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IVY IF YOU REALLY JUST INSPIRED A WHOLE STORY IN MY HEAD I ONLY MEAN TO WRITE A DRABBLE BUT NOW I HAVE ALL THIS FORESHADOWING WHAT---
Hermione tapped her foot to an erratic beat.
She wasn’t nervous. Really. She wasn’t—
“He’s ready for you Auror Granger,” the guard announced.
NSFW ish?
Quidditch Player Draco / Healer Hermione
“It’s just a scratch,” Draco muttered as cold boney fingers probed his side, tracing his ribs.
“You said that the last time, and then you started coughing up blood,” Hermione snapped, her eyes narrowed as she poked and-
Thinking about Ministry worker Hermione married to pro Quidditch player Ron. He wants her to have kids and stay at home like his mom. She refuses. Doesn’t want to be a house wife. They eventually divorce & Hermione gets pregnant from her very first rebound sex with Draco and—
Draco was studying for his Arithmancy test in the Great Hall when Theo stumbled up beside him, knocking pumpkin juice all over Draco’s notes.
“Theo, what the—” Draco cursed, pulling his wand and trying to salvage his notebook.
His notes were courtesy of Hermione Granger, and-
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The whole school knows Hermione Granger likes books.
It’s not a secret. She can almost always be found with her nose in one, her eyes devouring the pages.
But the first time Draco Malfoy discovered that Granger /loves/ books, was by accident.
He had thought her-
She meant what she had said, even if some of it was a lie.
A flicker of a smile ghosted across Draco’s lips, but then it was gone a moment later. He flung the wadded-up picture onto the table. “When do we start?”
FIN... FOR NOW?
NSFW, Only One Bed (almost)
Hermione Granger was acting strange…er. Draco thought he had gotten a handle on reading her over the last few years, but apparently not.
“Granger, it’s okay—” he began softly, soothingly—to no avail.
She slammed her small fists down on-
NSFW - Rough Sex
“…the Prefects bathroom,” Ginny was saying, her words loud and enthusiastic from the butterbeer, “but Harry almost drowned me.”
“It was an accident,” Harry chided before finishing his firewhiskey.
“That’s nothing,” Theo said. “Eighth year, I convinced Ron-
Day 1:
“I’m going to kill him.”
“No, you aren’t.”
“You don’t understand, Granger. He ruined my favorite pair of shoes in that swamp we tracked him to.”
“You can’t kill him. He gets a trial.”
When Draco didn’t respond, Hermione looked up from the papers she was working on.
NSFW
“Do you want the annoyingly boring task or the task that may kill you?” Potter asked as he strode into the conference room.
Draco was buried elbows deep—shirt sleeves rolled up, of course—in DMLE files. He didn’t look up, so he didn’t see Harry’s disheveled robes, skewed-
“Honestly, Theo, just tell me what happened?” Hermione said for the 20th time since the Slytherin burst into the library and begged her to follow him at once, saying someone needed her help.
“Just keep an open mind, Granger,” he told her as he led her to a corridor on the fifth-
As promised
@Ivmaruva
, a tender drab inspired by this art/pose in trade for a color version!
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Draco was covertly trying to separate himself from the conversation he had gotten stuck in.
The summer day was hot, but not uncomfortable, and the small get-together was in full swing.
Hermione had been so close. So. Bloody. Close.
She’d recovered her mother’s locket from the dreadful Captain Umbridge, nearly being blown up in the process.
She’d taken back her father’s diary and ring from a pirate onboard the /Nagini/, a terrible ship that left her marooned-
“Merlin, Granger, you just HAD to run for Minister—”
/dodge/
“Just HAD to piss off every pureblood family—”
/duck/
“Just had to do the right thing—”
/turn/
“Fuck you’re heavy…”
/counter curse—stun spell/
“You weren’t this heavy last night when you were bouncing on my—”
Attack at the ministry gala 🥺
What’s the story? Are they at the gala together? Is he her auror protection? Or are they political rivals but he fights across the ballroom to rescue her?
I FINALLY unpacked all 62 boxes of books. Here’s a progress pic of my library room in my new house. I’m showing you from a certain angle because I am waiting on my remaining shelves to arrive so the wall I cut out is just stacks of books…
It’s still a mess, but I’m in love 🤍.
