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sailtomarina · 3 months

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You don’t have to pretend

cw: SMUT

Frustration bubbled up from within, threatening to choke her where she lay against the softest sheets she’d ever had the indignity of touching.

Hermione hadn’t exactly planned on her afternoon turning out this way. Nothing could have prepared her for the reality of sprawling naked across Draco Malfoy’s four-poster, the wizard himself kneeling between her thighs.

It felt good at the start.

He’d worked her up in a remarkably short time, hands and mouth working separately and together like they had minds of their own that knew exactly how to push and pull Hermione into maddening want. It wasn’t long before she, too, tugged at the fabric of his shirt. When he was finally bare before her, she stared, not caring that it might make her look a fool.

It was big.

Bigger than she’d expected; bigger than she’d experienced. It hung heavy, looking almost painful in the way it bobbed free from the confines of his pants. The head flushed an almost angry pink, not too dissimilar from his cheeks in the winter cold. Prominent veins lined the thick shaft, running almost the full length from base to tip.

Without a word, he’d stepped back into her, taking her hand and gently guiding it towards him and wrapping her fingers skin to skin. Warmth seeped up her arm, prompting her to squeeze. The resulting groan brought Hermione back to her senses. Malfoy didn’t utter a single complaint when she let go of him; he simply watched as she licked the palm of her hand before grasping him once more and setting a rhythm she’d come to master with lesser rivals.

He’d let her do as she wished, only occasionally guiding her towards his preferences with a soft nudge, a grunt of approval. She’d taken pride at the gasp pulled from him when she took him deep, nose brushing against his short hairs, throat constricting around his cock in perfect facsimile of what she hoped would follow.

When he came, it was after he’d attempted to pull away. She didn’t let him, of course. She’d gripped his hips firmly and moaned long and loud to let him know she wanted him to spill across her tongue, an invitation he did not refuse. He swore first in English, then in fluent French, a pleasant surprise.

He’d been thankful, snogging her almost immediately after without a care in the world about the taste of himself still on her tongue. His hand returned to its place between her thighs, fingers nimble in their exploration of each fold and crevice. She came with a keening cry that he inhaled, then came again when he pressed deep inside and crooked his finger just so.

Two was more than enough. Two was already more than she’d ever had at a time from a hand other than her own.

When he sank down onto his haunches and ran his nose up her inner thigh, she’d tensed up.

It wasn’t that previous partners hadn’t ever exchanged the favour. She just didn’t take particular pleasure from the act. The heat and wetness of it all was nice, but not enough. Hermione also didn’t think any of them had actually enjoyed her taste. She’d sampled herself, obviously. Tangy, slightly sweet, nothing she’d ever crave, so why should they?

Silver eyes glinted up at her, brows quirking in question. Her huff as she widened her legs seemed to amuse him, the puff of air he released cooling her slick skin a surprising effect. Then, he went to work.

She had to admit that he was good. Better than she would have imagined and nearly enough to send her over the edge. She danced along the border, release flitting out of reach whenever she drew close. Or was that him, purposefully keeping her there? He’d bring her close, then back off to pay attention elsewhere. After the third time of ebb and flow, she was frustrated enough to force him into the next phase.

She shuddered, moaned in a rising pitch, then shuddered again. Thighs clamped against his ears, and he was forced to pry them apart. She bucked strong enough to nearly unseat him.

Then he slapped her.

Not on the face, but against the meaty flesh of her inner thigh.

“What the bloody fuck, Malfoy?” She tried to sit up as she spat out the words, but the two fingers that delved into her sent her flat on her back once more in surrender.

“You don’t have to pretend with me, you know.” He sounded…angry?

A third finger stretched her wide in a delicious burn that promised more. The shudder that ran through her was real, this time.

“I-I don’t know what you mean,” she panted out, tossing her curls from left to right. He was so close to where she wanted him, the blunt tips of his fingers brushing against her from the inside.

“Don’t you?”

She could barely hear him, muffled as he was. Then he was rubbing against the inner wall while he sucked her clit, tongue tickling the tip of it in concerted focus. The cliff’s edge reached for her, yanked her off balance, shoved her without forgiveness into open air, where she fell, and fell, unseeing, unable to grab onto anything that might stop her fall. Pleasure wracked her brain, waves of it washing over her like a seizure that continued on as Malfoy worked her through it steadily and without pause. She might have gone straight from one orgasm into another with how long she lost hold of her senses.

