Ch 7 And a C

Draco reached for his boxers when he noticed her looking away blushing.

"You've never seen a dick have you?" She shook her head. "Not even a picture?" He asked cocking an eyebrow. Again she shook her head. He smiled. "Well you're going to today, come here." He ordered.

Hermione shook her head. "I think I should go actually. We did a lot today" She started getting up and walked a few paces away.

"You might be right Granger." He pulled his boxers down anyway. Hermoine's eyes glanced to him and then quickly away blushing. "You might be right." He wrapped him hand around his hardened member. "You can leave whenever you want." He continued to stroke himself slowly. Her eyes curiously went to his face. His eyes were gently closed and his mouth was slightly opened. She froze in place and her eyes wondered to his moving hand and then quickly away. Draco kept his pace slow and steady. He pictured Hermione throwing her head back and then her moaning his name.

Hermione watched his lips move and guilty looked back to his hand realizing that his eyes were shut so he couldn't see her watching. She watched as he adjusted himself lower on the couch and lick his lips.

He could tell that Hermione was still standing there, seeing as the door didn't open and he could just feel her eyes on him. So he started to move faster, and kept her moaning voice in his head, he imagined how she felt and how she moved. Soon he was breathing heavily, and Hermione still hadn't moved. He couldn't help himself as he moaned.

"Oh fuck…. Hermione…. Fuck yes." He moaned aloud causing Hermione to gasp and cover her mouth. "Hermione come here." He said not stopping. Hermione took a couple steps closer. "Your curious. I can tell" He spoke through grunts. Hermione nodded.

"Kind of." She admitted.

"What do you want to know." he asked slowing his pace down again to prolong the feeling.

"Well… just…what it feels like." She said. He moaned and moved on hand to her and pulled her to him. He kissed her hard and she could feel how heavy he was breathing. She kissed him back and put a hand on his moving chest.

"Then feel it." He said when he pulled away.

"What?" She asked shocked.

"Fuck Granger, just touch me." He moaned and she hesitantly put her hand over his moving one. She held on to his moving hand and he quickly let go and put her hand onto the stiff cock. She gasped and tried to keep up with the rhythm he had set. His hand wrapped over hers and he guided her movements. Thrusting into her hands he started swearing. Hermione had never felt this way. Like she was causing him so much pleasure. She bravely brought a hand to his back and scratched gently.

"Fuck. Granger harder." He moaned. Hermione repeated her actions only this time dug her nails into him harder. He grabbed her neck and pulled her to him, kissing her again. Hermione sped her hand up like she saw him do before and held him twitch under her. Draco let go of her hand and put both hands in her hair and gripped and he climaxed.

Hermione wasn't expecting the shot of cream so she yelped quietly, but she continued her hand movement until Draco stilled. He pulled her onto him and held her against him as he took deep breaths, trying to regulate them.

"You were always a quick learner." He said as she played with his tie. "normally I would turn you over and fuck you senseless but I think we've done quiet enough for one day hmm?"

Hermione blushed deeply and looked at her shirt. She reached over Draco and grabbed her wand from her desk. She said a quick cleaning spell and then put it back down. Draco looked at her and chuckled.

"Do you have siblings?" She asked as she lied back down on him.

"No, thank Merlin." He said closed his eyes. "Wouldn't be able to put up with some fucking brat running around my home, no thank you."

"Siblings can be fun though. Why I have an older brother who is super protective. But he's a bit of an ego head like yourself. I think you too might get along if you should ever meet." Draco snorted.

"Yeah I have the best story to introduce myself with to your over protective brother. Hi, I'm Draco Malfoy, I'm going to be your sisters first for everything, in fact just last night I taught her several complicated fucking positions and had her screaming my name all night. How are you?" He said joking. Hermione once again blushed.

"Fuck women, You screamed my name earlier, you watched me beat off then gave me a hand job, and now your blushing?" He studied her.

"yes." She said and looked away from him. "You moaned my name too." She accused him.

"Correct. How could I not? Just picturing your face when you came and your voice 'Draco, Oh Draco!" He mocked. "So fucking hot." He said and turned to her.

"Cat or dog person?" She asked beat red. Draco laughed and looked at the ceiling.

