Title: Secret Lives And Dirty Deeds
Author: Blaze Faula
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine.
Author Notes: This was written for the Hot Summer Nights with Draco and Hermione Exchange, requested by![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
m1s7resss The comments can be found HERE.
Summary: Draco heads to a hotel for some action!
Secret Lives And Dirty Deeds
“Draco.”
The blonde boy of nine raised his eyes to his father obediently. His mother sat beside him, a protective arm wrapped around her son’s shoulders, comforting and grounding him. Whatever it was his father had to say, Draco doubted it was good if his mother was present. Lucius’ usual comments to his son consisted of derogatory statements and Malfoy family mottos, nothing that required the family to sit down together like now.
“I have come to an agreement with Mister Almont. You remember his daughter, don’t you? The young girl that you met last summer.”
No… Another obedient gesture, this time a slight nod. His mother whimpered slightly, yet he dared not break his father’s stare to see how she was faring. ‘Women,’ Lucius had always said, ‘had too many emotions to keep track of let alone acknowledge.’
“Well, her father and I have decided that once you and she finish school, the two of you will marry.”
Draco inhaled sharply and then stiffened as if his shock would be offensive to his father and a beating would soon follow. Nothing was said, however, and he relaxed again into his mother’s embrace.
“It’s for your own good, Darling. She is a lovely girl-“
“Yes, she is, but nothing more need be said on it. It is your duty, Draco. My decision is final and therefore this conversation has ended. Come, Narcissa. We have guests that must be tended to downstairs.”
Narcissa gave her son a quick reassuring squeeze of the shoulder before following her husband to the door of their sitting room. Lucius opened the door for his wife to leave first and turned once more to the lonely boy on the couch. “Go to bed now, Draco. We have a great amount of business to see to tomorrow.” With that, he shut the door behind him.
I can’t even remember her first name, but in eight years I will be her husband. Draco’s future, which at one time seemed so bright and full of opportunity, appeared to him now as a door that opens with no one kind to be found on the other side.
* * *
One, two, three, four, five… The now young man took slow steadying breaths, hand paused over the handle of the hotel room. Six…She’s waiting on the other side…seven…Waiting for me. And how long have I been waiting? Eight…forever it seems and I refuse to wait a moment more…nine…I’ll make her mine tonight…ten. Checking the hallway to make sure he was alone, Draco opened the door, entered and shut it one quick movement.
The room was sleazy; there was no doubt about that. A room can only have that look when it’s obvious its purpose is to aid in illicit affairs. It was perfect for the task he was set in accomplishing. He stepped further into the room and was startled at the sight before him. A young woman, with long sleek brown hair, the highest skirt and lowest top he had ever seen clinging to her body, perched on the bed looking out the window. Playing along with this little act, Draco sat behind her and skimmed a long finger down her exposed forearm, whispering: “A present. How dirty can you be?”
He felt rather than heard her chuckle at his question. Leaning back against his body to respond, she tilted her head back and placed her lips to his ear. “As dirty as you want.”
“Hermione…” Draco began placing long kisses down her throat until he reached her collarbone. “We’re finally here.”
She twisted her body to face him and smiled brightly. “They’re going to kill me when they find out that I skipped out on a meeting to see you.”
“The Order?”
“Mm-hmm. I had to come in disguise. This seemed like the most appropriate costume for a place such as this. I still can’t believe I agreed to come here with you.”
Here it comes - the guilt. “Don’t do this now. You know that it was the only way. I’m constantly under the gaze of the Death Eaters and you the Order. No one we know would ever assume we frequented places such as this,” he said, sweeping her hair off her shoulders and placing more kisses to the side of her neck.
“Don’t forget Jeanette,” she countered.
“I don’t want to talk about my wife right now. I want to talk about making love to you.” He slid his hands down her sides to Hermione’s inner thighs, giving them a playful squeeze. “I’ve missed you.”
“Somehow this feels so wrong, “ she confessed, tracing his jaw with her index finger. “I knew about her when we were still at Hogwarts, but…this will make it actual adultery now.“
Draco ceased his ministrations and tilted her chin so she could meet his eyes. “You know that I love you more than anything. That she means nothing compared to how I feel for you. I may wear this gold band, but it’s only a symbol of my entrapment. Now…” he drawled, bringing her hand to the bulge in his pants, “my Gryffindor counterpart, the only thing I’m willing to think about for the rest of the night is being buried deep inside you.”
She brushed her knuckles against his erection and worried her bottom lip. “I’m ready for you.”
That simple sentence was enough to send Draco to the moon and back. Nothing about being with Jeanette made his heart race faster, his breathing labor or caused him to make goofy smiles like when he was around Hermione Granger. She gave him back a future and the possibility of knowing love and he would never be able to repay her for it. She gives and gives and now was willing to give him the last gift he could want from her.
