#hermione: virgin

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Someone is asking about what this fic is in another group and I desperately need it now! Anyone know what it could be?

Looking for a fic....

After war. Harry and Draco (as friends) live together in the Black's house. A couple of scenes I remember....

1. Harry and Draco duel in the house for practice, and then after tearing up the house they fix it.

2. Hermione comes to visit Harry, and he casts a tickling spell on her. Draco hears a woman laughing, walks in, doesn't know it's her, loves the sound, hair in her face but he loves the look of the woman, and then sees that it's Hermione.

..... Hermione starts living with the guys because, Ron cheated on her.

3. Hermione and Draco start tap dancing around each other...it's Hermione's birthday, Blaise gives her a bag of goodies...sex stuff...for her and Draco. But only Harry knows that she's still a virgin.

4. Umm... Forget why...but they are out of the house, Draco and Hermione get into an argument...floor back to the house and Draco almost takes her over the couch, but then Harry floos in.

Thanks 🙂

Anyone?

Edit: Awesome!

m1schiefmanag3d: This was found on the Dramione subreddit A Match Made In Convenience by ErisNight on adult-ff https://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600097235&chapter=1

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The time Draco fainted at a house party - Seven Minutes in Heaven

Draco's house arrest was finally over with the conclusion of his N.E.W.T.s, but the challenge he would face next was even more daunting: Hermione Granger wanted him. She had no idea he was a virgin. or The time Draco fainted at a house party.

Seven Minutes in Heaven - a #deflowerdraco collab with @autumnweeen.

Two chapters of thirsty Hermione and nervous virgin Draco. Come and get it.

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The room was warm, heat sticking to her naked skin. 

The girl beside her was crying, silent wracking sobs, shoulders shaking with effort to keep the sound at bay — the hum of the conversation was too loud, the lights too bright. Hermione inhaled slowly through her nose, bitter air burning her tongue. The collar around her neck was too tight for her to turn her head and that, somehow, was the worst bit. 

What if it was someone she knew? Someone she’d grown up with? Someone she had hated, perhaps. Once, but never now. 

She wouldn’t cry, not here. Not in front of eager vultures, ready to lick the salt from her skin; she would do it later. In the ever-unfolding after. After she was sold, after she was bought, after she was broken in.

After she killed the men who made the nameless girl beside her sob for a life long past, after she killed anyone who knew about what was occurring — after she slit their throat the muggle way, reveling in the mundaneness of their death. After, after, after,

 After she was done, then she would cry.

*

When Harry died, it felt as if a part of Hermione had died, too. A phantom limb, the feeling of something missing, burrowing all the way to her bones. When his lifeless body tumbled from Hagrid’s arms, she felt it like a blow to her chest, knocking her backward, and splitting her in two. 

He’d killed Voldemort. And himself. It made sense, in its own bitter way — in the end, she wasn’t sure if there had been much of a distinction between the two of them.

Then, in the chaos of death, Hermione had run.

After that, everything had disintegrated, crumbling like grand castles of sand, slipping beneath her feet. She had been captured after two and a half years on the run, long enough to begin to believe she could survive, short enough to know she never would. They had cornered her on a cliff’s edge — the churning sea to her back, an unavoidable future to her front.

Without hesitating, she had turned to jump — to be free in death, that would be enough. To belong, unabashedly, to her own choices. 

But, she had never been lucky. Always clever and bright, but never lucky. A Death Eater had caught her in their arms before she’d slipped away into the mist of the sea, arms tightly banded across her ribcage. 

“Not yet.” They had hissed. 

*

“Do you remember your name?”

The girl tensed beside her and then relaxed at the sound of Hermione’s voice, sobs dissipating, floating away like bubbles in the soft evening air of her childhood. “Daphne.” She whispered. “Greengrass. Tori was in your year, I think.”

“Is Tori here?” It felt foreign in Hermione’s mouth, calling Astoria Greengrass of all people a childhood nickname, but it was somehow grounding, too. To be reminded of all the little things that made someone whole. To know that one day (after, after, after) Hermione would be whole, too. 

“No.” Daphne’s voice trembled. “She fought back after the first round of these —” She hesitated, searching for the right word. “Auctions, I suppose we’d call it. Said it was barbaric and cruel. Managed to kill three or four Death Eaters before they got her.”

Astoria Greengrass had always been quiet, standing in the shadows of her more vocal friends — clear memories of her smile flittered across Hermione’s thoughts. Of how her nose had crinkled when she’d laughed, how she managed to wish everyone in their year happy birthday, despite their house.

In fact, the last they had spoken had been on Hermione’s seventeenth birthday.

“We’ll make them pay.”

Daphne was silent for a long time, the noise in the room ebbing and flowing around them. “Yes.” She said finally, “We will.”

*

In the cloudy moments of clarity, Hermione watched from her cell as the world crumbled around her. Unraveling, like a massive trap; a lazy predator, intent on devouring their prey with ease. Sold to the highest bidder for the prize of her virginity. If she’d had enough energy, Hermione might have even laughed — if anyone climbed between her thighs, she would rip out their throat. 

 She still had her teeth, after all. 

An aching routine of Dreamless sleep potions and blurry thoughts, sticky and stretched out, as if her mind was taffy. 

Then one night, he came for her. 

“Do you want to live?”

Hermione blinked until his face came into view.

“I think I’m already dead.” She said, brows furrowed. “Or dreaming.”

“Hermione.” He said a bit more firmly. “Answer me.”

Hermione frowned. “I did.” She whined. 

Draco Malofy was crouched before her, fingers white around the rungs of her cell. He looked concerned. Angry, even, which meant she was definitely dreaming. “I’ve got some Wideye.” He said softly, speaking to her as if she were a cornered animal. “I’m going to give it to you through the bars, alright? Don’t bite me.”

