An Unexpected Turn of Events
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
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9,049
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58
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An Unexpected Turn of Events
To make it clear, this event is taking place forgetting anything that happens in the actual book. It simply utilizes setting and characters invented by the fabulous J.K. Rowling.
Morning came to quickly for handsome seventeen year old Draco Malfoy. The alarm set on his wrist sounded loudly in the dormitory and echoed off the walls. It was almost 5:30 in the morning and Draco had to get up and prepare himself for his morning ritual of working out, running and getting his appearance together. Although he looked like he was thin and pale, Draco was far from sickly. He was well-built with lean muscles and perfect skin as well as being quite talented in bed. Staring at the ceiling, Draco’s head pounded violently and threatened to drag him into the ground where he could feel some relief. He rolled over onto his stomach and noticed that he was not the only one in his bed. Next to him, still fast asleep despite the sound of his alarm, was a rather thin, yet curvy brunette buried face down in the down feather pillows and silk sheets completely nude. As he looked closer at the spectacle, Draco laughed to himself and it dawned on him that he was hung over, and this was obviously the drunk girl he had coerced into following him back to his bed. Leaning back against his pillows, Draco tried to remember the events that had occurred the evening before.
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Draco walked into the Room of Requirement and gazed around at the throng of people mingling about, dancing and drinking. Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy stood beside him as they walked in and joined a group of Slytherins that were standing by the drink table playing beer pong, a muggle drinking game that the Hufflepuff students had taught them.
“Hey Blaise, What’s the score?” Draco asked smugly watching as his best friend slowly lost round after round to the boy from Hufflepuff who had obviously played the game before. Draco was not amused. Blaise stumbled on his feet and laughed obnoxiously before falling to the floor.
“I think I’ll have one of whatever he’s drinking.” Pansy’s voice echoed in the back of Draco’s head as he observed the goings on of the room before him. Most of the people were already drunk enough that they were dancing and making a fool of themselves, but it hadn’t gotten to the point where any of the girls were taking their clothes off. This and only this was the reason Draco was at the party in the first place. As everyone knew, Draco was probably the best lover in the school and he was sure to pick up two or three horney drunk girls to have his way with before the evening was out.
“Draco honey, what would you like to drink?” The voice of a young Slytherin girl penetrated his thoughts and he turned to gaze into the face of Astoria Greengrass who happened to be the one serving drinks. He flashed her one of his perfect smiles and leaned over the counter where she was at.
“I’d like a big glass of Captain Morgan please Astoria.” She blushed and went to work fixing his glass as he scoped the room for potential women. And so the evening progressed. Over in the corner, surrounded by Gryffindor girls, was an already very drunk Hermione Granger.
Draco had way too much to drink. Six glasses of Captain Morgan, Three bottles of Smirnoff light and a glass of scotch left Draco too drunk to even notice that he was dancing with women outside of the boundaries of his house. Sometime during the night, a beautiful brunette woman accidentally ran into him on the dance floor and immediately they were thrown into a battle of inhuman proportions.
“Do you wanna dance?” Draco’s voice whispered into the girl’s ear as he placed one hand on her slender waist. He looked at her and watched as her face twisted into a very gentle smirk and he felt her lean in and press her lips against his neck.
“With you? Why Draco, you flatter me. Why should I?” Her breath graced his ears and he could feel the warmth of her face gently brush against his and he could feel her body getting closer to his. She was in a short blue skirt and very adorable white top that curved against her skin beautifully.
“Because I am looking at you, and I can see that you are just as attracted to me as I am to you.” His statement caught her attention and he could feel her body shiver slightly. He placed his hand against her cheek and pulled her face where her lips were inches from his. Her breath was labored as she tried to catch what she could from the man who was taking her away from this world. This world with its standards and other types of rules that limited who she could be with.
“You’re warm.” Her eyes closed slightly as she felt his gaze bare into her eyes and examine her soul. He leaned in, placing his lips to hers and feeling the beauty of her warm lips against his. He moved their bodies to the beat of the music where she could feel his ever growing desire for her and her body. He pulled away gently and put his lips against her ear.
“How about you? What do you feel?” His voice sent shivers down her spine. He pulled her rather fiercely against his body, feeling her curves against the muscles of his now bare chest. Somehow during the night he had revealed his body to her. She pressed herself against his sweaty skin and danced against him, rolling her body against his. He spun her around and dipped her again and again, watching the supple points of her body swing at the movement. She was a magnificent specimen of a woman. He wondered why he had never seen her before.
“Come with me.”
Back in his room, he locked the door behind her as she walked in to gaze at the candles lit to perfection. The warm hues of her skin brought out the perfection of her body as she stood near the candlelight and he examined what he would be working with. Draco pulled her to his body and helped her take her little white shirt off and threw it haphazardly somewhere on the floor and kissed her skin, moving his hands against her body, feeling the curves of her breasts and pulling her closer where she could brace her hands against his perfectly toned chest. She moaned as he moved his lips down her body and focused on biting gently against her neck and undoing the soft white bra that was hiding the skin of her torso from him.
