"Malfoy, give me back my potion!"
Draco Malfoy smirked as he heard the frustration in her voice. Leaning back against the sofa, he arched a brow, "I don’t think that was asking nicely, Granger, though I’m not surprised that someone of your less than stellar upbringing would not know how to be polite."
"Polite?" she glared at him, "You call stealing my potion and forcing me to ask for it back polite?"
"Of course," he had the audacity to look offended, "I could have merely poured it out into the sink instead of giving you this unique opportunity to get it back."
"Damn it, you pasty faced prat! Give me back my potion!"
"I am envied by many for my lovely pale complexion," he sneered just slightly, annoyed that she dare insult his natural good looks.
"You look like a corpse," she informed him sweetly, her eyes flashing with triumph as she watched him react to her insulting words. The triumph was short lived, however, when he spoke without arguing.
"A very handsome and sexy corpse it must be, then," he said tightly, not allowing her to sway him from his goal, which was to have her complete attention focused on him.
"Would you *please* give me back my potion?" she asked through gritted teeth, knowing all too well how to recognize a stubborn Pureblood prat when one was smiling smugly in her face.
"No," he grinned, "I would have earlier but now I think I will require something more from you."
"More?" she repeated suspiciously, her stomach tightening when she saw the wicked gleam in his gray eyes.
"I do believe that I’d like to see those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock," he casually replied as if they were discussing the weather.
"That’s blackmail!" she informed him sharply, brown eyes narrowing as she saw his devilish smile.
"That is such a sordid term," he smiled smugly, "I prefer to think of it as an exchange. I have something you want and you’re something that I want."
"Blackmail, Malfoy. That’s what it is, and I refuse to participate in such an underhanded, devious, sneaky plot!"
"Then I shall be forced to pour the potion down the drain."
"You wouldn’t dare!"
"Wouldn’t I?"
Hermione studied him for a moment, hating him for looking so bloody sexy and desirable even as he threatened to toss out the potion she had spent a week creating. She needed it for class the following day, as he well knew, and she wouldn’t have time to create another one. She’d been foolish for leaving it out and not locking it away, knowing him well enough to not be at all surprised by his blackmail. With a resigned sigh and a glare, she walked towards him, "Fine, you win, Malfoy. *This* time."
"My dear Hermione, do at least try to pretend that you’re not dying to kneel at my feet and suck my cock. I see the desire in those pretty brown eyes and you’re far too eager to accept defeat to be at all convincing," he gloated as he spread his legs and moved into a more comfortable position.
"If you keep talking, I may just bite it off," she threatened as she reached him. She started to kneel, his hand stopping her as his long fingers caught her wrist.
"I so would hate to get anything on your unattractive Muggle clothing. I suggest you remove them to prevent making them even less becoming than they are all ready," he told her as if he were doing her a favor. When she simply stood there looking at him with a knowing smile beginning to form, he ran his tongue over his full lips and repeated huskily, "Strip."
"I don’t believe that was part of our original negations, Draco," she stressed his name, delighting in the aroused flush that was crossing his cheeks. Merlin, he was gorgeous. Even more so when he was playing on of his games or trying to pretend that he wasn’t desperate for her to touch him.
"I’m adding it," he dared her to refuse, reminding, "and since I have the potion….."
"You do realize that I shall repay you for this, don’t you?" she arched a brow as she began to unfasten the buttons on her shirt, deliberately taking her time and attempting to make the casual act sexy.
"Oh, I’m counting on that, love," he drawled lazily as his eyes watched her fingers work on her blouse. He inhaled sharply when the blouse was removed and he saw that she wasn’t wearing a bra. He leered at her breasts, "No bra? Naughty little vixen." Her full breasts were begging him to touch them, he decided, her nipples hard and tempting him to taste. She unfastened her skirt, letting it fall from her hips to pool on the floor. He could see the wetness on her knickers, the thin scrap of fabric dark from her arousal.
Hermione smiled at his words, her eyes flashing with love and desire for her gorgeous, playful husband as she deliberately bent over to remove her knickers, making sure her breasts were close to his handsome face. She gasped when his tongue snaked out and licked at her nipple, full lips wrapping around the hardened nub as he sucked and licked her breast before turning his attention to the other one. For a moment, she forgot what she was doing, concentrating on the feel of his mouth on her body.
Oh, that’s right. The incorrigible bastard had stolen the potion she needed for her sixth year class in the morning to use as leverage for her to do his bidding. The spoiled brat had been annoyed all week by the hours she had spent creating and monitoring the potion so it was really no surprise he’d use the blasted thing that had taken her attention away from him in the evenings as a means to secure her concentration on pleasuring him. After all, when he was working with the Slytherin Quidditch team, she often hid his broom because she felt neglected.
Hermione reluctantly moved away from him, giving him a mischievous smile as she began to unbutton his shirt, her lips following the path of her fingers. He sat up to let her remove the cloth from his muscular shoulders, her fingers moving over the pale flesh as she lowered her head. Her tongue ran along his nipple, a soft moan escaping his lips as she tongued the sensitive nub and her hand moved to caress his erection. She loved his noises, feeling his fingers tangle in her hair as her mouth drifted lower. Her hand felt around the floor for her wand, a whispered spell removing his pants and boxers right before her lips enveloped the head of his cock.
