Hermione turned around to face Draco, her eyes filled with tears. No one had ever said such sweet things to her before; no one had ever been so romantic before. She could hardly believe everything that was happening before her. Words just wouldn't come. She did the only thing that she knew to express everything that she was feeling at that moment. On her tiptoes, she kissed Draco. Softly at first, but then the kiss deepened as he penetrated her lips with his tongue. Their tongues danced in their mouths as the kiss became deeper and more passionate.
With one swift motion, Draco swept Hermione into his arms and carried her to his bedroom. The air warm with the same candlelight and more rose petals covered the black stain sheets. Draco laid her softly down on the bed and came up beside her. He kissed her and pulled her close to him. Hermione had never been more alive than she felt at this moment. Every time their skin touched it was electric. Draco moved his mouth from hers, to her neck and the lobes of her ears. Hermione moaned softly in approval, her hands slid over Draco's back to where his shirt tucked into his jeans. With a swift tug, she freed his shirt and ran her hands up his back never breaking contact with his soft warm skin. She pulled the shirt over his head and stared at the firm chest above her. He was as arousing as he had been only days before peering out at her from the shower. His silvery hair hung in his eyes as he pulled away from the kiss. His hands started at her cheeks. He thought of the tears that he recently caused to fall from those cheeks and silently vowed to never cause another tear of sorrow fall because of him. His hands then traced her slender neck, down her shoulders, and to her narrow waste. He moved his hands timidly to the buttons and looked into her eyes seeking approval. She bit her lower lip and nodded. Draco began with the bottom button and worked his way slowly up. With each button, more of her taunt belly came into view. With each button, Draco's breathing became more rapid and his hands shook a little more. Hermione was equally as apprehensive, but had never wanted anything more in her life.
She ran her hands up his muscular arms as he slowly undressed her. When he came to the top three buttons, he hesitated. He had never been with anyone. What if he didn't live up to his reputation of a sex god? Would Hermione be disappointed? He unbuttoned one, two, a peak of white cotton, three buttons, and Hermione's shirt fell open and he looked at the most alluring site he had ever seen. Hermione had been hiding something all these years beneath the heavy black robes. Even her tight shirts had never given an inkling to the heavy round globes that the thin white cotton held. Instantly, Draco lowered himself to kiss down her chest, around the white cotton fabric. He dared to move his hands to her heavenly breasts, tracing a circle around her hardening nipples. They stood erect through the thin material begging to be set free. He massaged her breasts carefully but firmly and licked at her nipples through the veil of cotton. Hermione involuntarily moaned and arched her back in pleasure. No one had ever touched her like Draco was and it felt like sheer bliss. Draco kissed another trail to the button of her shorts and unbuttoned them as well. He pulled them down as he made his way down her thighs and calves, kissing and licking a hot trail. On his way up, he kissed and licked on the inside of her legs, bathing her sensitive thighs in affection.
Abruptly, Hermione pulled Draco up. He thought he must have done something wrong. She just wanted him away from such a tender region, his touches and kisses were driving her mad and if she had any chance of keeping her wits, she had to remain in control of herself. To Draco's pleasant surprise, Hermione was not displeased, but instead pulled him into a hungry kiss as she sat up. She rose to her knees. Her hands ran down his smooth chest and for the button of his pants, which she undid swiftly with one hand. Her fingers slid gently under his waste band, sending chills up his spine. She pushed his pants to his knees and he worked them the rest of the way off. Hermione swiftly moved him down to the sheets, the cool of the silk shocked Draco and he let out of small hiss. And Hermione was straddling him before realized and was herself making a trail of kisses down his body, he was in such shock that he could not protest before she took one of his small pink nipples into her own mouth, caressing it with her tongue. She gently nipped at him before she continued her venture south. This time it was Draco's turn to pull her back up into his arms.
"Hermione," he said breathlessly, "we don't have to do this. I would be happy just to lay here with you." He genuinely meant it, but the growing bulge in his green boxers argued otherwise.
"No, it is ok. I want this. Unless you don't."
"Trust me there is nothing in this world I want more, but…" he paused.
"Then what's the matter?" she said between kisses.
"I've just…well, I've never…"
"Never?" she looked up. "But what about the rumors?"
"That's all they were, rumors. I have never been with another girl. I have barely done more than kiss."
"That's ok, Draco. I've never, either. Not that it is a big surprise," she said with a sly smile. And with that, the decision was made and they collapsed in each other's arms again.
