Figured You Out (Prelude to Mistaken)
Title: Figured You Out
Author: jaded_icy_rose
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Alcohol, Sex, Language, One Shot, Song Fic
Summary: Ever wonder what happened that night Draco and Hermione slept together? This is the night that started it all...
Disclaimer: Not mine. Characters go to JKR, Song "Figured You Out" is by Nickelback
A/N: So I caved...I'm in the middle of writing the next chapter to "Mistaken" and I get this idea because I'm adding to the songfic list. So here it is. The night that started it all - beware, there is alcohol use, so if that makes you squimish, I wouldn't suggest reading it.
Enjoy ^_^
P.S. Sorry if I'm spamming any of you!!!
Dedicated to: blue_icy_rose
P.S.S. GREAT song sweetie. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I loved writing it! ^_^ And this is my thanks for always being there to beta for me and being my friend!
I like your pants around your feet
I like the dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favorite damn disease
He knew that he wanted her the second he saw her walk into that bar. Sure, he’d had a few drinks but that hadn’t mattered. All that mattered right now was getting laid and dammit, she was the perfect one. He often wondered what she’d be like in bed, and he’d had plenty of dreams about it. It was interesting, he thought, for seven years they’d gone to school together and for at least four of those years he’d always been interested in the opposite sex.
But none had been as fuckable as her.
He eyed her appreciatively and smirked when her gaze moved towards him. Their eyes connected for only a moment and he laughed as he saw the blush come over her cheeks. Oh, she wanted it alright. It would only take a few moments at the least to convince her to leave with him. After all, who could really refuse Draco Malfoy?
As he walked towards her, he remembered the countless times they had to work together during their seventh year in Potions. It drove him insane that he’d been cleared of any and all charges concerning the death of Dumbledore but yet - he was still being punished by having to work with her. Forget the damn fact that she’d turned into a voluptuous woman that could merely glance at you and make you hard.
His jaw clenched as he remembered the times he’d snuck off to his bed room to dream of her as he stroked himself. Noticing that she’d wandered off to a corner of the bar, he slowly grinned and licked his lips. Tonight, she’d make his fantasy come true and then he’d finally have her out of his system. No more dreams. No more thoughts. After this - he’d be free.
His eyes started staring at her legs. Damn that short black skirt she wore, he swore as he felt his pants tighten. If she wasn’t looking to get fucked tonight then she shouldn’t have been wearing that skirt, or that’s at least what Draco told himself. Her legs went on for miles, and the heels she wore made her as tall as him. The top she wore only made him harder. It was just tight enough to give a man a glance and allow him to put an image together in his head. And the fact that is was low cut only added to the greatness of it.
He saw her order another drink and grinned. Perfect, they’d just be drunk enough to do one another and then forget about it the next morning. Her dark hair had been tamed, finally, and it was long and below her shoulders. He wanted to run his fingers through it, he wanted to tug at it and hear her moan out his name.
“Can I order you another drink?” He whispered behind her, putting his hands at her waist.
He felt her body tense and smirked with satisfaction. When she turned around, her brown eyes wide with shock and nervousness, he raised a brow, “What’s the matter, Hermione? Didn’t want to run into an old school mate?”
Watching her with almost a sick pleasure he watched her eyes as he saw her trying to work things out in her mind. Obviously it was taking longer because of the amount of liquor she had already consumed but it didn’t take Hermione Granger long to figure out anything - no matter how much she had to drink.
“Not at all, Draco,” she replied softly. The slight drop from her normal tone only had Draco wishing her clothes were already off. “What are you doing in Venice?” Raising a brow, he glanced around and laughed.
“Are you kidding me? Venice is the place to come and just disappear. Besides, when you can apparate into any country you want - it’s not difficult to just decide things on a whim.” He traced his finger down her arm, “What brings you here?”
“Same as you,” She said, trying to push his arm off of her. She could feel his eyes on her breasts and all over her body. What didn’t help was that he was looking so hot right now that she just wanted to say screw everything and drag him back to her hotel room and rip off his clothing.
