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Draco Malfoy had a problem.
That problem was a cute, curly-haired, brunette who lived directly across the street from his flat. She was a problem because he couldn’t get her out of his fucking mind.
He first took notice of her a couple of months ago, not too long after she moved in. The flat had been vacant for a while until one day, Draco had noticed a few people moving about the living space with cardboard boxes. Three days later is when he finally saw her. His first thought was that she was rather… cute.
The thought initially struck Draco as odd. He couldn’t remember ever labeling a woman as cute. Sexy, gorgeous—something like that, sure. But never just cute.
She was standing on a step stool in front of one of her windows attempting to put up a curtain rod. Her face looked flustered as she would reach up trying to properly measure the length between the window frame. Every lift of her arms brought the white shirt she was wearing up against her stomach, revealing a flash of skin and her belly button. Draco traced his eyes down her form, pausing a little too long at the way her jeans hugged her hips.
When he looked at her face, still flustered and distraught, his lips lifted into a small smile. Her brows furrowed in frustration and her mouth opened to let out a little shriek. The rod had fallen. Draco watched as she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and running her hands down her hair to smooth it back from her face. Then, she promptly stepped down from the stool and chucked the rod across the room before leaving the window view.
Yes, Draco definitely thought his new neighbor was cute and perhaps a little feisty.
The next day, when Draco came home from work he noticed the outline of curtains peeking from the sides of the windows and was surprisingly satisfied that she managed to get them up.
A few weeks passed, and Draco found himself glancing across the street more than he usually did. He enjoyed looking out the window at the view, but he was never interested in looking at the people living their lives in the building across the street. At least, he wasn’t until a certain tenet moved in and struggled to put up her curtains.
Over the next month, Draco continued to peek at the cute neighbor across the street. Now her flat was becoming more furnished, and he noticed she put a large, blue patterned chair near the window he first saw her at. He began to notice how she would drink her morning coffee in the chair with a book. Sometimes she’d read in the chair with wine in the evenings. He liked the way she curled up in the chair, her knees pulled into her chest.
Draco liked the weekends most because he was home most of the day, therefore he could pay more attention to her. He noticed she read a lot. Like. A lot, a lot. Not that you could ever read too much, but Draco was starting to question whether she did anything besides reading in that chair.
Watching her read was also cute, Draco discovered. He liked watching the woman read. He was not sure what she was reading, but it didn’t seem that she was studying for anything. Though, she always sat in the chair with a yellow highlighter and her hair up messy, with a few spirals hanging loose.
If Draco stopped watching her there, he could continue to agree with the fact that she was cute.
But cute could not be the word to describe how she looked when she needed to uncap the highlighter. No, not cute—downright sinful. She’d raise the highlighter to her lips and wrap them around the cap, probably biting down slightly with her teeth, before pulling the pen from the cap. And the large, cylindrical, yellow cap would rest between her lips until she was done annotating whatever part in her book.
Draco had never envied a pen cap until now. He could picture those lips wrapped around something much larger than the highlighter lid and her hair pulled back from her face by his hands instead of a hair tie, with that glazed-over expression she wore on her face as she stared at the page.
I need to fucking call Pansy.
Pansy Parkinson and Draco went way back. They were childhood friends turned lovers turned what-the-fuck-I-sort-of-hate-you-even-though-the-sex-is-fantastic. So now, Pansy and Draco were strictly friends with benefits. They’d have sex every once in a while over at her place; she never came to his flat for sex.
~ ~ ~
“Just ask her out already. I can’t with your pathetic ass anymore. God, it’s like you’ve gone insane. You’ve been moping about this woman for a month now and I’m tired of hearing you go on about how cute she is,” Pansy’s voice rang out through the phone as Draco was making his way inside of his building’s lobby.
“Oh great idea, Pans. Why haven’t I thought of that? Let me just hold up a sign that says ‘Hey, cute neighbor across the street, date me, please?’” Draco scoffed.
“Well, don’t say please. That sounds lame.”