Draco groaned and arched his hips when her wet tongue moved over his cock. She began to move her head, licking and sucking as she teased him, her hands moving over his upper thighs before one began to caress his balls. Breathing became difficult as she took his entire length into her mouth and throat, her nose brushing against the pale blond curls surrounding his erection before she raised her head and repeated the action.
Hermione loved sucking Draco’s cock. She knew a lot of women didn’t enjoy this act and she hadn’t, at first. Soon, however, she had grown to love it, enjoying the power she held over him when his length was in her mouth. She liked to give him pleasure, just as he loved burying his face between her thighs, practicing when their relationship had initially become sexual and learning every way to cause him to moan and to heighten his enjoyment of this intimate act. There was nothing like having him buried inside her as they kissed, but she enjoyed oral sex with Draco, giving and receiving, just as she enjoyed every part of their relationship.
It had taken some time for her to accept his entire shaft without gagging. She still had some problems with his girth, her jaws often aching soon after beginning the act, but she had learned the ways to please him as well as enjoy it herself. Her tongue moved over his cock as her hand gripped the base, her lips around the head only as she began to suck, her hand moving up and down as her other massaged his balls. He tasted good, bitter and salty yet sweet, her tongue flicking the flap of foreskin to get to his precome.
When she heard his soft whimpering above her, she looked at him and smiled around his cock. His face was flushed and there was a sheen of sweat around his forehead, his hair falling across his cheeks, his lips wet and swollen from where he was nibbling on them to keep from begging her for more, his eyes a gorgeous silver that let her know he was aching for release. Hermione moved her lips around his length, bobbing her head on his shaft as she concentrated on making him come.
He was making the cutest panting moans, her name whispered on his lips as his fingers brushed through her hair. The hand fondling his balls squeezed before one finger drifted between his firm arse cheeks. His hand tightened in her hair as she slid a finger into him. Continuing her oral worship of his cock, she began to slowly move her finger into his tight arse, feeling him clench at the penetration.
When she crooked her finger, finding his prostrate easily, he bucked off the sofa, nearly choking her as he cried out her name before he came. She swallowed every drop of his release, continuing to move her head in shallow strokes until he was spent. Hermione released his cock from her mouth, running her tongue over her lips to catch any stray drops before running her tongue along his length as if he were a sugarquill to make sure he was clean of release. She had barely removed her finger from his arse when she found herself pushed back against the floor.
She didn’t even have time to gasp before his face was between her thighs, his amazing tongue entering her and lapping at her flowing juices. Her hand caressed her breasts as he feasted on her, the soft sound of slurping exciting her as he fucked her with his face, tongue, and fingers. It didn’t take long for her to come, having all ready been incredible aroused from sucking his cock and watching his face as he came.
When he slid three fingers into her and his thumb brushed against her arse, his mouth sucking her clit, she came with a keen of pleasure, his name on her lips as she squirmed on the floor and exploded. Her body convulsed around his fingers, her juices flowing freely as she felt her orgasm consume her. Before she could calm down, his wet lips claimed hers as he continued fingering her, his tongue sweeping into her mouth and sharing her taste with her, tasting himself on her lips. His hand finally moved from between her legs, curling around her breast as he laid on his side and pulled her against him, both oblivious to the fact that they were laying on the floor.
"I taste good on your lips," Draco said smugly before licking her lips again. He broke the kiss and asked, "You okay, love?"
"My jaw is a bit sore," Hermione informed him with a loving smile, "but I do love watching your face as you come so I don‘t mind."
"Poor darling," he brushed kisses along her jaw and cheeks before telling her, "the potion is on the top shelf of the wardrobe."
"I know," it was her turn to smile smugly when he arched a brow at her. "Really, Draco, I know you’re not about to do anything to jeopardize my class. Besides, that’s the same place you hid my books when I took that Everyday Charms class by owl last term and you got jealous."
"Yes, well, I could have hidden it elsewhere," he remarked defensively, "And I was not envious. I merely thought you needed a break from studying."
"It’s okay, darling," she brushed a kiss against his lips before smirking, "I think it’s sweet that you were jealous of the potion."
"I am not sweet," he said the word as if it was an insult, "and I was certainly not jealous of the bloody potion!"
"Of course not, Draco," she smiled tenderly, laughing when he stood suddenly and tossed her over his shoulder. "Draco! Put me down!"
"Sweet my arse," he snorted, "When I’m finished with you, you won’t be able to walk because I’ll have shagged you so hard and thoroughly. We’ll see if you’d rather work on some silly potion instead of letting me make love to you then, won’t we?"
"Have I mentioned lately how arousing I find this possessive and wicked side of you?" Hermione mused as she reached down to pinch his firm arse, earning her a swat on her bum.
"Not today," he sulked, his eyes amused and loving as he entered their bedroom and tossed her on the bed.
"Well, I do," she smiled before leaning up to kiss him. She whispered in his ear, "I love you, Draco."
"Of course you do," he smirked as he moved his hands along her face, "I’m very lovable. Not to mention sexy and intelligent and good-looking."
"And oh so modest," she rolled her eyes before gasping as his leg moved between hers, rubbing against the sticky and wet juncture between her thighs. She could feel his cock against her leg, beginning to stir as his lips moved over her face and neck.
"I love you, Hermione," he said softly as his eyes looked into hers. He kissed her deeply before pulling back and smiling wickedly, "Now I do believe I promised to make you forget all about that blasted potion. And a Malfoy always keeps his promises."
*The end*