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A/N: Broken Hermoine - you are too kind. I appreciate the review. Time Bomb87 - I have made that change, and yes.cuddly Draco has made for some interesting nights.yummy. Numellote- Here's the next Chapter. Hope ya didn't have to wait too long. GordoLuvr4Life8988- Hermione would kick my ass right now if she only knew of my most grievous mistake, thanks for the note. I have already changed it. Willowfairy - I love your brain. Together the two of us could twist the readers' heads so bad they would scream. lol. But for the time being I already have a few ideas of my own for you to nibble on..Damn my intellect for seducing me into the catacombs of this web.
Chapter 5: Upon Waking
A morning wrapped in splendor beckoned her to open her eyes at last. If only she could ignore it. She would love nothing more than to maintain her serene oblivion a little while longer. Hermione shifted in the warm covers only to find a muscular arm holding her firmly in place.
"What the ." She cried out as her eyes flew open to behold a tranquil Draco pressed seductively against her in spoon fashion. Surprise was shinning in her every feature.
"What are you doing in my bed?" Hermione exclaimed. Her outrage and confusion at the situation was evident in her voice.
A disheveled Draco opened his stormy eyes, giving up the pretext of sleep. "I was just enjoying your company, Granger." He coolly replied with the familiar scowl. "Or don't you remember screaming your head off last night until I intervened?"
From the look on her face Hermione was utterly bewildered. What was he talking about? Sensing that she was not accepting this as a plausible excuse, Draco tried to clarify the night's circumstances.
"You were the one who made me stay in the room, in your bed in fact, until you fell asleep." Draco explained. He could tell that realization was beginning to dawn on her.
"So, what are you doing still here?" she asked, as embarrassment shaded her face a crimson color that was Gryffindor worthy.
"Well, you're so bloody intelligent, I assumed that you would put two and two together and realize that I must have fallen asleep." Draco snapped. His eyes flared steel into her soul, making her squirm.
"And if you don't hold still and stop rubbing against me, we are going to have a serious problem."
With that last comment Hermione's lethargic mind became fully alert. She became all too aware of the rigid erection pressed tightly into her hip. Draco realized that some time throughout the duration of the night he had lost his towel, and the only barrier between their bodies was Hermione's pajamas. Which, at the moment, were pushed perilously high up on her thighs.
Hermione observed that her creamy white thigh was thrown carelessly over Draco's. As she blushed out her mortification Draco just smiled. Apparently the git has no morals what so ever.
Draco thoroughly enjoyed her discomfort and refused to shy away from the enticing figure pressed against him in a very personal way. This was an unexpected gratification for his selfless sacrifice last night.
He would have never guessed that when he had found her crying hysterically in the throws of a nightmare that his simple wish to comfort her would have resulted in his sharing her quarters. He had to smile; things did take a pleasant turn for the better.
"If you would please stop grinning like an idiot, and get off me I would greatly appreciate it. Honestly, you think you had just climbed Mt. Everest or something." Hermione's temper flared. This comment did nothing but make Draco's smile deepen. His eyes reflected his amusement, practically laughing at her.
Draco was enjoying this too much and refused to let the game end on a bad note. Besides, it was too easy to push her buttons and see that self- righteous glare vanish from her eyes.
Shifting his weight on top of her he pinned her to the bed. "Oh, so sorry" Draco said in mock sincerity. "If you would just move your leg I could get mine out of these damned covers." He made a decent attempt to withdraw from the tangle of covers and limbs. He collapsed onto her again with a loud whoosh of breath. "Slipped, sorry"
Hermione was gasping. Telling herself that it was due to the fact that he was pressing her into the mattress, which was entirely fabricated because he was mainly supporting his weight on his arms positioned above her head.
His body came crashing down on hers as time and again he "struggled with the black hole that was her bed". Each time he came in contact with her, her body felt as if a fire was ignited directly into her veins. She felt awed by the way his sinewy muscles strained to support his weight, so as not to actually crush her. His body rubbed against her intimately as he once again slid his body up and down, left then right, in a feeble attempt to disentangle himself.
Hermione wasn't aware when she stopped struggling against him and started to move with his rhythm, but Draco was. The knowledge that she was exploring the new sensations that this friction caused in her nearly drove Draco past the point of decency.
Wasn't I the one who was supposed to be leading this little exercise? Where did she learn that move? Draco reflected silently. Hmmm. With the arching of her hips she has transformed me into her whimpering slave. How did I lose control of the situation so quickly? Draco thought.
After all, she was clueless about what her moaning was doing to him. On the verge of losing his self-control, Draco pulled away. He hastily wrapped himself in his cast off towel and looked down on Hermione's face flushed with wantonness.
She had no concept of what it was that she was craving, yearning for, but she knew that when Draco had stopped, she was left feeling unfulfilled. Trying not to sulk she decided to file the encounter away in her mind and to contemplate it at another time.
With nothing to say to ease the harsh silence of the moment Draco tilted his chin up in the air and replied, " Feeling a little flushed, are we? Now who's the one grinning like an idiot?"
Hermione's anger consumed her. He had been doing that on purpose, all the while knowing what he was doing to her. Making her feel.what?.satisfaction without fulfillment, unbelievable pleasure without any lasting sensations.
She didn't voice any of these accusations because she wasn't all that sure that she was angry about them. She felt that she was caught in a game and no one bothered to clue her in on the rules. Draco apparently had the dice, and enough experience to use them. She huffed her frustrations and pointed to her door.
"Mr. Malfoy, please remove yourself from my room immediately." Her voice shook with livid intensity. "Anything you say, Love." He replied jovially. Upon reaching the heavy wooden door Draco turned to face her one last time, and smirking, bowed gracefully at the waist.
