CHAPTER FOUR: Kisses Galore

Monday, December 18th, 2006

That morning, Hermione dreaded going into the Dining Hall for breakfast, unsure as to how to react to Malfoy after yesterday's shag-fest in her office. Would he smirk at her or sneer? Worse, would he pointedly ignore her? She was sure she could face his arrogance or his cruelty, but apathy just might be the one thing that tipped her over the edge into tears. No woman liked to think they'd been used simply as a convenient, willing hole to fill up in the moment, no matter how much of a pep talk they'd given to themselves earlier about being a modern-day feminist who could enjoy sex without entanglements.

Stopping on the first-tiered level of the Grand Staircase, just above the area where it would expand outward into the Entrance Hall, she took a deep breath, patted down her hair (which she'd opted to put up on the sides today, using the pretty pearl combs Fleur had given her last Christmas), and made sure her robes were as straight as her spine. "You can do this," she reminded herself softly.

Continuing down the stairs and rounding the corner, she made it five steps towards the grand doors and stopped on a knut, her insides twisting with hot, painful jealousy.

Professor Sarah Fawcett, a rather attractive, former Ravenclaw who'd been two years above them in school, and who had taken over for Professor Trelawney, who retired from the post of Divination instructor two years prior, was snogging Malfoy in the doorway of the Dining Hall – and there was no mistletoe anywhere in sight.

The two broke away after a long minute, and Malfoy looked up expectantly, seemed confused by something, and then stepped away from Sarah. He said something to her that Hermione couldn't catch from the distance, and the leggy blonde with the sleek, long hair and the impish grin gave him a very seductive wave over her shoulder as she turned and walked away, heading out towards the Courtyard, most likely on her way to the Divination Tower. The woman was running fingertips over her bottom lips and licking them as she scuttled out of sight.

Hermione's body wouldn't unclench, her stomach wouldn't stop roiling, her heart wouldn't cut its paces down, and her feet absolutely wouldn't obey her mind's commands to move out of sight. Locked in some sort of helpless stasis, all she could do was watch him, almost in slow motion, as he turned to look around… and his eyes fell upon hers.

There was no guilt in those fathomless grey depths that stared into her very soul, but there was clear shock at being caught in such a compromising position. On the heels of that came the arrogant smirk that melted her inside and out. He headed towards her with definite intent.

"Granger, I…"

Her resounding slap caught him completely unprepared and his head turned slightly with the blow.

It took them both a moment to process what she'd just done. Anger simmered under both of their skins in an instant, their tempers equally riled now.

"That was for the callous way you left me yesterday," she hissed in righteous fury.

Draco's eyebrows slanted down in confused anger. "Hermione, what the fuck…?"

She slapped him again. "And that was for making me hope that you might actually have had a good excuse for having done what you did when you ditched me so coldly. Now I know better."

Growling, he grabbed her wrist – the one holding her wand, preventing her from hexing his dick into the dirt - and looked about for a safe place for them to talk. He ended up tugging her after him rather violently down into the Dungeons into his office.

As soon as they arrived, he bespelled the door for complete privacy and locked it magically with a strong enchantment to assure they wouldn't be disturbed. That done, he proceeded to shove her against the wall, tearing her wand from her hand and throwing it over his shoulder. "You will not hit me again, and you're going to hear me out," he demanded, but his eyes dipped to her lips as if compelled to look there before he'd even finished his sentence. Greedy lust burned in his steely depths. "But first…" He slammed his mouth down on hers, kissing her with scorching, demanding fire.

Stunned into insensibility for long seconds by the desperate need evident in his kiss, Hermione could do no more than revel in the fluttering that Draco Malfoy always seemed to be able to evoke deep inside her core. It took the feel of his fully erect, covered cock sliding through the vee of her thighs, mounting her for some erotic rubbing, for her to snap out of the hazy seduction he was intent to force upon her.

