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Title: Christmas Treats
Author: miafitz
Pairing: D/Hr, Draco/Rice krispies/Hermione triangle
Rating: NC-17
Summary: So difficult to write a summary for something that has no plot. It's a Christmas fic! And Draco ate Hermione's present!
Disclaimer: JKR owns everything. I own nothing! I swear!
Author's Notes: Um, this is sort of a companion piece (sort of) to Thriller which I wrote for SaraC for the dmhgficexchange. I swear, it's not because I didn't want to write another premise! This is gratuitous smut though, and you won't need to read that other fic since, again, it's all PWP. No betas, all mistakes are mine. Feedback will be very much appreciated!
There was something amiss.
That was the first thought Hermione had once she stepped into the Common Room she shared with Head Boy, and about two months ago, her boyfriend Draco Malfoy. She looked around and wondered what it was.
She glanced at the fireplace, and it crackled with warm sparks emulating the bright red of her scarf; everything was in order there. Neither the couch nor her favourite red arm chair had been moved an inch from their places, as far as she could tell. All her books were neatly stacked up on the coffee table adjacent to the couch, alphabetically arranged of course. Everything was exactly the way it was when she left that morning for breakfast.
And then it hit her. She quickly pivoted on her heels towards her room, screamed the password and barged in. Just as she had expected, a barefoot Draco Malfoy was lying comfortably on her bed like a lazy, overfed tabby cat. And in his hand was an unopened shiny, blue foil wrap, similar to the ones strewn all over the floor of her room at the moment as if a troop of overzealous flower girls had come to shower her room.
“You,” she began, the single word laced with contempt.
“Yes, me,” he replied nonchalantly. He seemed very pleased with himself as he wiped off the sticky glaze coating his chin with the back of his hand.
“Aren’t you even going to apologize?” Hermione said in a low, cool tone that signaled lava was boiling underneath her skin. She crossed her arms and looked at him disdainfully.
“Whatever for?” Draco replied with an innocent grin; a much too innocent grin.
“That’s my Mum’s Christmas krispies for me, I have been waiting for that all year!” she screamed, her frustration echoing through the room.
But Draco remained unperturbed. He stretched out languidly, his white dress shirt rising up to show off the pearl smooth, pale skin of his tight stomach that Hermione loved to caress under her hands.
“Come now, Granger,” even after two months into their relationship, they still called each other by their last names, the practice was strangely more intimate, “I did not eat them all. I saved this last one for you.”
Draco held the little blue wrapper with the krispies inside and dangled it in front of her, as if teasing her to grab the bait. Hermione only raised an eyebrow.
“But the thing is, those rice krispies are quite…addictive. I’m thinking of taking this last one for myself. Of course, that wouldn’t be fair to you, so in the name of fairness I’ve come up with a solution,” he finished with a suggestive glint in his eye that Hermione knew could only mean trouble for her. Perhaps a kind of trouble she liked, but at the moment she would not admit to that.
“And may I ask what this ‘fair’ solution is?” she asked with a mocking tone.
Draco grinned slowly. “I’ll wrestle you for it.”
Hermione fumed. If she were teapot, steam would be coming out of all her spouts about now. How dare he think he could just eat all the rice krispies that her mother sent for *her* and then try and woo her into engaging in a sexual (for there could be no other kind for someone like Malfoy) wrestling match for him? The boy was an incorrigible, vain, selfish and inconsiderate little wanker. She wanted so badly to teach him a lesson but in all her rage all she managed to do was run almost desperately to her bed, jump on top of him, straddling his torso as her little hands tried to get the better of his bigger and quicker ones.
“Give it to me, Malfoy!” she squealed, unable to mask the anxiety in her voice.
Hermione groped and grabbed as best as she could, but Draco was simply too skilled for her when it comes to that department. When she thought she had finally caught his hand, he would deftly transfer the krispies to the other, while his free hand copped a feel on her all too unguarded thighs, arse or breasts.
