Note: Working on this chapter with my friend was actually really fun to do, so, I'm hoping that you guys can get some type of excitement out of this one. Because the next chapters won't be so pretty, then again, the next couple of chapters won't be. They get a little... intense. AGAIN, I do apologize that some of the chapters have been short. Along with any mistakes. I'm by any means not perfect. It was also hard to put mine and hers work together.
The door to his bedroom opened slowly, his blonde head peaked around the room to see if there was any sign of Hermione. Which in this case, there wasn't but he stepped through the doorway and closed it behind him. Draco pulled his wand out, aiming it at the door to cast a silent 'Muffliato' and 'Colloportus.' Once he was done, he sat his wand at the edge of his nightstand next to his bed, lowering his eyes to the bathroom door, "Hermione." He coldly blurted out, "I believe we have to finish our talk."
Hermione had just been about to leave the bathroom as Draco came in, muffling the sound in the bedroom. As such as well as drying her hair with a towel, she didn't realize he was in there. Right as his gaze happened to fall on the bathroom door, she opened to exit. The towel was over her head, one hand roughing at her damp hair, but the rest of her was naked as a lark, her skin soft and pink from the heat of the shower. She pulled the towel off, her damn auburn locks falling around her bare shoulders. Only then did she see Draco.
When she stepped out of the bathroom, he wasn't even expecting her to be completely naked and he couldn't stop his eyes from wandering at her bare skin, naked and open. Nor did he think he wanted to stop himself from looking, she looked soft and warm. He hadn't meant for his first time seeing her naked to be an embarrassment to herself, or him. But not that he had seen her, he tasted her on his tongue without actually having tasted her down below.
She shrieked, hopping in startled surprise and dropping the towel. "Oh! Oh my- What are you-? Never mind!" She quickly bent at the knee, picking the towel up and holding it to her chest, letting it cover her front well enough. Never mind that they had almost hopped in the sack, her cheeks burned red with embarrassment at the unexpected exposure. "I though you went downstairs to eat!" She exclaimed, flustered.
The tips of his ears grew a bit red, thankful for his blonde strands that covered it from being seen. "I-" He cleared his throat, "I said we were to finish our talk before Pansy rudely stepped in." He stated as he took a couple steps closer to her. A hand came up to the back of her neck, the pads of his fingers pressed firmly into her nape as he backed her up to his desk. She was much smaller beneath him, so small that it aroused him, and the erection had grown tight against his dress pants.
Despite herself, Hermione smirked. "Oh, a talk? Is that what she interrupted, Draco Malfoy?" She used his full name to tease him. As his hand gripped behind her neck, her fingers loosened just enough that the towel dropped down her body to puddle on the floor, forgotten.
His free hand came up to her hip with a tight grip and did his best to lift her on top the desk after moving the stuff from it. Draco lowered his head to look as though he were going to kiss her lips, but instead they were pressed firmly to her jawbone, grazing his teeth along until his lips came to her earlobe.
Before she knew what was happening his hands were on her bare hips, lifting her up. Her arse, still damp and warm, pressed against the cold wood of his desk, sending a shiver up her spine. Her lips parted, dazed and bewildered, as his face lowered to hers, only for his teeth to graze her jawline.
He chuckled in the mass of Grangers damp hair, his eyes opened momentarily and looked through his eyelashes just to see the curls start to form. "Yes, our talk." He mumbled against her neck, nipping the pulse and kissing the junction crook between her neck and shoulder. She was warm, but he felt hotter.
Her breathing deepened once more as he continued to kiss her neck and jaw, her head moving this way and that; at times giving better access, others pressing against his head. Her hands continued to grip his arms and shoulders, and small sounds and moans kept escaping her lips. It felt wonderful, and once more she found herself growing more aroused.
"I need to warn you, princess." He muttered, "I won't be gentle." He whispered soft breath of words mere inches away from her ear, taking in the scent of her hair, it smelt of vanilla.
A gasp broke from her lips, her eyes fluttering closed as his hands wandered her body. "Gentle? Wh- Draco I don't—" Her thoughts fled her, and instead she gave the softest of moans, her hands shakily rising to grip his shoulders.
Draco pulled his head back to look into her coffee-colored eyes with a playful grin, then lent his head into her, pressing his lips against hers for a moment, a moment that felt it had lasted longer than usual.
But her voice stopped him in his tracks, what was he doing? Usually when getting himself into situations he would ask for permission, was what they did earlier not the invitation he needed? Why did it seem like this, wasn't something she wanted?
"Er. Sorry." Draco muttered while backing up, he bent down to pick up the towel that she had dropped and tossed it to her. His hands fell into the sunken pockets of his raven trousers, "Don't get use to me doing this, you know us Malfoy's and our pride, but I feel like this is needed in order to move passed everything," He paused for a moment before turning on his feet to his nightstand.
Then, too soon, it was interrupted as he stepped back. Her eyes opened slowly, barely registering as the towel was tossed into her lap. Her hands raised slowly to push a few damp locks from her eyes as she tried to focus on what he was saying.
He picked up his wand in hand, "I'm still getting use to this- to you, another Hermione from another universal reality, but somewhere in there – in front of me you are still mine. So, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for how I have treated you, I'm stubborn, and a downright prat at times." He apologized to the best of his abilities. Which was why he reminded her not to get used to it, it was a rare thing that the Malfoy's did, was apologize.
Draco was... apologizing?