“Come with me,” He demanded. Hermione almost complained and protested but she bit her lip. Why couldn’t she have a good time with a great looking guy? Plus, a guy that knew exactly what to do in the bedroom, so that was a plus and right now she really didn’t care if it was Draco. It wasn’t like she had gotten a good lay in a few months anyway. Hermione glanced at her drink and made a mental note.
No more for you.
She told herself. When she finally looked up towards Draco, she noticed he wasn’t heading towards the door and she frowned. Well dammit; he wasn’t going to fuck her brains out? No fair. As they came to the dance floor, she raised a brow but she didn’t have time to say anything before Draco had pressed his hand into the small of her back and their bodies were melded together.
She felt his hard abs and licked her lips as she looked down at his black shirt. Tilting her head, she actually began to calculate how long it might take her to take that off of him. Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt the touch of the leather pants he wore push between her legs and she straddled his leg.
They were dancing.
But not just any dancing, Dirty Dancing, a smile slowly crossed her face. That had always been one of her favorite movies. She leaned back, her hips pressing against his as she put her drink on a vacant table. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she ran her fingers through his hair. Their eyes met and she saw the storm gathering in his grey eyes and she felt herself getting hot.
She felt him reach up and take a hold of a handful of her hair. When he tugged her head back, she felt herself giving into him and as his mouth nipped at her neck, her body shuddered. As her hands dug into his back, she felt him kiss up along her jaw and nip at her earlobe she moaned softly.
“Want to get out of here?” He growled into her ear as she felt him against her thigh. When she looked at him, she saw that he was straining to keep from taking her to the bathroom and pushing her against a door while he pounded into her. She only had one answer.
“Your place or mine?” She replied. Draco grinned as he licked his lips and glanced around.
“Where are you staying?”
“Dragon’s Inn.” She murmured, causing Draco to laugh slightly as he shook his head. She had to stay at a hotel that was basically named after him - great. As he tried to figure out which was closer, someone ran into him from behind, causing both to fall backwards and be pressed against a wall.
Their lips came inches away from one another’s.
“We’ll go to mine.” He said, staring into her eyes as he reached up and ran his fingers through her hair, “its closer and I want you out of those damn clothes.” His lips crushed hers seconds after the last words left his mouth. She nipped his bottom lip with her teeth and he growled, grabbing her hand and dragging her out of the club.
Hermione felt her body shudder as his arm came around her waist and he pushed her against his body. She wasn’t sure if he was trying to keep all the other men from looking at her or if he was protecting her from the cold wind. Either way, it didn’t really matter.
They rounded the corner and Hermione felt herself being pulled in one direction and suddenly stopping as she was pinned against a wall. His lips were on hers in seconds and she couldn’t help but wrap her arms around him tightly as she moved her hips up, feeling him between his pants and her skirt. God, if only they weren’t wearing clothes.
“How much longer till were there?” She asked as he pulled away.
“We’re here, I just wanted to kiss you again.” Hermione felt her heart flutter a bit as glanced up and saw the name of the Inn he was staying at. Gryffin’s Inn. She almost wanted to laugh but she didn’t as she saw the heat in Draco’s eyes. Taking his hand, she let him take the lead as he took her upstairs.
As they climbed stairs, she found herself admiring the gorgeous body of work that Draco Malfoy actually had. She had known that he was hot in Hogwarts and on the occasion had found herself peeking into the locker room shortly after Quidditch because Draco had the tendency to not wear a shirt as he walked out. Arriving at his door, Hermione bit her lip and grinned as she reached around in front of her and took him into her hand, squeezing him.
She felt how hard he was and the groan that escaped his lips made her wet. She wanted him, she wanted him inside of her and she didn’t want to wait.
Draco growled as he struggled with the lock on the door and it didn’t help when Granger had reached around and put her hand over his, steadying it in order to unlock the door. The second the door was unlocked he pulled her inside and slammed the door with her body as he pinned her against it.
