Written by - ren-san
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During an unusually hot day at Hogwarts, Draco sees Hermione enjoying a nice treat. Suddenly, jumping in the cold lakes seems more apealing. Rated M. No longer a oneshot. Please read and review!
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Part 1 & 2
Disclaimer-Not mine.
Draco sighed and wiped a hand over head sweat drenched brow. Why did it have to be so hot? Perhaps he could go for a swim in the lake to cool down. He looked around to see if anyone was around and found Hermione sitting under the shade of a tree a few feet away, sucking on a cherry popsicle while reading a book. She slowly moved the frozen treat into her mouth and back out, sucking on the tip. Draco felt all the blood in his body unexpectedly travel south and he shifted uncomfortably. What the hell?
He quietly crept closer to the tree where Hermione was at and watched as she ran her tongue along the underside of the popsicle before circling the top and repeating the process. Draco couldn’t fight the moan that escaped his mouth and Hermione’s head snapped up to see him there. She looked him up and down, her gaze meeting the tent that was currently pitched in his pants, making Draco wish he wore his robes.
Hermione grinned coyly before taking as much of the popsicle as she could into her mouth, moving it in and out a few times. Draco bit his bottom lip and had the sudden desire to be that popsicle. That has got to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. He couldn’t take much more of this, so he reached down and took the popsicle away from her and raised it to his lips, sucking on it gently. It had the sweetest combination of cherry and cinnamon.
“I wasn’t done with that,” she said, frowning slightly but her brown eyes shone with challenge. Draco shrugged and continued to enjoy what was left of the frozen treat. Hermione stood up and closed the distance between the two, wrapping one hand around the popsicle stick and her other hand running over his abdomen and slowly inching toward his erection. Draco’s eyes widened slightly and he gulped. “Give it back.”
“Make me,” He challenged. Hermione’s hand lightly swept across the front of his jeans and she reached up to graze her tongue across his earlobe before gently nibbling on it, causing his eyes to close and a slight whimper to leave his lips. She pulled back and their eyes meet. She tried to pull the popsicle away from him, but he bit the top quarter of it off, grinning down at her. “You need to learn how to share, Granger.”
“And you need to learn a lesson on how to ask before taking what you want,” She retorted coolly, pressing her hips into his groin and using the distraction to try to grab the stick from Draco again. His hips bucked forward against his will. Hermione pressed her hips again into his and Draco grabbed her waist, firmly holding her in place.
“Are you going to be the one teaching that lesson?” He asked in a low voice, his lips centimeters away from hers. Draco backed her into the tree, placing a hand on either side of her head. Hermione gazed at him intensely, but couldn’t fight the blush that crept to her cheeks as she noticed their closeness. He leaned down, his hot breath tickling her lips. “I swear I’ll be a good student.”
Draco pressed his mouth to hers, backing Hermione up against a tree. Hermione was startled before wrapping her arms around his neck, hands threading through his silver locks. He moved down to kiss her neck, his name a soft sigh on her lips.
Draco woke with a start. He was drenched in sweat and had an extremely painful erection creating a tent in the sheet covering his waist. It was all a dream? Of course it had to be a dream; he would never do that with Granger. But the dream….Just thinking of her mouth around that popsicle sent more of his blood rushing south.
He ran his hand down his stomach, reaching under the thin sheet and wrapping it around his throbbing hard on. He closed his eyes, his mind replaying the dream. His hand sped up, letting his mind wander to what could have happened if the dream had progressed further. With a grunt he came, his cock going flaccid in grip.
It had to be the heat, he determined as he caught his breath.
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Disclaimer-I don’t own Harry Potter. Maybe Santa could give it to me for Christmas…I’ve been really good.
Wintery Treat
Draco woke with a groan from another repeat showing of the dream. It’s like his subconscious was trying to drive him crazy. Five months of nightly showings of Granger and that damn popsicle, it was torture!
He found himself staring after the girl in question, wondering what his dreams could be trying to tell him. She wasn’t very attractive, that’s for sure. She was still the frumpy, know it all that he had met first year.
Maybe he was cursed. Or maybe he was being punished by some higher power. Or someone has been putting some Weasley products in his pumpkin juice at dinner. Whatever it was, he wanted it to end.
Damn him. Damn Professor Flitwick to hell. Candy canes? What was the man thinking?
Draco stared across the room as she sat next to Potter and Weasley, happily sucking on the sugary treat. He gulped and looked away quickly. Get a grip on yourself, Draco. There is no way that her and that candy cane can be sexy. Draco looked back over across the room. Damn. It was.
He watched as the Brown girl seated behind Granger tapped her on the shoulder, motioning over in his direction. The four Gryffindors looked over curiously before returning to their conversation.
“Malfoy?” Draco looked behind him and through the crowded corridor after charms was over. Granger was motioning for him to follow her. With a sigh, he entered the empty classroom that Granger went into, the door slamming shut behind him.
“What?” He said rudely.
“What the hell is your problem? Got a staring problem?” Granger said without preamble. She stood with her hands on her hips, face hard and unreadable.
“Its none of your concern, is it mudblood.” Draco snapped. He briefly recalled back in third year, when he called her a mudblood and got punched pretty hard in the nose. Please don’t let her punch me, he prayed.
“Well you better quit it, whatever it is.” She marched out of the classroom with out a word more.
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