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*Reviews:
~Sex & Diamonds: here's your chapter. I don't think that Hermione and Draco can fuck each other's brains out. This isn't about sex. This is about romance- this is about the love that every woman deserves and is denied of. This is about Hermione's wants, needs, and the realization that Draco was there all along. I've had a long day, babe, LA heard this speech before.
~All other reviewers, its late, but I'll acknowledge you in the next chapter.
*A/N: Ok, fine, I lied. There is no way in hell I can post a chapter every week, but I swear I'll never leave you hanging for too long. LA would kill me. On a personal note, I can't write love when I'm not making it, so if this chapter sucks, scream "screw Ohio", no offense to any Ohio babes out there. There's an ass in your midst. And if you know who you are that's reading this, go fuck yourself. You don't inspire me. And for the record, "I understand", I really, finally
understand.
Pardon the simplicity of this chapter. The most complex part is 'priapic spasms' from Lysistrata, which we're reading in English. I added it for Kyle's and LA's sake. *shakes head* AP: smarter than the dumb kids, still dumber than the smart kids.
Oh, and I'm listening to Savage Garden's "Affirmation" CD, just in case you recognize anything in here. Just two lines- let's see if you catch them. That's the CD he wrote after his divorce. Felt appropriate enough. **NUMB**
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Chapter Nine
The Awakening
Against an emerald couch on the floor of the Slytherin Common Room, Hermione Granger melted into the seat of Draco Malfoy's lap. His touch was gentle, and both felt quite content to slowly explore each other's bodies. Draco embraced Hermione in his strong arms, and with her head against his chest, she breathed in the subtle scent she would come to identify him with.
He raised his hand to trace her face, and as he lifted her jaw to his, they tasted each other for the first time. Her lips instinctively knew their way to meet his, her top lip conforming to the space beneath his, and his tongue longing to touch hers. Parting her lips, not hesitantly but not rushed,
she allowed his tongue to wet her lips, pass her teeth, and trace the roof of her mouth. It was a feeling like no other. She licked his tongue, tasting it, remembering it, and following it into his own mouth. As his lips closed around hers, she sucked on his tongue, taking in his saliva. The logical, thinking Hermione would shudder at the idea, but this curious, overtaken Hermione wanted to taste everything Draco had to offer.
This may have been Hermione's first kiss, but certainly the best Draco had ever experienced. His closed eyes opened, if but briefly, and the intensity and pleasure washing over her face made him tense. She shifted in his lap, extending the centralized sensation into a wave of feelings that consumed his whole body, and brought every inch of his skin to attention. Slowly, this semi-platonic cuddle was developing into a stronger, intimate heat- enough to send the sensitive fireplace ablaze. The light danced on the couple as they turned their bodies to face each other. Their faces glistened with mutual adoration, and both pulled apart from their intense kisses.
Draco felt for the discarded blanket and spread it out over the floor. If what was going to happen was going to happen, he didn't want it to be any less than perfect for her. For either of them.
Hermione felt so shy all at once. Seventeen years old, and she had just had her first kiss. Was this going too fast? Nothing in her body was refusing, and she moved towards him. Holding his waist- both on their knees- she kissed him again, still holding back for fear of rejection, but more aggressively, with hopes of progression.
Holding her to him, he accepted her kiss, and returned it, accompanied with his hands just under the hemline of her shirt. She did nothing to move them, his hands felt so natural in the bend of her waist. Slowly gliding his hands over her skin, yet just barely touching her, he began to lift her shirt. The teasing lack of touch was beginning to arouse her, and a tingling, wet feeling told her so.
Massaging his lower back, she, too, made her way under his shirt. Knowing he would have no resistance, she tugged at his ribbed sweater and pulled it over his head. His toned body glowed in the dim lighting, and Hermione was pleased with what she'd revealed. Broad shoulders cascading into muscular biceps, rolling into firm forearms and powerful hands. A toned chest, still bare from young adulthood, which she placed her palms upon. Her hands made their way from his collar bone to his nipples, and she rubbed them in a soft circular motion, having no idea the power she had over him in that instant.