When Hermione finally came to, panting as if she’d run a marathon, it was to the sight of a smug grin that stretched across Malfoy’s face where it rested facing her own. His lips looked swollen and shiny with her release, a stark contrast against his otherwise pale skin. She could still feel his fingers massaging soothing circles along her hip bone.

“You,” she cleared her throat, sore for several reasons, “you didn’t have to slap me, you prat.”

“No, but I did, and you seemed to like it.” His grin widened as he rolled atop her, arms bracketing her in so she saw nothing but him. “Maybe I’ll bite you next time you try to fake it.”

She tried to ignore the thrill those words brought her. “See what happens if you do.”

He tilted his head in consideration. She sought out his lips as his face bent downward, but he brushed past to place those very same teeth against the tender skin of her neck. Hermione froze. The barest hint of pressure to her jugular, together with the blunt head of his cock at her entrance, had her as helpless now as she had been earlier. She couldn’t even begin to muffle the moan that forced its way out of her as he pushed forward agonising inch by agonising inch, spearing her in two all while he held her in place with his teeth to her throat, one hand gripping her curls while the other pushed her knee out and flat against the mattress.

He didn’t stop until he was buried fully within her, his balls nestled against her arse and hands flexing where they kept her in place. He pulled his face back just far enough to look at her once more.

“You were saying?”

Damn him, and damn his perfect cock.

The shock that took over his face was worth the sharp blossom of pain to her scalp as she darted forward to bite into his shoulder. Her free leg came up to wrap around his hips, her heel digging into the fleshy skin of his buttocks. Then, she squeezed the inner muscles that sent those aforementioned lesser wizards straight to their early demise. That meant less fun for her, but she took almost as much pleasure from the rush that control always gave her.

Only, Malfoy wasn’t like those other men. Not by a long shot.

He growled, low and threatening, almost like he was a wild beast she’d had the foolishness of goading. He yanked her head back, seemingly not even noticing that doing so had her inadvertently drawing blood as her canines scraped across his skin. Lips slammed against her own, the hand gripping her knee tightening in a way she knew would leave lasting marks. Then, he fucked her. Hard.

She gasped at the force of him, filling her again and again without restraint. If she thought he’d been deep at the start, she stood corrected now. He let go of her hair to press the knee that once wrapped around him but now flapped uselessly to the side with his invasion to the mattress as well, spreading her impossibly wide so he could delve so deep Hermione was certain there’d be permanent evidence of him within her. There’d be no getting rid of him, not now.

Who was she kidding? She wasn’t ever letting him fuck anyone else but her for the forseeable future. He was supposed to be a one-off, a distraction from her earlier irritations. Hermione hadn’t expected anything more than a satisfying shag. She was satisfied, alright. She was so much more than satisfied that this one-off and her handful of orgasms weren’t ever going to be enough.

“What’s the smile for, Granger?” He swivelled his hips in a way that she nearly went cross-eyed. She could tell he was close, the girth of him swelling even larger inside of her.

She brought both hands up to cup his face and tug him close. He obliged with a curious wrinkle on his sweaty brow.

“You’re mine now,” she breathed out into his ear, “Draco.”

A strangled cry fell from his lips as he jerked inside of her, and Hermione found herself joining him in mutual ecstasy as she let go of her own self-restraint. She imagined his release coating every part of her in a wall of white. The image of it, as well as the weight of him as he fell boneless across her, was more than she could bear without hearing it from his own mouth.

She gripped his chin to angle his hazy gaze towards her own. “Say it.”

The cloudiness left, leaving behind piercing grey behind soft lashes. “I’m yours.”

She noised her disapproval as he tried to shift his weight off to the side. “Stay.”

He settled back, his length still inside of her despite his release. She stroked one finger down the crack of his cheeks and felt a telltale twitch, information pocketed for later. Continued petting had him boneless within minutes. Hermione waited until his breath evened out to gently roll them onto their sides where he slipped out of her, his brow wrinkling in adorable discontent as he slumbered on.

Staring at him and the way he slept so peacefully, so defenceless, Hermione thought maybe, just maybe, she was already his, too.

