Didn't want you guys to wait, so here it is.
WARNING - Smutty smut smut smut. You've been warned.
She felt the spiralling sensation of being pulled through the floo and remembered how it felt to travel this way while intoxicated. When they arrived at their destination, he didn't release her, for which she was grateful, as she might have fallen over. That wouldn't have been attractive.
She stepped out of the fireplace, looking around the small living room they had arrived at.
"It's not what I expected" she said.
"This is the only place I have that Astoria doesn't know about" he said.
"So no chance of being interrupted?" she asked.
"Caught" he corrected.
"Right" she responded, remembering that what they were doing was so very wrong.
"This is the living room, there is a kitchen through there" he pointed in the direction of a dark unlit room before guiding her down a small carpeted hall, "that is the guest room, library to your left, a bathroom to your right, and the bedroom at the end" he said, opening each door as he spoke and showing her the rooms, one by one. Her breath hitched at the sight of the library. It looked like it had to have been magicked as the shelves extended far beyond what the size of the room could possibly accommodate.
When they arrived at the bedroom, she suddenly began to feel nervous. Her palms were sweaty, her knees weak, and her skin prickled. She was all confidence until the moment was actually upon her. Until the thing that was only ever an idea, a thought, a possibility, was real.
Suddenly, his hands were on her back, hot, like fire. Her skin ached in the most marvellous way, and her mind went blank. His fingers traced softly up her arm, to the sleeve of her dress, before he pulled the thin strap to the side, placing a kiss on her should from behind.
"I thought this was just… well, you have a goal here, right?" she asked.
"Yes, Granger I'm well aware of what the goal is here. Its not just something you rush into. It's a process" he said.
"Well, forgive me if this is all new to me" she said.
"You're forgiven" he said, turning her to face him. "You sure you want to do this?" he asked.
"I'm here, aren't I? There's no going back now" she said.
"Actually, Granger, you can go back at any time" he said, his face serious, like his tone.
"No, I… I'm sure" she said. "For research purposes, obviously" she said.
He smiled, baring his dimples and she leaned forward on her toes, placing her lips on his, eager to relieve some of the awkwardness. He kissed her slowly, gently seeking guidance and admittance beyond her lips after tracing her top lip with his tongue. The desire coursing through her body was almost overwhelming, as it pooled in her lower abdomen.
When his hands trailed down her sides and his body bent to gather the bottom of her dress in his hands, her breath hitched in her throat. This was actually it. Malfoy was going to do things to her till he was satisfied that she wasn't going to orgasm. Of that she was certain. She had assured herself that it wasn't possible, but somehow, something inside of her was telling her, maybe he was right.
She closed her eyes as his mouth found her collarbone and his teeth grazed the soft skin. He trailed kisses up her jaw, behind her ear as he straightened his body with her dress in his hands. She thought he was going to take it off, but he let the hem of her dress fall as his hands found their way underneath the silk, up her bare legs before he gripped her backside. She was glad that she had worn her nicer underwear. She would have been mortified if she had chosen to wear, what Ron had called, her 'granny knickers'.
He was an expert in kissing, combining that with how his hands were softly grazing her flesh, she was absolutely melting into him.
He continued his travels underneath the fabric of her dress, up her waist, getting stuck against the form fitting material. He withdrew his hands, gripping the bottom of her dress and lifted it off over her head.
Hermione stood in just her underpants and stick on bra, feeling suddenly very self-conscious. This was Draco Malfoy. She was standing before him, almost naked, having practically begged him to attempt to make her scream his name into the heavens. What was she doing?
"What on earth is this?" he asked, running his hands over the stick on bra.
"Its… a muggle contraption" she said, covering it with her hands.
"No way, let me see, I need to get a look at this" he said, taking her hands in his and carefully removing them from her front.
She sighed and stood there, taking her hands out of his and placing them on her hips. She turned her head to the side as he stood investigating the silicone cups. She tensed as he placed a finger underneath one and gently peeled it off, then did the same to the other before carefully placing them on his dresser.
"That's better, now we can see what we're working with" he said, standing before her almost naked form.
"You're making this awkward, Malfoy… Can we just get it over with?" she asked.
