Bride of the HP Dragon

Draco

(7:00am)

Moaning one after another.

Where the hell am I?Why does my head hurt like a needle pricking my temple, has the hippogriff been dancing on my head all night?

Oh no, my mind is blurry, I need to sleep a little longer.

I'm drunk again.

Certainly so.

(8:00am)

oh!damn it!I can't sleep with a headache!

Sunlight leaked in through the curtains, which was a good thing, I was in the house and didn't sleep in the gutter like last time.

It smells disgusting, like I haven't showered in ages, it's terrible.

I really want to go to the toilet, but I want to sleep even more.

It's strange, my body is so warm, and the sheets smell of rose tea, vanilla and some other smells.

very nice.

The headache stopped, and the darkness came again.

Hermione

(8:30am)

God.

Sore all over.

I was so tired that my eyelids stuck together and couldn't be separated.

I really want to sleep, I will talk about other things later.

Oh, the headache is gone.

(10:30am)

water.

anyone there?Whoever it is, I'm dying of thirst.

The headache was splitting, the limbs were sore, and the feet felt like they were stepping on cotton and couldn't exert their strength.

Am I seriously injured?

But it doesn't seem to be the case.

oh my god.

graduation party...

Draco woke up first.

He sat up and opened his hazy, bloodshot gray eyes.He blinked and licked his dry lips to moisten his thirsty throat, but his lips were as dry as sandpaper.Post-party hangovers are nothing new, and Draco Malfoy is 18, handsome and popular, with private boxes in the best pubs in England (and two or three in France).So he's no stranger to the hangover groggy feeling.

He immediately realized three things.

First of all, he was in a hotel, and his family was not very high-end.Thankfully, the drawn curtains were a gaudy stone green, the floor was a nondescript brown shag rug, and the few sparse pieces of furniture in the room looked neither plastic nor cardboard, or at all. A cheap material for combining two things.

Then, he had to admit that the room seemed to have been in a war, a chair with a broken leg was overturned in the corner, the electric lamp was shaking overhead, and the air blown by the old air conditioner above his head was full of dust.

An empty Ogden bottle had been overturned on the dresser, soaking the rug beneath.Clothes were strewn about like a robbed laundromat.The dress robes he had worn the night before were curled up in a corner, and the silver and green Slytherin tie was thrown beside the bed.

There were some other clothes, but they didn't belong to him, Draco raised his eyebrows.A dark blue robe hung over the edge of the bed, a peach-colored bra with lace and lace was hanging from the bathroom doorknob, and his panties were acting as a lampshade.

This is great!It seemed obvious, Draco thought, reclining on the pillow.His mind was as heavy as cast lead now, and it was all a mess.But as a healthy young wizard, occasional indulgences are also worth encouraging.

But such thoughts stopped abruptly when he found out who was his lucky partner for the hangover, and he discovered the most serious problem.

Damn it!Damn it!

Hermione Granger, the ten-thousand-year-old female student president of Hogwarts, the implementer of a large number of confinement, has a bitter and hatred expression all day long, and keeps running to protect the rights and interests of house-elves, but such a girl He was curled up next to him, seemingly asleep, almost naked.

It's not over yet, Draco's head is clear, but his body is emotional.Because he found that Granger's hands were intimately circling his sensitive parts.

Well, Draco considered himself a pretty normal young man, he played around and had a colorful school life.But that's the case, the current situation is that he was dumbfounded for 5 minutes.

It wasn't until the hands of the metal clock on the wall pointed to 10:40 in the morning that Draco accepted the fatal fact that he was sleeping with his recent schoolmates, not the familiar partners he used to know.Based on their current status, it appears that their intersection was forced to be extended.

Draco stepped aside abruptly, his erection forced him to examine the sleeping girl with an almost sinful fascination.

Granger was asleep facing him, her long, disheveled hair in curls that shone the color of brandy, obscuring her face.The sheets were wrapped around her feet and her slender thighs, and she slept restlessly, as if struggling with a nightmare, with the rest of the sheets under her face.It looked like she had rolled up the sheets and Draco had to claim the pillow.

Merlin's colored nails, he slept with his Muggle blood at Hogwarts, and his Slytherin classmates were sure to throw him rotten fruit when he went back to school.Yes, they had their graduation party, but there were still two full weeks before the school year officially ended.

But maybe sleeping with Granger wasn't such a bad thing, Draco mused.Perhaps he could see it as a sign of rebellion, since that was notoriously intolerable and impossible.But he just climbed onto the tall, snow-white image of the heroine, and used his method to open the closely guarded gate of heaven.

But damn it, he couldn't remember how it happened.

This happened as likely as pigs flying through the sky, but Granger wasn't a troll after all, and he could even be said to be pretty.As long as it is not in the same dormitory with him, it is not a Hogwarts senior boy on the Slytherin Quidditch team, and the male students after the fourth year are aware of this.The only pity was that Granger was a Muggleborn, and the girl was really excitable and annoying.

The school arranges that the two houses run together, which means that dormitories, classrooms and great halls are filled with the secret daydreams of teenage boys.Over the years, Draco couldn't help occasionally imagining him pressing her against the edge of the cauldron in Potions class and stabbing hard, unleashing his wicked desires, thrusting hard into her ass, and again. Go deep again.

Of course, he never thought that these daydreams would come true. It was impossible to take risks. After all, even if he bumped into her in a crowded corridor, Granger would probably make trouble for him.She looked nice, but it wasn't worth Draco's trouble.

Well, anyway, now she slept with him.Barring some unseemly coercion, Granger seemed willing to take off her crisp trousers after all.Draco longed to Apparate from this small, dirty room, and then all his classmates would know he'd run away, but started remembering.

Then the vague memory slowly gathered like a tide.