“That wasn’t nice.” He stated, already beginning to pull off her shirt.
“Well you kept me waiting.” She retorted as she began pulling at his, unbuttoning the shirt. With both swore, because neither one could get the other’s shirt off, Hermione ended up ripping his shirt off and pushing it down his shoulders. When his was off, he tore her own off her body and tossed it to the side.
Her nails scratched his chest as he picked her up and her legs wrapped around his waist. Draco carried her to the backroom as her hands traveled to his back, rubbing his shoulders. As one hand caressed his back, her other started trailing down the front of his body. She quickly had the button to his pants undone before he had opened the door to his room. As he laid her back on the bed, she was working on his zipper.
He stopped her, she pouted.
Noticing the evil grin on his face, Hermione felt his hands traveling up her thighs as he ripped her skirt off, with her underwear. Leaving her completely naked to his gaze. He stared at her appreciatively and as she slowly sat up, wrapping her arms around his waist she went to pull his pants down.
He took a hold of her hand, kissing inside of her wrist. Draco leaned back and she saw what he was reaching for, another bottle of liquor. Anything right now, was great. Draco smirked as he took the stopper off the glass bottle and leaned it against her wrist. He poured a bit on her skin and then proceeded to lick it off.
Her body shuddered.
As he dipped his finger inside, he traced it along her stomach and trailed his finger down. She watched him, eyes widening as she discovered his intentions. Kneeling in front of her, Draco watched her face as he spread her legs in front of him and slid his fingers inside of her.
She was so fucking wet it was unbelievable. He wanted to push himself inside of her but this is what he wanted first, he wanted to taste her. As he pulled his fingers out, his tongue replaced them and Hermione’s hips arched up, her hands grabbed handfuls of the bed cover as she moaned out.
He wanted her to scream his name, to make her cry out and never mutter another name in bed but his. His tongue flicked across her clit as a couple of his fingers slid back inside of her. Draco heard her breathing quicken and he grinned as he took pinched her clit with his fingers.
“Draco,” she cried out, making him even harder, though he hadn’t though it possible.
As she climaxed, he saw how she’d bitten into her own lip almost hard enough to drawn blood and she’d begun to massage her own breasts. His pants fell to his feet and he pulled her up. As he lifted her up, he slid inside of her and they moaned together.
He didn’t give a fuck that his pants were around his feet and that he had moved so she was pressed against the wall. She was addicting and he wasn’t getting enough of her. As their thrusts met simultaneously their mouths crashed together as her nails dug into his skin, causing him to bit into her lower lip, drawing a bit of blood.
Her hands drove through his hair as she begged him to continue. He managed to step out of his pants as he held her up, and they crashed on the bed. She straddled him and before he could do much more she slowed her movements down. When he sat up and pressed his hands against her ass taking control of the pace, she giggled.
Noticing that they still had quite of bit of scotch, Hermione leaned back and grabbed the bottle. As she took a big drink, she leaned down and kissed him as she continued to ride him. He took the bottle from her and took a deep swig of it, knowing they’d pay in the morning but feeling how tight she was around him made him forget all that. As they kissed, she grabbed the bottle back. Her hair caressed his face and as she tipped the bottle above them leaning back just a bit, the liquid poured over their bodies.
Draco’s mouth took her breast hostage as he gently tugged her nipple with his teeth, tasting her and scotch. Both felt the shivers crossing over their bodies. As he reached between her legs and flicked her clit with his thumb, she cried out again and as she did, her lips captured his as they came together.
Crashing down on the bed, they both curled up against each other, still kissing here and there. Tasting the alcohol that now coated their bodies. As Draco ran his tongue over her neck, Hermione grinned and glanced towards the bathroom.
“Up for a shower?” She asked, tilting her head as she leaned against her arm, looking down at him.
As he stared up at her, he smirked as he pulled her against him and kissed her hard. She felt him harden against her thigh and she knew immediately that he was up for a shower, and another round.