“God, you’re helpful,” he rolled his eyes, “Look, I’ll text you later about the dinner plans for Friday. Take care, love.”
Pansy gave her departing response before he hung up the phone and unlocked his apartment door. He set his work files down on the entry table, and un-pocketed his wallet, setting it next to his phone and keys in the catchall. He took off his suit jacket, loosened his necktie, and walked over to the window with hopes to get a glimpse of his cute neighbor reading.
When he stood near the window to look outside, as he always did, and undid his cufflinks he looked over at the woman’s apartment and saw her sitting in the chair. And she was staring right at him.
Not at his face, but his… hands?
Draco decided to test the theory and smiled at her, nodding his head in suit. She didn’t even flinch.
Well, this is interesting.
Each day, for the rest of the week, Draco would look over in his best attempt at being inconspicuous and notice that his cute neighbor seemed to watch him quite a lot. And that just egged him on.
Her watching him gave Draco an idea. It was an idea that surprised him but also excited him. What would the cute neighbor do if she saw him having sex?
In all honesty, Draco thought he was secretly thrilled by the idea of people watching him have sex—it might have had something to do with the fact that he was incredibly vain. Draco Malfoy knew he was an excellent lay. He knew he had never not satisfied a partner and might have even thought he could teach other men a thing or two. Though, when he thought hard about it, he’d dwell on the fact that strangers watching him wasn’t entirely sexy to him.
But the idea of this woman across the street watching him have sex? That really thrilled Draco. If she wanted to watch him so much, why not give her something exciting to watch?
The following Friday evening, Pansy enjoyed dinner at his place and dessert was sex on his grey couch.
Draco had needs. Pansy also had needs. And just because he wished his needs could be fulfilled by the woman across the street, didn’t mean that Pansy still wasn’t a great fuck.
“She’s watching. Don’t look! God, you’re stupid.” Pansy’s voice cried out as she ground her hips down on Draco’s. “If you look at her now, you’re going to embarrass her.”
Draco grunted in response and instead of turning his head, focused on the fact that his cute neighbor was watching him fuck his ex-girlfriend. Flipping them over on the couch, Draco drove his hips into Pansy until they were both panting.
Thus, Draco’s sofa sexscapades began.
Pansy and he rescheduled all of their rendezvous for his flat rather than hers for the following months. And every time, Pansy confirmed for him that the cute neighbor was indeed watching them. Draco didn’t dare look out the window at her. He only thought about her wild curls, her cute facial expressions, and those oh-so-fuckable lips on the highlighter.
As Pansy occasionally flaked on plans with Draco with “actual, promising dates,” Draco had started inviting a friend from his university days over. They still talked all the time. She was sort of an odd one back in school, but they had shared several courses over their school years as well as a few one-night stands. Draco would still talk to her often; she was understanding. Especially once his mother had passed. She was a comforting light for him and didn’t mind his late-night phone calls or being a shoulder to cry on.
“You’re absolutely ridiculous, making me fuck on this couch instead of my comfortable bed just to get this girl’s attention. It’s been weeks, Draco. I’m gonna ditch you.”
“Well, if it helps it’s not just you,” Draco looked sheepishly at Pansy and her question eyebrow. “Luna’s been over a few times.”
“Looney from Uni?” Pansy burst out in laughter.
“Listen, she’s not crazy alright? We have nice conversations,” he defended.
“Date her, then. Problem solved.”
“No, Luna and I aren’t like that, you know this.”
“Why are you sleeping with her then?” Pansy asked as she began re-clapsing her bra and pulling on her shirt.
“Why am I sleeping with you, Pans?”
“We’ve dated. Been there, done that. Disastrous. Besides, I think I’m finally close to getting Theo to agree to a date—then I won’t need you anymore.” Her blouse was buttoned now.
“Theo? The guy from your office?”
“The very one. I’m breaking him out of his shell. One more week and I swear he’ll be on his knees.”
