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CHAPTER 9
Draco had told Hermione to wait upstairs in the master bedroom. That was merely three minutes ago, but it felt like hours had passed.
He refused to let her put her dress on, much to her displeasure. He said it was no longer needed and she looked beautiful without it. Hermione still was angry even if she did blush at his comments.
So she stood in the middle of this bedroom, feeling awkward and unsure, wanting to hide under the covers and wishing she had a glass of anything for her nerves. Hermione walked over to the full length door windows, throwing back the curtains and unlocked the barrier. She pushed the doors forward, a soft breeze floating over her feet. She stepped onto the patio she first overlooked hours ago. The wooden balcony was soft under her hands, the deck floors creaked under the pressure of her bare feet.
She peered up at a few stars speckling the sky and listened to the distant waves. Inhaling the salty air, she felt her muscles relax and briefly wondered if Draco's cologne was actually the ocean she'd smell all this time.
Draco entered the bedroom without a sound, looking through the open doors and seeing his witch gaze up at the sky. His eyes trailed over her back down to her legs. The pink lace deliciously curved around her ass, he darkly smirked to himself. Finally.
Hermione was trying to locate a specific constellation when she felt warm hands slide around her stomach. She gasped when her back hit Draco's chest, his lips attached on her shoulder. Her head rolled back, falling into his embrace. His fingertips dance across the top of her panties and she tried her best to not let his feather like touches over power her. His other roamed up to her chest, roughly pulled down her bra. Her nipples hardened in the cool air and Draco rolled one between his fingertips. Hermione let out a satisfied sigh and turned in his arms.
Right away, she found his lips. Not being able to handle anymore teasing touches or elongated kisses, she parted his mouth with her tongue and tasted him.
Draco was momentarily shocked by her aggressiveness, but matched her passion. He brought one hand up to her neck, gripping it tightly enough to feel her pulse under his palm. Hermione emitted a small noise of surprise, but found herself kissing more fiercely. Something strange woke inside her. She liked his strong hand around her neck, she loved when he would growl into her mouth and she sucked on his lip, and she wanted him to leave marks on her skin.
Reaching behind her back, Draco ripped apart her bra and grabbed her breasts. She moaned when he bit on her lip, slowly pulling it back with his teeth. Their heavy breaths fanned over each other's faces and Draco opened his eyes to look at the witch, her eyes were bright with lust. His cock twitched.
Hands were snaked around to her bum, and he forced their hips together. Hermione felt his member through his briefs and shivered. It was the first time she truly felt him without barriers. She was intimidated.
Draco reached down to her thighs and lifted her up, her legs locked around his waist. Hermione held his head and attacked his neck. Her teeth scraped against a birthmark and she sucked harshly before peppering kisses up and down his skin.
"Fuck Hermione."
He threw her down on the bed, taking her in beneath him as he stood. Her knotting hair returning to its kinky curls, wide, lustful brown eyes waiting for him, her heaving chest that was a blossoming pink and perfect, taut nipples hard from his touch. He could've come at the sight right then and there.
He leaned his body over hers, giving her one kiss on the lips before dragging his tongue down her neck and chest. He stopped to swirl the tip of his tongue over her right nipple, lighting biting it causing Hermione to arch up and roll her hips. Her hands fisted into his blonde hair, gripping tightly while the other fisted the sheets beside her.
He kissed her stomach softly, her hips bucked forward and he let out a low chuckle.
"Want something?"
She didn't respond, she just focused on his fingertips skimming around the fabric on the inside of her thighs. Each ghosting touch made her stomach quake and her center throb.
Draco stood up, took her knees and dragged her body down until her hips were just on the edge of bed. She let out a tiny gasp, her breath extremely uneven and she was tingling with need.
Kneeling at the bed, Draco slowly spread her thighs and leaned forward to press a single, hot kiss against her center. Hermione watched his grey eyes flicker up to her as he sat straight, a cunning smirk crossing his face made her somehow wetter. He peeled back her panties, her whole body was on fire with each passing second.
"Do you know how long I've waited to taste you, Granger?" He questioned, throwing her panties across the room and hiking one of her legs on his shoulder.
"How many times I've gotten off to the thought of you coming on my tongue?" His lips pressed wet kisses starting at her ankle, moving up and an aching pace to her calf.
Hermione's breath hitched as she watched him through hooded eyes.
"I've dreamt of it almost every night this week Hermione." He confessed, reaching the sensitive skin by her knee. "I wake up and my cock is throbbing for you."
She released a frustrated groan when he kissed up her thigh, making her whole body quiver. Just a little bit more, keep going. He lightly nipped the skin, and his face finally was hovering over her center. He could feel her heat and smell her delicious scent, he was almost dizzy with it. Draco leaned forward and Hermione shut her eyes, feeling her body already unravel in satisfaction just to finally feel his touch.
"Did you touch yourself after we got off the phone?" Draco asked in a fake sweet voice. Hermione opened her eyes, her vision slightly blurry before she looked back down to him.
"Hm?" She mumbled.