Author: jaded_icy_rose
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Alcohol, Sex, Language, One Shot, Song Fic
Summary: Ever wonder what happened that night Draco and Hermione slept together? This is the night that started it all...
Disclaimer: Not mine. Characters go to JKR, Song "Figured You Out" is by Nickelback
A/N: So I caved...I'm in the middle of writing the next chapter to "Mistaken" and I get this idea because I'm adding to the songfic list. So here it is. The night that started it all - beware, there is alcohol use, so if that makes you squimish, I wouldn't suggest reading it.
Enjoy ^_^
P.S. Sorry if I'm spamming any of you!!!
Dedicated to: blue_icy_rose
P.S.S. GREAT song sweetie. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I loved writing it! ^_^ And this is my thanks for always being there to beta for me and being my friend!
I like your pants around your feet
I like the dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favorite damn disease
He knew that he wanted her the second he saw her walk into that bar. Sure, he’d had a few drinks but that hadn’t mattered. All that mattered right now was getting laid and dammit, she was the perfect one. He often wondered what she’d be like in bed, and he’d had plenty of dreams about it. It was interesting, he thought, for seven years they’d gone to school together and for at least four of those years he’d always been interested in the opposite sex.
But none had been as fuckable as her.
He eyed her appreciatively and smirked when her gaze moved towards him. Their eyes connected for only a moment and he laughed as he saw the blush come over her cheeks. Oh, she wanted it alright. It would only take a few moments at the least to convince her to leave with him. After all, who could really refuse Draco Malfoy?
As he walked towards her, he remembered the countless times they had to work together during their seventh year in Potions. It drove him insane that he’d been cleared of any and all charges concerning the death of Dumbledore but yet - he was still being punished by having to work with her. Forget the damn fact that she’d turned into a voluptuous woman that could merely glance at you and make you hard.
His jaw clenched as he remembered the times he’d snuck off to his bed room to dream of her as he stroked himself. Noticing that she’d wandered off to a corner of the bar, he slowly grinned and licked his lips. Tonight, she’d make his fantasy come true and then he’d finally have her out of his system. No more dreams. No more thoughts. After this - he’d be free.
His eyes started staring at her legs. Damn that short black skirt she wore, he swore as he felt his pants tighten. If she wasn’t looking to get fucked tonight then she shouldn’t have been wearing that skirt, or that’s at least what Draco told himself. Her legs went on for miles, and the heels she wore made her as tall as him. The top she wore only made him harder. It was just tight enough to give a man a glance and allow him to put an image together in his head. And the fact that is was low cut only added to the greatness of it.
He saw her order another drink and grinned. Perfect, they’d just be drunk enough to do one another and then forget about it the next morning. Her dark hair had been tamed, finally, and it was long and below her shoulders. He wanted to run his fingers through it, he wanted to tug at it and hear her moan out his name.
“Can I order you another drink?” He whispered behind her, putting his hands at her waist.
He felt her body tense and smirked with satisfaction. When she turned around, her brown eyes wide with shock and nervousness, he raised a brow, “What’s the matter, Hermione? Didn’t want to run into an old school mate?”
Watching her with almost a sick pleasure he watched her eyes as he saw her trying to work things out in her mind. Obviously it was taking longer because of the amount of liquor she had already consumed but it didn’t take Hermione Granger long to figure out anything - no matter how much she had to drink.
“Not at all, Draco,” she replied softly. The slight drop from her normal tone only had Draco wishing her clothes were already off. “What are you doing in Venice?” Raising a brow, he glanced around and laughed.
“Are you kidding me? Venice is the place to come and just disappear. Besides, when you can apparate into any country you want - it’s not difficult to just decide things on a whim.” He traced his finger down her arm, “What brings you here?”
“Same as you,” She said, trying to push his arm off of her. She could feel his eyes on her breasts and all over her body. What didn’t help was that he was looking so hot right now that she just wanted to say screw everything and drag him back to her hotel room and rip off his clothing.
