AN: I just want to THANK all my reviewers :) They make my week :) But for those of you that though I abandoned this story, I didn't I swear. I just went and jumped horse in Chicago for a week, I forgot to update before. Sorry about that. Anyway sorry for the cliff hanger :)
Hermione must have spent an hour trying to buck up the courage to walk out into the bedroom. She'd transfigured her dress into a short satin robe, but she'd just starred at the mirror waiting for courage.
She finally walked out and upon seeing Malfoy lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling; she almost ran back to the safety of the bathroom. She walked over to the other side of the bed quickly, and laid down staring at the same spot of the ceiling.
"Did you fall in?" he asked through the silence
"Did I what?" she replied
"The toilet, did you fall in?" he asked again
"No, why would you think that." did she stink? She'd worn her most expensive perfume that supposedly had pheromones from veela in it.
"Just took you a while." he moved slightly closer to the center of the bed. She mirrored his movement. This process continued, in silence, until their hands were nearly touching. Hermione could almost feel her heart starting to beat out of her chest. Malfoy was merely relieved that she hadn't grabbed his hand, as his palm was sweating horribly at this point.
So as always, if he took control and pushed the situation, it'd get better, so that's just what he did. In a single movement, he flipped over on top of her so her face was a mere inch or two from his.
"You ready, Granger." he said finally catching her eyes.
"Yes, are you Malfoy?" she retorted scathingly, there was something in his voice that was predatory in nature; it scared her, well almost.
"No bathrobe Granger." he said starting to tug at the tie; that was currently stuck in between their bodies.
"No lights Malfoy." she replied, he rolled over to his wand flicking out the lights, as she let her bathrobe fall to the side of the bed.
He rolled back on top of her feeling her large breasts pressing into his chest.
"So, how do you want to do this?" he asked
"I'm naked." her reply made Malfoy burst into laughter,
"No I meant, Missionary, Cowgirl, Reverse Cowgirl, Doggie Style, Pile Driver, Wheelbarrow." he rambled off
Hermione's only response was a blush, much as he'd expected. And she just laid there, made no move; but Malfoy could swear he could feel her heart beating. Or maybe it was his.
So he brought his lips to her's, and in almost a second her palms were on his chest pushing him away. He rolled off to the other side of the bed, "What?"
"Malfoy, Let's not make this something it isn't."
"What do you mean by that, Granger?"
"This isn't a relationship, this isn't even a one night stand, this is a business arrangement." Her words hurt, she didn't want to foul herself, but even the small kiss he gave her meant something. Maybe that was it, maybe she was too dependent to do this and not get attached. But no that wasn't fair to her, or to Malfoy.
Malfoy just laid in silence, not responding. How could possibly expect them to have sex without kissing? She really was a little on the strange side.
"So what I meant was no kissing on the lips." she finished, and a smile lit across his face. If her lips were the only place that was off limits, he could possibly make this work.
He smiled before slipping his pants off and rolling back over to her. His lips met her jawbone and slowly worked their way to the little crux under her plump lower lip. He worked his way down her neck to her collar bone, and when he pressed his lips down on the soft spot where her collar bones connected she let out a deep breathe.
Hermione had finally bucked up the courage to actually take part in what was happening. She let her fingers slide in the waist band of his boxers and slowly drug them down. He finished kicking them off and looked her straight in the eye. The room was slightly visible as moonlight poured in from the large open windows.
"Ready?" he questioned, centering himself at her entrance.
"Yes." her answer came out as a gasp a throaty gasp at that.
As he pushed into her soaking heat, her arms wrapped around his torso, pulling him close. His arms still held most of his weight, but he couldn't help but like it. As she adjusted to his length, she grabbed for him; she'd swear in was involuntary but subconsciously she wanted this. She wanted someone to hold. They both stayed still for a moment before Draco started to delicately move within her.
He started slowly, as her hands traveled over the planes of his strong chest and down those of his back. Her hips started to move comfortably with his and she whispered, "Faster".
Malfoy smirked thrusting into her harder and faster than before. The pace rose and slowed until they were moving at an equal pace. His hand laced itself in her long hair, and his mouth hardly left her neck. He was sure there were multiple love marks, one he was sure was dark.
They moved together completely synchronized, until her hand brushed against his forearm. He stopped completely; the Dark Mark seemed to react to her. It darkened for a second, then paled like it had been for years. He glanced towards her and only saw her wide eyes. He started to move again, but she pushed onto his chest.
Her fingers ran across the brand that marked his skin. It once again darkened, and he felt a compression settle in his chest. He didn't know if it was a reaction to the mark, or if it was a reaction to her. It had to be the mark, no woman ever made him feel like that. Not even Astoria.
They once again resumed the same rhythm. He sped up slightly as she grabbed his back pulling him close. He felt her walls start to quiver, and as waves of pleasure over took her, he followed. They laid together as a mess of limbs and sweat as orgasmic bliss seemed to sit in the quiet room.
She soon regained recognition, untangled her legs from his and reached onto the floor for her robe. When she found it, she sat up and adjusted it around herself. Quietly, she started to walk out of the room, when a voice stopped her.
"So Granger was that an earthquake, or did I just rock your world?" Malfoy smirked, and propped himself up on his elbow.
"Merlin Malfoy, business means professional." Hermione said her hand still on the door.
"Granger, what we just did was in no way professional. But it was bloody fantastic." Malfoy said with a smirk
"Again Malfoy, false flattery isn't needed." Hermione hated that he didn't mind in the slightest, that he was starting to mess with her emotions.
"Well Granger, It was bloody fantastic, and my flattery is never false."
"Malfoy, I've been with a few men. I know I'm not 'bloody fantastic' in bed." Hermione shot back
"Granger, I don't know who you've been with but there was nothing wrong with our little performance." Malfoy smirked in the dark
At that point it was taking all of her self-control and her wish for a child to not curse him. She knew she wasn't fantastic, and it really bloody pissed her off that Malfoy could have such an issue admitting it.
"Trust me Granger, if someone wasn't thrilled with that. It was their problem. Not yours." He started laughing but his reassurance helped her settle slightly.
"What's so funny?" She replied
"I'm guessing, someone you've been with couldn't get it up. I was just imagining it being Weasel." He said with a chuckle.
Hermione smirked in the dark. How he managed to hit that nail on the head she'd never know. But it settled her emotions, which even now were running violently through her. She left, and walked to the room set up for her to sleep in. As she settled into bed, she couldn't help but wish she'd stayed.
As Malfoy starred up at the ceiling he couldn't help but wish Granger had stayed. With other women, he fell asleep in a second. But with her, he just wanted to banter with her for hours. Merlin, it was almost like it wanted someone to snuggle with. What in the world was he coming to?
Both Hermione and Draco, lay awake, in the separate beds; wishing of not their unconceived child, but of each other.
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