"I told you not to touch yourself last night, and I'm asking if you did." He repeated himself, his voice taking on a dark edge much like the first time they were in her kitchen and he was giving her commands. Her thighs tried to shut close on his head but his hands were quicker. He forced them still.
"I didn't." She whispered, her eyes went round watching one corner of his mouth quirk up.
"Are you sure?" He asked once more, slowly licking his lips.
"Yes."
"Do you promise?" His lips ghosted over her skin.
"Yes, yes. Fuck Malfoy I promise, please just—" She whined, needing him to give her what she wants.
"I love it when you beg for me." He said before flattening his tongue against her core. Hermione let out an almost embarrassingly loud moan.
He circled his tongue around her clit twice, then dipped it down to her entrance.
"Fuck I knew you'd taste so sweet." He groaned against her, and she responded but thrusting her hips back into his mouth. Her mind was only focused on the movement of his tongue, the pressure already forming in her stomach.
He drew patterns over and over again, until Hermione's legs started shaking and he was forcing her hips down on the bed. Her cries were getting louder with every flick of his tongue. Draco took two fingers and easily slid them into her. His eyes were lulling in desire at the tight feeling of her pussy around his fingers. He returned to harshly suck on her clit as his fingers slowly dragged in and out of her.
Hermione's eyes rolled back into her head. She desperately clutched his hair, holding his face in place when her toes started to curl.
"F-faster. Please, keep going."
Draco released her clit with a small pop and sped up the pace of his fingers. He curled them against her walls before almost withdrawing them completely, then driving them fast into her.
"You wanna come on my tongue Granger, hm?" He said, furiously pumping his fingers into her center.
"Please, yes." Her muscles were squeezing, her body begging for a release.
"Who's making you feel this good?"
"You, Draco." She choked out the words, her walls clamping against his fingers and she knew he just needed to say a few more words before he came.
"Tell me again."
"You—fuck— you make me feel this good."
"That's right, me. Come for Granger, now." He demanded and Hermione threw her head back to scream.
Her back arched off the bed and her hips moved wildly against his mouth and fingers. Her body was convulsing in waves of pleasure, jolts of lightning passing through her. Her thighs tried to close around his head, but he pinned her down once more, wanting to lick every last drop of her.
Hermione was still moaning and Draco smirked when he realized he had never heard her curse so much until this moment. Her pussy pulsated at a slower rhythm and she finally felt herself coming down. Her legs released him and Draco gave one final lick before removing his fingers. He sucked on his fingers and looked up to the witch.
Her eyes were shut, her mouth was open and her chest was glistening in a small layer of sweat. He kissed her body before crawling over her and finding her mouth, letting her taste herself on his lips and tongue. She groaned, his dirty actions somehow made her lower region clench despite being taken care of seconds before.
Draco pulled back and looked down at her. His lips began to move like he was speaking to her, but the ringing in her head from the intense orgasm prevented her from actually hearing him.
"What did you say?" She asked, her body feeling exhausted.
Draco let out an amused huff. "I asked if you enjoyed that."
"Clearly." She joked.
Draco buried his face into her neck, and thrusted his hips into hers. The weight of him on top of her felt warm, comforting and incredibly sexy. His muscular body shielded her from the room, his wide shoulders covered her whole upper body. His member was stiff against her middle, he watched her eyes go round as she felt him.
"That's what you do to me."
Her hands held onto his arms and she could feel them flex with every push of his hips. He took one leg and perched it around his hip, opening more of her up to him. He could feel the dampness of her center through his boxers. He grinded down a little harder, the clothed tip of him directly at her entrance and Hermione's leg urged him forward.
Draco took her lips with his own, wanting to capture her every moan and swallow it. Her hands moved down to his back, lightly scratching his surprisingly soft skin and he hummed in pleasure. Her own lips moved to his neck, he put his face into her hair, inhaling the fruity scent of her hair and rolling his eyes back into his head.
Hermione opened her eyes as she bit his neck. His member poked into her center once more and she tried to muster enough strength to roll on top of him. Draco felt her tiny hands push up on his hips and he pulled back to stare down at her quizzically. She leaned her body weight off and he took the hint, letting her push him back.
Hermione straddled his waist and suddenly felt timid. Aware that she was entirely bare but he still had a single layer made her move hesitantly. Draco gave her a cheeky expression and tucked his hands behind his head, looking annoyingly sexy.
"What are you doing Granger?"
Fingertips were moving slowly down his stomach, she saw the way his abs squeezed when she got lower to the band of his briefs. Her nails scratched through the dark blonde hair that disappeared into the material. Her eyes flickered up to meet his. Pale skin was blotchy from his chest to his neck, his lips were a bruising red and she watched his tongue dipped out to slick them with saliva.
"I," she swallowed heavily, her chest still moving erratically, "I want to make you feel good."
She slipped her fingers under his briefs as she finished her sentence, lifting her hips up to slide them off his carved hips. Draco watched her through hooded eyes, he lifted his hips up when she moved to take his briefs off. She sat back on his thighs, her eyes took him in, and her mouth parted. Draco would normally feel his confidence sore at the reaction, but he was worried his witch was panicking by her expression.
