Seducing a Fairy

Hello everybody!

Just thought I'd put up my little smutty story. It's a Halloween story but there's no scary bits, just a party and an excuse for PWP!

Hope everyone enjoys the story - please review!

Happy Halloween!


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Hermione stood at the side of the huge ballroom, watching all the people at the party. The decorations were so ostentatious - gorgeous tables at the sides of the room where elder witches and wizards sat, drinking and chatting with friends. The middle of the room was free for the dancing and the floor was quite full with couples enjoying the night.

She loved times like this - everyone enjoying themselves. What made it even better was the occasion - Halloween. In Malfoy Manor, no less... and Hermione was dressed as a fairy. It hadn't been her idea - she had been coerced into it by her girlfriends. She did think it was a silly idea at first but she soon got caught up in the excitement of designing her costume.

Her, Ginny and Lavender had the same costume, the only variation was the colour. Hermione was in dark blue, Ginny in forest green and Lavender in dusky pink. They had been nicknamed by Harry and Ron as the naughty fairies and, based on their costumes, it was very apt.

A tight-fitting bodice and skirt, almost short enough to reveal the lacy tops of the white thigh-high stockings made up the costume before finishing it off with a tiara, wings and glitter. It had been quite the spectacle when they had entered the ballroom. Some mens' eyes had not left the trio since, despite being scolded by their wives.

She watched couples dancing in the middle of the room, easily picking out her friends.

Ginny was dancing with Harry, dressed as a werewolf and giving any oglers an evil glare. He was a possessive husband and dared anyone to slobber over his wife and mother of his children. Hermione could see the smile on Ginny's face, revelling in Harry's display.

Her eyes danced over the crowd, settling on Lavender and Ron. Ron obviously loved his wife's costume - his hands were plastered to her arse and, the way they were kissing, it looked like they were shagging. Lavender obviously wasn't put off by Ron's costume - it was true love if she could snog Frankenstein.

What a strange bunch they must look like - three fairies, a werewolf and Frankenstein. All they needed was a vampire to finish it off. Luckily, they did but he was over at the other side of the room speaking to his father.

Draco Malfoy - a man perfectly suited to the seductive nature of a vampire. He looked spectacular, as usual, although he hadn't really come up with a costume. Black trousers, dark green shirt and slicked back hair. The only thing that gave away he was a vampire was his teeth, altered to fangs by a spell for the night.

Hermione was sure he had bewitched nearly every woman in the room, as well as a few men. He loved all the attention, you could see it in the way he strutted about the room.

'Someone so needs to teach him a lesson,' she grumbled.

'Who needs a lesson, Granger?' The silk tone of Draco's voice glided over her.

She turned to face him, 'A certain vampire who's gotten a little too arrogant, know who that could be, Malfoy?', she added with a smirk.

He flashed a grin back at her, his transfigured fangs sending an illicit thrill through her. He stepped closer to her and she fought to control her breathing as he nearly overwhelmed her, the sweet scent of his cologne circling around her.

'As long as it's you doing the teaching...' He winked at her before striding off to speak to his mother as she called him over. Hermione watched him go, trying to calm herself as her eyes were drawn to his gorgeous arse. It was a work of art and her eyes reluctantly left it, tracing up his back, the shirt showing off his muscles, enticing her to touch him. She licked her lips in anticipation, before raising her eyes to... meet his. Oh God, he had been watching her ogle him. He smirked at her before she turned away, heading to the bathroom to cool herself down.

She made her way down one of the dark hallways of the Manor, thinking over how she couldn't help herself when it came to Draco. Ever since Draco had become an honorary member of their group, she had been fixated on him. He was so handsome, could make any witch drool at fifty paces and Hermione was one of them.

Lost in her lascivious thoughts of him, she didn't notice the arm shooting out of the darkness. She squealed as she was pulled into the dark alcove, pinned to the wall as that familiar scent invaded her senses again. Before she could breath a word, lips covered hers and she responded to the passionate kiss, tongues sliding together as Hermione traced the fangs in his mouth.

She broke the kiss to breathe, 'what are you doing Draco?' Accustomed to the dark, she gazed up at him, just picking out the sparkling silver of his eyes, reflecting the desire she felt.

'You haven't been able to keep your eyes off me all night and I have been hard watching you flit about in this ridiculously tiny outfit,' he answered, thrusting against her so she could feel what she did to him.

'So, what do you plan to do now, Mr Vampire, anyone could walk past,' she replied, adopting a shy manner to tease him.

He grinned at her in appreciation, 'Well, little fairy, I'm going to fuck your brains out, I don't care who sees.'

'You've got your work cut out for you because I'm very brainy,' she replied with a smirk. He answered with one of his own before catching her mouth in another burning kiss, his passion overwhelming her until she answered with her own. Draco pressed her into the wall, his fingers getting lost in the tumble of her glittered hair as Hermione tangled her fingers in his blond locks. He broke away from her mouth with a groan, kissing his way down her jaw and neck, nipping the sensitive flesh.

