A/N: Yikes! I'm sorry! I never actually intended to take THIS long, but something was up with every wireless connection in my area and I couldn't get online. I hope you guys don't think I'm actually THAT evil and stopped reading! Although I suppose it wouldn't be less than what I'd deserve after threatening not to post and all haha.
And not being able to post is going to make my next announcement all the more harder to share. I'm going out of town this weekend and won't be able to get started on the next chapter till Monday…. Sorry, but my step sister is getting married in Vermont. But if there's one thing that will get me all inspired to write that chap as quickly as possible its reviews! So maybe there will be some for me when I get back?! Pretty please?!
Also, just a reminder: My story is rated R, and its rated R for a reason. If you don't like reading adult content then please stop reading my story now as it is not my intention to offend anyone. But hey, you've been warned and it's your choice. To everyone else, please let me know what you think!
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No one was there at the hotel with them to pretend for, so Draco did not carry Hermione through the door. He merely swung it open and stepped into the amazing honeymoon suite, loosening his tie and cummerbunds, completely oblivious to any of the things Hermione was thinking.
Hermione stepped in behind him. All of her devastating thoughts about Harry were miraculously gone, and any feelings of loathing and sickness from Karkaroff had vanished as well. All that went through her mind now was her dreadful self-convincing that anything was better than Lucius… and she looked around, with much bitterness, at the luxurious large hotel room.
In her Order member state of mind, Hermione forced herself to be calm and poised, telling herself that this new development was just part of the mission. She would be physically convincing, because she was good at her job, but her mind wouldn't even be in the same room. 'It's just a part of working,' she told herself, which is what she always told herself when she had to use seduction to distract other suspects for any other Order mission… but the Order never asked her sleep with anyone... Lucius had. And it was him she had to cater to.
It was an oval shaped room, with a gigantic bed at the end, a loft to the left and a kitchenette to the right, all of it in spotless white. The bright crispness of the room was very different than the Buckingham Palace feel of Malfoy Manor and it seemed to please Draco very much.
He approached the bed, smiling as he looked around, and sat down on it, it was billowy and soft. It felt great to sink his exhausted and drained self into it and it disappointed him to think he would have to be a gentleman and give the bed to Hermione.
"These hotels have telephones instead of floo," said Draco, "Do you think you could help me call on it for a foldout bed or something?"
He looked at Hermione for the first time, she was standing by the door, still wrapped in the silky fabric as a top, but her once fluffy gown was down to its last, tightest layer, a pearly white short skirt. Something was different about her expression. Draco didn't know what to make of it, but she was looking at him intensely.
"… or should I just sleep on the sofa…" he said awkwardly as Hermione began slow steps toward him. She was surprised her hands were shaking slightly, usually by this time she was like a robot, but no, she was very much aware of Draco's presence and what she was going to try to make happen…
'Just say it,' thought Hermione, looking at Draco, who looked confused, yet slightly intrigued. "Sleep with me," she said softly, still walking slowly but becoming very close to Draco sitting on the bed.
"You mean like share the bed?" asked Draco.
Hermione giggled; secretly grateful she decided to drink so much wine. Draco watched as her hand went behind her and he heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper. Suddenly Hermione's dress dropped down, and she was standing two feet away from him in nothing but a lacey white bra and high cut bikini panties.
Hermione watched Draco's mouth drop. She assumed she'd feel very embarrassed, thinking that's why her cheeks were starting to feel warm, but in a very nonobjective way, Draco's reaction was quite flattering.
That's because Draco was quite stunned. He stared at her amazing body for a long moment, something he had so strongly wanted to see since she arrived at his house whether he wanted to admit it or not, but then he furrowed his brow. After the shock had worn off, he realized how out of character she was acting.
Hermione sensed his rising doubt and she thought instantly of Lucius's punishment. She quickly pushed Draco back on to the bed and the next thing Draco knew she had crawled up on him and he was suddenly laid back beneath a nearly naked and utterly sultry girl. She stayed hovering, looking him in his wide dazzling eyes with her most seductive expression.
Draco opened his mouth to say something but Hermione stopped him with a kiss. Her lips planted onto his. Draco's first thought was to make her stop, to ask her what the hell she was doing… but he didn't. Her mouth soon melted into his and he let the kiss go on for a few more seconds.
She released his lips from her soft pucker and he was looking up at her. Her mouth had been so amazing to him, and, wanting only but to kiss again, Hermione had made him completely forget about all the outrageous context that went along with who he was kissing and his arm slid up hers until he had her gently by the back of the neck and pulled her back down to his mouth for more.
She had started it after all.
