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It was bliss, being alone for the first time in what felt like forever. She had the house completely to herself. She could make as much noise as she wanted to, she could dance around on her own, and her newly acquired favourite, watching pornography with her tv on full blast while masturbating on the couch.
Ron had never cared much for experimenting in the bedroom, he was too traditional, however apparently not traditional enough to have children with her, which had been a point of contention in their relationship for the past three years. Every time she tried to bring it up it had been ‘Not now Mione’ or ‘Can't it wait?’ But she didn’t want to wait, she could feel time slipping through her fingers, he might have had all the time in the world to wait, but she didn’t, not biologically, and not professionally. She was on the fast track to becoming Minister, and in another couple of years, she wouldn’t have time to get pregnant.
They'd finally ended it after a night where she'd refused to take the contraceptive potion so they could have sex. He’d accused her of manipulating him, she'd accused him of not wanting a future with her. And really, where did that leave them? Over and done. That's where.
Over the past week, Hermione had been happier than she'd been in years, she felt like a weight had been lifted from her chest, obviously it had been the right choice, at least for her. Ron didn't seem to think so though and would barely talk to her at work. They didn’t work in the same department, but every day she would see him in the atrium or in the cafeteria for lunch. He avoided her like the plague, preferring to spend his time with his partner in the Auror department, Draco Malfoy.
She hadn’t locked the Floo. It was her mistake really; she hadn’t expected anyone to visit her without giving her a head’s up first. Harry and Ginny were always courteous and sent her a note by owl before they visited. With her personal life non-existent since she and Ron broke up, she hadn’t expected anyone, and the thought that anyone would come through hadn’t even crossed her mind.
Excitedly she’d sat down on the couch after choosing her favourite DVD she'd gotten from a sex shop in London. She had a glass of wine on the table in front of her and took a deep sip as the film loaded.
She wore a t-shirt and skirt with no underwear, she preferred it that way, there was something seductive about trailing her fingers beneath her skirt.
She put her glass of wine down on the table as soon as the actors appeared on screen. She knew the dialogue by heart by now, not that there was much of it.
A ring of the doorbell, an opening door. “I have your pizza here ma'am. That'll be 25.12”
Just as the actress was about to respond, she could hear the rush of the Floo.
Her insides turned to ice. No, no, no, not now! And suddenly there was a man in her living room, not just any man, Draco fucking Malfoy. Where the fuck was the remote?
If he recognised her panicked state as she dove into the couch looking for the missing remote, he didn’t say anything about it.
“Get out Malfoy.”
“Relax Granger, I'm only here to pick up a few things for Weasley, I thought he'd told you.”
No, he hadn’t fucking told her, otherwise she wouldn’t be here, just about to…
‘I'm afraid I don't have any money to pay you.’
Fuck! No! Where was the gods damned remote.
“Leave, please” She was sure she sounded desperate, she didn't care, not considering what was about to happen next.
But he seemed not to have heard her, transfixed by her TV. “Oh, is this one of those muggle tellyvisions? I've never seen one.”
She was sure she'd find his curiosity endearing, if not for the fucking timing of it.
‘I'm sure you can find some other way to pay me.’ The man on the tv leered at the actress.
Oh fuck, did Malfoy know what this was? She shot a quick glance at him, he seemed genuinely interested, looking curiously at the scene unfolding before him. If he knew what was about to happen, he didn't let on.
‘Please, come in.’ The actress on the screen purred seductively. The actor followed her inside and shut the door.
Hermione was no longer looking for the remote, she had frozen on the spot waiting for the trainwreck to happen, there was nothing she could do now, it was too late. She cringed as she saw the actress getting down on her knees, wasting no time, unfortunately for Hermione.
Malfoy shifted slightly. Had he finally caught on?
The actress let her perfectly manicured hands slide over the actor’s crotch. ‘Aren’t you a big boy?’
‘Why don't you take it out and find out?’ The actors suggestive voice boomed out in her living room.
And there it was, right on the table where she'd left it, the remote, too panicked to have spotted it earlier. Quick as a flash she reached for the remote and finally turned it off. Awkward silence hung in the air between them.
“Salazar, Granger. Is this what you get up to in your spare time?”