Hermione stared, she didn't mean to, but she gawked at it for a long moment. She had never seen someone so big. She guessed both of her hands would've fit around him easily and still have two inches uncovered. Deciding whether or not to attempt to take him in her mouth, Hermione looked at him once more before beginning to lean down to kiss his stomach.
But Draco sat up, and circled his arms around her, planting a reassuring kiss on her lips.
"You don't need to do that now." He told her while tucking a long curl behind her ear.
"But I want to." She pouted, not understanding why he'd be denying her efforts. Draco let out a humorous breath through his nose.
"And I'm flattered but maybe it's not the best time for that right now." He told her and she frowned.
"Why?" She thought maybe he was denying her because she wouldn't be good at it, and he knew it had been a long time since she was with anyone else.
He threaded his fingers into her hair and brought her head to his mouth, whispering lowly into her ear.
"Because having your mouth wrapped around my cock would make me fucking loose control."
Hermione gasped and felt her middle tighten in ecstasy. She shut her eyes for a moment and kept her mouth by his ear.
"That wouldn't be a bad thing." She innocently spoke, knowing he liked it when she acted brave.
Draco groaned and quickly gripped her hips and shoved down harshly against his dick. She gasped when he moved her back and forth so her wet center slid up and down his length, never entering, only ever teasing her.
"You want me to lose control, hm?" He snapped, his hand tightened in her hair, causing her scalp to burn but it strangely felt good.
"Maybe." She purred.
Draco moved her hips faster against him, her desire coating him.
"You want me to hold your head like this? Fuck your mouth until I cum down your throat?" He yanked her hair down, exposing her neck to him. She continued sliding her hips against him, so tempted to try and slip him inside her, wanting to feel her stretch her until she cried.
"Answer me Granger. Tell me that's what you want." She moaned, his teeth wounded her skin.
"Draco I— I need more." She sobbed. Her clit was throbbing and needed attention. The teases weren't enough and she was ready to feel him.
He suddenly picked up her body and turned them so he was on top of her once more. Her eyes blinked open, her heart was beating fast and his face looked like he was going to ruin her.
Draco leaned down slowly, he gently rubbed his nose against hers before his pouty lips connected with hers for a second. She was taken aback by the change of emotion, his gesture was almost sweet.
"You sure?" He asked her, sliding one arm underneath her back, making her hips inch off the bed.
She paused for a moment, looking at the blonde wizard who had unknowingly consumed her every day thoughts for the past weeks was the same one that had made her cry as a child. The realization of how far they have come individually in life washed over her in an odd feeling. But the most powerful thing she felt in that moment was trust, and with that, she nodded, giving him a soft smile.
Draco looked at the beautiful witch in awe. He kissed her cheek once and the feel made her skin tickle.
"We'll go slow. Tell me if it's too much."
Draco took himself in his hand and parted her folds with his tip. He pushed forward a couple inches and harshly bit his lip, a rumbling moan ripping through his chest as her heat suffocated the head of his dick.
"Good?' He panted, gauging her reaction.
Hermione was involuntarily tightening at the intrusion, causing Draco to reach for her hand and hold it in a death grip. She couldn't speak, so she quickly nodded and squeezed his hand back.
He pushed himself halfway into her, both of them releasing loud moans at the sensation. Her walls were stretching and she was slightly uncomfortable. She didn't think he could fit anymore, feeling her stomach fill almost past what it can handle. Draco was struggling to keep himself from thrusting into her, his control slipping with every pulse of her cunt. She was too tight, suctioning him deeper into her.
"Hermione I— fuck I need to move. Just halfway." He begged, pulling his hips back and tortuously pushed back into her. "God…fuck you are so tight."
She watched his eyes clamp shut, eyebrows casted down and his mouth hanging open. Her stomach fluttered seeing him in such pleasure…caused by her. A familiar wave of satisfaction passed through her body and she clenched down on him.
"God fucking dammit Hermione." He thrusted shallowly and her body called for more. Moving her legs around him, she locked her ankles together and Draco looked down at her with a worried expression. She brought her hips up to meet his and took in his whole length. They watched each other, mouths wide, heavy pants mingling and looks of bliss spreading over their faces.
Draco held his hips still, his legs shaking as he was completely sheathed in her soaking cunt. Hermione reached up and brushed his hair and held on to his neck with one hand.
"Take me." She spoke, a moment passed between them before she saw his wide eyes darken.
His hips thrusted into her deeply, holding it there for a moment, and she cried out. He began a steady rhythm, not wanting to go too fast, knowing she was still adjusting. The feel of her wet pussy engulfing him was better than he imagined. She felt like a drug.
"So good. Fuck I love your cunt." He moaned into her neck, and she hugged his body closer to hers. The sweat that covered their bodies was undistinguishable.
She let out a particular long moan when he pushed forward, hitting a spot deep inside her. Draco was slipping and her noises weren't helping.
