Okay, so I know that I'm supposed to be working on WWMTB buuut this idea came to me, and I had to run with it, because it literally wouldn't leave me alone. It just demanded to be written, and I hope you all like it.
Show some love and leave a review and let me know if you guys like the idea (:
Just to be clear, Draco and Hermione are human (no magic in this story...well not in the wizarding way anyway), and they are indeed best friends - and I'm not trying to make it too OOC (but keep in mind, they don't have magic, so everything HP related doesn't really apply to my story, and they're in a completely different world, so this Draco's going to be more playful, for obvious reasons) That being said, though, Draco's still an ass, Hermione's still a book worm, his parents still kind of suck, Ginny's still awesome...so sit back and enjoy the ride lovelies. (And I, of course, still hate Ron.)
(HPOV and DPOV, because I like to switch up who we know things about).
"Oh god, Malfoy!"
"Fuck, Granger." he panted, his pace relentless.
My nails scraped down Malfoy's back and he groaned, his pace faltering slightly as he felt my walls start to flutter around him.
"Are you close?"
I simply nodded, unable to form a coherent thought, though this couldn't possibly surprise him - it happened often enough when we fucked.
A few powerful thrusts later and I was coming undone underneath him, and he followed not long after.
He immediately rolled off me and we both stared up at the ceiling, catching our breath.
I was the first to break the silence, "It's like you get better and better every time, Malfoy. Have you been practicing with someone else?"
He chuckled and turned his head to look at me, "No, you seem to be the only friend I'm fucking into oblivion."
"Oh? Into oblivion? Are you really that confident in your abilities?" I asked with a smirk.
Malfoy wasn't phased at all, and said, "You tell me, Granger. You were the one screaming my name a few minutes ago."
At that I laughed and sat up, grabbing my tanktop from the floor, "Touche, Malfoy."
He watched me slip on my underwear next, and then push the blanket off myself as I stood.
"Should I order pizza?" I asked, pulling my cheer shorts on.
"Yeah," he said, sliding into a pair of sweatpants.
"Going commando now, are we?" I asked, eyebrow raised.
He just rolled his eyes, ignoring my comment, and asked, "So now that you've let off some steam, are you going to tell me what happened with Weasely?"
I groaned as we walked out of Malfoy's bedroom and into our kitchen, "He's so infuriating."
Malfoy chuckled, "I could've told you that earlier, in fact I'm pretty sure I did."
"You're not a very good best friend." I said, pouting.
He chuckled, "I would think I'm the best, best friend you could ask for. I fuck you senseless and buy you pizza afterwards."
I couldn't help but laugh and ask, "So you're buying?"
He nodded and picked up the phone, dialing the number he got off the post-it note on the fridge.
After he'd ordered our usual pizza, he joined me on the couch, pulling my legs onto his lap.
"So what happened?"
I groaned and stared up at the ceiling, trying to figure out where to start.
"He accused me of having cheated on him back in high school."
"What?" asked Draco, clearly surprised.
I nodded, "Yeah, he said that we were hooking up."
"We're best friends." he said, rolling his eyes at Ron's stupidity.
"I know that, but apparently he doesn't. Not that it matters now." I said, shaking my head.
He sighed, "He's an arse, Granger. You could do better."
"I am doing better." I said with a wink, my sexual innuendo clearly not lost on him.
He chuckled, "I couldn't agree more."
We'd both agreed to our interesting relationship a month ago. I'd broken up with Ron, and Malfoy had gotten a rather long and harsh lecture from his dad about the women traipsing in and out of our flat - because it always landed in the papers.
But Malfoy had certain - ahem - needs, as did I, so the solution seemed like an easy one. We'd been best friends for years and we'd been living together in a flat in London for the past six months - so it was really just that simple.
We were best friends and we were hooking up. It wasn't complicated, it wasn't confusing, it wasn't anything but two friends being friends and fucking on the side - and so far it'd been working out perfectly.
"So has your dad said anything about...you know?" I trailed off uncomfortably.
He ran a hand through his hair, "Yeah, but I told him to fuck off. I'm not moving out, Granger."
"I'm just causing stress between the two of you. Maybe you should -"
"Granger, shut up. You're my best friend. Simple as that."
And just like that, the discussion was over.
"I'm starving." I said, drawing out the 'A' to prove just how hungry I was.
Malfoy laughed and patted my calf, "It's been like fifteen minutes."
"Can you blame me? You really know how to wear a girl out, Malfoy."
