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supreme-annarchy-marie · 3 years

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Familiar Taste of Poison

Title: Familiar Taste of Poison

Description: Hermione Granger is in love with the Slytherin Prince, but at what cost? Currently a one-shot, but I'm considering writing another part to this to give our favorite couple some closure. Hermione deserves it, doesn't she?

Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger

Rating: Explicit

As bad as she knew he was for her, she found him equally as hard to let go of. Everytime she walked away, she found herself back in his clutches again, playing his same old games. His dirty little secret. As much as her heart ached to be with him, she could feel the heavy weight begin to pile in her chest. She knows she’s tired of

all the pain that comes with him. She’s tired of the constant war between her feelings and her sanity. It would rip her to shreds one day, she knew, if she didn’t gather what she had left of herself and walk away.

Hermione often thought back to a time before she lost herself to him. She was happier then. She was healing after the war, blossoming into a better, more self fulfilling woman. Most of her time, she had spent with her best friend, Ginny Potter. They did everything together, spent almost every moment together (much to Harry’s annoyance). Before she had married Harry, Ginny and Hermione had even lived together in a nice, one bedroom flat.

Her heart was lighter back then, her smile reaching her eyes. It was sincere bliss. It was only in those rare moments when she didn’t allow herself to be completely consumed by a certain silver-eyed Slytherin that she could still see that carefree innocence reflecting in her eyes when she looked in the mirror.

His guise was so clever- the snake. Much like the Chamber of Secrets, deep within his soul hid a venomous serpent, his fangs dripping with sweet death. His mask, however, was more inviting, intriguing.

He drew her in slowly, coiling himself around her. She feels herself choking, yet she’s so entranced, it doesn’t matter. Nothing does. His poison was coursing through her veins, burning into her core. He owned her now, and they both knew it.

She finds herself thinking of these things even as she lays beside him in bed. Hermione turns her head, watching as Draco Malfoy slept peacefully. She watched the gentle rise and fall of his chest and a sad smile etched itself across her face. Her chest throbbed painfully, and she hated herself for giving in one more time.

“Merlin, Hermione! He’s not even that attractive.” Ginny had sighed exasperatedly, rolling her eyes. “Why him? He’s fucking with your head, ‘Mione. Everything is just a game to him. He manipulates you, he uses you, he takes anything he can from you and never gives anything back. He shows you time and again that you are disposable to him. And you put yourself through this torment, for what? He’s not even fucking attractive!”

His eyes flutter open, sliver piercing through brown.

“Good morning,” he smiles devilishly at her.

“Morning.”

"Everytime he sees some shiny new thing, he throws you away. And when he's done with her, he comes back to you because he knows you'll be right there waiting on him. And he'll pass his time with you for a little while and make you feel special again, but in a month or two, he'll meet some other pretty thing and he'll want to play with her too. It's a never ending slagfest. How much longer are you going to do this to yourself?"

His arm reaches from under the silk sheets to gently caress her cheek. She feels herself turn into his touch as his thumb grazes across her bottom lip. Slowly his hand tangles itself in her hair. Her eyes close when his lips collide with hers.

“He’s not going to change, ‘Mione.”

Ginny’s soft voice was a distant echo in her mind now.

“I wish you would pull yourself out of this. Away from him.”

He pulls her closer. Her arms wrap around his neck, deepening the kiss.

“He’s going to destroy you.”

His hand languidly trails down her neck, her chest, her stomach, until his fingers reach her lace underwear. Hermione’s hips bucked, encouraging him, begging him to go further. She could already feel herself getting wet, the fire in her ignited.

Draco chuckles, positioning himself between her thighs.

“What do you want, Hermione?” He whispers in her ear.

“You,” she breathes, resenting how much she meant it.

“What do you want me to do?” He licks the shell of her ear, his fingers tracing light circles around her sensitive center, teasing her.

“Draco,” she sighs, her fingernails digging into his arm.

She tries to pull him closer, but he resists. Instead, he looks into her eyes.

“Tell me exactly what you want, and I’ll do it. I’ll do anything you want, Hermione.”

“I want-”

He kisses her neck before sucking hard on her flesh. She was sure he would cover her in marks from head to toe before he was finished with her. Even though she hid them with glamour charms through the work days, Hermione secretly relished every bruise, every bite, every hickey, and every scratch Draco left behind. She loved the tenderness and ache, and how they reminded her of the time she spent with her lover.

