Fanfic One Shots

Draco

*** JK Rowling is queen, I do not own Harry Potter nor any of it's characters.***

It has been a long ass night. I sigh heavily as I begin to pull the pins out of my hair. My hair falls in soft waves, piece by piece down my back. Once the last pin is finally out, I begin removing my jewelry. This is the second ball at Malfoy Manor this month. I knew that the Malfoy name came with an ostentatious lifestyle, but this month has been one for the books. I love Draco Malfoy with all of my heart and would put up with anything for him. Including ridiculous balls in my home and countless social gatherings to get him the job at the ministry that he wants and to repair the Malfoy name. I know that I'm the only one that he has. His parents are both locked up in Azkaban for doing Voldemort's bidding during the war. He's trying to build new relationships and use the power that his name has to fight against wizards that are still prejudiced against muggle borns and half bloods. But, I wanted my husband to myself for one damn night.  We've only been out of Hogwarts two years, and only married for one. I just want to feel like a girl madly in love with a boy every now and then. With my jewelry stowed away I try to reach the top button of the back of my gown. The back is shear with buttons down to my waist. It's no use, I can't reach them. Draco had fastened them for me... I squeeze my thighs together at the thought of his hands on me. I grab my wand and with a small wave the buttons are unfastened. I peel the dress off and step out of it. With another wave of my wand the dress is hanging in the closet. I pull off my heels and leave them on the floor in front of our king size four poster bed. I'm left in my stockings and lacey underwear. I reach my arms up over my head and stretch. It feels wonderful after a night in those heels. I continue to stretch and then feel a warm hand splaying across my stomach. I jump a little as his other hand moves my hair to one side and his lips find my neck. His hand joins the other on my stomach, lightly stroking my belly with his fingertips. My hands reach behind me and find his neck. He continues to lightly kiss my neck, trailing his nose up and down the length of it. I take a deep, shuddering breath, exhaling quickly. His hands travel softly, slowly, up to my breasts.
"I've been thinking about getting you out of that dress all night. I wish I could have unfastened the buttons..." He trails off, gently suckling the base of my neck. I moan and feel him smirk as he starts kissing me again, his hands gently massaging my breasts. I take a step away from him.
"You could have taken it off for me if you had been up here a moment earlier."
"Darling, I'm finally starting to get on with the Potter's and the Weasley's. I had to give them a proper goodbye." He says pulling me close again.
"I know, I'm just tired. And annoyed with having to share you. I was going to take a bath. Join me?" I ask.
"I'd love to." He says and kisses my lips, walking me backwards toward the bathroom. I feel my backside hit the counter and he pushes the bulge in his pants against me. He groans as he runs his tongue across my bottom lip. I grant him access and he explores my mouth greedily.
One of his hands winds my hair into his fist, the other returns to massaging my breast. He gently tugs on my hair, tilting my head up to kiss me more deeply. I moan into his mouth at the feeling of him pressed against me and massaging me so sweetly. I reach up and grab the lapels of his jacket and pull him even closer. I push my crotch back into his. He pulls away as he moans. He looks into my eyes with his signature smirk.
"Careful, Mrs. Malfoy, you'll unman me. And there is too much that I want to do to you tonight for that."
He walks to our oversized tub and sits on the edge. I stay where I am leaning against the counter and admire my husband. His platinum blonde hair and piercing grey eyes. How delicious he looks in his midnight blue, slim cut suit. He reaches over to turn on the faucet and I watch his slender fingers turn the knobs and add my favorite vanilla oil into the bath. My eyes travel up his long arms to his chest, down his torso, down his long legs. Gone is the gangly boy that I knew at Hogwarts. Now a lean, muscled, elegant, beautiful man is in front of me, drawing a bath for the two of us.
"If you're quite done ogling me, I'd like to take a bath now." He says with that smirk.
"I will never tire of ogling you, my love." I sigh.
He gets up and stands before me again. He pecks me sweetly on the lips before slowly sinking to his knees. He slowly peels the stocking off of my right leg. He kisses down my leg as the skin is exposed. My breath hitches in my chest. He grabs my leg behind my knee and lifts it up, turning slightly so he can extend it. He keeps his eyes locked on mine as he pulls it completely off. He repeats the process on the left. Then, agonizingly slow, he pulls down my panties and tosses them on top of my stockings. He places his hands on my hips and kisses my stomach, right below my belly button. It causes me to shiver. He smiles as he stands up, keeping his hands on my hips. He rubs small circles into them with his thumbs as he gives me another brief kiss just on the corner of my mouth. He gives me a breathtaking smile and then kisses my forehead. His hands leave my hips and reaches for something behind me on the counter. He places a hair tie between his teeth and starts to gather my hair. He ties it into a messy bun and gives me one last kiss on the forehead.
