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The Cock Coin

Summary:

Hermione and Malfoy are secretly shagging and flirting dangerously with being found out. So much so that they’ve turned it into a game. When the protean-charmed Cock Coin burns hot, they meet in a new public location to play, and there’s only one rule: come, and you lose.

For the DWS N.E.W.T Wheels of Fate & Fortune Challenge.

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Prompt Wheel: Loser buys dinner
Where Wheel: Flourish and Blotts
Who Wheel: Ernie Macmillan

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The coin was hot in Hermione’s palm. Although she had protested to the garish gold cock Malfoy fashioned in the centre, the sight made her lips curve; if only for the reminder of what the coin signified. Suddenly, the engraved letters around the edge squeezed and shifted to read Flourish and Blotts.

It had been several weeks of secretly shagging Malfoy following a drunken night at a Ministry gala. Several weeks since she had discovered there were rigid, biteable muscles beneath his Auror robes, that he knew the perfect way to caress her inner wall to make her gush, and that sitting on his face to ride his tongue and stroke his ego with her words was enough to make him harder than simply stroking his cock. He was insatiable. Perhaps Hermione was too. Only two nights earlier, they had fucked three times between stretches of broken sleep, and here he was again, calling her with the coin.

As time went on, Hermione and Malfoy flirted with the danger of being found out. Fondling beneath the table during staff meetings and snogging in Ministry broom cupboards. It was delicious thinking they might be caught. Then one day he surprised Hermione in her office and it well and truly escalated.

Beneath her desk and between her legs, his tongue had worked furiously against her clit when Harry let himself in and expounded about the state of strained resourcing. All the while, as Malfoy refused Hermione’s attempt to clamp her legs shut, she had needed to clamp her lips to stifle her desperate whines and whimpers. It was a close call when Malfoy moaned against her cunt, causing a sensational vibration, and she had masked his noise with the clearing of her throat before squeaking at Harry that he needed to return another time as she had to attend a very, super serious, cannot-be-late-to meeting. Or something else even sillier. Who knew what had come from her mouth? All Hermione knew was that she hurriedly came in Malfoy’s.

Since then, they had devised a little game. It had one rule: come, and you lose.

They were one apiece. Malfoy withstood Hermione’s first attempt as she fisted his cock while she drove them down the M4 in her Ford Fiesta, a lorry driver or two having a good leer. Then a week later, following several minutes of Hermione stroking Malfoy’s length through his trousers as a beady-eyed Goblin steered them into the depths of Gringotts, she knelt in the doorway of his family vault and, beside the piles of galleons and stacks of silver and jewels, made him spill into the back of her throat.

Today was Hermione’s turn. She was already wet at the thought.

In her workday black blazer dress, knickerless Hermione entered into the warmth and familiar lush bookish scent, nodding hello to Ernie Macmillan behind the counter on the way. There were only seventeen minutes until the shop closed for the night. Lamps were dimmed and shoppers scarce. It would do nicely.

At the second floor, Hermione traced her finger along the wooden railing until she came to the centre of the landing, eyes cast down towards the entrance below. But how had she been so foolish to think Malfoy wasn’t already one step ahead? She gasped, feeling his hardening cock pressed against her behind. His hot breath skirted the shell of her ear. A palm slipped around to her breast and tweaked at her nipple, and as she glanced down, she saw nothing but a glimmer and her own black high heels. Disillusionment-charmed Malfoy wrapped his arms tight around her middle and Hermione gripped the railing with both hands, savouring the heat of him behind.

“Granger.” His voice was a low rumble.

She hummed in reply, grinding back against him.

Suddenly, Hermione caught Ernie’s eye down below. Her heart stepped up its beat. Distracted by Malfoy’s soft lips setting kisses to the hinge of her jaw, she attempted to keep her expression from edging towards pleasure. The test was a thrill.

“Anything I can help you find, Hermione?” Ernie called up.

She gave a stiff headshake. “Just browsing, thank you.”

Hermione was steered back in between two bookcases, Malfoy’s disillusionment disappearing as they went. In a black shirt and trousers, he tugged her into the corner and she fell into his lips. At first, the kisses came gentle. Then his tongue infiltrated her mouth as though time and distance between them had been countless years and countries. His fiery touch wended beneath her skirt, igniting a need below.

With a stroke along her slick folds, Malfoy whispered, “Want to make this a little more interesting?”

“More interesting than skirting around someone who knows the both of us?”

“But we’ve done that before, haven’t we?” His slate eyes were fierce with challenge. “Loser buys dinner?”

Suddenly she was craving a lavish ten-course meal. “Deal.”

