Fic: Winter Window (Draco/Hermione)
TITLE: Winter Window
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: A snow storm forces Draco and Hermione to postpone their Christmas shopping.
FANDOM: Harry Potter (Draco/Hermione)
STATUS: Complete - One Shot
PROMPT: “Staring at the storm from this side of the window” by dormiensa @ dramionedrabble
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Written for Day 4 @ adventchallenge (25 stories - 25 days).
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A sea of white.
That is what it looked like outside Hermione’s bedroom window. Stepping closer to the glass she pulled the sleeves of her jumper over her hands and watched the storm rage. It was difficult to see through the barrage of flakes, but every now and then she spotted one of the trees in the front yard bending wildly in the gale force winds.
“Today probably isn’t the best day for Christmas shopping,” Hermione mused quietly.
Strong arms wrapped around her from behind and Draco rested his chin on her shoulder, eyes following hers out the window. “It’s December fourth, we’re not exactly in any rush.”
Hermione leant back against him. “We said that last year and we ended up rushing around like crazy on Christmas Eve.”
“But we got it done,” Draco reminded her. “It doesn’t matter how you get to the finish line as long as you get there.”
Hermione wasn’t particularly sure that was a motto she wanted Draco teaching their future children, but she let it go. “So what do you want to do today then?”
“I have a few ideas.”
“Like what?”
Hermione squealed as Draco’s arms suddenly tightened. Her world tilted as he lifted her over his shoulder and carried her straight to bed.
Hermione hit the mattress and would have bounced up, if not for the weight of Draco pushing her down and pinning her to the mattress. His mouth hungrily sought hers, sucking at her lips, before thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. He moved down, licking, sucking and nipping at her throat, his hands sliding up her sides. She whimpered when he pulled back slightly, she barely registered the tearing of her winter pajamas.
“Too many damned clothes,” Draco said, his voice hoarse with need.
“I need you, I love you.” Her voice was breathless. “But stop ripping my clothes. I’m not going to have any left.”
“Then stop wearing them,” Draco smirked. He zeroed in on her right breast, running his tongue over the tip. The bud hardened in response. She moaned, her belly clenching as he sucked it deep into his mouth.
“Want me to walk... around... Ministry... naked for... everyone to see?”
Draco released her breast. Hermione’s eyes popped open to see the amusement gone and anger flicker through his expression. She smiled knowing he didn’t like the idea of her walking around naked in front of other people. Draco was a lot of things, but he did not share well. He called it his ‘only child’ complex.
“No. But when we’re alone, you should be naked all the time.”
Hermione couldn’t help a grin of amusement spreading across her face. She reached out and stroked her hands over his shoulders. She loved touching him. “I’ll remember that.”
That seemed to appease him, and he attacked her left breast, plucking at the nipple with his teeth and sucking it into his mouth. She arched her back twining her hands through his silky blond hair. He pulled back to shed his clothing, falling onto her and reclaiming her lips with a burning hunger.
She gasped as he caught her around the waist and hoisted them both off the bed with his hands cupping her bottom. He mashed her body tight between his body and the cold glass of the window she had been so fascinated by. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.
Thoughts flew from her brain as his rock-hard cock pressed into her. She clung helplessly to his shoulders as he took her mouth. Hot and possessive, his tongue demanded entrance. She moaned against its invasion as he stroked, sucked, and tasted every part of her mouth.
Holding her pinned against the window, Draco thrust into her with controlled strokes, over and over again. She closed her eyes and shifted her hips to meet him, encouraging him to move faster, moaning her pleasure. Feeling his mouth on her neck and his tongue flicking across her sweaty skin she groaned. “Oh, God, yes. Harder.”
He panted against her throat, bracing one hand against the window and placing the other on her back. He picked up the pace and pounded home time and time again.
She teetered on the brink for what seemed like forever, dizzy with the high, struggling to hold on to the pleasure, yet desperate to fall over the edge. When she did, it was blindingly explosive, her every nerve ending screaming with overwhelming pleasure. She cried out as her body shook and trembled.
Watching her face, her eyes closed in pure pleasure, Draco bent over and took a nipple into his mouth, never stopping his frantic thrusts. He licked her nipple, loving every taste and bit down gently. His action pushed her over the edge again and she trembled, her screams music to his ears. Her inner walls convulsed and pulsed around his cock. He moaned in both pleasure and pain, unable to hold back any longer. His thrusts turned short and jerky and he felt the first spark of climax. His body exploded in pure ecstasy, and he shuddered, his limbs like water, as he fell against Hermione’s soft body.
For a moment, all that could be heard was the sound of the storm howling outside.
“As much as I love you on top of me, dragon boy, you’re bloody heavy,” came the muffled voice of Hermione against his shoulder.
Draco chuckled and pushed himself off her, dragging them both back to bed. He reached out and pulled her into the circle of his arms, fitting the delicate curve of her back against his front- a perfect fit.
