Chapter 34

Draco's hands on her face held her lips to his as he began to move in and out of her, just as painfully slow as when he entered her. It was a strange sensation, to love and hate something as much as she did his pace. Where it felt like she could already come at the languid strokes of his cock gently teasing every spot within her, she also wanted him to hit those places faster and harder. She wanted to know what it would feel like for Draco to ravish her while she lay beneath him, just like he'd done with his mouth.

The Gryffindor was not usually one for patience, even though she'd found herself pretty good at it from time to time. She managed to keep it together, to not demand anything from him, which she found she didn't regret in the slightest. His attentive touch built her up, and dragged her pleasure upward in spite of herself.

The Slytherin sat up on his knees while continuing to move in and out, dragging his hands down from her face, down her neck, and to the still sensitive buds of her nipples, lightly pinching and tweaking them in time with his thrusts. She moaned even louder as she began to feel strong ripples of pleasure throughout her body. They were all landing in her center, causing her to clench her walls even tighter around him, and the more she did so, the faster he moved.

She swore more then than any other time in her life, because sex had never felt so good or right before. He knew what to do to push her sexual buttons; teasing her nipples, biting her neck; held her down, still, with his hands on her hips; used his thumb to apply pressure to her clit, which nearly undid her multiple times over. Once he even grabbed her by the nape of her neck, lifting her head so that they could look each other in the eyes as he fucked her, the witch unable to look away from his molten stare until he grabbed her up in his arms to set her against the high back of the couch. He started shagging her into it so hard she couldn't even see straight. She was biting her lip so hard she was afraid she'd taste blood soon, and her nails were sunk into his back, threatening to draw blood of their own, right above where her legs were locked around his hips.

She was begging for him not to stop. It was gibberish to her in the vacuum of pleasure. All she knew was that she was saying "please", "yes", and "Draco". Especially "Draco".

"Merlin, Hermione," he gasped into her ear. He was pounding into now, pushing her further up into the cushions at a speed that had her crying out at every thrust. "I'm coming."

"Yes!" she moaned, the words shooting even more pleasure through her body at the thought of him reaching his own climax. "Come, Draco. Come for me."

The sound of his flesh smacking into hers became faster, more frantic, and wetter as he spilled into her, and she found the sound so erotic that she came once more, squeezing down onto him as she did so.

They fell over onto the settee in a sweating, sticky heap, side by side, the pair breathing heavily as the world came back to them. They held each other close as the cool air settled on their skin, Draco running his hand over her hair, and Hermione leaving small kisses on his chest.

Hermione snuggled close into the warm body beside her, still asleep enough that it wasn't odd that she wasn't sleeping alone. It was comforting, the embrace of the arm around her loving. When she began to come to, she cracked one eye open long enough to see that she had spent the night in the arms of Draco Malfoy.

Closing her eye, she allowed a smile to take over her face as she cuddled closer into him, pulling the blazer he'd transformed into a blanket up over her shoulder before placing her hand on his chest, rubbing the muscles there appreciatively. Memories of their night together and the soreness between her legs caused her smile to stay put, even when she was seconds from falling back to sleep. But impending slumber was interrupted by Draco groaning deeply and shifting, the man bringing his hand up to grab the one on his chest and squeeze it.

"Good morning," he said in a voice gruff with sleep.

"Good morning," she answered, opening her eyes slower this time.

She looked up at him, and he smiled down at her, and she grinned as she pulled herself up to kiss him. He returned the kiss, readily, turning into her and wrapping both of his arms around her. She did the same to him the best she could, holding him to her so tightly; as if neither ever wanted to let go.

The kiss ended too soon in Hermione's opinion, not even caring that she could hardly breathe, and despite feeling him grow hard against her stomach, he said, "I'm famished."

"Should we get breakfast, then?" She asked. She was hungry too, for many things, but she figured she should eat first for the sake of having the energy to shag him endlessly later.

"Yes. And then… studying?" He offered.

"Oh, no. No studying," she said. He looked at her quizzically, as if the sound of her denying a chance to study caused him worry. "I…" she paused, because she wasn't sure what his answer would be, but went on anyway. "I am the only eighth year female in Gryffindor. Which means I have my own dorm. We should go there after breakfast."

A slow smirk grew on his face, and he said, "Sounds brilliant." She smiled at him, relieved. He returned it, and pulled her in for another long kiss.