fic post!
oh yay! wizard_love just did their reveal, and I can now giggle and snerk all I want over my third and final Valentine's Day fic. This was short and probably one of the smuttiest things I've ever written, but it was incredibly fun and I'm really pleased with it. (Yes. That means that I wrote H/D, R/D and Hr/D all in the same month. w000t! Golden trio trifecta! Also hereby sort of fulfilling some goofiness I said way back in 2004 on my original master fic list about Draco/trio being a fic waiting to happen. :P) Let me know what you think!
Title: The Tale of the Pureblood Princess
Author: corvidae9
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 1543
Warnings: light bondage. top!hermione. Upended ship cliches? :D
Pairings: Draco/Hermione
Summary: Hermione has a bedtime story that Draco loves to hear.
Author's Note: Written for kabale in the wizard_love 2006 exchange.
"Tell me the story again, Granger."
"Which one, Malfoy? The one where you rule the world with an iron fist and keep pretty girls and boys on leashes?"
"No. The other one. The one that makes me like you better."
Hermione snorted and shoved his hand away. "That should bother me, I know."
"But it doesn't, does it, pet?" came Draco's lazy drawl, his hand creeping right back to the fullness of her bare breast.
Turning her face to his shoulder, Hermione smiled, "No. It really doesn't, darling. " She planted her hands firmly on his sides, dragging her nails up and along his ribcage as she slung her leg over his hips to straddle him. Biting and kissing a trail along his neck, she stretched up to pin his hands over his head, murmuring the charm to activate the restraints. Smirking as the engraved vines detached themselves from the headboard and wrapped twice around his wrists before pulling taut, Hermione added smugly, "and here's why..."
Draco hissed and arched into her as the vines took hold. "The story, Granger."
Hermione slapped him lightning quick, though not as hard as she could have. "Shh. Don't interrupt."
Looking ridiculously pleased, shoulders relaxing into the pillows, Draco sneered up at her, "Sorry. Please - continue."
Eyes narrow, Hermione ran her hands along the insides of his arms, fingers lingering on taut muscle and toned flesh, nails digging in a little as they made contact with his shoulder. She took a deep breath and began her tale in earnest, rocking her hips against his for emphasis. "Once upon a time, there was a powerful witch queen whose beauty was paralleled only by her intelligence and common sense. Her suitors were many, but her first and truest love was her library."
Hermione's hands hadn't stopped - in fact, they made their way up and into his hair as she lowered her mouth to his and kissed him hard. Open-mouthed, but teasing, she released his mouth to continue her story, though Draco strained up for another.
Setting her index finger against his lip, her voice remained calm even as he drew it into his mouth. "Where was I? Oh yes. The Witch queen. She had many suitors, but no wish to share her throne. And so..." Hand creeping down to his chest, pinching and rolling his nipples --first one then the other-- until they peaked and he groaned. "...so when a young courtier of noble birth caught her eye, she was careful to not fall in love with him and instead took him as her concubine--"
Draco knew he wasn't supposed to interrupt, which actually, was most of the reason that he did. "Queens can't have concubines."
Digging her nails in, Hermione lowered her mouth to the pale column of his throat, setting her teeth against the cords of his neck, "Queens can do whatever they bloody well please, Malfoy, pay attention." She bit down and sucked once, viciously and was rewarded by an especially loud moan as he arched up into her. Speaking even as she licked the fresh bite, Hermione grinned, "Yes, and she bedded him so well and with such abandon, she soon grew heavy with child--"
"Who says 'heavy with ch-- child' anymore anyway?" Draco managed, though his hips were now thrusting reflexively upward, straining for contact; her body hovering over him maddeningly just out of reach.
Hermione sucked a small patch of skin between her teeth and tugged at it when he interrupted again. "I do. Shut up. So she sent the courtier away by appointing him Ambassador to Zimbabwe and he was never heard from again." To distract him from bemoaning predictably the courtier's fate, she finally flicked her thumb over the head of his cock just barely; just enough to elicit a frustrated hiss.