WC 1818

Cross-posted to Tumblr and AO3 (eventually)

Twitter DramionePrompts 1/20/24 prompt “You don’t have to pretend”

It’s been a minute since I last went smutty, so here we are, back in the bedroom with our favourite duo. I started out with a somewhat dominant Draco and then let him go all compliant at the end. Whoops!

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falkendreamsxxx · 23 days

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Writing emotions when you have none.

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kittenshift-17 · 5 months

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dramione hangover breakfast

Hermione grizzled into the arm she'd been using for a pillow, her head splitting and her mouth dry as the desert.

"Noooo," a gruff male voice complained when she stirred, beginning to wriggle out of the arms she'd laid spooned in all night.

"Shhhh," she sighed. "Oh, my head."

"Granger?"

Hermione sat up slowly, rubbing her hands over her face and trying to remember why she'd drowned herself in whiskey and wine to wake up dead like this.

"Just.... quiet, Malfoy," she muttered without looking at the surprised blond on the bed beside her.

"We went home together?" He rasped. "Again?"

"Seems so," she mumbled. "Urgh, I need a shower."

Shuffling across the bed, she rose from it naked and stumbled to the bathroom of his flat, knowing the way well. After all, this wasn't the first time she'd made this particular mistake.

When she felt vaguely more human, Hermione got out and dried off, pausing to brush her teeth before wrapping her hair in a towel and returning to the bedroom still naked. Malfoy was sprawled on the mattress, looking worse for wear, a few love bites littering his neck and chest that she knew she was responsible for.

"Are you staying for breakfast?" He checked while Hermione helped herself to his wardrobe, not about to put last night's ballgown back on in the harsh light of day.

"Yes, please," Hermione murmured.

Draco nodded, rising from the bed too, also naked, she noted with appreciation even if her head was splitting. He dressed quickly before leading her out through his impressive flat and into the kitchen where an elf was already taking care of feeding them.

The first time she'd slept over, she'd taken umbrage with an elf feeding her, but on this, the eleventh time, she hadn't the energy to make a fuss.

"So," he said quietly when they both had cups of tea in hand and a plate of greasy breakfast food before them.

"Must we discuss it every time, Malfoy?" Hermione sighed. "We drink too much and we fuck. And in the morning after it happens, we swear it can never happen again, but it always does. Just accept it."

He eyeballed her in silence after that as they slowly polished off their breakfast.

"Do you have my cream knitted jumper? He asked when the food was almost all gone.

"Possibly."

She did. She wore it around the house whenever she had a bad day and wanted to be cosy because it was the softest thing she owned.

"Can I have it back?" He smirked, quirking an eyebrow.

"No."

He blinked before a soft snort of laughter escaped him.

"Next time we do this, maybe we'll go to your place, and I'll steal back all the clothing you pinch, then," he teased.

"Next time?" She frowned.

"You've just said to accept it keeps happening even when we swear it won't," Malfoy shrugged. "Perhaps we ought to consider letting it happen without needing to get uproariously drunk at work functions before it does?"

Hermione's brow furrowed.

"You're suggesting we... make this a regular thing?"

"I think it's already a regular thing, Granger. What's this, the tenth time we've done this?"

"Eleventh," she corrected.

"Mmm."

They eyed each other speculatively in silence for a long time after that before Hermione sighed and got to her feet. Rounding the table, she thanked the elves for breakfast and wandered to the living room, collecting her shoes and dress on the way.

"Until next time, then?" Malfoy met her by the fireplace, holding a small pot of Floo powder.

"I'll see you at work tomorrow," Hermione nodded.

She huffed in surprise when, before he let her step into the fireplace, he cupped her cheek and guided her mouth to his, kissing her softly.

"Think about my offer," he murmured against her lips when they broke apart.

Hermione nodded, climbing into the fireplace and dropping her powder, whizzing away, knowing she'd do more than think about it and knowing she was probably going to end up marrying the ridiculous man.

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elliebyrrdwrites · 9 days

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Dramione

I've been thinking of a Malfoy that is hot for a MILF Hermione. I imagine him wanting her unlike anything she was ever expecting, especially since she isn't feeling her sexiest.

My husband does this to me. It's incredibly sexy and I think it would make for an amazing, smutty story.