She did not want to enjoy the feel of his hands, ghosting through sensitive parts of her body, or the sight of him laughing underneath her with childish exuberance. She was supposed to be mad at him, and she bit down her lip mercilessly to remind herself that.
Draco lifted his hands over his head, the bar of rice krispies safely tucked in his fists. Hermione lunged for it but it was out of reach and she ended up sprawled on his broad chest. He only sniggered as he unwrapped the foil, with his arms still in the air.
“Looks like I won,” he taunted.
Hermione straightened up, though she did not leave her place atop Draco’s torso. She looked every inch like a swotty child who had her favourite toy taken away from her. She scowled at him and crossed her arms over her chest defiantly as he pulled the sweet nearer to his mouth.
The small, white bar of glued rice krispies was almost kissing his lips when he stopped and his mouth thinned into a playful grin. He stretched out his hand, waving the krispies in front of her with a smirk on his face.
Hermione looked at him from beneath her lashes in askance. He only grinned some more and prodded her to take the bar in his hand, like a gentle boy offering his playmate a snack.
After a few moments of contemplation, Hermione snatched the rice krispies from him callously. She pulled down the wrapper with ironic daintiness and nibbled gently on the confection. She felt oddly embarrassed by her earlier brashness -and all over candy.
Draco watched her with amusement, her train of thought reflected on her face. She was much too worried over her own behaviour that she had completely forgotten that he had acted like a complete swine. He, after all, did eat all her sweets, stole into her room and unwrapped the parcel that was clearly not meant for him. He felt a surge of guilt swell over him and the words pushed at his mouth.
He laid his hands over her thighs, rubbing them with a soothing massage. In the earlier ruckus, her robes were now in a state of disarray, rising up her legs giving him full view of those limbs he loved so much.
“Mother sent me a whole box of Swiss chocolate. You can have them all, if you’d like,” he said gently, his voice appeasing her.
Hermione gave him a little nod and a little smile. His hands had more effect on her than he thought. She silently nibbled away, nipping the dessert in tiny bites and taking her time to savour the sweet, sticky taste in her mouth.
Draco’s hands slid farther up her thighs and disappeared under her wool skirt. He began to toy with the garter on either side of her knickers, his nimble fingers sending jolts of electricity through her skin. But she remained silent in her place, contentedly feasting on her rice krispies with a small smile.
He pushed her down his body, settling her mound right on top of his tenting erection. She let out a small grin as he moved her hips over his cock. She enjoyed the friction immensely, feeling a pool of her juices gathering in her knickers, but she did not show it.
Draco did not mind, the more she feigned innocence, the more turned on he got. He sat up and leaned back on the mahogany head board of her bed, taking her along with him. Their faces were now closer and Draco finally recognised that naughty flash in her eyes. He unclasped her robes, revealing her white uniform underneath. He undid her buttons, never taking his eyes away from hers, and she never paying heed to anything he did.
He pushed the offensive cloth aside revealing a simple powder blue, cotton brassiere. Draco grinned as he was reminded of the day he told her white undergarments were boring, in an attempt to get her to buy red, lacy ones. Instead the stubborn witch went and bought powder blue.
Hermione seemed to have read his thoughts as she returned his smile with her own, ingenuous one, silently laughing at the joke they secretly shared. He raised his hand and settled on her neck. His finger languorously stroked the tiny dip at the base of her throat. He saw her hitch a breath, though she made no sound still. His hand continued its trek downwards, his index finger tracing the valley between her breasts with the slightest touch that sent tingles down to her toes. He could see goose bumps rising on the white swell of her breasts; she could not hide that.
“Enjoying your treat?” he asked ambiguously. She only gave him a surreptitious nod.
Draco pushed down the cups of her bra revealing her already taut and hardened nipples. He leaned his head closer and placed soft, wet kisses on the rise of her breasts. He raised his hand to thumb the sweet cherry of her left tit before tracing the darkened circles around it with a hard lick of his tongue. Hermione fisted her hand on his hair, running the silky threads with her fingers but did not move to encourage or discourage him. Draco smiled against her skin and moved his tongue up farther from where he knew she wanted it. He kept licking everywhere but her impatiently awaiting nipples. He finally felt a soft tug in his hair and he relented easily.
