Dramione Oneshots

What Happened In The Library- ❤️‍🔥

Hermione was curled up in one of the comfy reading nooks in the library, immersed in a book of ancient runes. She was translating passages softly under her breath when suddenly a weight dropped onto her shoulder.

"Merlin's beard, Draco!" she gasped, jumping in surprise. But it was just her sneaky serpent of a boyfriend, getting cozy and making himself comfortable. He tucked his blond head against her and sighed contentedly.

"Read to me, love," Draco murmured, nuzzling her neck. Hermione shivered at the feel of his warm breath on her skin.

"I can't focus if you're distracting me so," she said, even as her traitorous hands came up to stroke through his silky hair. He hummed in pleasure.

"I'll be good, I promise. Just want to hear your lovely voice." Draco peered up at her through his lashes, eyes like quicksilver. Hermione knew she was defeated. With a long-suffering sigh, she gave in.

Settling back, she began to read the passage aloud slowly, enunciating each word carefully. Draco listened, playing with a lock of her hair as she continued to read.

As Hermione continued reading, Draco's hands began to wander more boldly. He gently traced patterns on her side, up and down, making her squirm. Though she tried to focus on the passage, her words started to come out breathier.

Draco could feel her heart beating faster under his touch. He dragged his hand around to the front of her jumper and lower, palm resting lightly on her stomach. Hermione's breath hitched as his fingers inched up under the fabric, teasing her skin.

"D-Draco," she gasped out in warning. "We're in the l-library." But she made no move to stop him, leaning into his caress instead. Draco hummed and nuzzled her neck, placing soft kisses along her sensitive pulse point.

"Keep reading, sweet," he breathed in her ear. "No one's here but us. Unless...you'd rather I focus my attentions elsewhere?" His hand drifted slightly higher, cupping her softly through the thin material of her bra.

Hermione's words dissolved into a soft moan as her eyes fluttered shut. The book fell from her limp fingers and thumped closed on the table. "Sod the reading," she declared passionately, twisting to crash her lips onto his.

Draco chuckled against her mouth, cradling her close as their kiss deepened enthusiastically. Draco smoothly turned Hermione until she straddled his lap, never breaking their soul-searing kiss. She ground down against his rapidly hardening length, drawing a guttural groan from deep in his throat. 

His hands roamed up her back, pressing her chest fully against his as their tonguesDueled for dominance. Hermione rocked her hips in an intoxicating rhythm, chasing the delicious friction. But Draco had other plans.

In one fluid motion, he stood while still cradling her, pinning her back against the wall. Hermione wrapped her legs tightly around his waist on instinct. Draco attacked her neck with biting kisses, sucking marks into her flush skin.

"You drive me wild, witch," he growled, grinding up into the heated core of her. Hermione could only moan helplessly in response, lost to the swirling storm of passion.

Draco's nimble fingers made quick work of the buttons on her shirt, baring her lace-clad breasts to his hungry gaze. He palmed one while his mouth closed around the other, drawing a taught nipple in a swirling motion that had Hermione seeing stars.

She rolled her hips against him in wild abandon, seeking release. But Draco was nothing if not patient in his sinful craft. He would worship every glorious inch of his lover's body, taking his sweet time to reduce her to a quivering, begging mess.

Draco continued lavishing attention on Hermione's breasts, tugging her bra down further to access every inch of creamy skin. She writhed atop him, breathless moans of his name falling from her parted lips in ragged succession.

"Draco, please," she gasped when she could take no more delicious torment. "I need you!"

Her pleading lit a fire in his mercury eyes. With a wave of his wand, the rest of their clothing vanished. Hermione shuddered at the feeling of his steely length pressed against her slick heat.

Draco lifted her effortlessly once more, turning to press her against a shelf. Books tumbled to the ground, forgotten. He gripped her thighs, spreading her wide to plunge inside her tight, velvety walls in one smooth stroke.

"Oh gods, yes!" Hermione cried out, nails digging into his shoulders at being so deliciously filled. Draco stilled for a moment, memorizing the exquisite feeling of being sheathed within her. Then he snapped his hips in a punishing rhythm, hitting that secret spot within her with each pass.

Hermione was lost to sensation, bouncing languidly on his cock as wave after wave of fiery pleasure consumed her. Draco let loose a string of filthy encouragements in her ear, amping her arousal higher.

"Come for me, darling," he breathed, thumb circling her swollen clit. That was all it took to send Hermione screaming over the edge, walls contracting deliciously around him. Draco followed with a primal groan, spilling hotly inside her quivering heat.

They slumped together, sated but still joined. Untangling themselves would have to wait - for now they basked in the afterglow, lost in a paradise all their own.