“Come with me,” He demanded. Hermione almost complained and protested but she bit her lip. Why couldn’t she have a good time with a great looking guy? Plus, a guy that knew exactly what to do in the bedroom, so that was a plus and right now she really didn’t care if it was Draco. It wasn’t like she had gotten a good lay in a few months anyway. Hermione glanced at her drink and made a mental note.
No more for you.
She told herself. When she finally looked up towards Draco, she noticed he wasn’t heading towards the door and she frowned. Well dammit; he wasn’t going to fuck her brains out? No fair. As they came to the dance floor, she raised a brow but she didn’t have time to say anything before Draco had pressed his hand into the small of her back and their bodies were melded together.
She felt his hard abs and licked her lips as she looked down at his black shirt. Tilting her head, she actually began to calculate how long it might take her to take that off of him. Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt the touch of the leather pants he wore push between her legs and she straddled his leg.
They were dancing.
But not just any dancing, Dirty Dancing, a smile slowly crossed her face. That had always been one of her favorite movies. She leaned back, her hips pressing against his as she put her drink on a vacant table. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she ran her fingers through his hair. Their eyes met and she saw the storm gathering in his grey eyes and she felt herself getting hot.
She felt him reach up and take a hold of a handful of her hair. When he tugged her head back, she felt herself giving into him and as his mouth nipped at her neck, her body shuddered. As her hands dug into his back, she felt him kiss up along her jaw and nip at her earlobe she moaned softly.
“Want to get out of here?” He growled into her ear as she felt him against her thigh. When she looked at him, she saw that he was straining to keep from taking her to the bathroom and pushing her against a door while he pounded into her. She only had one answer.
“Your place or mine?” She replied. Draco grinned as he licked his lips and glanced around.
“Where are you staying?”
“Dragon’s Inn.” She murmured, causing Draco to laugh slightly as he shook his head. She had to stay at a hotel that was basically named after him - great. As he tried to figure out which was closer, someone ran into him from behind, causing both to fall backwards and be pressed against a wall.
Their lips came inches away from one another’s.
“We’ll go to mine.” He said, staring into her eyes as he reached up and ran his fingers through her hair, “its closer and I want you out of those damn clothes.” His lips crushed hers seconds after the last words left his mouth. She nipped his bottom lip with her teeth and he growled, grabbing her hand and dragging her out of the club.
Hermione felt her body shudder as his arm came around her waist and he pushed her against his body. She wasn’t sure if he was trying to keep all the other men from looking at her or if he was protecting her from the cold wind. Either way, it didn’t really matter.
They rounded the corner and Hermione felt herself being pulled in one direction and suddenly stopping as she was pinned against a wall. His lips were on hers in seconds and she couldn’t help but wrap her arms around him tightly as she moved her hips up, feeling him between his pants and her skirt. God, if only they weren’t wearing clothes.
“How much longer till were there?” She asked as he pulled away.
“We’re here, I just wanted to kiss you again.” Hermione felt her heart flutter a bit as glanced up and saw the name of the Inn he was staying at. Gryffin’s Inn. She almost wanted to laugh but she didn’t as she saw the heat in Draco’s eyes. Taking his hand, she let him take the lead as he took her upstairs.
As they climbed stairs, she found herself admiring the gorgeous body of work that Draco Malfoy actually had. She had known that he was hot in Hogwarts and on the occasion had found herself peeking into the locker room shortly after Quidditch because Draco had the tendency to not wear a shirt as he walked out. Arriving at his door, Hermione bit her lip and grinned as she reached around in front of her and took him into her hand, squeezing him.
She felt how hard he was and the groan that escaped his lips made her wet. She wanted him, she wanted him inside of her and she didn’t want to wait.
Draco growled as he struggled with the lock on the door and it didn’t help when Granger had reached around and put her hand over his, steadying it in order to unlock the door. The second the door was unlocked he pulled her inside and slammed the door with her body as he pinned her against it.