A small smile crept across her lips. She forgave him, of course, and she hadn't been too easy to handle either. But for now, here she sat, naked to him, and he had done quite well to raise her blood. "I'm sure I can look past it," she said, beckoning him back over.
Look past it? Hermione Granger, look past everything that they argued about today? Some reason he couldn't see her moving past it, she didn't seem to care how different things were now. One minute; she was in her world and with Ron Weasley, the next minute she's under the arm of Draco Malfoy, someone whom gone to great measures of treating her badly in her world and becoming a – a Death Eater? Yet, here she was wandering past all of it and wanting to let it go. Things were truly different, he was even completely confused by everything and still trying to wrap his head around it. He knew somewhere inside of her? Hermione was still there because she was her.
"But make it up to me anyways?" She pushed the towel from her lap, tauntingly keeping her thighs closed. "Only, gentle. At least to start." She bit her lip, looking to him shyly. "I've never done this before."
Complicated as hell.
'Make it up to me anyways.' Were the words that drove him back to her, he took it in, his very blood boiled beneath his skin and his muscles tensed at the excitement of his own arousal and her taunting ways of moving the towel away from her.
Gentle at first.
Since she had never done this. Draco didn't know if he'd even have the bollocks to take her precious flower, how had she not done it before? Not even with the Weaselby? But she was okay with him... being the first? Being the first to touch her places, to drive her body under his own will, and make her wildest desires come to life.
Gentle, Draco, gentle. You need to be gentle at first. Okay? Until she's ready.Draco took a couple of minutes with his eyes playing over her skin, every inch of her beautiful smooth looking sun-kissed skin all while rolling his sleeves up. He took a couple steps across the short distance from his nightstand to where his desk – where she was. His hands came up to the sides of her face with a quick, gentle caress before leaning his head down to press his lips against hers gently.
She couldn't help but blush, and feel a little shy, as his eyes wandered her body. Not really her body, but the Other's. Hermione was beginning to understand how things worked, and perhaps what was going on in the other side of the mirror. Poor Ron and Harry must be going just as mad as Draco was. This Draco. Her Draco.
Her mind was divided though she was coming together bit by bit, but this body she was in wasn't the one she had known. It was familiar to Draco, and the other her, but things were still odd about it. A small scar above her right breast where she had fallen as a child. Odd patches of freckles she had never had dotting across her chest. Even the soft mound of her sex, shaved smooth where she had always just neatly trimmed before...
Her skin knew this Draco's touch, even if it had never gone very far, and she turned over her senses to that familiarity. Her hope – a mad hope, perhaps – was that this would shock her into one person. Whether that meant she stayed here, or everything was put right. Only, she wasn't sure what was right anymore, and if she even wanted to leave. Ron had never been this passionate, and she was quite sure he'd be clumsier than tender.
As Draco stepped forward, her hand trembling ever so slightly lifted to slide across his chest. She didn't pull his shirt off just yet, but simply took her time feeling him. Her attention was pulled up as his hands went to her face, lifting her eyes to meet his before his lips brushed and pressed to hers. It was that tender motion that urged her on, and one hand left his body to join his, pulling it from her face to bring it down towards her lap as she scooted her thighs apart to make room.
His hands were like weapons on any other occasion, they were rough and not so loving. There was a part of him that didn't want to be so gentle, that part being his mind. Of all the times they have come close to shagging it either got interrupted or Hermione backed out last minute. Which, in the end he wasn't mad about but at the time after she had gone through so much work just to get him worked up, he went selfish. His heart, and soul were telling him, pushing him to be gentle with her, to bring passion to the table and love her like she was glass. He would take his time, and even prepare himself for if she were to back out.
Though he watched her as her hand trembled up to his chest, her hands were warm but a tad clammy and he could tell that she was nervous. For someone's first time, you'd think they'd want to save it for the one and this case, in her world the Weaselby would be the one. But oddly, she was wanting it with him? Out of all people, him; the other one who bullied her, amongst everything else.
Draco's chest raised, expanding with each shaky breath that slipped out of his mouth, his skin growing warm around her touch and across its plane. He allowed her to feel each, every part of his chest. Despite wearing a shirt, she had managed to slip her fingers over a jagged scar on the right side of his rib cage from his first time being thrown into the Bludger Room. He had been so badly injured with a broken rib that broke through his skin. He had a couple other miscellaneous scars, but couldn't remember how'd he got them. He just knew that her, being curious of them will be brought to attention later, and she'll ask about them.
Because she'd want to know every story behind each one, like she'd be able to seep her way into his skin, know more of him and who he was.
His lips were pressed to hers, with each intertwine of their lips, he allowed his warmth to wash over her in a way to comfort her almost in ways she hadn't felt before. It had taken him by surprise when she grabbed his hand from her face, and brought it to her inner thigh where he had a moment to pull away and stare intently with a deep, piercing look. Grey stormy clouds danced in his eyes, the fog of lust playing about while he watched her, scanning over her features.
"Are you sure about this?" His voice was soft, and caring yet partially stern.
His hand brushed along the very tender most area of her thighs, sending fire through her body in an electric shock and causing her to gasp sharply. He pulled away, and for a moment Hermione was afraid he thought he had hurt her. A concern proven silly when he asked if she was sure about this.
Her eyes opened slowly to meet his, tiny flecks of green showing in her eyes, turning them a soft hazel. She remembered all the times she had backed away, and while she had seen the frustration in his eyes, he had never pressed it. Never forced her. She and Ron had never gotten this far, she'd never let him even get a feel in. And for all the time that she had saved him and Harry from certain death, Draco had saved her life instead. From Ron and Harry.