He traced soft kisses down the side of her breast and climbed the small hill with his mouth until he reached the top. He closed his mouth around the tip, taking in as much flesh as he could. He flicked his tongue at her nipple as he suckled on her breasts like a starving man.
“Mmmmhmmm,” Hermione let out.
He looked up to watch her staring down at him.
“Good krispies,” she said casually but her eyes were misty with desire.
“You’ve finished it all?” Draco asked, noticing the empty foil in her hand.
She nodded simply.
“You gluttonous girl,” he teased.
Hermione threw the wrapper carelessly to the side of the bed and lifted his head from where it had settled between her breasts and kissed him thoroughly, paying special attention to that tickling spot on the left corner of his mouth.
“I am very gluttonous.” Her voice sounded husky and filled with intent. “And right now I want more; something sweeter, something…bigger.”
Draco almost jumped in delight at the meaning of her words. Most of the time she had to be goaded, begged or negotiated with into taking him in her mouth and though he enjoyed the game, he sometimes wished she just would. He supposed today was his lucky day. He grinned like a Cheshire cat who just won seven blue ribbons.
Hermione made quick work of her robes, shirt and bra, which left her hovering topless over him. She leaned in to kiss him, their tongues meeting in a soft massage, her hands wrapped around his head and his on her lower back, dipping her lower to his cock. He began to rub himself against her knickered pussy and though she appreciated the act, she lifted herself from his lap. He groaned disappointedly, to say the least.
“You don’t want it over before it starts, do you?” she said with a chuckle.
Hermione undid his buttons one by one, trailing each loosened clasp with a kiss on his neck, his chest, his navel and licking the soft blond hairs leading down to that sacred place between. She could feel his erratic breathing rumbling through his abdomen; he was definitely approving of her actions.
She loosened his belt and unfastened the buttons of his trousers, his cock twitching with every brush of her hand. He lifted his bum to allow her to pull it down to his legs, taking his boxers along with it. His cock sprung up the instant it was freed of restraints, swollen and ready for her actions.
Hermione crawled to him, stopping just as her face met his midsection. She watched him as if he were a prey she was about to devour. Except he didn’t shake from fear, just the anticipation of being devoured by the beautiful, topless vixen hovering over him.
She kissed his male nipples before flicking her tongue out tasting the salt of his sweat in her mouth. She mercilessly bit the tiny bud and Draco emitted a deep growl that would’ve made anyone think he was in deep pain, except for her; for she knew him like no one else did.
Hermione kissed her way down his body, the tip of her breasts brushing his shaft making the blond wizard jump edgily. “Stop with the teasing witch and start sucking!”
Hermione only laughed. He was still Draco Malfoy, demanding, self-centered prick, except now he was Draco Malfoy, demanding, self-centered prick whom she loved and who loved her back.
She wrapped her hands around the base of his cock, her fingers unable to close around him. She had surmised she had small hands but Draco had insisted that the size of her hands was not the issue. She only smiled and answered, ‘If you say so, honey’.
Although, Hermione was more than convinced that it was not the size of her hand that was the issue as she kissed the tip of his cock, liquid passing to her lips as it seeped through the slit on his erection. She licked around his tip languorously before opening her mouth wide and taking his engorged head in her hot cavern.
She sucked hard, her cheeks depressing into her mouth as one hand stroked his shaft and the other massaged the base of his balls. She could feel him stiffen under her, knowing full well that he was doing all he can not to ram his cock to the back of her throat. She couldn’t help but grin for that.
Hermione took her hand away from his testicles and placed it on the area below his navel, tracing small circles on the particles of hair there. His hands slowly crept up to her head and grabbed at a copious amount of her bushy brown hair and began fucking her mouth. Hermione instantaneously got up, taking her warmth away from his leaking dick.
“Malfoy,” she warned with indignation.