THE END
Comments and feedback are always appreciated :)
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: A snow storm forces Draco and Hermione to postpone their Christmas shopping.
FANDOM: Harry Potter (Draco/Hermione)
STATUS: Complete - One Shot
PROMPT: “Staring at the storm from this side of the window” by dormiensa @ dramionedrabble
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Written for Day 4 @ adventchallenge (25 stories - 25 days).
***
A sea of white.
That is what it looked like outside Hermione’s bedroom window. Stepping closer to the glass she pulled the sleeves of her jumper over her hands and watched the storm rage. It was difficult to see through the barrage of flakes, but every now and then she spotted one of the trees in the front yard bending wildly in the gale force winds.
“Today probably isn’t the best day for Christmas shopping,” Hermione mused quietly.
Strong arms wrapped around her from behind and Draco rested his chin on her shoulder, eyes following hers out the window. “It’s December fourth, we’re not exactly in any rush.”
Hermione leant back against him. “We said that last year and we ended up rushing around like crazy on Christmas Eve.”
“But we got it done,” Draco reminded her. “It doesn’t matter how you get to the finish line as long as you get there.”
Hermione wasn’t particularly sure that was a motto she wanted Draco teaching their future children, but she let it go. “So what do you want to do today then?”
“I have a few ideas.”
“Like what?”
Hermione squealed as Draco’s arms suddenly tightened. Her world tilted as he lifted her over his shoulder and carried her straight to bed.
Hermione hit the mattress and would have bounced up, if not for the weight of Draco pushing her down and pinning her to the mattress. His mouth hungrily sought hers, sucking at her lips, before thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. He moved down, licking, sucking and nipping at her throat, his hands sliding up her sides. She whimpered when he pulled back slightly, she barely registered the tearing of her winter pajamas.
“Too many damned clothes,” Draco said, his voice hoarse with need.
“I need you, I love you.” Her voice was breathless. “But stop ripping my clothes. I’m not going to have any left.”
“Then stop wearing them,” Draco smirked. He zeroed in on her right breast, running his tongue over the tip. The bud hardened in response. She moaned, her belly clenching as he sucked it deep into his mouth.
“Want me to walk... around... Ministry... naked for... everyone to see?”
Draco released her breast. Hermione’s eyes popped open to see the amusement gone and anger flicker through his expression. She smiled knowing he didn’t like the idea of her walking around naked in front of other people. Draco was a lot of things, but he did not share well. He called it his ‘only child’ complex.
“No. But when we’re alone, you should be naked all the time.”
Hermione couldn’t help a grin of amusement spreading across her face. She reached out and stroked her hands over his shoulders. She loved touching him. “I’ll remember that.”
That seemed to appease him, and he attacked her left breast, plucking at the nipple with his teeth and sucking it into his mouth. She arched her back twining her hands through his silky blond hair. He pulled back to shed his clothing, falling onto her and reclaiming her lips with a burning hunger.
She gasped as he caught her around the waist and hoisted them both off the bed with his hands cupping her bottom. He mashed her body tight between his body and the cold glass of the window she had been so fascinated by. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.
Thoughts flew from her brain as his rock-hard cock pressed into her. She clung helplessly to his shoulders as he took her mouth. Hot and possessive, his tongue demanded entrance. She moaned against its invasion as he stroked, sucked, and tasted every part of her mouth.
Holding her pinned against the window, Draco thrust into her with controlled strokes, over and over again. She closed her eyes and shifted her hips to meet him, encouraging him to move faster, moaning her pleasure. Feeling his mouth on her neck and his tongue flicking across her sweaty skin she groaned. “Oh, God, yes. Harder.”
He panted against her throat, bracing one hand against the window and placing the other on her back. He picked up the pace and pounded home time and time again.
She teetered on the brink for what seemed like forever, dizzy with the high, struggling to hold on to the pleasure, yet desperate to fall over the edge. When she did, it was blindingly explosive, her every nerve ending screaming with overwhelming pleasure. She cried out as her body shook and trembled.
Watching her face, her eyes closed in pure pleasure, Draco bent over and took a nipple into his mouth, never stopping his frantic thrusts. He licked her nipple, loving every taste and bit down gently. His action pushed her over the edge again and she trembled, her screams music to his ears. Her inner walls convulsed and pulsed around his cock. He moaned in both pleasure and pain, unable to hold back any longer. His thrusts turned short and jerky and he felt the first spark of climax. His body exploded in pure ecstasy, and he shuddered, his limbs like water, as he fell against Hermione’s soft body.
For a moment, all that could be heard was the sound of the storm howling outside.
“As much as I love you on top of me, dragon boy, you’re bloody heavy,” came the muffled voice of Hermione against his shoulder.
Draco chuckled and pushed himself off her, dragging them both back to bed. He reached out and pulled her into the circle of his arms, fitting the delicate curve of her back against his front- a perfect fit.
THE END
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