Disclaimer: These things are so corny... and I'm only doing it as most of you aren't familiar with my writing sex scenes.THIS IS RATED R, figure it out:oP
Day 4
"Uh… Hermione?"
The brown haired girl in question sighed in exasperation and mounting irritation as she has been interrupted for the umpteenth time today. If she ever had a doubt, it disappeared, along with her privacy and solitude.
For she was indeed an overnight celebrity, with her own following.
From the morning till the afternoon and into dinner the day after her 'come out', she had received notes, chocolates, flowers, even invites to the Astronomy tower- the latter of which she had to tamp down the urge to slap each of every one of those cheeky boys. She blushed furiously at the memory of her exchange with a certain Slytherin.
-Flashback-
'Shit, I'm running late for History of Magic!' thought Hermione as she frantically ran at top speed towards Professor Binns' classroom.
She rarely overslept, and in the cases she did, breakfast was sacrificed for the sake of being on time. However, this was different….
As she had chosen to indulge herself in the comfort of her warm sheets.
She had awoken early, unable to sleep. The previous night's events played over in her mind, and how she reacted.
Oh, did she react to him—like a moth to a flame she gravitated to him.
Merlin, he practically suckled her as if he were a nursing babe-
The closeness…..the intimacy of it all.
Hermione closed her eyes as an inexplicable heat swirled within her belly. She could not explain the sudden heaviness that settled there. It had been there last night as well.
And she couldn't rid herself of it.
Hence her current situation, as her ponderings over her current physical and psychological conundrums kept her abed.
Nevermind that now, she had 45 seconds before the bell rang.
Until she was yanked into the broom closet as she turned the corner.
Hermione yelps. "What the-"
Darkness enveloped Hermione and the unknown intruder as a mouth covered hers. She protests as cold, thin lips crush against hers in an attempt at passion. The intruder's hands found their way under her skirt to cup her bottom while forcing their tongue into Hermione's mouth. Struggling, Hermione found the strength to shove against their chest, propelling the person against the wall.
Wait a minute…. chest?
Very soft and rounded, for a chest.
It was downy….
More like…
BREASTS.
Hermione's heart began to beat even faster, who…
"Granger."
Hermione gasped as her head spun….
Could her ears be deceiving her?
"Parkinson?"
Pansy Parkinson's eyes gleamed with pride. "None other."
'Whoa... I had no idea Pansy was… ooh… I better say something. Quick.' Hermione begian cautiously.
"Umm… look-"
Pansy laughed softly, interrupting Hermione. "Don't get any ideas Granger, I don't swing that way. No need to try to let me down easy."
The head girl furrowed her eyebrows in puzzlement. "Then why-"
"Did I kiss you?"
"Yes."
"Because, I needed to know."
"Know what?"
"What he sees in you. What they see in you."
Hermione was tired of the double talk. "Who is he? They?"
Pansy tsks. "Silly little Gryffindor. If you taken the trouble to come out of hiding from that blasted library you would realize that you didn't need to do all of this. Although even I must admit, it's all rather hot."
Silence permeated between the two as Hermione had no idea how to respond.
What could she say?
It was already an awkward situation, compliment not withstanding, but she couldn't let Pansy go without knowing.
"Did you find it? What you needed to know?."
Pansy opened the door to the closet, glancing at Hermione from head to toe as her lips formed a grim line. She shook her head, whispering softly as she turned to leave.
"No."
-Fin-
"Hermione?" The voice asked inquiringly.
Hermione shook her head in an effort to clear her thoughts. She took a steadying breath as she looked up into a beautiful pair of violet eyes. Oh Merlin….
It was him.
Hermione only identified the boy as 'him' because in all honesty she did not know his name. You'd think that all 7th year students would know one another, but due to the fact that this kid recently transferred from Beauxbatons, Hermione had no idea who he was. She saw him in the library often, as he was the only that dared to seek refuge in the deep recesses of library, her personal domain. He was quiet enough though, as he never made any effort to interrupt her studies.
It seems like today would be a different day. Hermione gulped nervously.
"Yes?"