A/N: Broken Hermoine - you are too kind. I appreciate the review. Time Bomb87 - I have made that change, and yes.cuddly Draco has made for some interesting nights.yummy. Numellote- Here's the next Chapter. Hope ya didn't have to wait too long. GordoLuvr4Life8988- Hermione would kick my ass right now if she only knew of my most grievous mistake, thanks for the note. I have already changed it. Willowfairy - I love your brain. Together the two of us could twist the readers' heads so bad they would scream. lol. But for the time being I already have a few ideas of my own for you to nibble on..Damn my intellect for seducing me into the catacombs of this web.
Chapter 5: Upon Waking
A morning wrapped in splendor beckoned her to open her eyes at last. If only she could ignore it. She would love nothing more than to maintain her serene oblivion a little while longer. Hermione shifted in the warm covers only to find a muscular arm holding her firmly in place.
"What the ." She cried out as her eyes flew open to behold a tranquil Draco pressed seductively against her in spoon fashion. Surprise was shinning in her every feature.
"What are you doing in my bed?" Hermione exclaimed. Her outrage and confusion at the situation was evident in her voice.
A disheveled Draco opened his stormy eyes, giving up the pretext of sleep. "I was just enjoying your company, Granger." He coolly replied with the familiar scowl. "Or don't you remember screaming your head off last night until I intervened?"
From the look on her face Hermione was utterly bewildered. What was he talking about? Sensing that she was not accepting this as a plausible excuse, Draco tried to clarify the night's circumstances.
"You were the one who made me stay in the room, in your bed in fact, until you fell asleep." Draco explained. He could tell that realization was beginning to dawn on her.
"So, what are you doing still here?" she asked, as embarrassment shaded her face a crimson color that was Gryffindor worthy.
"Well, you're so bloody intelligent, I assumed that you would put two and two together and realize that I must have fallen asleep." Draco snapped. His eyes flared steel into her soul, making her squirm.
"And if you don't hold still and stop rubbing against me, we are going to have a serious problem."
With that last comment Hermione's lethargic mind became fully alert. She became all too aware of the rigid erection pressed tightly into her hip. Draco realized that some time throughout the duration of the night he had lost his towel, and the only barrier between their bodies was Hermione's pajamas. Which, at the moment, were pushed perilously high up on her thighs.
Hermione observed that her creamy white thigh was thrown carelessly over Draco's. As she blushed out her mortification Draco just smiled. Apparently the git has no morals what so ever.
Draco thoroughly enjoyed her discomfort and refused to shy away from the enticing figure pressed against him in a very personal way. This was an unexpected gratification for his selfless sacrifice last night.
He would have never guessed that when he had found her crying hysterically in the throws of a nightmare that his simple wish to comfort her would have resulted in his sharing her quarters. He had to smile; things did take a pleasant turn for the better.
"If you would please stop grinning like an idiot, and get off me I would greatly appreciate it. Honestly, you think you had just climbed Mt. Everest or something." Hermione's temper flared. This comment did nothing but make Draco's smile deepen. His eyes reflected his amusement, practically laughing at her.
Draco was enjoying this too much and refused to let the game end on a bad note. Besides, it was too easy to push her buttons and see that self- righteous glare vanish from her eyes.
Shifting his weight on top of her he pinned her to the bed. "Oh, so sorry" Draco said in mock sincerity. "If you would just move your leg I could get mine out of these damned covers." He made a decent attempt to withdraw from the tangle of covers and limbs. He collapsed onto her again with a loud whoosh of breath. "Slipped, sorry"
Hermione was gasping. Telling herself that it was due to the fact that he was pressing her into the mattress, which was entirely fabricated because he was mainly supporting his weight on his arms positioned above her head.
His body came crashing down on hers as time and again he "struggled with the black hole that was her bed". Each time he came in contact with her, her body felt as if a fire was ignited directly into her veins. She felt awed by the way his sinewy muscles strained to support his weight, so as not to actually crush her. His body rubbed against her intimately as he once again slid his body up and down, left then right, in a feeble attempt to disentangle himself.
Hermione wasn't aware when she stopped struggling against him and started to move with his rhythm, but Draco was. The knowledge that she was exploring the new sensations that this friction caused in her nearly drove Draco past the point of decency.
Wasn't I the one who was supposed to be leading this little exercise? Where did she learn that move? Draco reflected silently. Hmmm. With the arching of her hips she has transformed me into her whimpering slave. How did I lose control of the situation so quickly? Draco thought.
After all, she was clueless about what her moaning was doing to him. On the verge of losing his self-control, Draco pulled away. He hastily wrapped himself in his cast off towel and looked down on Hermione's face flushed with wantonness.
She had no concept of what it was that she was craving, yearning for, but she knew that when Draco had stopped, she was left feeling unfulfilled. Trying not to sulk she decided to file the encounter away in her mind and to contemplate it at another time.
With nothing to say to ease the harsh silence of the moment Draco tilted his chin up in the air and replied, " Feeling a little flushed, are we? Now who's the one grinning like an idiot?"
Hermione's anger consumed her. He had been doing that on purpose, all the while knowing what he was doing to her. Making her feel.what?.satisfaction without fulfillment, unbelievable pleasure without any lasting sensations.
She didn't voice any of these accusations because she wasn't all that sure that she was angry about them. She felt that she was caught in a game and no one bothered to clue her in on the rules. Draco apparently had the dice, and enough experience to use them. She huffed her frustrations and pointed to her door.
"Mr. Malfoy, please remove yourself from my room immediately." Her voice shook with livid intensity. "Anything you say, Love." He replied jovially. Upon reaching the heavy wooden door Draco turned to face her one last time, and smirking, bowed gracefully at the waist.