"Cat. Dogs smell and poop everywhere." He replied.

"I like cats too."

"Don't care."

"Favorite color?"

"Black."

"That's a little emo." She said and looked at him.

"Well that's my fucking favorite color. Gods, you're the one that asked."

"Mines orange."

"Don't care…. Wait is that because of Weasel Kings hair?"

"Well no but that does help." She said looking down.

"huh. Well any more questions?"

"Do you want a big family or a small one?"

"Nothing with you."

"I meant in general."

"I always wanted a big family that my wife would take care of while I went off with ladies to business trips and have fun." Hermione glared at him. "I was joking."

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"I want a big one." She said. "You don't care I know. Why do you hate Harry so much?"

"Cause he's a conceded brat who thinks he's in charge of the damned school."

"Hmm that sounds more like you." She mumbled

"And did you know that I offered him my friendship first year and he rudely turned me down. Instead of wanting to be my friend he decided to be Weasel Kings and yours. Great choice, lets not be friends with the handsome, rich, funny, powerful, child offering you friendship, but lets be friends with the fucking poor, blood traitor who cant properly say a spell and eats like a savage, and the mudblood bitch know-it-all who thinks books are just as fun as people. Great bloody plan Potter." He ranted glaring at the ceiling.

Hermione starred at him hurt. He turned and noticed "Oh don't look at me like that." He said and looked back at the ceiling.

"He had already made friends with Ron before you offered him friendship. He had never had a friend before and Ron was his first. You had insulted Ron before you asked him to be his friend and insulted his choice of first friend ever. So as a result he was mad at you and turned you down. Had you come back later and asked in a kinder fashion I have no doubt that he would have befriended you. But no, you decided to cut straight to mocking us and picking on us and calling us names. Like a Mudblood bitch, know-it-all who thinks books are as fun as people. For your information Malfoy, I think people are a lot more fun, but books I don't have to be someone. It feels good to not be somewhere where my best friends use me as a dictionary." She said and started to get up but Draco pulled her back down and held her there.

"Granger, I'm not sorry. You have to be less sensitive. And Potter made a mistake and I remind him of that every time I see him."

"You remind him that it is a good decision every time you see him." She wiggled "let me go, I want to go."

"No, I was enjoying the questions. Ask another one." He forced her head to go back on his chest.

"Why are you such a prick?"

" Because its fun. Next question."

"Why are you so conceded?"

"Cause look at me."

"Why are you such an ass?"

"Its how I was raised."

"Why do you hate me so much?"

"Because you beat me and shit even though you don't study half as hard as I do. And you get stuff handed to you that you didn't have to earn like I did."

"What about my blood?" she insisted.

"Its nasty?"

"Why is it nasty." Draco sighed and looked at her.

"Because you have muggle parents and somehow got magic. My father told me that that means your blood is filthy." He turned away.

"Your father is in Prison because of his views. Don't you think that proves he as wrong?" She asked

"Ask a different question."

"What do you think of me now." She asked. He looked at her again, this time studying her.

"I think you are a sexy chick who is my little sex thing for the next whenever. I think you are so smart that its annoying and that you are weak for letting your friends step all over you. I think you are retarded for wasting your time and energy on Weasel, not that I'm complaining, it brought you to me. I think you under estimate yourself because your friends do, and therefore I think you need different friends. I think you have this ridicules notion that everyone can change and I believe you are trying to change me. People don't change and therefore I wont either. I think you are gorgeous, but have a strange sense of humor. But above all things, I don't think of you." He said and kissed her lips. "Other then a naked you." He corrected. And played with her hair.

Hermione was still. He was right about most of what he said. She couldn't argue with him.

"Want to know what I think of you?" She asked finally.

"No." He said. "I think I might already know it."

"You're right about all that stuff." She said.

"Of course I am."

"But I am going to change." She said and nodded her head as if agreeing with herself.

"People don't change." He repeated.

"Well I already changed. I'm wearing cloths I would never and I'm here with you. If that doesn't prove something I don't know what does." She said smiling.

"Oh it proves something. It proves that you were horney and wanted me." He smirked and turned his body so it was pressed against hers on the sofa. He gently grinded up against her. Trapping her between him and the back of the sofa. She starred at his gorgeous face. His beautiful blue/grey eyes and his perfect hair. His eyes caught hers and she reached over and grabbed some of his blonde hair and began playing with his hair like earlier. She ran her fingers through the incredibly soft locks until his eyes closed. She stopped and he opened his again.

