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Mare of Desire
cw: smut, sex pollen
âGranger, are you sure we should be out here?â
She ignored his question and tugged on Dracoâs hand insistently, leading him into the darkness. He nearly stumbled on a tree root in her haste. He didnât fancy falling flat on his face in front of the girl heâd just convinced to take his bid for friendship seriously.
âGranger, slow down.â
She spun around with a huff and smacked him on his chest.
âOw!â Draco rubbed at the spot where sheâd hit him. Why was she always hitting him?
âOh, stuff it, Malfoy. I didnât hit you that hard.â She smirked at the wounded look he gave her and he wondered for the millionth time why he liked this witch. She was violent. She was mouthy. She made him want to tear his hair out.
He also desperately wanted to snog her until she couldnât breathe, until she slumped in his arms and he swept her up and dragged her straight into his bed.
First thingâs first.
âWhere are you taking us?â
âTrust me?â The smirk remained, but her eyes had relaxed as she searched his eyes and waited.
âAgainst my better judgment, yes.â
The tiny uptick of her lips widened into a grin that on any other face might be labeled evil. Granger made it look inviting. âThen letâs go.â
Her hand tightened on his and she took off again at a more measured pace. They pressed deeper into the Forbidden Forest, and Draco tried to ignore the coldness creeping across his skin, tendrils winding their way beneath the collar of his shirt and curling into his hair. They were legally adults now. The centaurs would be well within their rights to treat them accordingly if they caught them, students or not.
He tried to focus instead of the girl in front of him. Her ponytail bobbed along as she pressed forward, curls bouncing, almost inviting him to touch them. She kept up a steady hike like sheâd been wandering forests all her life. Draco considered himself fit enough with Quidditch, despite the past couple of years without, but even he was feeling a tad winded from their nonstop stride.Â
Just as he opened his mouth to ask her where she got all her energy from, she slowed down.
âI think itâs just up ahead.â
Draco peered past the surrounding gloom towards the soft glow beyond the small hill in their path.
âWhat is that?â
He only received a gentle squeeze on his hand in response. Hermione proceeded much more cautiously than she had first the bulk of their journey. Interestingly, the fear that had threatened to wrap him in a chilly embrace had abated. He wouldnât say that he was warm, exactly, but he did feel strangely drawn to the light ahead of them.
They both gasped the moment they crested the incline. Before them sprawled a small, moonlit glade throughout which a field of dark purple flowers Draco had never before seen grew and cast a lilac glow all around them.
âTheyâre more beautiful than I expected,â Hermione breathed, voice reverent in her awe.Â
âHow did you know about this place? What are these?â As stunned as Draco was at the sight, he couldnât shake the caution that warned him that they did not belong. As a Potions Master, his godfather had instilled in Draco a healthy respect for plant life, most especially unknown flora.
âLuna found it.â
That revelation did little to assuage Dracoâs wariness. It did the opposite. He backed up a few steps, and since Granger still held his hand in hers, she looked back startled at his retreat.
âWhere are you going?â
âI donât think we should be here.â Was it just him, or did the flower heads seem to all turn their direction as if watching? He shuddered at the horrible notion.
âYou said you trust me, right?â
His eyes snapped back towards hers. All teasing was gone. In its place was genuine concern. She bit her lip as she waited for his reply, and he couldnât stop himself from licking his own.
âYeah.â
âThen keep on trusting me,â she murmured, brows rising high on her forehead in a plea.Â
Without any further protest, he followed her straight into the purple haze. The flowers along the path seemed to part and accept the humans who thought themselves safe. Neither Draco or Hermione brushed the petals that arced away even as wizard and witch continued their climb.
âHere we are.â She came to a stop in front of one of the mysterious plants. Unlike the others, with their vibrant violet petals, this one was so dark and swollen it might have been identified as a poisonous variety. Rather than drop Dracoâs hand, Hermione turned to beckon him forward next to her. âIâll cut it. Try to catch it without moving it too much. Keep it upright.â
He nodded his understanding and raised his free hand to hover in preparation. One severing charm later, and the bud landed softly in the palm of his hand.
âGently now,â she breathed, watching him as he pulled their spoils closer. âOne momentâŚâ
She fumbled at her bag. While she did so, Draco found himself leaning forward. Why had she been so particular about the flowerâs handling? His head bent as his wrist tipped, nose brushing against the opening. There was a fleeting fragrance, one he hadnât noticed before somehow, even surrounded as they were.
Herimone popped back upright, jar in hand. âHere we areâDraco, no!â
He inhaled deeply, heady with a perfume both alien and altogether too familiar. Salty, tangy, sweet, fleeting, all-encompassingâ
His nose was almost buried within the opening, pressed up against the stigma and its surrounding stamen. A painful grip on the back of his head yanked him backwards, sending a cloud of yellow pollen into the air around them.
