Blackout
Title: Blackout
Author: Grim
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A blackout on the Hogwarts train, two students wind up hot and bothered. Sorta PWP.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story.
Note: 7th Year.
Hermione stepped onto the Hogwarts train and went in search of an empty compartment. She had grown considerably over the summer. She was taller, no longer bony, had full breasts, a tan, and sun streaks in her now-tamed brown hair. She was a knockout and she knew it. Upon sliding open a door on her left, she found Draco with Pansy clinging to his arm as if her life depended on it.
‘He looks rather yummy with his hair like that,’ she thought, as she noticed Draco’s no-longer-slicked-back hair. She also noticed his look of dismay at his arm being clutched by the dog-faced girl. Pansy noticed her appraisal and sneered, “May we help you with something, mudblood?” Hermione turned to the girl and smiled cheekily, “Not at all, Pugsy.” Draco snorted and Pansy glared at him, then back at Hermione.
Hermione just smirked at them both and after muttering a “ta-ta” she slid the compartment door shut and continued down the corridor. All of a sudden the lights on the train went out and all Hermione could see was black. She heard many whispers, muttering and compartment doors opening. A voice boomed throughout the train, “No need for alarm, we are having some technical difficulties."
"Please remain seated in your compartments and the lights should return in no time." She heard everyone go back into their compartments and she headed toward the front of the train instead of blindly searching for an empty compartment while walking in on others. She tried to adjust her eyes to the darkness but to no avail. She couldn’t see a thing.
The sound of another compartment door opening next to her caused her to stop in her tracks. Someone bumped into her and they both cried “Ow!” at the same time. Hermione got to her feet and brushed her skirt down. “Who was that?” she asked aloud. She heard a voice sigh and reply, “Watch where you’re going next time, Granger.” Hermione groaned, “What are you up to, Malfoy?” Draco sneered, “I’m going to go see what’s going on, so get off it, Granger.”
She was about to respond, but the trained came to a sudden halt, causing her to lose her balance. She landed on something that was softer than the floor. “Ow!” Draco yelled for the second time. Hermione landed so that her knees were on either side of Draco’s hips and her face was buried in the crook of his neck and shoulder. She struggled to get up quickly, but she stopped her attempt at the sound of his strained voice, “Granger, if you don’t stop wriggling like that, you’re going to regret it.” Hermione felt a bulge against her thigh.
Hermione felt a bulge against her thigh. Heat rose to her cheeks and to another place on her body. She smiled wickedly, knowing he couldn’t see it and rubbed her pelvis against his. His hands quickly shot to her hips, holding her still. “Granger, I told you to stop that.” Hermione smirked, “No, you said that if I didn’t, I’d regret it. Well…I’m still not regretting it.” With that said, she ground her crotch hard into his lap and he gasped. He suddenly rolled her over, got up, and threw her over his shoulder. Hermione giggled.
Draco braced one hand on her bottom to hold her steady, and ran toward the front of the train and used his other hand to slide open the door to the compartment where the prefect meetings were held. He knew it’d be empty. He threw Hermione onto the very large table and climbed to her. He ripped her white blouse open at center, causing her buttons to break. She didn’t care. She did the same to him, and unzipped his pants and he broke away from her to kick them off hurriedly.
He caught her mouth in a searing kiss and as soon as he tasted her, he wanted to devour her. He ripped her panties off, but didn’t bother to remove her skirt, only lifted it up. He pushed her forward and she slid easily on the polished oak. He then crouched between her now spread knees and lowered his head, all the while knowing that she couldn’t see him, as he couldn’t see her.
Draco delved into her dark nest of curls and proceeded to drive her wild. His tongue slid along her feminine folds before thrusting into her already slick entrance, causing her to squeak. He began thrusting his tongue in and out of her and each time he slid his wet organ into her hot opening, she was wetter than the previous time. She began to pant and she pulled at his hair and pushed him closer to her burning core.
Draco ran his tongue slowly from bottom to top, then buried his face completely into her crotch and sucked hard on her nubbin, causing her to scream out in orgasm. He lapped up her juices and climbed back atop her and kissed her hard, letting her taste herself. He pulled his black silk boxers just down over his hips and she could see his hardness aching to be within her. She looked at him and she knew what he wanted. “Please,” she begged, “I want you in me!” That was all he needed.
He hooked his arms under her knees and pulled her toward him by her legs as he pushed into her, causing them to connect completely, hard and fast. Both moaned at the feeling of completion and after he recovered from the feeling of her wet pussy scorching his cock, he pulled out of her until only the head still remained inside of her, then slammed back in, all the way to the hilt. He began thrusting and it felt as if he couldn’t get deep enough inside of her.
Draco pulled her legs higher and slung them over his shoulders. He then leaned forward over her and plunged into her over and over, each time faster, harder, and if possible, deeper than before. They both began repeating a small “uhn” sound at each thrust. Instead of pushing and pulling with him, every time he stroked into her, she humped him, grinding her crotch in a bruising manner back and forth against his pelvis.
The cries they made during each thrust and plunge became louder. Draco carefully moved one of his hands from her thighs, holding her legs over his shoulders, and stuck it in between them. He pinched her clit and her walls caved on his member. “Draco!” he heard her call. The feeling of her clenching on him, him slamming into her, and the end of his hand feeling himself thrusting in and out of her, slick with her juices, caused him to crash and he saw fireworks as he speared her with his dick a few more times.
His eyes were open, but still he saw nothing but flying colors. He closed his eyes tightly and opened them only to still be blind. He remembered the blackout, and as he remembered, the lights on the train came back on. They were both on the table, having crashed after their orgasms and they were thoroughly out of breath and extremely exhausted. They could see each other now, and at the sight of her red face, tousled hair, their mixed fluids pouring out of her opening, and his cock, slick and shiny in her juices, was too much for them.
They were both turned on once again, but knew that their bodies were too tired for their desires to be put to use. The compartment door slid open and they looked up in surprise. Draco sighed in relief that it was Blaise and moved slightly to block Hermione’s body from his view. “Blaise, what in the bloody hell do you want?” he asked. Blaise was just shaking his head in wonder and excitement, “Oh Draco, buddy, please…please let me be the one to tell Pansy!”
Draco laughed, “Have at it, mate,” with that, Draco waved him off and Blaise, with a grin as if someone had given him a new Firebolt, closed the compartment door and took off down the corridor to find the pug-faced girl. “So,” Hermione began, “you don’t care that he’s about to blab that you’ve shagged a mudblood Gryffindor?” Draco glared at her, “First of all, I haven’t called you any such thing since fifth year. Second, I’ll shag who I want to shag. Third, they haven’t seen you since last term, and believe me, once they do, they won’t spite me, they’ll envy me.
Hermione smirked, “You know Draco, that was almost a compliment.” He gave her a look that said “Ha ha” and pulled her to him, catching her mouth in a searing kiss. The train suddenly roared to life and the table began to vibrate as it roared over the tracks. Draco wriggled his eyebrows at her, “You know, shagging on a table was great. Want to try it on a VIBRATING one?” She laughed and pounced on him.
He was instantly hard when she sat on his lap. “You know,” she spoke, “as Head Boy and Girl, we have to share quarters, I trust that won’t be a problem?” Draco laughed and growled as she sank down onto him. The rest of the train ride was filled with animalistic noises, a giddy Blaise, and a screeching Pansy.
The End.