She swallowed hard, her heartbeat thundering in her chest and her breaths coming quickly. Hermione nodded, two short shakes of her head that dropped a lock of amber hair to tumble over her eye. "Yes," she finally answered huskily, "I think I finally am..." If they were to die, and they very likely would, she wanted to have this one moment of bliss. And if she was to find a way back to her own wretched reality, she wanted to remember this Draco in every way possible.
Her hand was still on his, nestled between her heated and moistening thighs. Her eyes remained fixed on his, forests to thunderstorm, as she drew his fingers closer to her. Her brow knitted and her eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan slipping from her parted lips as his fingers brushed up against her eager folds. Only then did her hand leave his, gripping the edge of the desk and letting him go forward all his own.
Draco's expression was softer than it had been in the previous times. Only because he had prepared himself for her backing out, he prepared for the things that he knew had happened before. Yeah, he's had flings with a few witches somewhere along the years before they started dating, when she'd give him mixed signals. So, he was experienced, but barely any experience with being gentle. At times, he can be soft, other times he'd taken control of the reigns.
With how silent it was in his bedroom, their panted breathes, and thundering of hearts could be heard. That's why he called her out on it, on if she was sure about this. He'd rather have things be done when she was ready, not because he wanted it. Her safety came first, and he'd sworn to her that he'd go to the ends of the earth just to protect her from whatever came his, or her way.
A brow arched as the other one knitted into it, "Are you shore?" He questioned her, even if she felt like she was finally ready. Though maybe it was his own thoughts getting in the way, because now she was guiding his hand up her thigh more, up until his fingers met her wet, glistening folds. Draco drew in a breath upon feeling such, had he really gotten her this wet? Is this what he does to women?
His fingers turned, as the pads of his middle and forefinger rubbed against her pearl with gentle circular motions and back-to-back, from the sides. His gray, stormy hues lifted to peak through his eyelashes at her face. Watching the way her expressions would shift against his touch. And the noises, Merlin, the noises that slipped her mouth were something divine to his ears. It was pulling him in, seeing her like this, like she had been waiting for him to take her.
Draco's breathing picked up, but his mouth remained partially parted. Allowing his fingers to remain the rubbing motions until he slid further down, between her folds and entered the tips of his finger, the middle one perse, with his palm turning slowly to face up. He raised his head just by a little to look into her eyes, swimming in the colors of their hues, giving a look as if he were saying with his eyes, 'are you ready?'
She inhaled deeply as his fingers explored and teased her, the fire in her burning hotter. Hermione's head tilted back, and it was a few moments before she noticed she was holding her breath. She let it out in a soft but deep moan, her hips scooting forward as she spread her thighs wider, giving him better access.
Her hand at his chest slid up to his shoulder, pulling him towards her as her other hand gripped tighter at the wood. She didn't see his cautionary look; her eyes had already closed as her head leaned back again. Her chest heaved with deep breaths. Her hair swept across her face, fluttering out as she moaned and panted softly at his touch.
How had she never let him do this? If she had known how blissful this would feel, she wouldn't have been so afraid. But Pansy had insisted that it hurt, at least the first time. Hermione couldn't imagine how, or why; the only hurt she felt was that they weren't closer. Her legs lifted from the desk a little, wrapping around Draco's and hooking just behind his knees. Her hand held tight to his shoulder, her fingertips pressing in as she leaned further back, pushing her hips closer to his hand.
Of course, Draco Malfoy was enjoying this exploration of Hermione. He hadn't even allowed himself to fetch his breath since he'd delved into her folds. That fog of lust swirled more in his stormy eyes, there was much more there that meets the eyes. Draco had to focus on his breathing, and keeping himself calm instead of forcing himself inside her, if he had it his way, he'd be doing just that. Surprisingly, he had some human decency inside.
When her hand reached for his shoulder, he leaned into it and allowed her to grip as tight as she wanted when she needed. He even brought himself closer to her, and the heat from below radiated against his hand and further up his arm. Granted he wasn't inside her; this moment was pure bliss. To be able to touch her, hear her moans of pleasure, and small gasps of desire.
The blonde felt her legs cuffed just behind his knees in a needy way to pull him closer to her. Merlin! She was driving him wild with her wants, like she was hungry for more and of course he, too, was as well. His breathing had deepened, a small groan revved in his throat and slipped through his parted mouth. His erection pulsed and twitched beneath his pants, as the blood flowed down to that vicinity.
After a couple of seconds of keeping the tips of his fingers at her entrance, he decided to just continue forward after being caught up in his thoughts. Driving his finger in more, allowing her walls to curve and cave around them the more he went in until the tip of his middle finger met her sweet spot, but as of right now it were her precious flower, he was the cherry at the top. A flower that's just about to bloom for the first time.
Draco's dreamy gaze travelled down the front of her body, and down her perfectly shaven mound to where his fingers were, where he'd pull them in and out with ease and care. Satisfying her need for gentle to the best of his abilities, even if it were hard in the end, he was granted that it would be worth it.
Years of riding horses, not to mention broomsticks, had ensured for Hermione that this moment would be pure bliss. Of course, she didn't know this. To her fogged mind, Pansy had simply been wrong. As Draco's fingers moved deeper into her, she moaned deeper, crying out loudly as his finger hit her spot, her fingers digging into his shoulder as her eyes flew open wide. Her back arched, her breasts pushing taut nipples higher into the air in her ecstasy.
