I know, I know. I hate myself, too. I can't believe it took me over a year to update this. I have no excuses - or, I do, but none you'd be interested in. Obviously, life was busy and writer's block a bitch, or else I would have updated much sooner.
Good news is, I hopefully won't have to write any papers until the end of the semester, so that should give me some time to write more. And I've already got a few chapters of this on the backburner, so updates should be faster anyway. I promise it will NOT take me a year, or even anything close, to update again. Seriously.
Also, I should warn you: smut. Like, helluva lot of smut. I don't there's anything innocent about this chapter, except maybe the ending.
For a few seconds, Hermione just stood frozen in place, unable to move or speak or do anything that required any kind of coherency. When she did find and dig it from the dark recesses of her mind, it didn't respond the way she would have liked it to; instead of pushing Malfoy off, like the 14-year-old Hermione that still sometimes resided in her head told her to, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth under his, sucking his lower lip between hers. Malfoy emitted a surprised groan, something that should have caused sirens to go off in her head, but instead made her hands clench into fists in the material of his shirt and part her lips to deepen the kiss. His tongue took it as the invitation it was and plunged into her mouth, mapping out the roof and tracing along the ridge behind her teeth before tangling with hers. A moan escaped from her throat and her fingernails scratched up his chest to meet at the collar, fingers scrambling for purchase on the buttons; her attempt at undoing the first one ended with it popping and flying across the room, but when she made to pull away to apologize, Malfoy roughly grabbed her face to keep her in place. When he seemed satisfied that she wouldn't try and interrupt their kiss again, he let his touch wander, just trailing his fingertips over the skin of her neck. Heat started pooling in Hermione's belly when he found a particularly sensitive spot, and she whined into his mouth, finally managing to break away for a gasp of much-needed air.
"Draco," she said breathlessly, his name a plea on her tongue, though she wasn't sure what she was pleading for – until his mouth found the same spot his fingers had just danced across, making her moan more loudly this time as an electric spark of arousal shot from her neck to her groin. She could feel herself getting wet, practically soaking her underwear, while Malfoy, obviously aware of the effect he had on her, just continued his ministrations with more vigour. His tongue darted out to lick over the tendons of her neck, up her jaw and to a spot behind her ears she never knew to be sensitive until he pulled away to breathe hot air over the wet trail he'd left, the sensation of it cooling on her skin causing her to writhe against the wall. She could feel him smirk as he paused for a moment, making her squirm in agitation, before he bit the same place. One of her hands flew to the wall, scrabbling for something to ground her, while the other just tore at Malfoy's shirt mercilessly now. Had she been in possession of all her mental capacities, she might have been ashamed of how desperate she was from such little attention, of how much she was acting like someone who'd never been touched, but as sparks flew up and down her spine and her pussy just got wetter by the second, she couldn't really make herself care.
"I've wanted to do that for half my life," Malfoy's voice suddenly growled near her ear, and the tone of his voice, so deep and husky, did nothing for her self-control. The sound of fabric being ripped echoed through the room and with a half-horrified, half-aroused gasp, Hermione realised she had just actually torn Malfoy's shirt along the row of buttons. Silence fell around them as he pulled back, both of their chests heaving as they took each other in with dark, glassy eyes. Hermione was half-expecting Malfoy to curse her out, call her a Mudblood or a slut or whatever creative adjective he came up with, so needless to say, she was shocked when he suddenly grabbed her by the ass and hoisted her up against the wall with another growl. Her legs wrapped around his waist without further instruction from her brain, and then they were kissing once more, tongues battling fiercely for dominance as her hips rolled against his hard body, trying to ease the empty ache between her legs. Soft hands sought out even softer, but firm skin, and Hermione found herself briefly wondering whether Malfoy waxed his chest or, more likely, used some hair-removal spell.