She shoved against him, trying to make space so she could knee him in the bollocks, but he'd cleverly manipulated himself into the middle of her legs in protection, as if having anticipated her temper. So, she bit him instead - hard.

"Oww!" he shouted and pulled away. "Stop that!"

"Let me go!" she screamed in his face. "You arrogant bastard! How could you? You still taste of… her!" There was no doubt as to the 'her' being Sarah.

Pressing his nose into her cheek, he grit in her ear. "It's not what you think. Calm down and let me explain."

She tried shoving him away again, but he had her good and pinned with his greater weight and the angle. Huffing in fury, she finally stilled in surrender, her breath panting hotly against his skin. There would be no vocal capitulation on her part, however.

"Yesterday, I told you it wasn't casual. I meant it," he calmly stated. "You mean something to me, Granger. For longer than I'd care to admit, you have. Somehow, you've gotten deep under my skin and thick in my blood with your obstinate, swotty ways." One of his hands released a wrist and carved a sensual path up her torso, teasing her breast along the way, curving temptingly around her neck and up to cup her jaw. This thumb rubbed over her bottom lip softly. "The thought of touching you has tortured me for years. I've spent the better part of a decade wanking to thoughts of fucking you, dominating you… and recently, loving you, too." He ran his nose slowly over her cheek, around to one ear, down her throat, his lips ghosting a path across her sensitive skin. "This whole last year, ever since I came here, I've wanted this, but all we've ever seemed to do is fight. You've kept me at arm's length – until now." He huffed in sardonic amusement. "It took the very clever use of a poisonous weed to bring us together."

Her heart slamming a mile a minute under her ribcage, Hermione couldn't believe her ears. Draco Malfoy had been in lust with her since their school days? That was almost too wild a story to believe!

And yet, she recalled the way he'd looked at her with surprise the night of the Yule Ball in their Fourth Year, and how he'd stared at her with a strange, dark heat flaring in those enigmatic, mercurial depths all through Fifth and Sixth Year. Those looks – despite the words coming out of his mouth – had made her feel oddly exposed, almost naked and vulnerable. He'd scared her then, to be honest, but she'd refused to let that fear intimidate her, not in public, and not in the privacy of her mind. She'd always rallied her defenses whenever he was around.

That probably best explained why they'd been fighting so much over the last year, since he'd taken up the post as Potions Master. She'd refused to look beyond the spoiled, terrible child he'd been, refused to see him as the man he'd grown into and only 'handled' him with boxing gloves when they were forced to interact. As a result, it had damaged their working relationship, and kept them from being friends – and more.

"Someone in the castle is meddling, sweetness," he kissed her earlobe gently. "They're controlling the mistletoe. They want us together."

Like puzzle pieces filling in the picture, things became clearer to her suddenly. "Is that why you left so suddenly yesterday after I mentioned everyone in the castle talking about us - to go check it out?"

"Mmm-hmm," he hummed in confirmation, swirling his tongue over her pulse. "I interviewed our co-workers one at a time, as I could catch them about the castle. I suspect they're all lying. They know more than they're letting on."

"And is that why you kissed Sarah, and then looked up at the ceiling," she continued her supposition, trying not to let his continued seduction of her senses distract her. "You were looking to see if it was targeting you specifically, regardless of the partner, or if it only happened to us?"

He nodded, and his silken, platinum strands tickled her throat as he stretched his mouth wide over her pulse and bit down with perfect pressure. "I kissed Sinistra, too, if it helps. Two experiments and no mistletoe to be found."

"So, you didn't mean to hurt my feelings either time?" she needed to be sure. "You're telling me that you're just an incredibly insensitive jerk in general?"

