Chapter 11
"Paradise"
".I. love you Hermione. There I said it, now let me in." The door clicked as it unlocked then slowly creaked open. Hermione stood there looking at the ground. "Look at me please." Her eyes leveled out with his, but her head didn't move. "What was with the scream?" He lifted her head up with a hand.
"Nothing, if you were thinking I tried to kill myself you are wrong."
"So why did you really scream?"
"Still getting over Harry and Ron. Tell me two things."
"Anything."
"Tell me you're telling me the truth about them and why do you build my hopes up then just leave?"
"Yes they are dead and I think it's just the Malfoy gene. Anything else?"
"Actually yes, since I'm never going to get asked from you I might as well ask you myself. Will you go out with me?
"When could I give you an answer? Is the end of the week good for you?" Hermione just glared at him then spoke.
"You might as well tell me a week after never. it was stupid to ask you. I'm sorry."
"Come here." Draco put his arms out for her as she slowly walked into them, embracing him in a hug.
Time stood still for them those few seconds before Hermione open her mouth. "Draco." Draco put a finger over her mouth to stop her from speaking.
"Shh, now's not the time for words." His one hand slid down her body and scooped her into the air. He walked into his room and laid her down on the bed. She went to stand up but Draco pushed her back down. "No, stay there."
"I don't have time for this, what are you going to do to me?" She looked at him as she crossed her arms.
"First, I'm going finish my bath and then I'll give you my answer. You know the bath will give me some time to think about it. I would tell you now but I feel too scummy to do it. Also I have to calm my nerves with the whole thing of my father. He just appeared in there and nearly gave me a heart attack." Draco looked at her then at his drawers of clothes. "Put a shirt on." He hesitated, almost regretting saying what's next: "If you want to. Don't have to but you could."
Draco walked out of his room, shutting the door behind him. "Better make sure she doesn't leave." He pulled out his wand and locked the door magically. "Now, where's her wand?" He called her wand to him and watched it came flying at his head, He ducked finally as it flew right over his head, just skimming his head. "Wow, I like that power, I'm keeping it. She can't get out until I'm back." He walked into the bathroom and shut the door.
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Hermione slid off the bed and walked over to his drawers. His drawers were made of a dark cherry wood with three drawers. It didn't seem to her like it would be enough to keep all of his clothes, but she was wrong. Her glance was averted to the top of the drawer which was completely cleared. There was only one thing on the top and that was a silver picture frame, the size looked about 5"x7", with a picture of her in it. "I never thought I meant that much to him."
She pulled out the first drawer and glanced in. "Boxers," she said to herself quietly. "and only boxers, he's better than Ron, who wore mostly boxers." She laughed at the thought then shut the drawer, feeling slightly depressed thinking about her dead friend. She opened the next drawer. "A pair of black jeans and two shirts." She pulled the top shirt out of the drawer and pulled it over her head. She looked at it a moment, it was all black with a white 'D' on it. It smelt sweet, as sweet as Draco.
She sighed and looked at her shorts, or tried to anyways. The shirt was huge on her; it covered her shorts making it look like there was nothing under it. She decided after looking at it she took off her shorts.
"I like this. nice to sleep in." She walked over to the bed and lay down. *This isn't fair, the bed's softer than mine.* She curled up into a ball under his covers. No sooner she fell asleep.
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Draco got out of the tub and looked to the towel rack. "Where's my towel?" There was only a tiny green wash rag. "Fuck." He ran his hands down his body trying to get the water off.
He walked out oh the room, grabbing the two wands as he went to his room. Draco unlocked the door and it swung open. He looked around noticing his towel on the floor, wet, under Hermione's shorts. Then he looked to his bed to see Hermione asleep in his shirt.
Draco walked over to the bed. There was something so peaceful about her sleeping that he could not place it. It could have been how great she looked in is shirt, in his bed, him knowing there was nothing under his shirt, there was the fact she looked like an angel sleeping on a sliverish white cloud with a tendril of hair spiraling down her face or him finally knowing she was his. She would be his shortly; he would have his fun first. Could he be that cruel? Could he make her think she was the only one he wanted, though she already did, use her then tell her no and tell her off, like all the many other girls? He looked away but looked back to her quickly, as he walked over to the bed and lay down next to her under the covers with his arms around her. He couldn't do it, he actually loved her.
Hermione's eyes flickered open to see Draco's face grinning at her. "Draco. Listen." Hermione was silenced by Draco planting a soft, yet meaning full, kiss on her lips.
"Shh." He kissed her again as his hand slid down to her bare legs. She shuddered at his fist though then calmed herself as his hand slowly moved upwards to her inner thigh.
"Draco. Stop." He froze at her words.
