My Very First Fanfic
As some of you may not be aware, I have about a gazillion usernames. Over at FA I'm Flying Snow, at ff.net I'm Persephone-Granger, and due to the popularity of a little fic fondly known as Lifesavers, I became lifesaverkat. Anyhoo, raffyv is making me post this fic because apparently people have been looking for it, and she wanted me to fess up to my secret identities, lol. It's the very first Dramione fic I ever wrote, and it won second in the CV NC-17 fic-writing contest. Which just goes to show that I seem to have a knack for writing the dirty stuff, wahahahaha. (I won my Flying Snow icon from it, too! *points*) Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy this.
Title: Payback
Author: Flying Snow / Persephone Granger / lifesaverkat
Disclaimer: HP and friends are all property of JKR. Like any good fangirl, though, I wish I owned Draco.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: She smirked. He knew she was going to pay him back for that mad broomstick ride the other night. He could hardly wait.
Draco was trying, unsucessfully, to hide his curiosity when Hermione entered the apartment.
"What’s that, Granger?" he asked, eyeing the bubbling potion in her hand.
She looked him straight in the eye. He felt a zing go straight to his loins. "If I told you, it would ruin the surprise."
Oh, my. He was sweating. She smirked. He knew she was going to pay him back for that mad broomstick ride the other night. His eyes glinted as she moved to the cupboard, taking down two goblets, her back to him. He could hardly wait.
Draco approached her from behind and slowly rubbed his hands up and down her arms. "Tell me?"
She turned in his arms and stroked her finger up his cheek. She leaned into him... she was so close he could taste her breath on his lips... she was... "OW!"
Draco rubbed the side of his head. "Darling," he said very patiently, "did you just pluck out one of my hairs?"
"Mmm hmmm," she said, turning around again.
He settled his hands on her waist and spun her around. "My darling, I love you with every breath I breathe, but if you try that again..." she giggled into his throat "...I will have to take very... mmmm... stern measures."
She smiled up at him and put a goblet to his lips. "Drink this."
Draco, distracted, swallowed without thinking. Immediately he felt a writhing sensation… his insides were twisting… "You polyjuiced me, you little witch!"
Hermione grinned and ran into their bedroom, flinging off her robes. Draco kicked off his shoes, which were suddenly too big for him, and followed suit. He stopped short at the door. "Hermione, whose hairs did you put in my polyjuice?"
Two strong arms wrapped around him. Draco looked down in shock at his... breasts? "Hermione?" he said faintly. When he turned around, he was looking up at her... at her grey eyes.
She raised her... his own... eyebrow at him. "Merlin," he breathed. "This is beyond kinky, even for you."
Draco's own face smirked at him, but it was Hermione's voice that came out. "I just thought you'd like a taste of your own medicine." She backed him into a wall. Draco was just staring at her openmouthed, turned on beyond belief. But it was a weird sensation, to be experiencing it inside Hermione's body... then Hermione was kissing him, tonguing him with his own tongue, and he moaned.
"Whatever possessed you," he breathed, raking his nails down her back.
She gasped and grinned at him from under her eyelashes. "So that's what that feels like." She hooked one of his legs around her waist and reached down. "Well I know exactly how this feels," she whispered against his ear. "Tell me how you like it."
Draco yelped as her fingers brushed against the small nub hidden in her own folds. "Merlin's ghost," he gasped. "That feels fucking fabulous."
She laughed. "I knew you'd like it," she purred.
His eyes narrowed. Slowly, he trailed his fingers down her back... down her crack... down, down, and around... he heard her hiss of breath and grinned to himself. "Like it?"
"Oh. My." She stifled a moan. "Draco..."
He flicked his tongue at her ear. "Like it, Granger?" Flick, flick. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. It was disconcerting to see her responses on his face, his body. But bloody marvelous just the same. He could feel the blood throbbing between his legs... so different... he felt a flush of pleasure... pleasure that he was feeling what his own clever fingers had wrought against her so many times before... in her own body...
"Draco," she whispered. "Could I -" she rubbed his shaft against her folds. "I want to..."
"My kinky little darling," he whispered back, "you're running the show, you can do anything you bloody want." He stiffened as she entered him. Oh, my. He gritted his teeth as pleasure spiraled through him, so unfamiliar, feeling them in this body of hers... her beautiful little body. "Just remember," he panted, "I'm getting back at you."
She was thrusting, thrusting as Draco held on for dear life. "Oh I don't know how you could ever top this."
Draco's mouth opened on a soundless scream as he came. It was beyond anything he'd ever felt. Waves and waves of pleasure washed over him. Dimly he heard Hermione's stifled sob as she bucked into him. He held her tightly as she shuddered in his arms. Her head came down on his shoulder and she pressed a soft little kiss into his neck. He smiled. Even in another person's body, he'd know his Hermione anywhere... she always kissed him there after they made love.
They slid down the wall. Draco closed his eyes as he felt, again, a wrenching sensation in his gut, his limbs were stretching... When he opened them he was looking at Hermione again. Or rather, the top of her head. She was burrowing her face into his chest.
He burst out laughing. "Can't look me in the eye?" She shook her head, still hiding. He wrapped his arms around her. "Well if it's any consolation that was the most bizarre fucking experience I've ever had." He kissed the top of her head gently. "And I mean that as an adjective and as a verb."
She giggled softly. "Oh Draco, I don't know what possessed me."
He smirked. "I don't either. Of course, you're probably regretting it now." He stroked her hair. "Now I know exactly what makes you tick."
She looked at him appraisingly. "Did you like it?"
"Mmmm, yes. I do have a complaint, however."
"Hmm, and what's that?" Hermione said distractedly. His hand was wandering again.
