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Hermione,
I have been thinking a lot recently and I think what we have isn't going to work long distance. I haven't even seen you in two months since you decided to go back to Hogwarts.
We were better as friends. I think we should see other people.
Ron.
She huffed a breath through her nose as she finished reading the letter for what felt to be the hundredth time since she had received the owl at breakfast. This time however, instead of folding the parchment and placing it back into her pocket, she withdrew her wand and silently cast a swift Incendio. As she watched the parchment catch alight she couldn't help but think that Ronald Weasley sure had been doing a lot of thinking for someone being such a fucking idiot.
Hadn't seen her in two months? Who's bloody fault was that? She had invited him to see her in Hogsmeade numerous weekends and the idiot had always had the same pathetic excuse, he simply could not get away from Auror training. At first she had believed his excuses, but over the last few months even Harry had made it to a Hogsmeade weekend twice.
No. Ron was being a fucking idiot. An idiot who had always underestimated her intelligence. The timing of his letter could not have been more obvious. This weekend was the All Hallows Eve Gala at the Ministry. Ronald Bilius Weasley wanted to get his dick wet.
Well any other witch was welcome to him. She had loved Ron, at least on some level. But she would be lying if she had said she'd been with the man for his skills in the bedroom. Ron was a selfish lover, always chasing his own release, never sparing a thought to her pleasure. If she had not taken it upon herself, she doubted she would have ever reached a single orgasm in the numerous times he had bedded her. Even then it had felt akin to racing the wizard to her own climax, rather than working in tandem. It would be easy to blame the wizards inattentiveness on teenage eagerness. Except it was not as if she were inexperienced, Hermione knew better. Despite what Ron naively assumed, he had not been her first.
Now Christian, he had known how to please a woman.
The summer after Sixth year, Hermione had returned from Hogwarts determined to rid herself of her virginity. An antiquated concept to be sure, but she had wanted to experience some semblance of teenage normality before the inevitable war to come. She had only meant to sleep with the Muggle neighbour once, but Christian had been kind and incredibly accommodating to her needs. The week she spent at home preparing herself to cast the necessary memory modifications on her parents, she found herself drawn to him time and time again.
Not only had the sex been a fantastic distraction, it had been far more enjoyable than she could have ever anticipated. Those seven fleeting days she had spent with that man she had not only thoroughly discovered herself, she had awoken her own sexual confidence.
She had tried to settle for Ron, to tame her own desires for his sake. But the bastard had not touched her in months and now he tossed her to the side not even understanding what he had truly lost.
She was pissed.
Not only was she pissed, she was beyond sexually frustrated. Her dorm felt suffocating and the slow breaths of her sleeping roommates left her grinding her teeth. Despite the hour being well past curfew she needed to get out of Gryffindor tower, she needed to find an open space and breathe the cool night air.
As she climbed the steps of the Astronomy tower she felt the surrounding temperature begin to drop. Approaching the platform that opened to the cool night air, she inhaled deeply. Her brows pulled together instantly, as she sniffed at the air once more. She had not been met with the clean scent of fresh air she had expected, but rather smoke. Not just any smoke either, the quite distinct floral aroma of marijuana.
Stepping up onto the landing she could make out the silhouette of man seated on the floor by the ledge. As she approached the edge of the platform the wizards platinum blond hair caught the moonlight.
"You would probably have been the last person I expected to find up here, Malfoy."
Her voice cracking through the silence like a whip caused Malfoy's shoulders to instantly tense. Without even turning to face her he replied, "What better place to come to reflect on all my life's poor choices."
Choosing to ignore his melancholy confession, she moved to sit by his side. "I would also have never expected you to be the type to partake in a Muggle drug."
He turned his head in her direction, locking his eyes with hers as he brought the aforementioned drug to his lips and inhaled deeply. The cherry glowed a brilliant shade of red in the darkness, illuminating the sharply defined cheekbones of the Slytherin before her.
"Are you planning to give me a detention Granger?" he asked before exhaling a large plume of smoke.
Hermione scoffed, "You know quite well I am not a Prefect this year. Frankly I am quite done with responsibility for the time being. Now, are you going to pass the joint or not?"
The wizard looked stunned, blinking a few times as if trying to decide if had misheard her. At last he arced a single brow and shrugged, offering the joint out to her. Taking the rolled smoke from his hands, she brought it to her lips and inhaled deeply. She looked at the joint in her hands appreciatively, finding the smoke to be much smoother than the time she had tried it previously.
Exhaling, she passed the smoke back to Malfoy and looked at him with curiosity. "How does a Pureblood go about discovering weed anyway?"
Something that could almost be described as a short huff of laughter left Malfoy's lips as his face curled into his signature smirk.
"Blaise. Blaise Zabini, one of his numerous stepfathers was a Muggleborn. He thought himself a Herbologist of sorts, but honestly the man was nothing but an unskilled stoner. We did have quite a fun Easter break in Fifth year though." he supplied, a reminiscent smile gracing his features as he passed the joint to her once more.
