drabble // nsfw , deatheater!draco , dubcon

“It must be such a disappointment.”

She felt his smirk against the skin of her neck and she winced. Every fiber of her being itched to pull away.

But she had agreed.

His hands found her breasts, cupped them and lifted them high. “Such a disappointment, to be sold by your friends for information.”

He tugged her earlobe between his teeth.

“And not even anything important,” Draco snorted, fingers coming to pinch and twist at her nipples until she gasped. “I gave them Snyde’s whereabouts for you.”

drabble // nsfw

“Are you done fighting me?”

She had pretended not to hear the slide of the shower door. Just like she was pretending she was still mad at him for his suggestion.

“I meant what I said, Hermione. If you want to be mad, we’ll talk through it.” His hands on her waist spun her around, his large frame crowded her against the tiled wall. It was cool against her back and her skin erupted in gooseflesh.

“We’ll talk. But I won’t stand for this silent treatment.”

He palmed her face, slid his thumb against her lips.

drabble // nsfw

“Psst. Draco.”

He was so tired. Bone-tired, exhaustion seeping into every inch of his being. Three 14 hour shifts in a row at Mungo’s would do that you, and the first night of sleep was a little like dying.

So forgive him if he ignored his fiancé’s whisper.

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“Draco. Darling.” Her leg crossed over his and he couldn’t help but snuggle in a little closer to her petite form. She was like a furnace, and this January had been cold so far.

“Draco?”

One eye cracked open. “What, Hermione?”

She had the decency to look sheepish.

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“No.”

Hermione had to admit, he looked rather pitiful at her immediate rejection. A real pout and everything, as he dusted soot from a suit that probably cost more than her monthly rent.

“You’re supposed to be in Glasgow.”

Draco shrugged. “And?”

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“And you’re in my living room.” She tugged her cotton robe tight her around her body. “We were supposed to take a week off.”

“Yeah.” He shuffled closer to her sofa and she didn’t protest. “But we have the very modern technology of the floo network.”

drabble // nsfw , remione , age gap

“These are so pretty, Miss Granger.”

His pointer finger slid under the elasticized band holding her stockings up, stroked against the smooth skin of her thigh. Remus inhaled, nose pressed just against the pulse in her neck.

“Are you scared?” Hermione shook her head. “No. Nervous. Excited.”

“Mm.” His fingers trailed up her leg, under the skirt she’d worn to work today, an a-line tweed thing that was a entirely appropriate but drove him mad. “Those are natural reactions.”

She’d confided in him a week ago.

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Cat Lady Day Dramione

It was the first time he’d been invited back to her flat. Not the first time he’d fucked her within an inch of her life, though - he was proving that much right now.

Draco sat back on his knees, hands pressing against the back of Hermione’s thighs until her knees were by her ears. He could hardly tear his gaze away from the slick seam of her, his glistening cock splitting her swollen lips again and again.

Hardly, because he did look away.

drabble // nsfw-ish

“Can I touch it?”

“Gently, if you please. I don’t want it to swell anymore.”

“It’s so- so hard. God. Does it hurt?”

“Not anymore. I’ve grown used to it. Besides, it’s hardly my first one.”

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“Does it feel better if I touch it like this?”

“Mm, yes, that’s better, love.”

Hermione prodded gently at Draco’s black eye. “You shouldn’t have said that to Ron.”

Draco snorted. “I couldn’t let Weasley go on thinking he’d actually gotten you off.”

drabble // nsfw , pregnancy kink

“Malfoy, you’re needed home. Your wife says it’s an emergency.”

Potter didn’t have to tell him twice. Hermione had recently entered her third trimester and Draco felt constantly on edge. What if the baby was early? What if there was an accident? It turned out to be neither of those things. He found Hermione curled up in their bed, her head the only thing visible under their puffy white duvet.

“Are you ill?” He was already toeing off his shoes, unstrapping his wand holster. “Do you have a fever?”

drabble // nsfw , dramione

“Can we talk?”

Draco had been waiting for this moment since the day Hermione had agreed to go out for that first glass of wine. It was understood (far and wide, unfortunately) that she was too good for him.

Honestly, he thought she’d realize sooner. “Yes.” /No. Please don’t leave me/.

He poured himself another cup of coffee (her influence) and leaned against the counter in the kitchen of her flat (his home away from home).

Hermione looked uneasy. The last thing he wanted was her pity as she did.

“What is it, Hermione?”

drabble // nsfw , fuck or die

It was starting to become painful.

Not the slick slide of their bodies, not the press of him inside her welcoming channel - no, it was the burning arousal that ratcheted higher with every orgasm.

They were already both so spent. “Granger,” Malfoy whined, pulling out of her to pump his spend over her thick arse once more. “That’s- that’s three. I can’t - what the fuck was it?”

Hermione sunk low on her elbows, pushed back towards him as though she could impale herself on sheer will alone.

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“Darling, are you- oh, oh absolutely not!”

Hermione stomped into the center of their bedroom, mouth agape. What had he done?!

The bed was shrunk in size, draped in emerald curtains. A trunk sat at it’s foot, embellished with the Slytherin house logo.