They took their time, slowly touching and kissing, tasting and caressing until they were beside themselves with desire. Slowly, Draco reached behind Hermione who was straddling his lap, and undid the clasp of her bra. She reached up slowly and guided the straps down her arms, hesitating only for a moment. Draco stared at the beauty before him. Her breasts were heavy and round, like milky raindrops on her chest. He reached up and caressed and kissed them again. He flipped her over where she was on bottom again. He slid his hands once more down her waste and caught his fingers in the sides of her panties. He slowly slid them down her thin legs and threw them onto the floor. Her cheeks became ever more red from embarrassment than with the passion that had previously been there. Hermione was not set to be the only naked one on the bed so she sat up quickly and pulled Draco's boxers down, too. She was shocked and amazed with what she saw. She knew what a man looked like naked, but had never seen one in person, let alone so close. She could have sworn that someone had put a swelling charm on him. Desire overcame her and she reached up and gently stroked Draco's shaft. Hermione was no expert on manhood, but she was certain that he was more than equipped.
Draco parted her legs and kissed and licked. Hermione gasped as his mouth came to rest on the most private of regions. She would have protested, but at once, his tongue found its way into the folds of tender pink flesh. Hermione was no stranger to her body and she knew that Draco was about two licks from the pleasure zone that he sought. Hermione began to wiggle and squirm under Draco's talented mouth. She couldn't believe that she could be his first. Draco grabbed Hermione's lithe hips and held tight as she moved feverishly under him. She began to moan and arch her back. Then Draco did something that wasn't totally alien to her. Without warning he entered her with one finger and began to move it in a come-hither motion. Nothing that Hermione had ever experienced alone could even compare with the pleasure she was feeling now. Draco knew that he was well endowed, he also knew that the guys said that a girls first time hurt. He couldn't imagine hurting the precious thing below him, so he tried to stretch her tight tunnel. He slipped a second finger into the tight wetness. Hermione's moans became loader and her hips gyrated beneath him. Hermione had read in some muggle magazine about orgasms, and she imagined that she was very close to having one. Draco knew what was coming too. Hermione tightened around his two fingers, her breathing became shallower. Draco licked her with everything that he had, his fingers gyrated within her. Hermione called out his name and her back arched to the point that it looked painful. She pushed herself down onto his finger, pushing him deeper. Just the sight of Hermione in such arousal was enough to drive him crazy. He slowed the licking and thrusting as she came down from the incredible high that had been her first orgasm.
He slowly licked her dry and kissed his way back up to her. He pulled his mouth to her, to his surprise. She could taste her own juices on his lips but didn't care. Nothing mattered but his touch. He kissed her flushed face and neck. One arm held the majority of his body weight off of her, he was afraid he would crush her. The other hand pushed the curls from her eyes. He feed off of her arousal and he wanted to look into the beautiful brown wells as he entered her for the first time. She ran her hands down his back urging him on but he resisted.
"Are you really sure?" she nodded. "I am just so afraid I will hurt you."
"Go on," she prodded.
She felt the tip of him at her entrance. He held himself there. She was still so wet and slippery. He slowly pushed the head into her. She gasped and bit into her lower lip. She was afraid that she drew blood. Her tight walls gripped his hard shaft and he pushed gently. He came up against the barrier of skin. He pushed once more and felt the flesh break. The searing pain lasted only a moment as Draco slowly slid the rest of himself into her.
Draco heard a small whimper from beneath him. "I am sorry, I am so sorry, dear. Should I stop?" He stroked Hermione's face, brushed the hair from her eyes. The look of pain and fear slowly melted from her face and was replaced with a fire in her eyes.
With renewed confidence and desire, Hermione reached up for Draco's neck and pulled him down into an intense kiss. Ever so slowly, Draco slid out of her. Her instant protest was quieted when he began to slide himself back in. He pumped slowly, letting Hermione adjust to the thickness and pressure. Only when she began to respond, raising her hips into him, did he increase his speed and force. The pleasure was more than either of them could ever have expected. Their inhibitions left them as their bodied tangled together in passion.
Hermione looked up into Draco's eyes as he thrust inside her. There were no more cold embers; the fire was rekindled with in his soul.
Their rhythms became synchronized and their thrusting became more impassioned. Draco knew that she was close to another orgasm. Hermione arched her back, giving Draco better access to push deeper inside her. Draco let out a deep moan; he didn't know how much longer he could hold out. But he was grateful it wouldn't be long. Hermione bucked beneath him, pushing him as for as he could go. Her nails raked down his back and arms in searing heat but he didn't care. Hermione clenched around him in a final shudder of passion. With the next thrust, Draco released inside her a hot river of sex.
He collapsed beside her on the bed and pulled her as close as physically possible. He kissed her until he thought he would die from lack of air. It was late and they were both exhausted. Outside he could hear the soft hoot of the owls, and it lulled him down. He and Hermione continued to lay in a tangle of flesh as she also drifted towards sleep. Draco ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead.
Hermione was half asleep as she felt Draco pull her close and kiss her head. She snuggled onto his shoulder. As she drifted to sleep, she said in a half yawn, "G'night," yawn, "Love you."
Draco could hardly believe his ears. He wanted to shake her awake to make sure that he had heard her right. Had Hermione just said that she loved him? But her face was so peaceful as she softly exhaled, he dared not even move.
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