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Draco sulks, watching Granger flit about their bedroom. She’s distractingly nude, swishing her wand to gather clothes and toiletries into an overnight bag.
He snags her hand and pulls her beneath him, pinning her hands to the mattress. She laughs, breathless, when his lips and teeth graze down her throat.
“Gods, I want to fuck you so badly, Granger,” he murmurs, suckling a mark onto her warm skin.
She arches her back, whimpering as his cock glides against her cunt, slick and sensitive from earlier, gasping as he grazes her swollen clit.
He’s right there, he could just push inside her and–
She uses his distraction as an opportunity to free her hands. In an instant, she manages to flip them, so she’s on her knees straddling him, his erection snug between them.
“I have to go, darling.”
When Granger extricates herself, Draco groans.
When she disappears into the dressing room, he feels very very sorry for himself.
When she reemerges in a tight, red dress, he knows she’s trying to kill him.
She takes pity on him, climbing on the bed and kneeling between his legs. She tilts his face up to hers.
“It’s just one night, Draco. Don’t pout.”
His hands move up the backs of her thighs to grip her bum. He wants to lift her dress and smell her pussy. Kiss and lick and…fuck.
“But tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day,” he whines.
“And tonight is Pansy’s hen do. I have to go.”
Laughing at his scowl, she bends down and brushes his lips with hers, then murmurs an Accio.
A red, silicone ring…thing lands in her palm and she presents it to him with a smirk. “An early Valentine’s gift. I designed it specifically for you.”
Draco’s brow furrows as he studies it.
“You wear it on your cock,” she informs him matter-of-factly.
Oh?
”Oh.”
“Wait til you’re soft to put it on. Wear it while I’m gone, and if you manage not to come…” She bites her lip. “You can have anything you want.”
Draco accepts the cock ring, wondering how he’ll ever be soft again.
“Right now, Granger,” he grits out, “what I want is limited to fucking you into the mattress until I flood your little pussy.”
She snorts and kisses him. “Don’t lose sight of the big picture. Besides, you have plans with Theo and Blaise tonight.”
Draco sighs. She’s right, of course.
“Don’t come,” she murmurs. “Save it all up for me.”
Merlin. She’s really not helping with the whole “soft” thing.
“I’ll wear yours if you’ll wear mine.”
Fuck.
He has to hold out. Has to.
***
After a cold, lonely shower, Draco is finally able to put the ring on.
As he rolls the silicone down to the base of his flaccid-ish cock, Draco can’t help but feel pride at the way it adjusts to fit him perfectly.
Granger certainly knows his cock.
She’s even charmed it to loosen if he falls asleep wearing it—quite romantic really.
He finishes dressing, and steps through the Floo into the noisy pub to join Theo and Blaise for dinner and pints.
Just as he goes to take a swig of his drink, Draco’s eyes bug out when the ring around his base suddenly tightens.
He nearly spits out his mouthful of beer when the thing begins to vibrate, sending pulses up and down the length of his dick, from his frenulum to his balls.
Granger is a godsdamn menace.
He shudders when the sensations intensify and drops his face into his hands, panting until the sensations slowly begin to abate.
He’s hard as a fucking rock, positively dripping into his briefs.
Especially knowing that even as she sits kilometres away, wearing that red dress, doing Merlin-Knows-What for Pansy’s upcoming nuptials, she’s still thinking of his cock.
Fuck, if he was at home right now, he’d take it out and—
“I should get you one of those,” he hears Theo mutter to Blaise.
“I’m surprised you haven’t.” Blaise chuckles. “You do love to torment me.”
“Clearly not as much as Granger loves to torment Draco.” Theo’s tone is sheer awe. “What an inspiration she is.”
If Draco weren’t currently fighting for his life, he’d probably take offense in some way. As it is, he’s busy resisting the urge to grind against the barstool.
All night long, it’s the game she plays.
Getting him hard to the point of squirming, then backing off when he’s just about ready to Apparate to wherever she is and fuck her in front of Pansy, Merlin, Morgana, and anyone else who cares to watch.
“So,” Blaise asks, with a gleam in his eye. “I can see Granger has you wearing her ring…when are you going to have her wearing yours?”
***
Draco’s still half hard when he climbs in his too large, lonely bed, and does his best to think unsexy thoughts.
He certainly doesn’t think of Granger, or her perfect tits, or her cunt—impossibly hot and snug, like a tight little velvet fist.
Or the curve of her lips when she teases him, her big brown eyes looking up at him as she sucks him off, or the curls that tickle his face when she rides his—fuck.
Draco rolls over, so hard he aches. His hips press against the mattress and he knows it wouldn’t take long. A few grinds at most.
But he won’t do it.
He’s going to win.
***
Draco dreams that something warm and Granger-scented straddles him, grinding slick and perfect and welcoming against his cock.
He rocks his hips up, before he finally remembers he’s dreaming and sits up panting.
Real Granger is there, home, fully nude, and riding his lap.
“Wh–what are you doing home?” he manages to ask.
“I missed you,” she breathes. “And it’s Valentine’s Day.”
Between the drag of her pussy along the neglected length of his cock, and the sway of her tits as she moves, Draco just about loses.
Miraculously, he manages to hold off.
She rises up onto her knees, and reaches back to stroke his long-suffering cock, which strains toward her like always, as if magnetized.
“Your cock is perfect on its own.” She sounds a bit dazed and he has to wonder just what they’d gotten up to at the hen do, “But wearing my ring, it’s just…stunning. So impossibly hard. The head is more swollen than usual.”
“Yeah because you’ve edged me all fucking day,” he grumbles. “Will you fucking ride me already?”
She turns back to him and he watches as she rises up, shuddering when she reaches for his cock, aiming him at her heat.
His eyes roll back and later, he’ll be embarrassed about the guttural sound he makes when she sinks down, slowly taking him to the hilt, a perfect stretch that almost undoes him on the spot.
He thinks he’ll lose his mind when the ring starts to vibrate, snug around his base, and Granger whimpers as her clit brushes against the ring with every bounce.
He’s close, so fucking close.
“Granger,” he bites out, “I’m going to fucking come.”
She smiles tenderly and leans down and whispers into his ear.
“Ask me.”
Draco freezes. For months—months—she's made him wait. And now she’s waiting.
He summons the ring box from his nightstand, opening it with shaky hands, quickly before she can change her mind. He opens the box and pushes it toward her, a bit frantic.
“Marry me, Granger.”
It’s less question than demand, but her breath hitches. The corners of her mouth curve up and her eyes grow suspiciously misty as she holds out her left hand to him.
Draco slides the gold band with a diamond smaller than he’d prefer (but larger than she would) onto her finger, the metal band as perfectly sized to her finger as the silicone one around his base.
A perfect fit.
For a moment, Draco’s mesmerized by the sight of her wearing his ring.
He’d won.
And it’s that sight of the diamond ring glinting in the early morning light streaming in—she’s wearing his ring—that finally does him in.
He comes, eyes squeezed shut, hissing through his teeth, as pleasure and pain overtake him.
“I won,” he grits out, especially when he feels Granger’s thighs quiver, her perfect pussy spasming on his cock.
“Oh Draco,” she laughs breathlessly. “We both did.”