"You like that?" He asked, his voice strained.
She eagerly nodded, kissing his shoulder and holding on to his body as if her life depended on it. "Again."
His hips snapped forward, finding the same spot that made her see stars and he picked up the pace, relentlessly pounding into her. They were mumbling against each other's lips, their tongues tangling over one another as they both felt their climax build.
He leaned up on his knees, holding her hips in his hands, swinging her legs on top of his shoulders and watched her face break out in pleasure with every snap of his hips. Her tits bounced and reached down to grope one in his hand, flicking her nipple, loving the way moans spilled out of her mouth. He moved it up to her neck, holding her down with slight pressure and bent back down to give her a heavy kiss, his mouth moving to suck on her tongue.
"Draco." She breathed out, her cunt gripping him more and more.
"So good for me Hermione, taking all of me. Such a good…fucking…girl." He grunted each word with a thrust and she bit his neck, moaning into his sweaty skin.
"You like my cock, huh Granger? You like the way I fuck you?"
"Yes, fuck right there." Her body was warming with his words. The dirty sentences making her impossibly more aroused.
"Say it for me."
"I like the way you fuck me. It's—it's so good , Draco, so good."
Keeping his hand on her throat, he lightly added more pressure. He moved his forehead to rest against hers and began to succumb to the pleasure she was causing him.
"Are you gonna come for me?" He grunted. Hermione could barely speak with the pressure on her throat but she still managed to choke out a yes. His dick was so hard and she could feel him edging her to the end.
"Yeah? You wanna come on my cock? Wanna be my good girl and come, Granger?"
"Please." She begged, her body almost at its peak and it screamed for a release.
"Who's cunt is this?" His hand tightened around her neck and she moaned at his words.
"Yours." She whined out, her fingernails digging into his shoulder.
"Who's?"
"Yours Draco. Fuck! It's yours!"
"O-oh—fuck. Come for me, give it to me."
Her legs were secured around him and her body jolted against his. Her skin tingled in satisfaction and she cried out his name when he continued to ruthlessly thrust into her. Her vision was speckled with black dots and she unknowingly continued to seductively moan in his ear. Draco felt her cunt squeeze around him and his body weakened. He pulled out from her warm center and released his seed onto her stomach, grunting her name and a few curses.
They were both breathing hard, almost wheezing. Hermione still held onto him, her body too comfortable to move. Draco was delicately stroking the top of her head where her hairline was with his thumb. She offered her own relaxing movements by scratching her nails up and down his side.
His body erupted in goosebumps and he shifted his weight off her, moving so he was laying on his side facing her.
"Let me grab my wand. Clean us off. Do you need anything?" He quietly said, and she shook her head. Her eyes falling heavy with each gentle stroke of his fingertips.
She shut her eyes completely and listened to his feet pad across the floor. The stairs creaked as he descended and a slow, tired smile spread across her lips. He returned moments later, waved his wand and both their bodies were innocently clean.
Draco pulled the covers from under her then lifted them over her body and tucked himself right next to her. She backed into his chest and Draco looked down at her, seemingly baffled for a moment at how automatic her actions were. He shook his head and covered her body with one arm. She was out in minutes, falling asleep to the movements of his steady breathing.
The sun was barely above the horizon, but it still was strikingly bright in the room. Hermione squinted her eyes open and she rubbed them with the heel of her palm. Inhaling once, she rolled over on her back and looked beside her. Draco's bare back faced her and she watched his shoulders slowly rise and fall with every intake of air. She could faintly hear his breathing, coming out in quick puffs.
Sitting up, she slowly placed her feet on the floor, praying they wouldn't creak loud enough to wake him up. Tip toeing over to the dresser, she hoped she found something to cover herself with. She found a white shirt, not knowing who it belonged to but not caring either. She didn't want him to wake up and find her naked.
Walking to the side of the bed, she took in Draco's sleeping face. His cheek was squished against the pillow, mouth hanging open with soft, pouting lips and his hair looked scruffy instead of it usually kept its place. The former death eater looked like a giant on his side of the bed. One of his legs poked out and hung off the end of the mattress, he had three pillows supporting his body and it looked like he was deflating all of them. She thought he looked cute, then immediately wrinkled her nose at the thought.
Hermione headed downstairs, not wanting to disturb him. She found the bathroom and gasped at her reflection once she turned the light on. Her neck had two large love bites that were a blossoming purple and her lips looked swollen still. Her hair was disastrously big from sleep and she thanked Merlin she woke up before Draco. He didn't need to see her like this. Luckily, she found a bathrobe and put it on, exiting the bathroom to find her purse and retrieve her wand.
She casted a charm to tame her hair and hid the assaults Draco made on her skin. Hermione noticed a coffee machine in the kitchen and almost moaned in delight. In minutes she had made coffee and happily sat on the patio where they had dinner the night before. She stretched her legs onto the chair next to her and tilted her head back, the morning was already warm.
