Chapter Twelve: And for desert?
Hermione woke up with a huge smile on her face. She could feel Draco's arms wrapped around her, his naked body pressed up against hers under his silken sheets and she couldn't help but sigh in content.
"So my little vixen, what would you like to do today?" Draco's breath tickled her now tender neck and she wriggled out of his arms with a squeal of protest.
Draco watched lazily on his side, his arm holding up his head as Hermione slipped out of his bed and walked across his room to her scattered clothes. He was just thankful that there was just enough light filtering in through his curtains so that he could make out the sensual curves of her body.
"What are you doing?"
Hermione threw him a sexy over the shoulder look, and then wished she hadn't. The way he looked, from his tussled hair to his sexy smirk and that look that suggested impure thoughts, it was enough to make any girl's resolve weak.
"Malfoy don't you give me that look, I have to get dressed and leave," She said hoping her voice sounded firm. She had a lunch date with Ginny and she thought it best to leave while she still had any determination.
"Are you sure you don't want me to fuck your brains out again?"
The casual way he said that, had Hermione blushing and dropping her bra onto the floor in shock.
"Knock it off," She warned as she recovered, although her hand was still somewhat trembling as she slipped into her rumpled dress.
Draco sighed as he got up and pulled on a pair of pants, he didn't like his chances on getting Hermione back to bed.
"Come on Granger, don't make me beg," he was right behind her now and she involuntarily leaned back into him.
Draco closed his eyes as he breathed in the scent of her, how long had it been since he had felt this good? Sliding his hands over her shoulders, he pushed down her straps, causing the dress to fall to the ground, before continuing to run his hands across her smooth back, enjoying her ragged breathing until…
"Dammit Malfoy, you cheated," Hermione yelled smacking his hands away, picking up her dress and bunching it around her chest as she turned to him. How was she ever going to leave when he touched her like that, and looked at her with those godforsaken piercing eyes that made her just want to throw herself at him. It wasn't fair!
"It's not my fault I can't stop touching you," He murmured, leaning in to kiss her but she was too quick for him and easily side stepped it.
Hermione tried to bite back a smile as he looked at her with annoyance.
"Oh I bet you find this amusing Granger, you siren," Draco accused huskily cornering her within moments against the door.
"Siren? Well that's a new one," Hermione quipped cheekily refusing to give in to her urges, although her arms were practically twitching from the desire to pull him down for a kiss and she shivered at their closeness.
Draco raised one eyebrow at her, as she shivered, "Cold are we?"
"No I'm fine, it was probably just a little draught that's all," she lied knowing that any second now her knees would buckle.
"Or could it be that you can barely contain yourself around me?" Draco murmured, moving closer, "Especially knowing what we did right here, in this exact spot last night."
Hermione closed her eyes as she remembered how Draco had pressed her up against his door, her legs wrapped around his back, her dress bunched up around her waist…
Draco watched her curiously as her eyes closed and her lips parted, "You're remembering it aren't you?"
Hermione eyes were practically smouldering with desire when she opened them; it was all Draco could do to restrain himself from repeating the same scene from last night. Suddenly his stomach rumbled, providing a distraction, and he realised they both hadn't eaten since last night's ball.
"Are you hungry?" He asked, immediately, despite himself, imagining whipped cream, strawberries and Hermione into the equation.
"Depends, is this going to end with a cheesy line about wanting to eat me for breakfast?" Hermione responded with a grin.
"Of course not, honestly darling, must your mind always be in the gutter?" He replied pretending to be affronted. Darling, Hermione repeated that endearment in her head, finding that she liked it very much.
"Come on, let me help you change," Draco continued, pulling her over to her discarded bra.
"Hm… I think I'll put that on myself," Hermione said before adding with a sly smile, "After all, you only have experience taking it off."
Draco put his hands over his heart, "That hurt Granger, nonetheless I'd like to try," he replied eagerly, "Now if you wouldn't mind dropping the dress, you have clutched around your neck like you were some kind of innocent virgin bride."
Hermione rolled her eyes but did as he asked, earning a wolf whistle.
"Malfoy don't make me slap you," she warned, but she was pleased despite herself, liking the way he looked at her.
"But you're forgetting Granger, I love it when you do that," He quipped with a smirk, before moving on with the task.
