The Fractured Flame | Draco Malfoy Love Story

Chapter Thirty Five: Alihotsy - Mature Read

Granger glanced over at the clock, "Ah. I have to be at the Ministry early tomorrow." She looked at him shyly, "Do you want to stay the night?"

Does he want to stay the night? As if he could ever say no to her.

"I'll pack up the food for you to take as lunch tomorrow. Go transfigure me some sleep pants." He patted her arse lightheartedly and she smiled brightly, kissing his cheek before walking over to her bedroom.

The fucking sway of her hips... He was half convinced she was doing it on purpose, but he wasn't sure.

Draco glanced up at the ceiling. Whatever Muggle deity was listening, he prayed for them to help him make the right decisions when it came to her. He'd lost a lot of people and his own morals during the war, but he couldn't lose her.

Not her.

Not ever.

Alihotsy - Mature Read

Hermione woke up before Draco which was astonishing considering he'd woken up once at 2:53 a.m. and another time at 3:18 a.m. from nightmares. She was exhausted honestly. Not only because of the interrupted sleep, but because her body was entirely too aware of his tonight. Falling asleep in the first place had been a complicated process.

Why more so than usual?

Because the bloody prat begged her to keep the lingerie on and she listened.

Partially.

The corset was gone because it was tight on her, but that left her in a black brassier, knickers, and stockings. The alarm clock hadn't gone off and she waved her hand to turn it off. 4 a.m. was an obnoxious time to wake up to, but she planned on rewarding him for agreeing to her term of the negotiation process.

That and she wanted him to think of her today.

Hermione felt her cheeks heat up with warmth at what she was about to do, but she doubted he'd mind. In fact, she knew this was partially in his wet dream about her. The impish witch evanesco'd his briefs, revealing that in his sleep, he was half hard. She casted a warming charm quietly that way the wizard wouldn't stir when his legs were suddenly cold from the loss of the blanket.

She settled carefully in between his legs and glanced up briefly. His chest was rising and falling peacefully with a sound look on his face. He wasn't having a nightmare and hopefully he would think he was lucid dreaming soon enough. There was a new moon tonight which didn't allow for any moonlight to light up the room, but she snapped her fingers to light the scented candle by the bed. It allowed for a small flame to illuminate the room slightly. Enough so that the Slytherin would see his Gryffindor with his cock in her mouth.

A blush warmed on her cheeks again, but she leaned down before she could wimp out. She started with slow licks up and down his shaft while she kept her eyes on his face. After a few sweeps, his eyebrows drew together slightly and his breathing went uneven. However, he was still asleep.

Hermione flattened her tongue, dragging it across the tip which made a sleepy, erotic noise escape his lips and he shifts his hips to better accommodate her. That was it as he stayed asleep.

Impatient, the witch placed her hands on the V indentation of his hips, and took him into her mouth. She controlled her breathing through her nose and hollowed her cheeks to apply more pressure. Draco's hands twitched and now he was fully hard. She couldn't fit him in her mouth and relied on her hand that wrapped around the base.