Hermione wanted to argue, to say it was perfectly natural, lots of people watched porn and who was he to say that to her anyway, he's the one who'd showed up uninvited. But she couldn't find the words through the cloud of mortification in her mind.
Malfoy turned his eyes to her, and they were burning. Hermione could feel her core clench at the sight of his pure want.
“Make it come back, Granger.”
When Hermione failed to move, or say anything, he started stalking towards her. She panicked slightly but was frozen in place by his stare.
When he finally came to a stop in front of her, he gave her a gentle push, so she fell on the couch seated once more.
He sat himself next to her and handed her the remote that had dropped out of her hands. He didn't know much about muggle technology, but he'd obviously connected that she'd done something with it to turn it off. Damn his perceptiveness.
“Make it come back, Granger.” He purred into her ear, and she could feel the heat of his breath on her neck and the sensitive part of her ear. She shivered and supressed a moan.
She felt on edge, her stomach was clenched and fluttering, like she'd accidentally missed a step going down the stairs. How long since she'd had sex? At least a month. Way too long for her newfound libido. Was that where this was heading?
And despite it all, she was curious, curious as to what he would do, what it would mean.
Summoning all her courage, she turned it back on.
The DVD picked up where it had left off.
The actresses’ hands running up and down the crotch of the actors’ pants. Slowly, she unzipped his jeans.
Hermione hadn’t thought too much about why this film was her favourite, but as Malfoy was seated right next to her, she couldn’t help but notice the similarities between the actor’s features and Malfoy. The same short platinum blonde hair, the same tall, lithe build, unfortunately that’s where their similarities ended. While Malfoy’s face was sharp and all angles, the actors face was softer, more open. Hermione secretly thought to herself that Malfoy was much more handsome.
So, she had developed a little crush on Malfoy after he became Ron’s partner. He seemed so much lighter, unburdened and treated her with so much deference and respect whenever Ron had brought him around. Was that so wrong? Not like she'd ever act on it. He was too close to Ron, it would only become a great, big mess.
Right now, though, she couldn't bring herself to care. She was already feeling worked up from the anticipation.
Did Malfoy notice? How similar they looked?
The actress pulled his pants and boxers down and was greeted with a stiff cock bouncing upward.
Beside her, she felt and heard Malfoy's sharp intake of breath.
Licking the tip of his cock, the actress looked up at the face of the actor and grinned.
So slowly she hadn’t even noticed him move, Malfoy had placed his hand on the inside of her knee. He started making small circles with his fingers, letting them drift ever so slightly up or down. She shivered, she should put a stop to this right now really, it would complicate things.
She realised with a start she wasn’t wearing any panties, if he shifted his hand upward, he’d know. She could feel anticipation building in her core as they both watch the actress suck the actors dick with gusto.
She hazarded a quick look at Malfoy's face; he was completely absorbed in what was happening before them. Only when she knew he wasn’t paying attention to her did she dare let her eyes drift down toward his lap. It was hard to tell through his robes and trousers, but it looked like he might be hard. Should she touch him? He was touching her after all.
She'd let her eyes linger for too long and when she looked back up at his face, he was watching her intently with that same molten gaze he’d given her earlier.
He licked his lips, slowly, deliberately and it caused a fluttering sensation in her core. She felt like she was on fire. Her cunt was absolutely dripping now, and she couldn’t supress a low gasp when he let his fingers trail ever so slightly up to her thigh. Keeping her eyes locked in his gaze, he trailed his fingers up and down her thigh with such a light touch that Hermione could barely feel it. She bit her lip.
The actor had pushed the actress up on the kitchen counter and bending down he was licking her pussy so thoroughly that it elicited loud moans from the actress.
Malfoys eyes were locked on Hermione's as he let his hand slide further upward. If he was expecting a rejection from her, he was going to be disappointed.
As he neared the point of her arousal, she knew he could feel how turned on she was, wetness smeared her inner thighs. He paused briefly when he finally felt it, taking a moment to coat his fingers in it. And then they continued their torturously slow ascent.
Hermione felt like she was on a precipice, about to fall off a cliff in the best possible way. Her core was throbbing with need, she couldn’t remember if she had ever felt this way before. She held her breath and kept herself impossibly still, afraid he would stop at any moment.
