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Hermione’s thighs trembled as an electrifying wave of pleasure coursed through her body. Her cunt clenched around the cock that had been inside her for what felt like hours.
The man who was most certainly not her husband was nestled deep and that man was Draco fucking Malfoy. And he had not moved an inch.
He sat perfectly still under the Disillusionment charm, letting his cock sit inside her, settled deep inside her slick cunt. Hermione shut her eyes as she relished in the way he stretched her completely.
With each tiny shift of his body, she felt her pulse race. Feeling each nerve ending come alive as his cock moved just the slightest bit against her walls. And every single time more slick accumulated. Leaving her thighs and pussy thoroughly drenched.
She thought about the wet spot she would probably leave behind on Malfoy’s trousers. The black material of his trousers most likely turned darker after her wetness trickled out of her. He’d have to send his suit to the dry cleaners, or better yet, burn it now that she ruined it so completely.
Her husband stood a few feet away, eyes blazing and hands twitching.
She couldn’t suppress the shutter that passed through her when she saw Ron’s angry eyes directed towards her. What right did he have to be angry? He was the one that planned this.
Her pussy clenched as she felt Malfoy’s lips press against her ear.
“Stay still, Granger. You wouldn’t want to alert everyone how you’ve been sitting on my cock this entire time now would we?” His voice was a deep grumble behind her. The vibrations from his chest not helping her suppress the need to simply rock her hips back and forth in his lap.
Hermione looked around at her coworkers scattered around the backyard. It was a boring Ministry party; everyone was so absorbed in their own world they were oblivious to the fact that she had been sitting on Draco Malfoy’s cock since she first arrived with Ron.
This had all been Ron’s fault. Why he thought that Malfoy fucking her would fix their marriage was beyond her, but he had insisted and insisted until she finally relented. He gave her some weak explanation, “You’re coming home with me ‘Mione, not him.”
If it kept Ron from whinging and somehow helped him move on with his obsession with Malfoy, she would allow him this one chance. And if she was being honest with herself, she had always been curious about all the rumors that surrounded Malfoy and his sex life. And Hermione definitely needed a mind-blowing orgasm.
Then he had apparently arranged everything with Malfoy and when they had arrived at the picnic, he directed her to the current chair she was in. Cheeks flushed and hands clenched together in her lap— her bottom lip raw from every moan she had to subdue when she first sank down onto his thick length.
It took everything within her to not moan as he placed his large hands on her hips, shifting her forward just slightly. The sweat that trickled down her neck was quickly licked off by his tongue, just before he bit down on her racing pulse.
“Look at your husband Granger,” Her eyes met Ron’s, blue eyes ablaze with anger while his skin was almost as flushed as hers. “Do you think he regrets his decision— letting me fuck his wife? Do you think he knows that now you won’t be going back to him like he originally planned?”
“Wait, what.” Her voice was a breathy whisper.
“Do you think I would let you go back to him after I had a taste of you Granger?” She shifted her hips, trying to find any sort of relief.
His fingers caressed the outside of her thighs before grabbing the flesh of her hips, moving his forward just slightly so his length pressed against that one special spot.
The grip on her hips would surely leave bruises, but she relished in the evidence of Draco’s lust after her. The delicious bruises that Ron would surely see and absolutely rage over. Evidence of his mistake. And for some reason that fueled Hermione. She ground down, pressing his fingertips harder into her flesh, as she leaned back into his chest.
“Look at the Weasel, he can’t even do anything about it. You’re so desperate to bounce on my cock and he can’t even stop it.”
Another wave of pleasure coursed through her body as her walls clamped down around his cock.
“Are you going to come Hermione? Right in front of your husband, are you going to come undone on my cock? When I haven’t even moved or even touched your dripping cunt.”
Something about the way his deep voice whispered in her ear. Or the vibrations from his chest. Or the look on Ron’s face. Something about it sent her over the edge. Her cunt spasming around his cock as she came undone. The muscles in her abdomen clenched as wave after wave of bliss travelled throughout her body.
She dug her nails into Draco’s thighs, biting her lips to keep the scream that threatened to crawl out of her throat.