Hermione found the bar by accident. Club. Whatever it was Malfoy called it. /Exclusive/, he always said.
It had been storming that day, so when she randomly saw the green lacquered, unmarked door, she’d slipped inside to banish the water from her clothes. She needed a drink too.
Okay but Draco moving into a new flat, unknowingly next to Hermione’s, and they haven’t seen each other since the war—since he went to get a potions mastery in France and she began a career at the ministry—and Crookshanks keeps barging in after Draco moves in and—
He needed a shower. And then he was going to go show Hermione Granger exactly what he did and didn’t mean when it came to her.
FIN :)
I may add some smexy times when I upload this one to AO3 eventually 👀?
PART TWO AS PROMISED, read PART ONE quoted below.
Very NSFW, Quidditch Player Draco / Healer Hermione
Draco pounded on the door of Granger’s townhouse, nodding at a passing witch walking her Crup, the little beast’s double tails wagging.
Draco banged his fists on the door-
NSFW ish?
Quidditch Player Draco / Healer Hermione
“It’s just a scratch,” Draco muttered as cold boney fingers probed his side, tracing his ribs.
“You said that the last time, and then you started coughing up blood,” Hermione snapped, her eyes narrowed as she poked and-
NSFW - ish
“Are you sure the door is locked?” Hermione asked, breathless as various bobbles tumbled from the desk Draco had set her on.
Draco sucked at the skin along her collarbone, her flushed decolletage bared to him by the death grip he had on the collar of her dress.
NSFW
Draco had no idea what came over him, but he spat. Straight spat on Granger’s cunt.
He froze, his eyes rising slowly to hers in horror, his grip on her thighs tightening.
She lay there, leaning back on her elbows upon the desk as he got ready to /finally/ shag her.
NSFW//
The girls said it would be fun, but this wasn’t fun. It was maddening.
Hermione pressed her thighs together under her desk & did her absolute best to not let anything show on her face. *Just close your eyes*, she told herself as the magical vibrator inside of her pulsed-
NSFW // Fuck or Die
CW: Mention of SA
Part One
Something was very wrong with Hermione Granger.
Draco had traveled worldwide for the last 7 years, breaking curses of all kinds. After a depressing 8th year at Hogwarts, he’d immediately applied for a Mastership of Curse Breaking-
NSFW, Dramione, Spiked Drink, Slight Exhibitionism.
Hermione swiped the tumbler off the counter before Theo could touch it, then quickly downed its contents, coughing at the strange minty flavor. She set the glass back down, wiping the back of her hand across her lips with a-
NSFWish
"Stop it," Hermione hissed, keeping her eyes on her book.
"Stop what?" Draco asked, but his growing smirk belied his innocent tone.
"You know what. Stop staring at me." She glanced around the Prefect's office where other students had begun to gather for the weekly-
Dramione, Alt POV, Drabble
Minerva McGonagall had stayed silent as Albus left that baby boy on those dreadful people’s doorstep.
Damning the rules of favoritism, she bought that very same boy his first broomstick.
Minerva stood by, waiting for Albus to protect his students-
NSFW // Virgin Draco, 8th year, light PTSD
“Come sit?” Hermione asked, her fingers clasped in her lap as she sat primly at the edge of the couch.
Draco paused his pacing, looking towards the closest pile of forgotten items that reached up to the high ceiling. “Didn’t all of-
MONDAY:
“What did you do?” Theo whispered, staring down at the burning remains of Draco’s desk.
Draco’s brows furrowed at the pile of charred wood and paper. “I—I have no idea…”
Both men looked up and across the communal office of the RCMC. Hermione Granger was at her desk-
She thinks he’ll end things now and it’s too soon. She wanted to keep him a little longer…
But then he shocks her. Tells her he’s excited. That he would love to be a stay at home dad, he’s got money—but he’s never had a loving family. He wants that. If she will let him have it.
Draco Malfoy disappeared for a week during their eighth year. No one seemed to know where we had gone, the teachers were befuddled, the students equal parts uncaring and concerned.