When he had freed her upper body, he threw her backwards against the bed he had prepared before he left the Slytherin house. She tried to regain control of the situation, but he had seized her by the legs and was lying against her, pinning her arms over her head as he controlled her hands so he could kiss her soft skin before her removed her clothes. His dark jeans prevented him from getting to her body and the pressure was building as he pushed against her.
“Draco!” The exclamation of his name drove him wild and he bit down softly on her left breast. “Please! Please!” The begging was getting to be a little much as she pleaded for him to take her. He pulled her skirt off and discarded her soft white underwear along with it. Her skin was soft and perfect as he let his fingers slide to touch the sensitive part of her sexual center.
Before they knew what was happening, he had discarded his jeans as well as his underwear and threw himself on top of her where he could control the motions. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and he thrust into her, listening to her screams of pleasured edged on by the speed of his motions as he brought his body to meet hers time after time until she had clawed her nails against his back, almost like she was going to break the skin, but still he did not stop. He was going to give her what every girl at Hogwarts knew they wanted to experience at least once. He was Draco Malfoy.
And she knew it. She called his name as he became faster with his motions and rocked the bed frame against the wall as he fucked her with all the intensity and attraction he could muster his body to create. He gazed into her eyes, staring her down and watching, feeding, off her reactions and the pull of her body against his.
When he was finished, she lay panting, sweating on the bed and gazed up at the man all the women would pay to have sex with. Draco knew that she understood why. He could feel her honey brown eyes gazing at him as he kissed her body which was still racked with orgasm and touched her gently. His movements were soft.
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Draco smirked to himself, remembering the events of the past night. Another party, another drunk girl, and another one night stand where he left the woman lying in his bed as he went off to go work-out. He was always very gentlemanly. He gave her private access to his personal shower and told her she was more than welcome to help herself to all the food in the dormitory she wanted.
Shifting his body to the sitting position, he gazed back to the sleeping girl. He leaned over, trying not to wake her and pushed the hair back from her face.
THUD!
Draco fell to the floor in shock and awe. He gazed beck at the sleeping face, almost praying that it was a hallucination, but it wasn’t. Lying next to him, with her bushy brown hair surrounding her and her perfect body still naked in his sheets, was his arch-rival. Hermione Granger.
Morning came to quickly for handsome seventeen year old Draco Malfoy. The alarm set on his wrist sounded loudly in the dormitory and echoed off the walls. It was almost 5:30 in the morning and Draco had to get up and prepare himself for his morning ritual of working out, running and getting his appearance together. Although he looked like he was thin and pale, Draco was far from sickly. He was well-built with lean muscles and perfect skin as well as being quite talented in bed. Staring at the ceiling, Draco’s head pounded violently and threatened to drag him into the ground where he could feel some relief. He rolled over onto his stomach and noticed that he was not the only one in his bed. Next to him, still fast asleep despite the sound of his alarm, was a rather thin, yet curvy brunette buried face down in the down feather pillows and silk sheets completely nude. As he looked closer at the spectacle, Draco laughed to himself and it dawned on him that he was hung over, and this was obviously the drunk girl he had coerced into following him back to his bed. Leaning back against his pillows, Draco tried to remember the events that had occurred the evening before.
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Draco walked into the Room of Requirement and gazed around at the throng of people mingling about, dancing and drinking. Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy stood beside him as they walked in and joined a group of Slytherins that were standing by the drink table playing beer pong, a muggle drinking game that the Hufflepuff students had taught them.
“Hey Blaise, What’s the score?” Draco asked smugly watching as his best friend slowly lost round after round to the boy from Hufflepuff who had obviously played the game before. Draco was not amused. Blaise stumbled on his feet and laughed obnoxiously before falling to the floor.
“I think I’ll have one of whatever he’s drinking.” Pansy’s voice echoed in the back of Draco’s head as he observed the goings on of the room before him. Most of the people were already drunk enough that they were dancing and making a fool of themselves, but it hadn’t gotten to the point where any of the girls were taking their clothes off. This and only this was the reason Draco was at the party in the first place. As everyone knew, Draco was probably the best lover in the school and he was sure to pick up two or three horney drunk girls to have his way with before the evening was out.
“Draco honey, what would you like to drink?” The voice of a young Slytherin girl penetrated his thoughts and he turned to gaze into the face of Astoria Greengrass who happened to be the one serving drinks. He flashed her one of his perfect smiles and leaned over the counter where she was at.