“I want-” she gasps.

“Yes?” His breath tickles her breast before he takes her nipple in his mouth.

Her back arches into him, and she could feel her sanity dissolving away like cotton candy under his tongue. No matter how hard she tried to fight it, her heart always betrayed her. It was what made her both love and loathe him so much.

Hermione looked into his eyes and smiled.

“I want you to choke me and fuck me until I black out. I want to wake up to your cock buried inside me as you cum.”

She could feel the heat under her skin as her cheeks reddened. Draco smiled at her again.

“Good girl,” he whispered in her ear.

His hand disappears underneath her underwear, a single digit tracing her wet slit. He finds her entrance and inserts his finger. He slowly pulls out and thrusts back in. Hermione writhed under his steady ministrations, her fingers knotted in his long platinum locks.

Draco kisses her softly on her lips before his head lowers between her thighs, using wandless magic to dispose of her knickers. His tongue glides between her silky folds as his finger continued to tease her. He inserts another finger and curls them inside her as his tongue swipes over her sensitive clit, and her walls contract around him, soaking his fingers with her orgasm.

Draco lifts his head to look into Hermione’s eyes, a smirk on his face. He brings his fingers to his mouth and swirls his tongue around them.

“You taste so good,” he moans.

Rolling over onto his back, he grabbed Hermione by her thighs and positioned her just above his face. With one hand braced on the wall in front of her and the other tangled in his hair, Hermione lowered her slick center down to Draco’s eager mouth. His hands slide from her thighs to the curve of her ass, gently guiding her forward and flicking his tongue against her clitoris. She followed his pace, grinding in a steady rhythm until she felt her orgasm start to build again.

As she rocked her hips faster, she reached around behind her to take Draco’s erect member in her hand. He moaned as she pumped her fist, slowly twisting, up and down. His hand ghosted up her body, his fingertips grazing her skin as they moved up her chest. His fingernails raked up her throat, eliciting a gasp from Hermione. As her mouth opened, Draco slipped in two long, slender fingers. He groaned when her lips wrapped around his digits, her tongue massaging them as she sucked.

She was close. So close. She panted as she rode him, her thighs clenching and her rhythm fading away. He continued to lap at her clit until a shattering orgasm wracked her body and she collapsed onto his face. He pushed her forward to delve his tongue into her juices, savoring as much of her as he could. The feel of Draco’s tongue inside her sensitive flesh made Hermione shiver with pleasure.

Trembling, she slid herself down his tall frame to position her entrance with his cock. Draco took both of her hands in his, pulling them behind her back, and buried himself inside her wet heat. Hermione whimpered, relishing in how perfectly filled her dripping cunt was.

“Fuck, Hermione,” he growled.

His grip tightened on her wrists as he slammed into her. A smirk spread across his lips at the sight of her breasts bouncing in rhythm. She watched as his eyes roamed over her, prideful of his lust filled gaze.

“My Prince,” she purred. “Please don’t stop. Make me cum again.”

Draco groaned, his eyes rolled closed in response, as he tried to hold back his own orgasm.

He suddenly pulled out of her and tossed her on the bed beside him. Getting to his knees, he rolled her onto her stomach, gripped her waist, and pulled her up on her hands and knees.

She gasped as he entered her again. Fully sheathed inside her, Draco brought an open palm down on her ass, spanking her lightly at first. As his thrusts increased in pace, so did the force behind his hand until Hermione cried out in pain.

Draco smoothed his hand over her sore cheeks.

“Are you okay?” His voice was soft, gentle.

She bit back the tears that had pooled in her eyes and took a deep breath. Still inside her, he waited patiently for her permission to continue. Goosebumps prickled her skin in a trail where his hand roamed up her back, resting on her shoulder.

Hermione grinned. She pulled herself forward until only the tip of her lover’s cock was in her and sank back down, taking him in completely.

“I’m fine,” she responded silkily.

“Don’t do that again,” Draco warned, scratching his fingernails down her back.

Looking at him from over her shoulder, Hermione moved forward again. In one swift movement, Draco pushed himself back inside her and firmly pushed her down, pinning her chest to the mattress.

He leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Take a deep breath, Granger.”