Their lips met again and Draco thought instantly that something was off… that he shouldn't have done what he just had, but within the next second Hermione parted his lips and he felt her soft pink tongue gently slip against his and all of his previous inclinations understandably disappeared.
Draco found himself wrapping his other arm around her back and he pulled her body into his as she continued to kiss him passionately. The only thing he was capable of comprehending was how amazing she felt laying on top of him with her tongue and lips playing with his… Hermione was pressing her body into Draco's, which was firm and inviting. Suddenly she was kissing him so intensely that she needed to break away to breathe. She was caught off guard by her lack of air, but after all, she never ever expected him to be so good at it. Draco took that opportunity to kiss her neck and habitually his hands were running up and down her body, caressing her skin.
Draco's hands tickled and tingled her skin as he sensually touched her and involuntarily Hermione shuddered pleasantly. Within that very second she was extremely shocked. She assumed this act would be repulsive, but she found herself not needing to fake how turned on she was quite as much as the previous times she had to do something like this… She inhaled sharply as Draco sucked on her neck and pull her tightly into him, she sighed when she could feel the ripple of Draco's, whose stomach is so defined, muscles press against her. The way Draco suddenly couldn't keep his hands off of her made her feel so sexy, a feeling which only made her enjoy herself more. Becoming completely uninhibited, he was allowing her hips to grind slowly into his…
Realizing this, she stopped abruptly.
Draco, who had been enjoying it so, noticed her ceasing and stopped kissing her neck, as if on the verge of questioning the situation.
To cover up her awkward jolt she rose up off of him, straddling him between her legs, and began undoing the buttons of his shirt.
'Let's get this over with,' she told herself, assuming that's what she should be thinking. Certainly nothing like "take your time"or"maybe he'll really like if I do this…" or anything of that sort should be going through her mind, and she knew it. Besides, she was being forced to do this! There couldn't possibly be any reason she'd have to genuinely want to please him!
Draco looked up at her as she undid his clothes and licked her lips. She opened his shirt and began to glide her fingertips up and down his hard chest. Draco slid his hands up her thighs and firmly grasped her hips. She leaned back onto him while rolling her hips, and began to kiss him again. Draco felt hot and woozy as she enthusiastically nibbled his lower lip, moaning as he gripped her butt.
Hermione was surprised once again.
The moan that escaped from within her wasn't fake and it freaked her outWhy did Draco have to be such a good kisser? And why did his hands have to be so warm and strong?
'Get the rest of our clothes off,' thought Hermione, not liking how different this was from kissing someone like Ivan…. 'I need to get things moving…'
Yeah, that would do it. Get it over with so fast that she wouldn't have time to do the impossible and, oh goodness, like it!
She broke their kissing again and sat up once more. With Draco watching she slowly dragged her hands down from his shoulders to the waistband of his pants before sliding them sensually up her own body and reaching around herself to slowly and teasingly unclasp her bra.
He watched her as if he was hypnotized and Draco felt his body surge beneath her, knowing she was going to fully undress, show all of herself to him… he couldn't wait. His pants were tight and stiff, noticing for the first time he had never been so hard… no girl had got him so turned on so quickly like Hermione Granger-
'What the hell!' thought Draco. He sat up abruptly, sliding Hermione down so she was straddling his legs opposed to sitting on his erection.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
Hermione looked instantly concerned, "What do you mean what am I doing?" she asked, pretending it was obvious, "It's our honeymoon,"
"Yeah, it sure is," said Draco, "And you hate me."
Draco's words were firm and his face was stern with suspicion. Hermione's face dropped into disappointment, Draco had been too smart for it. "Listen, Draco," she said softly, softly and slowly placing her hand on his upper knee and stroking upward, "Just do me."
"What?" spat Draco.
She pulled her hand back. "If you don't tell Lucius we slept together then…" she trailed off, looking extremely embarrassed.
"WHAT?" cried Draco again, not believing what he was hearing. He began to get up.
"Draco," Hermione pleaded desperately, "Please, just sleep with me, your Dad is determined that you do it, it's his way of putting me in my place… I'll do it however you want, I won't even complain, Draco, please…"
Although the "I'll do whatever you want" comment caused his groin to twinge with intense excitement, the pitiful "I won't even complain" remark caused his stomach to turn.
Draco looked absolutely disgusted, "I'm not going fuck someone who doesn't want to!" he spat ferociously, slipping off of the bed and pacing by it in his rant, "I can't believe he'd even- of all the things- like I can't bloody get a real shag!-" he was sputtering angrily now.
Hermione had recoiled; covering her scantily clad self now that the situation called for modesty.
