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"But time strips our illusions of their hue,
And one by one in turn, some grand mistake
Casts off its bright skin yearly like the snake."
- Lord Byron
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The moment Hermione stepped out of the Floo at Draco's house she was swept up into his arms. He carried her out of the refurbished Drawing Room with hardly any effort and a quick stride. He knew she hated that one location in his home, despite the fact it had been completely torn out and redone by some rather talented contractors post-war.
"Where are you-?" she began to ask, but he shushed her and headed out the door further into the house.
They travelled down the hallway to the library, where he set her on her feet and 'borrowed' her wand again to ward the room for privacy.
"Now, about that talk," he began as the last charm was set. "I think after everything that's happened we can skip it and get right to the important part."
Tossing her wand onto the nearby sofa, he dragged her into his arms and lowered his head to claim her lips in a scorching first kiss that left her breathless and a little dazed. "We… can't…" she whispered around a gasp as he slid his hands all up and down her spine, moulding her curves to his. Against her belly, she could feel how hard he already was for her.
"Just some kissing," he promised, his mouth trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her throat and finding that one spot that was guaranteed to make her melt every time, "and some touching," he amended. He silenced her attempts to protest with another one of those punishing nips to her earlobe, just as he had the afternoon before. "No one will know. No one will see. It's just you and me here, in the dark. I've Silence'd the room, and locked the door. We'll be safe here."
Her mind conjured up a list of arguments as to why this was not a smart thing to do, but in the end, Draco's sly, caressing fingers and his enticing lips decided things for her. She'd always been weak when it came to indulging in trouble anyway, as her school years could well attest, and Draco was trouble with a capital 'T'. He set her daring side on fire.
It was an easy thing for Draco to coerce her over to the plush chaise lounge situated before the unlit hearth and lay her back onto it. His warm body came over hers, blanketing and sheltering her, and he brushed the short strands of her hair back, tucking some behind her ear. "I love this haircut," he murmured with frank appreciation as he lowered his mouth to nuzzle and nip at her throat. "It gives me much better access for this." He suckled the skin right over her pulse, causing her eyes to roll back into her head.
Hermione vowed then and there that she was never growing her hair long again. She would never doubt Ginny's fashion advice, either.
His fingers skimmed over her breast, circling a nipple through her clothing, causing it to ache with need. She arched into his touch in a silent plea for more, even as a final stubborn protest left her lips – a last out for them both.
"Draco, we really shouldn't do this."
It was a ridiculous objection, and they both knew it, because in the end she would give in to his seduction. It was inevitable, as the chemistry between them was explosive and the emotional connection between them undeniable. They both knew that as well.
Sensing her defences weakening, Draco sensuously licked over the spot on her neck he'd just bruised with his lips and pinched her taut nipple, pressing his advantage. It was enough to drag a moan from her throat and to cause her thighs to quiver with nervous anticipation. Kicking her sandals off and pulling him closer, she strained against him, rubbing like a cat in heat against the hard length of his body, trying to hide her nervous trembling. Her nails were sunk into his soft hair, urging him on at the same time as punishing him for making her enjoy these forbidden feelings.
Draco took her permission and ran with it.
Her blouse was unbuttoned, and the soft, cotton cups of her bra pulled down. He engulfed her small nipple in his mouth and sucked it until it was a hard, firm point between his lips, then he did the same with the other. He was reverent, and at the time same intensely sexual in his exploration of her body. His mouth and hands were everywhere, brushing butterfly-like caresses over her abdomen, her waist, up an arm and down the other, over the column of her throat, and down the straight line of her sternum to her bellybutton.
When it was clear he wanted to discover more of her, her cotton shorts were unbuttoned with haste, and he tugged them and her knickers down her legs at the same time, trailing a path of kisses as he went.
"You... you said just kissing," she pointed out as he tossed her clothing aside and reversed course, heading back towards the apex of her thighs.
Draco chuckled, and the current of his chuffing breath blew across her trimmed pubic hair, causing her to shiver again. "This is kissing, Granger. The best kind." He pressed his mouth to her slick lower lips and Hermione's breath exploded from her lungs, along with a small wail of delight.
As she lay under his provocative spell, Draco proved to her that his oral skills were as masterful in bed as out of it. His tongue snaked out, sampling, teasing, and tracing her shape with small licks. When he latched onto her clit to suckle, it wasn't with that overly-enthusiastic, hard pressure that some men thought was the way to get a woman's motor turned-over. It was a gentle, warm lapping, rhythmic and tender, appreciative and sensual.