He smiled down at her. "Well, I've been thinking. And considering how bloody marvelous that felt..."
"Hmmm... yes?"
He lowered his lips to hers. "I think I should really start charging you for it."
Hermione grinned. "Oh you do, do you?" she said against his lips.
"Of course." His eyes were gleaming. "Then I can start excitedly waiting for you to pay me back."
Finis
Title: Payback
Author: Flying Snow / Persephone Granger / lifesaverkat
Disclaimer: HP and friends are all property of JKR. Like any good fangirl, though, I wish I owned Draco.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: She smirked. He knew she was going to pay him back for that mad broomstick ride the other night. He could hardly wait.
Draco was trying, unsucessfully, to hide his curiosity when Hermione entered the apartment.
"What’s that, Granger?" he asked, eyeing the bubbling potion in her hand.
She looked him straight in the eye. He felt a zing go straight to his loins. "If I told you, it would ruin the surprise."
Oh, my. He was sweating. She smirked. He knew she was going to pay him back for that mad broomstick ride the other night. His eyes glinted as she moved to the cupboard, taking down two goblets, her back to him. He could hardly wait.
Draco approached her from behind and slowly rubbed his hands up and down her arms. "Tell me?"
She turned in his arms and stroked her finger up his cheek. She leaned into him... she was so close he could taste her breath on his lips... she was... "OW!"
Draco rubbed the side of his head. "Darling," he said very patiently, "did you just pluck out one of my hairs?"
"Mmm hmmm," she said, turning around again.
He settled his hands on her waist and spun her around. "My darling, I love you with every breath I breathe, but if you try that again..." she giggled into his throat "...I will have to take very... mmmm... stern measures."
She smiled up at him and put a goblet to his lips. "Drink this."
Draco, distracted, swallowed without thinking. Immediately he felt a writhing sensation… his insides were twisting… "You polyjuiced me, you little witch!"
Hermione grinned and ran into their bedroom, flinging off her robes. Draco kicked off his shoes, which were suddenly too big for him, and followed suit. He stopped short at the door. "Hermione, whose hairs did you put in my polyjuice?"
Two strong arms wrapped around him. Draco looked down in shock at his... breasts? "Hermione?" he said faintly. When he turned around, he was looking up at her... at her grey eyes.
She raised her... his own... eyebrow at him. "Merlin," he breathed. "This is beyond kinky, even for you."
Draco's own face smirked at him, but it was Hermione's voice that came out. "I just thought you'd like a taste of your own medicine." She backed him into a wall. Draco was just staring at her openmouthed, turned on beyond belief. But it was a weird sensation, to be experiencing it inside Hermione's body... then Hermione was kissing him, tonguing him with his own tongue, and he moaned.
"Whatever possessed you," he breathed, raking his nails down her back.
She gasped and grinned at him from under her eyelashes. "So that's what that feels like." She hooked one of his legs around her waist and reached down. "Well I know exactly how this feels," she whispered against his ear. "Tell me how you like it."
Draco yelped as her fingers brushed against the small nub hidden in her own folds. "Merlin's ghost," he gasped. "That feels fucking fabulous."
She laughed. "I knew you'd like it," she purred.
His eyes narrowed. Slowly, he trailed his fingers down her back... down her crack... down, down, and around... he heard her hiss of breath and grinned to himself. "Like it?"
"Oh. My." She stifled a moan. "Draco..."
He flicked his tongue at her ear. "Like it, Granger?" Flick, flick. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. It was disconcerting to see her responses on his face, his body. But bloody marvelous just the same. He could feel the blood throbbing between his legs... so different... he felt a flush of pleasure... pleasure that he was feeling what his own clever fingers had wrought against her so many times before... in her own body...
"Draco," she whispered. "Could I -" she rubbed his shaft against her folds. "I want to..."
"My kinky little darling," he whispered back, "you're running the show, you can do anything you bloody want." He stiffened as she entered him. Oh, my. He gritted his teeth as pleasure spiraled through him, so unfamiliar, feeling them in this body of hers... her beautiful little body. "Just remember," he panted, "I'm getting back at you."
She was thrusting, thrusting as Draco held on for dear life. "Oh I don't know how you could ever top this."
Draco's mouth opened on a soundless scream as he came. It was beyond anything he'd ever felt. Waves and waves of pleasure washed over him. Dimly he heard Hermione's stifled sob as she bucked into him. He held her tightly as she shuddered in his arms. Her head came down on his shoulder and she pressed a soft little kiss into his neck. He smiled. Even in another person's body, he'd know his Hermione anywhere... she always kissed him there after they made love.
They slid down the wall. Draco closed his eyes as he felt, again, a wrenching sensation in his gut, his limbs were stretching... When he opened them he was looking at Hermione again. Or rather, the top of her head. She was burrowing her face into his chest.
He burst out laughing. "Can't look me in the eye?" She shook her head, still hiding. He wrapped his arms around her. "Well if it's any consolation that was the most bizarre fucking experience I've ever had." He kissed the top of her head gently. "And I mean that as an adjective and as a verb."
She giggled softly. "Oh Draco, I don't know what possessed me."
He smirked. "I don't either. Of course, you're probably regretting it now." He stroked her hair. "Now I know exactly what makes you tick."
She looked at him appraisingly. "Did you like it?"
"Mmmm, yes. I do have a complaint, however."
"Hmm, and what's that?" Hermione said distractedly. His hand was wandering again.
He smiled down at her. "Well, I've been thinking. And considering how bloody marvelous that felt..."
"Hmmm... yes?"
He lowered his lips to hers. "I think I should really start charging you for it."
Hermione grinned. "Oh you do, do you?" she said against his lips.
"Of course." His eyes were gleaming. "Then I can start excitedly waiting for you to pay me back."
Finis