Thank God I'm Not A Bridesmaid, Part Three, Hermione/Draco
Title: Thank God I'm Not A Bridesmaid, Part III
Rating: NC-17 (major smut)
Pairing: Hermione/Draco
Categories: Humour, AU, PWP
Summary: The only thing that would redeem this wedding would be a lot of chocolate, alcohol, and an elephant sized tranquilizer potion.
Disclaimer: All property of J.K. Rowling. The plot is mine, however.
Notes: I finished it! Yay! The wrath of many Dramione shippers is a very scary thing, and motivated me to finish this. Please don't eat me. :D This is pretty dirty by my standards. *is slightly proud of self* Hope you all like this.
Part One | Part Two
She was surprised at how gentle he was being-he kissed her sweetly, without intensity. It seemed as though he was probing for a reaction to show him where to go.
He pulled back, his forehead furrowed.
“I’m not trying to do anything that will make you uncomfortable,” he said stiffly.
“Well, that’s rather gentlemanly of you,” she replied, surprised.
“It tends to kill the mood if I jump an unwilling participant,” he quipped. “I prefer to let the ladies to the jumping.”
“Is that more for your ego’s benefit, or are you really that chivalrous?” She smirked.
“A little of both,” he admitted smiling.
“Is that so?” she replied, arching an eyebrow. “Let me stroke your ego, then,” she said, shifting and swinging a leg over his. She made a production of settling herself demurely on his lap, legs splayed out on either side.
His eyes darkened to an interesting stormy grey as he slid his arms around her, one reaching up to clasp the base of her neck and pull her face slowly to his.
“We can do better,” he said with a predatory gleam in his eyes.
“Show me,” she said, feeling a little breathless.
She really didn’t want to know how he got so good at this-he had the art of kissing perfected to a fine art. He traced her lips with the tip of his tongue, parting them and delving inside to elicit small moans and drink her sighs.
“Not fair,” she gasped, as she pulled away. “You…have…the upper hand,” she breathed as he ignored her diatribe and nipped at her collarbone, kissing his way along the sensitive bone and dipping his tongue into her clavicular notch.
“Then do something about it,” he murmured against her throat as his hands deftly slipped to the back of her dress, teasing the zipper.
“Nrrgh,” she muttered as he slid the zipper down a few inches and cupped her breasts in his palms.
“I have to tell you,” he said almost conversationally, “that while this is a fantastic dress, I’d rather see what’s under it. And so far, this dress has not done you justice.”
How was he managing to talk like a normal person while she was falling to pieces? It wasn’t fair. She stumbled with shaky fingers over the buttons and tugged the shirt off impatiently when she managed to undo them. She couldn’t concentrate though, on her destination when he wrapped his lips around a nipple covered by the flimsy silk bra she was wearing.
What? Ladies never went around without undergarments.
Ladies never fucked in a public bathroom, either, so she guessed it was a moot point now.
He worried the wet silk covered bud with his teeth while rolling the other between his fingers. All she could do was admire how gorgeous he was while she wriggled helplessly under his ministrations.
Well, fair is fair, she figured, as an idea struck, and she started to rock against the bulge in his trousers. Swiveling her hips, she ground her pelvis against him, and smirked herself as he forgot what he was doing and his breathing increased against her chest.
“Want to play dirty, hmm,” he murmured, eyes glazed over. He pulled her back in for a kiss as he snuck a hand underneath her dress, running his palm up her thigh to blatantly grab her ass. The same hand made its return trip to the inside of her thigh, two fingers pulling at the crotch of her soaked knickers. He flicked a finger over her clit before inserting into her cunt. She sucked in an erratic breath as she ground herself against his hand.
“Oh, oh, oh, so close,” she breathed, as he slid a second finger inside her wet heat, pumping then curling them up against that one spot that drove her over the edge to her release, as she cried out, clutching his shoulders.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he said, smirking arrogantly. He leaned her back against the lounge, and neatly shimmied her knickers down her legs before tossing them off onto the ground. She crawled back into his lap and had his belt buckle undone before he went still.
“What?” she asked, looking confused. Quickly, he picked her up and ducked into an empty cubicle just before two women entered the room.
She gasped as she peeked through the crack in the door to see Molly Weasley and Aunt Muriel standing at the sink. Draco had ignored this and gone back to hoisting her dress up. She could feel a cool draft of air as he pushed her back against the wall of the cubicle.
“Stop!” she whispered, horrified, as he calmly undid his pants and pushed them down. She was slightly distracted though, at the sight of his prick, which was really quite impressive. She reached out to curl a hand around it before pulling back.
