The First Taste

Hi, everyone! This is just a story I’ll be updating occasionally. There’s a small plot but nothing too serious, just opportunities to get our favorite couple in the sack! (and solve a small mystery as well!) LOL. I’ll be updating this when I need a bit of a break from my darker, more serious story: War & Peace: HP Style. Enjoy!

The First Taste

Give me the first taste
Let it begin
Heaven cannot wait forever
Darling, just start the chase
I’ll let you win
But you must make the endeavor

- The First Taste, Fiona Apple

Hermione Granger, Magical Solicitor for the Department for the Regulation and Care of Magical Creatures, sighed in annoyance at Herbert Hinckletrain. He was her new assistant, and not a very good one at that. He was of medium height, and average build. He wore glasses that were too large for his face and his sandy blond hair was slicked back. Five minutes never went by without him sniffling and wiping his nose with a dirty handkerchief, a habit that grossed Hermione out and constantly had her scourgifying every surface in her office.

“I apologize, Ms. Granger, but Uncle Byron specifically requested that you search for the missing file in the Riordan’s Hippogriff case. And you know how Uncle Byron gets when things are not where they aught to be.” His voice was whiny, like a schoolchild trying to get out of an assignment. Uncle Byron, my arse, thought Hermione. Her boss’ nephew was spoiled and even Byron Hinckletrain couldn’t stand him.

“Fine, Herbert. I’ll search for the missing file. You can take the rest of the afternoon off.” The smile that crossed his face had her trying desperately not to flinch at the sheer creepiness of it. No one should look that odd with a smile on their face.

Once he was gone, Hermione reached into the box of files underneath her desk and pulled out the Riordan case. She realized it was perhaps a rather Slytherin thing to do, but then again she had been spending more time with Blaise Zabini and Marcus Flint. The two men had sort of taken her under their wing once they had found out that Ron and Harry were too busy with their new families to spend much time with her. Not that she had all that much time to spend, but she was grateful for their company.

Flint had a wicked sense of humor and his looks had only improved as he’d gotten older. He had had his teeth straightened after the war, and had started to work out at a Muggle gym, something his now deceased father was probably rolling in his grave over. The witches always clamored for his attention. They couldn’t go anywhere without Marcus ending up with no less then 10 Floo addresses in his pocket by the end of the night. More than once an obsessed witch had tried to follow him home, and more than once he had begged Hermione to pretend she was with him to avoid said witch.

Zabini was different. He was the consummate Italian lover. Tanned, with dark eyes and hair, he was a gentleman in every sense of the word. He adored women, all women. Be they young, old, fat, skinny, tall, short, beautiful, or average looking, each one was sure to feel special in his presence. Hermione often wished she could feel something other than friendship for Blaise, but it was not to be. He enjoyed his status as a lothario and Hermione had too much self-respect to fall for that type of man.

She smiled at the thought of meeting up with her ‘men’ later. Blaise had made her promise to join them at Pure Magic later. It was an exclusive club in the center of Wizarding London, and from the stories Marcus and Blaise had told it was the place to see and be seen. Anybody who was Somebody in the wizarding world went there. She wasn’t one for clubs, but she didn’t have the heart to tell them no. Pushing aside those thoughts, Hermione returned her attention to the Riordan case in front of her.


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Hermione stood at the bar, sandwiched between Marcus and Blaise. The music was thumping and she could feel the bass as though it was a part of her regular heartbeat. Bodies were packed on the dance floor, couples grinding with the beat, friends cutting loose. A buxom blonde walked up to Marcus and grabbed his hand to lead him onto the dance floor.

Blaise leaned down to shout over the music into Hermione’s ear. “How much you want to bet that young lady winds up in his bed tonight?” he asked.

Hermione laughed and leaned up to reply. “I may have fallen for that wager once, but I won’t again. That’s a fool’s bet, and this girl is no fool.”

Blaise was about to reply when a statuesque brunette caught his attention. He was torn between wanting to talk with her and stay by Hermione. Fortunately for him, Hermione noticed his dilemma and nudged him in the direction of his latest conquest. He sent a questioning glance in her direction, but she reassured him with a smile. Honestly, why did all of her male friends think she couldn’t take care of herself?


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He watched her from across the club. Tonight would be the night he would approach her. Tell her of his feelings. They would dance and she would pull him close. Their hearts would beat in a syncopated rhythm. She would be his……Forever.