Hermione snapped her teeth at him anyway, biting his thumb. He sighed, as if he’d known it would happen, but let her nip at his flesh until she was content she’d left behind marks. 

“Always so scared of me.” She said, taking the cork off the vial with her teeth, spitting it somewhere on the floor. “Even when we were little. Do you remember? The first day of potions? I brushed your hand and you almost cried. Said I was stealing your magic with my dirty muggle blood.”

Malfoy grimaced. “Drink the vial, please. I can apologize for all that later. But I need you awake now, we have more important things to discuss.”

“Only because you’re pretty.” Hermione told the dream version of Malfoy, fondness that didn’t belong dripping across her tone. “And bright, I think. Like looking at the sun.”

“That’s very nice.” He said. The hand that she had bitten flexed and then reached out through the bars, touching a stray curl. “Drink up, now. Alright? For me?”

After, when she was awake and he was still there, Hermione scrambled away from him, all trembling limbs and furrowed brows. 

They stared at one another, their breath the only sound echoing through the darkness — she didn’t know what to say. Thank you? Why are you here? Come closer so I can kill you?

She settled with: “I know it was you on the cliff.” Hermione hissed, spit and hatred and all the anger she’d ever felt, pouring gracefully into her words. “I’ll never forgive you for that.” 

Someone would’ve caught her in the end, she knew this. An illusion of choice, snatched from her aching hands; it was a bitter thing, knowing it had been him.

“Is this you thanking me for saving your life?” Malfoy tilted his head to the side. “You’re not very good at saying thank you.”

He didn’t deny it, didn’t scramble to invent a reason for his choices — instead he simply looked at her, eyes unwavering. Unafraid of her, it seemed. All the other guards taunted her, nasty and cruel, but they never lingered. Never crouched to her level, never spoke to her, never called to her by name.

“You think you saved my life?” She laughed, feeling a bit unhinged. Feeling like a piece of glass that he’d glued back together, sharp and uneven edges, not the same as she’d once been. Different, now destined to only draw blood. “Leave.”

“No.” Malfoy was still crouching at her level, so calm and even. Had he always been that way? Beneath all the schoolyard taunts and ill-conceived prejudice? “I asked you something, Granger. Do you want to live?” He hesitated, eyes flickering across her bruised skin, the gash in her side, the determined look in her eyes. He knew she’d bite him, and he’d come anyway.

No wonder she had been the top of their class, Draco Malfoy was an idiot. 

“Do you want to make everyone here suffer?” He asked in a low voice. “Make them die slow and painful deaths? I want that. I think you do, too.”

Hermione knew what was coming. In three days she would be dragged out by her collar, forced to kneel naked before a crowd. What she didn't know was why he was in the cellar with her, dirtying his expensive pants, talking to her. “Why do you even care?”

His facade flickered, but only for a moment. She blinked, and he was back to normal, no trace of anger across his face. “Maybe I’ve decided to no longer be a coward.”

Hermione scoffed loudly. “Not good enough.”

Malfoy’s eyes narrowed slightly, looking annoyed. Good. “I want to save you.” He said tightly. “So that you can save everyone else. It’s what you do, right? Free the downtrodden?”

“You are part of the downtrodden?”

“No.” Careless in his admission of wealth and security. “But someone  — ” He flinched, turning away. “Someone I care about is suffering because of my cowardice. I want to be better. Maybe I can. I probably won’t, but I’d like to try. I’ll buy you and set you free. We can get the other girls' wands. Kill everyone involved.” 

Hermione glared at him. Words were pretty, but often empty. Whispering to her in the darkness — that wouldn’t be enough. A lifetime of misfortune had taught Hermione to never ask for more, but here, at this moment in the cellar, in the darkness, at the beginning of the end, Hermione opened her mouth. 

 “Swear it.” She bit out. “Use an Unbreakable Vow. Swear that you’ll free all of us. That you’ll help me until the very end.”

“Alright.” Malfoy responded without hesitation. “Whatever you want.” He turned back to face her, eyes glittering in the darkness. “I’ll ask you again. Do you want to live?”

“Yes.” She was still spitting, still ready to kill him. But truthful, too. Never lucky, but always clever and bright. If he wanted to free her to soothe the ache in his unredeemable soul, she would let him. “I do.”

Malfoy grinned. Soft and slow, like the sunrise, like the beginning of something wonderful and terrible. “Good.” He said. “That, I can work with.” 

And then: “Give me your hand.”

*

A voice was talking, loud and brash, echoing through the room. Hermione felt more eyes on her body, more and more people drinking in her naked flesh — other girls were brought in, kneeling beside her. Through the corner of her eye, she saw familiar faces. Ones she knew, classmates from her year, from her house, even.

This would never work. Panic was beginning to spread across her skin, flames of worry consuming her completely. She should have fought harder on the cliff’s edge, she should have tried to escape again and again, she should have bitten more people — 

Gloved fingers brushed across her skin, tilting her chin upwards. 

Knees trembling beneath her, sore from kneeling for hours — her collar shifted under his touch, allowing her to see him.

He looked different. Not like the man from before, the one in the cell who had promised her freedom. Face lit up only by the glow of an Unbreakable Vow. In his place was the mask. A creature who wore his face for comfort; almost unrecognizable, cold and distant.

“Hello, pet.” He said. His thumb smoothed circles along her jaw, a light trace of leather on her skin. Somehow grounding her, all at once. Trembling breaths crashed through her chest, heaving and unrelenting, finally remembering how to breathe. “Don’t you look pretty.”

Hermione narrowed her eyes. His eyes were warm on her skin, hotter than the room; he pushed his thumb slowly into her mouth, the taste of his leather gloves heavy on her tongue.

“Careful, Draco.” A voice from her left said. The one from before, loud and brash. The man in charge. She’d kill him last, elongated suffering and such. “This one bites.”

Malfoy didn’t look away from her face. “Oh, I know.”