A cup and a half of coffee and an hour later, Hermione had found herself a copy of The Tempest in the living room and brought it back outside to read. The birds were chirping more loudly, and the sun was causing a light sweat to break out on her back. The fluffy robe she was in really wasn't conducive to the current climate.
Draco rolled over on the bed, expecting to throw an arm over his witch but finding the space to be cold and empty. He opened his eyes and frowned at the empty space. He rubbed his forehead and ran his hand through his hair, looking around the room, waiting to see if he could hear her.
When he heard nothing but silence, he got up to fetch a pair of boxers from his dresser and noticed one drawer was hanging open and a shirt of his was missing. He raised a brow and pulled the underwear over his legs, thinking she must be downstairs.
He could smell coffee before he reached the bottom step and walked into the kitchen to find a mug for himself. He looked out the sliding glass doors and saw her in his robe, book in hand, coffee resting on the table and legs crossed over each other on a chair. Something pulled in Draco's chest, but he decided to examine the feeling later.
Hermione heard the door open and looked over her shoulder, seeing Draco come outside wearing only a new pair of white briefs and a mug in hand. She noticed the dark bruise on his lower neck and she felt herself blushing. He gave her a sleepy smile.
"Morning Granger." His voice was husky, his vocal cords still asleep.
"Morning." She said back, putting the book down face open so she wouldn't lose her place. "Sleep well?"
Draco pulled out a chair and sat next to her, taking a sip of his coffee as he did. They both faced the beach, the waves were larger than yesterday, creating a calming white noise in the air.
"Best sleep I've had in ages if I'm being honest." Draco leaned back into his chair, crossing his ankles over one another and looked at the witch. Her cheeks were already turning pink from the sun and her eyes looked exceptionally bright this morning. "Did you?" He returned her question.
Hermione took a sip out of her mug and sucked her teeth after. "Like a rock." She commented with a smirk, making it look like she was hiding the world's best kept secret.
"Shall I call Sonny to make some breakfast?"
Hermione took a deep sigh and sat up. She stretched her arms over her head, a part of the robe fell off her leg, leaving it exposed. "No that's alright, we still have all those leftovers for the day."
Draco nodded once. "What would you like to do today?"
Hermione gave her a funny look, somewhat surprised he hadn't planned anything but then realizing he wasn't sure she would be spending Sunday with him as well. This was going to be the most time they spent together, having a whole day where it was just the two of them felt slightly intimidating. Hermione felt uneasy at the thought, but knew she would learn a lot about him and their mechanics together.
"Can we lounge about? Swim, maybe go for a walk, just do whatever? It's not often I get a Sunday like this to do nothing." She gestured to the atmosphere and smiled while biting her lip.
"Of course. I'll grab the food. I'll call Sonny to bring you some clothes."
She nodded, and picked the play back up, resuming where she left off. Draco returned some time later with some plates of food and her stomach growled at the smell. Draco gave her a knowing look and the corner of his mouth tugged up at her sheepish expression.
"I left the clothes on the couch. Feel free to return my stolen robe anytime you'd like." Draco chided.
"I had nothing else to wear." She lightly laughed, rubbing her cheek against its soft texture.
"Nothing would have sufficed. Would've made my morning." Draco hummed, taking a bite into the leftover pasta.
Hermione rolled her eyes and smacked his shoulder with the back of her book. She stood up and began to pass him, ready to change into something more airy but Draco caught her by the hip. He moved his body so she stood between his knees and he took his hands up to her stomach, untying the knot that held the robe together.
"You could still make my morning, you know." He seductively spoke, pushing back the robe and running his hands down her bare thighs. The shirt she wore barely covered her private areas and his hands were already pushing it upwards to reveal herself to him.
He planted a single kiss on her right hip bone, and one of the left. Her muscles spasmed. Hermione sharply inhaled and placed her hands on top of his shoulders. He leaned back, grinning up and her and soothingly rubbed her skin. "Maybe later, yeah?"
"Maybe." She echoed, before coming to her senses and retying the robe. Draco sat back and sipped his coffee, his eyes peering over his cup to watch her renter the house.
He picked up his own book and began reading the familiar lines. Hermione emerged minutes later, now wearing a flowy dress, one that almost looked like a longer button up. The material was almost see through and Draco saw the outlines of a swimsuit on her.
She sat back down and began eating, looking at the book he held. "Are you reading 'Confessions'?"
Draco glanced at her and muttered an 'mhm.' Taking the hint that he wanted to remain reading instead of conversing about the ironic autobiography, Hermione quietly sat back and continued eating and reading.
They sat in contented silence, for at least an hour, most likely more. She sometimes forgot he was there, until he sniffed or cleared his throat and noisily turned a page. She would sneak glances at him and quickly learned Draco had a habit of taking bites of food only when his eyebrows furrowed deep in thought. And he would nibble on his thumbnail when his face looked relaxed.
Draco noticed her own little tendencies. She'd often sigh, either in frustration or tiredness it seemed, and she'd bite her cheek only when her expression looked excited, like great anticipation from the story was going to kill her. He never stared for long though, not wanting to catch her eye ever. He enjoyed watching her in secrecy.