She obeyed, and Draco’s hand closed around her nose and mouth. Instinctively, her hands clung to his arm. Her heart skipped a beat and panic set in.

“Shh,” Draco told her. “Trust me.”

He thrust inside her, hard and fast. Hermione moaned, feeling that familiar tingling sensation igniting her fire once again. As he continued to move, her panic quickly dissolved into pleasure. She could feel the strain on her lungs from the lack of oxygen, her head becoming light, dizzy.

She tapped Draco’s arm and he released her nose, allowing her to gasp for air. Before she could fully recover, however, he had her pinched again. She arched her back as he drove into her. Her fingernails were digging so deep into his flesh, she was sure it would draw blood, but neither of them cared.

Her eyes watered, her lungs burned, aching for air. She writhed underneath him, all of her survival instincts defied as she refused to give in to her body’s demands. She should have been afraid, she knew, but her sanity was beyond her now. All she could think about was how good he felt, even as she felt her body weakening.

Once again, Draco released her nose, allowing her a breath of air. A tease for her starved, eager lungs. Her strength abandoned her, her vision was blurred, and she swore that when she closed her eyes, she saw stars.

The last thing she heard was the sound of Draco's moans echoing in her head as the stars behind her eyes faded, and everything went black.

When she awoke a few moments later, she was pleased to find that Draco was still pounding into her, hitting that sweet spot deep inside of her. She cried out as her walls contracted around his member and soaked him with her essence, coaxing him into his own orgasm. His hips jerked violently as he pushed into her one more time. His cock twitched and she felt his release spill into her.

He peppered kisses along her neck and shoulder blades before rolling off of her, resting on his back. When she looked at him, her heart ached with contentment once more. His alabaster skin was beautifully coated in a thin veil of sweat. His chest heaved with exertion even as he hummed his satisfaction with her once more. His lips were etched into a smirk when he turned his head towards her. His eyes closed and he pulled her into him, draping his arm around her before his breath evened out and he fell into a slumber.

Hermione snuggled into her Slytherin Prince, her leg draped over his thigh and her arm splayed across his chest. In many ways, she had never felt happier or safer. She wanted nothing more than to stay there with him in their haven hidden away from the world. A part of her didn’t mind that whenever she was with Draco Malfoy, her mind fogged up and blinded her from a painful truth. For just a while longer, Hermione wanted to pretend that he was just as much hers as she was his.

Before reality could attempt to claw its miserable, selfish way into her head again and make a home, she shut her eyes and squeezed them as tight as she could. Her eyes burned with tears and her throat was raw from fighting back her sobs. A defeated sigh escaped her lips. She knew she had to leave. She needed to end this.

“But not today,” she thought, “Just one more day.”

It was the same lie she fed herself every time she saw him again. She was trapped in her false Heaven. Loving Draco Malfoy was pure Hell, concealed in shades of silver and green, wrapped in crimson paper, with an enormous golden bow pinned on top.

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supreme-annarchy-marie · 3 years

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Hanging out with old people rules because after a while they trust you enough to confess to murder totally unprompted

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supreme-annarchy-marie · 4 years

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Yes, Draco, I’m Real

After a long day and dealing with too much Death Eater bullshit, Draco Malfoy decided he was completely fed up. He was tired of being on the dark side, he was tired of fighting for a cause he didn’t believe in, and he was tired of waking up every day knowing his life and his mother’s were in constant mortal peril if he fucked up even once.

After a hot bath to wash the blood and sweat away, he dragged himself over to his bed, not even caring to dress. His green silk sheets were calling to him, and his mind was desperate for the relief that came with his dreams. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep tonight, despite the screams he could hear in the foyer of Malfoy Manor. He had long become accustomed to them, after all. Far too many nights, he had even been the reason for those screams.

He finally felt himself being jolted awake, cold air whipping through his hair, stinging his skin. He gasped, his lungs regretting the icy air that filled them as his breath finally found him. He felt as though he had been suffocating. His dreams never began that way before.

His legs were burning as he realized he was running through a forest in the middle of the night, being roughly pulled along by someone who had a death grip on his hand.

Who is it? He doesn’t know. All he knows is that there are explosions, trees and earth are flying all around them. Sweat trickles down his forehead and back.

Suddenly there’s a crackling in his ear, and a loud voice emanates from a foreign object inside it.