What was she thinking? She couldn’t possibly fuck Draco Malfoy in a bathroom stall less than three feet away from a woman who was practically her surrogate mother.
He was standing there, an amused look on his face as he lazily stroked himself, waiting for her to get over her moral dilemma.
“If you don’t help me take care of my situation here, I’m going to leave you like this,” he whispered. “May I remind you that I still have my undergarments.” He grinned. He slid a hand up the back of her thigh and placed her foot around her waist, sliding the head of his cock against her wet slit, circling her clit. She bit her lips as she grabbed his hips and yanked him closer to her.
“Say it,” he whispered. ‘I want you to beg for it.’
“I want you to fuck me,” she breathed in her ear.
“Not good enough,” he said, tweaking a nipple.
“I want you to fuck me so hard I won’t be able to walk straight,” she gasped.
“I’m going to make you scream,” he said, his eyes gleaming as he sheathed himself in her exquisitely tight cunt. He slammed her against the cubicle with each thrust, her ankles hooked at the small of his back. She moaned wantonly as she ground her clit against his pubic bone.
She gasped at her mistake.
“What was that?” Molly Weasley asked. “Hermione? Is that you? Are you alright?”
“Fine,” she croaked.
“Do you need me to come in there, dear?” she asked, concerned.
“Not a good idea,” Draco called out. “I’m kind of busy fucking her senseless. Later, okay?”
Hermione giggled, horrified, as Molly and Muriel gasped, before all but running out.
“Oh my God-“she started, before he silenced her with a kiss.
“Focus,” he growled, as he pumped with abandon, her nails raking his back as they landed on his ass, squeezing.
“Fuck,’ she cried out, as he came spilling his hot seed inside her cunt, triggering her climax. His knees felt weak and they slumped to the floor, their juices making her thighs sticky as they trickled out. He kissed her languidly, before he started to tidy himself up.
“We should probably make an appearance,” he said casually. “We’re far from finished here-this is nothing compared to what else I have in store for you.” He swaggered out of the bathroom, as she laughed at his arrogance. She hadn’t expected anything less.
She quickly straightened herself up and grabbed her shoes, but realized with a start that her knickers were gone.
Cheeky bastard, she thought.
Those were her favourite pair, too. Oh well.
She did a little swagger of her own as she left.
Hope you liked it. :) Reviews are love, as always.
Rating: NC-17 (major smut)
Pairing: Hermione/Draco
Categories: Humour, AU, PWP
Summary: The only thing that would redeem this wedding would be a lot of chocolate, alcohol, and an elephant sized tranquilizer potion.
Disclaimer: All property of J.K. Rowling. The plot is mine, however.
Notes: I finished it! Yay! The wrath of many Dramione shippers is a very scary thing, and motivated me to finish this. Please don't eat me. :D This is pretty dirty by my standards. *is slightly proud of self* Hope you all like this.
Part One | Part Two
She was surprised at how gentle he was being-he kissed her sweetly, without intensity. It seemed as though he was probing for a reaction to show him where to go.
He pulled back, his forehead furrowed.
“I’m not trying to do anything that will make you uncomfortable,” he said stiffly.
“Well, that’s rather gentlemanly of you,” she replied, surprised.
“It tends to kill the mood if I jump an unwilling participant,” he quipped. “I prefer to let the ladies to the jumping.”
“Is that more for your ego’s benefit, or are you really that chivalrous?” She smirked.
“A little of both,” he admitted smiling.
“Is that so?” she replied, arching an eyebrow. “Let me stroke your ego, then,” she said, shifting and swinging a leg over his. She made a production of settling herself demurely on his lap, legs splayed out on either side.
His eyes darkened to an interesting stormy grey as he slid his arms around her, one reaching up to clasp the base of her neck and pull her face slowly to his.
“We can do better,” he said with a predatory gleam in his eyes.
“Show me,” she said, feeling a little breathless.
She really didn’t want to know how he got so good at this-he had the art of kissing perfected to a fine art. He traced her lips with the tip of his tongue, parting them and delving inside to elicit small moans and drink her sighs.
“Not fair,” she gasped, as she pulled away. “You…have…the upper hand,” she breathed as he ignored her diatribe and nipped at her collarbone, kissing his way along the sensitive bone and dipping his tongue into her clavicular notch.
“Then do something about it,” he murmured against her throat as his hands deftly slipped to the back of her dress, teasing the zipper.
“Nrrgh,” she muttered as he slid the zipper down a few inches and cupped her breasts in his palms.