Strangely enough, that same week Harry Potter misplaced his marauders’ map.
“Did you know?” Draco demands as he storms into the room, his Death Eater mask melting into smoke.
There’s blood on his hands, magic burns peppering his black robes.
His wife turns to him. “Of course I did.”
He stops inches away, trying to crowd her, to get her to cower.
NSFW
Hermione gasped over and over and over as he thrust into her. His hips slapped into the backs of her thighs, and she bit down on her lip to muffle her cries of pleasure.
She remembered the first time—how it was casual, safe. She and Draco had worked in the same office for-
“Granger, what do you mean you haven’t named your Patronus?”
“Don’t be ridiculous—“
“No, no. I am genuinely curious—“
“No, I’m not falling for this again.”
“Again?”
“Where you trick me into saying I did know something common about Wizarding life even though I’d never heard-
PART TWO
Read Part 1 to refresh/fall in love with
@Ivmaruva
's art again!
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“You still haven’t answered my question, Minister Kingsley—”
“Because I balk at its implications, 𝐴𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑟 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟” Kingsley growled out her title, obviously irritated at her formaility.
IVY IF YOU REALLY JUST INSPIRED A WHOLE STORY IN MY HEAD I ONLY MEAN TO WRITE A DRABBLE BUT NOW I HAVE ALL THIS FORESHADOWING WHAT---
Hermione tapped her foot to an erratic beat.
She wasn’t nervous. Really. She wasn’t—
“He’s ready for you Auror Granger,” the guard announced.
PART ONE (eventual NSFW)
MUGGLE AU, #/InappropriateUseOfAGolfClub
Happy birthday to
@nottkaro
! I had another birthday drabble planned, but this opportunity was too good to pass. I hope you have a wonderful day & enjoy this little smexy story!
“Ah, Miss Grahm, we meet again.”
Save me from myself 😩
More golf Draco because??? Now I want to draw protester Hermione who thinks golf courses are environmental disasters😩
(If anyone wants to write a Drabble go ahead!!)
NSFW// PART TWO
When Pansy told him the girls wanted to do another round of the game except *they* wanted to control the toy, Draco had adamantly said no. Sticking a vibrator up his bum was a little too adventurous for him. No matter how much Theo said he should try it.
But it-
NSFW//
The girls said it would be fun, but this wasn’t fun. It was maddening.
Hermione pressed her thighs together under her desk & did her absolute best to not let anything show on her face. *Just close your eyes*, she told herself as the magical vibrator inside of her pulsed-
“Hermione, darling, we are going to be late,” Draco says loud enough for his wife to hear as he heads down the hall to their bedroom.
“I’m almost done,” she calls back.
Draco sighs as he enters their room. “You said that ten—” He freezes, eyes going wide.
Hermione is bent-
Coworker talking to others about Young Snow in BSBAS:“Like Draco Malfoy, I could fix him.”
My head snapped around so fast my neck cracked
Me, using the ship name tentatively to feel out how much I reveal of my hobby:“He and Lucy are very…Dramione”
Her: I LOVE DRAMIONE!
Me:🤩
PART 1/2 (Eventual NSFW in P2)
Solicitor Draco, Chief Witch Hermione
Hermione fiddled with her ridiculous headpiece, trying to make sure not a single curl was visible.
She wasn’t /nervous/. How could she be when she had fought tooth-and-nail for this honor, this /right/?
“Stop it.” Narcissa chastised her husband after he scoffed once again.
Lucius pressed his lips together in a frown as he watched his son—his heir, his pride and joy—take Hermione Granger’s hand in his.
“Didn’t we teach him any manners when concerning public displays such-
Pushing the agenda of fashionable Hermione today. What fic do you think she’d wear this in? Or better yet, write a drabble where she wears this outfit 😄
VERY NSFW // SEX POLLEN
Sorry this took me a bit to complete! As always, be sure to give Ivy's art even more love than you all already have! She is a SAINT with the content she gives us 😍
A long Drabble lol (oopsie)
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Hermione stumbled out of the Floo, practically falling-
NSFW // Fuck or Die
Part Three, read the first two parts linked below!
One:
Two:
He kept the kiss light, a simple press of lips, waiting for Granger to move first—whether that be pushing him away or not.
