Chapter 38
Draco was in heaven and hell. Granger trailed her tongue along the tip of his cock and his hips bucked again.
He'd never really done this with a woman before. In school, a few girls had tried, but of course but it was nothing like this. He had the overwhelming urge to thank the man who had taught her to do this. On second thought, considering it was probably Weasley, he would just let it go.
Her face was filled with wicked delight, and she looked up at him, her shadowed eyes prying into his. He felt like a feast laid before a ravenous queen.
There's more to you than I imagined, she'd said. The phrase echoed around in his head, emptying it of all other thoughts.
His hands plucked the couch uselessly, " Kiss me, Granger." This was as close as he could get to begging, and he hoped it worked, or this would be a shorter encounter than he wanted.
She left a lingering kiss on him, and a burning image in his brain, before coming up between his legs. Draco drew her close, against him, realizing belatedly she had not removed her sexy little suit. She kissed him hard, her tongue toying with the sensitive spots inside his mouth in an imitation of what she'd just done to his body.
He cupped her cheek and fell into the kiss, not caring that he was panting, that he was probably acting like an overeager schoolboy. Granger pressed against him, and he made quick work of her jacket and oxford shirt with trembling hands.
He drew back, taking her in. She was half in shadow, her curls making trailing patterns on her creamy skin. She was wearing the bra that he'd sent her.
" Miss Granger, please tell me I can take you to the wall now."
She put her arms around his neck loosely, " Do you have an elevator in this gothic castle?"
" No, but I have some haunted staircase. In case you like getting caught," He raised an eyebrow.
She blushed, " I'll keep that in mind, sir."
Draco stood, grabbing her by the waist and hauling her to her feet and against him in one swift movement. She yelped.
" Mr Malfoy," She chastened breathlessly.
He didn't answer, loving the feel of her behind in this tight grey skirt. Was she wearing underwear? He almost didn't want to find out, just to leave the beautifully teasing question in his head.
There's more to you than I imagined, she'd said.
He kissed her neck gently, enjoying the rich, indescribable sound she made. He kicked off his trousers and left his shirt behind on the couch, backing her towards the wall.
Her hands smoothed over his exposed skin while he bit and sucked hers. They both gasped when her back met the wall. He unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the floor, not wasting any time running his hands over her underwear before he vanished them.
He'd barely touched the hot wetness between her legs when she sighed his name, quietly. If Draco hadn't been so intent on leaving a mark on her shoulder he would have smiled. He rubbed slow circles where he knew it would torture her the most.
She fell against the wall with a moan, " Mal- Sir?"
" Just once, Granger, I'd like to take my time," He murmured in her ear.
She sighed, gripping his arm tightly, " But I want-"
" I know. But I'm not done with you yet," Draco stroked along the long curve of her spine.
" I never heard any complaints before," She shot back.
He kissed along her jaw and stopping to look into her eyes, " You've been rushing perfection, Granger."
She raised an eyebrow, " Perfection?"
He brushed her clit suddenly and the grip on his arm grew claws.
He kept his eyes on her face as she panted, " Miss Granger, you still have a lot to learn."
She kissed him then, slipping her arms around his shoulders. She sighed into the kiss, their tongues tangling like clinging vines while he kept his ministrations slow and torturous. It wasn't long before her body tensed and she fell against the wall, gasping softly and trembling like a plucked string.
He said a quick contraception charm and gripped her tightly by the hips. She opened her eyes with a flutter.
" Oh," She said quietly, her voice filled with wonder.
" Oh," He responded, lifting her thighs onto his arms. She caught on, clinging to his shoulder with one arm. He braced her against the wall and she groaned when he finally slipped inside her.
He pressed her into the wall with a thud and she groaned again, her head falling to his shoulder.
" Living up to your fantasies, Miss. Granger?" He asked quietly.
" Oh, just shut up and fuck me, ferret," She giggled, biting back a moan when he did as she asked.
It was everything at once. The smooth skin of her thighs under his fingers, her hips grinding against his thrusts, the sound of her breathing, the soft scent of her hair and her heart beating against his chest. He pressed inside her again and again, mindlessly caught up in the heat of the moment.
Everything he touched, heard, smelled, thought, wanted… it was all her.
" So good," She whispered, kissing his neck, " It's so good."
" Granger," He bit out, " I think I might-"
" Come," She ordered.
There's more to you than I imagined, she'd said.
His orgasm ricocheted through him, pleasure cutting through him like a well-wielded sword, and for a moment he actually saw white. When his body stopped pounding, Draco opened his eyes and found that he had pulled down a set of velvet curtains covering a window, and they were nearly falling down the wall.
