Fic: High School Lover

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Title: High School Lover
Author: skinnieminnie27
Prompt Number: 181 submitted by geewhiz
Kink Showcased: Clumsiness
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Draco/Hermione
Summary: Awkward touches and non-choreographed sex. No Slytherin Sex God here.
Warnings: language, clumsy sex.
Word Count: 2814
Author's Notes: I wanted to write a first-time that felt real. Complete with awkward moments and dumb racing thoughts, so this is riddled with both. i only hope i did the prompt justice



Three months after the war and he had shown up on her doorstep, drunk and disheveled. Slurred words and bloodshot eyes he confessed his love for her.

“I want to m-marry youu.” he proclaims very loudly, much to her displeasure.

“You’re drunk.” she says flatly.

“Drunk with love. Maybe. Doesn’t make it any less true.” he responds, swaying slightly on his feet as his hand rises to tuck a wayward curl behind her ear.

She chuckles, “You’re going to regret this in the morning.”

“I never say things I don’t mean.”

“Come inside. We’ll talk about this in the morning.” she says softly, stepping aside for his much larger frame to go through the door and into her quaint flat.

The following day was spent nursing hangovers and mending what Hermione thought was a broken relationship. A friendship that had sprung amongst the rubbles of lost friends and a war that dragged on for two years. It was completely unexpected and surprised everyone. Snotty Malfoy and bookworm Granger would be seen discussing magical theories and strategic battle plans all around Grimmauld Place. Draco had successfully crossed over to the Light at the end of his sixth year, much to the displeasure of his father and many Gryffindor alumni.

“The offer still stands.” He speaks lowly, a hint of a smirk lining his face.

She glares. “I’m not marrying you Malfoy.”

“Why not?” he whines, haughty airs of aristocracy long gone. And he becomes the spoiled child she always knew he was.

“Where should I start?”

“You fancy me don’t you? I don’t see any problem.” he says arrogantly. She scoffs. And there he goes again, acting like a child who’d say anything to get a new toy.

“We’ve never even been on a proper date! How can you expect me to marry you when such simple feats have yet to be accomplished?”

“Niceties.” he shrugs. “Trivial at the most.”

She bites her lip as she stares at him. The man did deserve some points for brashness, but could she do it? Could she marry Draco Malfoy? Realistically speaking they’d been dancing around one another for the past year and a half. Lingering glances and coarse innuendo delivered on his part had been just one of the many changes Hermione had faced upon the beginning of the war. She supposed it was her fault that they’d never reached the next level in their relationship, she’d been adamant in keeping all her relationships platonic during the harsh times. No use in mucking up an already messy situation she’d told herself. Even with Draco making eyes at her every chance he had, she still refused to admit her feelings for him. Even Mr. Weasley had scolder her once ‘For the love of Merlin Hermione! Give the boy a chance!’ he had said after a particularly embarrassing incident involving mistletoe.

She blushes hard at the memory, remembering what it felt like to almost have Draco’s lips on hers. His soft, pouty mouth… and she knows she probably shouldn’t say it but the words slip out of her mouth like vomit. “We’ve never even snogged.”

She turns to look at Draco and for a moment all she sees is shock on his incredibly (albeit pointy) handsome face, before he turns it into one of his ever present smirks. “Well all you had to do was ask.”

And his hands go around her skinny arms as he pulls her towards him, hard and it takes everything in her not to whimper at what she knows is coming next. Because her lack of experience has always bothered her even though she knows Draco won’t mind, but it still causes enough hesitation in her to tense up and just as he is about to press his lips against hers she ends up ducking her head and going for his throat instead, which causes Draco to end up with a mouth full of curly brown hair.

“Granger! What the fuck?!” he asks, a hand smacking away her bushy hair.

“Sorry.” she responds sheepishly.

He glares at her, “Now, I’m going to kiss you and I don’t want you moving out of the way understand?”

She nods because the way he orders her makes her feel like a scolded child, and she never was one to undermine authoritative figures.

So he does. Kisses her feverishly and almost expertly, lips parting and moving like she always imagined kisses should be, a perfectly choreographed dance between two pairs of lips. By the time they’re both gasping for air, she feels like melting. She feels dazed and confused, like she’s floating on air and he’s the only thing holding her down. Their first kiss was perfection, even though it was two years in the making, and his lips are a little chapped, and she thinks her side of the kiss was too wet. But Draco doesn’t say anything, just looks at her with the same loopy expression she’s sure is on her face as well.

“Where’s your room?” he asks suddenly, startling her out of the kiss-induced stupor.

“Second door on the left.” Hermione responds, a finger pointing towards the small hallway at the end of her flat.

