wizard_love assignment.
Now. The Masterlist has finally been posted, which means I am allowed to post my fic on my own journal. Yay!
PS : wizard_love was held at IJ this year. Just so you know. ;-)
Title:The Misplacement of Love Potion n° 9/b
Author/Artist: draco_crescendo
Recipient's LJ name: vegetasbubble
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairing(s): Draco/Hermione - implied background Harry/Ginny
Word Count: ~3000
Warnings (if any): Misplaced spiked plates, vanilla, sex.
Authors notes: Thank you, my dearest Sari. Since I only just now figured out you like this pairing, you were the first to read the fic. Thank you so much! *smooches* vegetasbubble, I hope you like it. :-)
The Misplacement of Love Potion n° 9/b
February thirteenth. What a bloody fabulous date for Harry and Ginny to get married. Hermione sat somewhere in the corner, elbow perched on the table besides her, chin resting in her palm. She was not pleased, not pleased at all. Looking at the dance floor, she scowled at some of the people she saw there. Not that they were quite dancing yet, but they seemed to be happily chatting away. She glared at Ron. He hadn’t talked to her all day and it pissed her off quite badly. Well, he hadn’t spoken much to her at all the last few months.
Always busy, it seemed. Whether it was boasting about what he was arranging for the wedding, going out with friends for drinks or going to see a Quidditch match. But no time for Hermione, oh no. She snorted inwardly. The war had ended two years ago and not a single move had come from Ron during that time. She felt like that fourth year at the Yule Ball all over again and for some reason, she didn’t expect anything to change any time soon. Ron couldn’t really be that thick, now could he?
Drinks were being served and Hermione knew they were going to start on the buffet quite soon. Glancing over to the long tables with food, she did have to admit it looked utterly delicious. Almost a shame to spike it, but that had been the plan for weeks now. She patted the small vial in her pocket to make sure it was still there, before sutbly pulling it out. In the dim light, it gleamed slightly pink. Hermione, of course, knew better. It had a mother-of-pearl sheen in daylight and she almost felt guilty for having to use it for such an idiotic purpose, but her patience was running thin.
And she knew this little vial of Amortentia would work. After all, it had been brewed and adapted by the twins and no matter Hermione thought of them as a bunch of clowns, they were still brilliant in their work. This small amount was good enough for twelve hours and it would give Hermione enough time to do and say to him what she wanted as she was certain Ron would still remember after the effects had worn off. Now, only to find the perfect dish to spill it in…
~~**~~
Hermione had filled a plate with Ron’s favourite food, before emptying the vial’s content over them. She smirked. Now, that would be enough. She glanced around and frowned. Now where did she put her own plate? When she noticed it sitting at the other end of the table, she stood up with a sigh and went to get it. But when she came back, the plate intended for Ron was gone. Her eyes widened slightly. ‘Oh dear.’ She forced herself to relax. With a bit of luck, someone had taken it away and dumped its contents in the trash. After all, it had looked rather distasteful. She sat herself down with the other guests and started on her food, casually glancing around the table in case someone had gotten their hands on that spike plate anyway, but everything seemed to be in order.
An hour later, the thought of someone having consumed the potion had completely slipped her mind. The last guests were finishing up their conversations at the table, while the others were preparing themselves for dancing. Hermione had sat herself down in one of the corners again, scowling because she still hadn’t gotten any attention from a certain thick-headed redhead. Hours passed and she didn’t move, but watched couples move across the floor, while the ones who weren’t dancing seemed to be getting drunker each minute.
Draco had been surprised to be even invited to Potter and the Weaslette’s Harry and Ginny’s wedding. He had surprised himself even more though when he had offered to hold the reception at Malfoy Manor afterwards. He couldn’t even remember what had brought him to offer it, but he was sort of glad he had. There were lots of people and it seemed to make the manor a little less empty. Even if it was just for one night. The buffet had been delicious, the champagne even better, but now, there was this strange light-headed feeling in his head that he couldn’t quite blame on the alcohol. He rubbed at his eyes and glanced around the room. He noticed Hermione Granger sulking - or rather scowling - in one of the corners and he sauntered over to her. “Would you like to dance?”