“I’m surprised he hasn’t caved already,” Draco leaned back into the couch, making himself comfortable, and continued to watch as Pansy finished gathering her belongings from around his place.
“He’s just shy,” Pansy shrugged. “I’m serious though, only one more time and then I’m cracking down on this man. So you’ll have to make your move or move on from this cute neighbor, got it?”
Draco nodded his head and rolled his eyes as Pansy walked back to the couch placing a peck on his cheek and leaving him alone in his flat.
The next time Pansy came over, Draco figured he ought to make it worthwhile. So, instead of the couch, Draco moved their bodies to the window, pressing Pansy right up against the glass. He began kissing down her neck and she clawed her way at his back, with her legs tightly wrapped around him.
Draco turned his head away from Pansy’s neck and looked out the window, directly at the cute neighbor’s window. And there she was, barely backlit by a lamp in her apartment, which if she had been smarter, she would have turned off completely to watch random people have sex against a window.
He stared directly into her eyes and noticed the exact moment when she realized they were making eye contact. So, he raised his lips into a smirk and continued pressing Pansy’s body into the window, staring only at the cute neighbor. She didn’t even move and continued to stare right back into his grey eyes.
Even as Draco reached his orgasm, he didn’t dare to look away from her. His gaze, pinning her to the spot at the window. Draco was pleased with the way her eyes were wide, lips barely parted, and didn’t back down from his gaze. She was confident; Draco liked that.
Draco heard Pansy mutter something, but he didn’t pay attention to her voice. He was still focused on the woman across the street. As the cute neighbor started to move away from the window, Draco figure he’d leave her with one more parting message—in case it wasn’t already clear that he knew she enjoyed watching him.
He winked at her and couldn’t hold back the laugh that bubbled out of him as she darted out of the window view.
Very fucking cute.
The brunette kept her curtains closed for the next three days and Draco was crushed.
On Tuesday, Draco changed his plans with Pansy, and instead invited her for a night out. He was once again, in need of moping support over his obsession with his neighbor. Especially since he hadn’t been able to get a glimpse of her for the past three days.
Pansy had agreed to meet him at a bar across town as soon as she got off work, but Draco decided to go early and already starting his pity drinking. He was concerned he had offended the cute neighbor by winking at her. But, he was damned sure that she enjoyed watching him over the past couple of months and was just trying to mess with her head a bit. He’ll admit that he didn’t really have a plan in the public display of sex happening in his living room. All he knew was that once he knew she would watch him, he only wanted her attention.
Draco walked into the bar and was about to grab a stool at the counter and order a drink when he saw her. She was sat on a chair in a sinful black dress and matching heels. Draco really liked the heels.
No fucking way.
He stood frozen for a moment just taking her in. His cute neighbor was right in this very bar, no more than 10 feet from her. Draco was ecstatic. He had not expected his pity party to be turned around by the chance to finally meet the very downfall of his night. Typing a quick text to Pansy that their plans were canceled because his cute neighbor was at the bar.
Draco ran a hand through his hair and sauntered up behind the woman. He noticed her gaze was on a couple in a back corner, engaged in a heated kissing session.
“Mm, so it’s not just me you like watching then?”
His lips hovered against her ear and he noted the way she froze, her hair sticking up on her arm lightly. Draco chuckled lightly under his breath.
“I’m terribly disappointed. I thought I was special,” he said before stepping away from her and she spun around in her seat.
Her eyes were brown. Dark like her hair. She was definitely gorgeous. Her petite face and wide eyes stared back at him in shock. Draco couldn’t help but think he’d wasted his time not taking Pansy’s advice with a sign held up to his window.
“Draco Malfoy. It’s my pleasure to meet you.” He was teasing her. He purposefully emphasized the word pleasure. Draco was going to pull out all the stops to woe her into coming home with him.
After no response, he spoke up again, “I must say, I expected you the sort to be bolder than this. You can spend months staring at me from your flat, but not introduce yourself? Seems all bark, no bite, to me.”