Draco leaned over her, dragging his lips down her neck and to her shoulders as he undid the buttons on her shirt, torturously slowly. When the final button released, she removed her hands
from him, and let his hands guide the fabric down her arms. Her skin was like satin, smooth, soft, and warm. He held her up by her waist as he sat back down on his ankles, licking between her breasts, tracing her toned abs down to her jeans. Grasping the button firmly between his teeth, and cupping her bottom in his hands, he began to remove the denim that concealed his beloved's prize. He slid her pants off of her legs as she held onto his shoulders.
She let her left hand grip the back of his neck firmly, as she sucked his lips again and drifted her right hand onto forbidden territory. His arousal was obvious, and the fact that he needed her lit a desire so intense, Hermione wouldn't need much more to climax. She mimicked his movements, releasing his bulge from its confinement with her teeth. His boxers, black and silver, shone brightly in the fire's light, and accentuated his prominent manhood.
Sensing her lack of expertise and apprehension, and who was he to feign experience?, Draco decided that foreplay would not include fondling, unless she consented to it. He, however, was
willing to try anything. Pulling her up and against him, his passion just above her's, he slid his hands beside her breasts and unhooked her bra. It was liberating, exposing, and raw. Her brassiere was her security. Without it, she felt open to the world, and she pressed herself to him, hoping he wouldn't look at her in the light.
"Wait, this isn't right," whispered Draco.
Hermione's cheeks reddened. He was disappointed at her. Her body was a total failure to everything he'd ever thought he should see his first time. She just couldn't compete with his
imagination...
Draco wrapped the blanket around an embarrassed Hermione, but to her surprise, he lifted her and carried her into his former bedroom.
"What? What are you-?"
"Shh," Draco pressed his fingers to her lips as he laid her onto the bed. "I want this to be perfect, because you are perfect and deserve nothing less. They haven't gotten a new Prefect, so this is still mine as far as I'm concerned. I'll be right back," he promised, as he flew into the common room to straighten up, God forbid anyone should come back early. Hermione took this moment to peek into Draco's desk, and of the six or seven ingredients there, she recognized four that she could drip together and ingest as a 'prevention potion' of sorts, if you will.
Feeling safer, knowing she wouldn't stop what she hoped would happen between them, Hermione managed to return to the sheets just as Draco shut the door and muttered the useful fifth year incantation "Spatium Silentius". They couldn't hear out, and out couldn't hear them.
Now cold from his partially-nude expedition, he sought out Hermione's warmth like an enchanted spirit to a fairy. She draped the linens over him and held him firm to her breast. Her hair was spread out over the pillow cases, and she looked like a goddess. His scent, which she'd missed for only moments, was an aphrodisiac that awakened her hibernating sexuality, and her virginal body was now rubbing against his, grinding against him, though still clad in a thin, soaked cloth. Her hands gripped Draco's boxers and slid them down, passing his erected phallus and eventually discarding them by throwing them onto his desk.
Sliding under the blankets, Draco kissed his way down her belly, over her underwear, and circling her clit. He noticed her drenched panties, and thought it best to remove them, for further explorative purposes. His tongue teased her wickedly, licking her left lip and sliding onto her inner thigh. His thumb balanced the torture by pressing unto her other inner thigh, just next to her opening, now throbbing for penetration.
Wanting above everything to please her, but most importantly, to love her, Draco came up to face her. Rolling on top of her, near her opening, but careful to caress every inch of her flesh, he kissed her softly. In that instant, any doubt in Hermione's mind that she would ever love anyone
more faded. She didn't need an orgasm to know she loved him. She didn't need his tongue, or his arms, or his face, or anything. She just wanted his reassurance. His voice.