“Before we do this I want you to know that if I could I would have made sure this was better…for the both of us,” he admitted, running his index finger down her shirt and along the valley between her gorgeous breasts.
Hermione moaned at his touch and replied by pulling her top up over her head and kissing him soundly. In the beginning, the kiss was just like Draco remembered their very first to be.
* * *
He had been pacing outside the library for two hours after dinner where she had said that she would meet him. The moment he considered forgetting about her, she pushed the doors open and left the library in a hurry, completely unaware that Draco was standing not two feet from her passing form. He scanned the halls for any signs of fellow students before walking quickly after her. Draco made a grab for her hand and tugged her into a dark corner of the castle between a statue of Mildred Pointer and a painting of Rowena Ravenclaw.
“How dare you – oh, Draco, it’s you. Someone could have seen you,” she chastised, pushing the strands of her bushy hair out of her face.
“Since when have you known me to be so careless?”
She didn’t answer, but worried her lip in a most attractive way. “Didn’t I tell you yesterday that I would meet you outside the library?”
“You did, but you walked right by me without even a glance. What’s got you so worked up?”
“Nothing.”
“Bollocks! You have never been in such a hurry to leave your precious little library.”
“Don’t you presume to tell me what I’ve never done! Just because you’ve stopped with the mudblood stuff does not mean you know me.”
Was she kidding? “You have been meeting me in dark niches and alcoves all around this castle for the past three months and I’m completely lost as to why when every time we do you pick some lame fight…just like you’re doing now.”
Her eyes darted around frantically as if looking for some sort of tiny gap between him and the wall she could squeeze tiny frame through. “I – I don’t really want to discuss it.”
“Fine,” he muttered, throwing up his hands in defeat. He was finished with the girl’s less-than-sure attitude about her real motives for accepting and often times seeking out his company. If she couldn’t figure out what she wanted then how hell was he supposed to?
Draco didn’t even have time to walk away from her before she pulled his lips down to hers in an uncertain kiss. To say that Draco was surprised would be an understatement. He was flabbergasted in a way no one had ever made him feel before. Reassuring her of his pleasure at the recent turn of events, he deepened the kiss, parting her lips with his tongue to coax hers into coming out to play.
He had won her over and their tongues stroked and teased each other in an erotic dance. Using his body to pin her to the wall, he aligned himself with her curvaceous form and felt a mild jolt of arousal at how right it felt to be this close to her, how perfectly they fit together.
Before the delicious feeling could grow a voice startled them out of their embrace.
“Hermione! Hermione?”
“Oh god, it’s Harry.” Hermione straightened out her robes and gave him an apologetic look. “After I left in a huff, Ron must have went back to the common and recruited Harry into looking for me when he saw I wasn’t there,” she whispered. “I have to go…tomorrow?”
He nodded a little too eagerly for his liking before she left him to catch the Boy Who Lived.
* * *
Now they sat there on the soiled duvet, their tongues battling with the same ferocity. However, this time his reaction was much stronger knowing where their actions would lead them tonight. The tingling feeling of love and unbelievable emotion flooded Draco and he wanted to make it his goal to transfer those feelings to his lover.
Divesting himself of the muggle clothes he had been masquerading in, Draco laid back on the bed, allowing Hermione an uninhibited look at his body. He watched her from the corner of his eye to gauge her reaction. While they had experimented with their relationship during the last school year, heavy petting over the clothes was as far as she would allow him to go and it showed in her face as her eyes took in all of him. There was a flush to her cheeks once she got up enough courage to just gaze at his erection without quickly averting her eyes.
While he lay there, Hermione stood up off the bed and removed her last scraps of clothing. Her previously unseen body was displayed before him and he licked his lips while observing her pebbled nipples, her smooth stomach which drew his attention down to the tuft of brown curls between her thighs. As a young lad she may have been just a filthy mudblood to him, but the woman facing him was anything but dirty.
Draco reached out to her and she slid onto the bed and into his waiting arms. They touched and slowly kissed each other in the same almost innocent fashion they had at school. Once Hermione snaked her hand down his taut stomach and around his throbbing member their ministrations became much more needy and lustful. Draco let out a guttural moan and flipped Hermione onto her back with his own body resting comfortably amid her trembling thighs.
He made to reach for his cock, but Hermione beat him to it and aligned it with her entrance. “No more waiting,” she whispered and nibbled gently on his lobe.
The words almost broke him and he slid inside her as deep as she could take him. Hermione’s walls were clenching him desperately as if she couldn’t bear to let him go. Their pace began with spasmodic thrusts and whimpers of pain, but eventually developed into groans of intense pleasure and a smooth rocking that quickly brought the two of them to their peaks.
Draco collapsed on top of her, pulled out slowly and rolled over, fitting her into the space between his arm and chest. He drifted off to sleep thinking of how they brought a little beauty to a place of secret lives and dirty deeds.