When the sun was high in the sky, Draco sighed and shut his book. He hastily stood up and Hermione gave him a perplexed look.
"Come on, let's cool off. Your cheeks are pink and I'm getting warm myself." Draco grabbed his wand and conjured towels and a blanket. Hermione didn't say anything but she agreed and stood up. They both trudged into the sand and Draco threw the towels and blanket on the sand and watched as Hermione removed her cover up.
Her swimsuit was one piece, white and dipped high on her hips. Draco swallowed and his eyes lowered. She looked back to him, eyes flickering between his face and the black swim trunks he put on. She couldn't tell if she was making the situation awkward or if it was both of them.
Draco turned and started into the ocean, not wanting for her. She watched the waves crash against his knees with each step, the force of the water doing little to move him. She edged closer to the water, her feet becoming wet every time a wave passed onto the sand. He was waist deep, and lunged forward into an oncoming wave. She waded further into the water, counting the seconds before his blonde hair poked the surface.
By the time he came back up for air, Draco's lungs were harshly seizing and he was quite a distance away from the shoreline. He stood, the water coming up to his chest, and bounced up when waves would pass. Hermione hadn't gone under, her hands tentatively skimming the top of the water, swirling it around.
"You're quite the swimmer!" She yelled out, coming towards him. Draco moved in her direction as well, feeling the bob of the waves push him to her.
"It's relaxing." He said with a shrug. "Are you just going to stand there?"
She rolled her eyes, but there was a small smirk on her face. "Pushy." She said more to herself.
Hermione jumped into the water, swam a small distance and popped back up. Rubbing the salt from her eyes and pushing her hair back, she thought Draco was right, she did need to cool off.
Her eyes adjusted to where he was, still twenty feet away from her and she leaned down to propel herself forward through the water and she could've sworn she saw his eyes gleam with excitement. His body sunk lower under the water, his head the only thing visible and she thought he looked like a predator.
His arms extended out and he grasped both her hands, pulling her to him. She naturally clung to him, her hands automatically fisting his silky, damp hair. She was slightly panting from exerting her body against the water, Draco inhaled her breaths, the taste of her hitting his tongue like honey suckle.
"Can I ask you a question?" Hermione said, their bodies swaying together under the waves. Draco's eye twitched.
"Sure."
"Why do you like the tropical parts of the world so much? They must be pretty similar, right, after awhile?"
Draco titled his head back, letting his hair wet. "The heat. It's refreshing."
"Never thought you'd enjoy hot temperatures."
"I never used to, but," he swallowed, his eyes squinting as if he were trying to understand something, "it feels like a majority of my life was cold. The war, the Manor, my parents, my whole upbringing…It's nice. To feel warmth, I mean."
Something pinched in her stomach. Despite who he is now, she sometimes forgets he may struggle with who he was. She saw the discomfort on his face whenever his family was brought up. It was easy to see the resentful expression paired with guilt on the few occasions they mentioned the war. Part of her felt bad, but the other part of her knew that his past was the necessary bridge to his present self.
"Why haven't you permanently moved then? Your eyes light up when you mention the places you've traveled to, so why not Greece or South America or Australia?" She questioned, her thumb stroking the back of his neck and involuntarily leaned into the soft touch.
"During that time I needed something more. I—I was unsatisfied with what I was doing. I came back to London at the advice of Andreas, looking for something to make me feel…useful in life. And eventually it did, but I feel like I'm not quite ready to let it go. Still need to accomplish a few things."
"Like what?"
"I have a personal agreement with my father, but it will be over within the next year. After that, I'll still have the Charioteer, I may just reduce my involvement incrementally." He explained, turning his face away from hers.
"And then what?" She persisted.
"What do you mean?" He frowned, looking back to her.
"Well if the Charioteer is something you're not going to be involved with forever, what are your plans after it?"
There was a pregnant pause and Draco truly didn't know how to answer.
"I'm not sure. I guess I haven't thought that far." He honestly spoke and Hermione chewed on her lip.
"That seems unusual for you." She noted.
"I suppose so."
"What changed? I thought pureblood families typically have their life planned out down to the shoelaces they'll be wearing at their funeral."
"I don't have a family to decide anything in my life anymore. I'm deciding everything for myself and... I like it."
Hermione scooted closer to him, placed both her hands on his ears and aligned his face to hers. She gave him a lingering peck.
"Can I ask something else?"
Draco chuckled before responding, moving some hair off her neck. "If I say no, you're going to ask anyways right?"
"Most likely." She bobbed her head to the side.
"Go ahead."
"I assume Augustine Wright was modeled after Saint Augustine?" She questioned and Draco rolled his eyes.
"Yes."
"How did you— or, why him?"
Draco slid his hands up and down her back and released an exhale through his nose. He tried his best to think of an explanation that was straight to the point.
"I admire him. He was self-aware and held himself accountable. He consistently struggled in his faith, had many doubts, his devotion was questioned and he still somehow found his way. And I think his philosophical takes on muggle life are… intriguing."