"Get in." He whispers.
His voice drips with authority. I love this about him. I do as I'm told and step into the bath. I sink into the water and let out a sigh. The hot water against my skin and the smell of vanilla wafting around me helps me to relax.
"I thought you were joining me, Draco?" I ask as I look up at him. He's leaning against the counter where I was standing just a moment ago.
"It's my turn to ogle." He says with a smile. "You look breathtaking."
I blush at his compliment. I don't think I'll ever stop blushing at his compliments. I'll never understand why he wanted me out of everyone else in this world. I was a Gryffindor and I'm a muggle born for Merlin's sake. These thoughts come to a complete standstill as he starts to remove his jacket. I swallow as it hits the floor and he's left in a white button up. I can see every muscle move beneath the thin fabric. Fuck, he is so sexy. He slowly removes his cuff links and starts on the buttons. He smirks at the look on my face.
"Like what you see, Mrs. Malfoy?"
"Fuck, yes." I say dryly.
His smirk falters at my response, I don't typically use that type of language.
"Ah, is that the type of night you want?" He asks as his amused expression returns.
"Please." I whisper
"I'll see what I can do."
He's finally got his damn shirt off. My lips part at the sight of his strong shoulders, bare chest, toned stomach, and the v of his hips showing just over the waistband of his pants. I want to run my tongue across it. He's doing this intentionally, taking his time to tease me. His belt hits the floor and he leans back against the counter again to kick off his shoes. He makes short work of his socks but goes back to the same torturous pace as before to take off his pants. He finally steps out of them. I expect him to take off his boxer briefs but he looks at me for a moment.
"I fancy a glass of wine, do you?" He asks
I'm about to use another expletive in my response to tell him no but he beats me to it.
"I'll be right back."
And he disappears from the bathroom.
I lean my head back against the tub and groan. My core is aching with need. I never thought that I could want someone so much. That I could need someone so much. I'm pondering this when I feel his lips on my temple. My eyes flutter open and he's holding two glasses and a bottle of chilled red wine. He sets them on the counter and he slowly peels off his briefs. I take in the sight of my husband, gloriously naked in front of me. My eyes linger on his growing length. He pulls the stopper out of the bottle and pours some into each glass. He finally walks over to the tub and hands me a glass.
"Scoot forward." He commands.
I do immediately and he steps in and sits down behind me. I scoot back and settle onto him. I sigh as our skin comes into contact and take a sip of my wine. He crosses his ankles over mine and sips his wine. I hear him set his glass on the floor, then his hands are on my shoulders, massaging them gently. I moan softly at the feeling.
"Harder, Draco." I say as I let my free hand rest on his thigh.
"I don't think that will be the last time that I hear that tonight." He whispers into my ear as he applies more pressure to my shoulders.
I inhale sharply and I impulsively squeeze his thigh. I was not expecting that. I hear him chuckle behind me.
"Is that too hard?"
"No." I whisper.
I don't need to see him to know that he's smirking. It's embarrassing how much he effects me. His hands move to my neck and I moan again, louder this time. I take another sip of wine. Then a gulp. He continues to work his magic on my neck and I can feel the rest of the tension from the ball this evening melt away. Before I know it I've drained my glass. I look over and see that the bottle is on the floor next to us. I set my glass down and reach for the bottle.
"Not too much, love." Draco says, pulling my hand back. "You know that it doesn't take much for you to get drunk. And you had some at the ball already."
I comply and lean my head back against his chest,
"Good girl." He murmurs as he kisses my temple. He begins to massage down my arms and I'm in heaven, the ache in my core all but forgotten. His fingertips brush down my arms and then back up and his hands find my breasts. He tweaks my already erect nipples and my back arches off of him. He gives them a gentle squeeze before they continue traveling down. They gently make their way down my belly and then run across my inner thighs. I suck in a breath and let it out quickly as he massages them.
"Draco, please." I whimper.
I'm aching for him to touch me and he knows it.