“Sorry, love. I promise no more hair grabbing, and thrusting, just, please continue,” he begged her.
Hermione squinted her eyes, appearing to consider the thought. She took her time, enjoying the look of desperation in his face before she finally caved in, pushing her hair to one side of her shoulder and descended between his legs. Draco sighed in relief as he felt her lips wrap around his erection once more, taking him deeper until he was halfway inside her mouth.
She bobbed her head up and down about a dozen times, her fingers gripping his thighs so tightly it left crescent marks. His hands fisted on the bed linen on either side of him as he restrained himself from thrusting his hips. He could feel the tension in his balls increasing. He was so very close.
“Granger,” he breathed weakly, “I’m almost there, you might want to---“
But he wasn’t able to finish what he was going to say as Hermione sank lower, relaxing her throat and taking him down that wet, warm pipe.
“Fuck, Granger!” he screamed, unable to hold his release as he spilled inside her throat. She lifted her head but kept her mouth around him. She swallowed as hard as she could, his cum spilling to her lips as he thrashed underneath her, his orgasm taking over his control.
Hermione raised herself from her position to watch her spent lover. She cleaned the cum on her lips with her tongue, making sure his tired eyes followed every swish and flick she made. She crawled towards him, giving him a light peck on the lips before settling on the nook of his arms and hands idly rested on his chest.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to move for a very long while,” Draco said with a grateful sigh.
“I expected as much,” she replied arrogantly, placing soft kisses on his sweaty forehead.
“But what about you?” he asked motioning weakly to her naked form.
“Nothing a whole box of Swiss chocolate can take care of,” she teased him.
“I’ll get it from my room later, I need a nap,” he told her. He leaned down on the bed, taking her along with him, not bothering with a duvet and closed his eyes.
Hermione smiled giddily at the thought of chocolate. Though she despised his family more than anything, she had to acquiesce that they simply had an excellent taste in everything. Including chocolate. Draco for his part did not care if she ate them all. She can have all the Swiss chocolate his mother sent later, he’d be happy to feast on something else.
Author: miafitz
Pairing: D/Hr, Draco/Rice krispies/Hermione triangle
Rating: NC-17
Summary: So difficult to write a summary for something that has no plot. It's a Christmas fic! And Draco ate Hermione's present!
Disclaimer: JKR owns everything. I own nothing! I swear!
Author's Notes: Um, this is sort of a companion piece (sort of) to Thriller which I wrote for SaraC for the dmhgficexchange. I swear, it's not because I didn't want to write another premise! This is gratuitous smut though, and you won't need to read that other fic since, again, it's all PWP. No betas, all mistakes are mine. Feedback will be very much appreciated!
There was something amiss.
That was the first thought Hermione had once she stepped into the Common Room she shared with Head Boy, and about two months ago, her boyfriend Draco Malfoy. She looked around and wondered what it was.
She glanced at the fireplace, and it crackled with warm sparks emulating the bright red of her scarf; everything was in order there. Neither the couch nor her favourite red arm chair had been moved an inch from their places, as far as she could tell. All her books were neatly stacked up on the coffee table adjacent to the couch, alphabetically arranged of course. Everything was exactly the way it was when she left that morning for breakfast.
And then it hit her. She quickly pivoted on her heels towards her room, screamed the password and barged in. Just as she had expected, a barefoot Draco Malfoy was lying comfortably on her bed like a lazy, overfed tabby cat. And in his hand was an unopened shiny, blue foil wrap, similar to the ones strewn all over the floor of her room at the moment as if a troop of overzealous flower girls had come to shower her room.
“You,” she began, the single word laced with contempt.
“Yes, me,” he replied nonchalantly. He seemed very pleased with himself as he wiped off the sticky glaze coating his chin with the back of his hand.
“Aren’t you even going to apologize?” Hermione said in a low, cool tone that signaled lava was boiling underneath her skin. She crossed her arms and looked at him disdainfully.
“Whatever for?” Draco replied with an innocent grin; a much too innocent grin.
