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Chapter 2: Waking Up In Enemy Arms
The next morning Hermione felt as expected. The lingering immorality of her actions felt like creepy crawlies invading the surface of her sullied skin, a feeling she assumed most people had after a quick and shameless one nightstand.
She was uncomfortable, regretful, but more than any of that, very, very confused. She had slept quite soundlessly in Draco's arms for the majority of the night before waking up and turning away from him in startling realization.
Draco Malfoy had been her constant rival for the better part of 6 years, and now, out of nowhere, she was being cuddled in his arms like some secret treasure. She expected last night to be painful, nauseating, overwhelming; but no. One fake confession and a few pretty words later, and suddenly she was putty in his arms.
Hermione's face burned with anger. She was disgusted with herself for letting him have her so easily. Really, she didn't even try to fight it. She should have flinched at his touch, or at least hesitated just once, but no, as soon as his skilled hands worked themselves around her body, the fight in her had ended. And if that wasn't even the worst part, then her enthusiastically jumping him was. She felt like she completely took advantage of the situation, and just pounced on him, her worst enemy, Draco Malfoy.
As Hermione lay next to the blonde figure sprawled out beside her, she cursed the sheets they shared. She stole a quick glance from over her shoulder and saw that his milky broad chest was still bare, and she involuntarily shuddered. He had clearly made no effort to make himself decent after last night, but then again, neither had she.
He was like a perfectly sculpted dragon, only sleeping in his human form. His milky broad chest rose and fell with each deep breath he took; despite herself, she couldn't help but study the contours of his face and mouth as he slept beside her.
Unfortunately, she couldn't deny the immense pleasure last night had brought her - that He had brought to her, and to her initial surprise he had been sweet, if not gentle. He had known she would be a virgin; after all, she suspected he didn't have that much faith in Ron. What she didn't understand though, was that Draco hated her in the worst possible sense; so, what could have possessed him to act the way he did last night? Did he find it amusing to mock her, or was he secretly in to role-playing. It was as if he had guessed exactly how she wanted her first time to play out. He knew just what to say, just what to do, but more than any of that, he knew that she wanted to be treated as if she were loved. Not only did he exceed her expectations in that department, but he had told her that he loved her. It was cruel, alarming, yet the way he said it was beautiful, even for a lie. Then, to top it all off, he had told her that he actually wasn't lying about any of it. Now that part was just cruel.
Hermione felt the bed beside her shift and she held her breath as a warm arm encircled itself around her waist, pulling her close. Hermione's brown eyes grew wide. They were both still naked, and she could feel the entirety of Draco's body pressed against her under the sheets. He was warm, inviting, but she refused to allow her brain to go in that direction. 'Remember what Ron told you about fraternizing with the enemy,' Hermione thought soundly.
The arm around her squeezed tighter. 'Does he even know what he's doing?' Hermione thought worriedly. She shuddered when she felt soft lips on the incline of her neck. 'Is he even awake?'
"Morning." The boy behind her breathed huskily. She stilled.
Draco's fingertips began tracing her abdomen in slow tickling circles. She should leave. Why wasn't she getting up?
One of Draco's strong legs parted her thighs from behind and she couldn't help but let a tiny gasp escape from her lips.
"I should go." Hermione said rather quickly, blushing every shade of scarlet.
"But we haven't finished yet." Draco whispered against the lobe of her ear, tickling it with his warm breath.
Hermione went to move away from him, but Draco pulled her down flat, climbing on top of her.
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked shakily, feeling slightly embarrassed for the first time at her exposed flesh.
"We forgot something last night." Draco reminded her, pressing down onto her body. His weight felt like a welcomed burden.
Draco chuckled. "Don't tell me you forgot the real reason we're here?" Draco asked, his attention turning to her breasts.
"Oh, right." Hermione remembered suddenly, shaking her head. The Blood Offering.
"Does it still hurt?" Draco asked, peering up at her with the most beautiful blue speckled eyes she had ever seen, slits of gray tendrils peeking out of the innermost depths.
Hermione was so wrapped up in her own thoughts that the pain between her legs hadn't fully registered, but as soon as he asked the throbbing commenced.
"A bit." she whispered. 'Why does he sound like he cares?' She wondered inwardly.
Hermione watched as Draco's Beautiful white feathered head fell to one of her perky breast, where he delicately planting a light kiss. His soft lips tickled her flesh.