“Harry, Ron, Draco, Hermione, are you lot alright?”

What? Harry, Ron, and.. Hermione? With him?

“I’m fine, Hagrid!” Hermione screams back to him. Clearly she was hearing it too. “We all got separated. I lost Harry and Ron, but Draco and I are on the way to the rendezvous point! We should be there soon, but I’m taking this piece out now, just in case!”

As she ran, one hand pulling Draco along, the other hand reached into her ear and dug out a small plastic device. She quickly discarded it. Draco did the same.

Where was he? What was happening? Of all the circumstances he had wanted to be in where he could hold Hermione Granger’s hand, running through an exploding forest wasn’t one of them.

Suddenly, Hermione stopped. Draco nearly collided with her back, just barely stopping before he could knock her over. He put a hand on her hip, slowly guiding himself to her. Surely he had to be dreaming.

“Jump to the right, Draco!” She screamed.

Together, they both jumped unknowingly down a hill. They tumbled over each other, rolling down, crashing through the leaves and dirt beneath them.

When they finally stopped, he was hovering just above her. One arm was wrapped around her waist, pinned between her body and the ground, the other hand was tangled in her hair.

“Lie flat, quickly!” She whispers frantically.

When he didn’t respond, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him down on top of her, her hand resting on the back of his neck, the other hand bunching up the front collar of his shirt. He was pinned to her, could feel every inch of himself as it connected with hers, and he couldn’t believe it.

This has to be a dream, he thought, it has to be. There’s no way this is really happening.

Explosions sounded all around them. When Draco lifted his head, he could see a bright light scanning over the area. He lowered his face down to her neck, his body completely flattened to hers. When he inhaled, he caught the scent of coconut on her skin. He could feel himself hardening, straining against his pants, where they connected.

She was shaking. He could feel her hand vibrating as her fingers curled around the hairs at the back of his neck, and tingles went down his spine.

If this was a dream, he could do whatever he wanted, couldn’t he? His tongue flicked against the pulse point on her neck. Her skin tasted salty from sweat, but he didn’t mind.

He raised his head up to look at her just as a flash of light from another explosion nearby illuminated the girl under him. He could see her almost bare shoulders, only covered by the two thin straps of her tank top. His hand moved from her waist, down to the soft fabric of her skirt and found that it was bunched up, and their centers were barely separated by his pants and her thin, cotton underwear.

His groin twitched with that realization.

He lowered himself back down to her and kissed her neck. He trailed kisses up to her jawline, pleased to find that her grip in his hair was tightening, her thighs closing in on his waist. She was enjoying him, despite the chaos around them.

He finally found her lips in the dark. She moaned in response. His tongue teased her bottom lip, begging for entrance. She granted it to him, and when his tongue grazed against hers, he could feel his head start to spin.

There was absolutely no way this was real. His heart clenched painfully in his chest, knowing the Hermione he knew would sooner Avada herself than snog him. He could feel her smiling against his lips.

He ran both of his hands down her neck and chest, pulling her tank top over her breasts. Through his shirt, he could feel her bare flesh against his and ground his tormented erection against her center. Even in his dreams, she felt spectacular. Her body melted against his perfectly, as he always knew it would. She was made for him, and he for her. The girl who had invaded his dreams, his thoughts, his hopes ever since their fourth year in Hogwarts was now writhing under his touch. His dreams were always bittersweet.

Though none of them have ever felt so realistic.

He moved down to her breasts and took one of her taut nipples in his mouth. She gasped in response.

Suddenly, she pulled his head up to look at him.

“Draco, what are you doing? We’re in the middle of a battlefield!” She exclaims.

“It’s okay, Granger. None of this is real. We’re going to be fine,” he whispered back, leaning to kiss her again. “It’s just a dream.”

“What? A dream? No, Malfoy, this is real!”

“It can’t be, Granger. It never is when I’m with you.”

Another explosion off in the distance. He could hear a woman screaming faintly, but he didn’t care. Nothing would tear him from this woman. He would wake up in the morning and, again, she would be gone. His heart would ache, his teeth would clench, and his morning wood would drip with precum before he had to finish himself off. After, he would bathe and dress and go downstairs to his foyer to take his place by the Dark Lord’s side, awaiting his next orders, just as he had done yesterday. And the day before that, and the day before that. As he had done nearly every day since he had risen up in ranks, regretfully becoming Voldemort’s trusted right hand man. He had to, to survive, to save his mother, to make it through this war. For now, he had his dreams. In his dreams, he had Hermione Granger.