Hermione's legs tightened around his, her thighs squeezing around his hand before loosening again. "Draco," she gasped, "there!" She had been built up gradually, climbing her hill slowly and steadily. But with that on electric touch, he had thrown a rope around her and pulled her swiftly toward the summit.
His fingers didn't let up, they were still gentle on her, and of course being her first time and all, she was fairly tight. Her walls closed in on him, suffocating his fingers. Draco curved his finger just the slightest to get a better angle towards her sweet spot, the fully blossomed flower. The more he pulled them out and slid them back in, the wetter she got. Maybe it was him just all in the moment, but her gripping his shoulder made a gasp slip out and not out of pain. It felt good, and it was pleasure for him, as much as it was for her.
He lowered his head slowly to her chest when her back perfectly arched against the daylight, her silhouette looked astonishing in front of the light. Shadows casted all in the right areas, and left certain parts exposed brightly. Draco pressed his lips against her bare chest, trailing soft kisses up to her clavicle, to the junction along her shoulder and neck. Nipping the pulse, before pressing a kiss there as well.
As her thighs pressed into his hand, it had slowed his momentum by a hair until she reopened them enough. Even if he had to force them open. This time, he picked up speed instead of going slow paced. His head pulled back to graze his teeth along her jawbone with a soft kiss of a breath there against her skin.
Hermione didn't want this to end as quickly as she feared it would, but Draco certainly knew what he was doing, perhaps a little too well. Her breathing quickened as his fingers picked up the pace, ramming relentlessly against her sweet spot all while his lips and teeth dragged taunting pleasures at her neck and jaw.
Quick, breathless gasps and whimpers came with her erratic breathing, and soon her grip on the desk slipped, her hand breaking free from his shoulder as well as she fell back against the desktop. It dazed her for a moment, though that did little to quench the growing wildfire that raged around his fingers.
Her hips began to push back against his fingers and hand, moving in tandem with his movements. Hermione moaned louder, her back arching again as she reached over her head, using the other side of the desk for leverage as her hips rocked against his hand. Too fast, she felt it coming on too fast. But she was unable to stop it, nor did she want him to stop. She felt as though electricity was building up between her thighs, a thunderstorm quickly gathering and spreading up through her belly and chest, sparking at her nipples and sending pressure up her neck to her temples. Then the rain came.
In what felt like a clap of thunder, dots of light broke out across Hermione's vision. Her back arched as she screamed Draco's name – something she never thought she would do. Her hips bucked wildly, her thighs clenching around his hand as she came heavily around his fingers, the sweet wetness spreading across her thighs and dripping onto the desk. She continued to moan, almost sobbing, as his hand and fingers were held fast almost right at her spot. Each press and movement of his fingers send lightning flashing across her vision, but her thighs wouldn't let up as she orgasmed for the first time.
It felt a little like dying, but it was still absolute bliss.
There was a sweet mixture of him being gentle with the slow strokes inside of her, then there were the rough needy strong thrusts that tended to be a bit more on the aggressive side. In which case, her reactions were telling him without the words that he wasn't hurting her. Which was what mattered to him in the moment, usually he wouldn't care if she had ended up shagging with someone else, but since she hadn't? He couldn't hurt her, he made a vow to her that he'd protect her always, and if he hurt her at his own hands, sexually? Oh Merlin, he'd beat his own self up.
When she threw herself back and away from him, sprawling her body out with an arch that raised her breasts up just the slightest. It was mesmerizing just to see her like this. Hermione Granger whimpering drove him bloody mad and he didn't even know how he was able to contain himself, his erection was still clearly known and rubbed against his trousers when he leaned forward.
The hand he wasn't using on her raised and rested at her side, the pads of his fingers gripped into the oak wood desk just the slightest, and though his hand remained the same momentum, slowing and leaning less on the pressure just for her comfort.
Then what took him by surprise was her raising her hips and rocking them against his hand, the loud moans pleased his eardrums, they were like a song, a lullaby of sorts in his ears. His vision blurred too only her and nothing else, not even himself. His hand that gripped at the desk moved to her hip, and gripped there, helping her rock her hips against his hand as if it were his cock.
Draco's breathing had intensified by a tenfold when she started to moan and scream his name, he could feel her walls growing tighter around his fingers, a lot tighter then when he first entered her core, which slowed him down as she rode out her orgasm, thrusting his finger one more time up inside her. Just enough to hit that spot with a quick swift curve of his finger.
Of course, he completely expected her to close in on him again. He moaned out at her own pleasures and orgasm. It took him by surprise when he heard his own voice amongst her own, almost like he somewhere had hit a blissful oblivion with her without the need to come.
The pleasure became so great that Hermione forgot to breath for a moment, which was something that Draco had of course noticed. For a moment, a panic of worry came over him as he noticed. Had the moment been too harsh for her? Her mouth hung open, tears leaking down her eyes as his fingers pressed at her sweet spot one last time. Her hips rose, her thighs quivering violently around his hand.
Finally, she sucked in a gasping, deep breath. She collapsed limply to the desktop, panting deeply. Her chest heaved with each breath, her body slick with sweat. Her hands came up to press at her forehead; her mind was still reeling, and she couldn't seem to form coherent thoughts.
Her sex seemed to pulse against his hand in time with her heartbeat, her hips shifting every now and again with pent up energy. Eventually her hands dropped down to her small but still shapely breasts, sliding slowly down her body to her thighs as she let out a soft, shuddering moan.