Draco looked at her; she looked pathetically desperate and concerned, terrified even. He felt bad for her, that Lucius would make her do such a thing. "Don't worry," he said softly, his lips curling in anger at the thought of his father, "I'll tell him you fucked me."
Hermione looked at him, bunching her hair back up into a falling clip, after an entire day it was coming undone and it had gone especially wild during their making out, "Thanks," she said finally and forced a weak gratuitous smile.
"…Will you tell him I fucked you well?" she murmured softly a moment later.
"Excuse me?" Draco asked, wondering why Hermione would care if Lucius thought she was a good lay or not… it was surprisingly conceited for what he thought he knew of her…
"If I don't "please" you," she explained using her fingers as quotation marks, "he said… he said he and his friends would teach me how…"
"Good god," muttered Draco in raging disbelief, it was so appalling to him…
Hermione was still looking at him with wide worried eyes.
"Yes," he said, realizing he hadn't answered her question, "I'll tell him you were great…"
There was an awkward silence as Draco stood by the bed still disbelieving while Hermione sat there in her wedding day lingerie.
"I feel so… gross," she said finally.
Draco's face contorted into a frown a bit.
"…from being in that dress all day," she added, not wanting him to think it was a personal insult and that his kisses and caresses had been gross after he had so kindly let her off the hook and saved her from Lucius, "Just tired and covered in make up and stuff, you know?" she added earnestly. Draco understood then and nodded.
Too bad she couldn't tell Draco it was the putrid thought of Lucius that made her feel so sick, "…I think I'll go shower..." she managed to say.
"Ok," said Draco, feeling very odd himself.
Hermione disappeared into the bathroom leaving Draco feeling…feeling… like they didn't have closure. He felt like a fool for kissing her back and meaning it when she hadn't at all. He could not believe she had so successfully seduced him while acting. No woman had done that to him before, and he was utterly shocked.
But honestly, should he really feel embarrassed for getting so turned on? Surely she must know she has that effect on men. His erection hadn't surprised her, in fact, she grinded herself into it.
Suddenly that struck Draco as funny. Grinding into him wasn't necessary… in fact it would be pleasurable to her as well. Had she been enjoying herself?
Draco felt a flash of pride; surely he must point this out to her, rub her face in it even, make it obvious that he wasn't the only one who should feel embarrassed. He hesitated briefly, but found himself rushing towards the bathroom door.
Hermione was standing in front of the sink and mirror. She had let down her hair and removed her silly expensive lace bra and was splashing cool water on her face, trying to put out the fire in her cheeks, but her reflection in the mirror still showed a blushing face. Out of curiosity she ran her hand up her thigh and felt herself. It was warmer and moister than she had even suspected. She couldn't believe there was physical evidence of her arousal. There was no denying she hadn't enjoyed it now.
Typical to his tendencies, Draco burst in without knocking, but whatever he was going to say was quickly forgotten as Hermione whipped around in surprise.
They just stared at each other for a few seconds, Hermione in only skimpy white panties, nothing else.
A million impulsive things to say and do went through Draco's mind, but in the end, he said nothing and merely backed out of the room and closed the door.
Hermione grabbed a towel, holding it against her, and kicked open the bathroom door.
'DO YOU EVER KNOCK?!' she intended to yell. But she didn't.
He was standing stiffly by the bed, looking as though he was expecting her to come storming out. And she did.
He couldn't take it, after seeing her like that he knew he had to have her and he began to advance towards her without hesitation. The very second he walked towards her Hermione just knew, and dropped her towel as he pushed her up against the wall and began to kiss her passionately.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and ferociously kissed him in return.
Draco's hands marveled at the silkiness of her skin as he roamed her back without a bra strap in the way. With them so bare and open he could not resist, his right hand found itself sliding around to her front side taking a firm grip of her breast. His left hand slid down her back and stroked the back of her thigh. Hermione was moaning, not believing the wonderful sensation of Draco's massaging hands. She broke away, once again underestimating his effect on her and she needed to breathe.
As she panted, Draco's warm firm lips began on her neck again, only they continued working downwards. Hermione gasped when Draco's hot mouth met her nipples, teasing and playing with her with his tongue. He kept his face there for good period of time, having wanted this secretly for so long, enjoying her moans and the way she arched her back in reaction. Her hands ran threw his hair and she clawed at his shoulders as she slid one of her legs around his.
Draco sucked and nibbled on her neck once more as a hand slid down her flat stomach. They were kissing again as he played with the fabric of her panty line. Desperate for him to touch her there, Hermione gripped him even more firmly with her leg as he pressed her against the wall, holding her up. He finally slipped his hand down and instantly Hermione heaved a sigh, but inhaled sharply soon after, as Draco delicately played with her.
