Chapter 25

In the kitchen

Hermione was trembling so hard she was afraid he was going to notice. Her fingers were threaded tightly through the silken strands of Malfoy's hair and she was holding onto him for dear life. His lips brushed against hers, and the taste of him was dizzying. She'd known of course, logically, that they would start with kissing. But she hadn't thought about kissing him, what it would really be like, until they were, and he was.

Merlin, he was good. Not too wet or sloppy, nor too stingy, and yet as much as he gave, she wanted more. She pulled him closer, stepping back until her lower back rested against the kitchen counter. He was pressing into her, leaning over her, arms around her. It was as if the whole world had just come down to this moment, this man, and she couldn't see anything else.

Merlin, he was good. She would have to fight to keep herself on track.

She had talked the whole evening through with Ginny, planned as much as possible: relaxing with wine, and moving on when she was tipsy enough to be a little less nervous. She wouldn't go too far, just far enough to make him want more. She tried to fix this in her mind, tried to be sensible and remember that they couldn't have sex tonight.

If you make it a one night stand, he won't think about coming back, Ginny had cautioned.

But then he did something devastating with his tongue, tracing a the corner of her mouth with his tongue, and butterflies erupted in her stomach. She made a tiny half sigh and caught herself from moaning.

He pulled back, kissing along the sensitive line of her jaw hungrily.

" What… no response Granger?" He asked, nipping her neck and sending shivers along the length of her body.

" Wh-what?" She breathed.

" I said," His voice rumbled through her and she had to close her eyes, " I don't need wine to break the tension."

She pressed tighter to his body, thrilling at the sensation of his erection pressing against her stomach. Perhaps she'd made a mistake earlier making fun of his clothes. If he'd been wearing jeans, she wouldn't have been able to feel this.

" And then you say," He licked along her neck down to the curve that led to her shoulder, " ' Malfoy I am offering you wine, the least you could do was take it. Ugh, rude ferret!'"

She smiled and trailed her hands from his shoulders to the front of his shirt, beginning to unbutton at the neck, " And you would say, 'Granger, if you give it, I'll take it.'"

" And you would roll your eyes at me," He gently sucked at her neck and she had to pause to cling to him, because her knees were threatening to give out beneath her, " And say ' With all of that brainwashing to be the perfect pureblood, you'd think you would be a better guest.'"

A thought that had been at the back of Hermione's head suddenly surfaced, and she responded without thinking, " And you wouldn't defend yourself, you'd just defer to a joke."

He pulled back and looked at her, surprised. His hair was mussed into a fluffy halo, and his shirt was halfway unbuttoned. Underneath she could see a tantalizing display of his slightly muscular chest.

" I'm sorry," She started, shaking her head, " That was really uncalled for, I just, um, I wasn't thinking."

" No," He put a hand up, " It's fine, it's fine."

She bit her lip, and pulled him closer, " I'm still sorry." She looked up into his eyes through her lashes.

" I'll note for next time that kissing your neck makes you surprisingly honest," He replied with a little smirk, capturing her mouth again and pressing her into the counter suddenly. Heat curled in her lower stomach and she moaned.

Hands shaking, Hermione unbuttoned his shirt and spread her hands over the broad expanse of his chest. He was so warm she thought for a moment that he might have a fever. Her fingers combed through the smattering of hair that led in a trail down to the waist of his trousers.

He rewarded her with a low hum in his throat, running his hands from her waist to the hem of her camisole and removing it without hesitation.

He kissed along her jaw again, his voice setting her chest vibrating " I'll have to test my theory, however."

He nipped along her throat and she sighed softly, " What do you mean?"

" If kissing your neck really makes you honest," He growled in her ear, his hands finding the clasp of her bra and releasing it.

He didn't let her respond, because he gently ran his tongue along the outside curve of her ear.

" So, Granger," He intoned quietly, " We'll start with an easy one: What's my name?"

He kissed her neck and she exhaled, " Malfoy."

He smiled against her neck and she felt a chill on her nipples. He'd somehow removed her bra and his fingers played over her waist teasingly and then teased lower, playing with the waist of her pants.

" Let's try another: What's your favorite sweet?" He sucked at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Electric fireworks skittered down her legs and she hooked her fingers through his belt loops and pulled him closer.

" S-sugar quills," She answered.

He hummed, " Ah, a secret treat for class? How surprising, Granger." He looked up at her with glinting silver eyes and leaned down to tease her nipple with his teeth. She threw back her head and reveled in the wild sensations gripping her body.

" Let's see, Granger," He blew softly on her nipple and she struggled along his belt with her fingers until she found the buckle and began to undo it.

" How about this one: Who's the better kisser, me or Weasley?" He continued, planting his hands on her waist, " And be aware, I'll know if you're lying."

" I- I can't remember what Ron kisses like," She stuttered desperately, dying for him to touch more than her waist.

He smirked, " Well look at that, I didn't even have to kiss your neck." He rewarded her by skimming her hips with his palms, snaking along lower until his right hand rested over her pussy, just playing with her. She moaned, louder than she thought she would.

" Are you really about to be arrogant, right now?" She asked with a little pout, trying to undo the button of his trousers.

" Hold on til I get my shoes off, Granger," He smirked, breaking away from her. She almost growled in frustration.

He tried to be smooth but she giggled as he awkwardly tried to kick off his shoes and almost fell over.

