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Chapter 6 – Fantasies Come TrueStrangely, Hermione felt a little bit more comfortable, and a little more playful now. Draco was still his same old mischievous self, although Hermione had momentarily seen something deeper. She instantly decided she was going to play along with his game, to see where it would lead. It was about time that she took a risk.
"Oh, really, Draco, and what fantasies would those be?" Hermione asked coyly.
But Draco was obviously not in the mood for games. He moved closer to her, and snaked his arm around the back of Hermione's waist. She struggled momentarily, aware that she was still only covered by her towel. Draco pulled her close to him, pressing himself against her, and before she could protest, he had placed his soft lips against hers. It was like a jolt of electricity that coursed through her entire body, and she could feel herself getting wet as he deepened the kiss. She felt the tip of his tongue probing her mouth open, and then slipping inside. She felt it exploring the inside of her mouth as her knees grew weak. She was breathing heavily when he pulled away, still supporting her with his strong arm. When her eyes could focus once more, she looked at him, and saw that he looked a little flushed, and felt her insides fluttering.
"Now you know what you've been missing, Hermione." Draco stated, making Hermione aware of the fact that he had read much more than just her fantasies… Draco was aware of the fact that he had been Hermione's first kiss just moments ago. She sighed, and uttered, "I want you tonight, Draco. I don't want to wait anymore. I need you." This obviously pleased Draco, as the fiery passion present in his eyes seemed to increase. But, knowing Draco, he probably would have taken her tonight if she had wanted it or not. This just made it better.
Draco laid Hermione on the bed, and let her wrestle with the towel as he climbed up next to her.
"You know that that's going to have to come off at some point." Draco told Hermione, indicating the towel that she was actively trying to adjust to adequately cover herself.
"Not before you take off your clothes, Draco." She said as she looked up at him. She liked the feeling of being underneath him, of him being in charge.
He looked down on her knowingly, and began to remove the few clothes that he had on. After some maneuvering, and help from Hermione, Draco sat in front of her, completely naked and glorious. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the beauty before her. His pale skin glowed in the dim light of her room, and his eyes and hair seemed to glimmer and shine as if the stars were hidden within them. She was only brought back to earth when Draco said, "Now it's your turn."
Undressing Hermione was considerably less work. She slowly unwrapped the towel from around her body, all the while keeping her eyes on Draco sitting across from her on the bed. Finally, she let the towel drop off the side of the bed, and kneeled there, in anxious silence as Draco surveyed her body.
"Wow." Was all that came out of Draco's mouth. She smiled slightly, and moved toward him. This time, it was her turn to capture his lips in a sensuous kiss. Draco's hands roamed her body, making her shiver delightfully at his touch. She gently caressed his chest and hard abs. She moved her lips so that she could begin to kiss her way down his neck. A low moan from Draco spurred her on. She was about to begin sucking on the area where his neck meets his shoulder when he pulled her away from him. He pushed her back onto the bed until she was lying down underneath him. He had read in her fantasy that she dreamt of Draco being in control, and that's what he planned to be.
Instead of concentrating his kisses on her lips, he began to directly kiss her neck. He sucked gently, pulling her soft skin into his mouth, where he bit it gently. She shuddered underneath him, and he grinned, knowing that she would have a mark tomorrow morning. "Good luck explaining that one to Potter" he thought to himself.
His mouth worked slowly down to her breasts, eventually coming to her hardened nipples. She moaned as he sucked forcefully on one of her nipples. She was in a state of pure sensation where she wasn't aware of anything but the feel of his mouth and hands on her body. As he sucked and gently bit Hermione's hardened nipples, his hand wandered down her stomach and came to rest just above her mound. She gasped as she felt his finger dip slightly into her wetness, and then move upwards to brush against her engorged clit. She shuddered with pleasure. He moved his mouth away from her breasts, and next to her ear. He whispered, "I think you're ready for me, right?" All she could do was nod her head as he continued to softly rub her clit. He removed his hand, and she instantly felt empty.
He repositioned himself so that he was gently pressing against her slit. She moaned as a reaction to the unfamiliar pressure. She glanced down and saw his hardness for the first time. He was long and thick and glistening. She tightened at the thought of him pushing that inside of her. He spread her legs more to get a better angle, and looked up at her. She nodded at him, as a silent sign that she was ready. She felt the pressure slowly increase against her wet slit. He softly muttered, "just relax" as he continued to press his member against the unyielding hole. She could tell that he was holding himself back, for her sake. An "oh yes, Draco" escaped from her mouth as she felt the head of his member begin to penetrate her tight hole. His desire was getting the better of him, and he began to push a little bit harder, urging his rock hard member into the tight wetness. Hermione's eyes were watering. His head was stretching her more than she had ever thought possible. He was going slowly, allowing her time to adjust to his thickness. She felt his member pushing ever deeper into her until he stopped at the resistance of her unbroken hymen. After receiving a nod from Hermione, he pushed forcefully against it, and in that swift motion, she was no longer a virgin. It happened in a flood of pain that quickly dissolved to pleasure as Draco continued to push himself into her slit. By the time that he was sheathed completely within her, she was working her pussy muscles around his hard member. He withdrew slowly, and then plunged back into her. All the sexual energy that she had been hiding for so long was building up quickly inside of her. His repeated thrusts were drawing moans and exclamations from her mouth.
"Oh, yes, Draco…" she moaned as he thrust his member deep into her. A thin layer of sweat coated both their bodies. Her hands were running up and down Draco's glistening body. Her hips were making little circles underneath him. He had sped up, and was now thrusting into her with a force and deepness that conveyed his dark desire. She could feel her orgasm growing inside of her; the warmth was spreading throughout her body. She tried to form words to tell Draco that she was close to cumming, but the guttural moans escaping through her mouth were blocking her ability to speak. Nevertheless, he understood, and worked himself harder inside of her so that they could orgasm in unison.
"Hold on…" Draco grunted as he thrust inside of her slick hole once more and buried his load deep within her. At the same moment, Hermione's pussy muscles began to contract around his hard member as she experienced an incredible orgasm. The aftershocks of her orgasm wracked her body as Draco withdrew from her slit. She could feel the wetness of the mixture of their juices running out of her. She opened her eyes and looked up into the face of Draco. His gray eyes were shining, his silvery-blond hair matted to his forehead with sweat. He smiled roguishly at her, and asked, in a semi-breathless voice, "So, Granger, how was it? Was I even better than in your fantasy?" His voice had regained some of its playful sarcasm.
She laughed at him, and answered, "You were incredible." And she meant it. She pulled him down into one last passionate kiss before they fell into a peaceful sleep, a smile adorning each of their faces.