Draco hummed and kissed the back of her neck. “That’s a good girl, Hermione, you looked so beautiful coming on my cock.”
A dark chuckle rumbled throughout his chest, “I didn’t even have to touch you.”
She tried to catch her breath, freezing as one of her friends came by to greet her. “Oh, Hermione, you look a bit flushed. Are you feeling alright?”
“Oh, ah,” she gasped as Draco pushed his pelvis upward, “N-not really, I think I’m going to head off ear-ly.” Her voice broke slightly towards the end, garnering a sympathetic look from her friend.
“Yes, you should have a lie down.” Once she left, Hermione slumped down.
Her legs felt like jelly as he helped her up and off of him. She whimpered softly when he slid out of her completely. She felt empty without him. With a flick of his hand, they were both pristine as ever.
No trace of what happened evident on their clothes.
Draco helped balance her with an arm around her waist, but before she could pull away, he brought her close to his chest.
“Come over to my flat and we’ll finish what we started.” Her heart raced at the thought of leaving with him. But the rational side of her mind thought of Ron. Her husband. And the implication of her leaving with Malfoy of all people.
Before she could glance at Ron, Malfoy caught her chin between his fingers. Turning her head up to look at him, grey eyes were bright as ever. Showing Hermione, the very same stars he was named after.
“But Ron-” He pressed a finger to her lips.
“We have a connection Hermione,” His hand fell down to hers, his grasp was warm and inviting. “We’ve been dancing around these feelings ever since we started at the Ministry. But I have had enough of this.”
“Draco, I can’t just leave my husband.”
“You’re unhappy with Weasley, everyone can see it. And what he did, letting some other man have you, no man should ever do that to the woman he loves. I would never do that.”
Hermione knew he was right. She didn’t want to be a pawn for Ron, using her as a means to make himself feel better. They hadn’t been happy in years, she just refused to believe it because what would others think if she wasn’t with Ron?
She was a strong and independent woman, but she knew that the press would turn against her. Labeling her as a cold, selfish, heartbreaker that only used others for her gain. But she was tired of putting her happiness to the side.
Hermione wasn’t going to let Ron Weasley dictate her life any longer.
“Okay.”
The smile that broke out on Draco’s face lit a fire inside of her. The crinkles by his bright eyes and the small dimple that formed on his cheek were all beautiful.
“Let’s get out of here.” And before she could turn to look back at her now ex-husband, they apparated with a pop.
~*~
They landed right outside of Draco’s flat and without a second thought they flew through the door. Lips locked in a bruising kiss as they tugged and pulled their clothes off each other.
She groaned as Draco slammed her back against a wall, covering her entire body with his. She could feel his hardness press against her stomach, she arched her back, pressing herself harder against him and into his touch.
As he trailed kisses down the column of her throat, she pushed off his shirt, scratching down his chest, feeling his muscles ripple under her touch. One hand grabbed onto her wrists pinning them above her. He caressed the sides of her body, whispering praises as he kissed her jaw.
Biting and sucking, he left a trail of love bites on her throat before roughly pushing down the top of her dress, exposing her bare breasts to his hungry gaze. He groaned before leaning down and enveloping a nipple into his warm mouth while his other hand pinched and pulled on the other nipple. Hermione whimpered as he bit down, sucking hard on the flesh before he reached down and pulled off her dress.
His hand trailed down before dipping into her knickers. He hissed as he gathered her wetness on his fingertip, “Gods, Hermione, you’re so fucking wet.”
Hermione whimpered as he removed his hand from her pussy, bringing his finger up to her parted lips. She lapped at the digit, sucking it into her mouth humming around it as he pushed it in deeper into her mouth.
He pulled his fingers from her mouth, tracing the edge of her knickers. Before she could stop him, he was ripping the delicate material off of her.
“Malfoy!”
“I’ll buy you more later, Granger.” He said and before she could even think to say anything else, her mind went blank as he slid one digit through her wet slit, pressing down lightly against the neglected bundle of nerves. He continued to trace soft circles around her clit, just enough to have her panting and aching for more.
“Please, Draco.”