Draco grabs her hand and tugs her the whole way. She can feel her stomach do flips and cave in on itself, she’s about to have sex. She’s sure of it. For the first time. It makes her feel nervous and a tiny bit scared. Her hands start getting clammy and just as they enter her room she feels Draco stumble and curse because her room is always dark if she doesn’t open the blinds. So she goes on and turns on the little Tiffany lamp her mum bought her for her 16th birthday and by the time she turns back around Draco is already shirtless. Just standing there, with his trousers still on and his hair mussed from his hurried shirt pulling. Her mouth goes dry and she doesn’t know what to say. Nice chest Malfoy crosses briefly through her mind.

“Come here.” he motions her over and she goes to stand before him, so close that his smell becomes intoxicating. He doesn’t kiss or grab her roughly again, he simply looks at her, with silver eyes that intimidate with the intensity at which they gaze at her. She fidgets, bites her lower lip and breaks eye contact.

“Granger, look at me.” he speaks softly and almost gentle. And the tone alone almost makes her look straight at him because for a long while Hermione didn’t think Malfoy was capable of human emotions, but she hesitates and takes her sweet time facing him. When she finally does look at him he looks almost as nervous as she does, which is in fact quite comforting. It makes the corners of her mouth lift slightly. He looks younger somehow, fresh-faced, like a school boy as he runs a calloused hand through silky almost-white hair. He tries smoothing it back but his fringe bounces back towards his eyes.

“Yes?” she asks.

Malfoy inhales deeply and blows the air out of his mouth, he looks at her some more and a few moments later finally opens his mouth to speak. “This is your first time isn’t it?”

The question startles Hermione and only makes her search for words that don’t make much sense, “I- uh. Well y-yes.” she blushes hard under his anxious scrutiny.

“Right.” he nods.

And before she knows it he’s on her like something fierce. Lips, tongue, teeth, hands, lovely digits, arms, all over her. He pulls off her shirt in a rush and her tiny stud earring gets stuck on the collar, she winces and goes to gently pull it away before he takes off an ear. Draco pushes her back on the bed and long fingers go for the waist band of her jeans, he pulls them off knickers and all, hardly giving her time to be embarrassed. So she lays on the bed stark naked because she didn’t wear a bra that evening and Malfoy smiles at her. His eyes crinkle, they shine with mirth, and all his perfect teeth are on display as he stands before her. Like a skinny version of Adonis, because Malfoy was never one to be overtly muscular. With his scars and black jeans slung low on his waist, Hermione thinks he’s one of the most beautiful things she’s ever seen.

Malfoy unzips his jeans and her eyes widen because he’s not wearing any underwear. He’s half hard and already he seems pretty large. Not that Hermione knows about penis size, since this is the only she’s seen outside of books and long-forgotten dirty magazines. But she wonders how that is supposed to fit inside her, the thought makes her more scared than excited.

Draco seems to notice her trepidation because as he lays on top of her, he pushes unruly curls aside and whispers in her ear, “Relax. Don’t think too much.”

And honestly she tries. But when Draco starts doing those wonderful things with his mouth on her neck, her lips, her breasts, all she can think of is how good, how satiated, how is it possible to feel this way? His nails skim her nipples and she feels them harden almost painfully, his hand roams to where no one but herself has touched. He rubs soft, hard, slow, and then he flicks the little nub and her back arches at the sensation. Her long, drawn out moan suddenly becomes a sound of distress as Draco pulls himself up on one hand.

“Ow!” she cries out. “You’re on my hair.” she pouts as his hand pulls on her long tresses.

“Oh shit. Fuck. Sorry.” Draco apologizes, his hand pulling out from its buried nook in Hermione’s hair. He looks completely embarrassed but somehow it only makes him more endearing. This is not Draco Malfoy the Slytherin Sex God, this is Draco Malfoy at his most vulnerable, and it’s for her eyes only.

“It’s alright.” she smiles at him, her hand goes to his cheek and she pulls him down for a kiss. He’s on her again in an instant. Lips trail to her neck and gently suck at the pulse point, she feels breathless. Draco follows a path downwards till he’s practically off the bed, his mouth dangerously close to where Hermione supposes a mouth should never go. He smirks at her fearful expression before diving into the apex of her thighs. She groans at the feel his mouth provokes, it’s wet and soft, and he flicks his tongue like she’s a piece of candy, out of nowhere he slides a finger inside and her womb tightens, suddenly it’s too much. Far too much. She feels like she’s about to explode but the detonator never goes off.

“Wait. Oh god, wait, please.” she grunts, her hand going to Draco’s head to pull him off.

He pulls away grinning, his mouth and part of his nose glistening with her juices. “What’s wrong?”

She’s still panting when she answers, “It’s too much. I don’t-- I can’t.”

“Does it feel like you want to pee?” Draco asks in all his seriousness, interrupting her oncoming babble. Hermione covers her face with both hands, mumbling her response.