He mentally smacked himself. Where had that come from? Now, she was looking up at him with those confused, suspicious brown eyes, but he couldn’t bring himself to run. Draco simply stood there, his hand out, waiting for her to get up and take it. To his surprise, she did. Well, it was always better than punching him in the nose, wasn’t it? She danced well. Graceful and light on her feet. Draco decided he liked dancing with her. But suddenly, he found there was more that he liked about her. There was something about her that seemed very attractive. Maybe it was the dark blue dress she was wearing, maybe her eyes, or the smell of her hair… He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he found it simply too tempting to not lean closer to her and kiss her cheek.
When Draco leaned in, Hermione jerked her head back, frowning. Now that was unusual. She studied him for a moment and then it hit her. The love potion. He must have taken the plate. She inwardly groaned and avoided another one of his attempts to kiss her cheek. His eyes were a little too bright and his behaviour a little too odd. She would have been able to blame it on the champagne they all had, but his coordination seemed perfect, still. This could be quite awkward, she reckoned. She stopped dancing and tugged at his hand. “Come on, you.” She muttered. “We need to have a little chat.” She pulled him across the dance floor, ignoring the stares they were getting, and into the cool hallway. She let go of his hand and sighed.
"Malf- Draco, I don't think you know what you're doing." Hermione quietly said, turning her back to him. "This is not..." The words died in her throat at the feeling of his hands on her shoulders, slowly slipping down her arms. His breath was hot against the back of her neck and she involuntarily shivered. "I mean..." Her eyes fluttered shut at the touch of his lips against her skin. Unconsciously, she tilted her head a little, giving better access to the more sensitive areas of her neck. "Draco, no..." She mumbled. Despite her mind's protests, her body tingled all over while something fluttered in her stomach. She didn't know whether it was the alcohol or the way his lips felt against her skin. "Stop..." Her voice had been reduced to a husky whisper, but she couldn't really tell if she meant it. His hands had slipped down to her sides and she noticed she was leaning back against him, knees trembling. She let out a small gasp as Draco lightly bit down on bare skin right above her collar bone. One hand reached behind her and twisted in his dress robes, looking for something to hold onto.
She hadn't had any affection in a long time and her mind slowly ceased to protest, shutting down altogether. When Draco pressed a soft kiss against her cheek, Hermione slowly opened her eyes and forced herself to turn around to face him. She stumbled a little, feeling light-headed. Still holding onto his dress robes, she looked up at him. His grey eyes stared back at her, a glint in them she had never seen before. When she opened her mouth to say something, Draco leaned in and captured her lips with his own. Hermione stiffened for a moment, eyes wide. Draco pulled back slightly, looking down at her as he brushed his nose against hers. Hermione's eyes fell shut when she felt his lips against hers again. She gave into the kiss, her body easily relaxing as she felt his arms slip around her waist. Slow was one of the words that came to her mind, followed by gentle, something that she would never have called Draco at all. Hesitant, she parted her lips, allowing him to deepen the kiss. Her arms shakily came up and wrapped themselves around his shoulders. On his tongue, she could taste the sweet food that she had piled on the plate originally meant for Ron, mixed with the slightly more bitter taste of champagne and something else she couldn't quite place.
Draco moved and Hermione followed, trying not to stumble as they not even once broke the kiss. It was firm, but yet at the same time gentle. Her fingers curled into his robes, not wanting to let go, scared that she might fall over. But she didn't. Draco had his arms securely wrapped around her waist as they made their way up the staircase, careful not to trip. Hermione barely registered where they were going, lost in the dream of this wonderful experience. A chill ran down her spine and made her pull away, although it was slowly. She blinked as she looked around the room. She couldn't even remember coming up the stairs and entering his bedroom. She didn't even have the time to take in her surroundings as Draco kissed her neck again, hands coming up to her shoulder, slipping the straps of her dress down her shoulders, before undoing the small series of buttons on her back one by one as his lips moved to her shoulder.