He smiled as he made his way across the floor towards her.


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“Well, well, Granger does know how to come out and play after all.” The masculine voice in her ear could only belong to one person. Malfoy. He was the bane of her existence during her Seventh Year at Hogwarts and all throughout her University years as well. Rolling her eyes she turned to face him.

“Malfoy. I’d say it’s a pleasure to see you but it really never is.” Her remarks were not designed to hurt, but rather just a continuation of the competitive banter they had been sharing since they their days as Head Boy and Head Girl.

“In that dress, Granger, I’d say pleasure is something you are definitely looking for. I’d be happy to help you find it.” He winked and smiled down at her and it was the first time she noticed how engaging his smile could be. He was physically attractive, no doubt about that. He had a lean, muscular build and the pale boy of his youth had given way to the handsome, healthy looking man standing before her. Briefly, she wondered what it would be like to sleep with him, but then shrugged the idea away. He was Malfoy after all.

For his part, Draco couldn’t remember the last time he had seen Granger look so spectacularly seducible. Her dress was short and black. The straps were thick enough to hold it up, but the deep V captured his complete attention. Wouldn’t he just love to bury his face between what he thought must be a perfect pair of tits? He groaned under his breath as his cock twitched to life. Her legs were deliciously long and beautifully sculpted. He could well imagine kissing his way up them, lifting the hem of her skirt higher, and higher…

“Malfoy! My eyes are up here!” Hermione had stepped closer in order to be heard over the music and he could feel the warmth of her body next to him. Their eyes met and he saw amusement mixed with something else. Deciding to take a chance, he wrapped a strong arm around her waist and led her onto the dance floor.

The music was loud, the bass pumping and Hermione let it take over. She swayed and dipped and moved to the rhythm. Draco matched her move for move and as the music continued to play there bodies moved closer. His hands encircled her waist even as her hands slid up his chest to rest on his shoulders. The heat between them began to build.

He slid one leg between hers and Hermione gasped at the new friction this created. Still they moved together, closer, hips grinding, and she became aware of his arousal. Draco wanted more than just this dance, he wanted to move with her. Naked. He wanted to see her face when she came, wanted to hear his name screamed from her plump lips.

She wondered if Draco was feeling the same intense attraction that she was. His arousal was pressed against her hip as they danced, his hands roamed her back, sliding down over her backside for a light squeeze and she moaned at the contact. Her skin tingled from his touch and instinctively she moved closer, tipping her head back to look into straight into his lust filled eyes.

Without hesitation he kissed her. Hard. Passionate. Their tongues swirled around , each fighting for dominance. Hermione twined her arms around his neck and arched her body against his. More was all she could think. More contact. More feeling.

Draco had one thought, and that was to get her off the dance floor so that he could get her off underneath him. Pulling back he smirked at how breathless and turned on she looked. The apparition point was just outside, but he was throbbing painfully and he was so rock solid, he didn’t think he could wait. He wanted her now.

Hermione was in a daze. Something had definitely sparked between herself and Draco, and she wanted to feel it explode. He grabbed her hand and pulled her along behind him. She didn’t hesitate to follow. Vaguely she thought of letting Blaise and Marcus know she was alright, but she couldn’t make herself let go of Draco long enough.

Draco reached his destination and yanked her inside, looking to make sure no one else was in the room. Hermione blinked in recognition. They were in the Ladies Room. With a flick of his wrist, Draco had the door locked and in one swift movement he had Hermione up against the wall. His body was pressed up against hers and his hands were gripping her waist.

“You’ve got one chance to walk away, Granger.” His voice was deep, lust filled and though she heard the words, Hermione knew she couldn’t walk away if she tried. Placing her hands on either side of his face she brought his head close to hers.

“Take me now.” She kissed him hungrily, needing more of him. Her hands wrapped themselves in his hair, holding tight to keep him there. Draco positioned himself so that he was standing between her legs, and rolled his hips into hers. Both of them groaned at the feel.

As they kissed Draco slid one hand down her leg, lifting it and placing it over his hip, allowing him to place his cock against her core. Hermione tilted her head back as he let his lips travel down the side of her neck, nipping and licking at the most sensitive spots.