This is an idea that I am putting here in case it ever comes to fruition OR maybe somebody can write this better, and then I will get to read it. Then I may be satiated.

He apologized to her in the middle of Flourish and Blotts.

Wedged in between the tight shelving of the Self-Help section, he found her reading through a book on motherhood.

Draco was stunned into momentary breathlessness.

Hermione Granger was pregnant and her body had rounded in all of the right places.

Her full, thick hair was a vibrant shade of auburn against the glowing skin of her face.

He was propelled toward her, his feet moving numbly as he stared and stared at her, resplendent in all of her beauty against the dull light of magical candle light.

He had begged for her forgiveness then and she had forgiven him.

With gentle eyes and a soft bosom, she wrapped her arms around him.

They parted ways and that night, he dreamt of her, naked inside of his bed.

But he never touched her. Not until they had both had children with others.

Not until their marriages had fallen apart, did he find the courage to feel her.

The soft, maternal skin that was like velvet against the rough pads of his fingers.

He kissed her on the mouth, on the neck and the soft spot behind her knee.

The skin of her breasts were soft and she whimpered when his tongue found her nipple. He adored the soft stomach that she complained about after giving birth twice.

He laved at her navel and begged her to let him just enjoy her body.

To worship it, to please it.

She hummed in harmony as he palmed the flesh of her ass.

He kissed his way across the stretch marks on her thighs, and just below her belly button.

Just before he kissed her between her thighs.

Made love with his mouth and his words and asked her to please tell him that she would be his.

She unraveled beneath him and promised him anything, anything that he wanted.

She begged him to stop, to keep going, to kiss her again.

He kissed her until he couldn’t breathe, sliding into her with an ease that shouldn’t have been.

Because he had once tormented her but, those days were long gone.

She was gorgeous and he had dreamed about her and her soft body.

Writhing beneath him, cooing words of praise into her ear as he fell deeper into her.

She let him, because she had secretly adored him after that day amongst all those books.

The memory of his mouth near her cheek when they hugged, when they let go of the past?

It lingered in the back of her mind, accepting him as a friend but secretly wanting him as a lover.

As something more.

Someone who would never stop telling her just how beautiful she was.

Or how much she drove him crazy with desire and the kind of love one thinks is nonexistent until they stumble upon it.

Build on it. Embrace it.

And so they did.

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sexualtensiongrowing21 · 22 days

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I promise you I didn’t do it

Draco Malfoy x OC

TW: None

Word count: 368

“Tessa!” Draco's voice booms from behind me as I read from my potions book. Taking my time before turning to him, I finish the paragraph I'm reading, place my book mark and set the book down before looking over at the blonde haired Slytherin boy. Or, at least, used to be blonde haired Slytherin boy.

His face is reddened with anger. Almost as red as his hair. One look at the boy and I cannot contain my laughter. He moves to stand in front of me, eyes narrowed, as I cover my mouth in an attempt to stop myself from laughing.

Draco Malfoy's hair is as red as a Wesley. This is by far my favorite day in history.

In between laughs I am able to manage out a snide remark “Is this another feeble attempt to woo the Gryfindore Princess? Because I think this is a tad too much.”

Draco looks at me as if he wants to cast an unforgivable at me. Wand raised and everything as he glares at me. Then it dawns on me that he thinks it was me, my laughter stops slightly.

“Wait, wait!” I plead with my hands in the air. A small smile is still playing on my lips. “I promise you I didn't do this!”

Unconvinced, Draco's stare is steadfast. “Then why are you laughing!?”

Taking another moment to admire the handy work of whoever played this joke on the ‘Slytherin Prince’, my smile widens. “Because whoever did it is a bloody genius and I can’t believe I didn’t think of it first.”

The rational seems to settle with the fiery haired Slytherin as he looks around in defeat and plops down next to me on the couch. Turning to him slightly I try and lighten to mood.

Reaching my arm up to ruffle his hair, I question “So… Is it just the hair on your head they cursed or is it everywhere?” His head whips over to me as he pushes me away from him, before mumbling angrily “Everywhere.”

I explode In laughter as he takes the pillow from beside me and thumps me in the head with it. “Just help me figure out how to reverse this!”

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bloodpatternblue · 1 month

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Help me 🙌 I need some inspiration to get through a chapter I'm stuck on.