The silk rippled down her body and pooled around her feet in a pool of midnight blue. Draco took a step back when she turned around to face him, slipping her shoes off as she stepped out of the dress. His hands strayed back to her sides, fingers caressing the bare skin as he leaned in to kiss her again. Hermione's trembling fingers slid the outer robes down his shoulders, before starting to loosen up the buttons of his shirt. His fingers traced complicated patterns on her lower back, before starting to creep a little higher, starting to fumble with her bra. When it snapped loose, Draco slipped the straps down her shoulders, before taking a moment to shrug his own robe and shirt off. Hermione took off her bra and tossed it onto the floor where her dress lay. She broke away from the kiss as her hands ran over the scar on his chest, blinking at it, before looking up at him, a questioning look in her eyes. Draco avoided her gaze as sat down on the bed, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into his lap. Hermione effortlessly tried to capture his gaze, but he stubbornly kept looking away.
She ran her fingers through his hair, kissing the corner of his mouth as an apology. Sometimes words weren't necessary to get things across. Draco turned his head and kissed her lips. This time it was Hermione's time to deepen the kiss, pressing herself closer to him, arms wrapping around his neck. One of Draco's hands slid up her side, cupping her breast, flicking his thumb across the nipple. Hermione shivered. Pulling away from the kiss, Draco gently pushed her off his lap and onto the bed, laying down beside her. Dipping his head down, he took one of her nipples into his mouth, while he rolled the other one between his fingers. Hermione closed her eyes and moaned quietly. Draco swirled his tongue around the hardened nub, before softly blowing on it. His fingers pinched the other one and Hermione squirmed under his touch. As he sucked it back into his mouth, his other hand slid down her stomach, resting on her hip for a moment, before starting to tug her knickers down. Hermione lifted her hips, one hand running through Draco's hair as she attempted to unbuckle his belt with the other one. Knickers tossed aside, Draco lay back and pried Hermione's fingers away to undo his belt and shove his own trousers and boxers down. Struggling to get them off, he rolled off the bed and hit the floor with a loud thud. "Ouch." He muttered.
Blinking, Hermione turned on her side and peered over the edge of the bed. Draco sat up, rubbing the back of his head, before leaning up to kiss her again. Slowly, he crawled onto the bed, kicking his offending trousers and underwear off in the progress. Hermione lay back down, nails lightly raking over the pale skin of his lower back as she pulled him on top of her. Lost in the kiss once more, she let him spread her legs a little. When he pushed inside of her, she scrunched her eyes shut and bit down his bottom lip. Draco hissed and stilled his movement once he was fully inside of her. One hand on her hip, he ran the other one though her hair, before caressing her cheek, watching her closely. Opening her eyes, Hermione looked back at him. She had one hand clenched in the sheets, while the other came up to cover his against her cheek. Their gazes locked for a moment and Draco began to move, slow at first. Hermione held her breath when he thrust inside her again, pressing her head back into the pillows. Her fingers pried Draco's hand away from her cheek, digging her nails into his palm.
When she moved her hips to meet his thrusts, Draco picked up the pace. Bending her knees a little, he shifted the angle, burying his cock deeper inside. Hermione bit her lip, trying to stifle the loud moan escaping her lips. Her fingers twisted in the sheets, trembling, when Draco continued to brush her g-spot with every movement. Draco grimaced when he felt Hermione's nails digging deeper and deeper into the flesh of his palm. As he felt her clench down on his cock, he groaned, throwing his head back for a moment. Sweat trickled down his temples and he dipped his head down to kiss her shoulder, the faint taste of her salty skin lingering on his lips. Letting go of the clammy sheets, Hermione scratched her nails down the back of his shoulder, arching her back as she cried out again. Managing to get an arm underneath her, Draco pulled her up a little, thrusting deep inside of her. Straddling his lap, Hermione moved up and down his cock, whimpering as she felt she was close to an orgasm. Draco moaned, wrapping his arm tightly around her waist, keeping her as close as possible. Warmth was pooling in his gut and he slowed down his movements, thrusting inside of her with deep, long strokes. Shuddering as her orgasm ripped through her body, Hermione buried her face in the crook his neck, arms tightly wrapped around his shoulders. When she clenched down, Draco scrunched his eyes shut, harshly swallowing the lump in his throat as he pushed inside of her a few more times, before reaching his climax himself.