Chuckling somewhat sinisterly, his lips peppered small kisses along her jaw. "I will admit to occasionally being so, yes, although I'd have thought you'd have noticed such an obvious personality flaw long before now. In any case, I'm sorry that I lacked all good judgment yesterday and left you so abruptly, sweetness, but between what you had said, what McGonagall had hinted at, and what Moaning Myrtle told me that time we met in the loo, I was concerned something sinister was going on and acted before thought. That was very uncharacteristic of me; your Gryffindor penchant for leaping before looking must be rubbing off." His lips trailed over hers, and he stared at her through sultry, half-lidded eyes. "Now, look up."

She did. "Bloody hell, it is us," she sighed in annoyance, seeing the magical spring of mistletoe curl downwards towards them. "It's not just your paranoia; someone's definitely targeted us."

He nodded again. "Seems a fair conclusion, although I have yet to test the theory on all of the other female teachers." He paused and made a face. "Honestly, the idea unnerves me. I'd rather not."

Considering that, she frowned. "Wait, wait! Why didn't it show up the other afternoon when we were snogging out in the Entrance Hall balcony?"

His grin was wicked and very white. "It did. I just distracted you long enough for you not to notice."

Slapping him on the arm seemed her only recourse. "You lied!"

Malfoy had the audacity to unconcernedly shrug. "I'm Slytherin. Besides, my ego was on the line." His lips captured hers in a demanding kiss. "We can talk more later. For now, shut up and let me get on with the seduction thing in apology for hurting your feelings. I've got a hard-on that's aching to have at you, and I mean to make up for yesterday's rather abrupt departure."

Hermione gasped as his mouth burned a path over towards the other side of her neck with fierce enthusiasm, and her free hand moved of its own will to thrust into his hair, encouraging him to bite down there, too. Draco did as she wished, at the same time as opening her robes and pushing her skirt up to grip her naked hip. He paused in clear surprise, and then chuckled. "No knickers?" Tsking in playful admonishment, he nipped her throat again. "Naughty, Granger. Were you hoping to get fucked today?"

"Maybe. Are you volunteering for the job?" she rasped as he bit her again, this time lower on her shoulder.

His hand slid between her thighs, expertly running through her hot, moist slit to tease her clit. "Wet already," he whispered in her ear in that low, dark voice that made her shiver. "I bet I can make you wetter."

Her head already spinning, Hermione shook her head. "Not sure that can happen unless you're inside me," she panted, trying to maneuver him so he'd just pierce her and thrust away with his long, strong fingers.

"Oh, really?" Draco paused to lick her lips once, before pulling his head slightly away, staring down at her with captivating magnetism. Opening his mouth, he did something then that absolutely sent her hormones into a fit of lustful need…"Did you know that the plant just above our heads is called Viscum album, or European mistletoe?" he began lecturing in a low, sultry tone of voice, sliding his fingers through her juicy folds, circling the spot that drove her mad with sinful accuracy simultaneously. "It is a hemi-parasitic plant that grows within the branches of trees and shrubs, and is native to Europe and western and southern Asia. It is a member of the order Santalales, a grouping of flowering plants with a cosmopolitan distribution. Are you getting all this, Ms. Granger? Don't you need to take notes so when I test you on the subject later, you'll do well?"

Hermione shut her eyes and moaned loudly with incensed arousal.

OH, GOD! How had he guessed that being instructed in clipped, precise tones - being spoken to as if she were a prized student, and he the authoritarian teacher - was one of her greatest turn-ons? Did he know her that well to have supposed she'd occassionally enjoyed (within the confines of her mind only) the fetish fantasy of being sexually dominated by a hot, very virile male teacher? Many a night in the Gryffindor dorms, behind a silenced bed curtain, she'd gotten herself off to the vision of some young, attractive teacher taking a post here at Hogwarts and giving her extra "tutoring" in "specialized charms" after hours, past curfew. It had been her favorite dream, and had never failed to bring her to climax quickly.

