Spellbound (Dramione Smut Story)

Chapter Thirteen

Draco

I stepped out onto the platform. The women screamed and cheered, raising their hands above their heads. I tried for a smile, but only managed a grimace. This reminded me too much of her. The strobe lights kicked on, the fog catching their rays. Dramatic music played over my head.

I stepped forward, swaying my hips and holding my bulge, nodding a handsome smile at a girl in the audience. She fell to the floor in a faint. At the twentieth count, I raised my hand and rain fell from the ceiling, soaking me from head to toe. My hand ran down my front and gripped the bottom of my t-shirt, lifting it a fraction.

The crowd cheered. I forced a smile and tugged on my shirt from both ends. A dirty tear formed at the center, splitting the shirt in two. Girls screamed and stormed the stage, reaching out for the parts of the shirt. I casually threw the pieces into the crowd, satisfying the sea.

After a moment's concentration, I managed to Apparate in a puff of smoke to the front of the stage. Looking out into the audience's faces, I remembered Hermione. She had looked so startled, so out of place. The only reason she had been there in the first place was Weasley's coming out (predictable). I remembered how wide her brown eyes had been, how uncomfortable she had seemed, gripping to the sleeves of her blue sweater.

A flash of light caught by eye, and I was once again hovering over Hermione. Her nose was scrunched and her eyes were squeezed shut as I rocked her back and forth with each pelvic thrust. Her mouth was open, letting little moans slip past her lips every now and again. Her brown hair was splayed across the pillow as her hands traveled down my back. Beads of sweat ran down her cleavage crease and her cheeks flushed a humble pink.

Suddenly, the room changed. She was walking towards a white door, her fingers brushing against the brass knob before she turned abruptly. She let out a small cry, plastering herself against the door. "Draco?" she asked, her voice soft and sweet as ever. After a few moments of silence, she turned to face the door again, opening it. She walked through the doorway.

I was brought back to the present with a start. The water from the overhead sprinklers was cold and running down my back. I had fallen to my knees, clutching my sides. The crowd was growing quieter- they could tell something was wrong. I had to fix the situation, and fast.

I snatched my wand from my back pocket and magicked away my pants, showing off a black g-string. Slowly, I let myself sink onto all fours, swaying my hips downward into a grinding motion. The crowd became louder. My hips thrust forward slowly and seductively. I grew tired of the grinding motion- it reminded me too much of Hermione.

I opted instead to try something new. While my groin was close to the ground, I brought my feet together and leaned by chest closer to the ground. From there, I pushed myself up, repeated the same push-up for some time before also growing tired of that motion as well. My heart simply wasn't in stripping anymore.

From the lower position of the push-up, I brought by feet together and up to my chest, springing my lower body up into a hand stand, from which I bent over forwards and lifted my upper body up. The audience had lifted up a girl for me to see. I stepped up to her and took her outstretched hand, looking her square in the face.

She was beautiful. Her eyes were slim and brown with long eyelashes. She had long, flowing black hair and full, pink lips. Her skin was the color of a sweet hot chocolate, and her hands were dainty and petite. Looking into her brown eyes, my heart began to ache. They weren't the same. I couldn't love someone else so soon after. And no matter how beautiful this woman was, I doubted she could ever amount to Hermione Granger.

But this girl would have loved me for me, I reminded myself. Then again, Hermione did love me for me. She came back, after all, and the mask still didn't stick by itself. I scolded myself. Hermione had moved on. She would want me to do the same... right?