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"C'mon 'Mione stay in bed," Draco reached out and grabbed Hermione's bare waist, pulling her back onto the plush bed. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck and planted a tender kiss, "It's early."
She shivered at the feeling of his lips up against her neck; Hermione turned to face Draco and looked down at him with a stern look. The look faded when she saw his goofy lopsided grin pulling at the edges of his mouth. She could never stay mad at him, or even be stern with him for long; he had some kind of effect on her that she didn't quite understand.
Hermione snuggled back down and got under the expensive silk covers with Draco. She laid her head against his chest and hummed softly as her fingers traced his lower abdomen lightly. Her hands wandered his sculpted chest, no matter how many times she had seen it, felt it, and tasted it, she never got tired of it.
Draco closed his eyes and smiled, enjoying the sensations Hermione was creating with her fingertips. "I don't think you should ever leave this bed, love."
He meant every word he said, their relationship had started out as strictly physical, but Draco was ready for something more, almost. He wanted something with her in the worst way, except no one else could know that. Being from two separate houses proved to be a huge detriment to a relationship, her friends would never accept him, and his friends would rather be under the cruciatus than hang around with a muggle-born.
Hermione rolled her eyes at Draco's comment; she knew she would have to leave Draco's bed in the Slytherin boy's dormitory very soon, people would be waking any time now, and she didn't want to be caught. But, as time sensitive as the moment was, she couldn't move herself away from him.
She rolled on top of him, her bare chest pressed against his in the most delicious way possible. Hermione gave him a devilish smirk before hungrily attacking his lips with hers.
Passion flared and his hands locked themselves on Hermione's hips, as hers tangled in his white blond hair. Their lips moved in sync, and a low groan escaped the back of Hermione's throat. As they moved, the blanket's covering them drifted off their naked bodies, letting the cool morning air brush against their skin. The sudden coolness tickled Hermione's chest, puckering her pink nipples.
Draco moaned roughly and let his mouth move from hers onto her neck. He could smell her familiar perfume that smelled of peaches, and the salty taste of sweat from their pervious activities turned him on even more.
As Draco ravaged Hermione, her fingers knotted in his hair and focused on the sound of their rough breathing and the pounding of her heartbeat. She was a bit surprised when his hands left her hips and moved up to cup her face, he pulled back from the passionate kisses and looked her deep in the eyes.
"My God, you're so damn beautiful."
Hermione blushed and tried to look away, but his hands kept her face in place. He slowly leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss to her lips, a kiss that was different from anyone they had ever shared. They pulled back and took each other in, not worrying about anything except the way they looked at each other. It caused butterflies to erupt in Hermione's stomach, and it made Draco's heart beat even louder than before.
Draco broke the moment by grasp Hermione roughly and flipping her, she he was then on top. She moaned loudly as his hands moved from her arms and over to her breasts. He cupped them gently as she pressed desperate kisses onto his jaw.
"Draco? You up?" They both sat straight up and looked at each other with sheer terror in their eyes. Draco lightly pushed Hermione down and threw the blankets and heavy dark green comforter on top of her, as well as his naked body.
The dark wooden door opened and Blaise walked in, still in his black silk pajama pants. "Malfoy, what do you think about skipping Transfiguration?"
Draco glanced over at Blaise who was walking into the bedroom. He was about to reply when he felt lips being placed on his throbbing hard-on. "Fuck!" Draco exclaimed, his hands balling into fists, and his eyes squeezing shut.
Blaise looked startled and took a single step back, "What? Malfoy it was just a question, bloody hell."
Draco snapped his eyes open, and tried to concentrate on his friend who was standing a little less than ten feet away from him. It was extremely hard to do considering he felt Hermione's warm breath enveloping all of him, her tongue suckling his length, and her lips kissing his head. "Sure let's skip," Draco's voice came out rough, and he pounded a fist into the mattress to prevent himself from moaning out loud. "Just leave so I can go back to sleep."
Blaise gave him a confused look before turning and walking out of the room, carefully closing the door behind him.
Once Draco was certain he was gone, he threw the blankets off. Draco was prepared to yell at Hermione for being reckless and stupid. What was she trying to do? Kill him? He had very little self-control and he couldn't keep intact when her luscious lips pleasured him so damn nicely.
But once Draco saw Hermione on her knees with his length in her mouth, he came.
So, I hope you all enjoyed this. I'm planning to do more chapters, but they will all be fluff, or smut related. If you want a story with a definitive plot check out my other Dramione FanFiction: Dramione: Here I Go Again.
I will be post more if I see reviews and favorites, so please let me know what you guys think!
xoxo~Emi