Seven Ways in Seven Days
Seven Ways in Seven Days
A Draco/Hermione collaboration fan fic
Disclaimer: Draco, Hermione, Harry Potter, Ginny, too, and I ain't got her, JK Rowling owns the whole lot, Warner Bros makes cash; I do not. No infringement is intended, so please don't anyone be offended, I just wanted to make Harry say "Do me!" So show some mercy and please don't sue me!
Day 1: Mostly Missionary
jadarene
Hermione was curled up in bed with a good book, one which she was eagerly reading aloud to her new husband as he nibbled her ear.
"It says here…"
"We're newly married and all you can think of is your silly book?" he chastised teasingly. He paused to run his tongue along her neck before saying, "You're supposed to be thinking about mind-blowing sex."
"This book is about sex," she defended herself. "See?"
She held open the book and showed him the moving picture of a witch and wizard engaged in artful thrusting.
Draco cocked his head to the side and regarded the passionate couple. "Hm. I think we could give them a run for their money."
He gently tugged the volume from her grasp and cast it over the edge of the bed. It slid to the floor with a soft thump. Hermione took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply. He responded with a moan and climbed on top of her, loosening the tie in her dressing gown. He slipped his hand inside the sheer fabric, letting his fingertips roam to her pink peaks to tease each in turn. She groaned, arching into his touch. Draco chuckled, shifting to rub himself against her.
"Take off your clothes," she urged him; he didn't need to be asked twice. He pulled his shirt off over his head, revealing a smooth, firm chest and muscular arms. Hermione drank him in, watching him shimmy out of his trousers and boxers to throw them to the pile. He knelt on the bed, his cock in hand as he leaned in for another kiss. Hermione's shoulders slid out of her robe and Draco extracted it, letting the garment fall to join its relatives.
"I love being naked," he confided, stroking his erection.
"Mm," she agreed between kisses. He let go of himself to take her in his arms and suckle softly on her neck. Hermione reached between their bodies and took up where he left off, letting her slender fingers wrap themselves around his length and encourage rigidity. Draco's fingers tickled upward over her rib cage and down into her waiting valley.
She gasped when her parted her pink flesh and dipped a finger into her moist passage. He pumped his finger slowly, causing Hermione to rapidly forget what she was doing. Draco growled and removed his hand. Hermione whimpered in protest, pulling his face to hers for another lingering kiss. She swept her tongue through his mouth, tasting him, feeling the velvety scrubbing of his tongue against hers. Her legs fell open for him, and her body arched upward, waiting, wanting, welcoming…
Cradled between her thighs, Draco gazed down at the rosy cheeks framed by the wild brown curls he'd come to love. "You're really very lovely, Hermione."
His finger traced her reddened lips and she nipped at him with her teeth.
"Shut up and fuck me," she replied. Draco smirked at her.
"I love it when you beg me," he said.
"Who's begging?" she said, narrowing her caramel eyes at him. Her voice was a deadly hiss when next she spoke, "That was a direct order."
He raised an eyebrow. "Hm. Malfoys don't take orders unless they expect a ripe reward."
"Oh, you'll be justly rewarded," she purred, pulling his body flat against hers. She cupped his ass with her hands and rubbed against him happily. He kissed her again, sucking her lower lip into his mouth. When he released her, she looked at him with hooded eyes and said, "That book had plenty of information on self-pleasure, you know."
"Indeed?" he said idly, leaning down to lick her collarbone.
"And I saw another great book in your father's library…"
"Mm?"
"One Hundred and One Ways to Torture Your Enemy," she said.
Draco chuckled. "Was this one of them?"
"I haven't read it yet," she confessed, adding sweetly, "but if you don't fuck me soon, I swear I'll read every word and reciprocate this horror you're currently visiting upon me."
Hooking her leg over his shoulder, Draco penetrated her slowly. Hermione sighed in pleasure and tilted her hips, letting him sink in deeper. He groaned his appreciation.
Draco began thrusting in and out, in and out, trying to meter each stroke, prolonging their mutual torment. Hermione was wet for him, mewling low in her throat with every motion, moaning for him, every word but the one he wanted to hear.
The harder he thrust, the louder she moaned. He thrust deeper, hard inside her softness, rocking her, stabbing her, shoving his cock into her willing body, watching her face as she thrashed her head wildly against the pillow, her tight curls bouncing erratically. He clung to her, giving her each measured stroke, desperate for her orgasm, holding on as he waited for her to scream.
When it broke, his name was on her lips. Hermione’s slick body clutched at him as her fingernails raked across his skin as he drove hard into her, convulsing with the pleasure of his own release. He came with a strangled cry, his fingers digging into her hips so deeply that they marked her skin.
Her leg slipped off his shoulder and she shuddered beneath him as the after effects of her orgasm continued to wash through her. He held her close then, panting, sticky with a glistening of sweat, still riding that golden wave of ecstasy. The world was aglow with nothing but the sound of her breath, the feel of her skin, and he basked in it appreciatively.
When the room had come into focus again, Draco rolled onto his side and let her drag the coverlet up over their naked bodies. He snuggled against her, burying his nose in the thicket of curls resting on her neck.
"I love you," he murmured.
"And I you," she responded, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. She extinguished the bedside lamps with a word and closed her eyes. Their week was off to a great start, and she couldn't wait to see what the coming days would bring.