*

“I’ll have to.” He inhaled, looking away. “Use you. In front of everyone.”

Hermione thought of the inevitability of it all. A series of choices had led her here, to the cellar, talking about publicly losing her virginity to Draco Malfoy. She could dwell on the missteps for the rest of her life, the moments where she chose wrong, pushing herself off the original path.

But Hermione was pragmatic, even now. She knew, with unmistakable clarity, that she would survive this; that one day, she would return to her beloved original path. That sooner rather than later, she would fix all of this — and it would be because of him, too. Because he was willing to risk his life for her own.

 She glanced up, finding his eyes firmly on her face. He never looked below, not even glancing at her shoulders — they’d taken her clothing in preparation for the evening, and he seemed determined not to notice. 

“Better you than someone else.” She said at last.

His face was miserable, so often he seemed to carefully conceal how he was feeling — but not now. “I’m sorry.” He said. “For all of it.” 

Hermione tilted her head to the side, curls brushing her skin. Shivering in the darkness, watching her only companion, someone she had hated, perhaps. Once, but never now. “I actually think you mean that.” She said softly. “How frightening for you.”

*

The evening was unfolding slowly, yawning to life. Malfoy stood by her side, thoughtfully petting her hair as he spoke to others, fingers tangling through the curls. Despite herself, Hermione felt herself begin to sag, leaning softly against Malfoy’s leg’s. He didn't even blink, simply adjusted to support her weight.

“— You have breed them well.” A Death Eater she vaguely recognized was saying, “Keep them busy and full. I’m sure you’ll have a hard time with this one, but they all soften after a while.”

“I’ll try my best.” Was Malfoy’s flat reply.

Hermione was fighting the urge to roll her eyes when she felt Daphne stiffen beside her. From the way Malfoy was still absentmindedly holding her chin, she could see the room better, see who was standing next to her. 

Theodore Nott was staring down at Daphne, frozen in horror. Hermione had given them detention once for kissing behind a tapestry after curfew. They had run back to the dungeons, hand in hand — the sound of their giggles echoing off the walls; the sweetness of youth, love ever fading. Perhaps it wasn’t all gone.

Despite the terribleness of the current outcome of her life, the swirling dread that permanently held residence in her chest, Hermione felt a moment of relief. Daphne would be alright. She knew nothing about Theodore, about the type of man he was — but she recognized the look in his eyes, understood loyalty, felt it thrumming through her veins, even now.

He wouldn’t leave Daphne behind to the wolves. 

The hand in her hair tightened, twisting gently. “Theo.” Malfoy’s voice was soft, a memory of lifetimes ago, whispering to his friends while Hermione glared at them from across the classroom. “Find something you like?”

Theo didn’t look away from Daphne, still staring down at her face. “Yes.” He said finally, voice rough, trembling around the words. Poorly concealed rage breaking through his throat, dripping across his tone. “I think I have.”

*

“I’d rather you do it now.” Hermione said suddenly. “Here.”

“Here?” Malfoy was blinking down at her in the darkness. 

“You’re going to have to fuck me at some point.” Hermione frowned. This had been his plan, had he even considered the outcome? “And I’d rather it be here.” She had thought of how it might happen — how someone might lay her down on a soft bed, trail their hands lovingly up her sides; someone like him, even. Hermione winced at her teenage crush, blinking it away, banishing it from her mind. This was not the time for thoughts like that — this was real, this was happening. 

Sort of happening. There was still a cell between them and Malfoy was still looking at her like she’d grown two heads. 

“Here?” He said again. Sounding a bit like a broken childrens toy, determined to repeat the same word over and over and over. “Hermione — ”

She blinked away the sound of her name on his lips. “You said whatever I wanted. This is what I want.” Hermione tilted her chin up, determined to win. Like she always had been, unafraid of the road ahead: “And you’re going to give it to me. You promised.”

He nodded soundlessly, agreeing without much of a fight. How much had he changed in the years of her absence? How immune she was, Hermione thought, of the idea of new growth. She watched as he Apparated into her cell, standing before her, looking down at her with a tortured expression.

“Just think about her.” Hermione found herself saying. “The one you want to protect. That’ll make this easier.” She let out a shaky exhale, allowing herself tiny niceties. “I’ll think of someone else, too.”

A lie, but he didn't need to know that.

“You won’t bite me?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Hermione said. “I’d never promise that.”

*

The Auction was a blur of twinkling lights and laughter. A party, Hermione realized, anger pooling in her belly, spreading across her limbs until it replaced the surface of her skin. 

Celebrating the end of the war, celebrating the sale of her.

She hadn’t even bothered to worry about someone else buying her — hadn’t worried about the consequences of the Unbreakable Vow if Malfoy failed. Through glazed eyes, she watched as bodies swirled across the floor, watched as they reveled in their conquest — she watched as Malfoy bought her, voice firm, unyielding. The first sale of the night, the beginning of the entertainment.

Hermione ignored the voices that cooed celebrations, ignored the sharp fingers that tugged her towards Malfoy’s chair, depositing her at his feet. Kneeling, waiting for him to speak — the room had finally grown quiet, blissful in the aching moments before her life would begin again.

Malfoy was watching her through hooded eyes. Slowly, he tapped his lap, soft leather, no emotion. “Come here, pet.”

Hermione blinked up at him, limbs moving at her own accord. Pushing herself up, collar shifting loudly in the silence, golden decorations spiraling across her limbs, pretty and docile, all for him. 

Malfoy’s eyes betrayed the emotion beneath, glistening in the warm light. Watching in her awe, she felt. Watching her as she inhaled softly, breath catching in her throat. To survive, was to change, Hermione reminded herself. Persistent, like a weed twisting through the crack in the pavement, growing beyond expectations. 

He tugged on the chain of her collar, bringing her to straddle his lap, controlling her movement, a puppet on string. “Come closer,” he said, voice too soft for the world around them. “I bought you, didn't I?”