“That’s my Mum’s Christmas krispies for me, I have been waiting for that all year!” she screamed, her frustration echoing through the room.
But Draco remained unperturbed. He stretched out languidly, his white dress shirt rising up to show off the pearl smooth, pale skin of his tight stomach that Hermione loved to caress under her hands.
“Come now, Granger,” even after two months into their relationship, they still called each other by their last names, the practice was strangely more intimate, “I did not eat them all. I saved this last one for you.”
Draco held the little blue wrapper with the krispies inside and dangled it in front of her, as if teasing her to grab the bait. Hermione only raised an eyebrow.
“But the thing is, those rice krispies are quite…addictive. I’m thinking of taking this last one for myself. Of course, that wouldn’t be fair to you, so in the name of fairness I’ve come up with a solution,” he finished with a suggestive glint in his eye that Hermione knew could only mean trouble for her. Perhaps a kind of trouble she liked, but at the moment she would not admit to that.
“And may I ask what this ‘fair’ solution is?” she asked with a mocking tone.
Draco grinned slowly. “I’ll wrestle you for it.”
Hermione fumed. If she were teapot, steam would be coming out of all her spouts about now. How dare he think he could just eat all the rice krispies that her mother sent for *her* and then try and woo her into engaging in a sexual (for there could be no other kind for someone like Malfoy) wrestling match for him? The boy was an incorrigible, vain, selfish and inconsiderate little wanker. She wanted so badly to teach him a lesson but in all her rage all she managed to do was run almost desperately to her bed, jump on top of him, straddling his torso as her little hands tried to get the better of his bigger and quicker ones.
“Give it to me, Malfoy!” she squealed, unable to mask the anxiety in her voice.
Hermione groped and grabbed as best as she could, but Draco was simply too skilled for her when it comes to that department. When she thought she had finally caught his hand, he would deftly transfer the krispies to the other, while his free hand copped a feel on her all too unguarded thighs, arse or breasts.
She did not want to enjoy the feel of his hands, ghosting through sensitive parts of her body, or the sight of him laughing underneath her with childish exuberance. She was supposed to be mad at him, and she bit down her lip mercilessly to remind herself that.
Draco lifted his hands over his head, the bar of rice krispies safely tucked in his fists. Hermione lunged for it but it was out of reach and she ended up sprawled on his broad chest. He only sniggered as he unwrapped the foil, with his arms still in the air.
“Looks like I won,” he taunted.
Hermione straightened up, though she did not leave her place atop Draco’s torso. She looked every inch like a swotty child who had her favourite toy taken away from her. She scowled at him and crossed her arms over her chest defiantly as he pulled the sweet nearer to his mouth.
The small, white bar of glued rice krispies was almost kissing his lips when he stopped and his mouth thinned into a playful grin. He stretched out his hand, waving the krispies in front of her with a smirk on his face.
Hermione looked at him from beneath her lashes in askance. He only grinned some more and prodded her to take the bar in his hand, like a gentle boy offering his playmate a snack.
After a few moments of contemplation, Hermione snatched the rice krispies from him callously. She pulled down the wrapper with ironic daintiness and nibbled gently on the confection. She felt oddly embarrassed by her earlier brashness -and all over candy.
Draco watched her with amusement, her train of thought reflected on her face. She was much too worried over her own behaviour that she had completely forgotten that he had acted like a complete swine. He, after all, did eat all her sweets, stole into her room and unwrapped the parcel that was clearly not meant for him. He felt a surge of guilt swell over him and the words pushed at his mouth.
He laid his hands over her thighs, rubbing them with a soothing massage. In the earlier ruckus, her robes were now in a state of disarray, rising up her legs giving him full view of those limbs he loved so much.
“Mother sent me a whole box of Swiss chocolate. You can have them all, if you’d like,” he said gently, his voice appeasing her.
Hermione gave him a little nod and a little smile. His hands had more effect on her than he thought. She silently nibbled away, nipping the dessert in tiny bites and taking her time to savour the sweet, sticky taste in her mouth.