Draco formed his smirk into a full grin, like a cat, showing his teeth. He had hoped his cute neighbor was as bold with her words as she was with her staring.
“Well, I expected you the sort to not make cheap innuendos but sadly, here we are. Hermione Granger.”
Draco stared down at the hadn’t she stuck towards him and then looked back at her face.
“Cute.”
Hermione quickly dropped her hand back to her side and gathered her coat, standing up from the chair.
“Rude.”
Draco jumped in before she could leave. “Ah, she does bite. That’s what I thought.”
He knew she was bold. There was just something about her.
“May I help you with something?” She bit out, almost grinding her teeth together, irritated beyond belief.
“Now, who’s the one making cheap innuendos?” Draco wanted to laugh at the way she asked the question. She was making it far too easy for him.
“Granger, was it?”
“Hermione-” he cut her off before she could finish.
“Yes. Granger. Like I said.” Draco flashed his teeth again briefly. “Listen, I don’t live too far from here—but of course—you already knew that.” He was teasing her again, this time with raising his eyebrows. “Perhaps, since you’re planning on leaving, we could split the cab fare?”
“Funny,” she deadpanned, “but no. I can call my own cab, thanks.”
“Granger, you wound me.” Draco brought a hand over his heart in an exaggerated manner. “Don’t you care about the environment? Two cars, when we’re going to the same place? Preposterous.”
“I wasn’t aware we would be going to the same place.”
Draco smiled inside. Now, she was catching on. But, he wanted to play with her just a bit longer. He wanted to see just how much bite she had in her.
“Well, you live across the street, so,” Draco attempted to make his face serious.
He watched as her face fell, just barely, but it was enough that he noticed. A light blush blossomed at her cheeks.
God, I’m a dick.
Draco took a step closer to her and leaned his face in next to hers. “I was only joking, Granger.”
Bringing his right hand up near her face, Draco brushed his fingers across her cheek. He watched her tug her lip between her teeth and wanted to yank it right out.
“If you want,” he began, still staring at her lips, trailing his finger closer towards her mouth. He wanted to touch those teasing lips. “I’d very much like to be going to the same place.”Gently, he pushed her hair back. over her shoulder,
“I want-” Hermione’s voice was cut off with a tiny breath in response to the way he coasted his hand down her bare arm, grabbing at the hand she offered him earlier.
“What do you want?” Draco whispered and placed a kiss on the top of her hand, staring up at her through his lashes.
Ever so lightly he darted his tongue out, tasting her skin. Draco really hoped they would be leaving this bar soon. He needed to get his mouth on somewhere other than the back of her hand.
“I want you to fuck me on your couch. I want to be one of the women you fuck on your couch.” Draco paused and his mouth turned up in a shit-eating grin against her hand.
“And, if I told you I didn’t want you to be one of the women I fuck on my couch?” Draco turned revealed her wrist and pressed a light kiss to her pulse point. “What if I want to fuck you in my bed?” His eyes narrowed and searched hers.
“I’d say, why not both?” she smirked at him. Fucking smirked. Draco was definitely fucking her on his couch and his bed.
After a tension-filled cab ride, they finally reached his building. In the elevator, on the way upstairs, she took his thumb in his mouth and showed him a sneak peek for what the night would ensue, matching his actions from the bar.
Draco really liked the courage his cute neighbor kept exhibiting. She was sexy wrapped up in a cute package.
~ ~ ~
After they were spent and collapsed on the grey couch, Hermione spoke up again.
“I believe you said you wanted to fuck me in your bed, too.” Her voice came out a bit too seductive and they laughed about it, before migrating into the one place Hermione hadn’t been able to watch him before.
Draco led her into his bedroom and watched as she took in the surroundings: his silk grey sheets on one large kind bed, the dark furniture. But then her eyes paused on the large window along one wall. He stared at her, his tongue in his cheek in an attempt to hide a smile from breaking out on his face.
Walking up behind her, Draco wrapped his arm around her stomach and began kissing his way from her shoulder to her behind her ear.