"What, don't you want this?"
"It's not that. It's. It's. just not right."
"What's not right?" His hand slid up her legs even further. "This?" She squirmed and he stopped.
"Yes, it's wrong but why does it feel right?"
"It is right though, my father agreed to it." She looked at him shocked. "I told you before, he gave me his permission."
"When?" She looked into his grey eyes and smiled slightly.
"After I walked out of your room to take a bath, it really isn't his blessing but Voldermort's," his infamous grin grew larger, "so you know it has to all right with him. Anyways I told you but you wouldn't listen to me."
"You're right." Hermione took his one hand and placed it under his shirt, she was wearing, and the other on her ass. "Let's finish what we started when McGonagall walked in." She rolled over on him; she could just feel him get hard under her.
Hermione teasingly ran her fingers down his chest, tracing every rock hard muscle, he developed over the past seven years, around his belly button a few times and continued south a little more until she felt hair and quickly she pulled her and away. She brought her hand up and traced his jaw line ever so slightly, as if she was to use a feather instead of her finger, which made him quiver under her. Her finger rounded off and up to his lips.
Her middle finger parted his lips as her pointer finger slid into his mouth. Draco acknowledged her fingers ad began sucking on it, nibbling once and a while, as his hands slid over the edge of the shirt. He pulled it above her head and off her body. Draco threw it off the bed then stared in awe at her. His hands went immediately to her breasts, they were full and perfectly round, but mostly the opposite of what he expected. The robes they wore were large and baggy tending to keep everything hidden, and hide every feminine qualities she possesses.
Draco stopped and flipped her over as he kissed her lips, her chin and her neck. He stayed there kissing her neck, licking and biting, he was damned if he didn't leave anything behind. Once he branded the girl, it meant they were his forever, or until he got tired of them. He moved down to her chest, kissing lightly in the middle and finally to her belly button. Draco surprised Hermione when his tongue went into her belly button.
"Are you sure you want to do this? Also one more thing, it might hurt, since you're still a virgin. Not that I'd know or anything. Pansy told me and all the other girls." He'd been with so many different girls since the fourth year he lost count half way through the fifth year.
He took their virginity, said how much he loved them how much he'd remember that night because they were so special to him, and they were the only one for him then the next day not speak to them or look their way. If he did, it was by pure mistake or something behind the girl caught his eye, but never the girl.
"I'll be fine." Her voice, though words were stern and carved in stone, was doubtful. "I mean, I can deal with pain. emotional and," She was slightly reluctant to say the next part. ". and physical." She looked at him in the eyes; it was a blank stare, as if she was searching for something. "Let's do it now before I change my mind."
"All right." Draco stared into her deep, dark, brown eyes. "I'll try to make this as painless as possible." He kissed her, hoping it would take her pain away, then slowly slid into her. She wanted to scream out; but held her tongue, or Draco did with the sweet and light kiss they shared, a few salty tears rolled down her cheek as Draco kissed them away. "You ok?"
"Fine, go in more, all the way." He looked at her and smiled. He slid in more, slowly; as Hermione held her eyes shut and gripped the edge of the bed. He was in her all the way; she began to subside as she opened her eyes to Draco peering back at her.
Hermione was in paradise, ecstasy as some would call it. If she had the choice she would stay in this position for the rest of her life. She couldn't handle the pressure building up in her, her body fluids seeped through her opening and oozed onto Draco's forest green sheets. Draco, himself, was getting very near that point. Her head lolled back into the pillow as Draco came and she moaned in pleasure. She never felt anything like this before, but she liked it.
She never knew how the creamy, white, salty and sticky liquid would feel inside of her. She had only seen, and tasted it once when she went out with Ron. She had given him head once after he seductively feed her chocolate covered strawberries. She liked this feeling better. she wanted more now, she couldn't understand this desire to constantly sleep a guy.
Draco's arms buckled and gave out on him. He fell along with her legs, which found themselves wrapped around his body, almost on top of Hermione, if she was only an inch closer he could kiss her without moving his body. He leaned in closer to her and kissed her. He slid out of her but he wrapped his arms around her upper body and lay next to her.
"You want my answer now?" Hermione nodded and looked like she was tired, in pain or both. ".No."
"You mother fucking bastard!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How the hell could you do that? Give me the best and only sex I've had ever and then tell me no?!" She looked at him in shock, disbelief, but most of all disappointment. "I'll never get your ways Draco Malfoy!"
"Chill, it was the Malfoy instinct. Say no to every question and lie to the one you care for the most and love."
"You dick headed, self centered, mother fucking, cock sucking, ass hole! I hate you!" She wanted to run, but she was on the inside of the bed and next to the wall that had a window right above her body.
"You're answer is a yes."