Maybe it was the thrill of the ride from her first orgasm made by someone else entirely? He took that deep breath for her, since he had seemed to lost himself in his own tracks when she came. It's like, he held his breath for a second, but that second became to long as his breathes eventually came out shaky.
He allowed her to relax for just a couple of moments before moving his hand away from her sex, for a moment, he wondered how her first ever orgasm would taste, or just how she tasted in general. With that, he brought his hand up to view her wetness along his middle finger, almost in a way admiring what he had done for her without the need for anything done to him. Draco slowly slid the finger he had used on her inside his mouth, wrapping his lips around and pulled out with his tongue grazing along. Eyes fluttered close for just a couple of seconds.
Hermione stared up at the ceiling, still in a fevered daze. Her body still felt like she was a live wire, small trembles occasionally jittering along her limbs. She hadn't noticed Draco tasting his work, and if she did, she would have been mortified.
He pulled his finger out, "Mm." He hummed, "You taste quite delicious, Hermione." Which she did. There was a musky taste to it, a mix with sweetness much like that slight sweet taste that he absolutely loves in his green apples, accept she wasn't sour. She was the good part, the desert. Draco breathed heavily before taking a deep breath in.
At his remark though, her brow furrowed after a breath and her eyes shifted down to him. He had called her 'Hermione' against, not 'Granger', and it made her heart flutter.
"What?" She asked breathlessly, not understanding what he meant by the comment. Maybe he was talking about her kiss. For some reason she doubted that he drank it daily, but his had tasted like Absinthe to her. The tart bite of licorice, mellowed by sugar and as intoxicating as the alcohol. Yet her mouth didn't cooperate with her mind; all she was able to manage was a dumbfounded and dreamy smile, a hand leaving her hips to grasp for his as she replie, "You did too," just barely above a whisper.
"Would you like me to get some clothes for you while you take some time to relax?" He raised a brow, reaching his hand out to grab around her wrist to pull her up, hooking one of his arms underneath her legs, and bringing her hand to hook around his neck as he lifted her, his other hand coming to hold at the small of her back.
Then she was being lifted from the desk. Hermione gasped, pinpricks of sensation rushing down her back, arse and thighs as her skin pulled, having been held loosely to the polished wood surface by her sweat. Her head started to clear a little, the trembles and lust fog clearing to a sweet weariness. He carried her so effortlessly... her head leaned forward, resting against his neck as she let out a small laugh. "Clothes? Are you mad? I just need to catch my breath, Draco, I-"
Draco carried her to his bed, and laid her down to relax on a more comfortable place.
When he laid her on the bed, and pulled away from kissing her she had to force herself to swallow. This was really it, wasn't it? He had asked her – twice, she was fairly certain – if she was ready. Now she asked herself the very same question, but the answer was quick to come: of course, she was. Time and time again he had wanted to share this moment with her, and she had always backed down for one silly reason or another.
What would her parents think? What if their classmates found out? A brief fancy over Cedric Diggory of all people. Once she had almost dared him to take her in the girl's lavatory, but then that dreadfully prattish ghost had shown up and teased them away.
But now he had hooked her not taken her fully, yet, and he had done so with such care and caution that Hermione thought he feared she would break. She knew she could stand whatever he threw at her – Merlin's beard, she had fought off the other Malfoy's father and half a dozen Death Eaters, surrounded by dangerous artifacts and magics – and she wasn't foolish or naïve enough to think she would be his first. But she did have the intention of being his first meaningful experience. She didn't even want to call it a shag; that was too coarse. Then the realization – no, the memory – hit her.
The other Hermione had loved Draco. Quite a bit, and almost as much as he loved her. She was only afraid that he would eventually grow bored of her, or worse just drop her all together, when he learned what she had learned just the summer before: she wasn't Pureblood, she was adopted. Born to two muggles and put up for foster after a horrible auto accident. The history was still yet fuzzy to Hermione, but the attachment to Draco was felt strong enough; the desire to be noticed and loved by a real family of clout and culture. Then, of course, the whole world had gone mad, and that desire turned to desperate attachment from fear of loss.
"I can also get you a cloth and towel to wash yourself off so you aren't feeling uncomfortable." He mentioned, pulling his hands back to his side and straightening up his posture to stare down at her. Turning on his heel, grabbing his wand and banishing the mess on his desk.
Suppose the only reason why Draco was so hesitant with letting himself have her right then and there, simply because he didn't want her to regret having done it with him when she goes back, if she does that is. He didn't want this one thing, that they do and share together be the reason why she doesn't go back to the world where she came from – and knows better than this one. He was worried that she may want to stay here after all, no matter the consequences, or other things. Not that he would mind or anything, but since he was getting attached to this Hermione it of course, would be hard to let her walk away.
These thoughts came to her in the briefest of bursts, and her brow furrowed a little as he suggested a washcloth for her. Her head was clearer, and she turned to face him with an incredulous look. "What?" She let out a small, still breathless laugh. "I'm not... What about you?" She grabbed his shirt, pulling him down to the bed and closer to her. "We're not finished here, Draco Malfoy. There are still a couple things I – we – need to talk about. Starting with this dreadful shirt..."
His brow slowly raised, gray eyes landing on the naked witch laying on his bed but lifted herself to reach her arms up. Pulling him onto the bed, and into her. "Oh? This shirt is not at all dreadful, I would not have spent galleons on my wardrobe if it had been 'dreadful' as you say." He explained.