He let his fingers circle her cunt. “No knickers?” He grinned at her. “I never thought you’d be so naughty Granger.”
She protested with a whine. “You’re the one who came into my home, Malfoy, uninvited, I might add.” Her voice squeaked. She didn’t mean to argue, but she was unused to the teasing touch. Ron was more of a get to the point kind of man, and it felt like she was reeling, trying to claw back a piece of normalcy.
“That’s right Granger, put me in my place.” He chuckled. “And where would you like my place to be?”
Her brain went absolutely blank. This could not be happening. This was some sort of fever dream. She was probably in bed right now just making it all up in her head.
The he squeezed her inner thigh, and a gush of arousal dripped from her. “Come back to me, Granger.”
Fuck, this was really happening, it was real.
The actor carefully lined himself up to the actress’s cunt, and with one firm move he entered her. “Such a tight little pussy.” He groaned.
Hermione had the good sense to cringe a little. Malfoy’s eyes were momentarily distracted by the TV, watching in fascination as the actor slammed into the actress again and again.
“You gonna let me cum inside, huh, let me fuck you raw? I’ll fill you with all my cum.”
“God yes, please breed me.” Came the enthusiastic reply
Oh fuck, reason number two why this film was her favourite. Malfoy looked like he was about to pass out, his hand clenched tightly around Hermione’s inner thigh.
“Is that- is that a thing for muggles?” his voice sounded hoarse.
“Yes, it’s called a breeding kink.” Her own voice sounded small.
His head whipped to face her, his eyes completely dark now, his pupils so shot all she could see was black. “Is that something you like?”
Hermione hesitated, it was all well and good responding to theoretical questions about general kinks, but to confirm her own? That felt dangerous, too personal. Especially to admit it to someone who hadn’t spared her a second glance over the past few years.
Sensing her discomfort, he spoke again. “I like it.” He said with no hesitation. “The thought of breeding you, Granger...” He removed his hand from her thigh, and she was momentarily disappointed until he put her hand in his and led it to his crotch.
“Do you feel how hard it makes me?” And she could, she could feel just how much his cock was straining against his trousers as she let her hand slide up and down his length. She nodded.
“Do you want me?” He paused and leaned into her, placing soft kisses on her neck. “To breed you?”
Her skin was made entirely of goosebumps as his breath hit the small wet spots he’d left on her neck, and she moaned.
He waited patiently for her answer while he kept kissing her neck.
“Yes.” She said, quietly but determined.
It was his turn to moan then, she could feel it against her neck, the soft caress of his breath against a sensitive spot.
He shifted from her side to kneel in front of her on the couch. His hands were shaky as they grabbed on to both of her knees and spread her legs wider. He then moved his hands under her buttocks to shift her forward. For a moment he just stared as her cunt laid wide open for him.
“You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
If Hermione wanted to respond, she couldn’t because he tucked his head underneath her skirt and let his mouth place a kiss directly on her centre.
A slow long lick is all she felt, she could see nothing with him buried under her skirt, just the fabric shifting with his movements.
He took her clit into his mouth and sucked gently while letting his tongue caress her nub. She let out a moan when he hit her just right.
He repeated the movement. Such a quick learner.
His mouth dropped open and he made his tongue broad, placing long licks on her clit, dipping down into her core to taste her.
She could count on one hand the amount of times Ron had gone down on her and it had always been unpleasant, feeling his not exactly disgust, but unwillingness. This didn’t feel like that, this felt like Malfoy was enjoying it just as much as her, licking and kissing her with enthusiasm.
Fuck, was she close already? She looked down to her lap seeing her skirt bob up and down, the sight only adding to her arousal, it felt illicit, like she was being eaten out in public having to keep her skirt on to prevent people from seeing. She felt like she was floating, her hands at her sides tried to grab on to the fabric of the couch to ground her.
There was a constant stream of moans being forced from her mouth as he hit her sensitive spot over and over.
“Gods Granger, your pussy tastes like fucking Amortentia.” The heat of his words hit her core physically and metaphorically and she could feel a gush of arousal escaping from her. He lapped it up immediately.
“Draco.”
He groaned from underneath her skirt.
