Draco finished packing, but noticed that he was missing his dress robes. He looked around Hermiones' room. He opened
her closet door and noticed her dress robes hanging up. They were new ones. And he liked them. Hermione came back into
her room in a rush. "Draco, what are you doing in my closet?" She asked him. "I can't find my dress robes. They seem to
have gone missing!" He answered. She grinned. "Oh, I threw them away." He looked at her. "WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!" He yelled.
"Don't get all huffy darling. I bought you new ones because I couldn't resist myself. I found this one here, with the black
lining, and blue trimming, and this one here, with the purple lining, and green trimming. The black one really brings out your eyes."
She smiled sweetly. He couldn't help but smile back. She handed him his new dress robes, and he put them away safely in his trunk.
She did the same as well.
When she was done, she crept up behind him, threw her arms around him, and kissed his neck. "Mmm. I can't wait to be
alone with you. I'm so happy that I am finally head of the house. And you know that we get our own rooms," She grinned
ever so slyly. "So, you and I can be alone as much as we want to, after dinner hours." He unlocked her arms from around
his tummy, turned around, and placed them around his neck. "Oh, 'Mione, are you thinking what I think your thinking?
Because if you are, you're a naughty girl. And I LOVE IT!" She kissed him ever so lightly on the lips. He grinned, and
kissed her back, very passionately. She loved being in his arms, and feeling his lips upon hers. She just loved the
feeling in the pit of her stomach, because it felt so right. There wasn't a moment gone by that she was wishing that
they were cuddling, or kissing, or just being together, because she didn't have to wish. Being in his arms was like a
trip out of reality for her. And, she enjoyed that. She kissed him back ever so intensely, that she thought she might
have bruised his lips. And then she stopped. She opened her eyes, and looked up at him. Then she looked down. She blushed.
"Down boy." He just grinned. "It's your fault you know! If you weren't so damn sexy, he wouldn't be awake!" She laughed.
"Well, I'm sorry that I do that to you." She started to walk away. He glared at here. "Get over here you!" He tackled
her onto her bed. She looked up into his eyes, and kissed him. It began almost gently, meeting her daring with a stillness
like the deep of the ocean. His lips were not cold, they burned on hers and gave no pain, but delight.
Her head spun so that she could not tell up from down, night sky from shadowed earth. She had made the first move,
but somewhere in the midst of the endless kiss, Draco took control. His arms came about her. Her body seemed to melt
into his. Draco parted her lips with his tongue and she let him inside. The lower half of her body had begun to throb
in a way she could not mistake. For most of the past five years, she had denied it the satisfaction and completion it craved.
But with Draco, denial was pointless. He moved his tongue in such a way that she felt as of she lay naked beneath him on the
soft grass while he thrust deep between her thighs.
Yes. The image gave her no shame, she wanted him hungrily, greedily, desperately. She perched on the edge of limitless
crevasse, ready to hurl herself beyond the reach of redemption.
"Draco," she murmured. He was using lips and tongue in a hundred delightful ways on her face and neck, finding places
she had not known could bring such pleasure. She wedged her hand between them. "Draco, stop." He obeyed instantly, with
none of the reluctance other men might show. Her skin felt icy where his hot mouth had been. He got off her, and a wind
as bleak as winter rushed between them. "It's already 10:30. We should get going. Ron should be expecting us soon." She
said, out of breath. "Oh, right. I'll go make my hair look nice. Since I'm already dresses." He walked out of the room
towards the bathroom. He turned around and looked at her. "Hey, 'Mione, Ron can wait." He smiled and walked back into
the room. He shut the door and locked it. He walked towards her. He lifted her off the floor and layed her down on her bed.
She lifted her arms to draw him down, but he was already beside her. "Hermione," he said, making her feel the paradise of
her name. Then he kissed her. Not as before, lightly, but with force enough to match her inner fire. All gentleness was gone,
replaced by hungers as primitave as they were overpowering. His mouth told her how much he desired her, but not in words.
She parted her lips. His tongue stroked over hers. Her body pulsed with a shock of pleasure, as if he had already stripped her
naked and possessed her completely. She might as well have been naked, his hands began to play over her, molding her clothing
to her body, seeking flesh beneath A low cut t-shirt, and jeans. Her top was low cut, and he wasted no time in sampling what
lay bared to his caresses. He kissed the pulse points of her neck and under her jaw, allowing his tongue to linger at the hollow
of her throat. Hermione pushed him off of her. "Draco, I really don't think that we should be doing this…"
her closet door and noticed her dress robes hanging up. They were new ones. And he liked them. Hermione came back into
her room in a rush. "Draco, what are you doing in my closet?" She asked him. "I can't find my dress robes. They seem to
have gone missing!" He answered. She grinned. "Oh, I threw them away." He looked at her. "WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!" He yelled.