Please give me a fic title, then a ship(from below), and I'll write a mini-fic 💙

Kacchako, Vegebul, Dramione, Zorobin, Sasuhina, Chilumi, or Future timeline BulmaxGohan

1st Mini Fic

'Room with a View - Vegebul

2nd Mini Fic Primary and Secondary - Kacchako

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theunknownofficial · 3 days

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Yay! I hit 50 Kudos on my Dramione zombie fic! Thanks everyone! 😊

❤️💙💜♥️💗💛🖤💖💚🧡💝🤎🤍🩵

Summary: In a world overrun by the walking undead, Hermione has enough to worry about. Add on a secret pregnancy and the baby daddy fighting away from home? Yeah, she's pretty stressed. Luckily she has Ginny to lean on. Until the fighting comes right to Hogwart's front door. Then all hell breaks loose.

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anxious-m3ss · 9 days

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@microficmay day 1: Create

Yarn over. Insert hook. Pull up a loop. Yarn over. Pull through, and repeat.

Hermione let the repetitive motion of her hands quiet her mind. She could have easily transformed the pine green merino wool into anything, but creating something painstakingly, stitch by stitch carried its own kind of magic.

#yall it is really effing difficult to write anything meaningful in 50 words!!!#microfic may 2024 #prompt: create #microficmay2024 #m3ss writes fanfiction #dramione #hermione granger #microfic #harry potter microfic

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viridianphile · 1 year

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7th yr., dramione, fluff, rivals, down bad Draco

Draco just wants to sleep in his quarters, skip his classes and dream and dream and dream.

He hates seeing his classmates, hates their mindless talk about who fancies who, and most of all hates having to see her in flesh.

As she shoots up a know-it-all hand, starts parting her plump lips to answer, her annoying voice reverberating around his skull, he might as well combust on the spot.

Especially if he has to deal with his problem. This particular problem, he figured, the only way to solve it is to sleep it all away.

Which he did, but to make matters worse, he sees her in his dreams, EVERY. SINGLE. FUCKING. TIME.

And things always end up the turn for the worse. Always the worse (for lack of better word). He gets to wake up with the lingering thought of her in his newly minted state of wakefulness and a raging hard-on.

It is a problem, yes indeed.

Which begs the question, why does Draco Lucius Malfoy want to sleep and sleep and sleep?

It is obvious really, he’s definitely infatuated with her, his subconscious unconsciously dreaming of her.

But quite literally, in vulgarized fashion; Draco Lucius Malfoy lusts for Hermione Jean Granger.

And he doesn’t want to admit it yet.

“Draco, fuck you, wake up,”

He groans in his sleep.

Theo slapped the supple cheek of his bare arse “Look at that fucking kinky arse! I bet you fell asleep touching yourself all day thinking of Granger. Is that why you didn’t go to class yesterday?”

Draco immediately springs up, head still groggy and confused. Theo mussed his already messy bed hair, “I understand mate, the snakes understand,” he tuts compassionately.

“Understand wha—?” Malfoy blinks, until everything dawned upon him.

“What the fuck are you doing here Not?!”

Theo raises his palms up defensively.

“Uh—your girl’s waiting for you, and I being your faithful wingman came to pick you up and tell her your undying love,” he then places a diplomatic hand over his heart solemnly.

“My girl? Which girl? What girl?” Draco aka “completely lost” Malfoy throws the dark haired boy a skeptical look,”Last time I checked I was single with an idiot henchman for a best friend”

“Merlin to Draco, it’s Granger, the love of your life? She literally confessed her love for you in front of the whole class under the influence of a veritaserum”

“You’ve got to be kidding”

“No. You missed the chance to witness the legendary confession of the swot to her equally swotty rival”

Malfoy must be dreaming, that couldn’t be real. Theo can’t be real, this must be another dream. Granger’s involved, *again*, so it has to be, right?

He was lost for words, staring into space. Until he slapped himself to reality.

*Holy shit that hurt*

“So then what?” excitement assaults his nerves but apprehension devoured the rest of it.

“Then fly away my little butterfly, spread your wings and chase for the nectar of your dreams! Go before she changes her mind!”Theo spreads his arms dramatically, he has the spunk for theater.