'Oh Draco, please, fuck me,' Hermione moaned, her wanton words showing how lost she was to her passion. They were both tense with desire, desperate to feel each other. Hermione fumbled with his belt as Draco whispered a spell he had learned years ago, ridding Hermione of her knickers. He traced the lace of her stockings before sliding his fingers up her thigh.

Just as he hoped, she was wet and ready for him and, with him freed from the confines of his trousers, he couldn't wait to feel her heat surrounding his cock. He lifted her against the wall, her hips circling his as he positioned her against him. He met her eyes as he thrusted into her and then silenced her with his mouth as she moaned in pleasure.

He was glad there was music at the party or else everyone would have heard the noise they were making. Although it was exciting to think anyone might catch them. They really shouldn't be doing this but that didn't matter now. All that mattered was the tight, wet heat of Hermione embracing his cock.

'Draco, please...' Hermione moaned, encouraging him to move faster, thrusting deep into her as she gripped onto his shoulders, her heels digging into his thighs. Hermione lost all sense of where she was, her only focus the hardness of Draco as he pounded into her, their moans echoing in the dark.

She had been aroused all night, her eyes following him around the room and the fire inside of her was quickly building. She tilted her head back as his lips found her neck again, biting down on just the right spot to drive her wild.

'Draco! Yes!,' she moaned, each stroke of his cock hitting just the right spot.

'Oh, Hermione, I love you,' Draco groaned, and with a few final thrusts, he felt her start to shudder and then explode in orgasm. Hermione was lost in the bliss of her orgasm as Draco kept thrusting into her, prolonging the intense pleasure. He watched her come apart in his arms, soft words of love spoken from her heightening his pleasure. He followed her quickly into orgasm, he didn't stand a chance as she contracted and pulsed on his cock.

'Hermione!,' he cried as he thrust deep into her and spilled inside her, his face buried into her neck. They rested joined together, panting for breath, echoes of their pleasure tingling through their bodies with the slightest movement.

'Merlin, that was good.' Hermione gasped, her body sated as she clung to her husband.

'It always is with us, love,' Draco replied, smiling at how gorgeous she looked after she came. He couldn't quite pick out the blush on her cheeks in the shadows but he knew it would be there. It was the gentle smile and look of love that got to him every time. He kissed her, gently teasing her lips before she opened for him, tongues lazily sliding against each other.

'I suppose we better get back to the party,' Hermione moaned, as Draco pulled away from her and set her back on her feet, 'people will notice we're missing. Who knows what they'll think.'

'Who cares, love. It's perfectly normal for a husband and wife to have sex.'

'I know it is Draco but not for a fairy and a vampire in the middle of a Halloween party.'

He smirked at her as he zipped up his trousers, 'I just thought it was time to christen another part of the manor.'

She stepped into the circle of his arms, 'I don't think there's anywhere left to christen,' she replied, kissing him and stepping back into the hallway.

'Trust me love, I can think of a few more places.' He gently slapped her arse, before taking her hand as they headed back to the party.

'Draco!' she scolded, although there wasn't any real weight to her words. As they came round the corner, they were stopped by Lucius, dressed in his usual exquisite robes. Apparently he was a homicidal maniac - as they could look like anyone. Hermione had thought it in bad taste but apparently the patriarch of the Malfoy family didn't believe in dressing up for Halloween.

'If you insist of cavorting in hallways, please try to keep the moans of passion down,' Lucius drawled, a twinkle in his eye as he spoke. A blush from Hermione and a smirk from Draco was his only response. 'If you are about to re-enter the party, I suggest you take a look in the mirror before you go,' and, with a half-smile he left them and headed into the ballroom.

They looked guiltily at each other, able to see their appearance in the light now. Hermione's wings had been crushed against the wall, her tiara was askew and her lipstick had been smudged. Draco's hair was sticking up and his lips were covered in the remnants of his wife's lipstick. A quick reparo on Hermione's wings and a scourgify to rid Draco of lipstick and they were presentable once again.

As Draco took Hermione's arm and walked back into the party, Hermione realised something was missing.

'Draco?' she whispered.

'Yes, my love?'

'Where are my knickers?' The music having quieted down in their absence, Draco's laughter caught a lot of attention as the couple walked to their table.

Draco held out Hermione's chair before joining her at the head table, Hermione scowling slightly at him before he smiled at her, flashing his fangs once again and kissed her. Both of them were blissfuly unaware of all the whispers in the crowd. Had Draco been covered in so much glitter earlier? And how did Hermione get those two puncture wounds on her neck?

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Just so you know, in my head, Remus didn't die so Harry's costume isn't in bad taste. Also, blame Lucius's costume on me watching Addams Family at the weekend - Wednesday said it.

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