"That's the problem, right there, Granger. Too eager to be done. You need to take things slow, admire the view" he said, as he removed his own tie, leaving her standing there.
"Can I at least sit?" she asked.
"Sure" he said with a shrug as he removed his shoes and cufflinks.
She sat on the edge of the bed, watching carefully as he undressed himself. She wondered if he assumed they'd be having sex, or whether she had actually thought about it either. He did tell her he could get the job done without it, so she assumed that once he had either done it, or discovered that it wasn't happening, that would be that.
When he had removed his shirt, singlet and pants, he stood before her in his boxer shorts and she found herself admiring his toned physique.
"Are you just naturally built that way, or do you work out?" she asked.
"I have a gym at my house" he said.
"Your castle" she corrected.
"If you prefer" he said, climbing onto the bed with his knees beside hers.
He kissed her once, before taking her by the shoulders and hoisting her up so that she was laying with her head almost on the pillow. As he made his way up her body, he stopped at the apex of her thighs and ran his nose in between the space there.
"Hmmm" he said as he continued upwards, leaving trails of kisses in his wake.
"See Granger, this is how you should be treated. Every… single…time" he said, in between placing kisses on her sensitive skin.
"A man should worship your body. This body…. Its fucking incredible" he said, reaching her mouth again. She could feel his arousal pressing against her and it surprised her that he was so incredibly turned on. She hadn't done anything. She just laid there.
She felt incredibly awkward, having no idea what to do with her hands or her body. She didn't know where to put her legs. She was far from a virgin, far from inexperienced, yet, she felt completely out of her depth.
Malfoy seemed to get it, placing his hand on her leg and relaxing it a little. His fingers travelled up her thigh as his mouth danced with hers. She felt herself tense as his fingers brushed against her, through her underwear.
"Relax" he said to her, as her body tensed. She nodded. "If you want to stop…" he began.
"No, I don't want to stop" she said almost too quickly.
He smiled as his hand found its way into her underwear and began touching her in places she hadn't been touched before. Her body felt like it was on fire. Nerve endings were igniting, and things were feeling fuzzy.
His hand expertly caressed, what she had come to realise may have been her clitoris, and her breathing accelerated. She whimpered as he slowly inserted a finger inside of her, the dryness she usually felt whenever Ron touched her was non-existent.
She had no idea what he was doing, but she knew that he was doing it right. He was pressing against her with his palm while curling his fingers up inside of her. And it was heaven. She would orgasm. She knew it now. She could feel it building. It was like heat that began in the exact place he was touching, and spread outward, through her whole body. She felt it in her toes, in her hands, in her hair even, if that was possible. In the moment where she felt like she might not be able to take it any longer, when her breathing became almost too fast, when her whimpers grew into gasps, she saw stars behind her eyes as she rammed them closed and with her hands gripping the sheets and her back arched, she experienced her first over orgasm, literally, at the hand of Draco Malfoy.
He was relentless. Almost as though one wasn't enough, bringing from her another almost immediately. Almost as though he wanted her to know that not only was it possible, it was simple. Easy. He withdrew his hand and she thought it was over. She thought that was it. She thought, when he moved his body down, towards the end of the bed that he was ready to be done with her.
She was wrong. He had removed her underpants and now took her legs in his hands, her legs that felt like jelly. She eyed him curiously as he smiled up at her and dipped his head low between her legs. The warmth of his soft tongue connected with the place where he had pressed against her, like a button. Turned something on within her that she didn't think she'd ever want to turn off.
If this is what people did in the bedroom, how could they ever leave?
His tongue caressed her, expertly and skilfully stroked her in so so many right places while his long fingers curled their way back inside of her, beckoning her, almost pulling her back into another round of gasping moans that led towards her next orgasm. Or orgasms. She didn't know how to reconcile this in her head, how to establish where one orgasm stopped and the next began.
She barely noticed that he had made his way back up the length of her body and was caressing her breasts now. The sensations that were coursing through her body were almost too much to bear. She had had her first and second and probably tenth orgasm, but there was something more. Her body was screaming at her for more.
"Malfoy… I… I need…" she whimpered, not even sure what it was she was asking for.
