as he layed her down, her back hitting the cold marble with a light thud.

He ran his wand down the seam of her strapless dress and grinned as he pushed it down over her shapely thighs, she was right, her body was something to envy, she had thick curvy thighs and a soft supple behind that Draco wanted to sink his teeth into.

His fingers ran the entire length of her smooth legs and stopped as he reached the apex of her thighs. His palm flexed over the smooth baldness of her sex, and she groaned loudly. He stopped to look at her face, she was flushed, her chest and face gleamed lightly and she was biting down hard on her lower lip.

“No knickers, Granger? Someone’s a very naughty girl…” smirked Draco.

Hermione giggled loudly and arched her hips upward into his touch. He groaned as he traced the softness of her nether lips. She whimpered slightly as he rubbed and lightly entered the hot pulsing wetness of her sex with his long manicured fingers.

“Fuck, Granger, you’re so soft.”

“Mmm, Malfoy.” she moaned.

Draco could feel himself growing harder and harder with every whimper, and he couldn’t stop himself from leaning down and running his tongue up the entire length of her silken slit.

“Malfoy, don’t!” giggled Hermione.

Little did she know, who her loudness had awoken….


~*~


Narcissa had lain awake for several hours now, waiting for Draco to come home. She needed to know he was home safe before she could rest. She heard a loud giggle and sat bolt upright, her ears straining to hear who he had arrived home with.

“Lucius!” she gasped as the loud giggling continued.

Lucius grunted and turned away from his wife, choosing to ignore his wife’s paranoia.

“Malfoy, don’t!” Hermione giggled.

Lucius turned just as Narcissa elbowed him sharply in the ribs.

“Damn! Cissy!” he sneered.

The sound of raucous laughter alerted Lucius and he sat up and stared at his wife.

“Is that…Hermione Granger?” he asked, the corners of his mouth twitched as he fought the urge to grin.

“Lu, really! Why would Hermione Granger be cavorting with Our Draco?” she asked.

Lucius flipped the silk sheets back and pulled on his housecoat, tying the strip of green silk tightly around his waist.

“I am going to investigate.” he smirked.

“Lu, don’t you dare!” whispered Narcissa as she too rose and secured her housecoat, and following Lucius out into the hallway.

As they walked together the frantic moans became louder, as did the giggling, Lucius laughed as he watched Narcissa flush with embarrassment. They reached the library after only a few minutes and were shocked to see their sons pale arse greeting them as he lay beside a very flustered Hermione Granger.

“Draco Lucius Malfoy!” gasped Narcissa.

“Shit.” muttered Draco as he scrambled up over the table waving his wand over Hermione who had sat up her long curls covering her body. Her dress now protected her modesty.

“Welcome to the Manor, Miss Granger.” smirked Lucius.

“Thank you Mr Malfoy! May I call you Luci?” she asked.

Lucius laughed and shook his head.

“You may call me Luc, Miss Granger, Luci is far too feminine.”

Draco watched as Hermione stood, wobbly at first and strolled over toward Lucius.

“I’ve always loved your hair, I‘m so jealous of it.” she admitted as she reluctantly played with a strand.

Narcissa fought to stifle her laughter as Lucius frowned at the hidden compliment, she turned back toward Draco who was watching Hermione.

“How dare you take advantage of Miss Granger, Draco. She is clearly intoxicated!”

“Nooooo, Mrs Malfoy! It was me, I wanted to show him what a real woman is.” admitted a slurring Hermione.

“Still, Miss Granger, It is not polite to accost a woman when she is indisposed, Draco knows better.” she said as she glared at Draco.

“Shame on you Draco! Lucius have you not taught our heir not to cavort with Mudbloods?” spoke a cold voice from behind Draco.

“Do shut up, Grandfather.” said Draco to the portrait of Abraxas Malfoy, which hung directly behind the youngest Malfoy.

“You be quiet, you nasty old man!” said Hermione and shot a spell toward the portrait and Lucius laughed as he watched the painting of his father run.

“Well done, Miss Granger, I’ve been wanting to do that for quite some time.” he admitted.

“Call me, Hermione, Please, Lucius.” she requested.

“While we would love to stay here and chat all night. I’m sure you both would benefit from going to bed. Me and Cissy will discuss this with you in the morning.” said Lucius to a wary Draco.

His parents were taking this very well…better than he could have ever expected.

“Come along, Cissy, Draco can escort Hermione to bed.” he said as he took hold of Narcissa’s elbow.

With one last glare at her son, she turned to Hermione and smiled.

“Goodnight dear.” she said and left the library along with Lucius.

“Someone’s in trouble.” sang Hermione.

He stalked closer to her and encased her in his arms.

“You’re in trouble, Granger, now get to my room.” he smirked as he apparated them away.



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