He would stop if she-
NSFW // Fuck or Die
Part Two, read Part One below!
“I have to fuck you, Hermione.”
The silence was painfully loud and Draco realized he was staring at the floor, his cheeks hot, his hands fisted as they dangled between his knees.
He threaded his fingers together. “She cursed-
NSFW // Praise Kink
What do I do to distract myself from stress? Write. It’s been a long week and it still isn’t over, but I slammed this drabble out last night. Ignore the obviously self-given advice about dealing with parents’ expectations…
Draco watched as Hermione walked-
SLIGHT NSFW
The thing was, Theo was an opportunist.
He always had been. He knew this about himself. But he took every opportunity to not change this fact.
So the first time he stole Hermione Granger’s lunch out of the DMLE’s employee magical icebox, he really didn’t foresee-
NSFW
“I just think that maybe we should change positions—”
“Granger…” Draco sighed into her neck. He raised his head to look her in the eyes. “Tell me what’s going on in that big brain of yours.”
She mashed her lips together, cheeks a deep pink and eyes on everything but him.
NSFW - Crack -Filthy smut-no plot lol
“Bottoms up?” Draco asked.
“Bottoms up,” Hermione responded.
Together, they downed their vials of potions.
Draco gagged a little. “Fucking hell, that tastes horrid.”
Hermione licked her lips. “Whatever you chose for me wasn’t half bad.”
NSFW
“Oh—Draco!” Granger cried out, her body bowing as she shuddered, eyes pinched shut, mouth open on a gasp.
Draco’s arm nearly buckled as he felt her ripple around his cock, but he pulled his other hand from between her legs and caught himself before he crushed her.
NSFW // Fuck or Die
Part Two, read Part One below!
“I have to fuck you, Hermione.”
The silence was painfully loud and Draco realized he was staring at the floor, his cheeks hot, his hands fisted as they dangled between his knees.
He threaded his fingers together. “She cursed-
NSFW // Fuck or Die
CW: Mention of SA
Part One
Something was very wrong with Hermione Granger.
Draco had traveled worldwide for the last 7 years, breaking curses of all kinds. After a depressing 8th year at Hogwarts, he’d immediately applied for a Mastership of Curse Breaking-
The first time Draco heard her, it was three weeks into the school year.
Coming back to Hogwarts for an 8th year was something he'd actually been looking forward to. A respite from his tainted home, a speck of familiarity in the form of rebuilt halls and classrooms.
"Granger, you are drunk. Let me take you home."
"Look," she says, showing Draco a crumpled napkin. "I made a drawing of you living in a ferret society. You have a tiny crown because you're their king."
"Thanks, I hate it."
1/4
“You’re going to have to go to your father.”
Draco shook his head sharply. “No. Absolutely not. We’ll figure it out.”
Hermione sighed, rubbing at her swollen belly. “Draco. There’s no shame in this.”
He continued to shake his head. “No.”
// NSFW
For
@dramani___
‘s thigh riding request
“Hermione,”Draco hissed, finally managing to spit the tie gag out of his mouth.“Untie me—”
She whimpered, doing no such thing.“No,”she gasped, spreading her legs farther apart, making sure he could see all of her—slick and plump.
“It hurts so badly,” Hermione said, voice a near whine. “I’ve tried everything!”
“What about that muggle cream your mother got for you?” Draco asked as he rushed around her, grabbing jackets and mittens.
Hermione cupped her right breast. “It didn’t work, not at all.”
DRABBLE: Tomione/Dramione, War AU. TW: hints at noncon? Maybe just dubcon…
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Hermione hated how the art remained still in the house. The old, shell of a house. If it had been magical, it would be full of ghosts.
Tom had chosen to put her here on purpose, knowing the Muggle-
NSFW
A one night stand. It was only supposed to be a one time thing. Smthing to alleviate the burn between them.
Hermione laughed about it a lot. Through the following weeks that most assuredly deigned them NOT a one time deal. The months after coming out as an official couple.
Narcissa, sipping tea on the terrace: “Good morning.”
Draco, yawning as he sits across from her & grabs some toast: “Where’s Father?”