"Shh. The queen proclaimed the pink, squalling princess to be heir to the throne and handed her off to a wet nurse and a squad of nannies and tutors. The courtier's family was displeased however, and his mother, hateful bint that she was, cursed the princess to die if she ever took the throne, stupidly making this fact public."
The entire time she spoke, she slid further down his body, trailing kisses and bites, lingering on his collarbone; his chest; the firm, supple flesh of his stomach, smile growing more feral even as he grew more desperate. Fingers digging into his thighs, she stroked upward and around to take hold of his arse.
"The queen did the only reasonable thing she could and sent the nannies and tutors off secretly to start an exclusive nursery and later grammar school with the princess in tow and in disguise, thinking to find a way to counteract the curse while she was gone." With that, her tongue darted out to taste him, swirling around the head of his cock while she held him in place as best she could, licking along the underside of his entire length and back. Smirking, her eyes on him as he muttered and swore, she pressed a playful kiss with just the slightest bit of teeth at the end of yet another upstroke with her tongue.
Incoherent, Draco mumbled something breathless that sounded like, "...grangerfuckohgod," tugging hard enough at his binds that the headboard thumped back against the wall as it yanked him back. Hermione was entirely pleased.
"Sadly, the queen's reign was ended ignobly by an assassin, and the princess was in the end raised by her Muggle caretakers who'd come to think of her as their own..."
Her mouth gone missing from where he'd half-hoped she'd never remove it again, Draco's eyes popped open in time to see her slowly crawling -no- stalking back up along his body. A predatory cat slung low this time, Hermione deliberately stopped to rub his cock between her breasts, gratified by the resulting raw whimper low in Draco's throat. She continued inexorably closer, her mouth crushing against his again, licking his lips to gain entrance even as she slid down onto his erection with no further preamble.
Draco thrust his hips upward, and it was her turn to moan, but she did nothing to help-- her story wasn't quite done.
Finally breaking the kiss with a last nip to his lower lip, Hermione sat up straighter with the tiniest of whimpers as she took him ever deeper. "...And the Pureblood princess lived as a Muggle until..." here she faltered as he managed a grin at her. Damn it all - he could see that she needed this as much as he did, but no matter; she was still in control. With a rock of her hips calculated to wipe that smirk off of his face, Hermione's hand moved from his chest to his mouth, sharply inhaling as he licked at her two extended fingers. "...until she received an invitation to --ohchrist-- to a Wizarding academy of the-- of the highest caliber."
Hermione slid the hand back down his chest, nails of the three other fingers raking a path roughly from his heart to where she sat, pressing her two wet fingers to circle her clit as she rocked again in earnest. Satisfied as Draco's eyes rolled back into his head with a grunt, his head lolling against his arm, she let her own eyes fall shut and bit her lip, rocking and circling; circling and shifting as he planted his feet and thrust upward to meet her rhythm, several times hard enough that her knees left the mattress.
"...Nngh. Her- her name - wazzername?" Draco panted, not bothering to enunciate or even open his eyes, his fingers clenching and grasping at empty air.
So close; so close; Hermione gasped out, "Hermione," her toes curling as she leaned further back against his bent knees. Bearing down harder with each bounce, her fingers worked furiously at just the right spot until her body tensed and snapped, eyes fluttering open but seeing only stars as she came apart.
Moaning low in her throat, she fell forward onto Draco, shuddering as she pulled her hand away and used it to prop herself on his chest with a loud whimper-sigh as she ground down again. Draco's hips pumped erratically, bucking again and again until he came deep within her; echoing her name in what sounded almost like a strangled sob. "Oh god. Hermione."
The vines loosened as she lowered herself onto his chest, panting and still shaking, listening to his heart beat wildly through his bone and sinew and skin. Quietly, she murmured with her lips pressed firmly to his pulse, "Mmmmm. Draco."
Draco wrapped his arms around her, suppressing a groan and a shiver as she shifted up, his cock slipping from her body all too soon. He moved to kiss her temple; her cheek and jaw as they came within reach; finally her mouth; warm and soft and open, his hand tangling deep in her hair.
Finally pulling away, he cocked an eyebrow at her. "You're practically purring, princess. Did you know?"