His legs wrapped hers, their hips began a slow grind, her back arched drawing her close to him. Her chest heaved under him, and he lifted his body to avoid hurting her more than he thought he might. His hands, god, how to describe them. He knew just how to touch her, comfort her. Let her know that she meant the world to him. This moment, however mutual, was him giving of himself to her.
With both pairs of eyes both wide open, and scared, the virgins consummated the single most spectacular touch of their lives. She awkwardly shifted to accommodate him, but Draco knew that no matter how much it would hurt her, he would have to force himself into her. As he did so, she dug her nails into his shoulders. A tear- of joy, of love, of pain, of need, of grace, of purity- slid down her cheek. The mark remaining on his flesh burned- externalizing his heart and soul.
Speeding up, and learning to slow down and enjoy themselves, Draco and Hermione experimented with their new found connection, and concentrated on their own desires. He knew
that the deeper he entered her, as his body pressed her mound, she would come closer and closer to climaxing. He prayed she was limber. His hands reached down her ribs, around her back, and to her buttocks. Spreading them, he lifted her pelvis upward- and she cooperated by lifting her knees as high as they would extend. As she felt him sliding into and out of her, she felt a trembling within her- a fiery, hot, tense contraction of arousal.
"Draco-" the words barely escaped her lips. Hermione sharply inhaled and firmly pressed his body against her. Ragged drags of breathing, inconsistent and without pattern, gave way to wave upon wave of explosive muscle constrictions that grasped her lover, and held him with in her.
"Herm- mione..." nothing could compare with this feeling. Overwhelmed with his own priapic spasms, Draco could do nothing to hold himself back from her. Spilling himself deep within her, his mind cleared, and his throat dried. He searched for her mouth, and as they kissed, both breathless, both thirsty, they descended into a conscious level of contentment beside each other.
In their heat, the sheets had slipped off of them, exposing everything from their mid-thighs up. Neither sensed their exposure, and both remained firmly holding on to each other. Not sure what to say next, they smiled. Silly, happy, stupid grins that they would keep splattered on for as long as they could.
"That was, I don't know if there's a word for what that was. You are so beautiful," Draco nuzzled his nose against hers, and the words smeared across her lips.
"I can't believe that happened," a bewildered Hermione let a sigh escape, then shyly confessed, "I'm still shaking."
"I don't think I'll ever stop shaking!" both laughed, enjoying each other's company. Suddenly aware of their nudity, Draco reached for the blanket, not wanting his love to feel cold, but
Hermione's hand stopped him. She took his hand and brought it to her waist, drawing herself closer than she already was. This was bliss, and she wasn't going to let it go so fast.
"Don't ever let go of me, please, Draco," the notion of what had just occurred between them was beginning to dawn on her, and those barriers he had torn down were starting to rebuild
themselves. For all she knew, she could wake up the next morning and have this be over and done with.
"Do you- do you love me? Because I've wanted you to for so long, and I've needed you for so long that I can't begin to imagine my life without you, and that scares me Hermione. I've never needed anyone the way I need you, I need you to hold me tonight," the world had deserted him, just as he had decided to let it fall. It was as though someone had kicked him off of the face of the planet, and Hermione had realized he was hanging on by his fingertips, and in this one night she'd save him. She had saved him in this one night.
"I knew it from the moment we met that you would be the one. I can't explain it, I couldn't imagine how or when or why. But I think I loved you before I even knew you existed. I love you, and I'm here and I won't leave you," Hermione took note of a vulnerability in her lover that she had never once imagined existed. He was like a rock- the foundation of everything, strong, supportive, and yet she wore away on him- to his core- as a stream to pebbles. He trusted her, and she had awakened to the idea that she trusted him, too.
She held him to her naked breast, breathing in his musky scent- cherishing that scent. He covered her lips with his own, but this kiss was like a rose petal to her lips. Soft, how he could be gentle when he wanted to be!, and she returned it with an honest sincerity. Entranced, tired, and loved, the couple slept in each other's arms.
"I love you, Hermione," and he would never let her fall.