“Right.” Hermione hissed. “Apologies, My Lord.”

*

“Can I touch you?”

Hermione nodded. Her eyes were fixed firmly on the ceiling, unblinking. She could barely see him in the darkness, a shadowy shape of sharp limbs, moving above her. Suddenly, Hermione wished she could see Malfoy, if only to know it was him. A blistering reminder, a terrifying twist of fate, leading her towards a destination she’d always wanted. A blurry future, patchwork quilt of memories — the way he would stare at her in class when he thought she wasn’t looking, the sound of his laugh, how annoyingly clever he was, the way his fingers had felt brushing along her skin in Umbridge’s office —

 And of course, there had been the sweater incident in their sixth year.

“Go ahead,” she had told Harry, bright smiles, willing to give them without care, too young to ration her joy. “I’ll meet you in The Great Hall. Save some pudding for me!” She had known where to find it, hanging on the back of her chair, in its faithful place — but it hadn't been there. Instead, Malfoy had been standing alone in the room, her sweater pressed to his nose. The moment had been strange and soft, a bit like she was intruding. His eyes had lifted when she entered and they had both stood across from one another, quiet in cautious confusion. She had waited for him to toss it aside, to scoff at the belligerent way she had banged the classroom door open. Instead, he had continued to inhale, eyes closing briefly. “Give that back.” Hermione said after a moment, beginning to sense that her sweater was in danger of transferring ownership. “I’ve only got three good sweaters and that’s my best one.” “This is your best one?” His voice had been muffled by the fabric. “You should invest in some cashmere.” “Thanks.” Hermione had said flatly. “I’ll be sure to do just that.” Bravery was built in, wasn't it? She had squared her shoulders, reaching across the space, tugging softly at the sleeve, fingers brushing along his arm. “Come on.” Hermione had said.  “Give me a minute.” He had said. Normal malice lacking, stripped away, only the raw emotion left beneath. “Just one more minute, yeah?” The following week, everything had changed. Dumbledore had died, the war had begun, and, most importantly, before Malfoy had fled, he had stolen her sweater from her dorm.

 Then, as if summoned by her own desperate thoughts, he was hovering above her face. “I need to hear you say it.”

“Oh.” Hermione said. She swallowed the urge to tell him to get it over with, to insist he power through whatever gentleman-ly urges remained in his chest and to just fuck her already. “Sure, alright. Yes. Touch away.”

Cool hands smoothed up her sides, trailing across the surface of her skin. She shivered, involuntary and wanting. He grimaced at the movement, seeing it as something else; fear, perhaps. Trembling limbs at what was to come.

But she wasn’t afraid, never had been. Not of the dark, not of the unknown, and not of this, either.

Brave, like she had been during the war. Brave, like she had been in the classroom, tugging her sweater from his trembling hands. Brave like now, too. Refusing defeat, determined to survive, to kill and to be reborn. 

She could be brave. 

“I used to dream of you.” An admission, given freely. Floating through the air, settling across his skin, sinking beneath the surface. “Of this.” Hermione grimaced. “Well, not this, specifically. There was never a cell involved.” She let out a sigh, her breath fluttering the hair that hung before his eyes.

He had stopped moving, fingers frozen at their place on her skin, spanning her ribcage. “Yeah?” Malfoy asked. Hopeful, a light in the darkness, eyes flickering to meet her own. “I thought of you, too.”

“I know.” Hermione said simply. “You took my sweater.”

“It smelled like you.” His fingers began to move again, trailing down her flesh, tracing patterns across the tops of her thighs. “I still have it. Under a Stasis charm.”

“Does it still smell like me?” Hermione asked, watching as his fingers slipped between her thighs, tracing through her folds, circling along her clit. She squirmed under his touch, frowning when he stilled her thighs with a firm squeeze.

“Yeah.” He said, still looking at her. Memorizing her face, perhaps. Drinking in this version of her, determined to remember every emotion. “It does.”

“It’s you.” Malfoy said suddenly, her bravery contagious, spreading like a fire. “The one I want to protect. I know you don’t need me to protect you — that you don’t want me to protect you — that you’ll bite anyone who gets too close with your sharp little teeth, but.” He hesitated. “I can’t stop the want, Hermione.”

Hermione was quiet, her buzzing thoughts too loud to speak. Insisting to be heard, overflowing like a river swollen with rain; his touch was soft, sliding through the wetness of her cunt, still looking at her with aching conviction. “I want, too.” Hermione said after a long moment.

Malfoy nodded, blinking quickly. “Okay.” He said. “I — yes, alright.” He smiled, unguarded. Beautiful, unbelonging in the darkness of their world. The sight twisted Hermione’s heart in chest. Despite it all, everything, Hermione smiled, too. Fingers slipped through his hair, soft strands, twisting along her flesh.

“I’ll need to stretch you a bit.” Malfoy was saying, sliding down her body. 

“Right.” Hermione nodded, unhurried in her movements. Soft beneath him. Like they had all the time in the world. “Okay.”

His hot breath on her center was the only warning Hermione received before he was licking her, tongue twisting its way inside her cunt, thumb lazily rubbing her clit. She reached without thought, pressing his face closer to her center — he grunted his approval, tightening his hold around her tummy, the vibration of his appreciation skittering up her spine, muddling her mind. 

Then, Malfoy  closed his lips around her clit and sucked, his sloppy noises filling the room. Wetness was dripping from her, sliding across his face, her trembling thighs — heaving breaths were caught in Hermione’s throat, a babbling voice in her head splintering like glitter across her eyes, trapped inside.

He pressed her to his face, fingers digging into her flesh; each time she withered away from his tongue, his lips, even his teeth, his grip tightened, an arm pressed against the flesh of her stomach. When the pleasure became too much, Hermione twisted almost fully out of gasp but he tugged her back, biting her inner thigh.