With a soft laugh, Hermione slid carefully off of Draco and curled into his side. Her leg was still wrapped around his, encouraging him to turn to face her, though he needed no encouragement. She nuzzled into his neck, smiling as he began kissing lazily her fingertips, palm and wrist.
Matching his wry tone as best she could, she grinned, "Am I, pet? I hadn't noticed."
Title: The Tale of the Pureblood Princess
Author: corvidae9
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 1543
Warnings: light bondage. top!hermione. Upended ship cliches? :D
Pairings: Draco/Hermione
Summary: Hermione has a bedtime story that Draco loves to hear.
Author's Note: Written for kabale in the wizard_love 2006 exchange.
"Tell me the story again, Granger."
"Which one, Malfoy? The one where you rule the world with an iron fist and keep pretty girls and boys on leashes?"
"No. The other one. The one that makes me like you better."
Hermione snorted and shoved his hand away. "That should bother me, I know."
"But it doesn't, does it, pet?" came Draco's lazy drawl, his hand creeping right back to the fullness of her bare breast.
Turning her face to his shoulder, Hermione smiled, "No. It really doesn't, darling. " She planted her hands firmly on his sides, dragging her nails up and along his ribcage as she slung her leg over his hips to straddle him. Biting and kissing a trail along his neck, she stretched up to pin his hands over his head, murmuring the charm to activate the restraints. Smirking as the engraved vines detached themselves from the headboard and wrapped twice around his wrists before pulling taut, Hermione added smugly, "and here's why..."
Draco hissed and arched into her as the vines took hold. "The story, Granger."
Hermione slapped him lightning quick, though not as hard as she could have. "Shh. Don't interrupt."
Looking ridiculously pleased, shoulders relaxing into the pillows, Draco sneered up at her, "Sorry. Please - continue."
Eyes narrow, Hermione ran her hands along the insides of his arms, fingers lingering on taut muscle and toned flesh, nails digging in a little as they made contact with his shoulder. She took a deep breath and began her tale in earnest, rocking her hips against his for emphasis. "Once upon a time, there was a powerful witch queen whose beauty was paralleled only by her intelligence and common sense. Her suitors were many, but her first and truest love was her library."
Hermione's hands hadn't stopped - in fact, they made their way up and into his hair as she lowered her mouth to his and kissed him hard. Open-mouthed, but teasing, she released his mouth to continue her story, though Draco strained up for another.
Setting her index finger against his lip, her voice remained calm even as he drew it into his mouth. "Where was I? Oh yes. The Witch queen. She had many suitors, but no wish to share her throne. And so..." Hand creeping down to his chest, pinching and rolling his nipples --first one then the other-- until they peaked and he groaned. "...so when a young courtier of noble birth caught her eye, she was careful to not fall in love with him and instead took him as her concubine--"
Draco knew he wasn't supposed to interrupt, which actually, was most of the reason that he did. "Queens can't have concubines."
Digging her nails in, Hermione lowered her mouth to the pale column of his throat, setting her teeth against the cords of his neck, "Queens can do whatever they bloody well please, Malfoy, pay attention." She bit down and sucked once, viciously and was rewarded by an especially loud moan as he arched up into her. Speaking even as she licked the fresh bite, Hermione grinned, "Yes, and she bedded him so well and with such abandon, she soon grew heavy with child--"
"Who says 'heavy with ch-- child' anymore anyway?" Draco managed, though his hips were now thrusting reflexively upward, straining for contact; her body hovering over him maddeningly just out of reach.
Hermione sucked a small patch of skin between her teeth and tugged at it when he interrupted again. "I do. Shut up. So she sent the courtier away by appointing him Ambassador to Zimbabwe and he was never heard from again." To distract him from bemoaning predictably the courtier's fate, she finally flicked her thumb over the head of his cock just barely; just enough to elicit a frustrated hiss.
"Shh. The queen proclaimed the pink, squalling princess to be heir to the throne and handed her off to a wet nurse and a squad of nannies and tutors. The courtier's family was displeased however, and his mother, hateful bint that she was, cursed the princess to die if she ever took the throne, stupidly making this fact public."
