Mistaken - jaded_icy_rose
Title: Mistaken
Author: Raven aka jaded_icy_rose
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language
Summary: After one night of pure passion, they wake up together. Chapter Seven: Hermione decides to have a bit of fun with Draco
Disclaimer: Nope. Again, not mine...*sighs* Oh how I wish...
A/N: I know - another update?! But it was just because I got an inspiration for this and then I got a shiny new icon! *shows it off* And expect my next longer update soon. Hopefully within the next week. Please keep reviewing, that's part of the reason this came so quickly :)
When they arrived back at Draco’s apartment, Hermione looked towards the couch that seemed to be calling her name. Taking off her shoes she let go of Draco’s hand and found herself curling up on the couch, just as a house elf walked out from behind a small door. She hadn’t even noticed the door but she watched as the house elf quickly gathered a bunch of wood and started up a fire. It wasn’t long before the fire had Hermione warm. She gathered the pillow she was using closer to her body and closed her eyes a moment.
She felt a smile come across her face as she remembered the rest of the day she had shared with Draco. Eating with one another had been interesting, considering neither of them wanted to talk to one another and when Draco did begin the conversation, he had wanted to know why she had kissed him. The question that now plagued her mind was why had she kissed him. She knew that somewhere inside, she had kissed him because she didn’t want Ron to suffer. But it hadn’t seemed like the only reason. She felt a small touch on her shoulder. Opening her eyes, she glanced up to see Draco standing over her.
“Just because I invited you back, Granger, doesn’t mean that I want you lying all over my furniture.” He started, moving around the couch he made her sit up long enough for him to sit down. When Hermione didn’t move to lie back down, Draco looked at her. “You can still lay down, I just wanted you to make room for me.” He grinned.
Hermione smiled as she laid back down, her pillow now caught between her cheek and Draco’s thigh. A small devilish grin crossed her face as she pushed under the pillow with her hand, only to come in contact with Draco’s thigh. Glancing up at him, she noticed that he barely gave her any attention as he flipped the page in a book he was reading.
Hermione Granger was not about to ignored because of a book.
Her hand slid higher, gently cupping the top of his thigh as she moved over enough to turn her wrist. She kept her gaze on Draco as she slowly began to massage his leg. Draco glanced her way as he tried to move, making it harder for her but he was already up against the arm of the couch. He was stuck. She reached up just a little further into the inside of his thigh and as she gave him a soft squeeze, she felt him harden beneath her hand.
It made her shiver with anticipation as Draco looked down at her and put the book down.
“What are you doing?” He asked, His voice a little deeper. Hermione smiled slowly as she sat up and moved the pillow onto his lap.
“Exploring.” She murmured, her hand remained in the same spot as she leaned up and gently kissed along his neck. Draco growled under his breath as she kissed just below his ear lobe. This was not what he had planned. “You’re not going to keep me from learning are you, Draco?” She asked him softly, breathing against his ear as her teeth caught the lobe of his ear and gave a soft tug.
“No.” He growled, turning towards her. He wanted to kiss her and stop her from doing this to him, but just as he did, she stopped him.
“Uh-uh. You’ve had your fun the past couple of nights, now it’s my turn.” She told him softly. Draco gave a frustrated sigh as he kept looking forward as she kissed just behind his ear and ran her fingers through his hair.
“Granger, I’m telling you. You’d better quit or you’re going to find yourself lying on your back beneath me as I pound into you.” He stated. Hermione raised a brow and slowly grinned as she stood up, standing in front of him she pushed his face up to meet her gaze with her finger just below his chin.
“You think so, huh?” She asked softly. “That sounds like a challenge.” She grinned slowly and stepped away from him as she started to untie the corset top she wore. Draco couldn’t take much more of her teasing and he’d already been turned on enough. He got up quickly and soon had her pinned against the wall in his bedroom.
“You’re never going to win any kind of challenge with me, Granger.” He told her, slowly smirking as he kissed along her neck and held her hands with one hand, as the other traveled down to finish untying.
“Oh, really?” She whispered, a brow raised. Before Draco could respond, he felt the cool touch of metal to his skin, and the soft clicking of metal hitting metal. He tried to reach her with one hand but she had already handcuffed him to the one of the metal bedposts. Hermione grinned. “Mmm, now what do we have here?” She giggled.
“This isn’t funny, Granger. I suggest you let me go.” He demanded. Hermione crossed her arms, her mouth opening just a bit as she stared at him in disbelief.
“I don’t think you’re in any situation to be demanding anything, Malfoy.” She licked her lips, “Besides, since we’re on a last name basis. I think it’s time that I repaid you for things.”