Everything within her began trembling as Malfoy continued his speech without pause, his fingers continuing their salacious roaming up the seam of her vulva, teasing her now-soaking labia, rimming her dripping entrance to her vagina without actually piercing her. His other hand gripped her wrist tighter, reminding her that she was his captive audience. "Mistletoe was often utilized by the Gaulish Celts in their Druidic religious rituals, but it was the Norse myth of Baldur's demise that gave us the custom of seeing mistletoe as a plant connected to the emotion of love. That oral myth, coupled with the ancient Scandinavian custom of laying down arms and calling a truce if enemies were caught under mistletoe in a forest, is responsible for developing the custom of kissing under the mistletoe that has persisted for over a thousand years in popular western culture."

The combination of forced restraint, stimulating her sweet spot and intelligent discourse nearly brought Hermione to her knees with want. A feline-ish warning growl erupted from her throat, and she licked away the small sheen of sweat that had broken out above her lip. "Malfoy, stop teasing me!"

That devious chuckle escaped his lips again as he bent his mouth to hers. "That's Professor Malfoy to you, Ms. Granger."

Through heavy lids and glazed vision, she peeked up at him. "Professor Malfoy, please stop teasing me."

He tutted at her again. "Ms. Granger, if you expect an 'O' in this class, you're going to have to work for it." The double entendre was not lost on her, despite her brain beginning to fog over with desire. Draco's hands on her shoulders gently guided her down onto her knees before him and she found she didn't want to resist. "Do you need instruction here, too?"

Shaking her head (she'd taken Ron into her mouth many times over the course of their marriage), she eagerly reached for his belt, undid it and slid it free, then unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks. He divested himself of his outer robes and made quick work of the buttons on his shirt, opening them to the navel as she pulled his pants off, followed by his shoes and socks. His cock bobbed, hard and ready for her, pointing with some urgency towards her mouth (as if already knowing where its ultimate destination would lie). She glanced up at her lover and his amused smirk was full of that arrogance she'd come to love-hate. "I want you to take your clothes off for me now, Ms. Granger. I find I enjoy the view of your naked form very much."

"Yes, sir," the automatic response left her lips as she fell under the spell of their little role-play and assumed the position of the naughty, eager pupil. Truthfully, she'd always wanted to do this, but Ron had had no imagination, and he'd refused the idea, embarrassed by it. That Malfoy wanted to play with her in this manner… Did she really have that much in common with him - perhaps even more than her ex-husband? Wouldn't that be ironic!

With eagerly shaking hands, she removed all of her clothing, and knelt before him, completely vulnerable, recklessly excited for this opportunity, their fight now forgiven and forgotten as she had come to understand his actions (and realized that in both events, she'd terribly misjudged him as well – a fact that made her wince with regret, even if the misunderstanding was all his fault for not explaining his ferrety-self).

Draco loomed large and hard over her, ready for some serious sexual action. His customary dark charcoal-colored shirt hung fully open off his shoulders, and his pale, defined torso was highlighted with sharp angles and shadows in the candlight of his office. The rest of him was fully bared and glorious to behold as she took him in from head to toe. Godric, he really was perfection, wasn't he? All those giggled rumors by the girls in the dorms when she'd been younger had claimed him to be physical perfection. At fifteen and sixteen, she'd ignored the gossip, but now... If he'd been tantalizingly yummy back then, he was positively delicious now. Light golden hair sprinkled his thighs and calves, under his arms, and a small amount appeared on his pecks as well. It also nestled a nice-sized, very attractive penis. He was a bit bigger than average – maybe seven and a half-to-eight inches long, uncut, and of a solid thickness. Right then, he was completely erect, and even had a small amount of dew smudged across the tip of him that made Hermione's throat tighten and her mouth water with the need to lick it right off.

"Ms. Granger," he growled. "I'm waiting for your compliance. Your assignment awaits."

She gave him innocent, wide eyes and a teasing smile, enjoying how he appeared to be in complete command of himself and the situation, and yet his voice and those mesmerizing, steely eyes that called out to her clearly gave away a barely-controlled, ravenous impatience. "You need to be specific, sir, about what you'd like me to do down here. There are so many opportunities," she puckishly offered.