“I’d like a big glass of Captain Morgan please Astoria.” She blushed and went to work fixing his glass as he scoped the room for potential women. And so the evening progressed. Over in the corner, surrounded by Gryffindor girls, was an already very drunk Hermione Granger.
Draco had way too much to drink. Six glasses of Captain Morgan, Three bottles of Smirnoff light and a glass of scotch left Draco too drunk to even notice that he was dancing with women outside of the boundaries of his house. Sometime during the night, a beautiful brunette woman accidentally ran into him on the dance floor and immediately they were thrown into a battle of inhuman proportions.
“Do you wanna dance?” Draco’s voice whispered into the girl’s ear as he placed one hand on her slender waist. He looked at her and watched as her face twisted into a very gentle smirk and he felt her lean in and press her lips against his neck.
“With you? Why Draco, you flatter me. Why should I?” Her breath graced his ears and he could feel the warmth of her face gently brush against his and he could feel her body getting closer to his. She was in a short blue skirt and very adorable white top that curved against her skin beautifully.
“Because I am looking at you, and I can see that you are just as attracted to me as I am to you.” His statement caught her attention and he could feel her body shiver slightly. He placed his hand against her cheek and pulled her face where her lips were inches from his. Her breath was labored as she tried to catch what she could from the man who was taking her away from this world. This world with its standards and other types of rules that limited who she could be with.
“You’re warm.” Her eyes closed slightly as she felt his gaze bare into her eyes and examine her soul. He leaned in, placing his lips to hers and feeling the beauty of her warm lips against his. He moved their bodies to the beat of the music where she could feel his ever growing desire for her and her body. He pulled away gently and put his lips against her ear.
“How about you? What do you feel?” His voice sent shivers down her spine. He pulled her rather fiercely against his body, feeling her curves against the muscles of his now bare chest. Somehow during the night he had revealed his body to her. She pressed herself against his sweaty skin and danced against him, rolling her body against his. He spun her around and dipped her again and again, watching the supple points of her body swing at the movement. She was a magnificent specimen of a woman. He wondered why he had never seen her before.
“Come with me.”
Back in his room, he locked the door behind her as she walked in to gaze at the candles lit to perfection. The warm hues of her skin brought out the perfection of her body as she stood near the candlelight and he examined what he would be working with. Draco pulled her to his body and helped her take her little white shirt off and threw it haphazardly somewhere on the floor and kissed her skin, moving his hands against her body, feeling the curves of her breasts and pulling her closer where she could brace her hands against his perfectly toned chest. She moaned as he moved his lips down her body and focused on biting gently against her neck and undoing the soft white bra that was hiding the skin of her torso from him.
When he had freed her upper body, he threw her backwards against the bed he had prepared before he left the Slytherin house. She tried to regain control of the situation, but he had seized her by the legs and was lying against her, pinning her arms over her head as he controlled her hands so he could kiss her soft skin before her removed her clothes. His dark jeans prevented him from getting to her body and the pressure was building as he pushed against her.
“Draco!” The exclamation of his name drove him wild and he bit down softly on her left breast. “Please! Please!” The begging was getting to be a little much as she pleaded for him to take her. He pulled her skirt off and discarded her soft white underwear along with it. Her skin was soft and perfect as he let his fingers slide to touch the sensitive part of her sexual center.
Before they knew what was happening, he had discarded his jeans as well as his underwear and threw himself on top of her where he could control the motions. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and he thrust into her, listening to her screams of pleasured edged on by the speed of his motions as he brought his body to meet hers time after time until she had clawed her nails against his back, almost like she was going to break the skin, but still he did not stop. He was going to give her what every girl at Hogwarts knew they wanted to experience at least once. He was Draco Malfoy.
And she knew it. She called his name as he became faster with his motions and rocked the bed frame against the wall as he fucked her with all the intensity and attraction he could muster his body to create. He gazed into her eyes, staring her down and watching, feeding, off her reactions and the pull of her body against his.
When he was finished, she lay panting, sweating on the bed and gazed up at the man all the women would pay to have sex with. Draco knew that she understood why. He could feel her honey brown eyes gazing at him as he kissed her body which was still racked with orgasm and touched her gently. His movements were soft.
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Draco smirked to himself, remembering the events of the past night. Another party, another drunk girl, and another one night stand where he left the woman lying in his bed as he went off to go work-out. He was always very gentlemanly. He gave her private access to his personal shower and told her she was more than welcome to help herself to all the food in the dormitory she wanted.
Shifting his body to the sitting position, he gazed back to the sleeping girl. He leaned over, trying not to wake her and pushed the hair back from her face.
THUD!
Draco fell to the floor in shock and awe. He gazed beck at the sleeping face, almost praying that it was a hallucination, but it wasn’t. Lying next to him, with her bushy brown hair surrounding her and her perfect body still naked in his sheets, was his arch-rival. Hermione Granger.