Seeing Through My Eyes (Dramione Fanfiction)

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Hermione woke in her bed with a start. She had been having a crazy dream. Ron was there and she was in her own body again. They were in Malfoy Manor and they were making out where she and Draco were. But something was different. Something was off. It just didn't feel right. She didn't enjoy it and she definitely wasn't aroused. Instead she felt.... dissatisfied. How stink.

Hermione ran her hands through her hair as she rolled over in her bed. She once had loved Ron. She thought that a part of her still truly did. So then why was her dream so...off?

She had never really given much thought as to how she felt about Ron these days. For one, she was trapped in an unbelievably arrogant, completely cocky purebloods body and had no idea how to get out. Two, Ron had hurt her. And brutally at that. It hurt for her to reflect on how much he meant to her because doing so, forced her to also address the fact that he hadn't once tried to make it right or apologize. Addressing that meant accepting that she didn't mean as much to him as he did to her. And regardless of what way you put it, that killed.

She sighed and tried to get out of bed.

As she pulled the covers off however, she was greeted by a truly solid sight.

"Oh shit!" She groaned. Her newly developed package was quite a handful today and stood at attention just waiting to be shown some er, attention.

It had been a whole two weeks since the incident with Draco and the 'rubbing one out' situation and she hadn't touched it in that way since. Most mornings she just ignored it till it went away. This of course meant she hung around in her room well after she had actually woken up.

She lay there, thinking about her dream. Then she thought about the actual kiss. She felt something twitch between her legs and she stared down wide-eyed.

With a raunchy sensation spreading throughout her body, she took a deep breath and pointed her wand at the door, locking it completely.

She lay back on the bed and slowly slipped Draco's silk boxers down over his stiff length. Her breathing quickened as she stared at it. She couldn't shake the feeling that she felt somewhat violating of his privacy.

As she wrapped one of her hands around it, she gasped. It felt like silk in her hand, yet completely solid at the same time. She began to stroke it and she closed her eyes so she couldn't see what she was doing.

A voice played out in her head. 'Don't look, just feel...do more of what feels good.' Without another thought, she sped up her pace until it became a fluid motion. Her breathing became heavy and she began to pant. She had to stiffle a moan or two as she felt herself reaching her climax.

Her eyes screwed up tight and her mouth quivered as she felt a huge release of pressure. She opened her eyes in time to see a spurt of white-ish goop splat on to her glistening abs.

"Ugh!" She said, just a little too loud.

She froze as she heard a stiffled laugh from the hallway on the other side of the door.

"Probably best to do that in the shower I forgot to mention." She heard her own voice say.

Face blazing in embarrassment she scourgified any remnants or evidence and whipped open the door. "You're disgusting! Draco Malfoy! It's not what you think."

Draco leaned against the wall smirking. "There you go again Granger. Being a 'not-so-bright' brightest witch of the age."

"How so?" She huffed, still trying to control her beet red face.

"Do I really have to point it out? Seems like I do. Fine. For one, my face on you resembles a Weasley relative. Two, I know the sound of my own stiffled moans anywhere. And three, you already knew what I was talking about before I even explained. Not so bright now eh?" His smirk grew wider and her face grew redder.