Confession

Hermione lay on her brown leather sofa, reading one of her old favourite books, minding her own business. It was her evening off work and she had planned to get an early night for an early day at The Ministry. Ron and Luna had their own life and kids and Harry and Ginny had theirs. Hermione was not expecting company.

And yet there was a knock at her door; loud and intimidating. Whoever it was, was here on business. She jumped up off the sofa, letting her book fall to the floor. Her heart thudded and for a second she thought it was The Minister himself coming to tell her she'd done a horrible job at the ministry and that she was sacked. Quickly, after her mini panic attack, she realised that was preposterous since she saw the Minister just last week and he had given her nothing but praise. So who could it be? And why was she scared to find out?

She closed her book properly, not caring to replace the bookmark correctly, and placed it on the sofa. She walked right to the front door and peered in the peep hole. Hermione gasped loudly and her heart stammered. It was Draco Malfoy wearing his work clothes.

He looked dishevelled but determined. His eyes were darting everywhere but at the door. Why the hell was he here? He'd never come to her door before. But Hermione felt a thrill shoot up her spine. Over the last year or so she had begun to find Draco Malfoy quite attractive even though they still appeared to hate each other. He had never paid her much attention, only to say something sarcastic or ask about work stuff. And yet…

Hermione opened the door quickly, before she lost her nerve. Draco turned his head fast to look right at her and her heart jumped in panic and…lust?

"Draco? Why are you outside my house at 9.30?" Hermione placed one hand on her hip, the other was still firmly planted on the door, ready to slam shut.

He hesitated for quite a while, avoiding her gaze. "I wanted to see you." He eventually said.

Hermione's suspicions rose and her heart hammered some more. "Why?"

Draco shrugged. He almost looked nervous, avoiding eye contact. "Can I come in?" he said and for emphasis, wrapped his arms around himself and did a shrug that she guessed was supposed to be a shiver. It was August, the weather was mild and it was still light out, what was he after?

She moved aside and opened the door wider. "I guess." Draco shuffled inside quickly and made a sharp left turn into the living room. He sat down next to her book, picked it up and read the back of it.

"Still a bookworm then." he stated. "You haven't changed one bit, Hermione."

Hermione was getting impatient. She stood opposite him by her fireplace and folded her arms. "What do you want, Draco?"

This time he looked directly at her and didn't break eye contact. This is very strange, she thought.

"I wanted to see you." He was still staring at the book in his hands. He seemed nervous and for some reason Hermione felt an insane urge to laugh. It was just so unlike Draco.

"You came to my house at 9.30 because you wanted to see me? Why?" Hermione stood with her arms crossed, not letting her eyes stray from Draco's lap where the book sat.

He looked up at her then but hesitated before answering. He swallowed hard and took a deep breath. Now he was making her nervous.

"What is it Draco? Just spit it out!" he demanded. Draco placed the book next to him on the sofa and stood and walked right up to Hermione. He was so close she could smell a faint scent of alcohol on his breath. Did he need that for courage or something? thought Hermione.

"I think you're beautiful, okay? I've tried to tell myself that it was just because I haven't been with someone for over a year and I haven't had sex in such a long time but then I couldn't stop thinking about you. I lay in bed just thinking about what your curves look like under your work uniform or if your skin feels as soft as it looks. It's driving me crazy. I had to have a drink before I came here. Okay, 3 drinks but here I am. Confessing. Say what you will."

He blurted it out in a rush and then quickly turned around but didn't sit down.

Hermione was speechless. She had had no idea he felt that way. Or maybe she just didn't pay any or much attention to Draco beyond when he was talking to her. He was rather good at hiding how he really felt about her.

She grinned behind Draco's back, deciding to take the plunge. She placed a delicate hand on Draco's back and he flinched, more from shock than fear. She walked around to face Draco never letting her hand leave Draco's blazer. Eventually she let her hand rest on Draco's chest and this time he was looking right at her, watching her every move. Hermione wasted no time and carefully, slowly slid off Draco's jacket and they both let it drop to the floor.

To Hermione's surprise Draco did not say or word or even raise his eyebrows but just let Hermione do whatever she wanted. Oh, she was going to enjoy this.

She slowly undid his shirt and let that fall to the floor too. She told him to take off his shoes and socks which he did quickly and she began to work on his belt and trousers. Draco kicked them behind him and he was left standing there naked while Hermione was fully dressed. He already had an erection that was standing tall and hard and thick waiting for Hermione to touch it, to release its juices.

She guided him to the sofa, next to her book, where he had sat when he first came in. Hermione took a step back and slowly took off each item of her clothing watching Draco watch her. His eyes roamed everywhere and she could see how much he was aching to touch her yet he stayed still, still with his erection in the air. Waiting so patiently.