Hermione was nervous for good reason, he was extremely handsome this boy. Standing tall at 6'2, his flawless, freshly shaved porcelain skin gleamed with vitality. Constructed by a strong jawline and high cheek bones, his face was a work of art, symmetric in every way. His fly-away dirty blonde hair flirted rebelliously with his eyes, which were violently gorgeous pools of violet with flecks of cerulean blue. The tie he wore, of blue and gold, was carelessly undone as it hung about his neck haphazardly. The top buttons of his shirt were also undone, exposing well-sculpted chest. You didn't have to look hard to see that he was a built man.
Divinely muscular, he presented a picture reminiscent of past Scandinavian warriors.
He began anxiously as he extended his hand in introduction. "Um… hi. I'm Sebastian."
'So that's his name.' Hermione thought dreamily. It fit him, she decided; a strong yet gentle name- very deep voice. She continued to stare at him, saying nothing in reply.
Sebastian withdrew his hand, eyes filled with concern. "Hermione? Are you okay?"
Hermione jumped and blushed in embarrassment as she finally came back to reality. 'Fuck, now this guy will think me a floundering idiot.'
She looked at Sebastian uncertainly. "Erm, yes. I'm fine. Uh… how did you know my name?"
At this, he smiled an easy smile. "It's sort of hard to forget the head girl's name. Especially if she happens to also be the hardest working witch in the school."
Hermione sheepishly returned his gaze. "Oh."
"Look, I didn't mean to interrupt your studies. If this is a bad time I can-"
Her hand moved quickly to stop him. "NO! I-I mean… stay. I'd like it if you stayed." She flashed him a welcoming smile as Sebastian sat opposite her.
They talked in soft tones for a long time about everything from books to politics to traveling. He was born in Canada, but was raised in Bordeaux, France. His father, a textile merchant, was expanding his business to England; hence his move from Beauxbatons to Hogwarts. His mother did freelance photography, but mostly assisted his father with the business. He had been watching her from a distance for a while, admiring her intelligence and forthrightness. Sebastian even went as far to say that Hermione was beautiful.
He was an only child of muggle parentage as well. Besides that similarity, Hermione was amazed at how much else they had in common.
She felt as if she had met a kindred spirit. Her heart jolted with excitement.
It was getting late, so they began to gather their books. Sebastian gathered up his courage.
"Hermione, I was wondering…"
She looked up in recognition, unconsciously holding her breath.
"If you would like to have dinner with me sometime."
"Yes." She didn't even think about it. They both laughed at the formality of it all.
"Ok, how about Thursday night. 7 o'clock, room of requirement? Everyone will be down at dinner, so we would be able to enjoy each other's company without intrusion."
Hermione locked gazes with Sebastian. "That would be lovely, thank you."
Sebastian and Hermione continued to converse pleasantly as they walked through the halls. As the path to Ravenclaw approached, he turned to her, lifting her hand to his lips.
His eyes alighted with merriment. "Until Thursday, Miss Granger."
She laughed. "Sebastian Chase, you are quite the charmer. Goodnight." Hermione watched him walk down the path until he was out of sight. She sighed the sigh of a girl who fancies herself in…
In what?
She contemplated this from the halls to the heads common room- where Draco sat on the floor Indian style, poring over star charts while taking various notes within a separate notebook. He purposefully stroked his chin with the quill's feathery tip as he was in deep thought. Out of his uniform, he sported track pants and a fitted cotton t-shirt that said: 'Ate the canary'.
"Hey." Hermione said in greeting as she walked into the shared space.
Draco grunted in greeting as he leaned down to make some last minute corrections to his notes before finally placing the notebook aside and lounging against the couch.
"Sebastian Amberton Chase. Not too bad Granger." Draco smirked in amusement.
Hermione's eyes widened in surprise: 'Amberton?'
"Wha—Malfoy, how did you find ou-"
He massaged his neck and shoulders. "I have eyes and ears everywhere. Also, your rapid fire 'whispering' drew attention."
She instantly knew who his informant was. "So Zabini knows?" Her body became tense at the possibility.
Draco duly noted her posture. "Actually, no. The new boy has been quite an enigma and a bit of a loner, so Blaise was interested to see the loner in question engaged in deep conversation, with none other than the head girl." At this, Hermione let out a whoosh of air that she wasn't even aware she was holding.