They sat in silence passing and puffing until Hermione felt the tension and aggression seep from her body. Suddenly she realised that without her anger towards Ron all she was left with was her pressing sexual frustration.
She watched Malfoy as he brought the joint to his lips. The sleeves of his white oxford shirt were rolled to his elbows, exposing the blurred and much faded blemish that was once the Dark Mark. The remnants of that cursed mark were not the only thing she noted though, as the wizard moved she could not help but stare at the taut muscles of his forearm as they moved beneath his alabaster skin. Her gaze traveled up his arm and over the defined bulge of his bicep muscle to admire the breadth of his shoulders. It was undeniable that the man looked far more desirable than he had in Sixth year, or the handful of the times she had seen him throughout the war for that matter.
Her roaming eyes lifted to his face and found the Slytherin staring back at her, a smug smirk plastered across his feature.
"There wasn't much to do on house arrest with no access to a wand," Malfoy supplied. "I spent quite a bit of time exercising and conditioning my strength."
Reaching for the joint she tried her best to replicate his smirk and replied, "well, I can't deny that visually it is a vast improvement on the sickly, malnourished look you had going there for a while."
Combing his fingers through the fine strands of hair atop his head the wizard's grey eyes pointedly appraised the curves of her body.
"Your uniform fits you markedly better these days as well," he said, gaze lingering on the hem of her skirt. "Practically every wizard in our year used to wonder what kind of arse you hid below your very much regulation length school skirt and over large robes. Then you started to wear those Muggle jeans of yours. Wouldn't surprise me if you had half the males in the school having a solid wank over that mental picture."
Hermione waited a moment, allowing him to take the last draw of the dwindling smoke before she responded, "Were you?"
Shocked by her brazen response, Malfoy choked on the lung full of smoke. Spluttering, he slammed his fist twice against his chest before extinguishing the butt on his smoke.
He turned to her with an arched brow and asked, "Was I what?"
Slowly she leant in close by his ear and clarified with a husky whisper, "Did you spend your nights down in that dungeon wanking to thoughts of my arse?"
A smile crept onto her face as she witnessed a faint blush spread across his pale face and the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallowed. She was so close to him, closer than she had likely ever been and it sparked a thrill within her she had not anticipated.
When his hand found its way to rest upon her bare knee, still she made no move to retreat from his body. In the wake of her split from Ron, Hermione had no intentions of entering a relationship with anyone new, least of all with someone like Malfoy . In fact, beneath the rage she felt at Ron's audacity, she felt relief born from her new found freedom. No longer was she shackled by the wizarding world's antiquated ideals that she, as a witch of nineteen, should strive for no greater purpose than to marry and become a mother. Not that those were things she was opposed to later in life, but Hermione Granger had ambitions of her own. That did not mean however that she could not seek pleasure in the flesh of others, as long as those interactions remained strictly casual.
As Malfoy's palm began to gradually glide up her thigh she felt the pent up sexual frustration of the last two months coalesce, her pulse quickened and a deep ache bloomed below her navel. Malfoy's free hand moved upward, a single digit tracing the line of her jaw before snaking his palm around to the nape of her neck and entwining his fingers in the tight curls against her scalp. Grey eyes flicked between hers before they dropped to her mouth. Before he could bring his lips to hers, Hermione abruptly brought her own palms up against his sculpted chest. With a modicum of pressure she halted his steady advance.
Pulling back, his hand fell from its place on her neck as his brows knitted in apparent confusion. "I'm sorry. I must have misunderstood."
"Oh, you did not misunderstand my intentions Malfoy. I just do not want you to kiss me. At least, not on these lips."
She leant back, propping herself up on her elbows and parted her legs ever so slightly. Malfoy's eyes grew wide and traveled down her torso, his gaze coming to rest at the apex of her thighs.
"There we go," she smirked. "There's that intelligence I knew you were hiding behind that smug facade of yours."
Malfoy sneered in response to her comment, but moved nonetheless. Dropping forward to his hands and knees he began to crawl towards her slowly. It crossed her mind briefly that this was a position she could easily become accustomed to seeing the wizard subjected to.
As he nestled himself between her thighs his eyes snapped up to meet her own. His gaze on hers felt near predatory, his pupils blown wide and framed by a iridescent ring of silver that shone beneath the moonlight. The way he looked at her ignited the ember of desire within her and caused heat to pool in her lower abdomen.
Malfoy's fingertips trailed lightly upward from her ankle, the sensation somewhat dulled by the cotton of her knee high socks. Suddenly his finger tips slipped from the muted touch of a moment earlier to the exposed skin of her knee. Now hyperaware to the sensation of his flesh against her own she struggled to suppress the faint whimper that escaped her lips. The sound elicited a direct response from the wizard, his signature smirk gracing his features once more. His thumb dug into her knee with a welcome pressure as he gradually pried her leg further ajar.