“Repaid me? For what?” Draco sneered as he tried pulling his hands through the cuffs. He winced as the metal dug into his skin. “Where did you get these damn things anyway?”
“I don’t have to answer your questions, Malfoy.” Hermione retorted as she leaned against the wall, slowly running her hands against the top of her breasts that peaked out over the corset. Draco’s mouth started watering. “But since you asked. I think it’s time I repaid you for everything you did to me at Hogwarts.”
“That was when we were teenag-” He started.
“Did I say you could talk?” Hermione cut off, grabbing his face. Her hands slowly ran against his chest as she started to unbutton his shirt. “Anyways, as for the handcuffs. Do you remember that store you took me to in Knockturn Alley? The one with the costumes?” She asked. Draco only nodded. “Well, I found this cute little cop outfit that would’ve driven you crazy. But see I didn’t want to do that. I wanted to make you suffer just a little bit.” She smiled, standing up as she ran her fingers down his chest. “And I figured that it would be a way to get you out of my system.” She leaned up, kissing him softly. “Because the sooner that happens, the sooner I can my own life and get as far away from yours as I can.”
Her mouth covered his as she kissed him, her fingers running through his hair. As they kissed, she gently bit his lower lip and pulled it, giving it a soft tug as she left the shirt dangling off of him. He moaned as her hand traveled down, and began to unzip his pants. Pulling them down, she felt him harden at her touch beneath his black boxers. Hermione giggled.
“Is it just me or are you happy to see me?” She asked. Draco growled and glared towards her.
“Damn you, Granger.” He told her, “Just get this shit over with so I can shag you senseless. The sooner we get the fill of one another, the sooner I can move on too.”
“Oh, no way, Malfoy. It’s my turn.” She told him, pulling off his pants she knelt down in front of him and slowly pulled down his boxers. As the cool silk was pulled against his skin, Draco bit the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning. He watched her though, watching as this transformation took her over. It was like she was totally different.
Hermione took him into her mouth, cutting off any function his brain might’ve had.
“Holy shit, Granger…” He moaned.
Hermione kept her mouth around him as she slowly massaged the base. She wanted him ready for her and she was going to do her best to keep him as close to the edge as possible. Looking up at him, she wanted to giggle as she saw his eyes closed and his mouth just begging to let out another moan. But he refused.
She gently licked the tip, massaging him with her hand.
If they had taken bets, Draco would’ve lost as he felt himself come so close, but then Hermione pulled away. He opened his eyes, now full of lust and want, and a bit of anger as Hermione moved back slowly and began to untie her corset again.
“Tell me you want me, Draco.” She told him. He glared towards her.
“Why would I want a filthy mudblood like you?” He growled, knowing that it’d only make her want to torture him more. He’d do anything to have her mouth around him again. She stopped working on the corset, slowly tilting her head as she unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down.
He bit his lip to keep from murmuring his delight that she wore a black lacy thong beneath those pants.
“Tell me, Draco. If you do, I’ll uncuff you.” She giggled as she walked up to him, her hands traveling along his body. She refused to give his other head any attention as she kissed along his neck gently. Hermione leaned up, her lips just barely touching his ear. “Tell me that you want me, and it’ll all be over. You can have me.” She whispered.
“Like I said, Granger. You’re nothing but a mudblood that I use for a good time. I don’t want you.” He retorted, refusing to give in.
She pulled away and walked over towards a small round silver bucket that had ice and chilling champagne. Hermione smiled as she ran her fingers over the familiar Slytherin crest that Draco had so much love for that he wore during Hogwarts. Looking over her shoulder to him she smiled.
“Well, Draco, why would you have champagne chilling if you didn’t want me?” She asked. Draco smirked.
“You think that I’d waste good champagne on you, Granger? I drink it regularly. I’m rich, remember?” He told her, straining against the handcuffs.
“Hmm, well then since you’re so rich you wouldn’t mind if I do this…” Hermione grinned as she uncorked the bottle and took a long deep gulp. She smiled as she looked towards him. “You sure you don’t want any?” Draco gave a deep groan as he saw as a bit of champagne trickled down between her breasts.
“Dammit, Granger. I want you.” He exclaimed. “Now take this damn things off me.” He demanded. Hermione slowly smiled as she walked up to him and kissed him softly. She tasted of champagne and he wanted more, craved more. When she pulled away, she pulled the key the front of her corset and reached up to uncuff him.
The second one hand was release, Draco had his arms around her and his mouth was crushed against hers. She didn’t have the chance to say anything as he pulled the rest of the corset untied and off of her, and had her pulled into bed with him.