Draco shook his head, taunting her as he spoke. "Oh, ye of little faith."
She shrugged in response. "Old habits die hard I suppose, but at least I got a date in the bargain. Dinner on Thursday."
A strange aura filled Draco at this knowledge, but he shook it off as he would the chills. "Good. Now shall we?"
Hermione was at a loss. "Shall we what?"
Draco tilted his head in thought. "Well, you have a choice today."
"They are?"
He shrugged casually. "Sensuality or sexuality, choose a category."
Hermione's mouth went dry. "Specifics?"
"No can do, as you have this tendency to make attempts at this thing…"
"Bolting?"
"Bingo."
Hermione steeled herself as she made a snap decision. "Sensuality." She waited with baited breath.
The corners of Draco's mouth twitched. 'Poor gel, but she asked for it.' He rubbed his hands together. This was going to be fun.
"Go to my room and undress. Leave NOTHING on. I'll be there in 5 minutes."
Against Hermione's better judgment, in three minutes, she was stark naked and under the covers in Draco's bed. Going under the covers was her idea, as she wasn't going to just leave herself exposed. Soft against her skin, his satin sheets made her feel secure, protected.
Draco entered his candlelit room to find Hermione as expected, up to her neck in his bed covers. The girl bled propriety, but he would soon break her of it. With a plan in mind, he methodically began his execution.
He crooked his pointer finger at her in a 'come hither gesture'. "C'mon Granger, I won't bite… for now."
Her mouth held a small pout as she came forward, covers wrapped about her and all. She was visibly uncomfortable, causing Draco's mischievous side to shine through.
He always enjoyed toying with her, argument or no.
"Alright Granger, tonight we are going to learn about touch, coined the simplest of pleasures for centuries. It is very important, as it has been deemed necessary to sustain human life. Babies die without the constant reassurance of a mother's touch. Lovers thrive on these same sensations, as touching allows them to come together and express intimacy in a variety of ways. No one caress is the same… each its own brand of seduction." Draco gave Hermione his most penetrating gaze as he took her free hand to place it at his chest.
He addressed her in a serious manner. "Undress me Granger."
Hermione looked arrested as she processed Draco's request, computing an answer.
"Why?"
"Because you don't want the only naked male you've ever seen to be a 7 month old." Draco said this very concisely, she needed to know what she was dealing with, and what to do with it.
Wordlessly, she raised his shirt over his head, revealing his bare chest. Looking off to the side, she slid his track pants half-way down his body, allowing it to make the remainder of the journey on its own so that Draco could step out of them. He took hold of her chin, turning her face to his. He notcied hazel eyesshining with unshed tears. Draco sobered at this, and decided to give her a chance to run.
"If you want to stop, we can. No questions asked."
Hermione broke eye contact with Draco, turning her back on him to look towards the direction of the bathroom.
Her room was close… so close. She didn't have to do this. So she made up her mind.
Briefly… there was a sound
The sound of satin sheets dropping to the ground.
Her bare back was now fully against Draco's chest, her buttocks against his not yet awakened member, Hermione used the palms of her hands to skim the length of Draco's thighs; her fingertips leaving a trail as she made her way to the top of his thighs. His groin tightened in response to her touch. He stood still, not daring to move as he spoke.
"Face me."
Brushing against him once more, she turned to meet his gaze as they regarded one another as they were—in their naturalness.
Draco was literally robbed of breath by what stood before him. She was perfect in her voluptuous splendor. Lush curves held by her petite frame brought emphasis to the flare of her hips and the heavy globes that were her breasts. Her abdomen, arms and thighs were slim and creamy as the rest of her. Her olive skin appeared translucent due to candlelight.
If she did not know that Draco was truly a flesh and blood male, she would have thought him an Adonis exhibit of some sort. He was masterfully and wonderfully made of well placed and layered muscle. His chest swelled as Draco's pecs twitched under Hermione's gaze. Strong sculpted arms and legs complimented a perfectly chiseled 6- pack abdomen. Hermione couldn't help but gasp at what lay between his legs, understanding gracing her features as his comments of last night resurface.
There it stood… long, thick and strong. On its own. It needed no support.
