"'Bout bloody time," Ron commented as he looked at his watch.
"Hm?" Hermione asked, her heart thudding in her chest. She knew exactly what he meant, but the time scared her.
"Ten o'clock. Patrol's over," Ron clarified.
"Y-yeah," she nodded anxiously.
"You alright?" he asked, as he curiously looked her over. "You look nervous."
"I am sort of," she admitted. "I know it's after curfew, but there's something I really need to check on in the library. I-it can't wait."
"What? You're going there now?" Ron looked at her with an expression of utter surprise.
"Not the first time I've broken curfew. I'll be fine. Just... I'll see you in the common room later... or tomorrow morning."
"Wow, you plan to be that late?"
"I don't know, honestly. I just... I'll see you later." Before she could lose her resolve, Hermione took off toward the library, her footsteps echoing in the corridor. The likelihood of being caught was extremely slim. She was the prefect on patrol, after all. Unless Filch, who was getting up in age, decided to randomly patrol himself, she should be just fine. Just fine... except for what she was about to get herself into.
Draco whipped around when he heard her approaching and masked his relief when she stepped around from behind the nearest bookshelf.
"I thought for a minute that you weren't coming," he stated stoically.
"Just finished patrol," she explained. "And I said I'd be here."
"For the reasons I'm thinking, I hope," he replied. "If so, nice selection in location. Always some of my favorite fantasies here."
"Listen, Malfoy, we need to talk this through first."
"Like I didn't see that coming," he muttered under his breath. Hermione didn't miss the roll of his eyes, shining bright as they were in the light of the lanterns they'd each brought.
"I've never done this kind of thing before..."
"I already told you that I haven't either," he reminded her.
"I'm still not sure I believe that. Awfully cocky for someone who's never... you know."
"When am I not?"
"Are you a virgin then?" Hermione asked tentatively.
"I did it once and I'd rather not talk about it," he replied bitterly. "What about you then? I doubt you're as pure as most people seem to believe. Krum or the Weasel?"
Hermione hesitated. It wasn't something she really wanted to discuss either, especially with him. But he did answer her with what she actually believed might be truth... "Ron, and I'd rather not talk about it either."
"That bad, was he?"
"I said I'd rather not talk about it," she repeated more firmly.
"So, what is there to talk about?" Draco asked, hoping to move things along a bit faster.
"I don't know. I don't even know what we're doing..." she admitted anxiously.
"Sex, Granger. I thought it was pretty obvious what I wanted."
Hermione's heart raced with nervous energy. "I don't think I'm comfortable with this... I don't... I..."
"I'm not looking for a relationship, if that's what you're thinking," he scoffed in disgust.
"Godric, no!" she agreed.
"Then what's the problem?"
"I just... I don't know if I can do this."
She was fiddling with her fingers and closed her eyes when she saw him slowly approaching. Her heart beat even faster when she felt him standing just a few breaths away.
"Then let's not make this complicated. Let's just..." Draco gently brushed her cheek with his fingers and delicately placed his lips on hers, so as not to scare her away.
Hermione breathed deeply through her nose and began to slowly and gently return his kisses. It was far softer than anything they'd shared before, but not unlike many of their fantasies. As brusque as Malfoy could be, she couldn't deny that he could also be delightfully soft and tender. A romantic? she wondered. That, she was sure she'd never know.
"No one can know," she spoke quietly.
"Just between us," he agreed.
Her hand was slightly shaking when she brought it up to caress his jaw. Her fingers stroked through his hair as the kiss deepened. How could she have doubted wanting this? An image of her friends popped into her head and she nearly pulled away. Instead she banished them from her mind and opened her mouth to Draco. Yes, Draco and not Malfoy, for that was who he was in her fantasies. Malfoy was the cruel boy that taunted her and sneered at the world. Draco was the boy that teased her delightfully and smirked only when he knew what pleasure he was causing her. Arrogant, the both of them, but this was the boy she preferred.
Draco kissed a line down her jaw and paused at her ear where he sucked seductively. "Tell me I can go further."
"Yes," she breathed her reply.
Their lips met once more. To his surprise, as he began to pull her shirt from her skirt, her deft little fingers began unfastening the buttons on his shirt.
So, she is a willing participant. Draco's hand moved under her shirt and rested on her waist. His thumbs rubbed circles over her hips as he waited for her to finish with the last few buttons. As soon as she had finished, she dropped his shirt to the floor, loosened his tie, and dropped it upon his shirt. The heat and desire burned inside of him when he saw how reverently she assessed his body and lightly moved her fingers over his toned muscles.
His hands moved from her waist to the hem of her shirt when he began to fiddle with the lowermost button. To his surprise, her hands pushed his away. He was about to protest when her lips alighted upon his collar bone. There, soft kisses turned to open mouth kisses. Daring lust was leading her, and Hermione's insecurities were suppressed as she made a trail to his nipple with her tongue.
Draco sucked in a sharp breath. Such sensations were brand new to him. Not even in his fantasies had she been so bold. As much as she participated in the dreams, they had all been about her. And Pansy... Draco shook the thought immediately. There was no Pansy. There was just Hermione and her skillful mouth. As she continued teasing his chest, moving on to his other nipple and abs, Draco felt a tug at his belt. The fast pace of his heart increased still more and he felt his already stiff erection jump in his trousers.