Hermione nodded, processing his words. She was momentarily shocked by his answer, unaware that a religious figure would capture his attention in a profound way. The explanation pleased her, and she hoped she would soon learn more of what other people have influenced him.
"'Our heart is restless until it rests in thee.'" She quoted the most famous quote and Draco gave a tight lipped smile.
"I can assure you Granger, my purpose for reading it is not because I've converted to a muggle religion."
"So we won't be attending church today? Pity." She joked and Draco looked sinful.
"You can still get on your knees for me if you like." His voice dropped a few octaves and though he was joking, there was a small part of him that meant it.
His voice tickled her neck and her mouth dropped open. She shoved his shoulders away from him and made water splash onto both of them. Draco let out a bellowing laugh.
"Malfoy!" She shrieked, trying to swim away and hide her amused expression.
"Come on! You were more than willing last night." He spat some water from his mouth and moved to swim after her.
"You are foul!"
She called over her shoulder, not noticing she was barely any distance away from him. His hand grabbed her ankle and he yanked her body back. His hands greedily groped her backside until she was firmly against him. He pulled her head away and attached his lips to her neck, she closed her eyes against the feeling.
"I know you like it." He whispered, moving his nose around the shell of her ear. She moved her head lightly, wanting to feel more of his skin against her and he lowly let out en entertained noise. "See?"
"Shut up Malfoy." She said defiantly and he chuckled once more.
The calm waves filled their light silence, and Hermione found herself resting her head on him, arms loosely hung over him. The embrace was nonsexual, but it still made a surreal feeling flood her body. Gentle moments like these often made her second guess she was currently awake.
They walked back up to the shoreline, laying out on the towels and basking in the sun. Draco retrieved some fruit from inside, bringing with him water and sun tanning lotion. Hermione stretched out on the blanket on her stomach, bringing her arms underneath her head and turned to watch Malfoy bite into a pineapple as he read.
A droplet of the fruit's juice was falling from the corner of his mouth and his tongue poked out to capture it. He was leaning back on an elbow, his body facing hers, the bowl of fruit between them. His shorts weren't dry yet, and they stuck to his thighs in a most tempting way. He pushed his hair back, a few pieces falling into his eyes as he was intently reading.
"I can feel you staring." He told her, eyes not leaving the pages in front of him.
Hermione's stomach pulled and she tried to conceal her embarrassment with a witty remark.
"You're imagining things." She said shutting her eyes, acting as if they had never been open to begin with.
"Sure Granger." Draco snorted and flipped a page, throwing a grape into his mouth.
Hermione peered her eyes open and watched his jaw move. His eyes moved over to hers and they held each other's gazes for a moment. She bit her tongue and watched him tongue dampen his lips. Inhaling a shallow breath, she saw his lips twist up, and slowly trailed her eyes back up to his.
She made a decision, truly not thinking enough about it but deciding if she thought about it for too long, she'd chicken out. Pushing herself up from the ground, she sat back on her knees and reached her hand to remove the book from his hands. Draco's eyebrows shot up and his forehead as he suppressed a smile.
Moving to swing her legs over his hips to straddle him, she was thankful for his silence. Instead of teasing her or making a slick comment, he patiently waited for her first movements. His palms spayed across her hips, his elbows digging into the sand to prop himself up.
Her nails raked against his chest in obscure patterns, Goosebumps floated across his chest, despite the sleek cover of sweat on his chest. Dark gray eyes watched the witch on top of him. A sinful feeling lurched under his stomach when he saw her lips part and her cheeks flush as she looked at him.
Come here little witch.
As if she heard him in her mind, she leaned down to mold their lips together in a slow and searing kiss. Draco immediately opened his mouth to feel her tongue on his own. She released a small whimper into his mouth. He brought a hand into her hair, pressing their mouths closer.
Hermione rolled her hips down and heard him release a deep groan. His palm moved to her backside and encouraged her to do it again. She teasingly bit his lip and pulled back to view his face. His eyes were almost all black, hardly a speck of gray left and his mouth was a burning pink.
He didn't look like the Draco who was hugging her sweetly in the ocean. He looked like the Draco who was ready to whisper dirty things in her ear while she cried out in pleasure. She clenched her inside when he growled before reconnecting their lips, grabbing her throat to bring her back down to him.
Continuing to roll her center down on him, she felt his length harden with each passing kiss. His shorts were riding up on his thighs and she could feel herself dampen anytime he moved his member against her clit.
After giving him consecutive short kisses, she took a deep breath and moved her lips to his chest, trailing them along his stomach and finally reached the shorts that were sitting low on his hips. Draco watched through heavy eyes, his stomach tightening from her delicate kisses and he tried not to appear over excited.
Hermione scooted back and hesitantly curled her fingers under the shorts, tugging them off slowly. She looked up for slight reassurance, but looked back down when she saw him staring lustfully.
His member was exposed, the tip of him a dark red and a bead of his pre cum rolling down to the side. She carefully took his thickness in her hand, barely being able to close her entire fist around him, and gave a single pump. She bent down, parting her lips to enclose over the swollen head and suck lightly.