“What are you talking about, Draco?”

His name sounded delicious coming from her mouth. He kissed her again. His fingers found her sensitive bud through her knickers and gently caressed her. She was squirming beneath him. He wasn’t sure if she was trying to escape from him or create friction. He tugged the fabric aside. Her entrance was dripping as he plunged a single digit deep inside her. He moaned in response, pulling him closer to her. He pushed another digit inside her, thrusting until she was panting, biting his lip. He was sure he would be bleeding but he didn’t care.

Her fingers fumbled with the buckle of his pants. His throbbing member finally freed, resting against her thigh. His fingers curled against the sweet spot inside of her, his thumb brushed against her clit, and she came apart around him. Her contractions around his digits felt more real than they ever had, her juices felt slicker, her moans in his ear were louder. Any moment now, he would wake up and all traces of this moment would be gone. He was sure of it.

Her hand guided his erection to her entrance. He lowered himself into her, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside her. He groaned as the sensations tingled through his body. He had always loved the way Dream Granger had felt when he was inside her, but this feeling was unlike all the rest. He pulled himself almost all the way out of her and thrust back in, his ministrations becoming harder and faster as his orgasm built.

Their mouths connected again. He cherished how soft her lips felt against his. Her fingers tugged at his hair, and her other hand clawed its way down his back. Their moans mingled with each other, echoing through the forest surrounding them.

He felt her clenching around him again, and he knew she was close. His thumb found her clit again, and he swept over it. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper. He teased her bud until he felt her contracting and clenching around him again, her body twitching beneath him. Her orgasm pulled him over the edge with her. He tumbled into bliss, whispering her name in her ear.

Her tongue slid along the shell of his ear as he finished, and he collapsed on top of her. They laid there together, limbs tangled around each other, panting.

When she finally spoke, he raised himself to look in her eyes.

“I’m here, Draco,” she whispered.

“Are you really?” He whispered back.

“Yes, Draco, I’m real, and we really need to get out of here and make it to the rendezvous point before we get ourselves killed.”

As if to solidify her point, a man shouted overhead, “They went this way! That filthy Granger bitch and Malfoy scum! Find them! Bring them to the Dark Lord!”

What the fuck?

They quickly scrambled to their feet, fixing their clothes. She grabbed his hand, and yanked him towards her. He followed, happy to go anywhere she went until he woke up.

Over her shoulder, her wand pointed at their pursuers, Hermione yelled, “Expulso!”

A blast reverberated around them, shards of wood flying around them as a man screamed. They didn’t look back behind them. They ran until they made it to a clearing. He regretted to find that Harry Potter and Weaselbee were already waiting for them, a large gash bleeding on the latter boy’s face.

“Hermione, Malfoy, we have to go!” Harry yells.

In his hand was a portkey, a muddy shoe. Hermione tugged him toward it, and when all of them had a firm grip on it, they disappeared.

When they reappeared, they were standing outside of a small hut. It didn’t look like much to Draco. It looked like it had been abandoned for years. The shingles were ripped and protruding from the roof. The wooden door was barely clinging by a rusty hinge, and several bricks appeared to have fallen out of the walls outside. He could see the light of a fire flickering inside.

The trio separated, leaving Draco to wonder where in the hell they were. How had he gotten here? Was this real? He still couldn’t believe it. He watched as they cast disillusionment charms, protection charms, hiding them from the outside world. He thought he should be helping, but instead he found his feet were firmly planted in the ground, squishing beneath him in the mud.

Hermione finally came over to him, grabbing his hand. The sun was starting to rise here, wherever they were. He looked down at her. Her hair was wildly untamed, sticking out on all ends, some curls stuck to her cheeks. Dirt stained her forehead and neck, and her lips were beautifully bruised from their kisses earlier. She blushed, knowing he was watching her. He could almost feel the heat radiating from her. She was still the most beautiful witch he had ever had the pleasure of seeing.

“We’re safe for now. We should go inside and get warm,” she smiled up at him.

“Is this really happening? I swear, just a few hours ago, I fell asleep in my bed back at Malfoy Manor.”

