Laya Nequam

Oliver couldn’t help the deep exhale that left his lips, the sound of pure relief. He still moved slowly, but didn’t stop until he was pressed inside of her to the hilt, giving a soft moan of her name. “Goddamn…” he panted softly. “So tight… so damn good….” He crooned, giving slow rolls of his hips against hers.

The three looked up at him as he entered, the boys looking tired, Hermione still looking apologetic.

“I’m still so sorry, Carey.” Hermione spoke softly. “I really hope I didn’t cause you any trouble with her.”

Ron stood, pacing beside the window, Harry’s eyes tracking him but making no moves to calm him down. He could tell he was angry, but he didn’t know what they expected them to do about this situation.

“This whole thing’s ridiculous.” He threw his hands up. “Like there wasn’t enough going on.”

“Ron, he can’t exactly help the situation.”

“But we need you on this, on our side!” Ron exclaimed, looking at Carey. “Having you and your family… but you can’t exactly be with us when you’re bloody glued to Malfoy!”

“We have a plan, Ron.” Harry sighed, chin in his hands.

“And who’s to say Malfoy has anything?” Ron threw his hands up. “Who’s to say she knows a damn thing?! She’s a bloody sixteen year old girl. Her father is clearly a fuck up. Why would they give her any information at all? She could have nothing and all the while we lose one of the only things that could keep us alive because he’s following around a Death Eater like a love sick puppy!”

Oliver was overwhelmed with relief when she gave him permission to move, the blonde groaning lowly. He was holding back, the last thing he wanted was to hurt her, but it was taking all his concentration not to thrust in fully.

He kissed along her jaw as he slipped in further, still slow, still so gentle, only a few more inches, repeating the motion of shallow thrusts, letting her get used to the deeper intrusion.

Draco was taken back by the soft, gentle smile, once again feeling her heart flutter, the butterflies in her stomach.

As he spoke, she felt the soft, warm pull at her once more, just as it has before back on the beach when she’d been so terrified. But now she was comfortable, soft and warm, curled into his sweater that smelled so much like him - like earl gray and honey, like the smoke from a warm fire in a hearth, like grass after rain.

She fell asleep easily, without trouble, immediately slipping into dreams of warm arms wrapped around her, promising her safety.

Oliver pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, then her jaw, giving her slow, her shallow thrusts, just slipping in a little farther before pulling back. “I’m gonna let you get used to it, okay?” He hummed softly. “You let me know when you’re ready for more.”

She let him guide her, let him help her into the bed. There was something oddly comforting about it, something so soft and sweet, gentle. She felt safe. And she knew she shouldn’t.

As he laid a gentle hand on her, she did as he said, even as vulnerable as she felt, and looked up, her grey eyes meeting his green.

Draco looked back up at him, brow furrowing.

She’d done research on the Phoenix, having learned Carey would be attending Hogwarts at the same time she did. But even documentation on the full extent of their powers was limited. She forgot just how powerful he and his clans were.

“That would… be nice.” She responded stiffly, though she couldn’t hide her relief.

Once she assured him, giving her permission, Oliver moved slowly, carefully, feeling her give way as he slowly pushed forward, feeling her tight entrance slowly engulf the head of his cock. He groaned lowly, forcing himself not to thrust forward into the tight heat.

“Fuck…” he groaned through clenched teeth, looking up at her, checking for her reaction. “You okay, baby?”

Draco scoffed at his response. “Like hell it’s none of my concern.” She spat, raising her arms, the sleeves dangling past her hands. “I’m the one bloody wearing it.”

As he made his way out the door, she paused before softly saying, “Wait.” She waited for him to turn to gave her, the blonde looking down and away from him, biting her cheek. “Do you have a vial of Dreamless Sleep? I… have a hard time sleeping without it.”

Draco softened a bit at that, at the image of him helping a little girl do her hair. It was a precious picture.

“Well , you’ve made a mistake showing me what you can do now.” She teased with a soft laugh. “I’m going to force you to do my hair all the time.”

She paused then, realizing that the whole situation had gotten chummy much to fast for her liking. “So, care to explain what just happened?” She asked, tone cool, hands on her hips. “With the sweater?”

“Okay.” He answered, tone soft and sincere. “As long as you’re sure that’s what you want.”

He kissed her deeply, gently guiding her thighs on either side of his hips, one hand on her waist, the other gripping his length, guiding it against her. The head pressed to her entrance, he paused, blue eyes meeting her green. “You ready?” He asked softly. “I’ll stop right now if ya change your mind.”

Oliver couldn’t help his warm laugh at her words, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “What’a way with words.” He teased her softly, kissing her lips gently. Still chuckling, he said, “Imma give you the choice, alright? Do you want me on top? Or would you rather be on top? If you wanna be on top and kinda be in control of things, I don’t mind.”

Draco could feel as he did her hair for her, the movements smooth and gentle, never once pulling.

At his words, she turned and looked at the mirror on the far side of the room, taking in the perfectly done pony tail, her platinum hair in soft, beautiful curls.

She turned and looked back at him, her surprise clear. “Where in the world did you learn to do that?” She asked with a soft laugh.

Draco paused, taking in Carey’s expression, the look of relief, his soft smile.

She felt her heart flutter at the smile and then immediately looked away, clenching her jaw. But she followed him without hesitation back to the room, hoping that maybe she could get some sleep.

She turned, his question taking her by surprise, showing on her pale features. She paused but then, after a beat, managed a nod.

Why did she trust him? Why did his warm smile make her feel safe? She was quite literally his prisoner.

“As long as you don’t rip it out.” She muttered, no fire in her tone.

Giving another warm chuckle, Oliver slowly kissed up her body, kissing her hip bones, her stomach, taking a moment to worship her breasts before kissing back up her neck.

“It took me a while to realize how good of a thing sex can be.” He hummed softly. “But if you’re with a good partner, it can be amazin’.” He kissed her softly, lovingly, gently brushing her hair from her face. “I hope I can always make you feel good like that, darlin’.”

“No, no, it’s okay, Carey.” Hermione said softly, gently laying a hand on his arm. “I should have realized - I just didn’t think about it, but I should have. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to cause any more stress.

Still confused and definitely frustrated, Draco pulled the sweater off over her head before pulling on Carey’s, grumbling under her breath as she did so.

It did smell nice though…

Moving back toward the door, she paused, managing to make out tidbits of their words.

Control. Possession.

Granger apologized again.

What in Salazar’s name was happening here?

She jerked open the door, Carey’s sweater swallowing her even more then Harry’s had.

She all but threw the sweater at Hermione. “Satisfied?”

“Thank you.” Hermione sighed softly, hoping the sight of her in his clothing would calm him fully. She dug around in the bag then, pulling out a hair tie and offering it to Draco. “If you’d like to put your hair up.”

Draco scowled at the offensive elastic offered to her, inspecting it for curly brown hairs. “Have you worn it?”

“I’m not sure. I’ve got-,”

“Then no.” She spat at her.

Hermione sighed, putting up her hands in surrender before looking back at Carey. “She’s all yours.” She grumbled, leaving the two of them alone once more.

Oliver didn’t let up as she came, wanting her to feel every ounce of pleasure he could give her. He had to fight against grinding against her bed, his length so painfully hard from her sounds and her expression alone.

As her grip on his hair loosened, as he felt her thighs unclench, he slowed his movements before gently pulling his fingers from her, pressing soft, gentle kisses to her thighs and hips, letting her bask in her afterglow for a moment.