Draco quietly cursed. His head fell back into the sand and he roughly swallowed. Peering down at her, he saw her mouth move to take more of him in, her cheeks hallowed and her hand teasingly stroked him. He whined, feeling her take him in her mouth was one thing, but watching her do it made him want to explode.
She was shy and careful with her movements. Her uncertainty made him harder. He loved knowing she wanted to do this, that she wanted to suck him off out in the open and make him come in her mouth. His eyes rolled shut and he tried his hardest not to buck his hips.
Hermione found a rhythm, moving at a slower pace so her mouth could accommodate his girth. Her hand twisted around him, and she realized he liked it when she would slightly choke on his member when she pushed him too far down. Breathing heavily, she pushed herself on him more, needing to hear his breathy moans and curses.
"Holy shit, Granger."
Draco looked down at her, holding her hair in his hand and watching her red lips come to the tip of him. A small string of salvia fell from her lips back onto his dick and his eyes widened. She looked up to him, innocent brown eyes on his while she took him back into her warm, wet mouth. He let out a louder moan and it sent a shiver straight to Hermione's core.
She picked up the pace of her mouth and hand, attempting to suck harder but feeling like she wasn't getting enough of him in her mouth. She brought her other one onto him, now using both her hands and mouth to give him the most amount of pleasure. She twisted her hands over the inches of him wet with her spit. She sucked harder and harder, hearing him push her to continue.
"Yes, fuck, yes keep going. Oh fuck keep going." Draco couldn't take his eyes off the witch, seeing her like this was too much for him, and he knew he was close to his end.
She took him a little deeper, her throat clenching in an unpleasant way but his reaction was worth it. He let out a seductive curse and gripped her hair harder. He took a sharp breath through his teeth when her lubricated hands pumped him faster, matching the speed of her mouth.
"Fu—uck. I'm, I'm gonna come."
Draco's stomach tightened and Hermione sucked harder. He felt his cock throb and released an animalistic grunt, calling her name as he felt his semen hit her throat. His body twitched and he saw white behind his eyelids. It was too good, too fucking good.
Hermione shut her eyes and held him in her mouth for a few seconds, still stroking him until she was certain he was done. His bitter taste made her slightly gag around him but he only seemed to enjoy that constriction more. She forced herself to swallow him and slowly pulled him out her mouth.
Sitting up, she didn't meet his eyes. Looking away to wipe her mouth and take a steady breath.
"Was that, um…was that okay?" She asked in a small voice, eyes flickering between his face and anything else around them.
Draco was still heaving air but swiftly sat up and took her face in his hands, kissing her hard on the mouth, surprising her.
"Incredible." He kissed her once more before falling back into the towel. His hands stroked her thighs.
Doubt crept up on her but she didn't want to think about it. Hermione assumed he was being kind with his response, not actually finding her work to be anything but average. She didn't know why it bothered her, to not excel at it, but it did.
Hermione moved off him so he could cover himself, a long, delighted sigh fell from his mouth as readjusted. She grabbed the glass of water beside her towel, and took a long gulp, sitting cross legged on the blanket. Draco moved on his side, hand propping his head up and plucked a strawberry from the bowl. He was grinning like a bloody schoolboy.
"What?" Hermione questioned, her defenses high.
Draco shrugged. "I'm enjoying our time." A cheeky look still present.
She visibly relaxed and gnawed at her lip, the muscles on her face pulled upwards.
"Me too."
"Are you free next weekend?"
"Possibly. Depends on how much work I get done this week and how much gets added." She rolled her head back, inhaling deeply before turning to look at him once more.
Draco stretched his hand and placed it on the inside of her thigh, fingertips brushing close to her center.
"So I won't be able to steal you away for the weekend again?"
"Most likely not." She watched his index finger swipe over the material of her swimsuit, directly over her folds.
"Hmm…" He tapped twice against her center. "Can I see you during the week then?" The tip of his finger slithered in her bathing suit, and parted her lower lips. She gasped when his finger sunk into her, slowly pumping.
"Of course." Her voice was shockingly steady despite the pleasure he was giving her with one sodding finger.
"And I want to see you on the weekend, whenever you're free." He entered her with a second finger, curling them up against her. She closed her eyes, slightly swaying backward and letting out a tiny pant.
"Yes." She responded, not sure if it was to his request or to the feeling of his digits coaxing her walls. .
"Good girl." He removed his fingers, her eyes snapped back to him, irritated at the loss. He smirked up at her and sucked her juices off, making obscene motions with his tongue, making sure her eyes followed every lick.
She shook her head and leaned her weight back on her palms, slowly sinking into the sand.
"You're impossible." She muttered under her breath, her skin warming and aching for him once more.
"You like it." He told her, putting his hands behind his hand, his torso stretching. Hermione looked at him from the corner of her eye and looked back at the rolling waves, nodding in disagreement but feeling her stomach fly in delight.
Yes, she did like it…and him too.
