Note: Hermione & Draco are friends in this fanfic. (; A girl can dream can't she? Haha, a heated kinda story. That's why I'm rating it M. Soz.
Without any warning, the blonde haired boy kneeled in front of her and attacked her thin pink lips with his own fiercely. Not only was she stunned, but she was secretly grinning inside like a complete fool. It took her a few short moments to respond and to become aware at what was happening before she wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, kissing him back hard. She felt his strong, masculine hands snake around her waist, clutching her back. She slowly began to relax as he laid her on the bed, hovering over her fragile body. He kissed her slowly, urgently, using the tips of his fingers trace the shape of her body. She shivered at his contact and only kissed him harder. He kissed her feverishly as the water droplets trickled from their skin, and she felt a hard substance press against her thighs, and her body went wild. She was now tugging at the hem of his shirt. Draco reluctantly pulled himself away from the girl and pulled his shirt off in one swift motion. Hermione's shirt was now gone as well. She unzipped her jeans quickly and pulled them down her long lean legs, rubbing her thigh with his rand. Her breathing was uneven and her mind raced as she watched his jeans fall to the floor, and she pulled him back to her kissing him hard. A deep groan emerged from his throat as he his lips made contact with hers once again. A sound of pure pleasure being made every now and then.
Soon enough all the clothes shed from their bodies as Draco started laying light kisses all over Hermione's torso, leaving a nice tingling sensation after his lips left that particular spot, and moved to another. Her body shook under his touch and he let his tongue graze along her upper chest, moving along her right breast.
She knew what she was doing was wrong as she thought back to Ron, seeing his face in her mind, but she couldn't bring herself to stop it. Not now. She was finally getting what she wanted, Draco Malfoy, best friend and secret love. And for once, she was getting the best of the best.
The whole world seemed to be turned off to the two teenagers who were about to make love, the only thing that mattered to them, was each other.
Draco noticed the tension and doubtfulness and kissed her lips softly. Murmuring sweet words into her ear like "Don't worry" or "You're beautiful". Butterflies erupted in her stomach with each word that left his swollen lips and she couldn't help but smile inside and out.
She pushed him directly into her body, he allowed his member to press against her core, rubbing the tip of it against her. She moaned in pleasure. That was all it took for him. He couldn't wait anymore, pushing himself into her gently. He began to thrust in and out of her slowly, lovingly, enjoying the feel of being inside of her.
Seconds passed by fairly quickly and soon moans of pure ecstasy were all that was heard from the both of them. She clutched his back, digging her short nails into him. With every push more warmth built inside of her. Begging for release and Draco seemed to sense it too. He grew closer and closer to his release and thrust into once more before feeling he walls close in on him, causing him to reach his highest peak and explode into her. Hermione looked up at her Draco with soft and worn out eyes, and he smiled softly down at her. Kissing her forehead lightly and rolling into the spot beside her. He glanced over at his lover, her eyes were closed and watching the rise and fall of her chest as she caught her breath after their previous actions. He stroked her tangled and damp hair, pulling the blanket over their bodies as he pulled her closer to him.
"I love you, Hermione," he whispered softly in her ear. "I always have."