Trying to regain his breath and his racing heartbeat, he idly stroked Hermione's hair. Pushing her onto her back, he carefully pulled out of her and lay down beside her. Whimpering at the loss, Hermione curled up to his chest, tilting her chin up to look at him. He kissed her, slow and lazy as sleep started to cloud his mind. He tugged at the covers and pulled them over the both of them. Hermione kissed him back, half-conscious as she felt drowsy, but satisfied. A sleepy smile crossed her lips as Draco draped an arm across her waist and pulled her close. Watching her fall asleep, Draco gently stroked the soft skin of her back, but it didn't take too long before sleep also claimed him.
~~**~~
Valentine’s Day. Hermione dreaded it since she didn’t have anyone special to share it with. She was sitting in her apartment, turning the pages of the book in her lap, but not reading any of the words. She felt rather guilty for having left the manor early this morning. As soon as she had woken up, she had slipped out of Draco’s warm embrace, dressed and had found a house elf that had let her out. She didn’t want to him to wake up with a full conscious of what had occurred between them last night. She ran a hand through her hair. She hadn’t wanted to leave him asleep like that, so she had spent several minutes waking up, drawing lazy circles over the faded Dark Mark on his forearm. Hermione had expected that she’d be freaked out by it in the morning, since she didn’t really have any time to be freaked out last night. But it hadn’t done anything to her, nothing at all. It was a mark of the past and that was that. She allowed herself to smile a little.
She jumped when there was a soft pecking against her window. Frowning, she got up and opened it to let the owl in that was waiting outside. The poor thing seemed exhausted. Not surprise there, as it had a bouquet of roses tied to its leg, accompanied by a small parchment note. She untied both of them, fed the owl a treat and let it fly off.
She returned to the sofa and inhaled the strong scent of the flowers. Roses. No one had ever given her roses before… Putting them on the table, she opened the note.
”Hermione,
I’m not so sure I was in my right mind last night. I’m quite confused about what happened, actually.
I do hope you like the roses…
By the way… Happy Valentine’s Day.
- Draco.”
She shook her head with a smile and couldn’t help but laugh at that. Maybe Valentine’s Day this year wasn’t that bad after all.
FIN.
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PS : wizard_love was held at IJ this year. Just so you know. ;-)
Title:The Misplacement of Love Potion n° 9/b
Author/Artist: draco_crescendo
Recipient's LJ name: vegetasbubble
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairing(s): Draco/Hermione - implied background Harry/Ginny
Word Count: ~3000
Warnings (if any): Misplaced spiked plates, vanilla, sex.
Authors notes: Thank you, my dearest Sari. Since I only just now figured out you like this pairing, you were the first to read the fic. Thank you so much! *smooches* vegetasbubble, I hope you like it. :-)
The Misplacement of Love Potion n° 9/b
February thirteenth. What a bloody fabulous date for Harry and Ginny to get married. Hermione sat somewhere in the corner, elbow perched on the table besides her, chin resting in her palm. She was not pleased, not pleased at all. Looking at the dance floor, she scowled at some of the people she saw there. Not that they were quite dancing yet, but they seemed to be happily chatting away. She glared at Ron. He hadn’t talked to her all day and it pissed her off quite badly. Well, he hadn’t spoken much to her at all the last few months.
Always busy, it seemed. Whether it was boasting about what he was arranging for the wedding, going out with friends for drinks or going to see a Quidditch match. But no time for Hermione, oh no. She snorted inwardly. The war had ended two years ago and not a single move had come from Ron during that time. She felt like that fourth year at the Yule Ball all over again and for some reason, she didn’t expect anything to change any time soon. Ron couldn’t really be that thick, now could he?
Drinks were being served and Hermione knew they were going to start on the buffet quite soon. Glancing over to the long tables with food, she did have to admit it looked utterly delicious. Almost a shame to spike it, but that had been the plan for weeks now. She patted the small vial in her pocket to make sure it was still there, before sutbly pulling it out. In the dim light, it gleamed slightly pink. Hermione, of course, knew better. It had a mother-of-pearl sheen in daylight and she almost felt guilty for having to use it for such an idiotic purpose, but her patience was running thin.