Draco’s hands slid farther up her thighs and disappeared under her wool skirt. He began to toy with the garter on either side of her knickers, his nimble fingers sending jolts of electricity through her skin. But she remained silent in her place, contentedly feasting on her rice krispies with a small smile.
He pushed her down his body, settling her mound right on top of his tenting erection. She let out a small grin as he moved her hips over his cock. She enjoyed the friction immensely, feeling a pool of her juices gathering in her knickers, but she did not show it.
Draco did not mind, the more she feigned innocence, the more turned on he got. He sat up and leaned back on the mahogany head board of her bed, taking her along with him. Their faces were now closer and Draco finally recognised that naughty flash in her eyes. He unclasped her robes, revealing her white uniform underneath. He undid her buttons, never taking his eyes away from hers, and she never paying heed to anything he did.
He pushed the offensive cloth aside revealing a simple powder blue, cotton brassiere. Draco grinned as he was reminded of the day he told her white undergarments were boring, in an attempt to get her to buy red, lacy ones. Instead the stubborn witch went and bought powder blue.
Hermione seemed to have read his thoughts as she returned his smile with her own, ingenuous one, silently laughing at the joke they secretly shared. He raised his hand and settled on her neck. His finger languorously stroked the tiny dip at the base of her throat. He saw her hitch a breath, though she made no sound still. His hand continued its trek downwards, his index finger tracing the valley between her breasts with the slightest touch that sent tingles down to her toes. He could see goose bumps rising on the white swell of her breasts; she could not hide that.
“Enjoying your treat?” he asked ambiguously. She only gave him a surreptitious nod.
Draco pushed down the cups of her bra revealing her already taut and hardened nipples. He leaned his head closer and placed soft, wet kisses on the rise of her breasts. He raised his hand to thumb the sweet cherry of her left tit before tracing the darkened circles around it with a hard lick of his tongue. Hermione fisted her hand on his hair, running the silky threads with her fingers but did not move to encourage or discourage him. Draco smiled against her skin and moved his tongue up farther from where he knew she wanted it. He kept licking everywhere but her impatiently awaiting nipples. He finally felt a soft tug in his hair and he relented easily.
He traced soft kisses down the side of her breast and climbed the small hill with his mouth until he reached the top. He closed his mouth around the tip, taking in as much flesh as he could. He flicked his tongue at her nipple as he suckled on her breasts like a starving man.
“Mmmmhmmm,” Hermione let out.
He looked up to watch her staring down at him.
“Good krispies,” she said casually but her eyes were misty with desire.
“You’ve finished it all?” Draco asked, noticing the empty foil in her hand.
She nodded simply.
“You gluttonous girl,” he teased.
Hermione threw the wrapper carelessly to the side of the bed and lifted his head from where it had settled between her breasts and kissed him thoroughly, paying special attention to that tickling spot on the left corner of his mouth.
“I am very gluttonous.” Her voice sounded husky and filled with intent. “And right now I want more; something sweeter, something…bigger.”
Draco almost jumped in delight at the meaning of her words. Most of the time she had to be goaded, begged or negotiated with into taking him in her mouth and though he enjoyed the game, he sometimes wished she just would. He supposed today was his lucky day. He grinned like a Cheshire cat who just won seven blue ribbons.
Hermione made quick work of her robes, shirt and bra, which left her hovering topless over him. She leaned in to kiss him, their tongues meeting in a soft massage, her hands wrapped around his head and his on her lower back, dipping her lower to his cock. He began to rub himself against her knickered pussy and though she appreciated the act, she lifted herself from his lap. He groaned disappointedly, to say the least.
“You don’t want it over before it starts, do you?” she said with a chuckle.
Hermione undid his buttons one by one, trailing each loosened clasp with a kiss on his neck, his chest, his navel and licking the soft blond hairs leading down to that sacred place between. She could feel his erratic breathing rumbling through his abdomen; he was definitely approving of her actions.