Draco hurriedly gathers himself to leave but reaches back towards his henchman, “Wait, fuck, give me your pants.”

Oh right, he forgot.

Draco swiftly accio’d Theo’s pants and quickly fastened himself to decency. Theo merely let him and pats a proud father’s hand on Draco.

“Go my little soldier, this is your war—“before Theo finishes, Draco already left the chambers to chase for Granger, his dearest rival and apparently…the love of his life?

***

“Granger!”

“Malfoy?”

Granger stops in her tracks while Draco collects himself until he’s back in proper circulation.

One huge gulp of air and he’s back on his knees, a look on Granger and he’s a pathetic flustering idiot. But backing down isn’t an option and so…

“You…you fractured me to my undoing. My soul cripples at the mere thought of you. You make me lose my mind, the greatest tragedy of mine. Granger…I think I might be also in love with you…”

Hermione blinked, eyes wide. What did she just hear? If this what they call…a confession?

But seriously, from Malfoy? Her rival? The bane of her existence? The annoying fly who pests her academic endeavors, everywhere she goes?

But a pretty handsome fly too though…

An unexpected blush creeps up to her cheeks, and wait a minute…what’s with this sudden burst of emotion? Why is he looking at her like he’s about to beg on his knees for her?

He’s absurd. His unnecessarily poetic monologue’s absurd…too sudden. And are those Theo’s dress pants he’s wearing?

“Malfoy…what…I…are you serious?”

This Hermione, the brightest witch of her age, suddenly lacked the sense to speak.

Draco stops, his heart taking a sudden lurch.

“But..Theo..”

Hermione’s pulse flutters.

“What about Theo, hmm?”

He just realized.

“I’m gonna kill that fucking bastard”

That jerk tricked him.

And surprisingly it worked.

(End)

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sincerelyamortus · 9 months

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Dramione Prompt

“ You don't understand, okay?! When I call you all those names, I don't mean anything bad about it, it's words that are filled with envy and jealousy, not mockery or annoyance. You're the brightest witch of our age, how can I hate you when you're you, when you're that brilliant. You may be anxious or conscious when you're here but you've got something besides brilliance that every pureblood yearns for, l- Hermione. ”

He exhales a deep breath as he slicks back his hair, his neck tie loose at this point as his vision of the background blurring only focusing on the girl in front of him.

One. Two. Three, he continues,

“ A-at least you've experienced love. Your parents loved you, cared for you and adored you. That's much more that any of us have got. You've got parents that loved you, friends that truly cared for you and i bet the person that will love you passionately and completely will do that a thousand more. You're brilliant and amazing, and not even you being a muggleborn can change that. You're going to change the world and i will be here watching. ”

— basically a down bad draco losing his mind over hermione.

- photo not mine.

#harry potter #dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #draco x hermione #prompts #my prompts #reading #romantic #tragic #my writing #poetic #fanfiction

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draqo-pctter · 1 year

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we’re on a break a dramione microfic/ words 709 tags: they were on a “break”, hermione saves draco from himself at the bar, not quite fluff, not quite angst prompt taken from dramioneprompts on twitter

Draco drummed his hands on the bar top as he scanned the room, looking for the least atrocious way to pass the evening. He was surrounded on all sides by redheads and blondes, all of their hair too straight or too contained to catch his attention for longer than a moment.

“Here you are,” said the bartender as he set a glass of firewhiskey on ice down on a napkin. “That’ll be-“

Draco slid two galleons across the table to the bartender whose eyes widened in shock.

“Keep the change.”

The bartender took the change and smiled.

“Next round is on the house.”

That was how every night that week had gone for Draco. Finding a new pub – this one called The Three Chalices – and searching for a woman who might ease the tightness in his chest even a little bit. Even for a minute.

“Draco.”

He didn’t have to turn around to know who had materialized beside him, her berry-toned lips pressed into a thin line. He took a sip of his drink and scanned the room again, refusing to make eye-contact.

“Hermione.”

She was staring at him with an intensity Draco had so desperately missed. It had been six days since their fight. Six days since the last time he kissed her, or held her, or even got to consider what it would be like to sign the final papers for the London townhome they were supposed to move into. Together. As a couple. Very much in love.

