A/N: I own nothing but an overactive imagination.
More smut.
Mine
Hermione's eyes fluttered open to the sound of her name and a soft caress of her face.
"Granger," it was barely a whisper, "Granger, are you still with me?"
She sat up too quickly, and the room spun around her. She lifted her hand to her head as she willed the wooziness away. There was a soft kiss on her shoulder, and she realized exactly where she was, and who she was with.
She was still naked, but no longer laying at the foot of her bed. Malfoy must have moved her. But when?
"What happened?"
A soft chuckle. "You passed out."
"I what!?" She thought back, trying to remember feeling dizzy or faint, but all she remembered was sheer ecstasy, and she blushed crimson.
Malfoy had been sitting on the side of her bed, but now moved behind her, peppering her back and shoulder with kisses as he wrapped one arm posessively around her waist.
"That was probably my fault, but you look so beautiful when you cum." He began sucking on her neck, and she felt the heat of her blush spread down her chest. "And you taste divine."
She tried to reign in her emotions, to ignore the heat that was again pooling in her abdomen. She rubbed her thighs together and felt the sticky residue of her own juices still lingering between them.
"I-I've never," she paused. "It's never been like that before." He pulled her closer to him, so her back was flush against his chest, and she sighed. The embrace was warm, comforting, grounding after such a high. He seemed to know exactly what she needed.
"Never?" The words echoed in her ear before he pulled her lobe between his teeth.
"Never."
"Pity. But how convenient that you now have the chance to make up for lost time." His other arm wrapped around her, and his hand moved to her clit once more, stroking it lightly.
She winced, her entire body tightening in his arms. It was tender. Very tender, and this time the pain far outweighed the pleasure.
He removed his hand immediately and sighed against the back of her neck. "Another time though. Tonight, you need to rest."
He stood to leave, but she spun around on the bed and grabbed his hand. Malfoy stopped, looking down as her fingers laced with his own, before meeting her eyes. They were soft and bright, and in that instant, she knew what she wanted. She wanted to make him feel the way he had made her feel. Wanted to touch him, to feel him shiver and to hear him moan her name.
"Wait." His head cocked to one side, and his lips parted to speak, but she crawled across the bed and placed a finger to his mouth. He didn't move.
She trailed that finger down his lips, his chin. Across his chest and abdominal muscles, until it met his belt with a clank. His eyes widened a fraction, but he didn't speak. Still didn't move.
Withdrawing her other hand from his, she began undoing his belt, breathing in slowly and deeply, calming her nerves. She wanted to touch him, to feel him, but she wasn't confident in her abilities.
She had used her hands on Ron before, but never for very long. Just a few minutes and then he was either done, or ready for the main event. Could she make this as good for Malfoy as he had made it for her?
Lavender always joked all a wizard needed was a little friction between his legs and he could get off, but Ginny disagreed. She said it was all about the experience, intimate touches and kisses that made sex so good for both parties.
She undid the buttons of his trousers and hooked her fingers into the top. One final breath, and she looked up and into Malfoy's eyes again. They had darkened, and his posture was rigid, restrained.
Before she could overthink it, she pulled his trousers down in one swift motion, and gasped as his length sprung free. Her jaw dropped as she took in the sight of him.
He was larger than Ron. Thicker too, but what she noticed most was the sheer pale smoothness of him. Damn Malfoy, even his cock was beautiful!
She reached forward, gripping him firmly, a familiar feel of steel wrapped in silk. She ran a thumb over his weeping head, and felt his heart speed up through her grip on him.
Slowly, timidly, she began to pump him, marveling at the weight of him in her hand. She hoped she was doing this right, and when a hand rested gently on her head, she looked up at him with wide questioning eyes.
"Gods, Granger." He moaned, and she beamed up at him. A since of pride and determination filling her chest.
She maintained eye contact, and moved her other hand to cup his balls, rolling them in her palm. His mouth, which had been parted slightly, snapped shut with a hiss as his eyes began to roll back behind his lids.
She worked him faster now, all the while massaging, rolling, and tugging gently at his sack. His breath was becoming erratic now, and he ran a hand through his blonde locks, causing parts to stand on end.
She drank in the sight of him, his pants and moans fanning the flame of her own desire. Desire for him. Desire to make him come undone.
Without much thought, she leaned forward and planted a wet kiss to the top of his cock and watched as his eyes shot back down to her. They flashed dark and deep, and she slowed the movement of her hand, her tongue darting out to taste him.
This was something she had never done before. But her friends had told her how much men loved it, and oddly enough, how much they loved doing it for their men.
She licked her lips, and then leaned forward again, pressing the head of his cock past her lips and into the warm cavern of her mouth. She had only been able to take in the first few inches of him, but Hermione was never one to do anything partway.