“Gods, witch,” he moaned as she slipped a hand between them, rubbing his erection through his trousers. Slowly, he raised the hem of her dress, letting his fingers caress her inner thigh. He pulled back away from her, taking in her flushed face and swollen lips. She whimpered at the loss of his heat, but it was quickly swallowed when he knelt in front of her. His hands slid up her thighs, raising her dress to her hips. He swallowed thickly when he realized she was bare underneath. She wasn’t wearing any knickers and as she kept herself completely shaven, he was given an unobstructed view of her glistening pussy lips.

Draco brought a finger up and gently ran it back and forth over her labia. She gasped at the contact and pushed her hips towards him, seeking more of his touch. “Draco…..” It was a harsh whisper, and he knew it probably wouldn’t take her long to come. Gently spreading her with his fingers, Draco leaned forward and began to lick and suck her clit gently in his mouth.

“Oh….oh…” her whimpers and moans were making him harder then he had ever been. He slid two fingers into her and felt the walls of her pussy clench around him. She was soaking wet and he was like a man dying of thirst. He couldn’t get enough of her and when she rocked her hips harder against him, her breath coming in short pants he knew she was close. Suddenly tasting her was not enough, he wanted to be inside her when she came.

Standing up, he deftly unfastened his trousers and them, along with his boxers to the floor.

“Draco ….please……”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m going to give us both what we deserve.” He lifted her up sp that both her legs wrapped around his waist and in one strong thrust he was buried balls deep inside of her. Barely giving either of them time to adjust he slammed her back against the wall and began to move with in her.

Hermione felt stretched to the max and still she wanted to feel more of him. Nothing had ever felt as good as Draco sheathing himself inside her and she urged him on. Her chants of ‘more’ and ‘harder’ drove him crazy, her husky voice music to his ears.

Draco pounded into her. She was so warm and wet, and deliciously tight. “Fuck, Granger, who knew you’d feel so fucking perfect.” He groaned, pressing his lips to her neck and nipping her sweet spot.

“So fucking tight….”

“Oh. Gods, Draco, right there…right there….”

“Come on, Hermione. Come for me.”

“Oh…Oh…Ah…Ah…Draco!!!” She screamed as a tidal wave of ecstasy crashed over her. She arched back, letting the pleasure course through her.

The feeling of her walls clenching around him, and hearing her shout his name sent Draco over the edge. “Ah……Hermione…..” He thrust one last time, spilling his seed deep inside of her. As the pleasure ebbed he slumped against her as she slowly slid her legs down his own so that she could stand, barely, on her own.

Hermione was slowly coming down from her sexual high when reality slapped her hard in the face. She had just had sex with Draco Malfoy in the ladies room of Pure Magic! Nervous now, she smoothed out her dress as Draco stepped back to pull up his trousers. He turned to speak, to ask if she was ok, if he was too rough, but before he could say anything she beat a hasty retreat out the door.

She headed back to the bar where she found Marcus looking for her. Pleading a headache, she had him escort her to the apparition point so that she could go home.

“You alright, then, Hermione? You look a little flushed?” Marcus was concerned, he’d never seen her so flushed before, and come to think of it she was looking a little more mussed then she had when they arrived - Oh, I see. Cheeky little thing got some and now she was too embarrassed to stay. Biting back a grin, he watched as she apparated out of sight.

“Flint!” Hearing his name he turned and watched as his long time friend, Draco Malfoy, approach him. “Have you seen Hermione?” Marcus narrowed his eyes. Hermione? Since when did Draco call her that?

“Malfoy, you didn’t! Not Hermione, all those pretty birds in the club and you went after the one you should have left alone.” Marcus was suddenly feeling very protective of Hermione. Malfoy was a decent enough bloke, a better mate than most, but he was not one-woman material.

Draco had no real response for Flint. It was obvious what, or who, he had done. Shrugging he spoke, “Maybe.” But she wasn’t like the other women in the club. Hermione Granger was the first woman he still wanted to talk to after the sex was done.


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He watched, rage tightening his gut as his witch danced with another man. Watched as she let him touch her and kiss her. The bitterness tastes like pure acid on his tongue.

The intensity of his emotions increased tenfold when he saw the man lead her into the bathroom. He followed them and felt the magic that sealed the door from anyone walking in. That fucking whore! His angel, she was fallen now, sullied like the other sluts that had gone before her. She would pay, of that he was sure.

He left the club. There were plans to be made. The witch would be punished. But the wizard, the wizard would die for touching what did not belong to him.