She choked on a laugh as they slid down, coming to rest in his lap.
" Are you laughing at me?" He accused.
" I'm sorry, it's just the way you looked at the curtain and then at me," Granger giggled, " Like… like… like you'd been caught with your hand in the cookie jar."
He smirked, " Didn't I?"
She giggled, playing with the chain around his neck, " Oh, I need to catch my breath."
" Same," He released the curtains, smiling himself at the metallic clink as the pole hit the floor, " You like it?"
" What?" She seemed dazed.
Draco smirked and kissed her neck, " The chain."
She felt along the length of it.
" Found it under the floorboards in a guest room," He ran his tongue along a pressure point and she sighed in response.
" Is it cursed?" She breathed, pulling him closer with the object in question.
" No, rather powerful protection charm on it, though," He nibbled her earlobe.
" Whose was it?"
" My great grandmother's I think. It was supposed to be passed down to her daughter in law, but it was lost," He pulled back from her neck and kissed her lush lips, " I guess she didn't like my Grandmother all too well."
" It's beautiful, like a snake's scales," She said admiringly, " Are you trying to get ready for round two?"
" Can't a man enjoy some sexually charged neck kissing without getting the third degree?" He smirked.
She giggled, " Can't a woman question the motives of the man who she had sex with without getting the third degree?"
He pretended to gasp, " Why, Miss Granger, I had only the noblest intentions in this clandestine arrangement! How dare you twist that first rate blowjob you just gave me into something dirty!"
Granger pretended to hang her head in shame, flushing sweetly, " I'm so sorry that I thought your intention might be to have sex with me again tonight, can you ever forgive me?"
He sniffed, " I'm not sure Miss Granger, for anyone with a heart could see that me fucking you ruthlessly against a wall meant true and everlasting love."
She giggled again.
" See, isn't it more fun when you admit I'm funny?" He smirked.
" Perhaps," She allowed, resting her head on his shoulder.
He smiled, " Oh, I forgot to mention, my mother found a hairpin of yours."
" Did she have a fit?" Granger's voice was tinged with anxiousness.
" Yes, but it's alright now, just don't leave any underwear lying around," Draco admonished lightly.
" Well, you keep vanishing mine, so it probably won't be a problem, will it?" He could tell she was trying to joke, but there was a harshness to the last two words.
" I didn't tell her who you were, don't worry," He soothed.
" I'm not," She responded stiffly.
He hesitated, but she broke the silence.
" I think I'm just tired," She said, " I haven't slept much the past few days."
" Sorry," He tried to bring back the playfulness of a few moments ago but it was lost. Did Granger for some reason want to leave things here? Or did she want his mother to know?
She withdrew from his arms, looking down at him with a weak smile, " Well I'll sleep well tonight."
" Did I upset you?"
" No, no, I just," Her eyes darted to the couch, " I just can't believe I was so careless."
" It was a hairpin," He shook his head, " Don't worry about it I was just telling you because I thought it was funny."
She stood and began gathering her clothes quickly and quietly.
" It was funny," She responded.
Draco kept his mouth shut. If she didn't want to talk about it, he wouldn't force it.
" I'll talk to you in a few days?" He asked quietly.
" Yes, of course," Her voice was a far cry from the husky way she'd spoken in his arms.
He watched her go, not taking his eyes off her until she'd stepped into the fireplace and with a whisp of floo powder, was gone.
Draco nearly spoke the words out loud, because the questions came so fast he could not sort them out. What had upset her? And if she had been upset, why? Was it because someone knew he had an arrangement? Because it was his mother? Was she embarrassed? Or was this nothing at all? She'd certainly been curt when she first came in, although that was hardly cause for alarm. He'd done nothing to break the rules of their agreement, and for that matter neither had she.
But she might have been wanting to break it. This thought slammed into him with such a force that he had to shut his eyes.
It didn't bother him. There was no way it could bother him except that it did, and the emotion was too strong to ignore.
Draco stood slowly, donning his pants without underwear, and reaching for his brandy glass. He drained it, and then refilled it wandlessly.
Perhaps he was tired too.
Perhaps he should go to bed and wake up in the morning more clear-headed for it. Perhaps if her mood swings affected him so much, he should be thinking about ending it.
Perhaps he should have ended it as soon as he saw the damn missing prophecy. The emotions that had accompanied that were not pleasant.
Draco drained his glass again.
Why couldn't this just be as simple as he'd thought it would be? It certainly seemed simple on her side.
There's more to you than I imagined, she'd said. He had to hand it to her. She'd certainly made him wonder if there was more to her. And if she would ever show it to him.