Hermione bit her lip as he dressed her, his fingers doing the work diligently, but sometimes giving him away when he paused to caress her and when she was finally dressed, he couldn't help but drop a lingering kiss on her neck. Hermione responded with a low groan, Draco dressing her had been a mistake, it had been like foreplay to her and now she wanted him more than ever.
"Hey don't make me throw you over my shoulder," Draco teased when he felt her fidget restlessly under his kiss.
"But you're forgetting Malfoy, I love it when you do that," Hermione retorted and regretted it as soon as she saw the devilish glint in his eyes.
Draco just couldn't resist…in an instant he had grabbed her by the waist and heaved her over his shoulder.
"Fuck, you prat, you knew I was only joking, now put me back down or I really will slap you!" She yelled, pounding on his back. Trust Draco to pull a stunt like this.
Draco smirked, before dumping her onto his bed unceremoniously, receiving a glare for his troubles.
"Hey you said put you down."
Getting up to her feet with as much dignity as she could muster, Hermione made to storm out, when two strong arms pulled her back into a hard and still bare chest. Refusing to melt against him, she tugged at his arms.
"Granger, you have no idea how sexy you look when you're mad," Draco murmured against her neck before biting lightly at her skin. Hermione couldn't help but moan, her skin was so tender there.
"And I know you aren't really mad, I mean how can you be mad at someone who kisses you like this?" He asked before continuing at her neck.
Suddenly her stomach rumbled audibly and Draco stopped and laughed.
"Unfortunately I think that's our que to go down to breakfast," He acknowledged with one last longing look at her before he gathered himself.
"Do you want me to help you change now?" Hermione asked cheekily, before Draco chased her out of the room and slammed the door on her. If Hermione so much as touched him by accident now, Draco was certain that they would surely starve to death.
Hermione leaned against his door on the outside and couldn't help smiling even wider than she had that morning, which caused her to slap herself on the forehead when she realised she was falling for him, hard. And she didn't care.
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Draco liked the new found relationship he had with Hermione… not to mention how good the sex was. He had never met someone that made him want to throttle them and at the same time kiss them, it drove him crazy. But atleast, he thought with relish, she was his to drive him crazy.
"Stop staring at me, you're making me nervous," The muse of his thoughts interrupted sharply. Draco grinned, Hermione was one to talk; he couldn't remember anyone making him as nervous as he was when he was around her.
Hermione looked around at all the other tables in the café, just in case someone was watching them. She was being paranoid she knew, but they didn't exactly blend in with the regular crowd. For one, she was wearing a rumpled evening dress and her hair was a mess and secondly, Draco was just watching her so intently with 'that look' that Hermione was sure someone would say something, after all it was hardly G rated.
"Sorry, it can't be helped, you have a way of eating your strawberries that holds my attention," Draco smirked, which instantly had Hermione dropping the half-eaten strawberry back onto her pancakes, "You tease it, the way you circle your tongue over the tip before biting into it and sucking at the juices, you know, it's positively indecent."
Hermione tried to look unaffected by that but Draco could tell by the way her cheeks darkened and how she swallowed nervously that she was turned on, and his stomach did a strange little jump at that knowledge.
"Hm that reminds me, I was wondering if i should I bring desert over with me tonight?" Hermione asked inspired with a sly smile and when Draco was stunned into silence she added, "That is unless of course you'd rather I go to some other guy's house and let them smear desert all over my body…"
Hermione delighted in the way Draco stammered before recovering himself, "Granger I'll provide the desert, you just provide your edible self," he said rather briskly, actually feeling himself starting to sweat, that damn woman!
"Now, now don't get too excited right now, save something for later," Hermione teased, and she couldn't help herself but rub his erection under the table with her foot, it was just too easy a ploy, especially as the table came with a heavy table cloth that ensured no prying eyes.
Draco scowled, Merlin she was good. It was just too bad for him he was too aroused to retaliate, or else he would have been under that table in a flash and giving her something to squirm about.
"What's the matter Malfoy?" Hermione asked pretending to be concerned as he winced in pain and pleasure when she pressed harder.
"Mmm…I think you know you little vixen," he said, dropping a hand to caress her foot and upwards, as far as he could reach.
Hermione bit her lip, knowing this wouldn't end well for her. His touch did crazy things to her; already her breathing was becoming ragged.
