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Title: You'e Mine
Author:
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Prompt: Scarf
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Draco Malfoy / Hermione Granger
Summary: Hermione wears a scarf for a reason. LEMON.
Warnings/Content Notes: A very controlling Draco in this story. Set Post-Hogwarts.
Word Count: 1118
Author's Notes: Written for the 2012 Everything Goes
hp_kinkfest challenge. Posted late because of personal stuff.
Draco eyed the red satin scarf that wrapped around her graceful neck. It matched the long red Valentino Rosso dress that fell to the floor and hid her perfectly dainty feet. The scarf ruined the way the dress looked but he knew that she didn’t want others to see her mark. His mark.
He took a sip of the firewhisky in the crystal goblet he held and tried to stay involved with the conversation that Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini were having. “Draco, you smug bastard, what do you think?” Blaise asked, as his wife Pansy joined them by his side. Draco watched Blaise’s hand snake around Pansy’s waist and massage the skin on her hip. “Do you suppose the election for Minister will bring Headlines?”
Blaise was running for Minister and was throwing the gala tonight to heighten his chances and meet the locals. Rita Skeeter was making her way through each and every high-ranking Ministry member that was in attendance. Blaise noticed her and waved her over. “Ahh, Mr. Zabini, fabulous party!”
Draco took another sip of his drink and left the group, leaving Blaise to prattle on about his changes to the Ministry when he was to be elected. He eyed his prize again and was livid to see her chatting sweetly to aging Ministry member Amos Diggory. The older man smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder and patted it gently. She smiled at him and laughed a minute later and Draco saw red.
Making his way over to her, he slowly approached from behind and gently placed a hand on the bottom of her back. She turned to eye who had touched her and her eyes widened when she saw it was him. “Mister Malfoy,” she whispered, “you know Mister Diggory. He was telling me all about his current project.”
“Fantastic,” Draco said, smiling in a widely wicked way. The older man smiled also and took a drink from the tray floating around. “Excuse us a minute, sir.” Draco took her by the elbow and led her slowly through the ballroom towards a secluded office. He closed the door behind them and crossed his arms over his chest. “What the fuck are you doing!”
“Excuse me!” she shouted, grabbing her arms, “Don’t speak to me like that, you bastard!” He was by her side in an instant, grabbing her arms and pulling her against him.
“Don’t you forget who owns you, Granger!” The dark haired witch frowned up at him, wanting to scream but another force telling her not to. “I marked you. I own you.” His hand suddenly fell between her legs and threw the dress up, touching her wet folds harshly. His other hand reached up and grasped the red scarf, pulling it off to reveal the feral mark against her creamy skin. The blood that hadn’t healed from the night before was now dry and dirty against her skin as he had commanded her not to clean it. “This,” he said, pressing a finger hard against the mark, “is my ownership of you.” She moaned in pain as he touched the mark. “Don’t you ever fucking forget it, Granger!”
He threw her up on the desk, threw her legs over his shoulders and dipped his head between her legs, tugged the small material away and lapped at her folds. Hermione moaned as her head fell back against the desk. Draco’s tongue and lips attacked her wetness and the more Hermione moaned and writhed under his devouring tongue, the faster he went. “Draco… Draco please, please….”
“Tell me what you want, imp,” he whispered against her legs, kissing down and up against her thighs. “Tell me the words.”
“I want you to bite me. I want you to fuck me. I want you.” Draco smiled and bit against her leg, making her groan and moan at the same time. When he had come into his Veela heritage on his twenty-first birthday, he had felt obsession and possessiveness over Hermione Granger – his one true mate.
He had confronted her, kissed her, fucked her and bit her all in one night. He had claimed her also and taken her over and over again that night in a way Hermione had never been touched or loved.
Now, as he released himself from the confines of his pants and placed himself just outside her entrance, he wanted to bite her again. Over the same mark as before. He pushed into her, making her moan again as her warm wetness engulfed his hardened cock. “Gods Hermione, feel so fucking good,” he panted against her head as he thrust and thrust inside her, “So tight and warm inside you.” Hermione reached up and trailed her fingernails down his back, wanting to touch his skin so badly.
“Gods Draco,” she whispered, “I love you. I love you so much, darling.”
“Love is weakness,” he hissed, thrusting harder and harder. Hermione knew he loved her, but his Veela rage threw him into a jealous, possessive and obsessive rage. His fucked her good and hard against the desk and when he called out loudly, “FUCK I’M GONNA COME!” Hermione clenched his hard cock with her pulsing walls as he bit into her neck against the mark he had made many months before, reopening it, letting it bleed and came hard with him. He moaned and sighed heavily and came down from his high, pressing his forehead against hers.
“I suppose we should re-join the party,” he whispered against her lips, “I expect Blaise to soon announce me as his benefactor for the election.” Hermione nodded and smiled, touched his face with her hand. “I’ll get your scarf.” He pulled himself out, tucked himself away and retreated to find her lost red scarf. She arranged herself, pulling her knickers up and dress down and took the scarf from his hands gently as she tied it back around her neck.
“I forgot to tell you earlier,” he said, touching her face gently, “that you looked lovely tonight.” She smiled and took the hand her offered her. “Lets go then.” They re-joined the party, Blaise soon telling everyone that Draco had helped pay for his election race and a toast was declared and everyone raised their glass. From across the room, Hermione smiled at Draco, raising her own glass to him and gently touching her scarf.
Draco smiled and raised his glass back to her. It was going to be a long night.