She began pumping her hand again, moving it slowly between her lips and the small patch of blonde curls at his base. As she did so, she practiced breathing through her nose, relaxing her jaw, and was able to take him in further, inch by inch. Her entire focus was on his engorged member, touching it, caressing it, encasing it in the heat of her mouth as Malfoy's legs began to shake.
A wave of pride welled up within her when she realized Malfoy was cursing under his breath, eyes clenched tightly shut, and the hand on her head was now gripping her hair.
Feeling emboldened by his reactions to her mouth on him, she began to withdraw, sucking him, hallowing her cheeks as she went, before releasing him with a pop, and a strained whimper filled the air.
She stretched her jaw, watching as his cock twitched with need in front of her. She felt strong, powerful, being able to cause such desire within him. She no longer merely wanted to bring him pleasure, she needed to.
Hermione remembered the way she felt when she caused his mask to break, to shatter before him, allowing her to see his face fully without the arrogant Malfoy pride. He was beautiful then, even when that mask had been replaced with rage.
He told her she was beautiful. How would he look as he fell apart, as she made him fall, to break into a million pieces under her touch?
She took him back in her mouth, as far as she could, in one swift movement, before bobbing her head. It was an awkward angle from her seat on the bed, so she brought her hands to Malfoy's thighs and slowly pushed against him, directing him to take a step back. He complied, and she dropped to her knees. This was much better, she thought, and she sped up her pace.
Malfoy had begun his string of whispered curses again, but she longed to hear his voice, longed to know how she was making him feel. She experimented with her movements, pressing her tongue to the large vein, moving her head this way and that.
His hands went to her hair, gripping it firmly, helping to guide her at the pace he liked, but he never pushed her too far or held her too tight, his strangled moans encouraging her as she swallowed him greedily.
She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and his restraint snapped.
"Fuck, Granger!" he growled and began thrusting his hips to meet her lips. "Such a hot little mouth. It feels fantastic." His words washed over her, and she drank in his praise. "You've got the perfect mouth for fucking. Do you like it? Granger? I bet you do. I bet you love me fucking your pretty little mouth?"
She couldn't stop to reply, even if she wanted to. His hands were tangled in her hair, forcing her head to meet the thrust of his hips. His cock hit the back of her throat, and she had to remind herself to breathe through her nose. But he was right, she loved it. He was losing all control, and it was her doing. She hummed her agreeance around his cock, causing him to moan at the vibrations.
"Gods!" he grit out. "Have you ever done this before?" A hummed nuh-uh, and his thrusts sped up. "Do that again," he growled, and she hummed again. "You'll be the death of me, Granger, but not before I sink my cock deep into that perfect pussy."
She moaned, closing her eyes and imagined how he would feel inside her. "Look at me!"
Tears were pricking at her eyes. She thought he must be close though, so she looked up to him, head bobbing up and down his length, tears spilling at the corner of her eyes, saliva and his pre-cum coating her lips.
"Fuck!" He growled, biting his lip as he continued to fuck her mouth." He looked down at her, dark eyes swirling with lust, the lines of his face tight with concentration as he reached for his release.
"Beautiful!" he choked out, and his hips surged forward, forcing every inch of his member into her mouth, his hand holding her head in place until her lips brushed the curls at the base of his cock. He held her there, cock partway down her throat, and she couldn't breathe, but in that moment, she wasn't sure that she needed to.
Malfoy's face was contorted into a look of perfect ecstasy. His eyes closed tightly, biting his lip so hard it began to bleed. But an instant later she felt his balls tighten, his cock pulsed, and he released her head. She pulled back slightly, breathing in through her nose as she felt the hot liquid squirt across her tongue.
She held him in her mouth for a moment. Such an odd, salty taste, but it wasn't bad, so she swallowed, licking his cock clean as she pulled her lips off of him.
She leaned back, sitting on her heels, her back pressed into the frame of the bed. Her head buzzed and she watched Malfoy. His knees were shaky, weak, and he leaned forward to grab the post of her bed to steady himself.
She massaged her throat with her hand as Malfoy attempted to control his breathing. He knelt down in front of her, wiping the tears from her cheeks with his thumb before leaning forward to kiss her, and she tasted the salt of his perspiration on his lips.
He pulled away slowly, wrapping his arms around her waist and legs, lifting her up before depositing her gently on the bed.
Her eyes felt heavy, her body weak, and she turned on her side, drawing her legs up. She needed to sleep, but she didn't want him to leave. Not yet. She didn't want to lose this moment. "Stay with me," she spoke softly. And she felt the bed dip as he crawled in behind her.
"Mine," he whispered as he stroked her hair.
"Yours," she spoke back before sleep finally overtook her.