“This is what you’re doing now?” Hermione asked. Draco knew that her eyebrow was raised without looking. He couldn’t look. If he looked, he would collapse at her feet and beg forgiveness for something he hadn’t even done. “Picking up random women in bars on a Thursday night?”

“And Friday through Wednesday,” he said, taking another sip. “We’re on a break, love. I can do what I want.”

Draco could feel her thinking, choosing her next words carefully. A redhead in a tight red dress made eye-contact with him from across the bar. When he winked, she winked back.

“If this is what you want–”

The redhead whispered something in her friend’s ear before turning back to him. Draco could see it in her eyes that he had her. All he had to do was decide that this was the night he’d finally let another set of hands touch him for the first time in three years.

“What I want,” Draco said, finally turning to face Hermione. “Is to be falling asleep back at your flat with you beside me and Crooks at our feet. To wake up tomorrow and look at you and know that my future is something I can look forward to, and enjoy. Not,” he gestured vaguely around the bar, “This.”

Hermione’s eyes were narrowed, her cheeks flushed, and chest rising and falling rapidly. Draco could see every emotion and thought flying across her eyes like headlines in the Daily Prophet. The redhead got out of her seat and Draco watched her approach from the corner of his eye.

She didn’t have eyes as beautiful as Hermione’s. Or shoulders as strong, or lips as soft. Draco knew her voice wouldn’t be as melodic either; most likely, it would sound like nails on a chalkboard, scratching against his brain like every bad decision he’d ever made.

The redhead was beside them now, her hand touching his arm. Draco wanted to explode beneath the pressure of how badly he wanted Hermione to do anything. To say anything.

“Am I interrupting something?” she asked, using that fake sing-song tone women used when they thought it made them sound seductive.

In truth, the only thing seducing Draco was the look of disgust that had crept its way onto Hermione’s face.

“We were just leaving,” Hermione said. She reached for Draco’s glass and finished the double shot in one swift gulp. Then, she grabbed his hand and began to tug him toward the door.

“And where are ‘we’ going?” Draco asked, his heart hammering away in his chest.

“Back to my place,” Hermione said as they stepped out onto the street. Draco couldn’t help but smile to himself as the familiar pull of being apparated tugged at his stomach.

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I don’t regret it

cw: smut, feels

She watched the sliver of light arcing across the bedspread and his white blond hair. The curtains didn’t completely block out the sunlight. Hermione could reach for her wand to spell them shut if she knew where it was; at some point she’d lost it the previous night amidst the frantic fumbling. It was probably somewhere on the floor along with the rest of their clothing.

Even in sleep, he was breathtaking. His face glowed with a translucence that defied the lines of stress he wore when awake. The lips that scowled more than smiled these days were parted as he breathed deeply, pale pink and inviting. She shivered as she recalled the way they’d felt against her own, how they’d glided down her torso and discovered every sensitive point of her body. Silver grey eyes had glinted upward, frequently checking in on her every reaction as he wrung pleasure out of Hermione.

They hadn’t spoken a word since the kiss that started it all. They hadn’t needed to, their bodies communicating what their tongues could not. Draco, yes, “Draco”, not “Malfoy” anymore, seemed to need her more than life itself that night, and Hermione was compelled to respond in kind. She was a volatile potion of emotions just waiting to explode given the chance, and shatter she did in the arms of a young man she’d fallen deeply, passionately, irrevocably for over the course of the past few months.

Like the barely-there kiss, her feelings started small.

No. That wasn’t correct.

Her feelings for Draco had always been large; volatile, really. She’d hated everything he represented, the way he’d treated and looked at her, the years of animosity that they shared. But, she also pitied him. That pity, as threaded through with distrust as it had been, had transformed into begrudging respect.

He’d apologised to her. It hadn’t been overly passionate nor verbose. He’d found her alone and offered his remorse. He’d even go so far as to clearly state that forgiveness was not expected; he didn’t think he deserved it. Then, he’d gone his way and Hermione was left with an inner turmoil that struggled in search of an outlet.

She’d always known he was clever, and now with nothing but his studies to focus on, Draco finally showed what too much pressure and pride had stifled: a hungry mind that took mistakes in stride and used them as stepping stones to higher knowledge. For once, Hermione had a worthy rival.

And now, she was in his bed.