A featherlight touch hovered at her clit, causing her nipples to prickle. “And entirely no sexual noises.”

Hermione’s mask of determination remained. She curved into him, wanting to feel more. “Easy.”

Malfoy played in her arousal then sunk a finger into her heat, testing her resolve. As he sent in another and stroked up and down, she raked her teeth over her bottom lip.

“And, I want you to chat with the dolt at the counter.”

With his persuasive touch, she’d do anything he’d ask. Not that she’d tell him as much. But she was here to expertly edge herself, not chat to old classmates. “You want me to speak with Ernie?”

Malfoy’s touch dropped away and Hermione fingered along his trouser waistband, wanting her own turn.

“Whilst wearing my jewellery.” He removed a silver signet ring and with the wave of his wand transfigured it to look like the toy Hermione kept in her bedside drawer.

“A wager, stipulation, and now a dildo… You must be extremely worried I’m going to win.”

Amusement in his eye, Malfoy dipped the frigid phallus beneath her skirt. Hermione drew in a sharp breath, feeling the icy kiss on her clit. Their quickening breaths mingled, Malfoy’s eyes darkened and Hermione’s pulse thrummed. He ran the tip back and forth through her wetness, then as the coolness met her centre, she squeezed her eyes shut and trembled an exhale. Once or twice Malfoy fucked her with the signet ring cock and Hermione needed to arrest her moan. 

Palms to his chest, she nudged Malfoy away and strutted past him. There was a game to win.

The cock firmly in place and feeling pleasurably full, Hermione approached the front counter. The length inside, hidden beneath her skirt, suddenly felt dangerous.

“Ernie,” she said matter-of-factly, “would you—”

The cock jittered; she was certain. As she realised what was about to happen, Hermione’s nerves jolted, her breaths rushed and cheeks flamed.

“Sorry, would you have—”

The cock vibrated unrelentingly. A fervent pulse inside, resonating a maddening prickle all the way to her most sensitive area. Hermione only just caught the whimper in her throat. She linked her hands in front; then she decided to move one to her hip instead.

Patient expression intact, Ernie raised his fair brows.

Tilting her gaze up, Hermione found Malfoy with his forearms rested upon the second floor railing, wand dangling loosely in his long fingers, and a familiar wicked smirk. She shot him a glare and his smile burgeoned.

With every second, the heat at her centre intensified. Her breaths accelerated. Ernie was looking at her like she was a Sphinx with a riddle to reveal. This was unfair—painfully, deliciously unfair—she had only used her hands and mouth to win the last round. “Amelia Wadsworth. Do you have her most recent?” She pushed her words out in a hurry.

Malfoy was suddenly at her side. He must have used a notice-me-not charm, the lines of his straining cock peculiarly absent. “Say, Macmillan, how many books does this place sell per year?”

Hermione shot him a venomous look.

As if in reply, the cock now undulated in and out. The quivering length perfectly stroked at Hermione. Malfoy must have transfigured it again, for there was a new sensation caressing her clit, a relay of pulsing and vibrating and stroking inside and out. She held her breath as though it might hold the cock steady but it fucked her over and over. Heat was mounting, igniting her limbs. It had barely been two minutes, how was she already flirting with the edge?

All of a sudden the cock slipped, her arousal and gravity all too much. With her mouth in a firm line, Hermione crossed her legs. She caught it and stifled the thrusts, but the vibrations were still relentless and now pressing on that spot. That spot.

“Erm,” began Ernie, “I’d have to ask the owner. Why’s that?”

Malfoy turned his mouth down. “Just wondering how much a place like this might make. I’ve been thinking about expanding my portfolio.”

Ernie nodded absent-mindedly, his eyes sliding to Hermione. “Are you alright? You’re looking feverish.”

“Fine, thank you,” she bit out.

Ernie’s assessing look told her she most certainly did not appear fine. “Well, we do have Wadworth’s new book. I can bring it over for you.” He lifted his wand.

“No!” That may have verged on a shout. “I fancy a walk—long day at the desk, you know.”

Hermione spun on her heel, clenching to keep the slippery dildo from dropping to the floor, and went towards the bookcases in back as directed by a supremely bewildered Ernie. Falling back against the stacked shelves, Hermione panted. With a flick of her wand, the cock returned to its original ring form and putt to the ground, just as Malfoy swept in with an expression of victory.

“You’re cruel!” she whisper-yelled. “Vibrating and thrusting!”

He flashed a wolfish grin as he caged her in with a palm to either side, face dipping close. “As soon as a single moan comes from your lips, I win.”

