No Tomorrow
Chapter 11: Behind His Blue Eyes
He held her by the small of her back as he leaned her backwards onto his king sized bed. The sheets were made of satin and fleece, very comfortable. They kissed one another passionately, tenderly and softly as they leaned up onto the full comfort of the bed.
Candles were lit in Draco's room. They were shining brightly as music sang out from Draco's stereo. Slow, romantic R&B was playing, all Muggle artists. Hermione's face glowed as the light bounced off her reflection. Draco stopped kissing her to admire her beautiful, soft complexion.
"My god, you are so incredibly beautiful." He kissed her forehead and then her lips. Hermione in return wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close to her. He laid on top of her, but careful not to press his full weight onto her. He stroked her arm, pushed back strands of hair behind her ear and gently caressed her cheek. He was just amazed by her beauty.
Boldly, Hermione began to unbutton his blue shirt. He sat back to allow her to slip off his shirt, revealing his tight, muscular chest. She ran her hands up and down his torso before leaning up to kiss him again. He, in return, slid down the sleeves of her black dress, revealing her beautiful shoulders and her bra. Draco kissed down her tummy, and slipped off the rest of Hermione's dress, tossing it aside. She leaned up, kissed him and began to unzip his khaki's. She noticed the bulge between his legs, but she wasn't going to let this become a sexed up romp in the sack. She wanted it to be slow, gentle and romantic.
Finally, they were both in their mere undergarments. Draco resumed kissing Hermione, still as tenderly as ever, going very slowly so not to scare her or make her feel uncomfortable. She sat up, and unclasped her bra, revealing her medium sized but perky milky white breasts. Draco admired them, kissing each top before allow his hands to pull back her panties. She took her cue from him and released his member from their cotton enclosure.
Draco wrapped his arms around her, looking at her, and kissing her gently on her lips. She spread her legs slightly and he positioned himself on top of her, but not entering her, not yet. He wanted to feel her fingertips run up and down his back, he wanted to absorb the feel of her petal soft lips up against his, her silky skin brushing up against his muscular body.
"You're wonderful," he whispered into her ear. She looked up at him, gazing into his beautiful blue eyes, mesmerized by their color. It was almost like she could see behind them, their sadness, their joy, their compassion; it was as if she were looking into his soul. She hadn't ever felt this close to a person, not even to Harry. Hermione felt the love emitting from his depths, from deep inside his heart, and she knew that he was serious about her.
"Make love to me, Draco," Hermione quietly pleaded. She opened her legs a little more and Draco cautiously entered her, so not to hurt her in any way. And then they were one. She felt such a strong connection between them, an unbreakable bond that she had craved for so many months. He continued to kiss her tenderly on her lips as they rocked each other's bodies back and forth very slowly. The beat of the music resonated through out the room, and at that moment, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger were one, united soul.
She awoke in his arms, still floating from the magic that had happened last night. After their dance, he had asked her to be his girlfriend. Not his lover, not his fiancée, just his girlfriend. It was sweet and school like at the same time. He had gone to such great lengths to prepare such a wonderful evening for the two of them, that Hermione finally gave in to the feelings that she had been denying her self for six months. She leaned up on her tip toes and began to kiss him passionately. Their tongues intertwined around one another, and Hermione looked up at him again.
It wasn't raw animal aggression, or even horniness, but she knew that the moment was right. He had taken such wonderful care of her, in and out of the hospital. He was the only one who truly understood what she was feeling; being a captive of their own sorrow, having ridiculous parents, needing the comfort of another. At that moment, she didn't care that they had only been together for a few minutes, she wanted to be with him, wanted to make love to him for the first time. She knew her heart, her mind, her body and her soul were ready to take that step with him, and for some unexplainable reason, she knew that he would be gentle, that he would go slow. She continued to kiss him, before taking his hand and leading him into his bedroom.
When Hermione turned over, she was met by the beautiful gaze of Draco's blue eyes. She leaned up and gave him a good morning kiss. She realized that they were still nude together, but it didn't matter. She laid in his arms and wished that the day light would go away so that they could hold each other all day.
"How did you sleep?" Draco asked.
"Hmmm I slept wonderfully, how about you?"
"I had the best sleep of my life, knowing that I had the most beautiful girl in the world laying in my arms, and knowing that she was my girlfriend."
Hermione giggled. "What?" Draco asked.
"It's adorable to hear you tell me that I'm your girlfriend. It makes me tingle inside, and I can't explain it."
"Perhaps it you're stomach telling you that you need breakfast," he replied. Soon after saying that, both of their stomachs rumbled, indicating that it was time to eat breakfast.
"I want you to stay here," he kissed her forehead and got out of bed, slipping into his flannel robe. Walking into the kitchen, Draco began preparing fresh peach muffins and buttered biscuits from scratch. He heard a creak and was surprised to see Hermione in one of his old t-shirts.
"Silly, I thought I told you to stay in bed," he teased.
"I wanted to help you make breakfast. What can I do to assist the chef?"
"You can sit you're beautiful self down and wait for me to serve you the heartiest meal you've had in years." He walked over and kissed her on the cheek before continuing his cooking extravaganza.
A short time later, the smell of muffins, biscuits, orange juice and bacon filled the apartment. He laid the food onto the table and they toasted to their newfound relationship.
"To us," Hermione stated with a huge smile on her face.