Author: Raven aka jaded_icy_rose
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language
Summary: After one night of pure passion, they wake up together. Chapter Seven: Hermione decides to have a bit of fun with Draco
Disclaimer: Nope. Again, not mine...*sighs* Oh how I wish...
A/N: I know - another update?! But it was just because I got an inspiration for this and then I got a shiny new icon! *shows it off* And expect my next longer update soon. Hopefully within the next week. Please keep reviewing, that's part of the reason this came so quickly :)
When they arrived back at Draco’s apartment, Hermione looked towards the couch that seemed to be calling her name. Taking off her shoes she let go of Draco’s hand and found herself curling up on the couch, just as a house elf walked out from behind a small door. She hadn’t even noticed the door but she watched as the house elf quickly gathered a bunch of wood and started up a fire. It wasn’t long before the fire had Hermione warm. She gathered the pillow she was using closer to her body and closed her eyes a moment.
She felt a smile come across her face as she remembered the rest of the day she had shared with Draco. Eating with one another had been interesting, considering neither of them wanted to talk to one another and when Draco did begin the conversation, he had wanted to know why she had kissed him. The question that now plagued her mind was why had she kissed him. She knew that somewhere inside, she had kissed him because she didn’t want Ron to suffer. But it hadn’t seemed like the only reason. She felt a small touch on her shoulder. Opening her eyes, she glanced up to see Draco standing over her.
“Just because I invited you back, Granger, doesn’t mean that I want you lying all over my furniture.” He started, moving around the couch he made her sit up long enough for him to sit down. When Hermione didn’t move to lie back down, Draco looked at her. “You can still lay down, I just wanted you to make room for me.” He grinned.
Hermione smiled as she laid back down, her pillow now caught between her cheek and Draco’s thigh. A small devilish grin crossed her face as she pushed under the pillow with her hand, only to come in contact with Draco’s thigh. Glancing up at him, she noticed that he barely gave her any attention as he flipped the page in a book he was reading.
Hermione Granger was not about to ignored because of a book.
Her hand slid higher, gently cupping the top of his thigh as she moved over enough to turn her wrist. She kept her gaze on Draco as she slowly began to massage his leg. Draco glanced her way as he tried to move, making it harder for her but he was already up against the arm of the couch. He was stuck. She reached up just a little further into the inside of his thigh and as she gave him a soft squeeze, she felt him harden beneath her hand.
It made her shiver with anticipation as Draco looked down at her and put the book down.
“What are you doing?” He asked, His voice a little deeper. Hermione smiled slowly as she sat up and moved the pillow onto his lap.
“Exploring.” She murmured, her hand remained in the same spot as she leaned up and gently kissed along his neck. Draco growled under his breath as she kissed just below his ear lobe. This was not what he had planned. “You’re not going to keep me from learning are you, Draco?” She asked him softly, breathing against his ear as her teeth caught the lobe of his ear and gave a soft tug.
“No.” He growled, turning towards her. He wanted to kiss her and stop her from doing this to him, but just as he did, she stopped him.
“Uh-uh. You’ve had your fun the past couple of nights, now it’s my turn.” She told him softly. Draco gave a frustrated sigh as he kept looking forward as she kissed just behind his ear and ran her fingers through his hair.
“Granger, I’m telling you. You’d better quit or you’re going to find yourself lying on your back beneath me as I pound into you.” He stated. Hermione raised a brow and slowly grinned as she stood up, standing in front of him she pushed his face up to meet her gaze with her finger just below his chin.
“You think so, huh?” She asked softly. “That sounds like a challenge.” She grinned slowly and stepped away from him as she started to untie the corset top she wore. Draco couldn’t take much more of her teasing and he’d already been turned on enough. He got up quickly and soon had her pinned against the wall in his bedroom.
“You’re never going to win any kind of challenge with me, Granger.” He told her, slowly smirking as he kissed along her neck and held her hands with one hand, as the other traveled down to finish untying.
“Oh, really?” She whispered, a brow raised. Before Draco could respond, he felt the cool touch of metal to his skin, and the soft clicking of metal hitting metal. He tried to reach her with one hand but she had already handcuffed him to the one of the metal bedposts. Hermione grinned. “Mmm, now what do we have here?” She giggled.
“This isn’t funny, Granger. I suggest you let me go.” He demanded. Hermione crossed her arms, her mouth opening just a bit as she stared at him in disbelief.
“I don’t think you’re in any situation to be demanding anything, Malfoy.” She licked her lips, “Besides, since we’re on a last name basis. I think it’s time that I repaid you for things.”