His hands soothed her nerves, rubbing gentle circles over her hips and thighs, calming her even as his mouth drove her pleasure higher and hotter. His tongue probed every inch of her secrets, learning where to stroke and where to flick. When it delved into her depths, her spine arched off the settee and with a startled cry, she abruptly fell over the edge of bliss. Her orgasm shattered her with its sweet intensity.
As she lay, panting and boneless in the aftermath, she felt Draco move off. It was too dark to see, but she heard the rustling of his clothing. When he returned to her side, his bare skin caressed against hers.
"But-" the small dissent escaped her, even as Draco raised her into a sitting position and removed her shirt from her shoulders and her bra from around her. "You said only some touching."
He lay her back down and carefully spread her thighs apart, settling between them. His belly rested against hers, his pelvis pressed in tight, as his hard length stroked between her wet lower lips, slicking up in the warm bath of her juices. When he was ready, he shifted and with an expert roll of his hips and a definitive thrust, he was buried inside her to the hilt. She cried out at the exquisite sensation of him parting her and opening her up.
Dropping to his elbows, he brought their bodies together. His fingers traced the pattern of her features and smoothed her hair back from her face. "This is some touching," he told her around soft, small kisses as he held perfectly still below so she might adjust to the feel of them so intimately connected. "I'm touching every part of you, all at once. It's a rather" –he playfully licked her lips–"sensible and expedient way to go about knowing each other, actually. You should appreciate that kind of pragmatism, Granger."
She giggled. "You're too clever and sly for your own good, Draco - like a snake waiting in tall grass."
Again, that wicked chuckle rumbled through his chest, vibrating through her core. "I am Slytherin, love," he reminded her, and sneakily thrust his tongue into her mouth to end the chit-chat. At the same time, he coerced hers into flirting back with him, easing the last of her niggling doubts about what they were doing. She indulged, tasting her essence in his mouth as it combined with his unique flavour, and was dragged under by his erotic teasing.
His hips began moving then with slow, gentle thrusts, completely attentive to building up her desire once more. He was a generous lover, more than she'd ever assumed him capable of being, and all at once, she realised she was in serious jeopardy of more than just indulging in the delightful sin of sex with this man...
"Don't think," he encouraged with harder strokes, attempting to distract her mind. "Forget about everything else until later. Just be with me, right here."
He did his best to make sure her focus stayed on him and what they were doing, his fingers and mouth touching her in diverting, pleasurable ways. His teeth drew her nipple back into his mouth, as his rhythm incrementally increased. Her hips met his with equal desperation, and her hands touched every plane of his body that she could reach, learning where each angle and scar was located, feeling his sleek muscles bunch and release over and over as he drove them on towards a beautiful, mad ending. When he stroked against a particularly erotic spot within her, Hermione threw her head back against the settee, and he let her breast go and latched onto her pulse instead, marking it with his teeth and the hard suck of his lips.
The velvet, summer darkness around them grew humid and close as they panted and strained against each other. Sweat mingled and moans blended with small, sharp cries as their bodies fused and parted, fused and parted.
"Come," he bade, his panting mouth pressed to her ear. "Come for me."
Lifting her legs, she wrapped them around his waist, opening her body up for deeper, harder penetration. He gave it to her, and ribbons of intense pleasure lashed through her as he brought her to the pinnacle of pleasure once again.
The new angle pushed him over the edge before her. With a low groan, Draco's whole body shuddered and he buried his face in her hair, releasing his seed in a series of hot, powerful spurts that filled her. Her inner muscles convulsed around him as he pulsed into her again and again, and she came right as he stroked deeply into her a final time.
They lay together in a sweaty, trembling heap after, their lungs sawing for breath, and Hermione realised that her tormented thoughts of the future were thankfully quieted for the moment. She rode the wave of contentment and peace that sexual gratification brought her.
Draco stirred first, lifting his head to kiss along her bottom jaw. He ghosted over her lips. "See? Just some kissing and touching, as promised."
With a weak laugh, she held him to her. Her emotions were on a trippy rollercoaster ride through her head, so she left the speaking for another time. Instead, she snuggled into her lover, and let him hold her as she drifted off into pleasant dreams.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Author's Notes:
Patience, my dahling readers - the culprits will be revealed soon. For now, bask in the aftermath, like our favourite couple. :)
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