Of course, Hermione breathed in as she opened her mouth to no doubt yell at him for his stupidity. The tight strain on his strands loosened, and she shuddered in place as she, too, inhaled deeply a second time. They stood there, sucking in lungfuls of pollen-filled air like a couple of addicts.
It could have been mere minutes, or hours. They were never sure. When they came to their senses, the moon still hung in the sky, the flowers around them still gave off their light, but the black specimen for which she had searched through the entire field hung limp in Dracoâs fist, lacking its original turgidity.
âIâm sorry, I have no idea what came over meââ Draco turned to face her in his apology, but froze the instant their eyes connected.
Whatever caused the other flowers to glow seemed to now affect Granger, the same lilac shade radiating off her pale skin.
âDracoâŚyouâre glowingâŚâ she whispered.
Heâd look down at himself, but found he couldnât tear his eyes away from hers. Now that they stood close, noses brushing against one another in their inspection, he could see gold flecks throughout irises heâd once thought only dark brown. Thick lashes blinked, and he mimicked her action.
âI feelâŚstrange.â
âMe too.â
They whispered to one another as if afraid someone would overhear them, but of course they were all alone in their glade.
âWhat was that flower?â His lips hovered over her own. He wasnât quite touching.
âA Mare of Delight.â Her tiny puffs of air teased him. âItâs aââ
âPowerful aphrodisiac. Itâs a myth,â he finished for her. Heâd heard the stories. The boys always liked to toss back and forth what ifs about the legendary plant. WIthout even thinking about it, his hands slid into her hair, tugging her head back so he arched over her like a predator about to devour its prey.
âItâs not a myth.â Fingers grasped his collar and tried to tug him forward.
âIt is,â he choked out, straining against her pull but not stepping away, either.
âThen why do you want to fuck me so badly right now?â
Her vulgarity shocked him almost as much as it turned him on.
âI wanted to before we even came down here.â
The moment the words left his lips, her eyes flashed and she wound her arms around his neck to yank him down to the ground with her. Draco struggled to not crush her with his weight, forearms dropping to cage her in beneath him, knee parting her thighs.
âI also have something to confess,â she drawled in a near perfect imitation of his usual unaffected veneer. She arched her hips up against his leg and he couldnât stop himself from pressing back into her.
âAnd whatâs that?â
The combination of her body pulling him forward and the pressure of his swollen need within the too-tight confines of his trousers had him mad with need.
âI want the same thing.â Faster than he could react, she dropped a hand between them and squeezed.
He didnât think heâd ever seen her look so pleased as he jerked into her grasp. âGrangerâŚâ he groaned, still holding himself back.
She wasnât having any of that. Both hands now at work, she tugged open his trousers and slipped one in to palm him skin to skin.
âOh, fuck, Iâm going to, shit Grangerââ With a shout, he came, the wetness of his cum covering her hand and his own clothing. The relief was immediate, radiating outwards to his limbs and giving him a brief moment of lightheadedness.
She squeezed once more.
Fuck.
He was still hard.
Hermione leaned forward to nibble at his ear, her fingers continuing to stroke through his spend. âMy turn.â
She sat up slowly and pushed against his chest with the palm of her hand, encouraging him to fall onto his back with her hovering above him. With a wink, Hermione tucked her fingers, one set clean, the other sticky, under the waistband to tug off his bottoms. A glorious mess covered his crotch. He wouldâve been embarrassed if not for the way she bent down and immediately licked up the underside of his shaft.
âYou taste delicious.â
He laughed in disbelief as she proceeded to lap up every bit of evidence until he glistened with her spit, the tip of his cock oozing more precum in anticipation of more.
âTake off your shirt,â she ordered. He raised a brow at her tone, but did as she asked, undoing the buttons and shrugging off the layers as she stood up to do the same.Â
The moon and surrounding flora only added to her light from within, the very tips of her fingers, nipples, and hair brightened by the force propelling them both towards one another. Blame the Mare of Delight. Call it fulfilled fantasies. They now followed a path that would not be deterred by anything less than a cataclysmic disaster.
He held out his hand in invitation. She took it.
Hermione straddled him, one hand positioning him at her entrance. Draco wanted to stop her, to pull her up and have her sink onto his face. She deserved nothing less than to be worshipped. He craved a taste, to drink in her essence and make her scream out his name from his tongue alone.
One warning look from her put such thoughts aside. He would sample another time, if sheâd let him. He wouldnât keep from her what she demanded in this moment; he didnât have it in him to deny her. The barest brush of his cock against her proved he wasnât the only one leaking from want. She was drenched in her own juices, and they liberally coated him as she made one pass, then two. She notched him in place before setting both hands atop his knees, then, with a sigh of relief, sank down to take him in fully.