"Patience, baby." He whispers into my ear and kisses my neck as he continues to touch everywhere but my sex. I cry out as an index finger runs from the bottom of my slit to the top. His feather light touch is maddening. He continues this and I can feel my skin becoming flushed, a fine sheen of sweat covering my forehead. One of his hands travels back up my stomach and finds my breast, taking the nipple between his thumb and index finger. I cry out again as my back arches, pushing my breast into his hand. He's still teasing me under the water with his other hand, only running his index finger up and down my slit, not even parting me. Then, he slowly sinks his index finger into me, only to his knuckle and slowly pulls it back out before pushing it back in just as slowly.
"You're going to drive me mad, Draco." I say, my voice much too shrill for my liking.
He on the other hand loves it judging by the twitch I feel in my back.
"Just a little longer, love." He whispers into my ear, gently nipping at the lobe.
He continues his torturous pace with his finger but adds a second. I moan at the fuller feeling in my core. My hips move of their own accord trying to push his fingers deeper into me. He increases the pressure of his legs on mine keeping me still. I groan in frustration and hear Draco chuckle.
"Suffered enough?" He asks.
"Please." I whisper, praying that he'll take pity on me.
"I think so." He says roughly, pushing his fingers all the way into me. He starts to pump into me at a steady pace, kissing my neck and massaging my breast at the same time. He curls his fingers as he pushes them inside of me, causing them to hit that oh so sweet spot, and straightens them as he pulls them out. He bites down softly on my neck as my legs begin to quiver. He notices and starts to circle my clitoris as he's pumping in and out of me.
"Fuck, Draco." I cry out and grip the sides of the tub, my pelvis pushing into his hand.
"Shit, baby, you're so sexy." His voice is husky in my ear.
He has his nose in my hair, I can feel his warm breath on my ear. I'm so close. His teeth softly graze the shell of my ear and I'm spiraling out of control. I moan his name and my back arches off of his chest as I climax. I sink back onto him as my body convulses through my orgasm. I'm still breathing heavily as he rests his hands on my stomach, softly kissing my temple. I get my breathing under control and rest my hands on his thighs.
"Was that worth it?" He whispers.
"Yes." I breathe. "I want more though." I say, turning my head to look at him.
"Good. I'm not finished with you yet." He says, kissing my cheek.
He moves to stand and I shift forward. I admire him again, water droplets falling down his body, his member fully extended, his handsome face. He grabs a towel and wraps it around his waist.
"Enough ogling, Mrs. Malfoy. I can't wait to be inside of you." He says with a wink as he grabs a towel for me. I stand and look at him wide eyed with pink cheeks. I love when he talks to me like this. He smirks at me as he wraps me in the towel, pulling me close and kissing me deeply. He walks me backwards into our bedroom. His hands are suddenly gripping my shoulders, pushing me away from him.
"Dry off and sit on the edge of the bed with your eyes closed." He commands softly.
I'm incapable of speaking at the moment so I give a shaky nod with wide eyes. A small smirk plays on his lips and he kisses my temple before disappearing into our closet. I quickly dry off and perch on the edge of the bed as I was told. I shut my eyes and try to hear what he's doing. My fingers lightly scratch my thighs in anticipation of what's going to happen next. I hear his footsteps across the hardwood floor.
"Keep your eyes shut, love." He says softly next to my ear. His teeth graze the shell of my ear as he pulls away. I sigh as a shiver runs through my body and hear him chuckle. His fingertips are suddenly running over my breasts and my back arches automatically, pushing them into his palms as a small moan passes my lips. My eyes flutter open and meet his.
"I'll help you keep them closed then if you can't on your own." He whispers as he reaches behind me.
With a flick of his wand an invisible blindfold covers my eyes. Next, he gently pushes me back and positions me on the bed. He grabs my right hand and ties something silky around my wrist, then attaches it to the headboard. He repeats the same on my left. I feel his hands on my ankles pulling me down until there is no slack in my restraints. The bed dips slightly as he crawls his way up my body, softly kissing me as he goes. He gently lays the length of his body on top of mine and I can feel his stiff member against my thigh. I take a deep breath as he runs his nose up my jaw and into my hair.
"Your scent is intoxicating." He murmurs against my lips, I feel his cock twitch against me as he kisses me deeply. When he pulls away I'm breathless.
"Darling, right now, I have no desire to be romantic with you. Right now, I want to spank the shit out of you and then fuck you, hard and fast. He whispers into my ear in a husky voice that makes me whimper.
"Please, Draco." I whisper.
As much as I love my husband and love being locked in a passionate embrace with him as he tenderly makes love to me, it's not what I want right now either. Our lives have been nothing but being elegant hosts and polite guests at endless social gatherings. Having our every move watched and analyzed. And I want nothing more than to have this man throw me around a little bit to break the tension.