She loosened his belt and unfastened the buttons of his trousers, his cock twitching with every brush of her hand. He lifted his bum to allow her to pull it down to his legs, taking his boxers along with it. His cock sprung up the instant it was freed of restraints, swollen and ready for her actions.
Hermione crawled to him, stopping just as her face met his midsection. She watched him as if he were a prey she was about to devour. Except he didn’t shake from fear, just the anticipation of being devoured by the beautiful, topless vixen hovering over him.
She kissed his male nipples before flicking her tongue out tasting the salt of his sweat in her mouth. She mercilessly bit the tiny bud and Draco emitted a deep growl that would’ve made anyone think he was in deep pain, except for her; for she knew him like no one else did.
Hermione kissed her way down his body, the tip of her breasts brushing his shaft making the blond wizard jump edgily. “Stop with the teasing witch and start sucking!”
Hermione only laughed. He was still Draco Malfoy, demanding, self-centered prick, except now he was Draco Malfoy, demanding, self-centered prick whom she loved and who loved her back.
She wrapped her hands around the base of his cock, her fingers unable to close around him. She had surmised she had small hands but Draco had insisted that the size of her hands was not the issue. She only smiled and answered, ‘If you say so, honey’.
Although, Hermione was more than convinced that it was not the size of her hand that was the issue as she kissed the tip of his cock, liquid passing to her lips as it seeped through the slit on his erection. She licked around his tip languorously before opening her mouth wide and taking his engorged head in her hot cavern.
She sucked hard, her cheeks depressing into her mouth as one hand stroked his shaft and the other massaged the base of his balls. She could feel him stiffen under her, knowing full well that he was doing all he can not to ram his cock to the back of her throat. She couldn’t help but grin for that.
Hermione took her hand away from his testicles and placed it on the area below his navel, tracing small circles on the particles of hair there. His hands slowly crept up to her head and grabbed at a copious amount of her bushy brown hair and began fucking her mouth. Hermione instantaneously got up, taking her warmth away from his leaking dick.
“Malfoy,” she warned with indignation.
“Sorry, love. I promise no more hair grabbing, and thrusting, just, please continue,” he begged her.
Hermione squinted her eyes, appearing to consider the thought. She took her time, enjoying the look of desperation in his face before she finally caved in, pushing her hair to one side of her shoulder and descended between his legs. Draco sighed in relief as he felt her lips wrap around his erection once more, taking him deeper until he was halfway inside her mouth.
She bobbed her head up and down about a dozen times, her fingers gripping his thighs so tightly it left crescent marks. His hands fisted on the bed linen on either side of him as he restrained himself from thrusting his hips. He could feel the tension in his balls increasing. He was so very close.
“Granger,” he breathed weakly, “I’m almost there, you might want to---“
But he wasn’t able to finish what he was going to say as Hermione sank lower, relaxing her throat and taking him down that wet, warm pipe.
“Fuck, Granger!” he screamed, unable to hold his release as he spilled inside her throat. She lifted her head but kept her mouth around him. She swallowed as hard as she could, his cum spilling to her lips as he thrashed underneath her, his orgasm taking over his control.
Hermione raised herself from her position to watch her spent lover. She cleaned the cum on her lips with her tongue, making sure his tired eyes followed every swish and flick she made. She crawled towards him, giving him a light peck on the lips before settling on the nook of his arms and hands idly rested on his chest.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to move for a very long while,” Draco said with a grateful sigh.
“I expected as much,” she replied arrogantly, placing soft kisses on his sweaty forehead.
“But what about you?” he asked motioning weakly to her naked form.
“Nothing a whole box of Swiss chocolate can take care of,” she teased him.
“I’ll get it from my room later, I need a nap,” he told her. He leaned down on the bed, taking her along with him, not bothering with a duvet and closed his eyes.
Hermione smiled giddily at the thought of chocolate. Though she despised his family more than anything, she had to acquiesce that they simply had an excellent taste in everything. Including chocolate. Draco for his part did not care if she ate them all. She can have all the Swiss chocolate his mother sent later, he’d be happy to feast on something else.