A shout of surprise turned into a drawn-out moan when one of Malfoy's hands moved from her ass to her inner thigh and up, up, until he was touching her, the heel of his hand pressing against her and making her hips move more frantically in an attempt to get closer to the relief the pressure offered. But while it eased some of the ache, it also made it that much worse because it just wasn't enough, too many layers between them still. "Fuck me," she whimpered, having no recollection of when she had decided to ask for it but so sure it was what she wanted the second the words escaped her lips. "Fuck me, God, Draco, I want you, just like this, right here, right now, please..."
There was another beat of silence and any and all movement stilled for a moment. Hermione started to panic that she had just made a complete fool of herself, that Malfoy would reject her and tell her to go to hell and later go out for drinks with his friends and he'd retell the story and they'd all laugh at her and her wantonness and how ridiculous, how pathetic she was for believing he'd actually want her and -
Thud. All air left her lungs when her back hit the wall once more with renewed fervour, and she found herself standing on her own feet again as Malfoy began mouthing at her neck once more, pulling at the hem of her sweater. She raised her arms above her head to help him pull it off her small but curvy frame, but instead of allowing her to lower them so he could get rid of her bra, he brought them together against the wall and grabbed her wrists with one hand to keep them there. Another wave of arousal washed over her at the feeling of being so constricted, and she had no idea where that came from, usually so happy to be in control of every one of her sexual encounters. She didn't question it though, couldn't question it as Malfoy's other hand worked one of her breasts out of the cup holding it, thumbing at her nipple before he latched onto it with his mouth and sucked hard. She exhaled a shuddery groan as his hand travelled further south and he kept alternating between sucking and scraping his teeth over the sensitive nub. With a pop, he unbuttoned her pants and, letting go of her nipple with another pop, started kissing down her stomach. His teeth came down on the zipper and pulled down, down, both his hands letting go of her now to grab the waistband of her trousers and push them down her thighs along with her underwear.
"Shit," he groaned and kissed along her hipbone, making her knees tremble and threaten to give out as her own fingers tangled in silky blonde strands of hair. "If I wasn't so desperate to be inside of you, I'd lick you from head to toe." Malfoy helped her step out of her clothes and splayed his hands on her thighs, nudging them apart to lick over her swollen clit. Hermione cried out and threw her head back as she finally got some relief, but as quickly as Malfoy had gotten his mouth on her, he was gone again, standing with his hands on his belt-buckle. "Such a pretty little pussy, and so wet for me... Too bad I have to postpone exploring it properly..." Hermione stared at him, panting with her eyes dancing over his chiselled torso, feeling strangely hot at the sight of his shirt hanging off his broad shoulders. Her gaze wandered down to his abs and then, just as Malfoy was pushing down his trousers and boxers to around mid-thigh level, his crotch. She gasped at the sight of his flushed cock jumping from the confines of the fabric and then jutting out between his legs, long, big, so hard and proud, making her eyes widen and her pupils blow out even more until barely any of the brown of her irises was visible anymore with how dark they'd become.
"Like what you see, Granger?" Malfoy commented with a smirk and again, shoved her against the wall. His hands on her ass felt more harsh this time as he lifted her up, but it only served to make Hermione wrap her legs around him more tightly in turn. She squeezed his waist with her knees as she reached between them to grasp his cock, and wow, it really was big, and so hot, and about to be inside of her and the thought alone made her moan, made her stop moving her fingers up and down his shaft and instead align the head with her dripping hole. Their eyes locked, and a moment later their lips followed suit until it was interrupted by Hermione crying out brokenly as Malfoy thrust up into her.