The heat in his gaze ignited. "Suck my cock, sweetness."

Four words, and yet they'd been said with so much hunger that Hermione's body instantly reacted, tightening up. Her breasts felt heavy, swollen and tender, and her clit throbbed as blood rushed to these areas, sensitizing them.

Reaching for him, she grasped his silken, hard length in her hand and stroked a few times for good measure, causing him to release a heavy breath. When her lips met that pink-purple crest, lapping over it twice before taking it fully into the wet cavern of her mouth, he cursed behind clenched teeth. Dropping as far down as she could take him, she felt him hit the back of her throat, go an inch further, and then she had to pull back. "Oh..." he grunted in both pleasure and pain, watching her with delirious need, his fingers twining in her hair. "Yeah, sweetness. That's it. Take me deep."

They set a rhythm that she was comfortable with, and he never pushed her, the fingers in her hair applying no pressure. Gently swaying his hips back and forth in time to her action, he let her suckle him with fervor, giving him all her skill. His pre-come was delicious, and she found she wanted to know what he would really taste like.

Unfortunately, before they could get that close, he pulled out of her mouth. Glancing up, hoping she hadn't done anything wrong, she noted the glassy look to his eyes. "I want to be in you," he required, and helped her to her feet.

Before she'd even regained her balance, he had her hair fisted and was pulling it with gentle, persistent pressure, bending her backwards over his arm. Wrapping his lips around her left breast, he suckled her nipple deep, biting it, pulling with his teeth just enough to make her squirm and begin babbling incoherently. "Want you. Need you. NOW. Oooh… yes. Gods, now, Draco!"

Pushing her back into the wall, he braced his hands under her arse and lifted, pulling her up and anchoring her against the wall with his shaft poised at her entrance. Wrapping her legs about his waist, she held him taut as he lowered her onto his length. Being as aroused and wet as she still was, they both gasped as she slid down with ease. When he was fully sheathed inside her, they paused a minute to grapple with the feeling of being reunited, both of them panting like mad now, their foreheads pressed together. "Not against the wall," he decided quickly, turned them and walked the five steps to the small sofa in his office, pushing her up into the cushions as he knelt on them before her. Adjusting her so she was lowered onto him fully, he held her close. They were practically nose-to-nose as she straddled his lap, splendidly impaled on his cock.

"You feel wonderful," she admitted somewhat shyly, her fingernails scraping tenderly over the back of his neck and his scalp.

Malfoy groaned with pleasure, tilting his head back fully, exposing the long line of his throat to her in a sexy display of wantonness. "So do you, Hermione," he gasped, as she began moving ever so slowly over him, rocking her hips with sinuous grace. Dropping his head forward once more, he met her gaze, let one hand tangle in her hair, pulled her forward to take his kiss again. "Sweetness…" he breathed with delight as their lips met over and over in mutually-shared, equally coveted yearning.

Hermione threw her arms about his neck, held on tight, and rode him. They made love to the melody of their gasping and moaning, and soft whispering…

"Do you like this position?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Do you feel me all the way back inside you now?"

"Oh, hold still. Just like that for a second. Oh, it's so wonderful."

"I'll want you again – like yesterday. Once won't be enough. Can we?"

"Yes. Just don't stop right now."

"I won't."

"I'm so close. Are you?"

"Yes, sweetness. I'm nearly there. Can I go a little deeper and harder?"

"Yes. Oooh! Just like that. Yeah! Oh! I'm..."

"Come for me, Granger."

"Oh, oh, Draco!"

She crashed with a cry of exhilaration; he grunted loud, bit her shoulder, and followed, holding her so tight to him, that she felt the pulsing of his seed into her this time.