"Please what?" He asks roughly, grabbing my hips tightly, latching onto my ear lobe and pulling it sharply.
I cry out as he pushes his erection against me, it's hard to assimilate all of these feelings while I'm tied up and blind. I gasp as he grabs my hair and yanks it a bit, tilting my head up.
"Please what?" He growls again.
I feel my stomach tighten at the sound of his voice, I want him so badly.
"Fuck me, please, Draco." I say, tears pooling in my eyes. I look in the direction of his face with unseeing eyes pleading with him.
"I don't want you to be gentle either, I need this too." I tell him, I can feel the tears spilling over onto my cheeks.
I can feel my core aching from my need for him. Suddenly, I can see again, my eyes focus on his face. His eyes are soft as he sets his wand down again. He gently wipes my tears away with his thumbs. The gesture makes my heart swell. He leans down and kisses each eye and then my lips lightly.
"We'll see what I can do to take care of you, then." He says, his words full of promise.
I shiver at the expression that forms in his eyes. I watch as he slides back down the bed and grabs my ankles. With a small smirk he twists me sharply and I'm laying on my stomach.
"On your knees." He commands, the authority ringing clear in his voice again.
I feel my clit throb at the sound. I do as I'm told and am kneeling on the bed, waiting for whatever will happen next. I jump slightly at the feel of his fingertips running up my spine. When he gets to my neck he pushes me down so that my ass is in the air. He inhales sharply, I can feel his eyes raking over me.
"You look positively alluring like this." He whispers in that husky voice again. "If it gets to be too much, if I hurt you, promise you'll tell me to stop." He says.
"I will." I breathe, anticipating what is about to happen. I let my head fall to rest on the bed. I see him come into view and kneel next to me on my left side. A warm hand begins to rub and massage my bottom, my back arching slightly at his touch. I hear him chuckle softly as his other hand rests on my neck.
"Are you ready?" He asks.
"Yes." I whisper.
He continues to rub my backside. Rough sex is nothing new to us. But this? This is uncharted territory. My breath hitches in my throat as his hand leaves my body. It comes back down with a sharp smack and I gasp. His hand begins rubbing and massaging me again. He didn't hit me that hard, it sounded worse than it was. But I liked it, I can tell he did too by his breathing. His hand goes up again and comes back down with a blow to the other cheek. This time I moan quietly. Another blow closer to my thigh and I can't help the moan that tumbles from my lips and I hear a groan escape his. I want more. I tilt my head to the side and look at him.
"Draco, harder." I whimper.
The hand that was caressing my bottom stills. His eyes meet mine, asking if I'm sure.
"Please." I beg.
He turns back to my ass and begins rubbing it gently. His hand is gone and then comes back with much more force than before. I cry out and my back arches, funnily enough, I can feel some of the tension leaving my body.
"Was that too much?" He asks worriedly.
"No, again." I say quickly.
His eyes lock onto mine and I see wonder there. I stare into his eyes as he prepares to spank me again. His hand comes down again and I moan, unrestrained, eyes rolling back into my head. I keep my eyes closed as I absorb what I'm feeling, like I'm doing something slightly forbidden, but it feels so fucking right. I hear him groan in pleasure at how much I'm enjoying this. He continues to spank me, gently rubbing my backside between the blows. He gives me another blow, harder than any of the others and I feel myself cum. My muscles, convulsing, I moan out his name over and over and feel him catch me as I start to slump over.
What the hell? I think to myself. I can feel him looking at me. I slowly meet his gaze wide eyed, blushing crimson. His eyes are wide too, I blush more deeply and look away. He lifts my head back up and looks into my eyes, his own showing understanding.
"It's ok." He says and smiles at me before kissing me.
The kiss deepens and brings us back into our previous mood. I forget my embarrassment as he bites my lip.
"Draco, fuck me." I tell him.
"With pleasure." He whispers into my ear.
I feel him position himself behind me, the head of his throbbing member pushing at my entrance. He grabs my hips and then slams into me, burying himself to the hilt. His breath hisses past his teeth and I inhale sharply. He stills for just a moment so I can adjust. Then he pulls out of me and slams back into me, establishing a rhythm. I begin to push back against him, matching his tempo.
"Fuck, Hermione." He groans as he grips my hips tighter.