“I have to tell you,” he said almost conversationally, “that while this is a fantastic dress, I’d rather see what’s under it. And so far, this dress has not done you justice.”
How was he managing to talk like a normal person while she was falling to pieces? It wasn’t fair. She stumbled with shaky fingers over the buttons and tugged the shirt off impatiently when she managed to undo them. She couldn’t concentrate though, on her destination when he wrapped his lips around a nipple covered by the flimsy silk bra she was wearing.
What? Ladies never went around without undergarments.
Ladies never fucked in a public bathroom, either, so she guessed it was a moot point now.
He worried the wet silk covered bud with his teeth while rolling the other between his fingers. All she could do was admire how gorgeous he was while she wriggled helplessly under his ministrations.
Well, fair is fair, she figured, as an idea struck, and she started to rock against the bulge in his trousers. Swiveling her hips, she ground her pelvis against him, and smirked herself as he forgot what he was doing and his breathing increased against her chest.
“Want to play dirty, hmm,” he murmured, eyes glazed over. He pulled her back in for a kiss as he snuck a hand underneath her dress, running his palm up her thigh to blatantly grab her ass. The same hand made its return trip to the inside of her thigh, two fingers pulling at the crotch of her soaked knickers. He flicked a finger over her clit before inserting into her cunt. She sucked in an erratic breath as she ground herself against his hand.
“Oh, oh, oh, so close,” she breathed, as he slid a second finger inside her wet heat, pumping then curling them up against that one spot that drove her over the edge to her release, as she cried out, clutching his shoulders.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he said, smirking arrogantly. He leaned her back against the lounge, and neatly shimmied her knickers down her legs before tossing them off onto the ground. She crawled back into his lap and had his belt buckle undone before he went still.
“What?” she asked, looking confused. Quickly, he picked her up and ducked into an empty cubicle just before two women entered the room.
She gasped as she peeked through the crack in the door to see Molly Weasley and Aunt Muriel standing at the sink. Draco had ignored this and gone back to hoisting her dress up. She could feel a cool draft of air as he pushed her back against the wall of the cubicle.
“Stop!” she whispered, horrified, as he calmly undid his pants and pushed them down. She was slightly distracted though, at the sight of his prick, which was really quite impressive. She reached out to curl a hand around it before pulling back.
What was she thinking? She couldn’t possibly fuck Draco Malfoy in a bathroom stall less than three feet away from a woman who was practically her surrogate mother.
He was standing there, an amused look on his face as he lazily stroked himself, waiting for her to get over her moral dilemma.
“If you don’t help me take care of my situation here, I’m going to leave you like this,” he whispered. “May I remind you that I still have my undergarments.” He grinned. He slid a hand up the back of her thigh and placed her foot around her waist, sliding the head of his cock against her wet slit, circling her clit. She bit her lips as she grabbed his hips and yanked him closer to her.
“Say it,” he whispered. ‘I want you to beg for it.’
“I want you to fuck me,” she breathed in her ear.
“Not good enough,” he said, tweaking a nipple.
“I want you to fuck me so hard I won’t be able to walk straight,” she gasped.
“I’m going to make you scream,” he said, his eyes gleaming as he sheathed himself in her exquisitely tight cunt. He slammed her against the cubicle with each thrust, her ankles hooked at the small of his back. She moaned wantonly as she ground her clit against his pubic bone.
She gasped at her mistake.
“What was that?” Molly Weasley asked. “Hermione? Is that you? Are you alright?”
“Fine,” she croaked.
“Do you need me to come in there, dear?” she asked, concerned.
“Not a good idea,” Draco called out. “I’m kind of busy fucking her senseless. Later, okay?”
Hermione giggled, horrified, as Molly and Muriel gasped, before all but running out.
“Oh my God-“she started, before he silenced her with a kiss.
“Focus,” he growled, as he pumped with abandon, her nails raking his back as they landed on his ass, squeezing.
“Fuck,’ she cried out, as he came spilling his hot seed inside her cunt, triggering her climax. His knees felt weak and they slumped to the floor, their juices making her thighs sticky as they trickled out. He kissed her languidly, before he started to tidy himself up.
“We should probably make an appearance,” he said casually. “We’re far from finished here-this is nothing compared to what else I have in store for you.” He swaggered out of the bathroom, as she laughed at his arrogance. She hadn’t expected anything less.
She quickly straightened herself up and grabbed her shoes, but realized with a start that her knickers were gone.
Cheeky bastard, she thought.
Those were her favourite pair, too. Oh well.
She did a little swagger of her own as she left.
Hope you liked it. :) Reviews are love, as always.