And she knew this little vial of Amortentia would work. After all, it had been brewed and adapted by the twins and no matter Hermione thought of them as a bunch of clowns, they were still brilliant in their work. This small amount was good enough for twelve hours and it would give Hermione enough time to do and say to him what she wanted as she was certain Ron would still remember after the effects had worn off. Now, only to find the perfect dish to spill it in…
~~**~~
Hermione had filled a plate with Ron’s favourite food, before emptying the vial’s content over them. She smirked. Now, that would be enough. She glanced around and frowned. Now where did she put her own plate? When she noticed it sitting at the other end of the table, she stood up with a sigh and went to get it. But when she came back, the plate intended for Ron was gone. Her eyes widened slightly. ‘Oh dear.’ She forced herself to relax. With a bit of luck, someone had taken it away and dumped its contents in the trash. After all, it had looked rather distasteful. She sat herself down with the other guests and started on her food, casually glancing around the table in case someone had gotten their hands on that spike plate anyway, but everything seemed to be in order.
An hour later, the thought of someone having consumed the potion had completely slipped her mind. The last guests were finishing up their conversations at the table, while the others were preparing themselves for dancing. Hermione had sat herself down in one of the corners again, scowling because she still hadn’t gotten any attention from a certain thick-headed redhead. Hours passed and she didn’t move, but watched couples move across the floor, while the ones who weren’t dancing seemed to be getting drunker each minute.
Draco had been surprised to be even invited to Potter and the Weaslette’s Harry and Ginny’s wedding. He had surprised himself even more though when he had offered to hold the reception at Malfoy Manor afterwards. He couldn’t even remember what had brought him to offer it, but he was sort of glad he had. There were lots of people and it seemed to make the manor a little less empty. Even if it was just for one night. The buffet had been delicious, the champagne even better, but now, there was this strange light-headed feeling in his head that he couldn’t quite blame on the alcohol. He rubbed at his eyes and glanced around the room. He noticed Hermione Granger sulking - or rather scowling - in one of the corners and he sauntered over to her. “Would you like to dance?”
He mentally smacked himself. Where had that come from? Now, she was looking up at him with those confused, suspicious brown eyes, but he couldn’t bring himself to run. Draco simply stood there, his hand out, waiting for her to get up and take it. To his surprise, she did. Well, it was always better than punching him in the nose, wasn’t it? She danced well. Graceful and light on her feet. Draco decided he liked dancing with her. But suddenly, he found there was more that he liked about her. There was something about her that seemed very attractive. Maybe it was the dark blue dress she was wearing, maybe her eyes, or the smell of her hair… He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he found it simply too tempting to not lean closer to her and kiss her cheek.
When Draco leaned in, Hermione jerked her head back, frowning. Now that was unusual. She studied him for a moment and then it hit her. The love potion. He must have taken the plate. She inwardly groaned and avoided another one of his attempts to kiss her cheek. His eyes were a little too bright and his behaviour a little too odd. She would have been able to blame it on the champagne they all had, but his coordination seemed perfect, still. This could be quite awkward, she reckoned. She stopped dancing and tugged at his hand. “Come on, you.” She muttered. “We need to have a little chat.” She pulled him across the dance floor, ignoring the stares they were getting, and into the cool hallway. She let go of his hand and sighed.
"Malf- Draco, I don't think you know what you're doing." Hermione quietly said, turning her back to him. "This is not..." The words died in her throat at the feeling of his hands on her shoulders, slowly slipping down her arms. His breath was hot against the back of her neck and she involuntarily shivered. "I mean..." Her eyes fluttered shut at the touch of his lips against her skin. Unconsciously, she tilted her head a little, giving better access to the more sensitive areas of her neck. "Draco, no..." She mumbled. Despite her mind's protests, her body tingled all over while something fluttered in her stomach. She didn't know whether it was the alcohol or the way his lips felt against her skin. "Stop..." Her voice had been reduced to a husky whisper, but she couldn't really tell if she meant it. His hands had slipped down to her sides and she noticed she was leaning back against him, knees trembling. She let out a small gasp as Draco lightly bit down on bare skin right above her collar bone. One hand reached behind her and twisted in his dress robes, looking for something to hold onto.