He made love to her again not fifteen minutes later, leaning her partially over the arm of the sofa, coming into her from behind. Despite the detached awkwardness such a position typically afforded, Malfoy managed to maintain the intimacy between them, leaning over her and pressing his chest to her back, rather than simply gripping her hips and banging away. He kissed her spine leaned over to continue whispering in her ear…

"I can get the deepest into you this way."

"I feel it right up against my cervix, pressing. Can you feel it, too?"

"Yes, sweetness. It's Heaven."

"Can I touch myself? Would you mind?"

"Not at all. It's a turn-on knowing you can be sexually free with me, Hermione."

"Oooh, that's so nice. Draco?"

"Yes, Granger?"

"I like making love to you."

"Good. So, we can keep doing this, then?"

"If we do, would that mean we're dating, officially?"

"Do you want to date me?"

"Are you asking?"

"Say I was, what would you answer be – hypothetically speaking?"

"Oooh, do that again. Ahhh! I'd say it would be good with me. Especially if we can keep doing this. And. Just. Like. That."

"So, I have to shag you to keep you as mine, you're saying?"

"Absolutely."

"I guess it's a sacrifice I can make."

"Me, too."

"Good, now come for me again."

"Go a little faster and harder, and I will."

"Keep mouthing off to me, Ms. Granger, and I'll spank you."

"You wouldn't dare! OW! You fink!"

"Ms. Granger, more concentrating on the task I've assigned you, if you don't mind. Otherwise, it's a 'T' for you today."

"A 'T'? I've at least earned an 'A', if not an 'O'."

"I'll give you an 'O', young lady…"

He pounded into her, while pinning her to the sofa with his weight, no longer whispering, but cajoling her with very naughty language, commanding her to take her pleasure from him, to earn her rightful marks for today's lesson by creaming all over his cock one more time. That last command sent her over the moon. She orgasmed with a muffled scream into the soft fabric of the sofa, and her whole body rippled powerfully around his cock. Draco followed her moments later; a few hard thrusts and her body gripping him tightly was all it took to tip him over the edge.

Not ten minutes later, the bell tolled, letting them know that breakfast was over and there was fifteen minutes to get to first period class.

Five minutes after that, Malfoy assured her hair and robes were proper, and cast a charm over her to hide the scent of their sex. He smirked with masculine, possessive pride when she winced as she bent to slip her skirt, stockings and shoes back on her feet. "Hush up, you," she reprimanded him and he put his hands up in the air in false innocence. "Do I look presentable?"

He kissed her rotten, smearing her freshly applied lipstick. "Now you do," he grinned cheekily.

With a tsk, she waved her wand again over both of them, fixing the mess he'd just made of their mouths. "You're incorrigible." Heading for the door, she turned back just before opening it. "I'll see what I can find out about our mistletoe culprit, if you do the same. It may have been a nice gesture, but I'm still curious as to why someone would set this up – and how they did it. It's not a spell easily modified, as it's charmed into the castle's every wall and ceiling."

Draco nodded. "I don't care why they did it. I'd just like to thank whoever it is." He stretched, cracking his knuckles above his head and lazily yawned. "You're the best bloody Christmas gift I've ever received."

Hermione looked at him and couldn't help but giggle at the relaxed, sated expression upon his face. It was the most at peace and cozy she'd ever seen Malfoy in all the years they'd been acquainted, quite honestly. Shaking her head, she waved. "See you at lunch, lover boy."

With that, she practically skipped to her first class of the day – Third Years, one of her favorite groups to teach. Of course, for those long four hours until lunch, her mind wandered aimlessly whenever a quiet moment presented itself - specifically over the concept that she was now Draco Malfoy's girlfriend.

TO BE CONTINUED…

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

S. Fawcett is a character created by JKR in the novels. You can read about her here: http:/ / harrypotter. wikia. com /wiki /S._Fawcett. Her first name was never given, just the initial, so I chose the name 'Sarah' for her for this fic.