Chapter 11: Behind His Blue Eyes
He held her by the small of her back as he leaned her backwards onto his king sized bed. The sheets were made of satin and fleece, very comfortable. They kissed one another passionately, tenderly and softly as they leaned up onto the full comfort of the bed.
Candles were lit in Draco's room. They were shining brightly as music sang out from Draco's stereo. Slow, romantic R&B was playing, all Muggle artists. Hermione's face glowed as the light bounced off her reflection. Draco stopped kissing her to admire her beautiful, soft complexion.
"My god, you are so incredibly beautiful." He kissed her forehead and then her lips. Hermione in return wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close to her. He laid on top of her, but careful not to press his full weight onto her. He stroked her arm, pushed back strands of hair behind her ear and gently caressed her cheek. He was just amazed by her beauty.
Boldly, Hermione began to unbutton his blue shirt. He sat back to allow her to slip off his shirt, revealing his tight, muscular chest. She ran her hands up and down his torso before leaning up to kiss him again. He, in return, slid down the sleeves of her black dress, revealing her beautiful shoulders and her bra. Draco kissed down her tummy, and slipped off the rest of Hermione's dress, tossing it aside. She leaned up, kissed him and began to unzip his khaki's. She noticed the bulge between his legs, but she wasn't going to let this become a sexed up romp in the sack. She wanted it to be slow, gentle and romantic.
Finally, they were both in their mere undergarments. Draco resumed kissing Hermione, still as tenderly as ever, going very slowly so not to scare her or make her feel uncomfortable. She sat up, and unclasped her bra, revealing her medium sized but perky milky white breasts. Draco admired them, kissing each top before allow his hands to pull back her panties. She took her cue from him and released his member from their cotton enclosure.
Draco wrapped his arms around her, looking at her, and kissing her gently on her lips. She spread her legs slightly and he positioned himself on top of her, but not entering her, not yet. He wanted to feel her fingertips run up and down his back, he wanted to absorb the feel of her petal soft lips up against his, her silky skin brushing up against his muscular body.
"You're wonderful," he whispered into her ear. She looked up at him, gazing into his beautiful blue eyes, mesmerized by their color. It was almost like she could see behind them, their sadness, their joy, their compassion; it was as if she were looking into his soul. She hadn't ever felt this close to a person, not even to Harry. Hermione felt the love emitting from his depths, from deep inside his heart, and she knew that he was serious about her.
"Make love to me, Draco," Hermione quietly pleaded. She opened her legs a little more and Draco cautiously entered her, so not to hurt her in any way. And then they were one. She felt such a strong connection between them, an unbreakable bond that she had craved for so many months. He continued to kiss her tenderly on her lips as they rocked each other's bodies back and forth very slowly. The beat of the music resonated through out the room, and at that moment, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger were one, united soul.
She awoke in his arms, still floating from the magic that had happened last night. After their dance, he had asked her to be his girlfriend. Not his lover, not his fiancée, just his girlfriend. It was sweet and school like at the same time. He had gone to such great lengths to prepare such a wonderful evening for the two of them, that Hermione finally gave in to the feelings that she had been denying her self for six months. She leaned up on her tip toes and began to kiss him passionately. Their tongues intertwined around one another, and Hermione looked up at him again.
It wasn't raw animal aggression, or even horniness, but she knew that the moment was right. He had taken such wonderful care of her, in and out of the hospital. He was the only one who truly understood what she was feeling; being a captive of their own sorrow, having ridiculous parents, needing the comfort of another. At that moment, she didn't care that they had only been together for a few minutes, she wanted to be with him, wanted to make love to him for the first time. She knew her heart, her mind, her body and her soul were ready to take that step with him, and for some unexplainable reason, she knew that he would be gentle, that he would go slow. She continued to kiss him, before taking his hand and leading him into his bedroom.
When Hermione turned over, she was met by the beautiful gaze of Draco's blue eyes. She leaned up and gave him a good morning kiss. She realized that they were still nude together, but it didn't matter. She laid in his arms and wished that the day light would go away so that they could hold each other all day.
"How did you sleep?" Draco asked.
"Hmmm I slept wonderfully, how about you?"
"I had the best sleep of my life, knowing that I had the most beautiful girl in the world laying in my arms, and knowing that she was my girlfriend."
Hermione giggled. "What?" Draco asked.
"It's adorable to hear you tell me that I'm your girlfriend. It makes me tingle inside, and I can't explain it."
"Perhaps it you're stomach telling you that you need breakfast," he replied. Soon after saying that, both of their stomachs rumbled, indicating that it was time to eat breakfast.
"I want you to stay here," he kissed her forehead and got out of bed, slipping into his flannel robe. Walking into the kitchen, Draco began preparing fresh peach muffins and buttered biscuits from scratch. He heard a creak and was surprised to see Hermione in one of his old t-shirts.
"Silly, I thought I told you to stay in bed," he teased.
"I wanted to help you make breakfast. What can I do to assist the chef?"
"You can sit you're beautiful self down and wait for me to serve you the heartiest meal you've had in years." He walked over and kissed her on the cheek before continuing his cooking extravaganza.
A short time later, the smell of muffins, biscuits, orange juice and bacon filled the apartment. He laid the food onto the table and they toasted to their newfound relationship.
"To us," Hermione stated with a huge smile on her face.