Dramione textfic | Muggle AU | Hermione is a chalet girl | Draco is a rich guest on vacation | French Alps aesthetic | side NottPott | things will get heated NSFW warning ⚠️ | polls throughout - adventure fic | help me name this thing 💕
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Poll #4 - Does Hermione start working on Sunday, one day early?
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Can he do this? Can he sleep with the witch who drives him mad with endless longing? Can he have sex with her knowing that it isn’t only him that she wants?
“—I need you,” she’s saying though her eyes flick between three sets, not one.
Draco’s bed, defining his perfect image of her, but her hands wander over her own skin for more than only his pleasure.
Potter is the first to crawl onto the bed alongside her. He’s the first to promise his body while his lips tease hers apart.
Theo is next. He follows his
boyfriend diligently and lets Granger unbuckle his belt and dive her hands inside to find the treasure within.
Potter massages her bare breasts, perky and flushed, while he rolls his hips, letting her feel the affects of her seduction upon her thigh. Draco feels like an
Draco and Theo’s soft voices, touch and praise were a treasure to Hermione who only suffered selfish lovers before them.
The time they spent on seducing her mind with a gentle caress and a whisper of promise, a held hand and a kiss to her neck, before engaging in higher levels of intimacy was unparalleled.
They knew that a woman’s heart was the key to her pleasure and coaxed out of her only the
most intense feeling when it was thoroughly nurtured first.
Draco would smooth his large palm over the curve of her back, exhale softly and drink her in, perfections and all, shivering her skin before pulling himself from his trousers.
To hype myself back up for writing #panvillew4h, I’ll post a mini (stop me if it gets long) textfic tomorrow.
It’s Dramione.
They’re roommates.
E -> L.
Hermione is pregnant but the baby isn’t Draco’s.
Draco is a simp and a goof.
He’s a sex worker tho.
Chaos and kinks.
But blocking images of Hermione Granger’s various states of undress was more difficult a task than passing NEWT level Divination.
On Monday, the peek he gained of her ankles had been enough to turn him breathless.
On Tuesday, the witch had tortured him with thoughts of kissing
the nape of her neck and those plump earlobes that he needed to sink his teeth into.
Wednesday? Oh, it was a triple whammy. A petite wrist, perfumed to perfection, curving deliciously as she’d turned a page of her book. Not two minutes later, her full lips had quirked to one
But with a man like their Counsellor watching them, pushing them forward, driving Harry to depths he’d never once reached alone, he had to prove that he could do more than make love to the beautiful witch enveloping him.
He needed to show that he could fuck her just as Malfoy—
—wanted.
So Harry covered Hermione’s tight body with his, pushing himself deeper inside of her until she whimpered in a way that spurred him on.
He pumped his hips against hers, stuffing her desperate core so well that Harry wished he could stay wrapped in her love forever.
Until Malfoy snapped his fingers an inch from Harry’s face before cupping his jaw in the palm of his large hand.
“Today is all about /listening/, Potter,” he drawled, turning Harry’s face harshly so that he could watch the way Hermione’s hips swayed as she walked into the room.
“Listening… and obeying. And you want to obey me, don’t you?”
She took a seat at the end of a plush king-sized bed, stretching back her arms like she deserved a luxury like this everyday. And it was true. Malfoy could give it to her. He could give her a great deal.