Once Hermione was naked she felt the cool air hug her hot skin and shivered just a bit. She moved toward Draco and kneeled before him, between his legs. She never broke eye contact when she placed a delicate hand around his hard shaft. He gasped softly, lips parted and only when Hermione's lips touched the head of his erection did she break eye contact. She placed her lips slowly over the head moving down, down, down until his whole length was in her mouth, eliciting a moan from Draco.

Hermione sucked hard as she came back up and Draco moaned louder still, his hips lifting up from the sofa. She lifted off Draco completely and let her tongue roam for a while, licking down from the head to the base and back up again on the other side where she flicked her tongue over the tip of his dick. Draco could barely contain his moans of pleasure and Hermione could barely hold back her smile of satisfaction. She put his length inside her mouth again, quicker this time, all the way to the base, as much as she could fit inside her small mouth. She sucked back hard, again quicker. She repeated it over and over, gaining speed and Draco moaned loud with each hard suck on his dick. He reached down and placed a gentle hand on Hermione's head and played with her hair. She kept going until she felt him start to throb.

"Not just yet." She grinned, getting to her feet. She kneeled either side of him on the sofa and sat down on him, sliding herself onto his throbbing erection. They both moaned softly as he slid all the way inside her. She had not realised how tight she was, even though it had been a while for her too. Or maybe he was just bigger than Ron was…

She sat still for a moment, enjoying having him at her mercy, and leaned forward to kiss Draco. It was slow and soft at first and then Draco gripped the back of her neck and kissed her more fiercely, forcing her lips to part, using his tongue to play with hers. They seemed to be in perfect unison, knowing what each other wanted. Hermione then took the chance to lift herself up almost all the way and then sat back down hard, shoving him inside her again. They gasped into each other's mouths and she moved faster again, thrusting and pushing and dropping her weight back down. Draco placed rough hands on her hips and helped her move ever faster, gripping hard. Hermione moaned loudly, not caring that now Draco was in control. She'd enjoyed it while it lasted but clearly Draco had wanted her longer than she wanted him. Let him have me, she thought. Let him do whatever he wishes, she thought.

Draco seemed to read her mind and he lifted her off him then got up from the sofa. His length was still impressive to look at but Hermione was already being guided to the arm of her sofa where she was violently pushed over it. Draco slapped her ass hard and she cried out but loved the sensation. He did it again, a few more times before shoving his whole length inside her once more. This time he pumped harder, faster and Hermione lubricated on the arm of the chair instantly. She buried her head in the pillow on her sofa and moaned loudly.

Suddenly she felt her hair being wrapped around something and tugged upward hard. She cried out again but barely had time to recover from the shock as she was still being pounded hard.

"Oh God." she called, breathlessly just as Draco used his other hand to drag his nail down her back. The cold pain of her skin being dragged apart felt amazing alongside him fucking her hard. She called out again while Draco groaned low with each thrust behind her.

Then, all at once, he slowed fast and throbbed inside her and moaned with each slow thrust inside her. As soon as he came down from his orgasm he pulled out of her and slapped her ass once more. He pulled her upright but she stood on shaky legs so he helped her to sit while his sticky white mess dripped down between her thighs. She sat anyway, not caring about the mess. Not caring that Draco had just fucked her. Not caring that she had enjoyed every last second of it since he told her how he felt.

"I've wanted that for almost a whole year." Draco gasped, putting his underwear back on.

"Happy you got what you wanted now?" she asked, slouching on the sofa, making no attempt to cover herself. There was no point.

He turned to face her and smiled widely. "Absolutely." a pause before, "Are you…you know, happy?" he seemed slightly nervous again. How sweet.

"Yes. Very much. It'd been a while for me too." she admitted and got up to dress. She'd shower once Draco had left. She now felt sort of awkward. He had just turned up and then they had had sex and now they were done…

"So, eh, what are you doing now?" she asked and almost-dressed Draco Malfoy.

He turned to her as he buttoned up his shirt. "I go home. Unfortunately, my mother is expecting me home. She gets worried and father wouldn't be happy if I was too tardy."

"Oh, right. Okay." she said, then, quickly realising she sounded disappointed she said, "No it's fine I have an early start tomorrow at the Ministry." She shrugged and tugged on her clothes without bothering with underwear. This caused Draco to raise his eyebrows. Hermione just shrugged.

A few minutes later, Hermione was saying goodbye to Draco and then shutting the door. She leaned back against the door and let out a massive sigh that she couldn't even remember holding.

"I'm not in work tomorrow." she said to no one. "Oh well, he'll never know."