“I’m suddenly jealous that I don’t face your bedroom window,” she said with a light laugh.
“Nothing exciting happens in here,” he placed another kiss to her neck, “at least, not yet.”
“You’re telling me you honestly only have sex in your living room?” Hermione titled her head back against his shoulder, revealing more of her neck to him.
“Normally, I don’t have sex at my place at all. That was until I noticed this curious woman across the street watching me all the time. I wanted to mess with her a bit. See how she’d react. Turns out she really liked watching me have sex with other women.”
“You knew I was watching you, then?”
He hummed in response and led them over the bed.
“You know,” he started, “I thought about you and your yellow highlighter in here quite a bit.”
Those damn lips of hers.
“You did?”
Draco nodded and pressed a languid kiss to her lips as they laid back against the bed, his frame above hers.
“You always trace your lips with it,” Draco outlined her lips with one of his digits. “Before you put it between your lips,” he stuck the tip of his finger past her lips, “and then you bit the cap off.”
Her teeth bit down on the pad of his fingertips and Draco grinned.
“Then you sit there with the cap between your lips for fucking ever,” he groaned as he stared at her lips wrapped around his fingers. “Teasing me from across the street.”
Her tongue tickled the tips as he pressed his digits further into her mouth. Then, she sucked on his fingers, tongue swirling. Their eyes were locked on each other. Draco felt himself getting harder by the second. She could probably feel him against her thigh.
He pulled his fingers from her mouth and replaced them with his tongue, grinding against her. Hermione pulled back slightly, gasping, with a determined look in her eyes.
“Maybe something else could be my highlighter tonight?”
This woman’s going to be the death of me.
Draco pushed off Hermione and sat up against the headboard, but she shook her head. Hermione slid off the silky sheets and down to the hardwood floor on her knees. Draco repositioned himself on the edge of the bed, placing his feet flat against the floor and sat right in front of her.
Hermione slid her hands up his legs and gripped him in one of her hands. He sucked in a deep breath. She moved her hand up and down a few times with just the right amount of pressure.
Her brown eyes, never leaving his, stared into him as she leaned forward and swiped her tongue up once, then twice, before her lips wrapped around the tip.
Draco hissed, his hands fisting the bedsheets. She took him fully in her mouth, with her tongue flat against him. Moving her head in the same motion her hand had previously demonstrated.
Her mouth was like fucking heaven as she sucked, with her cheeks hollowed out.
“Fuck, Hermione. You’re fucking incredible.”
She swirled her tongue around him in response and he needed to grip something other than the bedsheets. Draco reached for her hair, gathering a fist full and changing the angle slightly when he did. His chest was heaving and he could barely keep in his moans.
She continued, with her mouth wrapped around him. Her perfect lips, soft and gliding. Draco could tell he was close.
“As much as I’d like you to finish this, I’d rather be inside you again.” She released him with an innocent gaze and barely wiped the side of her mouth before standing up and straddling his hips.
Hermione sunk down on him and his hand wrapped around her back, holding her close to him. Draco drove up into her as she swirled down on him in response.
Her breaths were high-pitched, almost a whisper as her head titled back and he kissed down her chest.
Draco wanted to change their position and pulled them back against the sheets, enough that he could leverage their bodies and flip them around. He pushed into her harder and she cried out beneath him. Her curls were sprawled against the bed like a crown around her. She looked stunning. Draco didn’t think he would be needing Pansy or Luna over ever again. At least, he hoped his night with Hermione Granger would tun into several nights.
Her fingers pressed into his back and one of her feet digging against his calf.
Draco could feel her clenching around him, again and only a few more strokes until she was coming around him. Her thighs shaking and hugging his hips as he released inside her with a mumbled grunt and his mouth biting down on her shoulder.
“Fuck, Draco,” she heaved with her chest beating rapidly, “I don’t think I’m gonna be able to watch you fuck other women after tonight.”
He laughed and with a whisper in her ear told her he didn’t want to fuck any woman but her from now on.