My name on his lips makes me moan again, louder. One of his hands leaves my hips and I feel it find my clitoris. He begins to rub small circles into it at a quick pace. A scream escapes my lips, this is too much, the building sensation from my clit and the spot that he's hitting square on within me with each thrust. I feel as though I'll combust.
"Draco, I can't it's too much." I whimper, my voice shrill to my own ears.
"Yes you can, just feel it." He growls, picking up the tempo again.
Suddenly, he's completely gone. I feel empty without him, but then I am on my back. And he's untying my restraints. He grabs one leg and leans it against his shoulder. He rams back into me and begins his punishing rhythm again. One hand holds my leg up, the other going back to my clit, the sensations pick up right where they left off. I can feel my insides quivering as he continues to hit that spot with the head of his member.
"Oh my God, Draco." I cry out, "Harder, baby, please." I beg.
I've given into my fate, feeling myself coming closer and closer to the edge. His pace slows but he begins bucking into me harder. He moans louder than I've ever heard and it pushes me closer.
"Are you close?" He asks in a strained voice. Sweat glistens on his forehead, his hair sticking to it. He gives me a particularly hard thrust and my back arches as I moan loudly. I'm so close.
"Yes." I whimper.
One of my hands grabs his arm that is holding my leg, my nails digging into his skin.
"Fuck." He hisses.
I moan again just at how sexy he sounds as he continues to thrust into me.
"Look at me." He urges me, "Keep your eyes on mine, I want to see you." He chokes out before another moan. I can see how hard he's trying to hold on for me, I'm right at the edge. He picks up his tempo again, thrusting in, out, in, out...
My insides and my legs begin to quiver, the sensations deep within me and in my clit coming to a head.
"Come on Hermione." He growls and with that I'm flying. My walls convulse around him violently as tears spill from my eyes but I keep them locked on his. I continue to moan his name as I think I'm coming back down, but then another orgasm hits me from his ministrations to my clit, I feel him thrust faster, pushing my orgasm on. He releases my leg and bends down, an elbow on either side of my head as he continues to thrust into me deeply as he stares into my eyes.
"Fucking hell, Hermione." He grunts as I watch him fall apart above me, causing another orgasm to rip through me as he continues to thrust into me, riding out his own. I feel him shudder with each gentle thrust, whimpering slightly as the sensation runs through him. I clench my walls around him and watch his eyebrows knit together, moaning lightly. I reach up and pull his face to mine, clenching around him again. He moans louder into my mouth. I smile against his lips and do it again. A very un-Malfoy like sound escapes his lips as he leans his forehead against mine. He continues to slowly, gently thrust into me.
"Shit," he whimpers, "Please don't stop." He whispers, his eyes closed as they scrunch together.
I feel my stomach tighten at his words. I grab his hips and start to meet his thrusts, circling my hips and clenching around him as our hips meet. He lowers his head and buries his nose into my neck as he continues to whimper and mewl at what he is feeling. The raw, vulnerable state that he is in, unashamedly before me makes my heart swell. I love this man so much. I feel a wetness on my neck and know that there are tears in his eyes. I clench around him again, harder this time and he moans as a shudder rips through him. He leans up and looks at me as he begins to move a bit faster but just as gentle as before. I clench around his member with each thrust. He cradles my head and leans down and kisses me as we make love. I can feel a dull ache building within me and know that I will cum again. I moan into his mouth, kissing him back with everything in me. He begins to moan my name softly, over and over and I feel him shaking, tears streaming down his face at the intensity of what he's feeling. He leans his forehead against mine again and we look into each other's eyes. His thrusts are getting faster. My moans are tumbling out of my mouth as he pushes me closer.
"Baby, I'm about to lose it." He whimpers through clenched teeth.
"Me too." I whisper.
He thrusts faster and deeper and we cum together. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper into me as we ride out our climax. I unwrap my legs from around his waist and rub my fingertips up and down his back softly. He regains control of his breathing and slowly slides out of me. He lays on his side next to me and rolls me to face him, pulling me against him. I look at him shyly, a slight blush coloring my cheeks.
"What is it?" He asks with a smile.
"That was amazing." I tell him, looking at his lips instead of his eyes.
"Look at me." He says softly, "Don't be embarrassed. Things happened to both of us that never have before." He says with a smile.
I smile back thinking of the vulnerable state that he was in before me just moments ago. He pulls me closer and wraps me in his arms.
"I love you, so much." I whisper.
"And I you." He whispers back.
"Well, if this is what I have to look forward to, we can go to as many balls as you like." I tease.
He chuckles and leans in to kiss me again.