They stayed like that for a moment, breathing the same air with their noses touching and looking at each other with heavy-lidded eyes. Malfoy drew his hips back and slid back inside her, in agonizingly slow increments, making Hermione's mouth drop open on a drawn-out keen. "You like that, Hermione? Or would you prefer something along," he withdrew again, until only the head of his cock was sheathed inside her, only to slam back in, "those lines?" he gritted out between his teeth. He repeated the motion several times, rendering Hermione unable to do anything but choke out a string of "yes, yes, yes" every time he drove into her. Steadily, he seemed to gain momentum, until his fingers were digging sharply into the supple flesh of her cheeks as he held her up and her own nails were clawing and scratching at his back. "So tight... fuck... so fucking hot and wet..." he panted as he rammed himself into her body relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping against skin ringing around them. Hermione's hips started moving once more, pushing down to meet his thrusts and retracting when Malfoy did, tiny "uh, uh, uh"s falling from her mouth as she impaled herself on Malfoy's cock. "And the noises you make, fuck," he groaned as he picked up the pace yet again, unforgiving, the hardness filling her up between her legs unyielding as his movements became more and more erratic. He drew her legs further up, her knees curling around his shoulders, and the sheer strength holding her up must require made the burning in her abdomen flare even hotter.
"You're so big," she gasped, and moaned when he sunk into her again, the angle somehow feeling even more heavenly than before as he buried himself even deeper in her wet heat. "Oh God, I'm so full, oh, oh, I need, Draco, I need..." She was unable to articulate what it was exactly that she needed, but her clit was throbbing, demanding attention, really her everything was throbbing with the need for release, and she let go with one of her hands and brought it between their bodies. She pressed two fingers against the hardened nub, rubbing relentlessly as her cries grew louder and louder, until, with a broken sob, the coiling ball of heat in her pelvis dissolved as her orgasm hit, feeling her muscles clench and tighten around the cock still deep inside her.
Malfoy growled and bit into her neck as she kept rubbing herself through the aftershocks, causing another bolt of arousal to shoot down her spine and a low moan to tear from her throat. He kept fucking into her as she clamped down on him in rhythm with her erratic heartbeat, and she almost came again when he pushed deep inside her once more before his own orgasm hit. He groaned and grunted, spilling hot and deep inside of her, holding on to her trembling thighs as he did and weakly thrusting until he was too spent to go on.
With a little wince on both sides, he pulled out, his trembling arms still carrying Hermione till he could lay her down on the bed and plop down next to her.
Hermione, for her part, slowly felt the calm after pleasure and absolute satiation ebb away to make room for silent shock. As if it wasn't bad enough that she'd just had sex with Malfoy, Draco Malfoy of all people – a fact her teenage self would hate her for – she'd also just slept with her quasi-boyfriend's best friend, and one of her clients. She could feel him sit up and she knew he was saying something, probably making some crude remark, if she knew him at all, but she couldn't hear him over the ringing in her ears.
A hand gripped her shoulder and started shaking her, albeit a little roughly, the same rough hands she'd just allowed to touch her all over. And while she was grateful they shook her from her momentary stupor, they did nothing to calm her down. "Don't touch me," she hissed and batted Malfoy's hand away, pushing herself up and off the bed. She didn't turn around, didn't want to see Malfoy's smug smirk as she picked up her underwear and pulled it up her legs, not caring that their mixed juices dripping out of her would ruin the delicate fabric.
"Don't act like some innocent flower the fiend I am tarnished. You asked me to-"
"I know what I asked. Doesn't make me feel any better about it, funnily enough."
Malfoy was quiet as she continued to dress, then braced herself with a deep breath before she turned to face him.
"This can never leave this room. Ever. You have to swear you won't tell anyone."
His face was unreadable as he considered her quietly for a minute. When he finally nodded, just a curt dip of his head, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you. Uhm, I... I should go. Oh, and..." She bit her lip anxiously, already half-turned towards the door. "I recommend looking into other therapists for Scorpius. I'm not sure I can continue our sessions."
Malfoy's mask fell, replaced by a confused and distressed expression. Hermione heard him call out her name, but she ignored him as she made a dash to the patio and turned on the spot, breaking down the second her feet hit the hardwood floor in the hallway of her home.