Head dipping forward she felt his lips press delicately into the side of her knee, sending a shock through her to her core. His feather light kisses moved upward along her inner thigh as his other hand found its way to her previously unoccupied thigh. His hands ghosted along her flesh, his thumbs gathering the material of her pleated school skirt, bunching it upward as he moved. As he revealed her bare thighs to the cool night air his hot breaths continued to fall against her skin in stark contrast. Nearing the juncture of her thighs his once light kisses increased in intensity, the wizard nipping and suckling at her flesh in a way that was sure to leave a mark.
Hermione felt his ministrations cease, causing her to lift her head and open her eyes. She found the wizard gazing down at her cotton covered core, an appreciative look plastered clear across his features.
His eyes snapped up to meet hers, the faintest of smirks pulling at his lip. "You're positively soaked, Granger. So soaked in fact I can see your beautiful little cunt through the drenched cotton of your knickers."
Without warning he dove forward, his nose digging into her folds as he inhaled deeply. Hermione released a deep moan at the contact, too long had she gone without the touch of another.
"Fuck Granger, you smell simply delectable," he mumbled into her centre, the vibrations of his words against her drawing forth an elongated whimper.
Malfoy withdrew his face from her heat, but only by a fraction. Feeling his digits loop under the waistband of her cotton knickers, she lifted her hips slightly to ease his efforts. At an agonising pace the wizard slid the garment down the length of her legs, removing her feet one by one before discarding it to the stone floor of the Astronomy Tower balcony.
As he had before, he kissed a searing trail up her leg and along the interior of her thigh. Nearing her apex his kisses morphed into sharp bites against her flesh. The pain of which was swiftly replaced by the soothing sensation of his tongue before he inched closer to her slit. His breath landed on her damp folds, the coiling tension within her core winding further in response.
A moment stretched between them as he hovered just above her, her aching desire for his touch increased with each passing second. Mercifully, after what felt to be an eternity, his tongue darted forth and swept upward between her folds. The instant it's tip found her bundle of nerves her head fell back, eyelids fluttering as a low groan rumbled her chest.
He alternated the movements of his tongue; long sweeping strokes up the length of her folds, before tracing intricate patterns and circling her clit. He would then suck the sensitive bud into her mouth before beginning the process anew.
Hermione's elbows slid out from beneath her as she collapsed back atop the stone floor. Her left hand moved to her breast, squeezing her flesh and pinching her peaked nipple through her uniform with practiced movements. Free hand travelling south, she threaded her fingers through Malfoy's silken blond hair, her grip tightening as her hips bucked up into his touch.
His tongue brought her to the blissful edge of oblivion, all worldly tension bleeding into the ether. Yet, still she needed more. As if he had sensed her silent plea, Hermione felt the wizards fingers brush against her entrance. A single digit entered her testingly before being joined by a second.
"Fuck Malfoy, don't stop!" she exclaimed as his momentum increased.
Thank Merlin, the man between her thighs knew what he was doing. He was not recklessly jackhammering into her depths as she had suffered through in the past. His movements were fluid, in such a way that was almost beckoning. Fingers turned upward as he brushed repetitively against the most sensitive spot of her inner walls
Her fist in his hair tightened, her hips bucking up of the ground as she chased her release. Malfoy shifted slightly, the hand not currently buried within her encircled her thigh. His palm came to rest on her lower abdomen, just shy of her mons pubis. As his fingers splayed he pressed down, pinning her to the ground. The external pressure married with that inside her and she felt herself tip over the precipice as she cried out. Legs convulsing, her back arched off the stone floor with the force of her orgasm. With gentle strokes he continued to lap his tongue against her, easing her through the duration of her release.
She lay there, panting for breath as the stars in the sky above returned into focus. Malfoy released her thigh, pulling himself upward and knelt back onto his haunches. The movement brought her back into the moment and her eyes met his. Gaze unwavering he brought the two fingers that had been deep within her only moment before to his lips. The tip of his tongue ran the length of his pointer before he took both digits into his mouth and sucked eagerly. An audible pop resonated through the silence as he removed the fingers from his mouth, his lip curling upward into his signature smirk.
Her eyes dropped from the Sytherin's mouth to his lap. A smirk of her own graced her face as she noted the sizable erection trapped against his thigh by the cloth of his trousers.
With a swift cleaning charm she dried her inner thighs. Tucking the wand away she hauled herself up from the ground with significant effort, her legs still weak from the intensity of her orgasm. Smoothing down the pleats of her skirt she stepped forward not bothering to locate her discarded undergarments. Squaring her shoulders and lifting her chin she walked right by Malfoy, where he remained knelt on the hard stone floor. As she reached the Astronomy Towers exit she turned to see Malfoy retrieving her damp cotton knickers.
Hermione cleared her throat, his eyes snapping to hers. "I do hope you enjoy your new wanking material. See you around, Malfoy.