Draco's Requirement NC-17
Title: Draco's Requirement
Author: Grim
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Missing scenes from the book, in my head anyway. Enjoy!
Note: READ HBP FIRST!
Dedication: For you, Raffy!!! **
After several attempts at entering Malfoy's Room of Requirement, Harry gave up and went to meet Dumbledore for their meeting tonight.
On the other side of the blank wall.....
SLAM! Hermione's back was shoved into the wall with her legs entangled around Draco's waist. They're tongues battled for dominance and Draco would often grind his crotch into hers to give him an advantage. He could swear that he actually heard her purr once or twice. Draco does this again and Hermione archs her back and groans at the ceiling. His hands were up her skirt cupping her ass, while she had one hand fisted in his hair and the other fisted in the front of his shirt.
"Enough!" Draco growled. He pulled her away from the wall, never breaking their position, and dropped her roughly on the nearest table, scattered with random books. Draco tore her shirt apart and she did likewise. Once both were naked Draco entered her in one swift move, Hermione both heard and felt the animalistic rumble erupting in his chest. He pumped into her in uneven strokes, rotating from fast and deep to slow and shallow. He worked different nerves and soon he was pounding her into the table.
He stopped for a moment and she whimpered as he untangled her legs from around his waist. He then bent her knees toward her and raised her legs, one over each one of his shoulders, and resumed hammering her deeper into the table. He growled again as he felt her walls tightened around his slick member and it nearly drew him over the edge as she came. She called out his name and raked her nails across his shoulder blade, drawing tiny tricklets of blood. Draco hissed as she sent other scratches to join the previous ones of their meetings.
She came back down from her sexual high, but Draco wasn't finished. He lifted her up off the table by her hips and and this time, he was gentle, when he leaned her over the edge of the table and plowed into her from behind. He began stroking into her immediately at a fast pace. The room filled with the lone sound of flesh smacking flesh, and the sound, mixed with the tightness of her legs being together, was almost too much of him. He brought his arm around the front of her to pinch her clit and Hermione cried out as she felt herself clenching on him once again, and this time, Draco could not withstand it. He gave a long, gruff moan and emptied his seed into her.
Both struggled to catch their breaths. After a moment, Draco filed all of her hair to her left shoulder and kissed the bare nape of her neck. He rained butterfly kisses down her shoulder to the contours of her back, lapping at the sweet salty taste of her sweat-glimmered body. She stood and turned, causing his flaccid member to dislodge itself from her. She felt his fluids dripping out of her core and runninging down her inner thighs. She kissed him and he responded. The kiss was much calmer and patient than the one previous to their molding.
~cut to later scene in the book~
This was Hermione's first time on top and Draco couldn't help but give her some encouragement by whooping and hooting for her. She was a natural, really. She bobbed up and down on him, her hands placed on his chest, and his arms were casually laying on either side of him on the back of the couch. He was refraining from touching her so as to see what she could do completely on her own. They froze as they heard someone enter the room that should have been unable to be entered by anyone but them. Draco sighed, exasperated, as he grabbed his wand and sent the intruder flying out of the room.
The interruption wasn't, however, enough to break the mood. This time, Draco did touch her, assisting her in her wild riding of his cock.
~cut to later scene~
Draco listened as Dumbledore attempted to persuade him into switching sides. While the old man thought Draco to be considering his future...he was actually contemplating his and Hermione's. Hermione would never want him if he killed the professor, but if he didn't, he'd be killed and in turn, couldn't be with her anyway. He was still in this thought as death eaters and his godfather flooded the scene, forcing the decision from him.
~cut to later scene~
Draco and the death eaters soared through the night leaving Draco with his thoughts. He let no one see the lone tear that silently danced down his cheek.
~~The End, please R&R!