“That is my job.” She meant to scold him, but it sounded a bit like a mix between a whimper and a moan.

“Don’t worry, baby.” Malfoy said thickly against her clit, “You can bite me later.”

Finally, finally, finally, she felt one his fingers slip across her folds, sliding through the wetness there. A mixture of the two of them, his spit dripping slowly between her thighs. “Alright.” He said, still lazily sucking at her clit. “Here’s two. You can take that, yeah?” He grinned, and she felt it against her skin. “Yeah, you can.”

Hermione nodded, blurry acceptance, willing to sink away into nothing. To take what was given, to live forever trapped in this moment of hazy pleasure. She could take it.

 Malfoy’s fingers were so much thicker than her own, entering her with a bluntness she wasn’t accustomed to, twisting her open. Fucking her slowly, with no clear intention of quickening his pace. 

“More.” She heard herself demand, voice foreign to her own ears. A version of herself she was unfamiliar with — “Give me more.”

“No please?” He laughed softly when she tugged his hair harder than before, twisting at the roots, tugging. “Okay, baby.” Malfoy said, slowly twisting a third finger in, stretching her open. 

He devoured her until she came with a wail, on an exhale, head tossed back. Hermione twisted and twisted and twisted away, but his hold was firm. “Can’t run from me now.” He bit her again, peppering her skin with bruises, with memories of him.

“I could.” Hermione managed to gasp. “I could run and you’d have to chase me again.” She smiled at the thought.

“I’m going to fuck you now.” He said thickly, mouth still wet. “Alright?”

“Yeah.” Hermione breathed. “Alright.”

Pain, but not unbearable. Nothing like torture, but like something else; a stretch of something strange and new, her body trembling around him. Desperate to become as it had once been, but that was the point of growing, wasn't it? Changing? A broken mirror, fractures stretching like spider webs across her skin, but beautiful, too. Like cracks across a frozen pond in the beginning of spring; thawing, coming back to life.

“I’ve got you.” Malfoy murmured along her ear, rocking shallow thrusts inside her. Inching inside, carving a home. She could feel him inside, warm and heavy. 

She felt when he slid all the way in, heat beginning to bloom across her skin, flushed and overwhelming, like the beginning of the summer, like standing too close to a flame; like his body above her.

“I know you do.” Hermione gasped.

*

A twist of discomfort as she sank down on him, a deep ache — less painful than before, but still enough to make her wince at the stretch. The room was blurry, faces mixing together, eyes open wide, drinking her full.

“It’s alright.” Malfoy’s voice was soft against her ear. His arms were a tight band around her chest, just like how he’d held her in Umbridge’s office, just like at the edge of the cliff. “I got you.”

He lifted her, movements unhurried, pulling her back down on himself.

Her naked skin rubbed across the roughness of his clothing, his leather gloves were wet — with her, she realized — and the chains from her collar clinked together as he rocked slowly into her.

 Thumb tracing her clit messily, wet circles. He didn't seem to care that everyone was watching, didn’t notice their wandering eyes — only focused on her. On his prize.

Pleasure built steadily inside her until she was twitching, a whimper caught in her throat. His thumb still moved agonizing circles, his cock hitting deep inside her, an explosion of 

Unthinking, she leaned forward and bit his neck, silencing the sounds, eyes closed tight.

“Go on, baby. Use me.” Malfoy whispered against her neck. His cock was still thick inside her, pleasure spiraling across her skin. She blinked back to awareness at the firm fingers on her jaw, tugging her to meet his eyes. 

He pressed a wand into her hand.

*

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Oneshot - 10k - complete - rated M

Malfoy Manor has decided that the heir should be wed.

Cue a line of possible suitors taken to the Manor quite against their will, an unspeakable visitor and a quite ingenious solution to all of Draco's problems.

#harry potter fanfiction #dramione #archive of our own #draco malfoy #hermione granger #fanfic #fluff #wedding #sentient house #malfoy manor #loss of virginity #Deflower Draco 2024 #deflowered

[tomionefinds]

hi i’m looking for fics that have perverted tom. like he tries to watch her undress or looks down her shirt. i love creepy obsessed tom. thanks

I think there are a decent amount of fics that lean this way. Peremo by Virrenia has some of this. As the fic goes on, he becomes more and more perverted and creepy. Others that have this as a more consistent theme are: Jagged by HiccupFound: Very sexual, very perverted, surprisingly low on the creepy though.

Of Riddles and War: Tom is very perverted and creepy throughout this series. Tempus Viatorum: Very perverted and creepy here as well. Although it is played for drama and stress than anything else. Hope these help! -LWCS --------- *Update: Adding follower submission:

A Morose Little Boy's Obsession by Sleepless_Eremite Eleven-year-old Tom Riddle boards the Hogwarts Express for the first time. While looking for a compartment, he meets Hermione Granger, the fifth year Gryffindor girls' prefect. Her motherly manner repels him at first, but very quickly he is won over by it. Moreover, he discovers that she has quite a lovely bottom.

