Roommates
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
11,411
Reviews:
31
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Roommates
A/N: Here we go again. Reviews are definitely appreciated! Let me know what you think.
Chapter One.
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“So what’s it like living with one third of the Golden Trio?” Draco Malfoy’s aristocratic voice rang out as he threw his arms up to cover his eyes as he reclined back against the couch. “Her voice itself must drive you mad.”
“It’s not that bad. Besides, there are some perks to having to live with her.”
They were sitting side by side on the Head’s Common Rooms couch. The fireplace was roaring across from them as the heat and the light omitting from the fire danced illusively around the room. Blaise was very much into his book while Draco just acted as if he owned the place.
“Oh yeah? Name one.” Hiding his bemused expression under his arm, Draco sighed as he finally felt ease after what had to have been the longest week of his life. So much had happened and he was finally finally glad that he was allowed to vent to someone who actually gave a damn.
Firstly, Pansy somehow got it in her small twisted little mind that he had proposed to her over the summer – even though, they hadn’t even seen each other the entire two months. Secondly, the Weasel must have finally decided to hold out on Potter because boy wonder came back from summer break twice the bloody git he usually was. So now instead of staying with their little trio and keeping their problems to themselves, Potter prances around in his superhero tights poking his nose in everything and anything that didn’t have shit to do with the bastard. If there was ever a bloke that needed to get laid…
“She’s remarkably tidy.” Blaise responded as he licked his finger and flipped the page.
“You thought otherwise? This is Granger we’re talking about. Name another.”
“Just watch, will you?” With that said, Blaise did nothing more than stretch his legs out and continue reading his book.
“What? What are you going on about?” A hint of annoyance backed his words as Malfoy’s eye twitched under his arm. Pulling away and fully looking at Blaise, he opened his mouth to voice his frustrations until Hermione’s room door roughly pulled open revealing the Head Girl in its way.
The next thing either of them knew, the usually reserved girl flew down the stairs and rushed towards the bookcase right next to the fireplace. She leaned down and started running her fingers over the spines as she started muttering to herself.
“Hello to you too, Granger.” Draco scowled as he crossed his arms and sat back in a huff.
“Malfoy. Blaise.” She acknowledge without even turning around to face the two Slytherins. “Where is it… where is it?”
Her searching became even more frantic as she neared the bottom of the shelf. Bending over to get a closer look, she was completely oblivious to the rising tension developing around her.
Draco’s expression was replaced with astonishment as Blaise smirked while refocusing his entire attention on the Gryffindor Golden Girl.
She was bent over. Displaying nice creamy white thighs to the entire world, which currently consisted of two horny Slytherin. But that wasn’t all. She was dressed in the school skirt and the same white button down dress shirt. However, the biggest difference was that the skirt now seemed way too short. Her usually pristine white ironed down shirt was now in a state of disarray – it was wrinkly and crumpled and completely pulled out from being tucked in her skirt – the edges moved with her body as she reached down further in pursuit of her precious text. Her hair, usually a bushy mane, was wildly thrown into a bun and pinned on top of her head with her wand.
And finally, finally the absolutely most pressing difference between the normal Granger and the completely figurative Gryffindor before them right now was the view of her dark, lacy, emerald green thong being unconsciously revealed to the utterly astonished self proclaimed Slytherin bad boy, Draco Malfoy.
Sucking in a breath of air, Malfoy puffed up like a puffer fish as his dark blue-gray eyes automatically zeroed on Hermione Granger’s completely covered cunt. Nothing was left to the imagination, and yet, everything was left to his perverse imageries.
Blaise settled comfortably against the couch with a knowing grin on his face while Draco looked on with a gapping mouth. But soon as it started, the show was over. Hermione stood up and without even a word of good-bye and left two very attentive boys following her every move, behind.
“…”
“Every night, like clock work.”
“…”
“She also has a thing with not locking the bathroom door.”
“…” Draco’s view snapped from the closed door of Hogwarts Head Girl to gaze intently at the bemused expression of Hogwarts luckiest bloke.
“Oh. And she often sleep walks into my bed.”
Finally, the astonishment of this news permitted an uncharacteristically non-Draco move as his jaw dropped open in surprise.
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A/N: lol. I’m just running with this one right now. And I’m itching to write up some lemon scenes. …if you know what I mean. Haha. Mmmm. Draco or Blaise? Who gets to go first?