Her lips? Malfoy was fair game too.

With her grip to the nape of his neck, Hermione drew Malfoy’s mouth to hers. He kneed between her legs, rucking up her skirt, and while one hand hiked her leg, the other slid the tip of his hard cock down along her entrance. Hermione almost lost herself. She adored the feel of him and wanted to make it known. Loudly. Her body twinged with a desperation for Malfoy, her nipples begging for his mouth, cunt dripping for his tongue, and a whole-being frisson for his palms down her slopes and curves and fingertips clawing into her breasts.

“You’re going to come for me, Granger.” It had sounded like a threat. It had made Hermione’s cunt ache anew.

Malfoy sunk into her, deeper and wider than the silly toy, and Hermione’s palm flew to her mouth, smothering a moan. She tipped her head towards his chest, savouring the sensation of him.

“So close,” he teased with a whisper and another punishing stroke.

Hermione caught a whimper in her mouth. Every new delve shattered her self-control. How did he always do this to her? Draco fucking Malfoy. His lithe fingers were on her breast, skilled tongue teasing along her throat, and strong arms holding her steady as he worked into her.

“Give me a pretty little moan, Granger.”

“You first,” she sieved out.

A hand gripped to the bookshelf and arm around Malfoy’s neck, Hermione ground down on his cock, meeting his thrusts. She rocked her hips back and forth then clenched around him and he closed his eyes and hitched his breath like a man on the edge.

Malfoy bowed his head into the slope of Hermione’s neck, panting close to her ear, and even despite her own orgasm coiling and ready to unfurl, she rode him relentlessly. She almost had him, too. When she reached for her clit and he watched the ministrations of her fingers, she heard an abandoned moan at the back of his throat.

Ernie’s voice carried from the counter. Hermione could have come from the sudden clit-tingling fear of a close call; but Malfoy halted his movements. “Decide on anything?” Ernie called out. “I’ll close up in a tick.”

She had decided on an orgasm. Several. Preferably with Malfoy’s tongue or fingers or cock inside her. But she could wait until she had won.

“Didn’t find anything in the end.” Her voice arrived reedy and jittered as Malfoy decided another couple of strokes were in order.

Finally halting, he rested his forehead to hers and their desperate breaths mingled. A blissful prickle danced along Hermione’s skin. As Malfoy retracted, they traded small, content smiles.

They were both delicate and at the edge; and yet only one was a winner.

Straightening her dress, Hermione walked between the bookcases with a little extra swivel in her hips. She paused to show Malfoy a pleased smirk past her shoulder. Another victory claimed.

With a much refined expression, she exited past the counter. “Good night, Ernie.”

His expression bordered on baffled. “You too.”

Malfoy nodded in passing. “Macmillan.”

In the cool night, they walked the alley until they found a recess at a closed shopfront and pressed into the dark nook together. Not sparing a beat, Malfoy’s lips were on hers, tongue teasing, and soft palms ascending her thighs. His fingers swept over the slick down her leg. “You are dripping, Granger.”

With a triumphant curve of her lips, she hummed her contentment.

Malfoy dropped his touch to retrieve something from his pocket. He upturned Hermione’s palm, depositing a galleon.

“What’s this for?”

“Loser buys dinner, remember?” He gave a rakish grin, then yanked her into his chest and they winked away.

In a whirlwind moment they appeared directly at the foot of Malfoy’s bed, he sprawled Hermione back atop the sheets, vanished her clothing, and then sunk down between her legs.

“But you never specified the cuisine,” he said, before dipping his tongue into her.

Malfoy drew zealous strokes along her swollen clit and Hermione fisted his hair. She couldn’t protest. This was her greatest victory yet. She hummed and whimpered and whined, the divine heat rebuilding with new fervour.

“Merlin.” She sucked in a breath and, as he drove two fingers into her entrance and his teeth grazed her sensitive skin, her palm clenched around the coin. “Wait—I’m only worth a single galleon?” Hermione elbowed herself up. Bringing the coin closer, she squinted and noticed the engraved cock. “A single fake galleon!” She threw it off in the distance and heard it clatter.

He peered up at her, mouth and chin covered in arousal. “I’d give you my whole Gringotts vault to eat your cunt, Granger. Now be a good girl and let me feast.”

With that, he gripped around her thighs and hauled her deeper into his mouth, not stopping until his artful tongue and exacting fingers caused her cunt to flutter, and she arched into him, moaning loud.

Notes:

Kudos and comments always appreciated!

I really tried to pack as much smut as possible into 2.5k words.

And thank you to my lovely beta reader swift_knight!