#Tom: Dark #Tom: Manipulative #Tom: Virgin #Tom: Obsessive #Hermione: Black #Hermione: Dark #Generation: Riddle #Generation: Potter #Genre: horror #Genre: thriller

[depressedlanadelrey]

they are all so me (its my birthday) <3

#gaslight gatekeep girlboss #girl interrupted syndrome #lana del rey #my year of rest and relaxation #fiona apple #ottessa moshfegh #female manipulator #black swan #mitski #effy stonem #katniss everdeen #the hunger games katniss #thg katniss #harry hermione #hermione granger #rose granger weasley #harry potter #the virgin suicides #virgin mary #rory gilmore #jess x rory #chilton rory

[oxydiane]

anybody else here painfully longing for a fanfiction that is just glimpses into the life of a harry being raised by sirius and each chapter is harry in different stages of his life telling his godfather about all his teenage drama or is it just me and like one of my mutuals

#sirius is soooo keeping up with everything #at first he started listening not that willingly because gee harry is his godson he’s gonna be a good father figure and hear him out #then he got invested #harry: and then i asked out cho chang and she said she would have said yes if cedric hadn’t come first! #sirius: CEDRIC YOUR OTHER CRUSH?? OOH BABY #harry: and then hermione said krum is more the ‘physical type’ right in front of ron?? #sirius. gasping: she did NOT #i want this fanfiction. like carnally #i’d sacrifice twelve virgins for it #harry potter #sirius black #harry and sirius #sirius raises harry #sirius raising harry #headcanon #wolfstar raising harry

[hzry]

Strawberry Fields: 68.9k

There is a truth, generally accepted amongst wizarding society, that while an unmated Alpha may spend their rut with whomever their desires dictate, an unmated Omega must not …

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41634834

#harry potter fic rec #60k+ #alternate universe #a/b/o dynamics #19th century #slowish burn #scandal #misunderstandings #virgin!harry #loss of virginity #alpha harry #omega draco #previous harry x ginny #hermione x ron #so many austen references #courtship #historical inaccuracies #regency #fake dating #fake relationship #well fake courting #andromeda tonks #blaise zabini #drarry #drarry fic rec

[fan-girls-unite]

hermione smut hc

Hermione lost her virginity to Viktor Krum. "Viktor is more of a physical being."

#hermione x viktor #hermione #smut #hermione granger smut #hermione granger #viktor krum #harry potter #virginity

[wickermayne]

Dramione Drabble 6

NSFW! Virgin Draco

“Y-you’re really a virgin?”

“Don’t act so shocked, Granger. It’s completely normal in pureblood society.”

“But Ron and I—”

“Ugh, that’s the last thing I want to hear about. Besides, has the Weasley family ever followed pureblood tradition?”

Draco ignored her protest, leaving for his meeting with another department.

Merlin.

Pansy was telling the truth.

Hermione imagined it so clearly. Draco panting at the sight of her cunt, unpracticed and sloppy licks.

Gods would he come in one or two pumps? She sighed, feeling a bit of dampness in her knickers.

Fuck she wanted to take it from him.

#draco #draco malfoy #draco/hermione #hermione #hermione granger #dramione #drabble #virgin draco

[allofthelights11]

CHAPTER UPDATE TODAY! Private Tutor - now fully written at 20 chapters, hilarious and incredibly hot. 🌶️🌶️🌶️

#dramione #draco malfoy #draco x hermione #hermione granger #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #smut #hea #jealous!draco #virgin draco #8th year hogwarts #hogwarts 8th year #spicy content

[hatebitxh]

Three costume requests I previously drew for my Hermione dress up base. Disclaimish's Slytherin Hermione, the VK meme sweater, and some anime witch.

#harry potter #hermione granger #slytherin #virgin killer sweater #witch #dress up #my art

[undrrcxxt]

Golden Era P Links!

18+

warnings: p*rn, twitter, only the characters i know are included.. but if u want anyone added just let me know! just use ur imagination!! obviously they won’t look perfect but i tried..

i hate having things in my drafts!! so i’m going to post this and just add videos whenever i find them!!

<3=favs

Harry Potter

overstimming sub!harry

harry fingering you<3

tell me this doesn’t give virgin harry vibes<3

Ron Weasley

you slowly fucking ron

ron mouth fucking you

Hermione Granger

hermione eating u out

making out with hermione while she rides a dildo

Fred Weasley

riding fred’s face

this is screaming fred. the way he does his little hop off the bed

George Weasley

george fucking you

george getting you off<3

Ginny Weasley

ginny fucking u (pretend the top girl has red hair. she was just giving major ginny vibes yk?) <3

rough!ginny fucking you with her strap

Cedric Diggory

making out with ced

pegging cedric<3

cedric sucking ur titties

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #ron weasley #ron weasly x reader #hermione granger #hermione granger x reader #fred weasley #fred weasly x reader #george weasley #george weasly x reader #ginny weasley #ginny weasley x reader #cedric diggory #cedric diggory x reader

[sodamnradd]

She never imagined an adolescent flame could turn so deadly.

At fifteen they kissed one another on patrol. The first time a boy slipped his tongue between her lips and made her feel desired.

She kept Draco to herself and suspected he did, too. Hermione, his dirty little secret. After three kisses in June, school came to a close. She dreamt of peppermint lips and the drag of solid white teeth all summer long.

At sixteen, she learned how to comfort someone and expect nothing in return. Tight-lipped, subtly explosive, selfish, and uncouth, Draco pushed her away and reeled her back in. He took her virginity in Filch’s supply closet. It was harsh and unromantic and horribly cruel when, afterwards, he revealed his Dark Mark and asked if she still wanted him.

At seventeen, he saved her life.

“Where have you been?” he wanted to know. An unmasked face in a sea of secret soldiers, intent to torture and kill them. The wild jealousy in his eyes was really asking: who have you replaced me with?

“Nowhere.” No one.

He slipped her his wand, told her to stun him, save her friends, and run, promising to find her again.

Seventeen was the longest year of her life.

Draco used his wand to track her whereabouts.

She didn’t know if she could trust him. If he was the cruel sixteen-year-old who hurt her all year long, or the fifteen-year-old who’d kissed her, pulled away, stunned, as if he’d come to a shocking revelation, then kissed her again with reckless, open-hearted abandon.

By eighteen he was her confidante and closest friend.

They met in public spaces. Chiswick. Richmond. Hammersmith. She wore Muggle clothes, and he showed up in all black. Autumnal chic. Trendy Londoners didn’t blink twice. He’d sweep her onto an empty double-decker, a vacant pub, a locked greenhouse in the botanical gardens, remove his leather gloves, and touch her face, her hair, rub her cold hands between his palms and kiss her fingertips. He took note of her scars. The ones he recognised and the ones he didn’t. Demand who did it, vow to make them pay, then offer everything he knew about Voldemort’s next moves.