" I've never seen you like this," She said through her giggles, " The high and mighty Draco Malfoy…"

" Has really tight shoes," He finished, grinning, putting his hands to his waistband and pulling his pants off, " And what about the high and mighty Hermione Granger that has to have me naked, hmm?"

He stood slowly and came towards her, his body fairly glowing in the dim kitchen light. He had the body of a marble greek statue, all perfectly sculpted muscles and long graceful limbs. He caught her watching and cocked an eyebrow and she blushed.

" Oh no, Granger," He framed her face in his hands, " No, don't do that to me."

" What?" She said in an urgent whisper.

" Blush," He growled.

" Malfoy, what do I do to make you tell the truth?" She questioned in a quavering voice.

He smiled, " Isn't it obvious? I'm a man like any other."

She giggled and trailed a hand along his abs towards his boxers, " Oh are you? Well that's easy."

He laughed, a rich sound, " What did you think I was? A bogart?"

" It's not out of the realm of possibility," She answered his laughter with a giggle.

" Well, I'll prove to you I'm not," He responded.

He kissed her then, his lips playing over hers so softly it was like a melody, like a song she hadn't heard in a long long time. She wasn't expecting kisses like that.

The playful mood faded. Her hands scrolled along his back, feeling the tautly held power in the muscles under her palms.

He pressed into her, pushing down her yoga pants with huge, warm hands. Was he shaking? She was shaking. He nudged her pants and panties down so that they pooled around her ankles. His kisses trailed down her jaw, down past her neck, along her breastbone. He lingered at her breasts, tongue dancing over her nipples while his hands rubbed admiringly over her behind.

There was too much, too much, all at once. The rasp of his stubble rubbing against the sensitive skin of her breast, the silky strands of his hair winding their way around and through and over his fingers, the trail of hot, wet kisses along her stomach. She fell back against the counter with a sigh as he dropped to his knees in front of her.

He paused, his hands tracing over her inner thighs, making her knees weak with desire, " Is this okay, Granger?"

" What?" She shook her head, " Please."

He chuckled, darkly, " Is that a yes?"

" You know very well it's a yes," She responded.

" You Gryffindors, so impatient," He intoned.

She thought for a second that he was going to tease her more, but he licked, starting at her thigh and running up to the juncture of his thighs. He stroked gently and then pressed his lips to her and she almost felt like crying. He stayed there a long moment, his tongue purling over her in long strokes. Heat crashed over her in waves.

" Wait," She said softly.

He pulled back, " What?"

" No, it's not bad I just…" She bit her lip. Ginny had been very clear, and she had agreed, that sex the first time would be too much. They hadn't really even started.

But he was right. She was impatient.

" I want to… I don't want to wait," She explained haltingly.

He looked up at her from his knees, a wicked grin playing over his lips, " But I've barely started, Granger. You have no idea how much I've wanted to do this."

" But-" She hesitated.

He rose and smoothly lifter her, settling her on the counter and resting his body between her thighs, " You owe me one, Granger." He growled in her ear.

She laughed low in her throat and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, joking, " We can call the whole thing off, you know?"

" Oh, no, Granger, you owe me," He drawled, kissing her deeply, " Do you want to move to the bed?"

" No," She sighed.

He kissed her neck, nipping and sucking her hard, " Let's try that one more time: Do you want to move to the bed?"

" What's wrong with here," she answered, throwing her head back again.

He kissed her neck again and tipped her face back towards his, " Nothing. Nothing at all."

" So why are you stalling?" She challenged.

He pulled her to him, grinding into her, " I could respond, but then we'd be here all night. And if I'm gonna be here all night, I want to be right here."

She pushed down his underwear with trembling hands while he kissed her, again and again, narrowing her focus until there was only him and them. She summoned her wand wordlessly and performed a quick contraceptive charm as his tongue was drugging her senseless.

When he finally pressed inside her, she shivered, and locked her legs behind his back. His hands cupped her bottom, pulling her firmly to him, filling her so completely she ached.

She breathed shallowly into his mouth while he smoothly rocked deeper and deeper into her. Her whole body felt like a heartbeat, she was throbbing and she forced herself to breathe, to still herself. He kissed her, first the top lip and then the bottom, before his tongue swept into her mouth and he groaned.

She pulled him closer with her legs and he broke their kiss with a smile.

" You taste so fucking good," His voice was low and strangled, " So fucking, fucking good. I could taste you for days, I could fuck you… I could fuck you for days. I… days and days and days..."

Her chest constricted, and she felt as though she was being squeezed tight in a vise.

" Don't hold back, then," She answered, resting her forehead against his.

For a long moment they just looked at each other, her legs locked around him, arms locked around him. His eyes were like the anchor, she couldn't look away.

He picked up pace, taking long strokes as he thrust into her. She responded, grinding down against him, reveling in the feeling of his hands trembling on her waist, her breast, her shoulder, her cheek.

He stared into her, his eyes heavy and black with desire, " You're going to kill me, you're so good, Granger. You're a danger to my health."

She cried out quietly when he reached between them to play with her clit.

" Tell me how it feels," He begged, kissing her neck with hot, drugging kisses.

She bit her lower lip, confessing, " You make me dizzy."

" Why?"

" B-because I want you so much."

He thrust into her hard, " Yes, yes. Say it again, Granger."

" You make me dizzy, I want you so much," She whispered, " I want you so much I can't think about anything else."

" Yes," He groaned, his head jerking to the side as a wave of sensation poured into her and she cried, " Yes."

She came at the same time as him, pulling him closer again and whispering it until it all became too much, " Want you so much… so much..."