“What do you want, Hermione?” She canted her hips forward, if only he’d press a little bit harder, she’d come undone for him. But before she could move any more his other hand pressed down on her hip, stopping any sort of movement. “I want you to tell me exactly what you want.”
“Touch me, Draco! I need you, your mouth, your fingers, your cock, anything! Just please touch me.” She gasped as he picked her up, her thighs wrapping around his waist as he walked up some stairs.
She trailed kisses along his jaw before kissing and biting along his racing pulse. Leaving her own mark on him.
He deposited her onto a soft bed and before she knew it he was kneeling on the floor pulling her towards the edge.
If one thing could be said about Draco Malfoy it was how talented his mouth was. From his quick wit and sarcasm to the way he was currently devouring her pussy as if it were his last meal.
“I’ve been dying to taste you,” he said, before slowly swiping his tongue through her wet slit.
Hermione grabbed onto his hair as his tongue moved and sucked on her clit. Pressing him down harder onto her. One arm pinning her waist down on the bed as the other pushed two fingers inside of her pumping and curled against her g-spot, sending blinding pleasure up her spine. And as she arched off the bed, gripping the sheets between her fingers she felt a rush of wetness coat her thighs.
“Fuck, Hermione,” As she looked down at him still kneeling between her legs, his face shining with her slick, she pushed herself up and pulled him into a searing kiss. Moaning as she tasted herself on his lips.
His fingers tangled in her hair before roughly pulling her away from his mouth. “You’re mine now Hermione and I don’t share. Weasley will have to live with the fact that he let you get away.”
She should have a problem with how possessive he was over her. She should have a problem with the way he made her feel despite being married. But she couldn’t find it in her to care. In that moment she needed him inside of her, fucking her like there was no tomorrow.
Without a second thought she pulled him onto the bed. Pushing him on his back, she straddled him. In seconds she opened his trousers, before pulling them off, leaving them both bare. Nothing stopping them from taking each other.
“I’m yours, just as much as you are mine,” She pumped his cock in her hands, before sliding the tip through her wet slit. Her hand guided him towards her entrance, pressing only the head inside of her, holding him there.
His breath was coming out in ragged pants as he held perfectly still, his fingers the only thing moving as he dug his-- most likely-- manicured nails into her thighs.
Inch by inch, she sank down onto his length, moaning as she felt him stretch her open once more. Sitting down firmly on his lap, cock buried deep inside of her she pushed back up before sinking back down.
She relished the burning in her thighs as she continued to bounce on his cock. The room was filled with their panting and moaning, along with the obscene sound of her wetness and the slapping of skin.
“Mine.” He growled as his hips snapped up into her.
Her response came out in a breathless moan. “Make me yours Draco.”
He flipped them over in a second, thrusting into her hard and fast. She cried out as teeth sunk down into her shoulder, the pain of the bite was eased by his tongue.
“That’s a good girl, you take my cock so well Hermione.”
“Gods, you’re so beautiful.”
“You’re too good for him, too good.”
“Fuck, you’re too good for me. But I’m keeping you Hermione. You are mine.”
Each sentence that he mumbled into her hair was punctuated by a hard thrust. She felt the walls of her pussy begin to flutter as he continued the almost brutal pace. Reaching down between them Draco rubbed fast circles around her clit, pushing her over the edge.
“That’s it Hermione, come for me.”
“Draco!” Her toes curled and her nails dug into his shoulder as she felt the blinding pleasure travel throughout her entire body.
Draco continued to thrust into her, riding out her orgasm, as he buried his face into her neck. Groaning her name as his thrusts stuttered, four more pumps and she felt as he came inside of her.
They lay panting, Draco’s weight a comfortable anchor to reality as she began to drift off into sleep. It wasn’t long before he grew soft and with a kiss to her temple, he moved off of her. She shivered as she felt the combination of their fluids drip out of her.
With a wave of his hand, they were both clean. She could feel him shuffling around the bed, moving things around before the mattress dipped once more and he was at her side. He pushed her onto her side and pulled her back flush against his chest.
“You’re staying right?” There was so much layered within that question. So many implications. As she twisted her head to look at him sleepily, she could see a nervous hesitance in his eyes.
Hermione leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips, burrowing deeper into his warmth.
“I’m staying.”