“Repaid me? For what?” Draco sneered as he tried pulling his hands through the cuffs. He winced as the metal dug into his skin. “Where did you get these damn things anyway?”
“I don’t have to answer your questions, Malfoy.” Hermione retorted as she leaned against the wall, slowly running her hands against the top of her breasts that peaked out over the corset. Draco’s mouth started watering. “But since you asked. I think it’s time I repaid you for everything you did to me at Hogwarts.”
“That was when we were teenag-” He started.
“Did I say you could talk?” Hermione cut off, grabbing his face. Her hands slowly ran against his chest as she started to unbutton his shirt. “Anyways, as for the handcuffs. Do you remember that store you took me to in Knockturn Alley? The one with the costumes?” She asked. Draco only nodded. “Well, I found this cute little cop outfit that would’ve driven you crazy. But see I didn’t want to do that. I wanted to make you suffer just a little bit.” She smiled, standing up as she ran her fingers down his chest. “And I figured that it would be a way to get you out of my system.” She leaned up, kissing him softly. “Because the sooner that happens, the sooner I can my own life and get as far away from yours as I can.”
Her mouth covered his as she kissed him, her fingers running through his hair. As they kissed, she gently bit his lower lip and pulled it, giving it a soft tug as she left the shirt dangling off of him. He moaned as her hand traveled down, and began to unzip his pants. Pulling them down, she felt him harden at her touch beneath his black boxers. Hermione giggled.
“Is it just me or are you happy to see me?” She asked. Draco growled and glared towards her.
“Damn you, Granger.” He told her, “Just get this shit over with so I can shag you senseless. The sooner we get the fill of one another, the sooner I can move on too.”
“Oh, no way, Malfoy. It’s my turn.” She told him, pulling off his pants she knelt down in front of him and slowly pulled down his boxers. As the cool silk was pulled against his skin, Draco bit the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning. He watched her though, watching as this transformation took her over. It was like she was totally different.
Hermione took him into her mouth, cutting off any function his brain might’ve had.
“Holy shit, Granger…” He moaned.
Hermione kept her mouth around him as she slowly massaged the base. She wanted him ready for her and she was going to do her best to keep him as close to the edge as possible. Looking up at him, she wanted to giggle as she saw his eyes closed and his mouth just begging to let out another moan. But he refused.
She gently licked the tip, massaging him with her hand.
If they had taken bets, Draco would’ve lost as he felt himself come so close, but then Hermione pulled away. He opened his eyes, now full of lust and want, and a bit of anger as Hermione moved back slowly and began to untie her corset again.
“Tell me you want me, Draco.” She told him. He glared towards her.
“Why would I want a filthy mudblood like you?” He growled, knowing that it’d only make her want to torture him more. He’d do anything to have her mouth around him again. She stopped working on the corset, slowly tilting her head as she unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down.
He bit his lip to keep from murmuring his delight that she wore a black lacy thong beneath those pants.
“Tell me, Draco. If you do, I’ll uncuff you.” She giggled as she walked up to him, her hands traveling along his body. She refused to give his other head any attention as she kissed along his neck gently. Hermione leaned up, her lips just barely touching his ear. “Tell me that you want me, and it’ll all be over. You can have me.” She whispered.
“Like I said, Granger. You’re nothing but a mudblood that I use for a good time. I don’t want you.” He retorted, refusing to give in.
She pulled away and walked over towards a small round silver bucket that had ice and chilling champagne. Hermione smiled as she ran her fingers over the familiar Slytherin crest that Draco had so much love for that he wore during Hogwarts. Looking over her shoulder to him she smiled.
“Well, Draco, why would you have champagne chilling if you didn’t want me?” She asked. Draco smirked.
“You think that I’d waste good champagne on you, Granger? I drink it regularly. I’m rich, remember?” He told her, straining against the handcuffs.
“Hmm, well then since you’re so rich you wouldn’t mind if I do this…” Hermione grinned as she uncorked the bottle and took a long deep gulp. She smiled as she looked towards him. “You sure you don’t want any?” Draco gave a deep groan as he saw as a bit of champagne trickled down between her breasts.
“Dammit, Granger. I want you.” He exclaimed. “Now take this damn things off me.” He demanded. Hermione slowly smiled as she walked up to him and kissed him softly. She tasted of champagne and he wanted more, craved more. When she pulled away, she pulled the key the front of her corset and reached up to uncuff him.
The second one hand was release, Draco had his arms around her and his mouth was crushed against hers. She didn’t have the chance to say anything as he pulled the rest of the corset untied and off of her, and had her pulled into bed with him.