"Don't get all huffy darling. I bought you new ones because I couldn't resist myself. I found this one here, with the black
lining, and blue trimming, and this one here, with the purple lining, and green trimming. The black one really brings out your eyes."
She smiled sweetly. He couldn't help but smile back. She handed him his new dress robes, and he put them away safely in his trunk.
She did the same as well.
When she was done, she crept up behind him, threw her arms around him, and kissed his neck. "Mmm. I can't wait to be
alone with you. I'm so happy that I am finally head of the house. And you know that we get our own rooms," She grinned
ever so slyly. "So, you and I can be alone as much as we want to, after dinner hours." He unlocked her arms from around
his tummy, turned around, and placed them around his neck. "Oh, 'Mione, are you thinking what I think your thinking?
Because if you are, you're a naughty girl. And I LOVE IT!" She kissed him ever so lightly on the lips. He grinned, and
kissed her back, very passionately. She loved being in his arms, and feeling his lips upon hers. She just loved the
feeling in the pit of her stomach, because it felt so right. There wasn't a moment gone by that she was wishing that
they were cuddling, or kissing, or just being together, because she didn't have to wish. Being in his arms was like a
trip out of reality for her. And, she enjoyed that. She kissed him back ever so intensely, that she thought she might
have bruised his lips. And then she stopped. She opened her eyes, and looked up at him. Then she looked down. She blushed.
"Down boy." He just grinned. "It's your fault you know! If you weren't so damn sexy, he wouldn't be awake!" She laughed.
"Well, I'm sorry that I do that to you." She started to walk away. He glared at here. "Get over here you!" He tackled
her onto her bed. She looked up into his eyes, and kissed him. It began almost gently, meeting her daring with a stillness
like the deep of the ocean. His lips were not cold, they burned on hers and gave no pain, but delight.
Her head spun so that she could not tell up from down, night sky from shadowed earth. She had made the first move,
but somewhere in the midst of the endless kiss, Draco took control. His arms came about her. Her body seemed to melt
into his. Draco parted her lips with his tongue and she let him inside. The lower half of her body had begun to throb
in a way she could not mistake. For most of the past five years, she had denied it the satisfaction and completion it craved.
But with Draco, denial was pointless. He moved his tongue in such a way that she felt as of she lay naked beneath him on the
soft grass while he thrust deep between her thighs.
Yes. The image gave her no shame, she wanted him hungrily, greedily, desperately. She perched on the edge of limitless
crevasse, ready to hurl herself beyond the reach of redemption.
"Draco," she murmured. He was using lips and tongue in a hundred delightful ways on her face and neck, finding places
she had not known could bring such pleasure. She wedged her hand between them. "Draco, stop." He obeyed instantly, with
none of the reluctance other men might show. Her skin felt icy where his hot mouth had been. He got off her, and a wind
as bleak as winter rushed between them. "It's already 10:30. We should get going. Ron should be expecting us soon." She
said, out of breath. "Oh, right. I'll go make my hair look nice. Since I'm already dresses." He walked out of the room
towards the bathroom. He turned around and looked at her. "Hey, 'Mione, Ron can wait." He smiled and walked back into
the room. He shut the door and locked it. He walked towards her. He lifted her off the floor and layed her down on her bed.
She lifted her arms to draw him down, but he was already beside her. "Hermione," he said, making her feel the paradise of
her name. Then he kissed her. Not as before, lightly, but with force enough to match her inner fire. All gentleness was gone,
replaced by hungers as primitave as they were overpowering. His mouth told her how much he desired her, but not in words.
She parted her lips. His tongue stroked over hers. Her body pulsed with a shock of pleasure, as if he had already stripped her
naked and possessed her completely. She might as well have been naked, his hands began to play over her, molding her clothing
to her body, seeking flesh beneath A low cut t-shirt, and jeans. Her top was low cut, and he wasted no time in sampling what
lay bared to his caresses. He kissed the pulse points of her neck and under her jaw, allowing his tongue to linger at the hollow
of her throat. Hermione pushed him off of her. "Draco, I really don't think that we should be doing this…"