AUTHOR'S NOTES:

This was my 2016 Smutty-Claus Fest Exchange (smutty-claus . livejournal . com) entry. The fest is long over and reveals are out, so now I can post this for you here. This fanfic is finished. It is several chapters. I will post one up a week until it's done.

My prompts for the fest: Light BDSM. Dom/sub - only in the bedroom. I really relish breasts stimulation, too. I LOVE pining, crushing desires 'cause the other person is in a relationship. Heartbreaks are good stuff, too. Make me weep, and I'll love you. He is jealous that they are a couple. He's the ex-lover and is impossibly smitten by her. TRIAD - Hermione/Draco/Theo.

To my exchange partner, "mere_whispers": I tried to hit your major prompts, and hope you enjoy it! Much love to you!

THANK YOU SO MUCH to the wonderful Mods, Glitter_pink and Nightfalltwen, who graciously allowed me an extension to finish this exchange piece, and who tirelessly work to put on this fest!

DISCLAIMER:"Harry Potter" is the property of J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. This fanfiction was written entirely for fun, not for profit, and no copyright infringement is intended.

TIMELINE: Hogwarts-8th Year & Post-Hogwarts, EWE

MAIN CHARACTERS FEATURED (alphabetical order, last name): Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott

SECONDARY CHARACTERS FEATURED (alphabetical order, last name): Daphne Greengrass, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Blaise Zabini + original characters

SUMMARY: Hermione falls in love with Draco during their eighth year, but his future is set by a pre-arranged marriage from which there is no escape. Fortunately, Theo is there to help her pick up the pieces of her broken heart. Years later, she and Draco meet again in Paris, and the spark is still there between them, and it still burns hot…

RATING: NC-17 (MA)

WARNINGS: Explicit het sex (consensual – virginity loss, m/f twosome, m/f/m threesome), explicit profanity, recreational drug use, alcohol binging, smoking, Slytherin manipulations, angst-angst-angst, discussion of pregnancy, implied cheating (off-screen by secondary character), EWE

EXTRA NOTES: Avoué = French for "a legal professional in an international court who's serves in the same capacity as both a junior barrister and a senior solicitor".

HABIT

By: RZZMG

"Granger, Granger, Granger…"

Her name was a litany on his lips, a sexy tumbling of syllables Draco chanted like a man driven by regret and guilt and the desire for forgiveness.

Hermione gave him what he sought, along with her innocence.

His soft, platinum hair slid between her fingers as his hips drove relentlessly into her. Not gentle, this. Her first experience was not the soft, tender thing she'd always hoped it would be. It was, instead, fusion by fire, negation and completion…a sacred understanding.

Even as he strained for his own finish, Draco's fingers lightly caressed her nipple. "You're so sensitive here," he whispered in her ear, his hips snapping and thighs clenching.

"Yes," she confessed on a breathy sigh, tightening her legs and arms around him. "Oh, yes…"

His lips wrapped around the tight bud and he suckled hard, fiercely, and the tension within her broke open, tipping her over into white-hot pleasure. Hermione cried out, pulling Draco into her, forcing him to plough as deep into as he possibly could as her body exploded with so much sensation that she saw stars. As her climax passed through her, her body ached with such sweet bliss that it brought tears to her eyes.

He groaned, pulled her hips up and into his with a bruising hold as he thrust once more, and then he was coming inside her as her cunt trembled around him. "Granger," he sighed again into the lee of her throat, and bit down there, too, leaving his marks all over her. "Granger, Granger…"

She returned the favour as he jerked, emptying himself into her, whispering his name against his pulse and clinging to him, gently nipping at his skin between breaths.

Slowly, as he succumbed to exhaustion within her embrace, she began to relax her muscles as well, dropping her feet back to the mattress and straightening out her legs. She was sore and stretched from head to toe, but deliciously warm, and hoped he didn't pull away immediately. If he would stay for a little while to continue sharing his body's heat and strength with her, she could endure the coming dawn and what it would bring with it. Hated, cold reality would return soon enough and forced them apart, but for now, she prayed he'd let himself continue to fall, as she had.

He did, staying inside her, even as he softened, and then, his breathing evened out and she knew he'd fallen asleep in her arms.

It was done, she thought, as she lay under him and stared up at the green velvet canopy above his bed. The sexual tension that had built between them all this year as Head Boy and Head Girl had finally culminated in the forbidden, ending in his bed. Now, Hermione knew, came the hard part: keeping a repeat from happening, for Draco would use this new-found power of sex against her until he'd used her up and moved on, as was his way. If she wasn't careful, she would end up as every other witch he'd had in this same room over the last six months—rode hard and hung up wet…derided and dismissed.

That wasn't going to happen to her, she'd decided long before this night. There was still a little more than two months left until graduation, and she wasn't going to be on the receiving end of a cruel cut-direct. Better to end it before it began, to let this be all there was to be between them: sex with no strings.