She hadn't had any affection in a long time and her mind slowly ceased to protest, shutting down altogether. When Draco pressed a soft kiss against her cheek, Hermione slowly opened her eyes and forced herself to turn around to face him. She stumbled a little, feeling light-headed. Still holding onto his dress robes, she looked up at him. His grey eyes stared back at her, a glint in them she had never seen before. When she opened her mouth to say something, Draco leaned in and captured her lips with his own. Hermione stiffened for a moment, eyes wide. Draco pulled back slightly, looking down at her as he brushed his nose against hers. Hermione's eyes fell shut when she felt his lips against hers again. She gave into the kiss, her body easily relaxing as she felt his arms slip around her waist. Slow was one of the words that came to her mind, followed by gentle, something that she would never have called Draco at all. Hesitant, she parted her lips, allowing him to deepen the kiss. Her arms shakily came up and wrapped themselves around his shoulders. On his tongue, she could taste the sweet food that she had piled on the plate originally meant for Ron, mixed with the slightly more bitter taste of champagne and something else she couldn't quite place.
Draco moved and Hermione followed, trying not to stumble as they not even once broke the kiss. It was firm, but yet at the same time gentle. Her fingers curled into his robes, not wanting to let go, scared that she might fall over. But she didn't. Draco had his arms securely wrapped around her waist as they made their way up the staircase, careful not to trip. Hermione barely registered where they were going, lost in the dream of this wonderful experience. A chill ran down her spine and made her pull away, although it was slowly. She blinked as she looked around the room. She couldn't even remember coming up the stairs and entering his bedroom. She didn't even have the time to take in her surroundings as Draco kissed her neck again, hands coming up to her shoulder, slipping the straps of her dress down her shoulders, before undoing the small series of buttons on her back one by one as his lips moved to her shoulder.
The silk rippled down her body and pooled around her feet in a pool of midnight blue. Draco took a step back when she turned around to face him, slipping her shoes off as she stepped out of the dress. His hands strayed back to her sides, fingers caressing the bare skin as he leaned in to kiss her again. Hermione's trembling fingers slid the outer robes down his shoulders, before starting to loosen up the buttons of his shirt. His fingers traced complicated patterns on her lower back, before starting to creep a little higher, starting to fumble with her bra. When it snapped loose, Draco slipped the straps down her shoulders, before taking a moment to shrug his own robe and shirt off. Hermione took off her bra and tossed it onto the floor where her dress lay. She broke away from the kiss as her hands ran over the scar on his chest, blinking at it, before looking up at him, a questioning look in her eyes. Draco avoided her gaze as sat down on the bed, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into his lap. Hermione effortlessly tried to capture his gaze, but he stubbornly kept looking away.
She ran her fingers through his hair, kissing the corner of his mouth as an apology. Sometimes words weren't necessary to get things across. Draco turned his head and kissed her lips. This time it was Hermione's time to deepen the kiss, pressing herself closer to him, arms wrapping around his neck. One of Draco's hands slid up her side, cupping her breast, flicking his thumb across the nipple. Hermione shivered. Pulling away from the kiss, Draco gently pushed her off his lap and onto the bed, laying down beside her. Dipping his head down, he took one of her nipples into his mouth, while he rolled the other one between his fingers. Hermione closed her eyes and moaned quietly. Draco swirled his tongue around the hardened nub, before softly blowing on it. His fingers pinched the other one and Hermione squirmed under his touch. As he sucked it back into his mouth, his other hand slid down her stomach, resting on her hip for a moment, before starting to tug her knickers down. Hermione lifted her hips, one hand running through Draco's hair as she attempted to unbuckle his belt with the other one. Knickers tossed aside, Draco lay back and pried Hermione's fingers away to undo his belt and shove his own trousers and boxers down. Struggling to get them off, he rolled off the bed and hit the floor with a loud thud. "Ouch." He muttered.