"Paradise"
".I. love you Hermione. There I said it, now let me in." The door clicked as it unlocked then slowly creaked open. Hermione stood there looking at the ground. "Look at me please." Her eyes leveled out with his, but her head didn't move. "What was with the scream?" He lifted her head up with a hand.
"Nothing, if you were thinking I tried to kill myself you are wrong."
"So why did you really scream?"
"Still getting over Harry and Ron. Tell me two things."
"Anything."
"Tell me you're telling me the truth about them and why do you build my hopes up then just leave?"
"Yes they are dead and I think it's just the Malfoy gene. Anything else?"
"Actually yes, since I'm never going to get asked from you I might as well ask you myself. Will you go out with me?
"When could I give you an answer? Is the end of the week good for you?" Hermione just glared at him then spoke.
"You might as well tell me a week after never. it was stupid to ask you. I'm sorry."
"Come here." Draco put his arms out for her as she slowly walked into them, embracing him in a hug.
Time stood still for them those few seconds before Hermione open her mouth. "Draco." Draco put a finger over her mouth to stop her from speaking.
"Shh, now's not the time for words." His one hand slid down her body and scooped her into the air. He walked into his room and laid her down on the bed. She went to stand up but Draco pushed her back down. "No, stay there."
"I don't have time for this, what are you going to do to me?" She looked at him as she crossed her arms.
"First, I'm going finish my bath and then I'll give you my answer. You know the bath will give me some time to think about it. I would tell you now but I feel too scummy to do it. Also I have to calm my nerves with the whole thing of my father. He just appeared in there and nearly gave me a heart attack." Draco looked at her then at his drawers of clothes. "Put a shirt on." He hesitated, almost regretting saying what's next: "If you want to. Don't have to but you could."
Draco walked out of his room, shutting the door behind him. "Better make sure she doesn't leave." He pulled out his wand and locked the door magically. "Now, where's her wand?" He called her wand to him and watched it came flying at his head, He ducked finally as it flew right over his head, just skimming his head. "Wow, I like that power, I'm keeping it. She can't get out until I'm back." He walked into the bathroom and shut the door.
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Hermione slid off the bed and walked over to his drawers. His drawers were made of a dark cherry wood with three drawers. It didn't seem to her like it would be enough to keep all of his clothes, but she was wrong. Her glance was averted to the top of the drawer which was completely cleared. There was only one thing on the top and that was a silver picture frame, the size looked about 5"x7", with a picture of her in it. "I never thought I meant that much to him."
She pulled out the first drawer and glanced in. "Boxers," she said to herself quietly. "and only boxers, he's better than Ron, who wore mostly boxers." She laughed at the thought then shut the drawer, feeling slightly depressed thinking about her dead friend. She opened the next drawer. "A pair of black jeans and two shirts." She pulled the top shirt out of the drawer and pulled it over her head. She looked at it a moment, it was all black with a white 'D' on it. It smelt sweet, as sweet as Draco.
She sighed and looked at her shorts, or tried to anyways. The shirt was huge on her; it covered her shorts making it look like there was nothing under it. She decided after looking at it she took off her shorts.
"I like this. nice to sleep in." She walked over to the bed and lay down. *This isn't fair, the bed's softer than mine.* She curled up into a ball under his covers. No sooner she fell asleep.
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Draco got out of the tub and looked to the towel rack. "Where's my towel?" There was only a tiny green wash rag. "Fuck." He ran his hands down his body trying to get the water off.
He walked out oh the room, grabbing the two wands as he went to his room. Draco unlocked the door and it swung open. He looked around noticing his towel on the floor, wet, under Hermione's shorts. Then he looked to his bed to see Hermione asleep in his shirt.
Draco walked over to the bed. There was something so peaceful about her sleeping that he could not place it. It could have been how great she looked in is shirt, in his bed, him knowing there was nothing under his shirt, there was the fact she looked like an angel sleeping on a sliverish white cloud with a tendril of hair spiraling down her face or him finally knowing she was his. She would be his shortly; he would have his fun first. Could he be that cruel? Could he make her think she was the only one he wanted, though she already did, use her then tell her no and tell her off, like all the many other girls? He looked away but looked back to her quickly, as he walked over to the bed and lay down next to her under the covers with his arms around her. He couldn't do it, he actually loved her.
Hermione's eyes flickered open to see Draco's face grinning at her. "Draco. Listen." Hermione was silenced by Draco planting a soft, yet meaning full, kiss on her lips.
"Shh." He kissed her again as his hand slid down to her bare legs. She shuddered at his fist though then calmed herself as his hand slowly moved upwards to her inner thigh.
"Draco. Stop." He froze at her words.
"What, don't you want this?"
