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Draco gripped her hand tighter and soon they were bursting into the castle and tearing off down the corridor away from the Great Hall. Away from the ball. Away from everyone.
They both still had their wands out as if they might face opposition as they rushed through the castle hand in hand.
Hermione was still shaking from the adrenaline rush after the confrontation with Ron. She hadn't expected this evening to turn out this way. She certainly hadn't expected Ron to turn against her so severely. At least she had the small consolation that Harry and Ginny both seemed to acknowledge that Ron was so markedly out of line.
None of that really mattered now. She looked towards Draco and cracked a huge smile, she suddenly felt free from the burden of Ron. She really didn't owe him her loyalty or consideration after tonight.
Draco returned her smile and gripped her hand tighter, they took a sharp turn towards the dungeons and Hermione had an idea where he was leading her to. Her heels and his dress shoes sparked a cacophony of echoes as they moved through the dungeons towards their destination.
Finally they arrived at the empty store room across from the potions classroom and they slipped inside. Draco shut the door behind them and cast a quick lumos spell, setting his wand on a shelf to act as a dim lamp. They both stood still for a moment, catching their breath.
Hermione broke the silence with a stream of uncontrollable giggles.
"God, the look on his face, I honestly can't believe how incredulous he was that I would go with you after the display he put on tonight!" She managed to speak in between a fit of laughter.
"It's really not funny, Granger," he said but she could see he was smiling rather broadly as well. She knew he was right, really in the morning she would likely be in tears over such a bad falling out but right now she was high on adrenaline and the thrill of standing up for herself.
She felt brazen and bold in that moment and she closed the small space between them and planted a kiss firmly on his lips. The kiss that should have happened back in the courtyard had they not been interrupted.
He was slightly hunched over from catching his breath which put his mouth perfectly level with hers. He quickly returned the kiss as if it were the most natural thing in the world, his arms going to her waist to pull her into his body securely.
She savored the languid feeling of being pressed against him firmly and she sighed, her parted lips allowing his tongue entrance into her mouth. He worked his tongue expertly around hers and slid it over her teeth in one quick motion that left her with chills shooting down her spine.
She grasped the front of his dress robes desperately trying to keep her balance as a whole new set of sensations flooded her body. She had never felt this alive and alert during a kiss. Her whole body was on fire.
His fingers toyed with the fabric of her dress on her lower back and she found herself longing for him to just dive headfirst into her dress.
Their mouths parted as he trailed kisses down to her neck, backing her up to a shelf as he worked until she felt the low shelf digging into her bum. He sucked and nipped at the sensitive skin on her neck and she tilted her head back and gave him an appreciative moan in response.
Her moan lit a fire in him and he broke apart from her, pulling back to look into her eyes as if to ask her if she really wanted this. If she really wanted to be here with him now, in this stores closet on the night of the Victory Ball with Draco Malfoy.
"I'm happy I'm here with you," she whispered as the stared into each other's faces as if she were reading his thoughts.
"I'm happy I'm here with you," he repeated her sentiment and closed the space between them again, firmly kissing her.
He ran his hands up her waist and over the silky feeling fabric of her dress, savoring the soft texture against his fingertips. Soon his thumbs brushed the undersides of her breasts and she responded with a satisfying moan into his mouth.
Noticing that she hadn't bothered wearing a bra of any kind due to the revealing nature of the back of her dress, he stifled a moan of his own and pressed his erection into her stomach. He slid his left hand over her right breast and instantly felt her nipple harden under his touch. The barely there layer of fabric didn't dilute the sensation of his fingers slipping over her nipple whatsoever and she arched her back into him, aching for more of the sensation.
She hastily began to unfasten his dress robes, pushing them off his shoulders as he deepened their kiss again. He helped her with his next layer of tie and shirt, discarding them as soon as they were undone. Soon he stood in front of her as bare-chested as the day she first saw him in this state in the room of requirement. She dragged her fingers down his chest and soon followed the blazing trail with her mouth.
He let out a strangled groan and it took most of his considerable will power to not just free himself of his pants and take her right that second.
When she was done her oral exploration of his chest she straightened up and he wrapped his hands up behind her neck, undoing the fastening of the halter top on her dress slowly. He maintained eye contact with her as he did this and his smoldering look nearly burnt a hole into her.
He let the top of the dress fall away and gather around her waist. The heavy emerald he gave her still sat heavily against her chest. He slipped a hand down the chain, over the emerald, and over her skin until he could firmly grasp her breast, pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her lips parted and her eyes fluttered close, she went to putty in his hands.