“What do you want? I’ll give you anything as long as you keep saying my name.” his hot breath hit her wet area in an entirely sinful way when he spoke.
She was shaking, her head felt blissfully empty and now he wanted her to say... something. She couldn’t find the words. “Keep going.” She finally gasped.
His hands were still trapped underneath her bum, but now he shifted them both to her inner thighs so he could spread her open even further. Both his thumbs spread her folds open to him and she could feel cold air hitting her clit for a second before his mouth was back on her.
She grabbed his head with both hands through her skirt, forcing him closer to her, closer to where she needed him. She felt his nose hit her mound and his breath being cut short.
His tongue picked up speed, flicking at her clit. She was so close, her cunt was already squeezing in anticipation.
She chanted his name like a prayer, unaware she was doing it.
She felt one of his hands remove itself from her flesh and then a finger prodding at her entrance, he made little circles around her opening before letting his finger slide in.
It was too much, Hermione could feel her breath catching and then her whole body was caught up in the explosion of her orgasm pulsating around his finger.
She could feel his groan, guttural and deep, in-between her spasms.
He flicked her skirt up and she was entirely unprepared for the sight that hit her. His lips coated and shining with her come, his eyes so fucking dark she could drown in them. He was gasping for breath like he was the one drowning. It was a sight that would be burned into her memory forever, she was sure.
He looked into her eyes as he licked her arousal from his lips. She realised with a start his finger was still inside her when he started pumping it into her and despite just coming, she could feel the build up to another orgasm just around the corner when he curled his finger just so.
“Fuck, you look so fucking hot like this.”
She wanted to return the compliment, he looked impossibly sexy, his face pink with exertion, his mouth slightly open, his lips still wet with her, but she felt suddenly shy. Acutely aware he was staring at her, she felt a blush paint her cheeks red.
It felt too intimate to look him in the eyes while his finger fucked her, she cleared her throat and tried to look anywhere else.
“Please, look at me.” He sounded desperate, pleading, and Hermione couldn’t help but bring her eyes back to his.
He placed his thumb down on her clit, rubbing it carefully, aware she would still be sensitive. She moaned her approval.
“Please Draco, harder.” She finally found her voice, though it sounded like a squeak.
He smiled at her, he looked... proud? “Such a good girl.” The pressure on her clit increased immediately.
The sound of slapping skin on skin finally came back to Hermione and she realised the film was still playing, she looked up at it for a moment, just in time to watch the actor cum inside the actress. She found it did nothing for her, not when she had Draco Malfoy on his knees in front of her looking completely delicious, there was no sight that could possibly top that.
The moment her eyes met his again, raw lust coursed through her veins. He looked like he wanted nothing else but to force yet another orgasm from her. He leaned his head down to her knee, and lifting her thigh with his other hand he gained access to the sensitive skin on the back of her leg. Still keeping eye-contact, he bit down.
The sight and feel of his pefect white teeth closing around her, the delicious glide of his finger into her, the steady pressure of his thumb making little circles around her clit. She was doomed. Her mouth fell open as her whole body was wrecked with her second orgasm.
She didn't even have time to collect herself before he was standing. In her addled state, she thought he might be leaving. Maybe he realised he'd gone too far and was now going to make a quick exit.
Before she knew it, he had his arms around her torso and legs, lifting her into the air. "Bedroom?"
"Upstairs." She panted.
He carried her up the stairs, mumbling things like "gonna fucking put a child in you Granger."
When he dropped her unceremoniously on the bed, she was already worked up again. But a small part of her couldn't help but wonder, is that really what he wanted? To get her pregnant? Or was he just caught up in the moment? He shrugged his robes off, starting at her like a starved man and she was a particularly tasty meal.
"I can take a contraceptive-" She started to offer before he cut her off.
"Don't you fucking dare." He crawled on top of her, caging her in.
Well. That answered that she supposed.
He pulled her legs apart and slotted himself between them.
"I can't wait to put my cock inside you." He whispered into her neck. "I'm going to put all my cum in you Granger, and you'll keep it there like a good girl." the scent of him surrounded her, something so incredibly masculine. She whimpered in response.
