Don't Let Me Be Lonely Tonight
2. In the Snowglobe feat. "How Sweet It Is" and "Your Smiling Face"
The landscape was a crystallized white- powdered swirls enwrapping the two, blissfully peaceful in this winter wonderland that had just appeared out of no where. It was as though with a wave of his wand, Draco had shaken the snowglobe that Hermione lived in, and the view was magnificent.
Dusty snowflakes flew onto Hermione's eyelashes, making shiny trails as they melted down her cheeks. Those same flakes brightened Draco's crystal blue eyes, and shimmered on his blonde hair. He kissed her gently, and the warmth radiated to the rest of her body. Enchanting her with his hold, he whispered a Latin incantation into her ear, vibrating through her mind.
The world seemed to disappear as Draco slipped his arms under her's, lifting her sweater up and over her head. Hungry with desire, Hermione's hands dropped to his shoulders and she pulled his body to hers as they kissed. His leg crept between her thighs, and he began to undo her jeans. The snow continued to swirl around them- unnoticed except to their eyes. The beauty of magic was how it created perfection and simplicity out of impossible means.
Standing before him in just her most personal attire, Hermione kissed Draco's neck- the neck she dreamt of licking for nights now- trailing her tongue across his collar, and loosening his tie. He helped her to undo each button, and she took time to analyze the body he'd been developing in her absence. She kissed down the fine trail of blonde hairs that lead into his boxers. Caressing his hips, she knelt in the glistening powder and exposed his fully hardened member. Licking the shaft, starting at its based and working slowly to its head, she kissed its tip- sucking just slightly.
Tilting his head forward, he traced both sides of Hermione's face with his thumbs, and lead her back up to his mouth. His hands slid into her underwear, and they slid down her long, silky legs. Tingling with anticipation, her nipples shown through the thin fabric that now lay between her lover and her. He reached behind her back and undid the clasps- flicking his tongue across her lips, and under the back of her ear.
Flurries continued to land amongst them as they began to make love to each other in the snow. The brilliance of this white miracle was infiltrating their hearts, and the words they had spoken to each other but moments ago continued to ring true. It didn't matter what wrongs or rights they commited tonight. They could decieve each other's hearts, and nothing but the touch of their skin mattered. This night could last forever, good bye could wait until morning.
"I don't want to be lonely tonight..." Hermione always was the romantic type. Draco was her perfect match- fun, outgoing, and decidedly more up-tempo.
"When you give me that pretty little pout, it turns me inside out- there's something about ya baby, I don't know," Draco smiled against her lips. He lifted her onto his knee and knelt in the snow, then sat and leaned back, taking her with him into a soft, powder blanket.
"And I thank my lucky stars that you are who you are..." she sighed softly against his chest as she ground her hips against his. It had been so long since she'd felt this way, it felt like forever in just two months.
"And not just another lovely angel sent down to break my heart," though her devilish behavior made him grin at his own line. He rolled her onto her back and entered her slowly, feeling her warmth and moisture surrounding him. Having her walls contracting against him created a momentary loss of both speech and concentration- they dropped the singing and began to seek comfort in one another's breaths. Growing increasingly more rapid and sporatic, Hermione lifted her hips to give Draco more access to her hottest pressure points.
His voice rang loud and clear over the barren, snowy background, and she hit some high notes of her own as she began to climax.
"Draco! Where did you learn to move like that?!" Hermione's pleasure was reaching a point she'd never felt in all of her years of making love to him.
"Mmm, in my dreams, my fantasies- of you and of only you....yes! Hermione!" Squeezing her hands over her head, his impulsive reaction to speed up was met with the best chorus that had ever rung in his ears.
"No one can tell me that I'm doing wrong- when ever I see your smiling face," Draco looked down at the beautifully, glowing, and radiant woman he'd just made love to. Her smile was infectuous.
"Ha! Doo doo doo doo doo doo, doot doot doo... you're such a dork," that's what choir will do to you, she supposed, though how Draco got his hands on muggle music was beyond her.
"Ah, and don't you love me more for it?"
"How sweet it is to be loved by you..." she held him tightly, and as the wind kicked up, the swirl surrounded them and hid them from the world.
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Disclaimer: James Taylor again, "How Sweet It Is" and "Your Smiling Face"
A/N: this fic goes out to my CC girls if you couldn't guess. lol.