[The End]
Author: Blaze Faula
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine.
Author Notes: This was written for the Hot Summer Nights with Draco and Hermione Exchange, requested by
m1s7resss The comments can be found HERE. Summary: Draco heads to a hotel for some action!
Secret Lives And Dirty Deeds
“Draco.”
The blonde boy of nine raised his eyes to his father obediently. His mother sat beside him, a protective arm wrapped around her son’s shoulders, comforting and grounding him. Whatever it was his father had to say, Draco doubted it was good if his mother was present. Lucius’ usual comments to his son consisted of derogatory statements and Malfoy family mottos, nothing that required the family to sit down together like now.
“I have come to an agreement with Mister Almont. You remember his daughter, don’t you? The young girl that you met last summer.”
No… Another obedient gesture, this time a slight nod. His mother whimpered slightly, yet he dared not break his father’s stare to see how she was faring. ‘Women,’ Lucius had always said, ‘had too many emotions to keep track of let alone acknowledge.’
“Well, her father and I have decided that once you and she finish school, the two of you will marry.”
Draco inhaled sharply and then stiffened as if his shock would be offensive to his father and a beating would soon follow. Nothing was said, however, and he relaxed again into his mother’s embrace.
“It’s for your own good, Darling. She is a lovely girl-“
“Yes, she is, but nothing more need be said on it. It is your duty, Draco. My decision is final and therefore this conversation has ended. Come, Narcissa. We have guests that must be tended to downstairs.”
Narcissa gave her son a quick reassuring squeeze of the shoulder before following her husband to the door of their sitting room. Lucius opened the door for his wife to leave first and turned once more to the lonely boy on the couch. “Go to bed now, Draco. We have a great amount of business to see to tomorrow.” With that, he shut the door behind him.
I can’t even remember her first name, but in eight years I will be her husband. Draco’s future, which at one time seemed so bright and full of opportunity, appeared to him now as a door that opens with no one kind to be found on the other side.
One, two, three, four, five… The now young man took slow steadying breaths, hand paused over the handle of the hotel room. Six…She’s waiting on the other side…seven…Waiting for me. And how long have I been waiting? Eight…forever it seems and I refuse to wait a moment more…nine…I’ll make her mine tonight…ten. Checking the hallway to make sure he was alone, Draco opened the door, entered and shut it one quick movement.
The room was sleazy; there was no doubt about that. A room can only have that look when it’s obvious its purpose is to aid in illicit affairs. It was perfect for the task he was set in accomplishing. He stepped further into the room and was startled at the sight before him. A young woman, with long sleek brown hair, the highest skirt and lowest top he had ever seen clinging to her body, perched on the bed looking out the window. Playing along with this little act, Draco sat behind her and skimmed a long finger down her exposed forearm, whispering: “A present. How dirty can you be?”
He felt rather than heard her chuckle at his question. Leaning back against his body to respond, she tilted her head back and placed her lips to his ear. “As dirty as you want.”
“Hermione…” Draco began placing long kisses down her throat until he reached her collarbone. “We’re finally here.”
She twisted her body to face him and smiled brightly. “They’re going to kill me when they find out that I skipped out on a meeting to see you.”
“The Order?”
“Mm-hmm. I had to come in disguise. This seemed like the most appropriate costume for a place such as this. I still can’t believe I agreed to come here with you.”
Here it comes - the guilt. “Don’t do this now. You know that it was the only way. I’m constantly under the gaze of the Death Eaters and you the Order. No one we know would ever assume we frequented places such as this,” he said, sweeping her hair off her shoulders and placing more kisses to the side of her neck.
“Don’t forget Jeanette,” she countered.
“I don’t want to talk about my wife right now. I want to talk about making love to you.” He slid his hands down her sides to Hermione’s inner thighs, giving them a playful squeeze. “I’ve missed you.”
“Somehow this feels so wrong, “ she confessed, tracing his jaw with her index finger. “I knew about her when we were still at Hogwarts, but…this will make it actual adultery now.“
Draco ceased his ministrations and tilted her chin so she could meet his eyes. “You know that I love you more than anything. That she means nothing compared to how I feel for you. I may wear this gold band, but it’s only a symbol of my entrapment. Now…” he drawled, bringing her hand to the bulge in his pants, “my Gryffindor counterpart, the only thing I’m willing to think about for the rest of the night is being buried deep inside you.”
She brushed her knuckles against his erection and worried her bottom lip. “I’m ready for you.”
That simple sentence was enough to send Draco to the moon and back. Nothing about being with Jeanette made his heart race faster, his breathing labor or caused him to make goofy smiles like when he was around Hermione Granger. She gave him back a future and the possibility of knowing love and he would never be able to repay her for it. She gives and gives and now was willing to give him the last gift he could want from her.