He grabbed her hair and stared at her for a moment before descending on her lips. His mouth was soft at first, lips so pliable and obedient as she took charge. Her arms were grabbing at him, pulling him further down onto her. Then his full weight was on her, and she groaned into his mouth. There was something so comforting, so safe, to have a man pressing her down into the mattress. And Draco Malfoy was a man, capital M, she could feel the evidence of that twitching against her thigh. Gods, he must be big.
Then he adjusted, pulling her skirt up so he could nestle right between her legs. She felt his clothed cock rest right above her heat. The material was soft, and so when he started grinding against her, there was just a smooth slide. His grunts would be her undoing, she would perish right here and now with those sexy noises coming from his mouth. His hand slid down to grab on to her leg to pull it up to the side so he could get a better angle.
She tugged at his sweater, eager to get it off, to see him. He obliged her by slightly raising his upper body so she could pull it off completely. Then he weighted her her down again, the heat of his skin permeating through her own shirt like a furnace.
Then his cock slid through her lips and found her clit. Fire spread through her body, radiating around her cunt. He kept a steady pace, gliding up and down through her moisture easily. His kisses changed, letting his tongue slide into her mouth, licking at her tongue. He pushed harder into her with his groin, using his knees to push both her legs up the mattress.
The extra pressure felt amazing, her cunt was clenching and unclenching in anticipation and she could feel the moisture dripping from her.
"Are you going to come for me, just like this?" he was out of breath.
She nodded, too caught in chasing her pleasure to speak. His sinful mouth moved into the crook of her neck where his tongue darted out and licked her skin.
He dragged his tongue in long broad strokes against her sensitive skin. She tangled her fingers in his hair, begging him silently not to stop.
"Oh— oh fuck." she stopped breathing, ceased to exist for a brief moment as her orgasm washed over her in slow waves. He kept grinding into her, prolonging her pleasure for as long as possible.
When she finally started breathing again, he climbed off her top stand near the bottom of the bed. If his eyes could set her on fire, she had no doubts she would be combusting right about now.
His trousers vanished off him in a quick move. He brought them closer to his face as if to inspect them at the point where Hermione could see the embarrassing stain she'd left. She wanted to look away in shame, but she didn't, curious as to what he would do next.
Curiosity killed the proverbial cat when he slid the material against his nose, inhaling loudly.
Fuck.
That was it, the sexiest thing she had ever seen. Malfoy, shirtless, grabbing on to the fabric with both hands, erection straining against his gray boxers while he inhaled the scent of her. How could anything ever compare to this? How could any man? Her breath hitched.
His eyes snapped to hers. He let the trousers drop onto the floor as he fixed her with a look that told her she was fucked.
"Take off your clothes."
She didn't hesitate. If actual sex with him would be as good as his foreplay, she was eager to continue. She bit her lip as she slid off her t-shirt and skirt. He was going to put his cock inside her. She watched with open curiosity as he dragged his boxers off and- uh-
"Poor kitten, are you skittish now?" he dragged his hand up and down his sizable cock as he watched her with amusement. She's about to tell him off, but then she saw it, the vulnerability in his eyes. He's covering it well with the only way he knows how, false bravado. It makes her feel for him. How can he not tell how badly she wants this?
How was that thing even going to fit inside?
As if answering her question he said. "Are not wet enough darling? Have I not made you come enough?"
She didn't think she could get any wetter, it was a personal record to be honest, three orgasms in one day. Her bed was practically a swimming pool by now. She licked her lips and steeled herself. She could do it. "Come here."
He smirked at her, and crawled atop her once more.
"You can do it, I will fill you with my cum if it's the last thing I do." He met her eyes and leaned down to kiss her, a harsh claiming this time.
Nerves lit ablaze, she felt excitement drum through her whole body, he was going to cum inside her.
She grabbed his hips and pulled him down. A muffled noise of surprise escaped him. And then his cock was resting right on her entrance. All he had to do was push. But he seemed to be hesitating now that it was finally happening.
Had he changed his mind? "You don't have to…" She started.
As soon as he realised what she was going to say, he pushed into her. Slow, so agonisingly slow, but she was glad of the pace as his cock was filling her. With her moisture, it didn't hurt, it was just so different to what she was used to. Like stuffing something enormous into a tight, snug place. So incredibly full, her cunt throbbed in a move that only served to make her realise her walls had nowhere to go.
