Just For Tonight

Hermione whimpered a sharp gasp as Malfoy's lips crashed onto her own. It was just the same as their first kiss, but with increased aggression and heightened desire.

As his hands travelled over her slim waist and hips, he brought her closer toward him and she heard herself give a low groan. She hoped, with all her might, that Malfoy hadn't heard it. She desperately didn't want him to know how her animated body was reacting to his. But he obviously had, since she felt him growing hard as he continued to run his hands possessively over her.

Hermione tried to stay resolute against his fiery kisses but the feel of his soft mouth and the advancements of his hot tongue lightly teasing her lips was too much for her to take!

Her arms flew up and involuntarily wrapped themselves around his neck. Her lips began to move against his own with a primitive wanting. She felt the anger that Malfoy had inflicted slipping away - getting lost in the imperative urges arising.

Hermione could hear the voice of reason yelling pleas in her head, but it was becoming more distant as Draco's kisses became more lustful. She could feel his lips moving from hers and glide down to her neck. His hands shifted upward to caress her firm, pert breasts. The sensations he was bestowing upon her were unlike any she had ever experienced.

Everything that she had been telling herself about Draco. . . to stay away. . .that pain would be the inevitable result - none of it mattered anymore. All that mattered now was how she felt in this moment and to fulfil her aching desire. As his hands started to unbutton her shirt, she found herself helping him. Pulling carelessly at the buttons, she was sure that some of them must have been torn off. Not that she cared.

Her damaged shirt was tossed aside by Draco and his undivided attention was now drawn to her generous breasts. He seemed to be slightly taken aback by the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. She'd forgotten to put one on after her hasty shower earlier that morning. Yet, judging by the look on Draco's bemused face, it appeared as though her forgetfulness had paid off.

His hands cupped her breasts and began to massage them slowly and sensually, making her whimper with satisfaction. She had to bite down on her lip to stop herself from begging him to just take her right there and then.

Her arousal stimulated her nipples and they became erect under Draco's touch. Running his thumb over them, his head dropped down to take them into his mouth. He was so gentle toward her as he did it.

His teeth lightly grazed over her nipple, nipping it now and again just to feel Hermione shudder against him. As his mouth worshipped her breasts, his hands started to move downward. Lightly brushing the soft flesh of her heaving ribs and willowy waist, he made her shudder and groan inwardly.

Hermione's eyes flew open instantly when she felt warm flesh between her soaked thighs. Hermione's cheeks flushed a crimson red. No one had ever touched her there before! Of course she had taken matters into her own hands whenever she had certain hormonal urges - but it had never gone further than the small jolt of pleasure that she would receive from touching herself.

She had often wondered if she was actually doing it right or that maybe sex was just overrated. But what Draco was doing now, the feel of his fingers rubbing against the only barrier that stopped him from full entry, made her shiver with lust.

His lips moved from her breasts and back to her mouth. Losing herself in the sensations he was sending through her, it wasn't until she heard a loud rip that she realised what he had done.

'My panties!' Horror flooded through her as she saw the material in his hands, wet and scented with her arousal. 'I can't believe you just ripped them. They were from Victoria Secret!'

Looking into her eyes, he gave her a smile that could send any woman to her knees. 'Relax, I'll buy you some new ones. I have excellent taste, as I'm sure you've already guessed.'

Eyeing her sexily, Draco threw her panties to one side and let his hands settle on her waist. For a while they just stood there trying to catch their breath, staring at each other. Hermione spoke first.

'You know what I think of you and your ideals Draco! We are both aware that we hate each other! You can't deny that! But there's something else I feel for you and I can't deny myself it any longer. I'll probably regret this in the morning, but I want you to..to..even if it's just for tonight...I want you.'

It wasn't much, but what she had said made his eyes come alight with desire and something else.

He scooped her half-naked frame up into his arms - not saying a word, not needing to. Whatever resentment he had felt toward her had now completely vanished in their intense passion and need for one another.

Malfoy kicked the adjoining door from the common room to his personal quarters. His muscular arms were so powerful, that she felt less than a featherweight. But being cradled against his chest, she could feel his rigid muscles through the thin material of his robes.

Moving her eyes from his Hermione, he realised that she had never seen his room before. Scanning the large room, she was surprised to find that it was actually quite cosy. She had expected…well, not this. He was a cold bastard, after all.

A large fire, similar to the one in the common room, was centred in the middle. It gave off a radiating glow that filled the room with a romantic light. A large sofa was placed in front of the fire and, apart from other essentials, his room was clean and simple. The only thing that stood out was his bed. It was very large and took up a lot of space. Black and green silk were the colours of his sheets, and engraved in the wooden headboard and poles were snakes – the symbol of Slytherin.

The silk was cool against her back as he laid her down gently on his bed. Her nipples were still firm from earlier, and now that her panties had been discarded, her thighs were soaked with her most intimate juices. She was in a dizzy daze. All these experiences were so new to her and she had never known that touching could give such electrifying feelings.

Sitting up, she watched as Draco stood up in front of her, tossing his robes to one side and pulling off his shirt carelessly. What she saw took her breath away. His muscles were breath taking! They were toned, firm, and when he moved, they seemed to ripple. Since when had Malfoy ever had muscles? He must work out, she thought to herself, still watching Draco as he disrobed.