It was clear to Draco that he was still reeling from the night before, and it was all bloody alcohol.He put his hands on her shoulders, trying to feel her honey-colored, slightly freckled skin.His action caused Hermione to lean towards him, her lips lightly pressed against Draco's shoulder, letting out a sleepy sigh, which made Draco's mind even more confused.The desire in his lower abdomen was louder and louder, which is what men must experience every morning.

He quietly retracted his hands again, obediently circling the hardness of his pain from desire, and a skillful kneading relieved the feeling that the two balls were eager to be soothed, and then Draco moved, stimulating Stronger, harder and more engorged erections.It needs to be rubbed, rubbed hard, gentle methods will not work, the appeal of the body is the most straightforward, and cannot be evaded.

It looks like they got tangled up exhaustingly more than once.

Granger murmured protests in her sleep, muttering nonsense (the Mudblood babbled nonsense even when he was asleep), she put her left leg on top of Draco, and half rolled towards him .

A well-bred wizard might choose to be a gentleman in this situation and wake the girl up.But Draco was a jerk and thought it was time to miss.Desire gradually dominated reason, and he lay back on the bed, pulling the girl's legs up around his waist.It's not a comfortable position, and it's not conducive to sleep, but she just didn't wake up, but she kept complaining softly.

The tip of his nose can keenly feel each moist breath of the other party. At this moment, the identity of each other is no longer a problem, and it doesn't matter where they are.He deliberately ignored that she had been an unpleasant existence for him for the past seven years. What he could feel now was that Granger was a soft and warm girl lying on his bed. Noisy.Draco slid his hands up her hips, bringing his hands close to her lips, then pressed hard against her stomach.

Granger's skin felt soft and cool to the touch, and she frowned and pouted slightly in sleep.Her right hand was placed between their faces, fingers bent and loosely clenched into a fist.She looked innocent in her sleep, and this fresh feeling suddenly appeared in Draco's cognition.

Women were all the same, Draco convinced himself, then this was a good choice given the current state of his desire.He shifted his hips to put Granger under him, and the crumpled sheets parted a bit, and he caught a glimpse of the pair of curds.They were not very large, and, unfortunately, even small in his eyes.

He vaguely felt a voice humming behind him, and the scream echoed in his head: "Hey, you're staring at Granger's nipples!"

Well, back to my senses, what the hell happened six hours ago?

He indulged himself in grabbing her right roundness, kneading and squeezing, and then he watched with interest as the pink nipple hardened quickly.However, sitting up straight and lying back on his own half of the bed made Draco's brain feel drained of blood, and he could barely contain the nausea.The strange taste in his mouth, the musty smell of tobacco and old carpet did nothing to ease his dizziness.Before he knew it, he closed his eyes, pressed his mouth and nose to Granger's hair, and breathed in her scent, which relieved him from the churning stomach activity.

He smelled vanilla and rose again, but mixed with a distinctly sweet, alluring musk.Horny even more violently, Draco wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, and carefully guided the hardness between her legs with his hands.He felt great pleasure when he touched his erection, but it was even more sensual when it touched the moist, dense, slightly curly firmness.

Her body was ready, and Draco's previous caresses had made her glisten and sticky juice, which made it easy for him to slide into her cunt.

And she was still asleep.

Draco hesitated, talking softly to himself.A lot of stupid, cheesy words about women came to his mind, but Granger couldn't describe them.Granger was unbelievably full and unspeakably tight.Glove, velvet, greenhouse, grip, pull, pull, rub, inhale, the words all apply.

The memory flashed, Granger leaned against his shoulder with a smirk, and the two hurried out of the banquet in the Great Hall to Hogsmeade.Granger said he was being stubborn, wasting his natural talent for magic and pushed him away.A few more fuzzy clips flashed by, and this little argument ended in a kiss that both parties were happy with, followed by more intense entanglements.

There was a pop of apparition, a passing feeling of dread, a emptiness after a carnival.

Another memory popped up, clearer than others.Granger straddled the chair with the now broken leg, bobbing her head up and down at his slow, steady command, while Draco held her hair tightly.He enjoys the service of her lips and tongue, but he is more gentle than other women.

This scene successfully drove Draco's sanity out of the body for an instant, and it was enough for him to forcefully push into Granger's body when he was already ready to go, and the girl's back was crushed Pressed onto the bed.

"Oh!" she murmured angrily, frowning as Draco had done before, licking her parched lips, eyes rolling under closed lids.

Draco watched her face intently, pushing harder and harder.

"Ah!" She frowned again, about to wake up.

For some unknown reason, some reason that shouldn't be remembered at this moment, Draco's mind suddenly remembered his mother's words.

"You can hang out with those pretty young witches, but don't take it seriously," Narcissa Malfoy had told him last summer. "You can play until you find a decent wife."

Well, he's doing that now, Draco thought.Ignoring the troubles that might be caused next, he pressed Granger's back and slammed into a deeper place.

It took a lot of willpower not to get over her in this situation, and Draco covered her mouth until he climbed to the top and exploded.The muscles in his arms bulged, and it took a moment for his body to calm down.

It was too warm inside her, as if there were thousands of softest silks wrapped around his sensitive whole, hard and loose and tight, it was simply too terrible to get out, and it was even more unbearable to pull it out.He was only a man, and a slave held captive by the immutable passions of man and woman.

But what goes in has to be pulled out, and... oh shit, pulling it out is ecstasy enough.

His lower body is currently weak and can't withstand any pressure. Although it is very dangerous, it feels really good, and he really wants to continue these two movements.

Draco bit his lower lip tightly, with extraordinary willpower to keep himself from being hollowed out.

At this critical moment, Hermione Granger's brown eyes suddenly opened.