"Keep stroking my ego like that and I'll end up fucking you on this couch before the pizza gets here."
"I can think of something I'd like to stroke." I said, a sassy smirk on my face.
"Granger," he said, his tone warning me that he wasn't kidding.
That was fine, I wasn't kidding either.
The whole best friends thing aside, Malfoy was attractive and my god he could fuck.
I sat up and straddled his waist in an instant, my hands tangling in his shaggy blonde hair.
He groaned, his hands finding my waist as I felt his 'Little Malfoy' start to make an appearance.
He slid his hands up and down my sides while he trailed hungry kisses down my neck.
I pulled his face up to mine, capturing his lips in a kiss.
Granger was going to be the fucking death of me - but I'd definitely die happy, that was for sure.
I slid my hands under her shirt up to her breasts, toying with her nipples.
She groaned, arching into my touch, and I took the opportunity to kiss her neck again, nipping and licking her soft skin.
I moved back up to her lips, effortlessly sliding my tongue into her mouth. I realized that we didn't exactly have that much time before the pizza was going to get there, so I shifted Granger slightly.
She groaned, "Malfoy,"
"Hush, we need to hurry up."
She giggled, and nodded, doing three things at once. She pulled my sweatpants down enough so that my dick sprang free, she moved that little scrap of clothing she called shorts to the side, and she pushed me inside her.
She moaned, her nails digging into my shoulders as she began moving up and down on top of me. I groaned, tangling a hand in her hair and pulling her down to kiss me again.
"Oh god, Malfoy, fuck." she panted, tilting her head back.
I slid my hands up her back, pulling her closer so that I could tease her nipples.
She moaned again, louder this time, and I knew she was close.
In the past month I'd more than acquainted myself with her body.
I moved my hands to her hips, lifting her slightly so that I could pound into her.
She squeezed her eyes tightly and a few seconds later she came - loudly - and I followed her a few pumps later.
She sagged against my chest for a second before she moved off me and flopped back onto the couch.
It was never something we'd verbally agreed on, but we just didn't do the cuddling thing. We were friends. Point blank.
She adjusted her shorts and shirt while I adjusted my sweatpants, and then the door bell rang.
I ran a hand through my hair and answered it, handing the short blonde twenty pounds and then taking the pizza from her.
When I walked back into the living room Granger was flipping through the channels, apparently finding yet another boring Lifetime movie to make me sit through.
I didn't really mind too much though, especially considering how hot she looked after being fucked. Her lips were full and pink, and her already crazy hair was even crazier - but somehow it suited her.
We'd both admitted that we thought the other was attractive, that had been obvious since we agreed to the friends with benefits thing, but that didn't mean a bloody thing.
Neither one of us wanted a relationship, and I was fucking grateful that she saw things the same way I did - that relationships were a waste of time, and fucking was a great way to relieve stress.
"I can't believe Ginny's getting married." she said after a few minutes.
I raised an eyebrow, "You can't seriously be surprised. Everyone knew that her and Potter were going to get married."
She sighed, "Yeah, I know. I just can't help but feel like it's so soon. I mean we're all only in our early twenties!"
I chuckled, "To each his own."
"You're going to the wedding, right? Because I don't think I could deal with having to see Ron there without you."
I shook my head, "I don't think that's a good idea Granger, especially not with Weasely thinking we fucked in high school."
"Malfoy, please. I'm literally begging you. I can't do this alone, but I can't not do it. Ginny's a really good friend."
"Please," she said, moving to kneel in front of me, "I need you to go, Malfoy. You're my best friend. You can't just let me walk into that hell hole by myself."
I chuckled and pulled her up from her begging position, "How do you even know they'll want me there?"
"Oh please, you know Ginny loves you, and if Ginny loves you that means Harry will at least tolerate you being there." she said, rolling her eyes.
"If I do this you owe me, Granger."
"I am forever in your debt." she said sarcastically.
"Such a smart mouth."
She smirked, "Didn't hear you complaining about my smart mouth earlier."
She sighed, and her expression turned a bit more serious, "Thank you, though, seriously. I really couldn't do this without you."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're lucky I like you."
She chuckled, "I just have the best, best friend in the world."
"Shut up and eat, Granger."
She rolled her eyes, but did what I said, picking up another piece of pizza and focusing back on the screen, that god-awful movie - whatever the fuck it was - holding her attention.
I shook my head, an amused smile on my face.
I definitely had an interesting best friend.
Okay, that's the first chapter, hope you guys like. (:
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