“Before we do this I want you to know that if I could I would have made sure this was better…for the both of us,” he admitted, running his index finger down her shirt and along the valley between her gorgeous breasts.
Hermione moaned at his touch and replied by pulling her top up over her head and kissing him soundly. In the beginning, the kiss was just like Draco remembered their very first to be.
He had been pacing outside the library for two hours after dinner where she had said that she would meet him. The moment he considered forgetting about her, she pushed the doors open and left the library in a hurry, completely unaware that Draco was standing not two feet from her passing form. He scanned the halls for any signs of fellow students before walking quickly after her. Draco made a grab for her hand and tugged her into a dark corner of the castle between a statue of Mildred Pointer and a painting of Rowena Ravenclaw.
“How dare you – oh, Draco, it’s you. Someone could have seen you,” she chastised, pushing the strands of her bushy hair out of her face.
“Since when have you known me to be so careless?”
She didn’t answer, but worried her lip in a most attractive way. “Didn’t I tell you yesterday that I would meet you outside the library?”
“You did, but you walked right by me without even a glance. What’s got you so worked up?”
“Nothing.”
“Bollocks! You have never been in such a hurry to leave your precious little library.”
“Don’t you presume to tell me what I’ve never done! Just because you’ve stopped with the mudblood stuff does not mean you know me.”
Was she kidding? “You have been meeting me in dark niches and alcoves all around this castle for the past three months and I’m completely lost as to why when every time we do you pick some lame fight…just like you’re doing now.”
Her eyes darted around frantically as if looking for some sort of tiny gap between him and the wall she could squeeze tiny frame through. “I – I don’t really want to discuss it.”
“Fine,” he muttered, throwing up his hands in defeat. He was finished with the girl’s less-than-sure attitude about her real motives for accepting and often times seeking out his company. If she couldn’t figure out what she wanted then how hell was he supposed to?
Draco didn’t even have time to walk away from her before she pulled his lips down to hers in an uncertain kiss. To say that Draco was surprised would be an understatement. He was flabbergasted in a way no one had ever made him feel before. Reassuring her of his pleasure at the recent turn of events, he deepened the kiss, parting her lips with his tongue to coax hers into coming out to play.
He had won her over and their tongues stroked and teased each other in an erotic dance. Using his body to pin her to the wall, he aligned himself with her curvaceous form and felt a mild jolt of arousal at how right it felt to be this close to her, how perfectly they fit together.
Before the delicious feeling could grow a voice startled them out of their embrace.
“Hermione! Hermione?”
“Oh god, it’s Harry.” Hermione straightened out her robes and gave him an apologetic look. “After I left in a huff, Ron must have went back to the common and recruited Harry into looking for me when he saw I wasn’t there,” she whispered. “I have to go…tomorrow?”
He nodded a little too eagerly for his liking before she left him to catch the Boy Who Lived.
Now they sat there on the soiled duvet, their tongues battling with the same ferocity. However, this time his reaction was much stronger knowing where their actions would lead them tonight. The tingling feeling of love and unbelievable emotion flooded Draco and he wanted to make it his goal to transfer those feelings to his lover.
Divesting himself of the muggle clothes he had been masquerading in, Draco laid back on the bed, allowing Hermione an uninhibited look at his body. He watched her from the corner of his eye to gauge her reaction. While they had experimented with their relationship during the last school year, heavy petting over the clothes was as far as she would allow him to go and it showed in her face as her eyes took in all of him. There was a flush to her cheeks once she got up enough courage to just gaze at his erection without quickly averting her eyes.
While he lay there, Hermione stood up off the bed and removed her last scraps of clothing. Her previously unseen body was displayed before him and he licked his lips while observing her pebbled nipples, her smooth stomach which drew his attention down to the tuft of brown curls between her thighs. As a young lad she may have been just a filthy mudblood to him, but the woman facing him was anything but dirty.
Draco reached out to her and she slid onto the bed and into his waiting arms. They touched and slowly kissed each other in the same almost innocent fashion they had at school. Once Hermione snaked her hand down his taut stomach and around his throbbing member their ministrations became much more needy and lustful. Draco let out a guttural moan and flipped Hermione onto her back with his own body resting comfortably amid her trembling thighs.
He made to reach for his cock, but Hermione beat him to it and aligned it with her entrance. “No more waiting,” she whispered and nibbled gently on his lobe.
The words almost broke him and he slid inside her as deep as she could take him. Hermione’s walls were clenching him desperately as if she couldn’t bear to let him go. Their pace began with spasmodic thrusts and whimpers of pain, but eventually developed into groans of intense pleasure and a smooth rocking that quickly brought the two of them to their peaks.
Draco collapsed on top of her, pulled out slowly and rolled over, fitting her into the space between his arm and chest. He drifted off to sleep thinking of how they brought a little beauty to a place of secret lives and dirty deeds.
[The End]
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