“Yes.” she’s never been more self-conscious in her life.

“That means you’re going to come.”

The realization dawns on her. Of course. Well the books certainly didn’t describe it like that. Slowly she pulls her hands away from her flaming face, and feels ridiculous for making him stop like that. He probably thinks she’s frigid or something.

“Oh.” she says softly.

“Yeah.” Draco smirks, “Just let go Hermione.”

So she lays back fingers digging into the white linens of her bed as Draco resumes his previous ministrations. He sucks and licks and it feels hot, he moans a little and Hermione is slowly losing control. Her brain no longer has any say onto her bodily functions, everything is on instinct. She moans dirty words into the air, Draco licks her clit and Hermione wails, her hands go to the blond head between her legs and she pulls on his hair as her back arches off the bed. Somewhere, buried deep in Hermione’s conscious, she is aware of the amount of force she is bestowing upon Malfoy’s scalp; but it’s all she can do to keep from floating away from her spot on the bed.

She can hear Malfoy chuckle as she finally starts coming down from her sex fueled euphoria. “That’s some grip you have Granger.” he says, gently untangling her fingers from his abused skull.

“Sorry.” she barely responds, her breath still hitching. She struggles to say something else, perhaps something clever that will banish her inexperience from his thoughts and make her seem like a worldly woman. But nothing comes out except a pleasant sigh that slips out her lips the moment he settles atop of her. He brushes her side and softly pries her legs open, accommodating his hips. There’s a slight pressure at her opening but it’s nothing compared to how it feels when he actually starts pushing inside of her.

“Ungh… wait.” she whimpers, but Draco keeps pressing, oblivious to her protest. “Wait.” she says more frantically, she didn’t think it would hurt so much.

Draco lifts his eyes from the place at where they’re joined to look at her. There’s concern and lust swirling in his eyes, it’s the strangest combination Hermione’s ever seen. But he ceases all movement, his nostrils flaring as he breathes in deeply.

“Fuck, Granger. I’m not--” he begins saying through grit teeth.

Hermione experimentally moves her hips and hears him groan, she moves again and he takes the hint. He starts thrusting in earnest, muttering curses under his breath, sweat dampening his brow, his upper lip. One two three four five more plunges and he comes, just as she starts feeling good again.

“Sod all.” Draco says in tone which can only be described as self-conscious. “Shit. I’m-- It’s been a while.” he explains sheepishly, he doesn’t look at her but she can understand why he would be so mortified.

“It’s ok.” she responds gently, and he pulls out moving aside to lay on the bed. “We can do this another time.” she reassures.

“What?” he asks taken aback, his eyes widen slightly. “No. Just give me a minute.”

So they lay on the bed, side by side. The silence is uncomfortable and makes Hermione want to bite her nails like she did before she went to Hogwarts. “It’s quite alright, really.” she says, comforting him once again.

“Don’t be silly Granger.” Draco says, kissing her sloppy as he moves to straddle her. He wastes no time and enters her in a hasty motion, she grunts and he pulls her leg over his shoulder. He thrusts and pushes and moves his hips in circles. She starts seeing stars behind closed eyes, the burning in her raised leg a distant memory as a calloused thumb rubs her clit.

“Oh God. Oh God.” she moans, twisting her hips to meet his. She moves her hands to his arms but it feels awkward so she moves them to his shoulders, gripping hard as his pace increases.

“I’m going to-- fuck I’m coming.” Draco groans. And it’s the sight of his face that finally pushes Hermione over the edge. His beautiful face becomes creased in lust, his eyes close and his mouth is slightly open. Face flushed and fringe sticking to his forehead. It’s no longer a thing of beauty it’s something animalistic and raw. He gives one final grunt yet he keeps thrusting, gentler now, but it still draws out her orgasm. For a moment they just lay there, basking in each other’s sweat and warmth. Her first time. With Draco Malfoy. It hadn’t been like in the movies, or the books, but it’d been real. It’d been wonderful, and it only made Hermione smile widely.
Draco moves her leg from its position on his shoulder and Hermione winces because she’s never been that flexible.

He lets out a long sigh before speaking. “I think I might be in love with you.”

She can see him from the corner of her eye and he’s staring at the ceiling. “Ditto.” she says.

And she supposes her answer startles him because he looks at her with a frown on his face, a line appearing in between his brows. But just as soon the expression is gone and he lets out a laugh, not a chuckle or a chortle, a real honest laugh. She smiles and pulls him for a post-coital kiss. Legs tangled in between soiled sheets, sticky skin damp with perspiration, and an unforgettable memory of her first lover Hermione grins and kisses him again.

“Yes Malfoy. I’ll marry you.” she whispers in the middle of a long wet kiss.
         

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Aww thanks =) I was so worried about getting the right emotions across, so I'm glad I was able to achieve that.