He was so big inside her, she felt like she was filled to bursting, how would he even fit his cum in there? Only one way to find out. She lifted her head to meet his lips with her own. "Fuck me Draco."
"Fuck. You're so tight." He sounded wrecked.
"I'm pretty sure it's just you that's massive."
His cock twitched inside her. "Granger- gods, you can't say that to me right now."
Aha, a weakness at last. A cheshire-like grin spread across her face. "Really, Draco? You don't want me to tell me how big your cock is?" She licked at his chest, his arm, wherever her mouth could reach.
A groan of agony, or pleasure escaped him. His eyebrows furrowed, he looked like he was doing his best to keep himself together.
"Fuck me with your gigantic cock, Draco." She commanded, or pleaded, she couldn't tell the difference anymore.
A deep groan came from somewhere within his chest. "You're gonna make me come if you don't stop that."
So, liked a bit of dirty talk, did he? "But that's what I want, My pussy wants to be fed your cum. Can't you feel it?" She clenched her cunt in an entirely unfair way to make her point. She wanted to break him.
She didn't regret it, not one bit, not when when he started sliding in and out of her with deep, firm strokes. His head fell into her neck. Unable to resist, she looked down his back where she could see the muscles in his arse tightening as he moved inside her. How had she not noticed before, how good his arse looked? She slid down both hands to grab onto it, to help him pound into her.
"Fuuckk…" His breathing was hot on her neck, which only served to increase the frenzied feeling she felt inside.
Was she… Was she going to come again? It defied all her expectations, but the delicious drag of his cock seemed to indicate just that.
He bottomed out inside her, and rewarded her with a grind of his pelvis right against her clit. Oh. Oh. Her grip tightened on his arse. He was an entirely unjust man, so he did it again, and again, and again. Her breath left her in a sharp exhale. Her clit throbbed with the increased attention. If he kept doing that, she'd…
“Please Hermione, please let me cum inside you, please let me breed you.” His pleading was desperate against her ear, as if he was holding on by the thinnest sliver of self-control.
She didn't miss it, it was the first time he'd ever called her Hermione. It felt entirely right. She whined, she could never imagined sex could feel this good, his words setting her on fire. “Oh gods, please.”
“Salazar, going to pump you full of my cum.” He moaned, she could feel him tense and then she could physically feel as his cum spurted out inside her. And then, because he was a jerk, he kept grinding against her clit, determined to coax another orgasm out of her. The world spun, she fell off the cliff, her cunt clenched so hard around him she swore it was trying to milk him of every last drop. Her breath came in gasps as she felt her pleasure crest from somewhere deep inside. Her walls shook with nowhere to go, enticing as much cum from him as she could.
He stayed on top of her, kissing her neck softly. "You're fucking amazing."
She laughed, feeling a sense of euphoria overtake her. "Well, we fucked up now."
"Do you regret it?" He lifted his face to hers, concern marring his features.
A soft smile took over her face. "No. Not at all."
"Me neither."
She felt so bloody warm with his body surrounding hers. "Can you move off me?"
"No chance, Granger. I'm gonna keep my cum in there for as long as I can."
To her own embarrassment, her cunt fluttered around his softening cock at his words.
"Like that, do you?" His smile cracked his face wide open.
"Maybe. And don't think I didn't notice you calling me Hermione."
"Hermione." He murmured, leaning down to kiss her. It was sweet, chaste, promising.
"Draco." She responded with a sigh. She felt his cock twitch inside her. "Like that, do you?" She teased with with a quirked eyebrow.
"I fucking love it." He responded, giving her a kiss that made her toes curl with pleasure.
A while later they both made their way down to the living room fully clothed, still touching, kissing, like they couldn't get enough of eachother.
“I have to go, Weasley is waiting for me, for his things.” He looked regretful, like he didn’t want to go.
Hermione motioned to a small bag she’d already packed full of the rest of Ron’s things. “It’s all here.”
“I’ll owl you. Hermione.”
“I’d like that.” She smiled at him.
Then he stepped toward her, a smirk playing on his face.
“If it doesn’t take.” He let his hand linger on her stomach. “We'll just have to try again, won’t we?” His grin was entirely indecent.