*Reviews:
~Sex & Diamonds: here's your chapter. I don't think that Hermione and Draco can fuck each other's brains out. This isn't about sex. This is about romance- this is about the love that every woman deserves and is denied of. This is about Hermione's wants, needs, and the realization that Draco was there all along. I've had a long day, babe, LA heard this speech before.
~All other reviewers, its late, but I'll acknowledge you in the next chapter.
*A/N: Ok, fine, I lied. There is no way in hell I can post a chapter every week, but I swear I'll never leave you hanging for too long. LA would kill me. On a personal note, I can't write love when I'm not making it, so if this chapter sucks, scream "screw Ohio", no offense to any Ohio babes out there. There's an ass in your midst. And if you know who you are that's reading this, go fuck yourself. You don't inspire me. And for the record, "I understand", I really, finally
understand.
Pardon the simplicity of this chapter. The most complex part is 'priapic spasms' from Lysistrata, which we're reading in English. I added it for Kyle's and LA's sake. *shakes head* AP: smarter than the dumb kids, still dumber than the smart kids.
Oh, and I'm listening to Savage Garden's "Affirmation" CD, just in case you recognize anything in here. Just two lines- let's see if you catch them. That's the CD he wrote after his divorce. Felt appropriate enough. **NUMB**
Corrupt
Chapter Nine
The Awakening
Against an emerald couch on the floor of the Slytherin Common Room, Hermione Granger melted into the seat of Draco Malfoy's lap. His touch was gentle, and both felt quite content to slowly explore each other's bodies. Draco embraced Hermione in his strong arms, and with her head against his chest, she breathed in the subtle scent she would come to identify him with.
He raised his hand to trace her face, and as he lifted her jaw to his, they tasted each other for the first time. Her lips instinctively knew their way to meet his, her top lip conforming to the space beneath his, and his tongue longing to touch hers. Parting her lips, not hesitantly but not rushed,
she allowed his tongue to wet her lips, pass her teeth, and trace the roof of her mouth. It was a feeling like no other. She licked his tongue, tasting it, remembering it, and following it into his own mouth. As his lips closed around hers, she sucked on his tongue, taking in his saliva. The logical, thinking Hermione would shudder at the idea, but this curious, overtaken Hermione wanted to taste everything Draco had to offer.
This may have been Hermione's first kiss, but certainly the best Draco had ever experienced. His closed eyes opened, if but briefly, and the intensity and pleasure washing over her face made him tense. She shifted in his lap, extending the centralized sensation into a wave of feelings that consumed his whole body, and brought every inch of his skin to attention. Slowly, this semi-platonic cuddle was developing into a stronger, intimate heat- enough to send the sensitive fireplace ablaze. The light danced on the couple as they turned their bodies to face each other. Their faces glistened with mutual adoration, and both pulled apart from their intense kisses.
Draco felt for the discarded blanket and spread it out over the floor. If what was going to happen was going to happen, he didn't want it to be any less than perfect for her. For either of them.
Hermione felt so shy all at once. Seventeen years old, and she had just had her first kiss. Was this going too fast? Nothing in her body was refusing, and she moved towards him. Holding his waist- both on their knees- she kissed him again, still holding back for fear of rejection, but more aggressively, with hopes of progression.
Holding her to him, he accepted her kiss, and returned it, accompanied with his hands just under the hemline of her shirt. She did nothing to move them, his hands felt so natural in the bend of her waist. Slowly gliding his hands over her skin, yet just barely touching her, he began to lift her shirt. The teasing lack of touch was beginning to arouse her, and a tingling, wet feeling told her so.
Massaging his lower back, she, too, made her way under his shirt. Knowing he would have no resistance, she tugged at his ribbed sweater and pulled it over his head. His toned body glowed in the dim lighting, and Hermione was pleased with what she'd revealed. Broad shoulders cascading into muscular biceps, rolling into firm forearms and powerful hands. A toned chest, still bare from young adulthood, which she placed her palms upon. Her hands made their way from his collar bone to his nipples, and she rubbed them in a soft circular motion, having no idea the power she had over him in that instant.