2. In the Snowglobe feat. "How Sweet It Is" and "Your Smiling Face"
The landscape was a crystallized white- powdered swirls enwrapping the two, blissfully peaceful in this winter wonderland that had just appeared out of no where. It was as though with a wave of his wand, Draco had shaken the snowglobe that Hermione lived in, and the view was magnificent.
Dusty snowflakes flew onto Hermione's eyelashes, making shiny trails as they melted down her cheeks. Those same flakes brightened Draco's crystal blue eyes, and shimmered on his blonde hair. He kissed her gently, and the warmth radiated to the rest of her body. Enchanting her with his hold, he whispered a Latin incantation into her ear, vibrating through her mind.
The world seemed to disappear as Draco slipped his arms under her's, lifting her sweater up and over her head. Hungry with desire, Hermione's hands dropped to his shoulders and she pulled his body to hers as they kissed. His leg crept between her thighs, and he began to undo her jeans. The snow continued to swirl around them- unnoticed except to their eyes. The beauty of magic was how it created perfection and simplicity out of impossible means.
Standing before him in just her most personal attire, Hermione kissed Draco's neck- the neck she dreamt of licking for nights now- trailing her tongue across his collar, and loosening his tie. He helped her to undo each button, and she took time to analyze the body he'd been developing in her absence. She kissed down the fine trail of blonde hairs that lead into his boxers. Caressing his hips, she knelt in the glistening powder and exposed his fully hardened member. Licking the shaft, starting at its based and working slowly to its head, she kissed its tip- sucking just slightly.
Tilting his head forward, he traced both sides of Hermione's face with his thumbs, and lead her back up to his mouth. His hands slid into her underwear, and they slid down her long, silky legs. Tingling with anticipation, her nipples shown through the thin fabric that now lay between her lover and her. He reached behind her back and undid the clasps- flicking his tongue across her lips, and under the back of her ear.
Flurries continued to land amongst them as they began to make love to each other in the snow. The brilliance of this white miracle was infiltrating their hearts, and the words they had spoken to each other but moments ago continued to ring true. It didn't matter what wrongs or rights they commited tonight. They could decieve each other's hearts, and nothing but the touch of their skin mattered. This night could last forever, good bye could wait until morning.
"I don't want to be lonely tonight..." Hermione always was the romantic type. Draco was her perfect match- fun, outgoing, and decidedly more up-tempo.
"When you give me that pretty little pout, it turns me inside out- there's something about ya baby, I don't know," Draco smiled against her lips. He lifted her onto his knee and knelt in the snow, then sat and leaned back, taking her with him into a soft, powder blanket.
"And I thank my lucky stars that you are who you are..." she sighed softly against his chest as she ground her hips against his. It had been so long since she'd felt this way, it felt like forever in just two months.
"And not just another lovely angel sent down to break my heart," though her devilish behavior made him grin at his own line. He rolled her onto her back and entered her slowly, feeling her warmth and moisture surrounding him. Having her walls contracting against him created a momentary loss of both speech and concentration- they dropped the singing and began to seek comfort in one another's breaths. Growing increasingly more rapid and sporatic, Hermione lifted her hips to give Draco more access to her hottest pressure points.
His voice rang loud and clear over the barren, snowy background, and she hit some high notes of her own as she began to climax.
"Draco! Where did you learn to move like that?!" Hermione's pleasure was reaching a point she'd never felt in all of her years of making love to him.
"Mmm, in my dreams, my fantasies- of you and of only you....yes! Hermione!" Squeezing her hands over her head, his impulsive reaction to speed up was met with the best chorus that had ever rung in his ears.
"No one can tell me that I'm doing wrong- when ever I see your smiling face," Draco looked down at the beautifully, glowing, and radiant woman he'd just made love to. Her smile was infectuous.
"Ha! Doo doo doo doo doo doo, doot doot doo... you're such a dork," that's what choir will do to you, she supposed, though how Draco got his hands on muggle music was beyond her.
"Ah, and don't you love me more for it?"
"How sweet it is to be loved by you..." she held him tightly, and as the wind kicked up, the swirl surrounded them and hid them from the world.
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Disclaimer: James Taylor again, "How Sweet It Is" and "Your Smiling Face"
A/N: this fic goes out to my CC girls if you couldn't guess. lol.