His other hand slid down to the fabric gathered at her waist and he eased it over her hips finally allowing it to pool on the floor at her feet.
He gulped audibly when he realized she wasn't wearing undergarments of any kind underneath the dress, likely to avoid panty lines. She didn't seem self conscious or bothered by this fact as her eyes were still closed and she was still arched into him.
She was every inch as perfect as he had imagined.
He captured her lips in a kiss, this time taking it slow and deep. Letting the passion build and intensify between them.
He reached down and grasped her thigh, she assisted in hiking it up at his waist and wrapping her leg around him so he could nestle in between her legs to deepen their contact. He was still fully clothed from the waist down, a fact that he was growing to greatly resent.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, clutching at him desperately. He broke the kiss and turned his head sideways to kiss the inside of her left arm, pausing over her scar. She looked at him curiously.
She grabbed his left arm with her right and soothingly ran her hand over his faded dark mark.
"These scars aren't who we are, Draco," she whispered. "The position we are in now is evidence enough of that."
"I know," he agreed. "I just... you deserve more than a deatheater in a broom closet." His face became a flushed red.
"I want you. Hear and now." She peppered kisses across his jaw line. "You have to trust me in that. I know what I want."
"I do," he conceded. "And I want you."
"Good, then we are in agreement," she smirked and rolled her hips against his enticingly. His eyes darkened and he captured her lips again.
He slid a hand between them and she gasped into his mouth as his fingers found her most sensitive nub. He swirled around it in small lazy circles until she bucked her hips at him impatiently. He smiled into their kisses and pulled his hips back from her a small fraction to all him to insert his pointer finger into her wet hole.
She would have cried out had their mouths not been attached. He kissed his way down to her neck so he could save every delicious sound, pant, and moan that was emitted from her small perfect mouth as he worked on her womanhood.
He eased his middle finger in a long with her pointer finger and he was almost surprised by how soaking wet she already was. He began with a slow rhythm and built speed, encouraged by her soft moans.
Soon he let his thumb join in and it worked over her clit as his other two fingers pumped in and out of her increasing in speed and force.
He curved his fingers to hit against that spongey tissue that he knew would send her over the edge. He made sure his thumb continued to circle her clit and he could feel her core tightening. He didn't know how long he would last once he was actually inside of her and he wanted to make sure she got her pleasure before he took his own.
She grasped at him fiercely, her finger nails digging painfully into the pale bare skin of his shoulders and he relished in the small pain. He pulled back slightly to look into her face, he wanted to watch her come apart at his touch.
"Oh God, Draco I'm going to..." she panted and he sped up the pace of his fingers ever so slightly. She felt the warm wave building up inside of her.
"Come undone for me," he encouraged and the wave crashed. At his words he felt a torrent of spasms around his fingers. Her juices flowed freely out of her and down his knuckles as her hips bucked with the pleasure of her orgasm.
He grasped her around the waist with his free hand to prevent her from collapsing as she came. Soon she was a shuddering mess against his chest, clutching at him.
He kissed the top of her head tenderly as he let her recover from the earth shaking orgasm. It was so unlike anything she was ever able to give herself and she felt thoroughly... awakened.
She looked up at him and sought out his lips again. She reached down and unbuckled his pants quickly, desperate to deepen their connection even further.
Soon he was kicking out of his shoes and pants clumsily. He was shoving his boxers down and his erection bounced free of its confines at last. She looked at it curiously and grasped it firmly in her hand.
He gasped and pressed his forehead into hers.
"Fuck Hermione... you have no idea..." he hissed at her tentative touches along his sizable shaft.
"Sorry..." she began to pull away but he grasped her wrist and encouraged her more.
"No, don't you dare stop," he smirked and she smiled back. She ran her hand up and down his length, getting familiar with him.
He grasped her bum and hefted her up onto the low shelf so she was sitting as comfortably as possible. She spread her legs invitingly and he growled a hungry and guttural growl as he stepped in between them.
"You're perfect," he admired as he grasped his cock and guided it into her soaked opening.
She arched into him and shuddered with pleasure as he filled her to the brim. He stayed there, fully sheathed within her, for a moment. He closed his eyes, trying to remember every detail.
She gripped at his back and pushed her hips forward into his. He grunted and began to thrust in and out of her in a steady rhythm. She rocked her hips along with his rhythm and he leaned down to capture a nipple in his mouth. She gasped and lulled her head back against the wall, dizzy with the overstimulation of every inch of her body.
He kissed his way up her chest and neck to find her mouth again.