Narcissa: “Down there.”
Lucius,running around the gardens screeching to escape his new pets: “THEY CAN FLY?!”
Narcissa:“They are birds, dear!”
Draco gritted his teeth. “Come on, Potter, she’s your best friend.”
Harry scratched at his cheek to hide his mouth.“And she’s your secret girlfriend.”
“We’re just friends,” Draco snapped quietly so the waiting crowd couldn’t hear.
“Yeah,” the Chosen One smirked. “This is your-
Hermione pulled her knees to her chest, staring at the slowly dripping water from the bath's faucet.
Drip, drip, drip ...
The sound was too loud in her ears. She tasted salt; silent tears mixing in the perspiration on her face from the steam around her.
Day 88/100. Goodbye Hug.
You may use this as a visual writing prompt :)
Well my fun lil moment outside dhr didn’t last long.HA!
#100daysofDramione
#Dramione
-mouth, his pelvic bone grinding against her as he came deep inside of her.
They both breathed raggedly, lips barely touching.
“Maybe,”she rasped out, smiling as his come seeped out around his cock.“We could just tell them we’re dating?”
Draco laughed. “Boring, but fine.”
FIN
-again. “I travel a lot.”
She blinked at him. “I know.”
“But … maybe, if you’d like, to get … dinner one night …”
Hermione Granger smiled.
There was something very right about Hermione Granger.
FIN, Thank you, everyone!
My biopsy results cleared me! All markers came back as precancerous, so I don't even GET a staging with it caught so early. I'm SO LUCKY, & don't regret the surgery because now there's no way for it turn into full-blown cancer. I'm almost through this, & am healing really well🤍
Fifth year had been a complete bore, and though Hermione had done everything she had the courage for to show Ron she liked him, he still wouldn’t buck up and do something about it.
She knew he liked her too, and Merlin, yes, she could be the one to make the first move, but she-
“Yes,”Theo admitted through gritted teeth.
Harry blinked in surprise, glasses slightly askew & hair messy as ever. “Really?”
“Yes,” Theo sighed, closing his eyes in defeat.
Pansy cackled like a deranged bird. “Marvelous, what a fun day!” Then she strode off, a pep in her step.
Hermione glared at Draco, arms crossed over her chest.
He smirked back at her, hands in the pockets of one of his stupid suits she most certainly did /not/ think were sexy right now.
"You're mad at me," he purred, his smug smile only growing as she scoffed at him.
“I have an idea,” Pansy said in that way Draco knew without a doubt he would hate said idea.
“No,” he replied without looking up from the cauldron he was stirring. He needed to get the number of stirs right.
396, 397, 398, 399, 400, 400.5—There!
There was a drabble or something where Theo accidentally gave Draco veritaserum & Hermione is walking by while Theo drags Draco along to get him sorted, & Draco snarls something like, “Granger, looking gorgeous as always!”
He’s so mad about saying it & I think about it daily—
PART THREE
Read Part 1/2 and for sure give
@Ivmaruva
more love for her art that inspired this drabble series!
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She knew it was all in her head, the burning on her skin, but she couldn’t help feeling 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 as she stared at the tiny filaments of Vow magic glowing-
PART TWO
Read Part 1 to refresh/fall in love with
@Ivmaruva
's art again!
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“You still haven’t answered my question, Minister Kingsley—”
“Because I balk at its implications, 𝐴𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑟 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟” Kingsley growled out her title, obviously irritated at her formaility.
Thinking about adult Veelas being able to share in their mate’s pleasure. So before they find one another, they can feel it when their mates are having sex or getting themselves off.
Draco’s been searching for his mate for years, amazed at how insatiable she is, if his constant-
Anyone who complains about Hermione being emotional and not always calm and unfaltering need to reread the canon. She cries A LOT. She cares A LOT. I would argue that she shows a wider range of human emotions than Harry does.
Hermione felt him sidle up beside her, not that he was touching her. Oh no, he wouldn't do that in public. Not at a ministry gala where anyone might see.
He wouldn't have touched her in public when they /were/ sleeping together, so much less now that they were decidedly /not/.
NSFW - Sex Pollen
HAPPY B-DAY TO YOU
@dejavunott
Here's a smuttastic drabble to celebrate your birth!