End Notes: Had fun writing this. Hope you all enjoyed it. Comments and reviews are love.
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Prompt: Scarf
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Draco Malfoy / Hermione Granger
Summary: Hermione wears a scarf for a reason. LEMON.
Warnings/Content Notes: A very controlling Draco in this story. Set Post-Hogwarts.
Word Count: 1118
Author's Notes: Written for the 2012 Everything Goes
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Draco eyed the red satin scarf that wrapped around her graceful neck. It matched the long red Valentino Rosso dress that fell to the floor and hid her perfectly dainty feet. The scarf ruined the way the dress looked but he knew that she didn’t want others to see her mark. His mark.
He took a sip of the firewhisky in the crystal goblet he held and tried to stay involved with the conversation that Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini were having. “Draco, you smug bastard, what do you think?” Blaise asked, as his wife Pansy joined them by his side. Draco watched Blaise’s hand snake around Pansy’s waist and massage the skin on her hip. “Do you suppose the election for Minister will bring Headlines?”
Blaise was running for Minister and was throwing the gala tonight to heighten his chances and meet the locals. Rita Skeeter was making her way through each and every high-ranking Ministry member that was in attendance. Blaise noticed her and waved her over. “Ahh, Mr. Zabini, fabulous party!”
Draco took another sip of his drink and left the group, leaving Blaise to prattle on about his changes to the Ministry when he was to be elected. He eyed his prize again and was livid to see her chatting sweetly to aging Ministry member Amos Diggory. The older man smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder and patted it gently. She smiled at him and laughed a minute later and Draco saw red.
Making his way over to her, he slowly approached from behind and gently placed a hand on the bottom of her back. She turned to eye who had touched her and her eyes widened when she saw it was him. “Mister Malfoy,” she whispered, “you know Mister Diggory. He was telling me all about his current project.”
“Fantastic,” Draco said, smiling in a widely wicked way. The older man smiled also and took a drink from the tray floating around. “Excuse us a minute, sir.” Draco took her by the elbow and led her slowly through the ballroom towards a secluded office. He closed the door behind them and crossed his arms over his chest. “What the fuck are you doing!”
“Excuse me!” she shouted, grabbing her arms, “Don’t speak to me like that, you bastard!” He was by her side in an instant, grabbing her arms and pulling her against him.
“Don’t you forget who owns you, Granger!” The dark haired witch frowned up at him, wanting to scream but another force telling her not to. “I marked you. I own you.” His hand suddenly fell between her legs and threw the dress up, touching her wet folds harshly. His other hand reached up and grasped the red scarf, pulling it off to reveal the feral mark against her creamy skin. The blood that hadn’t healed from the night before was now dry and dirty against her skin as he had commanded her not to clean it. “This,” he said, pressing a finger hard against the mark, “is my ownership of you.” She moaned in pain as he touched the mark. “Don’t you ever fucking forget it, Granger!”
He threw her up on the desk, threw her legs over his shoulders and dipped his head between her legs, tugged the small material away and lapped at her folds. Hermione moaned as her head fell back against the desk. Draco’s tongue and lips attacked her wetness and the more Hermione moaned and writhed under his devouring tongue, the faster he went. “Draco… Draco please, please….”
“Tell me what you want, imp,” he whispered against her legs, kissing down and up against her thighs. “Tell me the words.”
“I want you to bite me. I want you to fuck me. I want you.” Draco smiled and bit against her leg, making her groan and moan at the same time. When he had come into his Veela heritage on his twenty-first birthday, he had felt obsession and possessiveness over Hermione Granger – his one true mate.
He had confronted her, kissed her, fucked her and bit her all in one night. He had claimed her also and taken her over and over again that night in a way Hermione had never been touched or loved.
Now, as he released himself from the confines of his pants and placed himself just outside her entrance, he wanted to bite her again. Over the same mark as before. He pushed into her, making her moan again as her warm wetness engulfed his hardened cock. “Gods Hermione, feel so fucking good,” he panted against her head as he thrust and thrust inside her, “So tight and warm inside you.” Hermione reached up and trailed her fingernails down his back, wanting to touch his skin so badly.
“Gods Draco,” she whispered, “I love you. I love you so much, darling.”
“Love is weakness,” he hissed, thrusting harder and harder. Hermione knew he loved her, but his Veela rage threw him into a jealous, possessive and obsessive rage. His fucked her good and hard against the desk and when he called out loudly, “FUCK I’M GONNA COME!” Hermione clenched his hard cock with her pulsing walls as he bit into her neck against the mark he had made many months before, reopening it, letting it bleed and came hard with him. He moaned and sighed heavily and came down from his high, pressing his forehead against hers.
“I suppose we should re-join the party,” he whispered against her lips, “I expect Blaise to soon announce me as his benefactor for the election.” Hermione nodded and smiled, touched his face with her hand. “I’ll get your scarf.” He pulled himself out, tucked himself away and retreated to find her lost red scarf. She arranged herself, pulling her knickers up and dress down and took the scarf from his hands gently as she tied it back around her neck.
“I forgot to tell you earlier,” he said, touching her face gently, “that you looked lovely tonight.” She smiled and took the hand her offered her. “Lets go then.” They re-joined the party, Blaise soon telling everyone that Draco had helped pay for his election race and a toast was declared and everyone raised their glass. From across the room, Hermione smiled at Draco, raising her own glass to him and gently touching her scarf.
Draco smiled and raised his glass back to her. It was going to be a long night.
End Notes: Had fun writing this. Hope you all enjoyed it. Comments and reviews are love.