"Granger," he growled, unsure what he meant to say. Was he trying to dissuade her? Surely not. He desired her more than he could express.
"Let me," she whispered in his ear. It was then he realized that he was gripping her hands. It was true. He was hesitant. Why?
One hand still firmly holding his belt, Hermione used her other to reach down and rub his erection through his trousers. It was what he wanted, wasn't it? After all the teasing she'd done, whether intentional or not, he'd deserved pleasure himself.
"Let me," she repeated.
Draco nodded in reply. As her fingers worked his belt, his returned to her shirt and unfastened it as quickly as he could manage. Today had been the first day of the week that he'd not seen her knickers and he was dying to get a glimpse. He smiled when her shirt fell open to reveal a silk and lace bra of deep purple.
All thoughts vanished and he gasped as her small hand entered his trousers and rubbed him through the silk of his boxers. Finding the confines a bit cramped, Hermione removed her hand and pushed his pants and trousers low. For the first time, she saw him as he was, without a spell to see through his clothing. He felt smug, yet nervous, as she surveyed him. As confident a person as he was, Draco felt somewhat self-conscious standing still under her blatant assessment.
An angry comment was on the tip of his tongue when her hand gently wrapped around his throbbing member. He was firm beneath fingers yet incredibly soft to the touch. Her hand was still for a moment before she started gentle butterfly caresses up and down his length. Draco's eyes fluttered closed and his head tipped back as he savored her touch.
Hermione's chest heaved with desire as she watched his expression. Firming her grip just slightly, she pulled the skin back along his length and returned to cover the tip, the gentle glide sheathing and unsheathing him as she moved at a steady pace. He was beautiful and in their erotic act, he seemed even more so.
"Gods, Draco..." she breathed.
"Don't stop, Granger. Merlin, don't stop," he pleaded as he panted to keep his breath.
Of that she had no intention. Her pace increased and her grip became a little tighter as she pumped. His eyes squeezed tightly closed and his jaw clenched as he tried to keep himself steady against the powerful sensations coursing through his body. The increasing pressure built stronger and he felt a tightening in his scrotum proclaiming his finish before the spasm that erupted. He gasped and his eyes met hers as he ejaculated, his penis throbbing as wave after wave gushed upon her neat black skirt.
Hermione's lips were parted as she watched him in awe, the raw abandon with which he came. It was empowering to know she possessed the capability to undo him the way she had, but she could think only of his incredible body and its reactions.
Draco stared her directly in the eye as he came down from his high, breathing through his mouth and licking his lips as he attempted to catch his breath. She was staring right at him, as breathless as he was. In this, the aftermath, he wondered what she was thinking.
Realizing she still held him in her hands, she promptly, yet gingerly, released him. Her gaze averted, finding some random place at her right to focus on.
Dear god, not regret, Draco prayed.
"I..." she started, nervously wiping her hand upon the clean part of her skirt. "I should probably be going."
Her fingers were quick as she re-buttoned her blouse. Draco stared at her, blinking frequently as he tried to find the words to say.
"Granger... I..."
"W-We'll talk soon," she answered, wiping her hand once more. She nodded, unable to think of anything to add and made a hasty exit from the library.
"We'll talk soon?" Hermione repeated to herself as she began her trek up to the Gryffindor Tower. "We'll talk soon? Way to sound sexy and in control," she berated herself. Why did it even matter? It was the last thing she should probably be thinking. She'd just given Draco Malfoy a hand job! And Merlin, was it sexy...
Hermione shook her head. Her mind was a cacophony of debating thoughts. Betrayal and selfish desires were both shouting loudly. What would her friends say if they knew? But it wasn't any of their business. It was her and Draco, and Good Godric, was he sexy.
"It's none of their business," she spoke aloud. It need never concern them. They need never know. She gasped when she remembered that Draco's essence was still running down her skirt. How would she explain that when she walked into the common room?
"Idiot," she grumbled the next second, remembering the spell Scourgify. With a quick flick of her wrist, the mess was gone. She smiled to herself as she remembered the look on his face. It was worth it. No matter the trouble she knew she was getting herself into, watching Draco come undone and allowing him to do the same to her? Worth it.
"Fuck," Draco cursed under his breath. He wasn't sure if it was more positive or negative, but the expletive was called for either way. Never had he burned so hot before. Once Pansy had done him that favor, but Merlin, Granger had skill. On the other hand, he was lacking in skill. It had been over much too quickly. He'd let himself go and it was over far sooner than it should have been. No wonder Granger looked so surprised. She was probably worried what it'd be like if they ever had intercourse.
It was incredible and it was an eye opener. He needed help if he was going to be become the sex god he aspired to be. With purpose in his step, Draco headed back toward the dungeons. Randy Man was just the person he needed to turn to for help. Surely there, in that beloved book, he would find the answer to his new problem.
"We'll talk soon," he grumbled. Merlin, he hoped that meant a good talk. After that night, there was no way he could live without more.
I'll say it now - I'm really unsure of myself when writing smut, so please go easy on me. Let me know what you think - I'm dying to know what you think - but go easy on me. Please review.