“That wasn’t nice.” He stated, already beginning to pull off her shirt.
“Well you kept me waiting.” She retorted as she began pulling at his, unbuttoning the shirt. With both swore, because neither one could get the other’s shirt off, Hermione ended up ripping his shirt off and pushing it down his shoulders. When his was off, he tore her own off her body and tossed it to the side.
Her nails scratched his chest as he picked her up and her legs wrapped around his waist. Draco carried her to the backroom as her hands traveled to his back, rubbing his shoulders. As one hand caressed his back, her other started trailing down the front of his body. She quickly had the button to his pants undone before he had opened the door to his room. As he laid her back on the bed, she was working on his zipper.
He stopped her, she pouted.
Noticing the evil grin on his face, Hermione felt his hands traveling up her thighs as he ripped her skirt off, with her underwear. Leaving her completely naked to his gaze. He stared at her appreciatively and as she slowly sat up, wrapping her arms around his waist she went to pull his pants down.
He took a hold of her hand, kissing inside of her wrist. Draco leaned back and she saw what he was reaching for, another bottle of liquor. Anything right now, was great. Draco smirked as he took the stopper off the glass bottle and leaned it against her wrist. He poured a bit on her skin and then proceeded to lick it off.
Her body shuddered.
As he dipped his finger inside, he traced it along her stomach and trailed his finger down. She watched him, eyes widening as she discovered his intentions. Kneeling in front of her, Draco watched her face as he spread her legs in front of him and slid his fingers inside of her.
She was so fucking wet it was unbelievable. He wanted to push himself inside of her but this is what he wanted first, he wanted to taste her. As he pulled his fingers out, his tongue replaced them and Hermione’s hips arched up, her hands grabbed handfuls of the bed cover as she moaned out.
He wanted her to scream his name, to make her cry out and never mutter another name in bed but his. His tongue flicked across her clit as a couple of his fingers slid back inside of her. Draco heard her breathing quicken and he grinned as he took pinched her clit with his fingers.
“Draco,” she cried out, making him even harder, though he hadn’t though it possible.
As she climaxed, he saw how she’d bitten into her own lip almost hard enough to drawn blood and she’d begun to massage her own breasts. His pants fell to his feet and he pulled her up. As he lifted her up, he slid inside of her and they moaned together.
He didn’t give a fuck that his pants were around his feet and that he had moved so she was pressed against the wall. She was addicting and he wasn’t getting enough of her. As their thrusts met simultaneously their mouths crashed together as her nails dug into his skin, causing him to bit into her lower lip, drawing a bit of blood.
Her hands drove through his hair as she begged him to continue. He managed to step out of his pants as he held her up, and they crashed on the bed. She straddled him and before he could do much more she slowed her movements down. When he sat up and pressed his hands against her ass taking control of the pace, she giggled.
Noticing that they still had quite of bit of scotch, Hermione leaned back and grabbed the bottle. As she took a big drink, she leaned down and kissed him as she continued to ride him. He took the bottle from her and took a deep swig of it, knowing they’d pay in the morning but feeling how tight she was around him made him forget all that. As they kissed, she grabbed the bottle back. Her hair caressed his face and as she tipped the bottle above them leaning back just a bit, the liquid poured over their bodies.
Draco’s mouth took her breast hostage as he gently tugged her nipple with his teeth, tasting her and scotch. Both felt the shivers crossing over their bodies. As he reached between her legs and flicked her clit with his thumb, she cried out again and as she did, her lips captured his as they came together.
Crashing down on the bed, they both curled up against each other, still kissing here and there. Tasting the alcohol that now coated their bodies. As Draco ran his tongue over her neck, Hermione grinned and glanced towards the bathroom.
“Up for a shower?” She asked, tilting her head as she leaned against her arm, looking down at him.
As he stared up at her, he smirked as he pulled her against him and kissed her hard. She felt him harden against her thigh and she knew immediately that he was up for a shower, and another round.