"I think we should go back to yours," she suddenly declared, jerking her foot out of his grasp so she could compose herself. She'd be damned if they got something really started in a public café.
"Yes but as you have felt, I think I need a bit of time before we leave," Draco replied his breath ragged and she let out an impatient whimper to which he added unsympathetically, "It's your own fault darling."
"It is not, you provoked me with the strawberry comment."
"Please, don't even mention strawberries right now if you want to leave anytime soon" He said thickly.
"Oh fuck," Hermione suddenly swore getting up.
"What is it?" Draco asked concerned at her tone, despite his distraction.
"I forgot I'm meeting Ginny somewhere for lunch and I need to shower and change, dammit I have to go."
"Good, maybe then I'll recover quicker," Draco replied trying to sound aloof as he got up to farewell her. Hermione just threw him a sly smile in response before pressing herself up against him, much to his chagrin/pleasure, "Good luck leaving anytime soon, and by the way I like chocolate mousse," she murmured into his ear.
And then she was gone, leaving Draco with almost two full plates of food, fuming, and with a throbbing erection. One thing was sure; he decided as he sat back down, he would definitely pay her back that night.
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As soon as Hermione got into the Potter manor she had an extremely long shower… the reason why it was so long being that she kept getting distracted. She just couldn't get Draco out of her head. Sure he was a prat and they'd have an argument sooner rather than later, but atleast she knew afterwards the sex was going to be good… oh Merlin, Draco was certainly rubbing off on her.
After she had cleaned, and gotten dressed- after lying about in a towel on her bed just remembering the way he had felt kissing her neck for a long time-she was ready for her lunch/interrogation with Ginny. But dragging her feet, she decided to pro-long the inevitable by writing an exceptionally long letter to Gabbie outlining her holiday- minus everything to do with Draco and mind blowing sex- and thanking her for making her go. But by the end of that Hermione knew she could put it off no longer, she was late.
So when she finally arrived at a particularly dingy muggle restaurant that nobody from the wizarding world but Harry, Ginny, Ron and herself knew about and loved, Hermione wasn't surprised to find Ginny waiting hands on hips at the front, her red hair flowing wildly down her back.
"Hiya Ginny, you look nice," Hermione greeted going for the innocent card. But one severe look from Ginny had her swallowing her words and façade fast.
"So I thought you were murdered or something," Ginny opened the conversation with that when they had sat down in a back booth.
"W-what?" Hermione stammered completely thrown for a loop. Where did she get murder from?
"Yes well, picture this will you," Ginny snapped, "Lavender comes over to the house in the middle of the night ranting about how Draco Malfoy dragged you into a fireplace, the whole ball screaming about an impertinent engagement, you two looking daggers at each other, again with the emphasis on Draco pulling you against your will.
"And then picture me waiting up all night for a message, a little scrawl on the back of a tissue, anything that reassured me of your safety really, that I'd know you'd write, because you knew I'd wait up for you."
Hermione bit her lip and looked away guilty. She hadn't really thought…
"Of course," Ginny continued and Hermione braced herself, "That would all mean nothing, if you had sex."
Hermione looked up at that to see her best friend grinning knowingly from ear to ear, "Hermione Granger you naughty witch, you guys went at it like rabbits didn't you?"
Hermione flushed and coughed awkwardly, for the waitress had walked over during that accusation and was now looking at Hermione as if she was some kind of whore.
Ginny mouthed an apology to Hermione as they ordered, but Hermione couldn't even look at her until the waitress left for fear she might burst out laughing.
"Thanks Gin, I love being judged by strangers."
"Who cares, she's probably just jealous, anyway spill, I assume you went back to his apartment, what was it like?" Ginny prompted eagerly.
"Yes I'll get to that, but first I want to know more about this 'impertinent engagement'," Hermione insisted.
"Ah well, you know how people are, they like to create drama…" Ginny trailed off at Hermione's raised eyebrow, "Ok, so I didn't want to be the one to tell you this, but apparently everyone thinks you are to be the next Mrs Malfoy, a rumour put forward as fact by the always lovely and devious Lavender Brown."
"Please tell me this is a joke," Hermione groaned putting her head in her hands.
"Sorry 'mione I'm afraid it's not," Ginny informed regretfully, "hey how bout I order us some extra desert, that might make you feel better hm?"
Hermione groaned louder.