The entire time she spoke, she slid further down his body, trailing kisses and bites, lingering on his collarbone; his chest; the firm, supple flesh of his stomach, smile growing more feral even as he grew more desperate. Fingers digging into his thighs, she stroked upward and around to take hold of his arse.
"The queen did the only reasonable thing she could and sent the nannies and tutors off secretly to start an exclusive nursery and later grammar school with the princess in tow and in disguise, thinking to find a way to counteract the curse while she was gone." With that, her tongue darted out to taste him, swirling around the head of his cock while she held him in place as best she could, licking along the underside of his entire length and back. Smirking, her eyes on him as he muttered and swore, she pressed a playful kiss with just the slightest bit of teeth at the end of yet another upstroke with her tongue.
Incoherent, Draco mumbled something breathless that sounded like, "...grangerfuckohgod," tugging hard enough at his binds that the headboard thumped back against the wall as it yanked him back. Hermione was entirely pleased.
"Sadly, the queen's reign was ended ignobly by an assassin, and the princess was in the end raised by her Muggle caretakers who'd come to think of her as their own..."
Her mouth gone missing from where he'd half-hoped she'd never remove it again, Draco's eyes popped open in time to see her slowly crawling -no- stalking back up along his body. A predatory cat slung low this time, Hermione deliberately stopped to rub his cock between her breasts, gratified by the resulting raw whimper low in Draco's throat. She continued inexorably closer, her mouth crushing against his again, licking his lips to gain entrance even as she slid down onto his erection with no further preamble.
Draco thrust his hips upward, and it was her turn to moan, but she did nothing to help-- her story wasn't quite done.
Finally breaking the kiss with a last nip to his lower lip, Hermione sat up straighter with the tiniest of whimpers as she took him ever deeper. "...And the Pureblood princess lived as a Muggle until..." here she faltered as he managed a grin at her. Damn it all - he could see that she needed this as much as he did, but no matter; she was still in control. With a rock of her hips calculated to wipe that smirk off of his face, Hermione's hand moved from his chest to his mouth, sharply inhaling as he licked at her two extended fingers. "...until she received an invitation to --ohchrist-- to a Wizarding academy of the-- of the highest caliber."
Hermione slid the hand back down his chest, nails of the three other fingers raking a path roughly from his heart to where she sat, pressing her two wet fingers to circle her clit as she rocked again in earnest. Satisfied as Draco's eyes rolled back into his head with a grunt, his head lolling against his arm, she let her own eyes fall shut and bit her lip, rocking and circling; circling and shifting as he planted his feet and thrust upward to meet her rhythm, several times hard enough that her knees left the mattress.
"...Nngh. Her- her name - wazzername?" Draco panted, not bothering to enunciate or even open his eyes, his fingers clenching and grasping at empty air.
So close; so close; Hermione gasped out, "Hermione," her toes curling as she leaned further back against his bent knees. Bearing down harder with each bounce, her fingers worked furiously at just the right spot until her body tensed and snapped, eyes fluttering open but seeing only stars as she came apart.
Moaning low in her throat, she fell forward onto Draco, shuddering as she pulled her hand away and used it to prop herself on his chest with a loud whimper-sigh as she ground down again. Draco's hips pumped erratically, bucking again and again until he came deep within her; echoing her name in what sounded almost like a strangled sob. "Oh god. Hermione."
The vines loosened as she lowered herself onto his chest, panting and still shaking, listening to his heart beat wildly through his bone and sinew and skin. Quietly, she murmured with her lips pressed firmly to his pulse, "Mmmmm. Draco."
Draco wrapped his arms around her, suppressing a groan and a shiver as she shifted up, his cock slipping from her body all too soon. He moved to kiss her temple; her cheek and jaw as they came within reach; finally her mouth; warm and soft and open, his hand tangling deep in her hair.
Finally pulling away, he cocked an eyebrow at her. "You're practically purring, princess. Did you know?"
With a soft laugh, Hermione slid carefully off of Draco and curled into his side. Her leg was still wrapped around his, encouraging him to turn to face her, though he needed no encouragement. She nuzzled into his neck, smiling as he began kissing lazily her fingertips, palm and wrist.
Matching his wry tone as best she could, she grinned, "Am I, pet? I hadn't noticed."