"We can still make it work." He replied, while his skillful fingers worked itself around one of her erect nipples. Hermione bucked up against him. Were they really going to try this again?
Eventually, Draco's head disappeared under the covers, and her face immediately grew red.
"Draco?" Hermione asked timidly, unsure of what he was about to do next.
Hermione watched as the sheets in front of her rose, and jumped when she felt Draco's strong hands pry her tender thighs apart.
"Draco?" She called out again, this time out of surprise. Draco didn't respond with words. Instead she felt his hot breath just above her heat, tickling her sensitive flesh. He was keeping her legs apart with the pressure of his hands, and when she felt his tongue flick against the innermost part of her folds she lost it, bucking wildly against him.
Draco forced her legs still, applying more pressure with his forearms and elbows. Hermione couldn't think. She forgot important words like irrational, dangerous, and stupid. His feathered head between her soft legs was all she could think about. Draco's tongue darted inside of her, teasing her, tasting her. The pleasure he was gifting to her was unbearable, and at times it was difficult for Draco to keep her shaking body still.
Lost to her passions, Hermione's fingers wound themselves in the boy's silk blonde hair, as she pulled and gripped his head closer to her slick warmth. She was hungry for him. His tongue and lips were like skillful artisans in her mind. They were like gift givers of pleasure, gate keepers of Euphoria. None of these explanations seemed to do him justice, she thought sadly. Draco began to suck at the swollen nub just above her entrance, and her pelvis immediately arched up to meet him, her slick folds grinding against his skillful tongue. By the sounds of his muffled, uneven breaths, she was positive that she was suffocating him, but he merely encouraged her selfish desires by continuing. Draco hiked Hermione's legs above his shoulders, sticking his tongue deep inside of her and darting it in and out like a snakes tongue. Hermione felt her stomach tighten, the pressure inside of her gut building.
She could tell Draco was anticipating her release, and when her moans became more fervent, one of his hands went to the growing shaft between his legs. He massaged it to full length, working his skillful hand across it diligently. Then he rose from under the covers and climbed up in the bed next her. Hermione writhed in the bed beside him, missing his skillful tongue already. Draco merely smiled and continued to massage himself as he leaned over to kiss her full on the mouth. Draco moaned against her lips as she felt the hand at her side working faster. Draco's other hand went to her swollen nub, gently massaging it between his fingers. Hermione whimpered, reeling from the passion all over again.
"Bite me." Draco's husky voice commanded.
Hermione's warm brown eyes shot to his icy blue ones.
He nipped playfully at her jaw line, and as if it were the only encouragement she needed she hesitantly obeyed, her wet lips traveling to his angled neck. Draco climbed back on top of her, his thumb still working at her slick pink nub.
Draco then replaced the hand on his shaft with Hermione's trembling fingers. She squeezed her hand lightly around him, mimicking the movements he had made.
Losing focus for a moment, as a warm pearly liquid seeped from the tip of his arousal, she pulled the shaft in her hands to her wet folds. Draco stopped his movements, watching her with curious eyes. Hermione placed the head of his arousal alongside her cherry nub and rubbed it there, moaning softly at how well the two bases worked against each other. Draco's hands, no longer needed, went to Hermione's tousled hair, winding his fingers in her brown locks. Hermione rocked her pelvis against his shaft, circling the head of it against her folds. She felt his body tense above her, and she knew then what she had to do.
Hermione's lips traveled to Draco's neck. She placed a small kiss on his soft flesh, marking her spot. Draco's breathing hitched, as his iron abs flexed. He was almost there.
Hermione's teeth sunk into Draco's skin, a copper taste invaded her mouth, and she immediately felt a spurt of hot liquid splash across her tender nub. The blonde boy growled, tensing and flexing his hard body above her.
His shaft, still twitching, sent Hermione over the edge, and she immediately felt Draco bite down on her lower neck. It didn't hurt as she had anticipated, or perhaps the rush of her orgasm sated the pain she would have normally felt.
Hermione finished sucking on Draco's pierced neck and stared up at him, dazed. His blue eyes were glazed over as she noticed a droplet of blood on his bottom lip. She smeared it with her finger, painting his flushed mouth red. Draco smiled against her fingertips, before collapsing back down on top of her.
As soon as they had licked each other's wounds dry, they fell into another intoxicated sleep.
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