Class reunions: A Dramione

AUTHOR's NOTE

Heyo lovelies! Today I give you a little short Dramione story (a lemon though) that I hope you all enjoy. At first I thought to write about New Years' party, but then I was like, nah. Lol. So this is going to be rather PWP (my favorite kinda story) and shall be at least two or three parts long.

Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy

Timeline: 2009 (Ten years after graduation from their "Eighth year")

Both Hermione and Draco are 29 years old.

Disclaimer: I hold no claim to any characters or elements in this story that belong to, or are the intellectual property of JK Rowling, her publisher, or Warner Bros. Nor am I profiting from this. I assure you.

Hermione Granger did not like reunions of any sort. Whether family, class, or office-related. All she knew was that someone ended up dancing wildly upon tables or someone ended up in tears. She was usually the one in tears. At least they weren't like holiday parties.

Hermione cringed, recalling the most recent Valentine's party she attended, where somehow she went home with none other than Draco Malfoy. Never again she thought, though thinking of the blonde's bedroom ministrations caused a rush of liquid to her panties.

Almost in response, a light summer breeze of June flew about her, as she shuffled up the walk, one of the last stragglers from the carriages that brought her and many others to the castle, upending the midnight blue outer robes she wore. At the sudden sensation, Hermione fruitlessly reached to pull down the robes and the matching sparkly cocktail dress she wore under the coat, although she knew it would go no farther than her upper thigh.

As Hermione walked up the familiar front steps of the place she called home for so long, she couldn't help, but smile, remembering the good times she had here. Of course at that moment, whilst in awe of the great castle in front of her, Hermione stumbled, quite ungracefully up the stairs, landing on her hands and knees and gaining a tear in her skin-toned tights.

"Oh dammit," she hissed, recollecting herself and inspecting any damage done to her person. Upon finding the frightening tear in her tights, she let out another slew of curses that would make even the war torn soldier blush.

"My, my Granger, you ought to invest in some strong soap for that mouth of yours," came the deep, familiar masculine drawl of the man Hermione hoped to avoid all night.

Hermione let out a gust of air, as she moved to stand up again. It figures.

"Here let me help," he chuckled as he reached out a pale manicured hand to her. As she gripped it tightly and struggled to stand up, Draco couldn't help but add, "Honestly Granger, I knew I was good, but so much as you still can't walk right?"

"Oh hush, you," Hermione said, taking back her hand from Draco's but not before he ran his thumb over Hermione's soft tanned skin. A shudder ran through Hermione at the feel of Draco's hand running over her skin once more. "I'm only here to get in, see some friends of mine, and leave."

"What, that anxious to go home with me then, Granger?" Draco smirked at her. "Although I would be in a hurry, too, if I was in your position. Afterall, look at me?"

"Just shut up, won't you, you disgusting little thing," Hermione groaned, casting furtive glances about, hoping no one was about to overhear their rather suggestive conversation.

"Little?" he cried incredulously. "Why I think you of all people ought to call me something other than little."

"Can you please Malfoy?"

"Why Granger," he purred seductively, stepping closer to the girl. "If you want me bad, you just have to say so. Maybe this time, though, we can go to my place? Your flat is nice and all, but I'd prefer the comfort of my penthouse."

"I never said-"

"Yeah, sure," his already deep voice reached a husky pitch, as he stepped even closer to the girl, snaking an arm into her robes, touching her bare back which was not covered by the fabric of her skimpy dress.

"Really Malfoy, I'm sure you've had your shits and giggles, now let me go." she said, pushing against the soft silk of his expensive shirt. Underneath, she knew was the fine chiseled and well muscled chest of a man who was no stranger to muggle gyms.

"I rather not," he whispered, bending down to Hermione, his lips ghosting over hers and lust in his grey eyes.

Draco then pulled his body flush against hers, his obvious arousal pressing into Hermione's abdomen. He bent his head, resting his lips on the curve of her neck, pressing butterfly kisses to the soft skin.

"Draco, we shouldn't, we're out in the open an-" Hermione said in an attempt to curb the wizard's actions.

He practically hummed at his given name, rather than his surname, coming from Hermione's lips, "Shh, love, what do you think they've apparition for?"

Mahogany eyes narrowed in annoyance, "In case you haven't noticed Malfoy, you can't apparate on Hogwarts grounds!"

"Then I guess we'll have to make a hasty getaway," he purred looking up into her eyes.

Hermione could see Draco's eyes were dilated, just dark pools of mercury. The pure lust radiating off his body, made her girlhood tremble.

"Well then, let's go!" she exclaimed, feeling another gush of liquids to her underpants.

With a smirk, he gathered her up in his arms, and took off in a sprint towards the front gates of Hogwarts.

TO BE CONTINUED...