She unconsciously shivered. What if…
Draco cupped her face with his hands. "Men and women have been made for this very thing. It can, and it will." His middle pulsed with energy, ready to prove itself to her, but Draco pushed those thoughts away. She wasn't ready yet.
Draco lowered Hermione onto the bed, shifting their weight until he was on his back. She was on top; her middle was straddling the tops of his thighs. This way, they could explore each other freely.
And so they did, hands were everywhere, massaging, teasing, light pinches, circling. They caressed each other and savored the sensations the other evoked. Hermione whimpered as Draco continued to rub his thumbs across her nipples, gyrating on his thigh. He groaned as he could feel the evidence of her moist heat on his thigh. He closed his eyes as Hermione, in her boldness, took hold of his manhood and began to stroke it lovingly. Drops of pearly pre-cum anointed her soft hands as she continued her ministrations. Draco swore on Merlin and Grindewald as he instinctively thrusted himself up into her moving hands. The inexperienced chit was going to kill him.
Before he could spill, Draco flipped Hermione onto her back and placed his hands between her legs. The heat of her honeyed walls drew him in as he inserted one finger into her depths, eliciting a mew from Hermione. She opened her legs even wider to him in welcome as he inserted another finger into her, using his other hand to encircle her nub of pleasure.
Hermione writhed and bucked against Draco's hands as she cried out in pleasure. She felt the heaviness within her belly grow as she went higher and higher. She groaned in half frustration, half pleasure as Draco continued to work his own brand of magic on her.
Both in intense concentration, one the giver and the other the receiver of pleasure, Draco and Hermione's interlude finally came to an end as Draco, while in Hermione's depths, does a 'come hither' motion with his finger, causing her to climax instantly.
Hermione screamed her release as Draco continued to rub on her sensitive nub and provide internal stimulation. She felt as if she was flying high, the heaviness in her belly gone.
Gone?
Gone.
So as they both regarded each other in silence before going their separate ways, understanding came over Hermione's features.
That heaviness…
That frustration…
Was evidence
Evidence of her lust…
Her want…
Her need…
Of Draco.
So she layed naked in her bed absorbing this new information, as the head boy did so in his own way.
In his own bed, as he finally got his release, Draco closed his eyes and exhaled. Another release.
A release of a different kind…. he had let go, albeit grudgingly.
The emotions
The turmoil….
The heat…. was on.
A/N: Are you FEELING the heat! The plot is on and hotter than ever as I'm bobbing and weaving all sorts of craziness. It's 6 AM here, I've worked hard. So on that note, to the shout outs!
1. Lorett- Girl... you know the heat is ON. 24/7/366 (Draco and Blaise work leap year too). Love ya sista! 30/70 forever and always.
2.HermioneLilyGranfer- Hey chica! I'm bummed for ya, so I hope this lifts your spirits!
3.YourGunMyhead- I looked up Mary-Sue and actually, saying Hermione is beautiful isnt necessarily Mary-Sue, as JKR herself set precedent in GoF. Read the dance scene. She was so beautiful, Harry couldn't take his eyes off of her (ever after he knew it was her). She cleans up very well. As far as the rest, as we only have up to book 5 and I'm shooting ahead into 7th year, I'm assuming that Hermione, as other girls, goes through the same insecurities and fears. As for the shift is tense. Its intentional... as I like to portray their POV's at times as if they are delayed reactions..instead of simultaneous. They are individuals after all. Anyway, I appreciate your review and I hope you keep reading:o)
4. JoCuteGirl (I hope this heated you up once more. Enjoy), Abbi, KarlieMalfot4Sirius, ILovCJ(Glad you think so!), BlinkNena182, CorazondeDragon, April (MalfoysQueen, as always wonderful), ACharmedOne, KylalaSan,Sporty12gd4u(Hopefully, this is better than the last), LilMizMalfoy, Istalindar, Vampyra (as promised :o) ), Erilyn Rose, MonPetitChouChou, StikeeBubbles, KudosCutie, BoardingLas(Draco is a rich snob, thats a layer he has always had.. and will always have. JKR created him that way. :o) ). And last but not least, KAYANA. Thanks for adding moi to your favs.
Cheers everyone and love ya dearly. Write soon!
-NB