Soon, the rest of his clothes were gone and a completely naked Draco Malfoy stood in front of her. He didn't seem at all shy of his nakedness; in fact, he looked more tempting than Hermione could have ever dreamed. And he was so…well-endowed! Swallowing nervously, she wondered if she could take something that large into herself.

This was going to be her first time and from what she had heard the first time wasn't an all-together earth shattering experience. As if he could read her mind, he smirked and came down to sit next to her on the bed.

'I know you're a virgin, Granger. I can be a gentle, although it's mostly sex for me. But make no mistake; I can give you pleasure in a way no man will ever be able to.' His silky words made her tremble with sexual desire. She felt as though she would go insane if he wasn't ravishing her soon.

The only thing left between them was her skirt. He dealt with that problem quickly and stood back to look at her entirely. She felt embarrassed, since he seemed to swallow her up with his gaze and his erection grew even larger. Before she could blink, he was on top of her. His naked body pressed against her own, with his lips exploring her mouth and his hands running over her body.

His mouth moved from her breasts to her stomach while his hands massaged the inside of her thighs. She knew she was wet and that his hands were probably covered with her juices. But she didn't honestly care. She wanted him to know what he had done to her and she silently promised herself that she would do the same for him.

As he drew her thighs apart, Hermione couldn't help but blush tremendously. She knew he was doing it to make sure there was less pain when he entered her. But she also hoped that he was doing it because he wanted to pleasure her as well.

He'd told her that it was usually sex for him, but deep down she hoped that tonight would be an exception. She could feel his fingers teasing her entrance - one at first and then two. They entered her slowly, making sure that she would open up for him. Realising she was almost ready, he pushed his fingers deeper. He knew exactly which spot to stimulate, making her cry out as a new sensation came upon her. Grinning with triumph, he continued to satisfy her with his fingers, her cries echoing through the room.

He grew harder the more she moaned at his touch. He knew her orgasm was brimming since this was a new experience for her. The way she reacted to him was simply amazing! No woman had ever been so passionate toward him as Hermione was. Her cries became hoarse and her breathing had turned into short, breathless pants.

Pushing again, he heard her cry of fulfilment once more and the feel of her body relaxing in the afterglow. Rising above her, he smirked at Hermione's state. Her hair was similar to how it had looked last year, ruffled and tangled, and her cheeks were glowing in the heat of her satisfaction. He had planned on giving her some time to recover from her state, but obviously she had other plans.

Grabbing his shoulders, Hermione brought his lips down to meet hers with lust surging through her body. Never had she experienced such a thing and if that was just foreplay then she couldn't wait for the act itself. She could feel how hard Draco was and that his patience in preparing her for him must have been utter torture.

Releasing him from her iron grasp, she brought her mouth up to his ear feeling no shame in asking him to finally take her. She never saw Draco's expression to her words. She only felt him tense for a while and then felt him kiss her on the lips lightly. It was a gentle kiss - so unlike his cold demeanour. It was probably a kiss of comfort, she told herself, but that didn't sound like something Draco would do.

Closing her eyes, she felt a pressure between her legs and then a powerful force thrust inside her, tearing evidence of her innocence. Biting her lip she held back a cry of pain, not wanting Draco to know of her discomfort. Draco wasn't stupid when it came to sex. He gave her time to adjust to him, letting the pain subside before he continued.

Suddenly, the pain she had felt seemed far away and now pleasure was taking control of her. Draco's thrusts were slow but powerful, letting himself go as deep as he could into her tight heat. Wrapping her arms around him, she tried to suppress her growing moans of ecstasy. But the increasing pressure of his thrusts and the friction they were both creating was too much for her to take.

Throwing her head back, she let her moans echo throughout the room. When she lifted her dishevelled head back up, she realised that Draco was watching her intensely with his intense eyes. Although he wasn't moaning, his breathing was erratic, coming out in breathless uncontrolled pants. As their ecstasy increased, their bodies became coated with sweat. Hermione could feel her body burning from the heat they had both created. Her pleasure increased tenfold each time he thrust into her, sending her mind spiralling out of control.

She knew his eyes were still on her and she knew that he wanted to watch her, to be witness to the shattering orgasm he would soon give her. This turned her on even more and she realised that she wanted to watch him as he came as well. Looking up into his eyes, she only saw shadowed pools of lust and triumph fixed on her. It was like he had been waiting for this moment for a long time and he was finally going to get what he wanted.

Hermione knew she couldn't hold back anymore; Draco's delicious movements inside her body were just too much to take. Feeling herself tighten up inside, she arched her body upward, letting the intense shockwave of release race through her shuddering body. And she could hear Draco's satisfied moan soon after.

The feeling of him filling her with his hot seed was something she would never forget. Falling back against the silk pillows, she fought to stay conscious to her surroundings and not slip away in her amazing aftermath.

But it was hopeless; sleep had its firm hold on her and she couldn't resist being pulled into a peaceful rest. Draco's attempts to rouse her were completely useless. She never felt him lie down next to her and wrap her in his strong hold. And she never felt him kiss her lips lightly before joining her into the realm of dreams. Like a true lover would.