She heard a low sound reverberate inside of him, almost like a growl. She needed something from him, something more.
And that's what she got.
She hadn't really considered that they would have actual sex. That he would pound himself into her so forcefully, so unexpectedly. She hadn't expected it, yet, it was just what she needed. It was the climax to the climax, as he methodically slid himself inside her and back, hard and fast, again and again. He was bigger than Ron, not by much, but by enough. The bed was slamming against the wall as he showed her just how this should be. Just how it could be. He reached up and placed his two hands on the headboard, bracing himself while continuing, his stamina incredible. She felt the now familiar heat begin, deep within her, building quickly as he seemed to be hitting some place inside of her that she didn't know existed.
"Merlin, Malfoy, please…" she cried out, as the pleasure was incredible. She thought that the orgasms from his hand and mouth were intense, but this was something so much more. So much bigger than any of that. He kept up his pace, over and over again, grinding his pelvis against her, hitting the secret spot over and over, drawing cries out of her now that echoed off the walls. Her hands clung to him, sweat beading on his skin as her fingernails dug into his biceps. The feeling, like climbing, like finding the peak of a mountain. She was almost there, and it was the best thing she had ever felt in her life. The top was there, the summit, the peak, she could see it, she could feel it, touch it almost… and then she was there. She made it. Her body exploded with pleasure, her throat burning with her screams as he gave her the last of himself. She barely noticed the groan he let out upon receiving his own gratification, as he thrust upon her twice more, spilling himself into her, his throbbing erection coming apart itself, growing softer with its own climatic ending.
He gently rolled off her and laid beside her, leaving her breathless and completely exposed. As she came down form her high, she realised what had just happened.
"You going to say I told you so?" she asked him, breaking the silence that had grown far too extensive.
"Well, now that you mention it…" he said, sitting up and turning to let his legs hand over the side of the bed.
She continued to lay there, wondering what she ought to do now. She had only ever pushed Ron off her, placed her pants back on and gone to sleep after unfulfilling sex. Now, she didn't know if she could get up, let alone, get her clothes on and go home. It was something she hadn't considered. Then again, she hadn't really thought this far ahead. The idea that he would have been successful in his mission and they'd have had the most incredible sex of her life never really occurred to her. She didn't know how to move forward from here.
"I uh… I guess I'll go" she said, turning and letting her legs hang off the other side of the bed to where he was.
When he didn't say anything, she took her wand from the bedside table and summoned her clothes, dressing quickly.
When she stood, her jelly legs protested, and she stumbled towards the door, receiving a slight chuckle from Malfoy. She made her way to the bathroom and freshened herself up, straightened her clothes, fixed her hair and eyed herself in the mirror. Her face, neck and chest were all flushed, her skin blazing red. She really looked a mess, but her body hummed with complete and utter satisfaction.
She stood in the doorway of the bedroom as Malfoy buttoned his shirt and replaced his cufflinks.
"Well, I suppose it goes without saying that this isn't something we should tell anybody about" she said, feeling suddenly highly nervous.
"And I guess it also goes without saying that this was just a one off" he said.
"Of course... Absolutely" she said, nodding emphatically, agreeing that they shouldn't ever have a repeat. He was married and she was with Ron, practically married, with a child. This, as amazing as it had been, was so so very wrong.
Now that she knew what her body was capable of, she had hoped it would be like a floodgate. It was open. She knew it worked, so hopefully she could get Ron to experiment with her.
She made her way through the cottage and stood before the mantle hoping that when she arrived back at the Burrow, no one would be awake to notice the time of her arrival.
"Great night, Granger" he said, nodding to her with a smile.
"I uh… yes, it was" she said, not sure if she could look him in the eye now. The alcohol had worn off and the confidence she felt an hour ago was now not-existent.
She took a handful of floo powder and stepped into the floo. Malfoy smiled, complete with dimples, which Hermione had come to understand meant he was genuinely happy. 'Of course, all men would be happy to have given someone the best sex of their life' she thought as she dropped the powder and called "The Burrow" in the green flames.
AN - I have a child free day today and have spent the entire day writing. Hence all the updates today. I may do one more yet. We'll see. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Hermione sure did.
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