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There was a desk stacked with textbooks, half melted candles in candlesticks. There was a student-grade cauldron on the floor, Draco’s owl Ulysses in a cage near the bed.

The eagle owl did not look pleased.

“Draco!”

He sauntered out of their en suite proudly.

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“Hi, Dean!”

Hermione sat next to her old classmate in the coffee shop next to the Ministry. The bearded man took one glance at her and then stood so quickly his coffee sloshed out of his travel mug. He was off before she could even get another word out. Cormac was much the same. He usually made it a point to greet her with at least one poorly thought out innuendo, but today, when he saw her in the corridor, he turned on his heel.

/Odd/,” Hermione thought to herself.

Neville was the one that finally broke her.

drabble // nsfw , lactation kink , ddlg

“Fuck,” Hermione cursed to herself, massaging her left breast with both hands. She was in their en suite, blouse and bra pulled down under the heavy curve of her breast.

It had been hours. Hours of tender pain, of massaging and pumping. Nothing worked. No matter what she tried, she couldn’t get the duct to come unclogged and as the minutes ticked away, the hurt got worse.

“Draco,” she whinged, stepping out into their bedroom. Her husband looked up from where he was reading in bed.

drabble // nsfw , divorced dramione

It was Draco’s weekend with the children. They usually flooed over, now that they four and six, but Hermione had decided to make the drive out from London today, rather than just poke her head through the flames.

“How was your week?” “Fine.” Hermione took a quiet sip of tea. Neither said anything more.

“Look, Hermione-“

“I have a date tonight,” she interrupted, and her ex-husband fell silent. His nostrils flared.

“Alright.”

“I just wanted to let you know.”

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“Granger. Granger! Wake up.”

The voice of her very new roommate cut through the haze of her deep sleep. Hermione blinked blearily, pushing herself up on her elbows.

“What is it, Malfoy?”

He was going through a divorce; they were work partners. He moved in. “What did you put in that tart?”

Hermione huffed her confusion. What the fuck was he on about? She’d made him dinner for his first night at the house, complete with a brilliant lemon tart for desert. Did he need to know the recipe so badly at three in the morning?

drabble // nsfw , dramione x ladies

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“Girls, you will be careful with my angel, won’t you?”

The stiletto tips of Pansy’s nails, save for two, pricked into Hermione’s thigh.

“She won’t break, Draco,” Daphne mused, kicking Hermione’s feet further apart. Pansy knelt down in front of her, hands wrapping around her knees. “Isn’t that right, you pretty slut? You were made for this, weren’t you?”

Hermione could look down, but the ball gag kept her from answering. She swayed in her bindings, attached to a hook in their ceiling.

drabble // nsfw , dom!draco challenge

“Oh, fuck me,” Draco breathed as Hermione seized again, her sodden hole clenching visibly around nothing, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.

“No more,” she groaned, pushing at his blonde head, “please, Draco, no more.” “Color?”

“Green,” she sobbed. His tongue was back on her clit in record time.

“It’s a marathon, not a race”, he’d cooed earlier. “I just wanna see how many…”

And truly, it was selfish. He just loved the taste of her, the feel of her slick on his lips and chin.

drabble // nsfw , dom!draco challenge

Three months hidden away at a cousin’s forgotten cottage in the French countryside. Three months, one week, two days and seventeen hours since their research had gone public, and the death threats started rolling in.

Hermione was going mad.

She got along fine with Draco - they were research partners after all - but to be stuck in a small home on the outskirts of Burgundy was almost too much.

The simmering attraction that had begun four years ago, when they first started working together, was coming to a head.

drabble // nsfw , dom!draco challenge

“Is this how pathetic you are, sweetheart?”

Hermione swallowed hard, ignoring the ache in her knees from the hardwood floor. She didn’t want to answer.

“When did you become such a whore?”

That one he knew the answer to - five months ago. Five months of secret meetings in ramshackle buildings, hotels with broken locks and flickering lights. Alleyways and safehouses and once in the phone booth that used to lead to the Ministry.

Three long fingers held his cock. When he released it, it smacked into her cheek.

drabble // nsfw , dom!draco challenge

“You’re going to wear it all day,” Draco whispered into the sensitive skin just below her ear, fingers brushing over the clasp of the choker he’d just hooked around her neck.

“People will ask questions.” Draco pulled away, fixed Hermione with a stern look. It wasn’t up for discussion.

“Could… could I wear it when we’re together? I’ll wear it to dinner, it’s just that in the office-“

“All. Day. Hermione.”

drabble // nsfw-ish , dramione

“I don’t like you, Granger.”

Draco was panting, leaning against the door jamb to her office, straightening his expensive navy jacket.

“And you ran here to tell me this?”

“I just wanted-,” a deep inhale, “to make sure you knew.” Hermione nodded slowly.

“Especially your hair. It’s so- so curly, and soft and to be quite honest, I don’t really care for the scent of rose.”

“Alright.”

“And- and your nose! Some people think a button nose is cute, but it’s rather unrefined, isn’t it?”

Hermione scowled.