The Same Heart
Story: The Same Heart
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Author: Anathema
Authorlink: http://members.adult-fanfiction.org/profile.php?no=25095
Last updated: 03/18/2008
Words: 1784
Rating: Adult++
Status: Unknown
Content: Chapter 1 to 1 of 1 chapters
Source: Adult-FanFiction.org
Summary: Just the sound of his name on her lips caused his already throbbing erection to swell to even more painful proportions. A small groan escaped his lips before he could stop it and a wicked grin lit up the features of the witch underneath him BDSM, HJ, Language, M/F, Oneshot, Oral, PWP
*Chapter 1*:
Title: The Same Heart
Author: Anathema
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own the Potterverse charcters. If I did, why in the blue hell would I be posting online?
Length: One shot in two parts
Wincing at the bright sunlight coming through the open window, Draco Malfoy gave a low groan. His head felt as though a thousand Hippogriffs were tap dancing across his brain and his mouth tasted like he'd drank a gallon of bubotuber pus. Moving slowly, so as not to entice the dancing hippogriffs to go any faster, the Malfoy heir rolled over slinging an arm out in the process. Something soft and thick met his touch, something that distinctly felt like a woman's long, luxurious hair.
Frantically Draco searched his mind for memories of the night before. Right. Went to Blaise's bachelor party. Had a few firewhiskeys...damn! What happened next? The blonde's fingers idley played with the silky smooth hair belonging to the woman next to him. He couldn't quite bring himself to glance over and see who he'd obviously shagged the hell out of the night before. Before he could bring himself to start remembering any more about his apparently busy night, he reached blindly next to the bed, where he knew he always kept a bottle of hang over potion in the bedside drawer. Without cracking an eye he popped the cork on the bottle and downed it's contents, wincing at the bitter aftertaste the potion left. Immediately his mind started to clear and bits and pieces from the night before began to slowly formulate in his mind.
After Blaise's bachelor party he and several of his former classmates had gone down to the local muggle pub to get even more shitefaced. Draco rubbed at the back of his head, as if trying to force the memories out. Ah. That's right...he'd met some girl that had reminded him of...well, someone he'd once known, and he had procceeded to charm the pants off of her. Literally, if the smooth expanse of naked leg peeking out from under the sheet were to be believed. With the trademark Malfoy smirk firmly in place, Draco scooted himself up to the headboard to lean against it and look over at the woman next to him.
She certainly had a lot of hair. It covered even the side view of her face, which was all that was visible due to the fact that the witch was lying on her stomach, facing away from him. Draco leaned his head back against the headboard with a deep sigh. No, it wasn't the first time he'd picked up a woman for a one night stand. But it was the first time that he A.) had let one spend an entire night in his bed and B.) began to wonder if maybe he wasn't growing weary of his playboy lifestyle. Blaise was the last one of his friends that was single and even that was changing next Saturday. He was left alone; Crabbe having married Daphne Greengrass two years ago, Goyle marrying Hannah Abbott three months ago and Pansy having married Ron Weasley just last week. Draco shuddered once again at the thought of his childhood friend married to a Weasley. While he had changed sides and fought along side the Order and it's members during that infamous battle at Hogwarts their seventh year, he still wasn't exactly 'best friend' material to Wonder Boy and the Weasel. He tolerated them as much as they tolerated him, even going so far as to have a standing quidditch match every month at Malfoy Manor. But it was at one of those impromptu matches that Pansy had started talking to the Weasel and a little less than a year later they were married.
It was only natural, Draco told himself, that since he was thinking of two of the Golden Trio, he should think of the third. Hermione Granger had been the bane of his existence his first couple of years at Hogwarts. It was during third year, when she'd clocked him over what his father had done to that stupid hippogriff Buckbeak, that his feelings for the bushy-haired witch had taken a dramatic change. Draco had found himself watching for the muggleborn at every opportunity. His eyes automatically sought her out in the Great Hall at mealtimes and during their shared Arithmancy, Charms and Potions classes. It wasn't until his defection from the Dark Lord that he and Granger had even shared a civilized word. The summer he spend at Grimmauld Place, between his sixth and seventh year, had been a real eye opener for the son of former Death Eaters. Within the first week he and Hermione had taken to sitting in the library every evening after dinner and discussing different battle tactics. Well, arguing more like it, Draco thought with a grin.
