She knew he was behind her. She could feel his growing hardness press into her, and she instinctively ground her backside against it, relishing the friction. Draco leaned over and kissed from her collarbone up her neck, lightly sucking on her pulse points. Hermione mewled in approval as he gently traced the outside of her ear with his tongue, giving her goose bumps of the best sort. She felt her nipples harden immediately in response.
"I'm sorry, is it rather cold in here?" Draco asked, turning Hermione around to face him and glancing pointedly at her now very erect nipples that could be seen clearly through her tissue-thin white tee shirt. Hermione blushed a bright shade of pink that reminded Draco of peonies as she vigorously shook her head. "Well," he continued, "I suppose that means that you're aroused," he stated, his tone nothing short of amused. "Do you know what I have to do, then?"
"I… don't…" Her response was whispered lightly as she shook in anticipation, her body prickling with the need to be touched.
"What's that? The girl who knows everything doesn't know the answer?" Draco growled softly into her ear, sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine that wracked her whole body. Hermione merely shook her head once, her eyelids heavy with lusty anticipation. Draco kissed back down the path he'd come up, from her ear, down her neck, licking her collarbone lightly. He pulled her shirt over her head, discarding it carelessly on the hardwood floor underneath them. He carefully moved his lips down toward her right breast and came to a sudden stop, avoiding her nipple, causing her to hiss over the denied pleasure.
Draco smirked knowingly before moving back up and tracing the circular outline of her breast with his tongue, leaving a cool trail of saliva behind. He moved over to her left breast and repeated the action, leaving Hermione more frustrated than she thought she'd ever been. Her body ached with the need to be satisfied somehow, her ever-ripening buds practically screaming for contact. Before she could complain, however, Draco's mouth was kissing a path toward her right nipple. He softly, traced a circle around her nipple, creating even more prominent goose bumps to appear all over her skin, before closing his mouth around it. Hermione's eyes fluttered shut as she sighed with the contact. Draco was pleased with the response he had on her; his patience and willingness to wait before succumbing to her desires was definitely paying off. He looked up at the witch, lust clouding his thoughts the more he stared at her beauty. Her hair cascading down her back and over her shoulders in a tangled, wild mess, her long lashes, those perfect, ruby-tinted lips that made him think bad thoughts in class so often… With that, Draco sucked on her tight pink nipple, swirling his tongue around it. Hermione moaned out in ecstasy as he pulled the bud into his mouth further, the added stimulation proving to feel better than she could imagine.
The more he licked and sucked, the more he thought he'd never be able to keep up his measured, restricted façade of patience through this whole ordeal. Draco had awoken from a nap that evening after what he thought was a bloody amazing sex dream with a raging hard-on, determined to satisfy himself and find release in the best way possible. This, with Granger, was certainly not what he'd initially thought he'd get himself into, but it definitely wasn't anything to complain about. She'd followed him easily into his private Head Boy quarters for reasons he wasn't quite sure of… Whatever the persuasive point was, she was in his room, pressed up against his wall, eyes screwed shut in pleasure and trembling under his touch. This was good; very good for Draco.
He moved over to her left nipple, hovering his lips over it. Hermione pushed her chest forward and moaned. "God…Draco… Please…" She sighed, her breathing ragged and shallow.
"Please what?" Draco asked, his words breathing cool air onto her hardened nipple.
"Please… lick… and suck…" She replied softly. He noticed that rosy blush creeping onto her skin once more. Draco adored that blush; the sunset quality of color made her face look like it was meant to be painted.
He took the nipple in his mouth, this time sucking on it right away, eliciting a gasp from Hermione that quickly turned into a sigh of pleasure. Draco removed his mouth from the tight, hard bud and stood once more, leaning into her; his breath this time felt hot and steady. "I could do that all day," he whispered, sending another pleasure-ridden chill through Hermione's being. "But," he continued, "I can think of some other things that may perhaps be even better." He said, practically growling the last word. Hermione's sharp intake of air was sign enough for him. Draco kissed down her body at, what Hermione believed to be, a painfully slow speed. He knelt on the ground as he kissed down her stomach, reaching the waistband of her gray school skirt, unzipping it from the back. He pulled it down her legs, where it pooled on the floor, revealing a lacy maroon thong.
Draco looked at Hermione's whole body appreciatively; catching her eye as his gaze went up- there was that bloody blush again. His cock twitched, reminding him of his own lust. He almost groaned with the need for release. "Patience," he thought. "I must have patience."
"Draco…" Hermione breathed as he licked the delicate skin right above the top of her panties.
"Yes?" He implored slowly, savoring her reactions in this state as he continued to kiss along her hipbones.
"I want… more… God, please…lick me…" Her answer was softer than a whisper, which only turned him on more. This witch was trying to kill him with her sensuality, Draco just knew it. He slowly pulled her panties down her long, perfectly shaped legs until they were discarded on the floor with her other clothes. Hermione stood before him, naked, and he had to take a moment to simply revel in how gloriously sexy she was. Her hair, in its usual frazzled and messy state, was the only part of her he would have recognized from any past encounter with her. Her breasts were, as he'd earlier noted, beyond lovely, in both size and perkiness; her waist pulled in as her hips pushed out- a perfect hourglass figure; and her legs seemed to go on forever… but now, he was facing her most perfect part. He blew a stream of cool breath on her clit, and she shuddered in anticipation.
Draco stood up, causing Hermione to furrow her brow in confusion and protest, and quickly pushed her backward onto his bed. Made with silver silk sheets and an emerald comforter embellished with the Slytherin emblem, Draco felt a sick sense of satisfaction already knowing what he was about to do to the Gryffindor upon a bed that praised those she so openly detested. He smirked up at her, keeping eye contact as he kissed across her stomach and down… down… down… until he reached the place no man had ever reached her with his lips.
Eyes still locked with hers, Draco kissed her clitoris, his lips tender and gentle. Hermione's eyes widened at the contact and she inhaled deeply, her heart feeling as if it would pound out of her chest. Without breaking eye contact, Draco sucked on her bud, pulling it into his mouth, and languidly ran his tongue over it. Hermione moaned out in sheer pleasure, releasing his gaze from hers as her eyes squeezed shut of their own volition.
Never before had she felt such perfectly tantalizing, yet satisfying, pleasure. Draco flicked his tongue over the sensitive bud over and over, loving every second of her sighs, gasps, and moans. Her hips rose up, willing his mouth to cover even more of her than just his tongue on her clit. Not one to deny a challenge, Draco licked from her tight bundle of nerves down to the opening that his cock craved entry to.
Staring at the wild rising of her chest, her eyes screwed shut in ecstasy, fingers laced through his hair pulling his head closer to her wet center, he thrust his tongue into her, tasting the warm, wet sign of her arousal. In and out, in and out, in and out… Hermione was thrusting against him, riding his tongue, relishing in the insane amount of pleasure he was giving her; pleasure she'd never known.