She smirked, her hands sliding beneath the lower hem of his shirt, up his abdomen and along his chest until over his shoulders, lifting the shirt up and over his head. Hermione wanted to feel him against her, with her, in her. She brought a hand up to the side of his face, her lips pressing to his as she lost herself once again in him. They were no longer children, and she was no longer a total stranger. Those worlds were ending, and she wanted to end them with a bang.
Hermione rolled her eyes at Draco actually thinking she thought his shirt was awful. She didn't bother explaining the tease, that it had been him wearing it that made it dreadful. Her eyes drank in his physique as she removed the shirt, and she almost forgot to toss it aside. Yet if his not understanding her coyness or perhaps she was just terrible at pillow talk – hadn't threatened the moment, his worrying almost did.
Draco raised both his brows for a moment since he hadn't really caught along to what she exactly meant, but figured towards the end with her reaction that it was a joke. That it was more of a metaphor to get it off of him. He too, had to roll his eyes at that. How daft could he of been in that moment? He had more brains than that, but maybe since his head was so into the moment with her that he may have lost some brain cells somewhere along the lines.
Brow furrowing when her hands slid up his chest and down his arms after removing his shirt. "You are certain about this? You won't be able to take it back once, well, we're done..." He whispered, searching her eyes or facial expression to see if anything changes.
She playfully slapped his chest, biting her lip at the firm feel of it before going on. "Oh stop it, Draco Malfoy!" Full name for effect. "If I wasn't sure, I wouldn't be lying under your...well, impressive form..." Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as her eyes drifted along his muscles, defined but not disgustingly so. It took quite a bit of willpower for her to bring her eyes up to meet his.
He chuckled when she slapped his chest and chirped his fully name to its effect. His brow raised as his tongue grzed the straight edges of his teeth, his eyes peaked down at his form, "This, Hermione, is what you have been missing out on." He teased, allowing his other hand to press at the side of her head to hold his upper body up, holding her gaze.
"I don't want you to regret this with me-" His eyes wandered over her face, trying to find his own sanity. But froze when her hand pressed to the side of his cheek, in a way he shuddered and he couldn't explain why he did. Maybe it was the fact of not being used to her touching him like this, usually he was the one who did the touching but he'd accept it for now.
"I love you Coney, but I'm not stupid." As lusty as she was, she didn't realize she had said those three words. The Big Three. They were said casually enough, but not as plainly as it would be toward a friend. Her hand lifted from his chest, caressing along his cheek, feeling the coarseness of stubble. "I know this is irreversible, and I don't care. I've had you wait enough, and it's time. Now."
Salazar Sake!His heart dropped to his toes when he heard those Three Words slip her mouth, including the nickname she had given to him. It's like she had literally sucked the air right from within. His gaze softened above hers, and his body that was tensed immediately relaxed into hers like mush. Merging into one. A faint pink raised to the surface of his cheeks as her hand moved to caress there, "Oh-" He muttered quietly which wasn't very audible, "I- I love you too..." His voice was quiet and gentle, much how he was to be with her.
When she kissed him, he didn't even have enough time to catch his breath. Draco's hand came to the side of her neck, while his thumb gentle brushed along her jawbone with feather like strokes. Pulling away just for a second to take a deep breath, waiting for the storms in his eyes to meet her milky warmth chocolate for some kind of relief, he was nervous, beyond nervous.
Now, a Draco Malfoy being nervous was a highly rare thing. But he didn't let that hold him back much longer; Draco delved into her lips once again, his thumb continuing those soft-feather like strokes as his head turned to the side to deepen the passionate; yet somewhere in there a hint of greedy, possessive touch lingered from the warmth of his lips. Bruising. His tongue twisted against hers, like a duel to the end.
As they kissed again, she let a soft moan escaped her lips to his. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders again, drawing him down to her. She moaned again at the sensation of his chest pressing to her breasts, her belly rising to brush against his abdomen. But then there was the cold press of his belt-buckle, cold against Hermione's heated flesh. She gasped from the brief shock, letting out a giddy and somewhat nervous giggle.
He took a deep breath in before pressing his lips deeper into hers, with that slight turn to allow his tongue to delve into her mouth and dance with her tongue, instead of it being an eager aggressive twirl, he was gentle with soft caresses of the tip against hers.
Her hands left his shoulders, moving down to undo his belt. She pulled it eagerly from the belt loops of his trousers, her lust-fevered fingers then fumbling with the zipper. "Oh, for heaven's..." She looked over, seeing her wand on the nightstand. Lucky. She snatched it up, aiming it at his pants. "Exua Braccas!" With a small snap of fabric, his clothing below the belt flew from his body, landing somewhere on the floor. It would seem that they would be torn and ruined, but thanks to the charm they'd be just fine.
He had to bite back his chuckle in when she had struggled to remove his bottoms because he knew sometimes that the belt, he wore could be a little hard to unbuckle at times. Once she used her wand to remove the rest of what he was wearing down below, being completely open for her to see.
Hermione, on the other hand, was somewhat frozen. She held to her wand, her eyes big like a kid in a candy store. Her lips were parted as she stared openly at his exposed form and open erection. Her mouth moved silently for a little bit before a small, "Oh," squeaked from her lips. She had known what to expect, of course, anatomically wise. But she hadn't expected the swarm of butterflies in her belly. Her eyes lifted slowly to him, her brow knitting together.
He wasn't expecting her to react the way she did, but then at the same time he did because it was her first time and he needed to understand that the best that he could. Though, he knew he was packing something she may felt like she wouldn't be able to handle.