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A Draco/Hermione collaboration fan fic
Disclaimer: Draco, Hermione, Harry Potter, Ginny, too, and I ain't got her, JK Rowling owns the whole lot, Warner Bros makes cash; I do not. No infringement is intended, so please don't anyone be offended, I just wanted to make Harry say "Do me!" So show some mercy and please don't sue me!
Day 1: Mostly Missionary
jadarene
Hermione was curled up in bed with a good book, one which she was eagerly reading aloud to her new husband as he nibbled her ear.
"It says here…"
"We're newly married and all you can think of is your silly book?" he chastised teasingly. He paused to run his tongue along her neck before saying, "You're supposed to be thinking about mind-blowing sex."
"This book is about sex," she defended herself. "See?"
She held open the book and showed him the moving picture of a witch and wizard engaged in artful thrusting.
Draco cocked his head to the side and regarded the passionate couple. "Hm. I think we could give them a run for their money."
He gently tugged the volume from her grasp and cast it over the edge of the bed. It slid to the floor with a soft thump. Hermione took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply. He responded with a moan and climbed on top of her, loosening the tie in her dressing gown. He slipped his hand inside the sheer fabric, letting his fingertips roam to her pink peaks to tease each in turn. She groaned, arching into his touch. Draco chuckled, shifting to rub himself against her.
"Take off your clothes," she urged him; he didn't need to be asked twice. He pulled his shirt off over his head, revealing a smooth, firm chest and muscular arms. Hermione drank him in, watching him shimmy out of his trousers and boxers to throw them to the pile. He knelt on the bed, his cock in hand as he leaned in for another kiss. Hermione's shoulders slid out of her robe and Draco extracted it, letting the garment fall to join its relatives.
"I love being naked," he confided, stroking his erection.
"Mm," she agreed between kisses. He let go of himself to take her in his arms and suckle softly on her neck. Hermione reached between their bodies and took up where he left off, letting her slender fingers wrap themselves around his length and encourage rigidity. Draco's fingers tickled upward over her rib cage and down into her waiting valley.
She gasped when her parted her pink flesh and dipped a finger into her moist passage. He pumped his finger slowly, causing Hermione to rapidly forget what she was doing. Draco growled and removed his hand. Hermione whimpered in protest, pulling his face to hers for another lingering kiss. She swept her tongue through his mouth, tasting him, feeling the velvety scrubbing of his tongue against hers. Her legs fell open for him, and her body arched upward, waiting, wanting, welcoming…
Cradled between her thighs, Draco gazed down at the rosy cheeks framed by the wild brown curls he'd come to love. "You're really very lovely, Hermione."
His finger traced her reddened lips and she nipped at him with her teeth.
"Shut up and fuck me," she replied. Draco smirked at her.
"I love it when you beg me," he said.
"Who's begging?" she said, narrowing her caramel eyes at him. Her voice was a deadly hiss when next she spoke, "That was a direct order."
He raised an eyebrow. "Hm. Malfoys don't take orders unless they expect a ripe reward."
"Oh, you'll be justly rewarded," she purred, pulling his body flat against hers. She cupped his ass with her hands and rubbed against him happily. He kissed her again, sucking her lower lip into his mouth. When he released her, she looked at him with hooded eyes and said, "That book had plenty of information on self-pleasure, you know."
"Indeed?" he said idly, leaning down to lick her collarbone.
"And I saw another great book in your father's library…"
"Mm?"
"One Hundred and One Ways to Torture Your Enemy," she said.
Draco chuckled. "Was this one of them?"
"I haven't read it yet," she confessed, adding sweetly, "but if you don't fuck me soon, I swear I'll read every word and reciprocate this horror you're currently visiting upon me."
Hooking her leg over his shoulder, Draco penetrated her slowly. Hermione sighed in pleasure and tilted her hips, letting him sink in deeper. He groaned his appreciation.
Draco began thrusting in and out, in and out, trying to meter each stroke, prolonging their mutual torment. Hermione was wet for him, mewling low in her throat with every motion, moaning for him, every word but the one he wanted to hear.
The harder he thrust, the louder she moaned. He thrust deeper, hard inside her softness, rocking her, stabbing her, shoving his cock into her willing body, watching her face as she thrashed her head wildly against the pillow, her tight curls bouncing erratically. He clung to her, giving her each measured stroke, desperate for her orgasm, holding on as he waited for her to scream.
When it broke, his name was on her lips. Hermione’s slick body clutched at him as her fingernails raked across his skin as he drove hard into her, convulsing with the pleasure of his own release. He came with a strangled cry, his fingers digging into her hips so deeply that they marked her skin.
Her leg slipped off his shoulder and she shuddered beneath him as the after effects of her orgasm continued to wash through her. He held her close then, panting, sticky with a glistening of sweat, still riding that golden wave of ecstasy. The world was aglow with nothing but the sound of her breath, the feel of her skin, and he basked in it appreciatively.
When the room had come into focus again, Draco rolled onto his side and let her drag the coverlet up over their naked bodies. He snuggled against her, burying his nose in the thicket of curls resting on her neck.
"I love you," he murmured.
"And I you," she responded, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. She extinguished the bedside lamps with a word and closed her eyes. Their week was off to a great start, and she couldn't wait to see what the coming days would bring.
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