At eighteen, he confessed he loved her.

It was the worst of the war. She’d been beaten, tortured, scarred, and branded. Draco hardened, trained and bathed in Dark Magic. They did not belong with one another.

Keeping her safe was like clutching a bar of soap beneath the tap and praying it wouldn’t slip from his fingers. But he tried his damned well hardest, and she loved him for it.

By nineteen, freedom tasted like luxury.

War-torn homes, constant nightmares, society’s vitriol, friends who didn’t understand, a world who wished them apart.

It was caviar and champagne.

The ability to sleep in the same bed and touch one another when they felt like it (always), and say I love you without the fear of never saying it again.

(494 words, photo prompt from twitter)

#sodamnrad #dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #draco x hermione #hermione x draco #dhr #dramione drabble #drabble #sodamnraddrabbles

[longbottomlove]

first time || n.l.

warnings: smut!

neville and y/n had been dating for about a year at that point, nothing crazy. they’d shared little kisses and hugs, maybe a tiny make out sesh a couple times. the little bit of tongue, heavy breathing kind that every guy dreamed about having with his crush.

but she wasn’t his crush. she was his girlfriend. he loved her. and she loved him. it was simple like that. they’d never tried anything further than kissing because they didn’t need to.

neville tried to be the respectful gentleman y/n deserved, but a nagging problem was starting to arise.

every time they kissed for longer than three seconds, shared a close hug(the kind that had her boobs pressed against his chest), or even if y/n cracked a dirty joke to pull a laugh out from their friends, he had a boner. it was hard to hide and hard to make it go away. neville was a virgin and had no clue what to do.

and then there were the dreams. dreams about his girlfriend. dreams where she was kissing him, touching him, speaking to him in a hushed whisper, neville we have to be quiet. neville we’re gonna be caught. neville do you want me? neville wake up.

and wake up he would. every morning. sometimes he’d wake up to a tent in his pants. other times it would be a sticky mess he had to clean before starting the day.

worst of all was the guilt. godric, the guilt. thinking all of these foul things about someone who had no part in causing it felt criminal. it made him feel gross and pervy. he knew he had to tell you.

———————-

“uh.. y/n?” he forced out. “i..uh. i have to tell you something,”

this was it. the moment she would dump him. poor little neville who had finally gotten a girlfriend was going to be dumped. his heart was racing, palms clammy and shiny with sweat.

y/n followed him into his dorm, taking a seat on the bed like he gestured her to do. she was confused. so confused. was he gonna dump her, did he cheat?

“so what was it you wanted to tell me?” y/n asked, eyes glued to her feet.

“well,” neville started. “i’ve, i’ve been having these thoughts. and they’re gross and about you. and i dunno, i just had to tell you because ikeephavingdirtydreamsaboutyouandimsorry,”

“what?”

neville looked at the girl in confusion. like she couldn’t have possibly not heard him and he didn’t wanna say it again.

“i keep having dirty dreams about you. and im sorry,” he repeated.

a sharp silence overtook the room. she hated him now. she had to. he had confessed his disgusting thoughts to her. he was done for. would she tell a Professor? Snape or McGonagall maybe? would he be expelled for repulsive behavior? or would he just be laughed at by all her friends?

a painful minute of silence rushed through the room, ended only by a sharp cry of laughter. she was laughing! neville didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing but he soon joined in and began chuckling himself.

“oh my god,” y/n started. “i can’t breathe! i cant, i cant,”

after a good four or five minutes y/n finally looked up from her laughing position and looked at her boyfriend. “that’s normal, nev,” she said.

“what?” neville squeezed out.

“to have dreams like that, it’s normal. i’d be concerned if you didn’t have those dreams,”

neville was very confused to say the least. his thoughts were gross… and here she was saying it’s okay.

“and like,” neville started, “every time we like, kiss and stuff, i get a- erm..”

“a what, love?”

neville vaguely gestured to his crotch, hoping she’d get what he meant.

“ohhhhhh. yeah… that’s normal too i think,”she said. neville was relieved to say the least.

it was nearing dinner time, and y/n had promised to sit with hermione and ginny during the meal. she pecked neville on the cheek and started towards the door. she was almost out when she heard a soft voice call out to her.

“y/n?”

“yeah, baby?”

“could you… maybe stay?”

#harry potter #neville longbottom #neville longbottom x reader #neville longbottom fluff #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #neville longbottom fic #neville longbottom imagine #writing #neville longbottom smut

[sheloveshp]

„All talk“- ron w.

warnings: little smut// virgin!ron// fluff at the end

confronting shy little ron „all talk“ weasly after he has been crushing and flirting on you for a while

masterlist

“Where did your confidence go Ron?” You whispered into his ear. You’ve had enough of him and his remarks about your body (or rather how, saying them is the most he does to you.)Today all of this shall end.

You were up for yet another Study Session in his dorm. Ron Weasley has gotten much more suggestive even in front of the others students. Gladly for the both of you it didn’t bother you. What bothered you was that he wasn’t shy to talk about how good your tits looked while he was playing quidditch and that, that was the reason for Gryffindor’s loss, while being seated next to all the other gryffindors . Yet whenever you came suggestively close to him, his whole body shut down and he suddenly remembered to “feed his old ass hamster” or rat or whatever it was and left.

“All those remarks when i visited you at training about how good my ass looked in those black shorts” Your fingers played around sliding them up and down his chest while you talk.

„All that undressing me with your eyes in class and at parties and now you won’t even look into my eyes ronnie?“ you stopped. Now looking directly into his eyes. His cheeks being as red as his hair and heart beating out of his chest.