He sighed, then grumbled as the shaft of light hit his eyes. He turned further towards her, hands reaching out to tug her close. She allowed herself to be tucked against his chest, naked skin to naked skin. His heart beat strong and steady beneath her splayed hand. Circe, she loved breathing him in, a combination of body soap, woodsy cologne, and his own masculine scent. Slightly salty, probably from their exertions as he brought her to orgasm not once, not twice, but three times, once with his hands, then with his mouth, and finally on his cock as he folded her nearly in half to press in almost painfully deep. She’d relished the ache then, just as she delighted in the way her muscles smarted even now. They were reminders of their time together. If this turned out to be a one-time thing, then at least she’d always have that.

She sensed the moment he woke up, his steady inhales stuttering and turning into shorter intervals. Perhaps if she kept silent, she could hold on to this moment just a little bit longer. With their legs tangled together and his arms wrapped around her, Hermione could pretend that she was his and he was hers.

She bid her breathing to remain slow and measured. Kept her body relaxed. When his hand drifted down her back to cup one buttcheek, she fought to stay still. Then he tightened his hold and pressed his hips to hers and she felt him, hot and hard and wanting.

She could keep pretending to be asleep, but she wanted him inside of her more. It was time to open her eyes.

When she did so, tilting her head upward in the process, it was to find Draco already looking down at her. Eyes half-lidded, lips parted and descending. She met him part way. Any sour breath they might have had was overpowered by the sweetness of this kiss. It was soft, lingering, his tongue lightly rubbing against her own as he rotated his length against her in an unspoken question to which she arched in acceptance.

He rolled them so hovered above her, limbs caging her in, his soft hair hanging down into his eyes, which closed as he leaned forward to press his forehead to hers.

“Do you regret it?”

The first words since yesterday, and this was what he asked?

She realised that, like her, Draco was just as uncertain about the future. They’d never clearly stated their feelings about one another; they’d just gone with the flow and she’d assumed his heart was more fortified than her own.

“I wouldn’t be here if I did,” she replied. She opened her eyes to stare up at him, willing Draco to see the truth for himself. She wanted to be here, wanted him now and for as long as time allowed.

“Good, because I’m yours now.”

Her heart hammered at the declaration. The tightening of his jaw and his intent stare underlined the statement. She felt overwhelmed, tears of relief and desire threatening to spill. She could only nod, afraid she’d burst into ugly sobs and ruin the moment. That seemed to be enough for him.

He captured her lips, fitting the broad head of his cock to her opening at the same time and slowly pressing forward. It was tight, but she was wet with want and had been almost from the moment she’d woken up. She spread her legs to make more room for him, and he took advantage, thrusting to the hilt and groaning into the kiss as he did so. She felt impossibly full, even though she knew she’d taken him even deeper before. Even if she hadn’t, she could no longer deny him anything.

He brought a hand back down to tilt her hips at just the right angle for his pelvis to grind against her clit with every unrelenting drive of his cock. Along with the slide of his swollen shaft within her throbbing walls and the way his other hand plucked at her nipples, Hermione found herself right back at the precipice of her apogee. It was agonisingly close, yet still she withheld herself from the plummet, wanting him right there alongside her.

Draco picked up on her whining pants. She clawed at his muscled back and shoulders, and still he forged onward, pulling back nearly to the tip only to press right back into her depths, his balls slapping against her arse. Hermione might have blushed at the sound if she had the presence of mind to think of anything outside of him inside of her, but that was as likely as her ever letting go of him. She was beyond embarrassment or reproach.

He sounded pained as he moaned, low and deep, and Hermione could feel the way he thickened within her just before he froze, the tendons of his neck taut as he threw his head back. As the first spurts of his spend spilled into her, she finally let go, crying out her own release that seemed to go on and on as her body milked him of every last drop.

He caught himself on his forearms before falling on top of her, but Hermione wasn’t having any of that. She wrapped her arms around his neck and yanked him down. His weight was a comfort she could never find overbearing.

“Stay?” she murmured. She swept her hands up and down the warm planes of his back, then hugged him to her, holding tight to the shoulders that carried so much. Too much.

He chuckled, the puff of air tickling the crook of her neck where he rested.

“Always.”

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2.25.24 Twitter prompt from DramionePrompts “I don’t regret it”

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