"It's not that. It's. It's. just not right."
"What's not right?" His hand slid up her legs even further. "This?" She squirmed and he stopped.
"Yes, it's wrong but why does it feel right?"
"It is right though, my father agreed to it." She looked at him shocked. "I told you before, he gave me his permission."
"When?" She looked into his grey eyes and smiled slightly.
"After I walked out of your room to take a bath, it really isn't his blessing but Voldermort's," his infamous grin grew larger, "so you know it has to all right with him. Anyways I told you but you wouldn't listen to me."
"You're right." Hermione took his one hand and placed it under his shirt, she was wearing, and the other on her ass. "Let's finish what we started when McGonagall walked in." She rolled over on him; she could just feel him get hard under her.
Hermione teasingly ran her fingers down his chest, tracing every rock hard muscle, he developed over the past seven years, around his belly button a few times and continued south a little more until she felt hair and quickly she pulled her and away. She brought her hand up and traced his jaw line ever so slightly, as if she was to use a feather instead of her finger, which made him quiver under her. Her finger rounded off and up to his lips.
Her middle finger parted his lips as her pointer finger slid into his mouth. Draco acknowledged her fingers ad began sucking on it, nibbling once and a while, as his hands slid over the edge of the shirt. He pulled it above her head and off her body. Draco threw it off the bed then stared in awe at her. His hands went immediately to her breasts, they were full and perfectly round, but mostly the opposite of what he expected. The robes they wore were large and baggy tending to keep everything hidden, and hide every feminine qualities she possesses.
Draco stopped and flipped her over as he kissed her lips, her chin and her neck. He stayed there kissing her neck, licking and biting, he was damned if he didn't leave anything behind. Once he branded the girl, it meant they were his forever, or until he got tired of them. He moved down to her chest, kissing lightly in the middle and finally to her belly button. Draco surprised Hermione when his tongue went into her belly button.
"Are you sure you want to do this? Also one more thing, it might hurt, since you're still a virgin. Not that I'd know or anything. Pansy told me and all the other girls." He'd been with so many different girls since the fourth year he lost count half way through the fifth year.
He took their virginity, said how much he loved them how much he'd remember that night because they were so special to him, and they were the only one for him then the next day not speak to them or look their way. If he did, it was by pure mistake or something behind the girl caught his eye, but never the girl.
"I'll be fine." Her voice, though words were stern and carved in stone, was doubtful. "I mean, I can deal with pain. emotional and," She was slightly reluctant to say the next part. ". and physical." She looked at him in the eyes; it was a blank stare, as if she was searching for something. "Let's do it now before I change my mind."
"All right." Draco stared into her deep, dark, brown eyes. "I'll try to make this as painless as possible." He kissed her, hoping it would take her pain away, then slowly slid into her. She wanted to scream out; but held her tongue, or Draco did with the sweet and light kiss they shared, a few salty tears rolled down her cheek as Draco kissed them away. "You ok?"
"Fine, go in more, all the way." He looked at her and smiled. He slid in more, slowly; as Hermione held her eyes shut and gripped the edge of the bed. He was in her all the way; she began to subside as she opened her eyes to Draco peering back at her.
Hermione was in paradise, ecstasy as some would call it. If she had the choice she would stay in this position for the rest of her life. She couldn't handle the pressure building up in her, her body fluids seeped through her opening and oozed onto Draco's forest green sheets. Draco, himself, was getting very near that point. Her head lolled back into the pillow as Draco came and she moaned in pleasure. She never felt anything like this before, but she liked it.
She never knew how the creamy, white, salty and sticky liquid would feel inside of her. She had only seen, and tasted it once when she went out with Ron. She had given him head once after he seductively feed her chocolate covered strawberries. She liked this feeling better. she wanted more now, she couldn't understand this desire to constantly sleep a guy.
Draco's arms buckled and gave out on him. He fell along with her legs, which found themselves wrapped around his body, almost on top of Hermione, if she was only an inch closer he could kiss her without moving his body. He leaned in closer to her and kissed her. He slid out of her but he wrapped his arms around her upper body and lay next to her.
"You want my answer now?" Hermione nodded and looked like she was tired, in pain or both. ".No."
"You mother fucking bastard!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How the hell could you do that? Give me the best and only sex I've had ever and then tell me no?!" She looked at him in shock, disbelief, but most of all disappointment. "I'll never get your ways Draco Malfoy!"
"Chill, it was the Malfoy instinct. Say no to every question and lie to the one you care for the most and love."
"You dick headed, self centered, mother fucking, cock sucking, ass hole! I hate you!" She wanted to run, but she was on the inside of the bed and next to the wall that had a window right above her body.
"You're answer is a yes."