She told herself that throughout the night as he woke from brief naps to have her again and again, as if he was an addict and she, his drug of choice. Withholding the emotions that had crept up unexpectedly in her chest, refusing to give voice to the feelings she'd been holding in check since Christmas when she'd first admitted to herself just how deep down the rabbit hole she'd gone in regards to the Malfoy heir, proved to be an exercise in restraint. For the first time, she'd nearly failed in that regard.

When she slipped from Draco's bed in the early light of dawn and crossed the hall to her own room, Hermione made up her mind on the matter, however. There would be no repeat. None.

Unfortunately, Draco had always had a bad habit of refusing to comply with her well-considered plans.

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One month later

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He loved tearing Granger's clothes off. The indignant gasp she gave as he ripped something from her body, the fire in her eyes that berated him for his carelessness and his audacity made him harder than granite.

Every. Fucking. Time.

Four weeks, and he still couldn't get enough of her. He shagged her every day, at least once, sometimes more, frenzied and insatiable in a way he hadn't felt since he'd first hit puberty and was wanking five times a day. Hermione never complained, however. In fact, she welcomed him into her, occasionally initiating their liaisons with a suggestive word or wink or smile, and at times she was just as lusty, tearing at him with a feverish gleam in her eyes.

They were good together—really good. Just as he'd known they'd be.

"You and Granger are compatible intellects and opposite temperaments," Theo had once commented on the subject back in fifth year, when Draco had casually dropped girls into their conversation, and invariably, the swot of their class had come up. "She's amusing, well-mannered, ambitious, quite pretty, and kind. Blood aside, she's perfect for you," his best friend had said.

He'd replied in jest that it sounded as if Theo had given Potter's 'golden girl' some serious thought in that regard, and the guy had simply given an enigmatic little shrug and then promptly returned them to their Transfiguration homework, subject dropped.

Draco had never forgotten those words, however. They'd rung in his head over the summer after he'd taken the Mark, an echo of regret in the darker corners of his mind.

Now, they screamed in chorus through his brain…and through his greedy body.

Buttons flew in every direction as he yanked her shirt open now, pulling it from its tuck, and tore it apart. Her muttered censure made him grin. "You know you love this as much as I do," he told her, wrenching her bra cups down and freeing one of his favourite parts of her anatomy to his bold gaze. She was perfectly formed, as far as he was concerned; well-rounded breasts that fit nicely into his palms, high and tight nipples that were big and cherry red, and begged for him to play with them. He pinched them now with just the right amount of pressure to elicit another gasp from those sweet, pink lips of hers.

Leaning his mouth to her ear, he murmured very succinctly, "I'm going to fuck you right here, on this desk, Granger." He stroked her nipples again, making her moan and tremble against him. "And you're going to come for me again, aren't you? Again and again. Just like always."

Her whimpers and the doubts so clearly etched upon her lovely features were soon wiped away as he teased her buds with first his fingers, then his tongue and teeth. He licked, suckled, caressed and massaged, worshipped her breasts, knowing by now just how wet she could become from his teasing and fondling of them.

"So beautiful," he growled as he dragged the length of his tongue over one taut, begging nipple and then latched on, sucking hard. Granger threw her head back and moaned so loudly that, had he not already taken the precaution of Silencing the room, he'd fear discovery. They were, after all, in an empty classroom on the third floor in the middle of the lunch period, and not in the privacy of their shared dormitory at night, as usual. He let go of his mouth's hold on her abruptly and, grabbing hold of a hunk of her hair, pulled her face back so their lips could meet. "You're mine to fuck whenever I want, aren't you? My little addiction."

She whimpered and closed her eyes, but her pink tongue darted out to wet her lower lip, preparing it for his kiss. He took that as her ascent and carried on with the plan of seducing her until she realised that refusing his advances only made him want her all the more.

In such a short time, Hermione Granger had become Draco's bad habit…one he wasn't sure he ever wanted to be freed of, and one he intuitively knew would ruin him for anyone else.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Author's Notes:

Obsessive desire is one of my fav tropes in this fandom, because there's something about two intelligent, repressed, and headstrong people who are unable to say 'no' to each other that is absolutely hot. Hope you'll agree & put this story on FOLLOW (and maybe leave a review?). Would love to hear your thoughts on it!

XOXO,

- RZZMG

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Preview of next chapter:

Gooseflesh appeared on her arms. She dropped them to the counter, gripping its edge. "What are you doing?"

His hand appeared in her peripheral vision, and those long, beautiful fingers of his rested atop hers. "Making my intentions known," he admitted. "I'm finding jealousy a most uncomfortable emotion, you see."

"J-jealousy?"

Her heart hammered away in her throat, and she swallowed several times to push down the knot that had taken up residence there.

Theo's head bent towards her ear and he placed his lips near it, whispering his secrets to her. "My Slytherin sensibilities have kept me from acting upon what I've wanted with you for years. Is it too late, though? I presume Draco was the first to have your body, but does he exclusively own your heart, too, Hermione? Is there room enough in there for me, too?" He pressed a small kiss to her earlobe. "Have I been too patient, too reserved? Have I lost my chance to win you as well?"