"Remember Draco, gentle."
Draco nervously nodded, "Gentle." He worried his bottom lip for all of a second. Reaching his hand down to stroke his length which was already hard and ready, but as he was stroking, he could feel how sensitive he was since he had been worked up from her own release earlier on his desk. He slowly brought the tip of his cock to her pearl in a way to tease her, taking his precious time there for a couple seconds, more like a minute – or less, just enough to work her up. Then slid it down between her wet, slick folds and guided himself inside, slowly, allowing her to stretch comfortably against him so there wasn't any painful stretching.
"Remind me to slow, if needed, okay?"
Gods, this was harder than one would even imagine for someone who wasn't used to being gentle.
Hermione nodded as he told her to slow him if needed. Her breaths came in short, shuddering gasps as he teased around her entrance, and her hands once more went to his biceps. As he slowly pushed into her, she whimpered; it felt so much better than his fingers had. Firm, yet softer, and far warmer. Using his arms as support, she lifted her hips to meet his. Her back arched and a deep moan broke from her throat as her movement pulled him deeper into her. Her grip at his arms tightened, and her eyes closed as she tilted her head back.
It was nothing like Pansy had described. There was no pain, only blazing hot bliss as he drove deeper into her. She could feel his pulse, every twitch and throb. Goosebumps broke out along her arms as her nipples tightened. Hermione's head lowered back down, her lids opening halfway as she caught his gaze, nodding briefly to let him know to keep going.
When her hips rocked into his, it took him by surprise not only that but when she did that it had pushed him in more, which he was worried would hurt her for a moment as the grip of her hand at his biceps had tightened, a flicker of concern in his eyes as they remained on her to watch for any signs of discomfort. Seeing as though she was doing alright, he decided against the position that they were in. If he were to be gentle, maybe having their moment be a little more intimate? Which was something he usually wouldn't do, but it came to his mind once he had burried himself to the hilt.
Draco continued to push in just enough to where he'd met her flower, there was that odd 'popping' sensation against his cock that he hadn't felt with the women he'd fling with. Then again, now wasn't the time to think about that right? It just... felt different with her. He wasn't going to make this just some shag, since they both shared that they loved each other he was planning on making this moment special for her, all while being gentle because if there's a next time? Well, he won't be so gentle.
His hands gripped at the side of her arms while he pulled her up, letting his hands fall and arms curve around her waist to hold her close when he came up into a seated position on the bed. He continued with the gentle thrusts, feeling her deep within while her walls hugged tightly around his cock.
She gasped in pleasure as he brought them up to a sitting position, her legs moving to comfort around his hips. The movement pressed and plunged him into her deeper, bringing a long, deep moan from Hermione's lips. She clung tighter to him as they shifted, then brought her arms to wrap around his chest, her head nuzzling into his neck. Hermione inhaled as she moaned into him, taking in his sharp and clean scent. This bliss made her curse her past indecisiveness.
Both of their chests pressed together, as the beating of their hearts thundered together; he heard his own in his ears and his eyes became blurry for a couple of seconds, specks of stars could be seen whenever he'd close his eyes, and when he'd open them, meeting her gaze. Sharp groans rumbled at the base of his throat with each thrust, falling deeper into her lust, dreamy gaze.
Her hips began to rock and rotate around his cock, her thighs squeezing at his hips for leverage. She continued to moan sweetly into his neck, the sounds becoming more frequent as she began to rise and fall against his hips. She felt him growing hotter within her, pulsing and twitching. Hermione felt his urgency, built up while he had pleasured her on the desk. It urged her to quicken her movements, to satisfy him and find out what the end felt like.
Their lovemaking was indeed making him all worked up; more worked up then when he'd pleasured her on his desk, watching the way she'd arch her back and enjoy the delicious moans and heavy breathing that she did. She was a weakness to him, more that he had truly expected her to be. She brought him to the brink of a galaxy, the stars returned to his eyes and a tight buckling feeling was felt in his cock. He needed to slow, or he'd most likely blow and he wasn't particularly ready.
His chest raised and fell with each sharp gasp, or groan that rumbled in his throat. The feel of her smooth skin against his own, and her tightened nipples that felt as though it'd cut into his skin if it were something that were even at all possible. His silver strands of hair fell along his forehead, and in his eyes thankfully it didn't block him from seeing her even when she rested her head in the crook of his neck. His hands sprawled along her back, and the pads of his fingers gripped tightly.
Hermione's hands went back to his shoulders as she pushed him down to the bed, then slid down his chest to rest on his abdomen as she continued to gyrate her hips on top of him. Her eyes glazed heavily down at him, her lips parted as she panted and moaned, her breasts swaying and bouncing slowly with her movements.
That storm that raged in his eyes calmed, and instead of them being so gray and cold they dulled to a warm look as they glossed over with a dreamy look. He was taken by surprise when she pushed him back, and she rode him like this was to be their last time together, like this was the last of their lives in this world. Even though it wasn't the case.
Draco stumbled his hands down to her hips, there where he gripped into them and helped with her riding him. Pushing his hips up, and still managing to rock them with her. The way he was laying, had made his cock rub against her most precious spot, that spot that makes a woman tick just right, but also... pleased him. His eyes rolled back, and his upper teeth pulled in his lower lip to bite, "Hermione... I-" He groaned out, the pressure of his grip at her hips tightened, and thankfully he didn't have nails otherwise they'd be digging into her at this point.