Maddening heat. Pressure from all sides. A sleeve of molten liquid.
She felt like everything heâd dreamed, but nowhere near what heâd imagined.Â
She was more.
She was his.
Using his knees as leverage, she pulled up to the tip, then dropped down with force, grinding at the hilt and squeezing her inner muscles. They both moaned at the thrumming pleasure that held them over the edge. Only two strokes, and Draco was ready to explode.
âIâm so close,â she panted.Â
He couldnât even reply, he was so focused on not finishing before her. Instead, he grabbed onto her hips and rocked into her even deeper. She nearly fell onto him in her shock, palms slapping down onto his chest to stay upright. The look she gave him begged permission, and he jerked out a single nod.
Keeping her hands on his pecs, she used him in her pursuit of her own climax. All Draco could do was hold on for dear life. She rode him with abandon, panting loudly, thighs quivering each time she slammed back down onto him.
âUn, un, un!â Sheâd lost her battle with words. He could feel her walls pulsing in a warning, one he took seriously.
He rotated his thumb to hover around the hood of her clit. She whined at the hint of his touch and he increased pressure to rub circles in time to her own thrusts. Hermioneâs grip on his skin tightened, nails digging into the skin. Her mouth dropped open as she flung her head back.
âAhhhh, ahh!â The moment she convulsed, he firmly grasped her hips and took over for her, lifting and bringing her back down to prolong her ecstasy. He felt his cock swell, then explode deep into her. The thought that he filled her consumed him with a rabid desire to possess.
He gripped the back of her neck to protect her as he flipped them over. She squealed at the change in position, hands flying out to grab onto the stems of the nearby plant life and hanging on as he took control. Even though heâd come twice now, he still felt painfully hard.
Keeping his hand behind her head, fingers sliding up and into her curls, he used his other hand to grasp her thigh and spread her wide. Heâd probably leave bruises, but that made him mad with need, too. His cum in her, his marks on her skin.Â
His.
With that word echoing in his mind and need vibrating through his core straight into his cock, he drove into her repeatedly with a reckless desire to own her completely. He wanted her to ache with the feeling of him inside of her for weeks. His spend would leak past her knickers and drip down her legs and leave a trail for everyone to know that she was taken.
His heart pounded so loudly he felt deafened by his own race to completion. The closer he got, the more reluctant he felt about letting go. He desperately needed to finish. He never wanted this moment to end.
The twisted emotions must have shown on his face, because one moment he was in agony, and the next he felt fingers winding into his hair, palms cupping his face.
âDraco.â
The soft plea of his name caused him to slow. He looked up from her gorgeous bouncing tits, the nipples flushed pink, and fell into the pools of her eyes. He was drawn forward, his body pressing close, chest to chest.
âKiss me, Draco,â she whispered.
Had they not� Oh.
His mouth sought her own, and the moment they touched, he was lost in her, all worries falling away. Her tongue traced the seam of his lips. Upon the parting of them, she delved in and mimicked the rhythm of his hips, circling and sucking and shoving him right up against the precipice of his inevitable destruction.
Her kiss inhaled his moan as his release struck, sure and complete. He bucked with each pulse of spend coating her insides. She continued to hold him close as he groaned and rode out his pleasure until only ripples remained. With a final nip to her bottom lip, he collapsed, finally spent and all energy drained out of him and into her.
They must have fallen asleep like that, Dracoâs body weighing her down, Hermioneâs holding him close in acceptance, because the next thing he remembered was his eyes opening to the sensation of fingers tracing patterns on his back. Theyâd somehow rotated onto their sides, their arms and legs still intertwined.
âFucking Luna,â he murmured. Runes. She was drawing runes on him. Protection. Devotion.
âI hope not,â Hermione teased in reply.Â
He huffed, still reluctant to move and dispel this dream theyâd fallen into. âIâm yours, now, you minx. Unless that wasnât already clear.â
Propping her head up on one hand, she looked down at him, a smile threatening to take over her expression. âYeah?â
He found the energy to dart out a hand and tweaked her nipple.
âHey!â
âYours,â he affirmed.
Hermione sobered at his tone, bringing her free hand up to cover his own where it still lay close to her chest. She brought it up to drop a kiss to their knuckles. She met his gaze, eyes softening and a smile filling her features and his heart with warmth.
âAnd Iâm yours.â
WC 2864
10/7 "Sex Pollen" prompt for 2023 @hpkinktober Fest
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This is my first time participating in Kinktober, not surprising really since I only started writing fanfiction last December. I'm still kinda shy about writing straight smut with very little to no story, soâŚyeah. Here's my attempt! Sex! Plants! What more could I ask for?
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