"Hermione," he murmured against her lips tenderly. "Oh fuck... Hermione..."
"Draco," she whispered in wholehearted agreement with that sentiment.
He angled his hips in an attempt to deepen his thrusts and with every pump of his hips he was bottoming out within her. She gasped with the mild pain and the extreme pleasure of it all.
She wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles behind him to allow him as much access as humanly possible. He reached down, grasping her hips to hold her in place as his thrusts became quicker and more desperate.
His rhythm soon became erratic and his face was screwed up in ecstasy.
"Oh god... Hermione," he moaned.
"Come undone for me," she encouraged, echoing his sentiment from a moment ago when he made her cum.
That did the trick and he buried himself within her, his cock twitching and spilling his hot seed deep within her womb.
He shuddered with the final shocks of his orgasm and soon they were both panting heavily in each other's arms.
He held her tightly, never wanting to let go.
"You're so fucking perfect," he whispered into the top of her head and she rested against his chest. She felt his cock soften and slip out of her, along with some of his cum and she felt like she was losing a part of herself.
He grabbed his wand and whispered a quick cleansing spell along with a contraception spell and she smiled at him appreciatively.
She remained sitting atop the shelf and he backed up to asses the situation. She looked positively sinful sitting there, legs spread wide, wearing nothing but the emerald necklace he gave her and her silver stiletto heels. The site alone was enough to almost cause his cock to stir for round two.
He grabbed for his boxer briefs and pants in order to avoid embarrassing himself. He quickly pulled up his pants and began to do his belt up and she finally slid off the shelf and shook out her dress to prepare to step back into it.
"Never wear that dress again, Granger," he admonished.
"Oh?" she questioned, looking slightly crestfallen. "I thought you liked it?"
"Yes, thats the point isn't it? I can't control myself around you in that dress."
She smirked as she re-fasted the halter top around her neck.
"In that case, I'll be sure to wear it at the next formal event we attend together." She cast him an evil smirk.
He tried not to read too much into the phrase 'attend together' and returned her smirk.
Soon they were both fully dressed again and standing in front of each other as if they hadn't just fucked each other's brains out.
"I hope you won't find yourself regretting this in the morning," he said, voicing his own insecurity and cursing himself for once again being so vulnerable around her.
"No, of course not," she wrapped her arms tenderly around his waist and hugged him firmly.
He savored the comforting feeling, wondering when the next time would come that they would share such an intimate moment. Was this a one time thing? Or did she want something... more... from him? He knew better than to ask in that second and he settled for the hug.
They disentangled and he opened the door for her. They slipped out into the hallway, the cold dungeon air felt like a freezing bucket of water being doused over them.
"Allow me to walk you back to the Gryffindor tower?" he said, extending his arm to her in a gentlemanly fashion.
"Of course," she smiled demurely and slipped her arm into hers. For the first time she felt hopeful that they were going to part ways without a fight.
They were back at the tower before they knew it, and they both looked towards each other hesitantly, neither one wanting to call it a night on their adventures of the evening.
"Thank you, Draco," she said softly, looking up at him. "You were a perfect gentleman tonight. I didn't even have to hex you to stop you from cursing Ron's face off."
"Well, it's not as if the Weasel wouldn't have deserved it. God, he really is sick in the head, isn't he?" Draco said with a shake of his head.
"I can't even justify his behavior tonight, so I won't try. Just... thank you... for being there for me," she responded.
"Of course I'm there for you. It's the least I can do," he said fiercely.
"No," she shook her head. "I don't want you to be there for me out of some sense of obligation. I want you to because you want to."
"I do," he confirmed with a curt nod.
"Good." She smiled warmly and tilted her chin up at him, clearly angling for a goodnight kiss.
He returned her smile and gave her a brief yet passionate kiss on the lips. Their mouths parted and Hermione quickly scurried off towards the portrait hole, he began his long trek back towards the dungeons.
Somehow he managed to allow his doubts and insecurities pervade his mind as he walked. Despite everything going perfectly this evening, a strange sense of foreboding gripped his heart.
Back in the Gryffindor tower, Hermione collapsed on her bed up in the dorm she shared with the seventh year girls. She was the first one back as the ball was still surely going on. She didn't blame Ginny in the slightest for not letting her altercation with Ron cut her evening short.
She tried to only focus on the good things that had happened that evening as she drifted off to sleep, but it couldn't stop her from allowing a small tendril of dread seep into her mind at the thought of the fallout from the words exchanged between her and Ron.
It would surely be an interesting holiday season.
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