Chapter One.
--
“So what’s it like living with one third of the Golden Trio?” Draco Malfoy’s aristocratic voice rang out as he threw his arms up to cover his eyes as he reclined back against the couch. “Her voice itself must drive you mad.”
“It’s not that bad. Besides, there are some perks to having to live with her.”
They were sitting side by side on the Head’s Common Rooms couch. The fireplace was roaring across from them as the heat and the light omitting from the fire danced illusively around the room. Blaise was very much into his book while Draco just acted as if he owned the place.
“Oh yeah? Name one.” Hiding his bemused expression under his arm, Draco sighed as he finally felt ease after what had to have been the longest week of his life. So much had happened and he was finally finally glad that he was allowed to vent to someone who actually gave a damn.
Firstly, Pansy somehow got it in her small twisted little mind that he had proposed to her over the summer – even though, they hadn’t even seen each other the entire two months. Secondly, the Weasel must have finally decided to hold out on Potter because boy wonder came back from summer break twice the bloody git he usually was. So now instead of staying with their little trio and keeping their problems to themselves, Potter prances around in his superhero tights poking his nose in everything and anything that didn’t have shit to do with the bastard. If there was ever a bloke that needed to get laid…
“She’s remarkably tidy.” Blaise responded as he licked his finger and flipped the page.
“You thought otherwise? This is Granger we’re talking about. Name another.”
“Just watch, will you?” With that said, Blaise did nothing more than stretch his legs out and continue reading his book.
“What? What are you going on about?” A hint of annoyance backed his words as Malfoy’s eye twitched under his arm. Pulling away and fully looking at Blaise, he opened his mouth to voice his frustrations until Hermione’s room door roughly pulled open revealing the Head Girl in its way.
The next thing either of them knew, the usually reserved girl flew down the stairs and rushed towards the bookcase right next to the fireplace. She leaned down and started running her fingers over the spines as she started muttering to herself.
“Hello to you too, Granger.” Draco scowled as he crossed his arms and sat back in a huff.
“Malfoy. Blaise.” She acknowledge without even turning around to face the two Slytherins. “Where is it… where is it?”
Her searching became even more frantic as she neared the bottom of the shelf. Bending over to get a closer look, she was completely oblivious to the rising tension developing around her.
Draco’s expression was replaced with astonishment as Blaise smirked while refocusing his entire attention on the Gryffindor Golden Girl.
She was bent over. Displaying nice creamy white thighs to the entire world, which currently consisted of two horny Slytherin. But that wasn’t all. She was dressed in the school skirt and the same white button down dress shirt. However, the biggest difference was that the skirt now seemed way too short. Her usually pristine white ironed down shirt was now in a state of disarray – it was wrinkly and crumpled and completely pulled out from being tucked in her skirt – the edges moved with her body as she reached down further in pursuit of her precious text. Her hair, usually a bushy mane, was wildly thrown into a bun and pinned on top of her head with her wand.
And finally, finally the absolutely most pressing difference between the normal Granger and the completely figurative Gryffindor before them right now was the view of her dark, lacy, emerald green thong being unconsciously revealed to the utterly astonished self proclaimed Slytherin bad boy, Draco Malfoy.
Sucking in a breath of air, Malfoy puffed up like a puffer fish as his dark blue-gray eyes automatically zeroed on Hermione Granger’s completely covered cunt. Nothing was left to the imagination, and yet, everything was left to his perverse imageries.
Blaise settled comfortably against the couch with a knowing grin on his face while Draco looked on with a gapping mouth. But soon as it started, the show was over. Hermione stood up and without even a word of good-bye and left two very attentive boys following her every move, behind.
“…”
“Every night, like clock work.”
“…”
“She also has a thing with not locking the bathroom door.”
“…” Draco’s view snapped from the closed door of Hogwarts Head Girl to gaze intently at the bemused expression of Hogwarts luckiest bloke.
“Oh. And she often sleep walks into my bed.”
Finally, the astonishment of this news permitted an uncharacteristically non-Draco move as his jaw dropped open in surprise.
--
A/N: lol. I’m just running with this one right now. And I’m itching to write up some lemon scenes. …if you know what I mean. Haha. Mmmm. Draco or Blaise? Who gets to go first?