Shaking his head as if to clear it of memories, the former Slyherin Sex God glanced over at the now moving witch on his left. Sliding back underneath the sheet, he smirked as he slid up against the soft, naked back of the witch. Might as well get in a 'Good Morning' shag, he thought as the brunette witch started to stir. He nuzzled the hair away from her neck, exposing it to his mouth and tongue as his hands made whispering carresses down her sides. A small moan spurred Draco on even further, urging him to press his morning erection against the firm bottom of the woman next to him. Closer proximity to her heightened his senses. He inhaled deeply the fragrance that lingered in the warm chestnut curls spread out on his pillows. Hhhmmm....lavendar and vanilla. Lavendar and vanilla. Lavendar....and vanilla?!?Simultaneously, Draco's sense of smell and his memories from the night before came flooding back. He knew of only one person who had Snape brew a special shampoo and conditioner to tame her wild curls, and that shampoo and conditioner had smelled like lavendar and vanilla.
Draco gingerly sat up and with a trembling hand, gently moved the curls away from the face of the witch he'd spent the night shagging silly. Warm golden skin smoothed across a face that was peaceful in it's repose. A light dusting of almost indiscernable freckles dotted the bridge of her small, slightly upturned nose. The blush colored rosebud lips were parted and expelled her breath lightly, barely disturbing the lock of hair trapped under her head. Eyelashes black as soot rested soft as butterfly wings against cheeks flushed from sleep.
Merlin's shriveled left nut, Draco thought with something akin to panic, I shagged Granger!
The thought had no sooner entered his mind than the witch in question rolled over, sleepily rubbing her eyes and yawning delicately. She stretched, then slowly gave her eyes time to adjust to the bright sunlit room before glancing around and finally landing on a naked Draco Malfoy. But instead of the ear splitting screech he had braced himself to hear, he was astounded when, a husky voiced Granger said, "Ah. I'm having that dream again." And proceeded to latch onto his lips as if she were determined to crawl inside him and take up permanent residence.
Draco, telling himself that he was only a red blooded male after all, reciprocated nibbling on her full lower lip and tugging it softly down to allow his tongue to mate with hers. Mouths explored, as did hands, legs and feet and it wasn't long before Draco found himself on top of his former nemesis. Vaguely he registered the smooth warmth of her bare skin sliding along his torso as he worked diligently to leave his mark at the juncture of Hermione's neck and shoulder. It wasn't until he felt a tiny palm grip his throbbing erection and give an experimental tug that he remembered what was going on.
"Gr-kiss - an- kiss - ger!" He tugged gently on the hand that was quickly making him lose all rationale and pinned it next to her head. An animalistic growl left Hermione's throat and she started to reach for him again, when he pinned her other arm across from it's opposite. Honey colored eyes stared heatedly into mercury grey ones and slowly the passion that had overridden the former Head GIrl started to dissolve from her eyes. In it's place Draco saw confusion, shock and...was that humor?
"Well, apparently it wasn't a dream," Hermione said, something of a chuckle in her husky voice. Giving Draco what could only be described as a "Naughty" look, she slowly slid her tongue around her kiss swollen lips. "What's the matter Draco?" Just the sound of his name on her lips caused his already throbbing erection to swell to even more painful proportions. A small groan escaped his lips before he could stop it and a wicked grin lit up the features of the witch underneath him. She wiggled luxuriously between his Quidditch hardened body and the 2000 thread count egyptian silk sheets, encouraging him to press down harder against her. "Don't you want a repeat of last night's performance?"
Is she trying to fucking kill, me?! Draco wondered. A particularly pleasurable wiggle had him grinding his teeth against the sensations as he tried to find his voice to answer the siren's question.
"Granger - Hermione -- "
"C'mon Draco," she purred, rubbing harder against his erection, causing both to let out excited gasps. "Don't you want to know what it's like without a gallon of firewhiskey pumped through your veins?" She suddenly leaned up and licked a wet trail from the base of Draco's throat to the corner of his mouth. Unable to stop himself, he leaned down into the kiss, sucking Hermione's tongue into his mouth and fully exploring her unique flavor. His tongue caressed every crevice, every spot it could reach, urging her's to do the same. A battle of dominance ensued with Draco emerging the victor. He raised his head to look into lust filled amber eyes and his trademark Malfoy smirk suddenly crossed his features.
"Alright Granger. If that's what you want...I'll fuck you until you can't sit for a month - much less walk."
A mirror image of Draco's smirk found it's way to Hermione's face as she eased out of his grasp and brought her arms up to encircle his neck, drawing him closer to her.
"Promise?"
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Author's Note: Hello all. Yes, I know I haven't updated "Total Eclipse" in forever. But this little plot bunny showed up in a dream the other night and I figured I'd get it out. Now that I have, my muses have returned and I should be working on T.E. and have a new chapter up very soon.
This story is a one-shot done in two parts. Why? Because I can. And that's the way I roll. ^__~