(PART 1/2)
Hermione knew she had messed up the moment the large flower shivered beside her.
This was supposed to be a wellness call, a simple assignment for her and Draco.
// NSFW
Hermione sat at the vanity on a plush stool staring at her reflection, wondering if the tiny pearls magically glued to her equally magically tamed hair was too much. The private bathroom in the bridal suite currently looked like a herd of erumpents had gone through.
Quidditch Romance author Hermione Granger’s writing is called into question when an ex-school mate (Lavender) leaves a review complaining that it CANT be Hermione writing because she never liked the sport back at school. When fans start to question if she’s even been seen at a-
“The Floos are being lit,” Potter called through the door. “Hurry up!”
Draco helped Hermione to her feet. They both fixed their clothes—
Potter wasn’t done. “And you two need to explain how long you’ve been shagging!”
FIN
-letter’s surface:
/YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO THE WEDDING OF HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER AND DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY/
Sitting in the Headmaster’s office in her school, Minnie smiled.
NSFW // DUBIOUS CONSENT
They dragged her in, quite literally, her toes dragging along the floor.
“Found her on the north border of the Dark Forest, M’lord,” Yaxley crowed.
Hermione met Tom’s amused gaze. He was lounging on his stolen throne. Dumbledore’s old chair, in the-
Okay, but 8th year. There’s a bunch of illegal potion using, students dabbling in things to numb the bad memories of war or just to have some fun.
Draco learns that it’s Hermione brewing the potions & dealing.
She’s trying to raise money to pay for her parents’ memory therapy…
Thinking about Theo making a time turner that goes FORWARD in time & he uses it to go to his funeral. He sits behind an old Draco, leans forward & asks, “So how did it happen?” Draco jumps & shouts, “Theo, WHAT THE FUCK?” Theo shushes him. “Supposed to be dead, mate.” And I—
Post War AU, Bellatrix survived
“—knew you would be able to get through the wards, even with the magical pillars sustaining the impregnable shield still standing.” Hermione braced her hands on Draco’s back. “Draco, honestly, I can walk.” She watched the marble floor rush by as-
Hermione exited the floo in a flurry of curls, green flame, and the kind of wrath only a woman could unleash.
“Harry James Potter! Get down here this instant!” she shouted, loud enough to shake Grimmauld Place.
NSFW // Vampire
“…just not applicable at this time. Your proposal is denied—”
Hermione’s ears were ringing and she had to breath through her nose as she tried to focus, tried to ignore the way her blood was pounding in her head.
/Blood/.
Oh no…
Her vision went fuzzy and-
// NSFW
Hermione was being very sneaky. She was a super spy, a ninja, a snitch flitting through the manor quick & quiet.
She peeked into the library, keeping her body out of sight.
A flash of pale blond hair made her gasp and she flattened herself against the wall in the hall.
Think of Me, Part 2/5, NSFW
Read part 1 here, in which, Draco gets his cock piercing stuck inside Pansy, and Hermione helps out:
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Hermione was staring again, chewing on the end of her muggle pencil.
It’s just … he was right there. Why shouldn’t she-
NSFW
Hermione whimpered as Draco pulled out.
He swiped two fingers between her thighs, collecting his come that leaked out of her.
She gasped as he pushed as much as he could back into her cunt.
“Waste not,” he growled. “You want a baby—so I’m going to fucking give you one.”
“Hello, work neighbor,” Draco said as he dropped a cup of coffee on Hermione’s desk. “I was wondering if you’d bailed on me today.”
She huffed, clearly frazzled from running late. “Damned Floo was backed up.”
NSFW//
Hermione tugged at Draco’s suit jacket sleeve, fingers clenching and unclenching erratically at the crisp material.
“Don’t you think, Miss Granger?”
Hermione blinked, trying to focus, trying to ignore the fullness between her legs.
Very NSFW // Alright, you guys voted for Dreomione, so here it is :)
“Hermione?” Draco asked, voice rough as she lapped at his hardening cock, licking him clean from the last knotting he’d had inside of her. He sat in a large leather chair, Hermione kneeling between his legs.