She looked up at him confused.

“Draco, just a few hours ago, we were all at Hogwarts, battling Death Eaters, trying to put an end to all of this,” she sighed. “Just a few days ago, you and I were back in the Room of Requirement and our relationship was hidden from my two best friends, and that was the worst thing I had to worry about. How they would react, what would happen to us after we graduated.”

His head was spinning. He was completely and utterly confused, and he found himself dreading when he would wake up. He couldn’t believe it was real and he knew he should be more concerned with how he got here if it wasn’t all a dream. For now, all he wanted to do was follow his witch, to fight alongside her, until he woke up to find that she was gone and too far away from him as he lay in his empty bed.

He silently thanked whatever deity had transported him here in a time when she loved him, no matter how dangerous and dirty. For now, he would do whatever it took to make this dream a reality.

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NSFW Alphabet

Draco Malfoy

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

After sex, Draco will most likely want to take a shower, and definitely with you. He’d run you a nice, warm bath filled with your favorite salts and gels, along with a few to soothe your aching body. He would light a few candles and have a bottle of the finest wine waiting for you. He’d carry you bridal style into the bathroom and gently place you in, then ease his way in behind you. Slowly, he’d massage every part of you that he could touch, he’d wash your hair, make you feel like an absolute goddess. Then, just to show you how worthy you are, he’d grip you under your thighs to pull you up and slowly lower you onto his lap, where his erect member is eager to sink into your core and bring you to another climax.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Draco’s favorite body part is his hands. He loves the way they run themselves all over your body and the way you react to them. He loves to tangle his long fingers in your hair possessively as he pulls you in for a kiss. More importantly, he loves the way you contract around them as you coat his fingers with your essence.

His favorite body part of yours is your mouth. The sound of your voice when you whimper, scream, and moan, especially the way you sound when you’re in a heated argument with him. He likes to watch your lips quiver when he knows you’re so fucking close, and he loves the feel of your tongue and lips moving rhythmically on his hard cock.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

Draco knows the only place his cum should be is deep inside you. Down your throat, in your pussy. He loves the way you drink every drop of him as you look deep in his eyes, a silent promise that he belongs to you, just as you belong to him.

D = Dirty Secret

His dirty secret is that he loves being called “Daddy”. He loves it when you submit to him and give yourself to him in every way possible.

He secretly likes to go down on you after he’s emptied himself inside of you. Not only for your pleasure, but because the way your combined juices taste is something he can never get enough of.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

It’s no secret that Draco Malfoy is a sex god. There’s a reason he’s the King of the Dungeons in Slytherin house.

F = Favorite Position

Draco’s favorite position? He wants you tied up, bound, and bent over his bed with your legs spread wide and face buried in the pillows so you can scream as loud as you want without anyone else hearing you. He’ll often times have one hand braced on your hip, but his other hand will be between your thighs with a vibrator on your most sensitive bud as he slowly thrusts his cock against your g-spot. He’ll quicken his pace to tease you, but right as you’re on the edge, he’ll slow back down again.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc?)

While he definitely will reveal his secret humorous and sensitive side to you before or after sex, Draco is completely focused and serious in the moment. His one goal is to make sure both of you achieve maximum pleasure, as many times as he can.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

The hair down there is slightly darker than his silky, platinum locks on his head, and he always makes sure to keep himself trimmed, as per your request.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? Romantic aspect)

You will be the only one to know Draco romantically. He’ll take you out on the best dates and spoil you with gifts. It takes a while for him to really open up to you, but when he does, he’ll make sure you fall asleep every night knowing just how special you are to him. You’ll probably have a lot of doubts about his intentions with you in the beginning, but once he lets you in, he’ll make sure he spends every moment making it up to you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcannon)

Draco knows he doesn’t need to jack off, but sometimes he likes to do it in front of you or in places he knows you’ll catch him simply because he knows how much you secretly like it. He likes the way you bite and lick your lips when his cum slides down his length. If you’d just ask nicely, he’ll let you slurp it up.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

You’ll both discover years later when you decide to start a family that Mr. Malfoy has a pregnancy kink. Nothing makes him happier than knowing you’re pregnant with his child. He adores the way your skin glows, how your breasts swell, and the way your milk looks when it slides down your nipples. Draco has absolutely no problem helping massage and suck them when you’re in pain and need relief.