"Why'd you stop." He wined.

"Because you closed you eyes." She bit her bottom lip before continuing. "I like your eyes."

"I like my eyes too. Now continue doing that message thing." He ordered and closed his eyes again. Hermione followed his order and played with his hair. "No one has ever messed with my hair like this. They pulled and grabbed it but never massaged it." He informed her.

"My mother use to play with mine." She said. "I remember how good it felt every time she would scratch the back of my neck." Hermione scratched the back of his neck. He moaned and then chuckled. "Not like that!" She realized he was thinking she was enjoying it like he was right now. So she pulled his hair teasingly and he let out a growl.

"I didn't say anything." He said and opened his eyes. He smirked and grinded into her again. She froze when she realized he still hadn't put his pants back on. And her panties lie with his on the floor. She turned red as she tried to back up from him.

"Malfoy, uhm could you pass me my under garments?" She asked when he moved even closer, and kissed her neck.

"No." He muttered against her skin.

"Malfoy please?" He smirked and continued to suck at her sensitive skin. She moaned a little at the feeling almost forgetting her request. She remember quickly when she felt Draco harden and grind against her again.

"Malfoy I need them, please I wont run I just want a barrier." Draco sighed and turned quickly and grabbed the fabric and brought it to her. She quickly put them on and Draco once again grinded up against her. This time she felt safer and let him.

He put his head on her shoulder and breathed hotly into her ear. He turned them so she once again was on top of him with his hardness pressing against her. She moaned at the feeling and couldn't stop herself from grinding her hips down on his. Draco swore and grabbed her hips. Moving them for her so that his cock's length was between her lips with only the thin fabric separating them. He moved her up and down massaging both her clit and him. She caught on to what he was doing quickly and started to move herself. She wanted the pleasure to increase so she sped up a little causing his hands to scratch down her thighs and then go back to her hips helping her keep rhythm. He watched her with half lidded eyes, trying his best to keep them open. The image of her on top of him like this made him move her faster.

Hermione leaned her head back feeling herself start to tense. She tried to speed up and make it come quicker, but Draco had held her and slowed her down. "Fuck, Draco, faster." She begged through a moan.

Draco's eyes shot open and her request and smiled.

"What do you want?" He asked. Hermione's hands grabbed his shoulders.

"Faster, I want to go faster." She repeated and his hands moved her a little faster.

"Faster." She insisted still.

"I will go faster every time you say my name." He told her and she grabbed his shoulder tighter.

"Draco!" She moaned and his hands sped up, but only a little. "Fuck Draco, Draco!" She moaned and he sped up twice as fast. His smile grew and moaned when her finger nails dug into his shoulder.

"Fuck Hermione." He moaned and she sped up. His fingers scratched down her hips and she moaned. "Fuck. Faster Hermione." He moaned and flipped them so he was on top on her. He moved faster against her and her hands grabbed his hair and she started to pant.

"Draco… I cant… Fuck." She mumbled and pulled the hair she held. Her eyes clamped shut and she felt the world turn again.

Draco could feel it coming and he reached a hand up and messaged one of Hermione's breasts twisting the nipple. When Hermione felt that she arched her back and moaned again. "Draaco. Dracoo." She screamed and he felt her wither under him and came powerfully against her.

Exhausted he lied down on her. Feeling the rise and fall of her chest.

After a moment he moved and grabbed his boxers after saying a quick cleaning spell.

Hermione watched him as he cleaned both him and her. She leaned up and saw a red mark on his neck.

"You… Have a hicky." She said. He looked over at her and laughed.

"You have two." He said and stood up to put his pants back on. Hermione smiled at the thought of having her first hicky. "The real thing feels even better." He informed her extending a hand to help her up. She blushed and looked down again grabbing the stockings. He laughed at her blushing and She put them on and the shoes. She faced him and he smiled. "You have the 'just fucked' look." He informed her. "Probably make Weasel jealous." He said and kissed her once and turned and left without another word.

Hermione bit her lower lip and started towards the common room.