Draco leaned over her, dragging his lips down her neck and to her shoulders as he undid the buttons on her shirt, torturously slowly. When the final button released, she removed her hands
from him, and let his hands guide the fabric down her arms. Her skin was like satin, smooth, soft, and warm. He held her up by her waist as he sat back down on his ankles, licking between her breasts, tracing her toned abs down to her jeans. Grasping the button firmly between his teeth, and cupping her bottom in his hands, he began to remove the denim that concealed his beloved's prize. He slid her pants off of her legs as she held onto his shoulders.
She let her left hand grip the back of his neck firmly, as she sucked his lips again and drifted her right hand onto forbidden territory. His arousal was obvious, and the fact that he needed her lit a desire so intense, Hermione wouldn't need much more to climax. She mimicked his movements, releasing his bulge from its confinement with her teeth. His boxers, black and silver, shone brightly in the fire's light, and accentuated his prominent manhood.
Sensing her lack of expertise and apprehension, and who was he to feign experience?, Draco decided that foreplay would not include fondling, unless she consented to it. He, however, was
willing to try anything. Pulling her up and against him, his passion just above her's, he slid his hands beside her breasts and unhooked her bra. It was liberating, exposing, and raw. Her brassiere was her security. Without it, she felt open to the world, and she pressed herself to him, hoping he wouldn't look at her in the light.
"Wait, this isn't right," whispered Draco.
Hermione's cheeks reddened. He was disappointed at her. Her body was a total failure to everything he'd ever thought he should see his first time. She just couldn't compete with his
imagination...
Draco wrapped the blanket around an embarrassed Hermione, but to her surprise, he lifted her and carried her into his former bedroom.
"What? What are you-?"
"Shh," Draco pressed his fingers to her lips as he laid her onto the bed. "I want this to be perfect, because you are perfect and deserve nothing less. They haven't gotten a new Prefect, so this is still mine as far as I'm concerned. I'll be right back," he promised, as he flew into the common room to straighten up, God forbid anyone should come back early. Hermione took this moment to peek into Draco's desk, and of the six or seven ingredients there, she recognized four that she could drip together and ingest as a 'prevention potion' of sorts, if you will.
Feeling safer, knowing she wouldn't stop what she hoped would happen between them, Hermione managed to return to the sheets just as Draco shut the door and muttered the useful fifth year incantation "Spatium Silentius". They couldn't hear out, and out couldn't hear them.
Now cold from his partially-nude expedition, he sought out Hermione's warmth like an enchanted spirit to a fairy. She draped the linens over him and held him firm to her breast. Her hair was spread out over the pillow cases, and she looked like a goddess. His scent, which she'd missed for only moments, was an aphrodisiac that awakened her hibernating sexuality, and her virginal body was now rubbing against his, grinding against him, though still clad in a thin, soaked cloth. Her hands gripped Draco's boxers and slid them down, passing his erected phallus and eventually discarding them by throwing them onto his desk.
Sliding under the blankets, Draco kissed his way down her belly, over her underwear, and circling her clit. He noticed her drenched panties, and thought it best to remove them, for further explorative purposes. His tongue teased her wickedly, licking her left lip and sliding onto her inner thigh. His thumb balanced the torture by pressing unto her other inner thigh, just next to her opening, now throbbing for penetration.
Wanting above everything to please her, but most importantly, to love her, Draco came up to face her. Rolling on top of her, near her opening, but careful to caress every inch of her flesh, he kissed her softly. In that instant, any doubt in Hermione's mind that she would ever love anyone
more faded. She didn't need an orgasm to know she loved him. She didn't need his tongue, or his arms, or his face, or anything. She just wanted his reassurance. His voice.