Draco also loves it when you choke him, just as much as it turns him on when you give him complete control over you. Choke him, call him Daddy, run your tongue along the shell of his ear, and for Merlin’s sake, leave your love marks all over him to wear proudly. He loves it when you stake your claim on him.

Praise kink. He loves to be told how much you’re enjoying having sex with him, and he’ll even reward you with praises of his own.

L = Location (Favorite place to do the do)

His favorite location is anywhere in his house, his safe space.

M = Motivation (What turns them on?)

Just thinking about you in general, knowing he finally has you would turn him on, but he also gets even more excited when you wear a specific lotion, perfume, or lingerie just because you know he likes it.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never force you to do anything you didn’t want to do. Before doing anything extreme in the bedroom, he would ask for consent and help you come up with a safe word.

As much as he might appreciate your ass, grabbing, touching, and spanking are as far as he’s willing to take things in that department. Even if you ask nicely. He’s just not into it.

Draco definitely doesn’t like degradation, either for himself or for you.

O = Oral (Preference for giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Giving oral is his specialty, and he knows it. He knows just which spots to kiss, lick, flick, press, and suck to have you squirming and writhing under his tongue and fingers. He definitely doesn’t mind when you grind your slick center against him, seeking your release either.

Like any man, he also likes receiving oral, but only if you’re in the mood to. For him, sex is more about you than it is him.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough, slow and sensual?)

His pace depends on how quick you are to orgasm, and the atmosphere. He’s all for rough and fast, punishing sex, but when he’s feeling more romantic, he loves to take his time with you. He’ll make love to you for hours, but if you need it, he’ll tap you out in a matter of minutes.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Draco loves sex. He doesn’t prefer quickies, but if neither of you can stand to wait any longer, he’ll make sure he gets the job done whenever, wherever, and however he needs to.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks?)

Anything you want to do, Draco will want to do it to, unless that includes anal. He’ll even have tricks up his sleeve that you probably never even thought about but will wish you had when he’s done with you.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last?)

He’s properly trained and in top shape. Draco’s performance will never let you down. If he had it his way, you’d never leave his bed.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Whips, vibrators, handcuffs, sex swings, floggers, gags, rope. He’ll use any of these on you if you’ll please let him.

He’s not very keen on having most of these used on himself, though. Make sure you ask nicely first.

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

Draco’s ultimate goal is to make you have as many orgasms as he can draw out of you, most of the time. However, the more powerful your orgasm is, the better his will be. He loves to edge you until you’re almost crying and begging for release. Painlessly, of course. He’ll know when enough is enough.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

As he has a praise kink, Draco will moan in your ear until he has you cumming from just the sound of it. When he’s really caught up in the moment, you can expect to hear a low growl as he pounds into you.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcannon for the character of your choice?)

Draco has never liked to take a girl’s virginity. He never wanted to be anyone’s first, as he was always afraid of someone having such a deep attachment to him when he knew he wouldn’t be capable of reciprocating it. He may have been a prat in the past, but deep down, he hates hurting people in any way.

You were his first virgin, and he nearly cried when you finally told him, after he had already fallen in love with you. After you reassured him, he realized he was glad that no one else had ever had you, though. He wouldn’t be able to stand the thought of you with anyone else.

Draco had also always hated the idea of tattoos after the war ended. The torment the Dark Mark had put him through was almost too much for him to bear, but one day, after spending many years with you of happiness, he decided to get your Patronus tattooed on him. He found that not every permanent mark was a bad one and having the symbol of your happiest moments embedded in his skin gave everything a new meaning. It helped to heal him and help him move on from the past.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Anything but average, his thick member is about nine inches long. He always makes sure you’re prepared to take every inch of him.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

When Draco’s not having sex, he’s thinking about sex and everything he can’t wait to do to you when he can finally get his hands on you again.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As exhausted as the two of you will surely be after sex, the sensitive side of him can’t resist how beautiful you look when you’re sleepy. He loves your lazy smile, and your half-lidded eyes. He loves your soft voice and enjoys talking with you until you fall asleep in his arms. He memorizes all of your features when you’re just about to pass out, and when he finally follows after you, you’ll never know this, but he’ll have the sexiest smirk on his face. He’ll take a lot of pride in the fact that he was able to wear you out as well.

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