Blinking, Hermione turned on her side and peered over the edge of the bed. Draco sat up, rubbing the back of his head, before leaning up to kiss her again. Slowly, he crawled onto the bed, kicking his offending trousers and underwear off in the progress. Hermione lay back down, nails lightly raking over the pale skin of his lower back as she pulled him on top of her. Lost in the kiss once more, she let him spread her legs a little. When he pushed inside of her, she scrunched her eyes shut and bit down his bottom lip. Draco hissed and stilled his movement once he was fully inside of her. One hand on her hip, he ran the other one though her hair, before caressing her cheek, watching her closely. Opening her eyes, Hermione looked back at him. She had one hand clenched in the sheets, while the other came up to cover his against her cheek. Their gazes locked for a moment and Draco began to move, slow at first. Hermione held her breath when he thrust inside her again, pressing her head back into the pillows. Her fingers pried Draco's hand away from her cheek, digging her nails into his palm.
When she moved her hips to meet his thrusts, Draco picked up the pace. Bending her knees a little, he shifted the angle, burying his cock deeper inside. Hermione bit her lip, trying to stifle the loud moan escaping her lips. Her fingers twisted in the sheets, trembling, when Draco continued to brush her g-spot with every movement. Draco grimaced when he felt Hermione's nails digging deeper and deeper into the flesh of his palm. As he felt her clench down on his cock, he groaned, throwing his head back for a moment. Sweat trickled down his temples and he dipped his head down to kiss her shoulder, the faint taste of her salty skin lingering on his lips. Letting go of the clammy sheets, Hermione scratched her nails down the back of his shoulder, arching her back as she cried out again. Managing to get an arm underneath her, Draco pulled her up a little, thrusting deep inside of her. Straddling his lap, Hermione moved up and down his cock, whimpering as she felt she was close to an orgasm. Draco moaned, wrapping his arm tightly around her waist, keeping her as close as possible. Warmth was pooling in his gut and he slowed down his movements, thrusting inside of her with deep, long strokes. Shuddering as her orgasm ripped through her body, Hermione buried her face in the crook his neck, arms tightly wrapped around his shoulders. When she clenched down, Draco scrunched his eyes shut, harshly swallowing the lump in his throat as he pushed inside of her a few more times, before reaching his climax himself.
Trying to regain his breath and his racing heartbeat, he idly stroked Hermione's hair. Pushing her onto her back, he carefully pulled out of her and lay down beside her. Whimpering at the loss, Hermione curled up to his chest, tilting her chin up to look at him. He kissed her, slow and lazy as sleep started to cloud his mind. He tugged at the covers and pulled them over the both of them. Hermione kissed him back, half-conscious as she felt drowsy, but satisfied. A sleepy smile crossed her lips as Draco draped an arm across her waist and pulled her close. Watching her fall asleep, Draco gently stroked the soft skin of her back, but it didn't take too long before sleep also claimed him.
~~**~~
Valentine’s Day. Hermione dreaded it since she didn’t have anyone special to share it with. She was sitting in her apartment, turning the pages of the book in her lap, but not reading any of the words. She felt rather guilty for having left the manor early this morning. As soon as she had woken up, she had slipped out of Draco’s warm embrace, dressed and had found a house elf that had let her out. She didn’t want to him to wake up with a full conscious of what had occurred between them last night. She ran a hand through her hair. She hadn’t wanted to leave him asleep like that, so she had spent several minutes waking up, drawing lazy circles over the faded Dark Mark on his forearm. Hermione had expected that she’d be freaked out by it in the morning, since she didn’t really have any time to be freaked out last night. But it hadn’t done anything to her, nothing at all. It was a mark of the past and that was that. She allowed herself to smile a little.
She jumped when there was a soft pecking against her window. Frowning, she got up and opened it to let the owl in that was waiting outside. The poor thing seemed exhausted. Not surprise there, as it had a bouquet of roses tied to its leg, accompanied by a small parchment note. She untied both of them, fed the owl a treat and let it fly off.
She returned to the sofa and inhaled the strong scent of the flowers. Roses. No one had ever given her roses before… Putting them on the table, she opened the note.
”Hermione,
I’m not so sure I was in my right mind last night. I’m quite confused about what happened, actually.
I do hope you like the roses…
By the way… Happy Valentine’s Day.
- Draco.”
She shook her head with a smile and couldn’t help but laugh at that. Maybe Valentine’s Day this year wasn’t that bad after all.
FIN.
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