Yeah sure he was in fact, in love with you and throwing these perverted things at your head was much better for him than being vulnerable to you and telling you how he actually feels. He was also scared of dating you. You were the (y/n) (l/n) after all. Gryffindors baddest bitch. Yes, even badder than Hermione. He was scared of what others might say when they find out that you’re dating him out of all people. He was scared of rejection and how he would carry on living his life when you broke his heart by rejecting him. So if being close to you means only being your friend and talking in a not so shy manner to SOMEHOW release his inner feelings for you. He will.

Ron tried his best to keep calm and stay cool. He didn’t want to seem like a weakling infront of you of all people, but then again. It’s you he is talking to and you who has him pushed onto the wall of his dorm room.

Fucking you would be a great thing too tho <3.

Trying to fabricate even one

string of words he completely failed and just gulped really loudly.

„I want you and I know you want me but I‘m getting tired ron.“

lies.

You loved the thrill you get when you think about him. thinking about what he would do to you once he would finally let go of whatever is holding him back and fuck you.

At first you hated to admit it but you thought about him every day. The way his hair shines when the sun hits it. The way he is always eating. The way he will be the last one on the Hogwarts Express to make sure everyone got in safely.

The way he would bend you over his desk at this very desk you’re standing next to in his room and fuck you straight is also a nice thought. <3

„Tired of you not doing shit about it.”

“talk. talk. talk.” slightly hit his chest with your pointed finger.

oh how you would’ve loved to leave a kiss on every part of his body and rip his clothes of his body right now but sadly your pride didn’t let you. The pride that is hanging onto a string threatening to rip every time you look up into his eyes and see him looking at you so shy.

„Tell me you want me Ronnie“ you whisper into his ears cupping his cheek with your left hand while the other remained rubbing circles on his chest. „I want you“ he finally breathed out. He knew that he wanted you. so. so bad. It’s the way he twitched whenever he saw you talking to anyone that he doesn’t trust. It’s the way all of his synapses came to a stop last Friday when, you opened your dorm room to study with him, only for him to find you in your short biker shorts and a white shirt with no bra on. Obviously, he had to retake the exam.

„You’re all talk.“ you looked at him now

His patience finally ripped and he kissed you so passionately as if he was waiting a lifetime for it.

When the kiss came to a halt he didn’t want to yet and followed your lips with his. You both looked at eachother. breathing HEAVILY. “That was-“ you cut him off before you jump into his strong arms and kiss him again and again.

Trying to locate his bed he bumped into serveal things he finally found it and threw you onto it.

“Now we’re talking.” You whisper against his lips trying to cool the situation a bit. It will be his first time after all.

Ron kept kissing and kissing and kissing you just to make sure it wasn’t one of his wet dreams again.

Stoping for a moment you grab your wand of the bedside stand and put a spell on this room to muffle the room and lock it.

“Muffelatto e chiudare.” Ron noticed these spells and immediately knew now that you were here on business. Now back to making out, your hips moved a lot on his crotch area forcing him to buckle his hips to get some sort of action going on down there.

You would’ve loved to ride him straight but you also wanted this to last longer so you decided to take the lead. With longer you mean several weeks of teasing him like he did to you and only giving him little after little taste of you.

Turning around to straddle him now you left a few hot kisses on his jaw and neck before you went lower. way lower.

Unbuckling his belt Ron looked down on you seeing you with his sex in your hands he internally freaked out.

“Relax, Baby.” You coo, noticing his nervousness. You start pumping slowly after you noticed him calm down a little because what will come after this might send him into cardiac arrest. Dropping the word “baby” on him hit him like a truck, even more than you pumping your hand up and down his already hardened cock.

It was his first time and yet again…he was shy but you wanted to hear him moan your name and whimper so bad.

“You can make noises, baby. No one will hear you but me.” And with that he let loose. Whimpering, Moans, all of it rushed out his mouth immediate like he has been holding it back for years.

“Y/n” he said as he covered his eyes with his hands to keep himself from coming to fast. Otherwise he would make a complete fool of himself. You though… You knew exactly what would get him rilled up.

Finally, you take him inside your mouth. Ron removes his hand at the speed of light to see you and shrieked. That was it. You had him and this moment shall forever be engraved in his mind, for as long as he lives.

His cum tasted like cola cherry for some reason. You didn’t like cola whatsoever but this was nice so you took his whole load into your throat and swallowed.

Ron immediately fell back after he has been keeping himself up to watch this all unfold. He was shook to his core.

“You can eat that????” Ron being Ron, that was the first thing he asked you after having his blowie v-card being taken.

“Yes, Ron.” You wait in anticipation for anything else for him to say. As you lay down next to him.

“You are so amazing y/n.” He finally breathes out while searching for what to say in your eyes. “You weren’t so bad yourself, Darling.” There it goes again. Making him all dizzy with you loving words. Although it wasn’t much he was already gone.

“Wait! What about you? What should I do for you?” Honestly he felt kind of bad that you didn’t get what you wanted. Also he didn’t get to feel that bad cuz he was still on his orgasm high.

“Next time, Ronnie.” You say kissing his cheek and the other side. Finally, you had what was yours and what you desired the most. You are never going to let him go.

It has been a tough week at Hogwarts so both of you became really tired, really fast and dozed off.

For once in his life Ron was the first to wake up. Realizing that this scene isn’t a dream and you were still on him, sleeping like an angel, Ron chuckled to himself.

If he wasn’t still in another universe mentally trying to process what happened last night, he would be worried. Worried about wether this all is a friends with benefits kind of thing or something serious?? But the way you were holding him and laying on him chest on chest, heart on heart. He knew that this might be serious and he couldn’t wait for the day where this would become his day to day life. Waking up to the love of his life.

#hp x reader #ron weasley x reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter #harry potter universe #Ron #ron x reader #weasly x reader #hp headcanon #weasley family #ron weasly imagine #ron wealsey x y/n