His legs wrapped hers, their hips began a slow grind, her back arched drawing her close to him. Her chest heaved under him, and he lifted his body to avoid hurting her more than he thought he might. His hands, god, how to describe them. He knew just how to touch her, comfort her. Let her know that she meant the world to him. This moment, however mutual, was him giving of himself to her.
With both pairs of eyes both wide open, and scared, the virgins consummated the single most spectacular touch of their lives. She awkwardly shifted to accommodate him, but Draco knew that no matter how much it would hurt her, he would have to force himself into her. As he did so, she dug her nails into his shoulders. A tear- of joy, of love, of pain, of need, of grace, of purity- slid down her cheek. The mark remaining on his flesh burned- externalizing his heart and soul.
Speeding up, and learning to slow down and enjoy themselves, Draco and Hermione experimented with their new found connection, and concentrated on their own desires. He knew
that the deeper he entered her, as his body pressed her mound, she would come closer and closer to climaxing. He prayed she was limber. His hands reached down her ribs, around her back, and to her buttocks. Spreading them, he lifted her pelvis upward- and she cooperated by lifting her knees as high as they would extend. As she felt him sliding into and out of her, she felt a trembling within her- a fiery, hot, tense contraction of arousal.
"Draco-" the words barely escaped her lips. Hermione sharply inhaled and firmly pressed his body against her. Ragged drags of breathing, inconsistent and without pattern, gave way to wave upon wave of explosive muscle constrictions that grasped her lover, and held him with in her.
"Herm- mione..." nothing could compare with this feeling. Overwhelmed with his own priapic spasms, Draco could do nothing to hold himself back from her. Spilling himself deep within her, his mind cleared, and his throat dried. He searched for her mouth, and as they kissed, both breathless, both thirsty, they descended into a conscious level of contentment beside each other.
In their heat, the sheets had slipped off of them, exposing everything from their mid-thighs up. Neither sensed their exposure, and both remained firmly holding on to each other. Not sure what to say next, they smiled. Silly, happy, stupid grins that they would keep splattered on for as long as they could.
"That was, I don't know if there's a word for what that was. You are so beautiful," Draco nuzzled his nose against hers, and the words smeared across her lips.
"I can't believe that happened," a bewildered Hermione let a sigh escape, then shyly confessed, "I'm still shaking."
"I don't think I'll ever stop shaking!" both laughed, enjoying each other's company. Suddenly aware of their nudity, Draco reached for the blanket, not wanting his love to feel cold, but
Hermione's hand stopped him. She took his hand and brought it to her waist, drawing herself closer than she already was. This was bliss, and she wasn't going to let it go so fast.
"Don't ever let go of me, please, Draco," the notion of what had just occurred between them was beginning to dawn on her, and those barriers he had torn down were starting to rebuild
themselves. For all she knew, she could wake up the next morning and have this be over and done with.
"Do you- do you love me? Because I've wanted you to for so long, and I've needed you for so long that I can't begin to imagine my life without you, and that scares me Hermione. I've never needed anyone the way I need you, I need you to hold me tonight," the world had deserted him, just as he had decided to let it fall. It was as though someone had kicked him off of the face of the planet, and Hermione had realized he was hanging on by his fingertips, and in this one night she'd save him. She had saved him in this one night.
"I knew it from the moment we met that you would be the one. I can't explain it, I couldn't imagine how or when or why. But I think I loved you before I even knew you existed. I love you, and I'm here and I won't leave you," Hermione took note of a vulnerability in her lover that she had never once imagined existed. He was like a rock- the foundation of everything, strong, supportive, and yet she wore away on him- to his core- as a stream to pebbles. He trusted her, and she had awakened to the idea that she trusted him, too.
She held him to her naked breast, breathing in his musky scent- cherishing that scent. He covered her lips with his own, but this kiss was like a rose petal to her lips. Soft, how he could be gentle when he wanted to be!, and she returned it with an honest sincerity. Entranced, tired, and loved, the couple slept in each other's arms.
"I love you, Hermione," and he would never let her fall.