She had recalled that he had bashfully replied that he loved her; Draco Malfoy loved her! A silly grin spread across her lips, and she leaned forward once more to kiss him passionately, beginning to move her hips faster and moaning more frantically into their kiss.
His lower lip trembled just moments before her lips pressed to his, his hands loosened at her hips and crawled their way up to the sides of her face where he held her closely, like she was the last thing he'd want to see when he reached his limit. Gods, he was so sensitive! The faster she rode him, the tighter his cock felt, and he could feel it throb and twitch inside of her, against her tightening walls.
"H-hermione... I love you." He breathed out, the pressure of his throbbing cock became too much, he didn't even get to take a deep breath in as he came, he felt like his heart literally stopped right there and he had given it to her on a platter. While he came, his cock continued to throb until each and every little bit of juices had spilled inside of her. Draco grabbed at her face to kiss her deeper, more passionately.
Her hips continued to bounce wildly on him, frantic cries of pleasure coming from her every time she crashed down. She pushed off him to sit up, her hands running up her own body as she touched her hips quicker against his. Her attention was drawn down as he repeated more loudly that he loved her. Hermione's hands went to his chest, and she was about to reply...
His hips bucked into hers, and she hopped with a small moan as he came, a white-hot hit within her that made shudders of pleasure rise through her body. She moaned deeply as the full force of it hit her, one spurt after another, until his hot release filled her completely. Her hips shuddered as her walls tightened around him, pulsing and squeezing as she orgasmed again, crying out Draco's name once more. Her fingertips pressed into his chest as she got over the initial shock, her hips grinding against his as she rode out her orgasm, moaning wildly as she did.
It took him a little while to come around after he came, it's like he was in a daze while she rode out her own orgasm. The feeling of her walls tightening around his cock made him jerk in a way because of his cock being more sensitive from coming. It was in that moment when that excited adrenaline rush left his body, leaving his chest rising for air, like he had climbed a mountain and lost his breath along the way. It was an intense moment, a tense sweaty beautiful moment.
Sweat beads dripped beneath the hair that cloaked his forehead, and in some places small strands were soaking up that sweat.
When their storms had subsided, Hermione sank down on top of him. She held to his chest; her cheek pressed to him as her thighs quivered. She could feel the heavy warmth of his release spreading through her body, and in that moment she felt complete.
After she collapsed onto him, her cheek pressed to his chest which where his heart was still thundering hard against the walls of his chest. Draco took a couple deep breathes, exhaling shakily. Repeating until his breathing was back on track and not so off the deep end. His warm, clammy hands came to her back, one held her at the side and the other was lifted as his fingertips dragged, trailing lightly along her skin in a way to draw along her skin, like he was picturing a story against her skin.
"I'll have to take another shower." She remarked breathlessly, a faint smile coming to her exhausted lips.
Hermione felt like static electricity ran all along her body. Her thighs and hands continued to tremble as she laid on Draco, her eyes staring distantly as she slowly came down from the experience. Her eyes closed in comfortable bliss as his chest rose and fell, and her fingers danced slowly across his sweat slicked chest.
"I'm afraid I'll be needing a shower as well." He replied after she had remarked her thought of another one, "I have yet to see what's going on the rest of the day. My parents aren't here, and now that we got your wand. It won't be long until those lions come around." He sighed out, the things going on in his world were all coming back to him.
A soft moan slipped from her lips as his hands came to her back, and she giggled exhaustedly as he suggested a shower. "Well, it would be best to save water and time, and simply have one together." She smiled, though a shadow passed over her brow as he mentioned the Gryffindors hunting them. It was disturbingly odd; before she had been so glad to see Ron and Harry. Now the thought terrified her.
"How was that? Gentle enough for you, Hermione?"
Her face shifted up as he asked how he did. She smiled warmly stretching up to softly kiss his chin, the movement causing her to moan softly as she slid against his still-buried length. "It was wonderful, better than I thought it would be, actually. Next time... we'll have to try to go loger, hmm?" She teased him a little. It was to be expected, with the nature of their lovemaking, and her only complaint was that it had ended so soon, despite them having spent an hour or two secluded in his room, now that she looked to the clock.
All those shared moments with one another were more than nice, they were exhilarating. He was quite proud of himself for even being gentle with her when she had asked of him. That was one thing that had taken him by surprise. He deserved a Golden star for that one.
Getting up and around, slowly and with help walking from Draco, she showered with him. Even that was lovely, and Hermione still buzzed with energy from his closeness.
Even when they showered together, he was passionate with her and had even helped her with her hair. While even washing his own. Nothing to huge, it was just the simple small things he'd done for her that he wouldn't see himself doing for anyone else. Perhaps he had gone a little soft for her.
Draco watched her as she dried off, he was getting some different clothes to wear. He slipped on his regular black trousers, Dragonhide dress shoes, with a long-sleeved half turtle-necked shirt and a black blazer. A silver, snake pinned at the collar of his blazer.
He was just finishing up in the bathroom with combing his hair back, not using any products for when his hair dried, he would just allow whatever to happen with it. Draco picked up their clothing that they had worn before their little talk and put them in the dirty hamper, then proceed to organize his bedroom up and fix his duvet on his bed. Banishing any messes there was from either of them with his wand.
Once they were clean and dressed again, she left the room to get something to eat. She was absolutely famished, especially having spent so much energy.
Sidenote: I hope that you've enjoyed a senstive Draco. It was hard to do him like that when other times I've done him worse. Carry on.