Draco let out an exhalation of surprised pleasure when he entered her because she was so amazingly tight and wet, by far the most he had ever felt. He was shuddering in bewilderment as she moaned as well at the physical intimacy and stimulation of allowing him in. He slowly but firmly began to beckon his fingers in her causing all kinds of intense sensations and Hermione huffed and puffed, not wanting him to ever stop. Draco was holding her firmly against the wall, because she would uncontrollably push away from it. Draco loved the way she felt so much he didn't even mind that his hand was being to get tired. Feeling her and looking down at her body, her breasts, her stomach, her gorgeous silky skin, the way her waist was so tiny yet so sexily sloped into her hips, it all had him so incredibly aroused. He looked up at her beautiful face, his arousal blindingly obvious in his fierce shiny eyes.
She looked back at him, still murmuring and wiggling in delight as his hand was down her panties. He was so absolutely gorgeous, his broad shoulders and hard chest and stomach…she followed the muscle lines of his thick shapely arm till it the led to the hand in between her legs and she realized she was so hot that she couldn't believe it didn't burn. She looked him into his perfect face to see what he thought of the heat, and his powerful eyes showed undoubtedly that he was enjoying it. Seeing the pleasure he was giving her in her warm brown eyes caused a sly smile to form across his lips.
It was when Draco had delicately pinched her nipple with his free hand and she cried out in surprised pleasure that she gripped his biceps and flipped him over, so it was him now between the wall and her. She undid his pants in seconds and slid her hands down over his boxers, cupping him and then giving him a long deep stroke with the palm of her hand. To him the shock of her touch was so enticing…Hermione had never felt a boy so firm. She couldn't stop herself; she wanted to get her hands around it and pulled down his boxers. Instantly she marveled at his size and firmness, his skin was so hot and he was so swollen. She grazed his length with her fingertips before she wrapped one hand around it and began gliding it up and down, over and over.
His arms and stomach muscles tightened and he inhaled and exhaled deeply as she jerked him in a strong rhythmic motion and looked him the eyes, watching him love it. He's knees began to shake and he longed for Hermione to lie back on top of him. After allowing her to so sensually stroke him for as long as he could stand, he pulled her hands up out of his pants and guided her backwards until she tripped back onto the bed.
She watched him finally step completely out of his clothes. Then he swiftly pulled Hermione's panties off of her.
The last thing Hermione expected Draco to do was spread her legs open, get down on his knees and, starting at the inside of her knee, sprinkle her with kisses all the way to her upper thigh.
She cried out in exhilaration when he finally began tonguing her. Her toes scrunched up as she began running her hands through his blonde locks again as he kissed and licked in the best spots. She wiggled and murmured, trying to hold her outbursts in as Draco lightly teased her with the tip of his tongue in areas he knew perfectly well to be sensitive, then suddenly he'd be much more firm and deep, sucking and rubbing with his lips and tongue.
"Mmmm…" moaned Draco involuntarily after he slid his hands around her hips, lifted her a bit for better access and slid his tongue all the way in her, he couldn't believe her sweet taste. He slid it in and out, over and over again; her moans and whimpers making him harder than ever. It wasn't until she was bucking her hips and crying out profusely that Draco slowly withdrew his mouth.
He softly kissed up her stomach, licking her slowly on the way. His hot wet tongue felt so good along her skin. She greedily kissed his mouth when he met her face. But when he loomed over her for too long, as if wanting to torture her, Hermione couldn't stand it any longer and rolled him over.
She settled her body over his and sunk down onto him. She pushed until all of his massiveness was inside her.
He moaned long and loud.
The heat and tightness was more amazing than he had ever felt, and her wetness made him throb with hardness even more, the mere thought of her being so physically turned on only made him more turned on. Hermione rose and then fell again, and he gripped her hips earnestly. She rose and fell, rose and fell, the pleasure of him filling her completely traveling through her like waves. Draco grunted as she went her rhythm and pace, working all of him in.
Draco had never felt anything like it, Hermione's body welcomingly invited him in, gently squeezing him as Hermione slid up and down. He loved to hear her rhythmic moans, and wanted to make her cry out louder.
He began setting the speed of her thrusts by guiding her waist, lying back enjoying the view, the pleasure, and her lustful outbursts.
Faster and faster he guided her, pulling her down more firmly. Draco felt her begin to breathe more quickly and start to shake, her eyes were closed tightly and she rolled her head around her shoulders, her curls being tossed everywhere. Draco did not let up on her. The tip of him was repeatedly hitting Hermione in the most sensitive internal spot of her entire body, while the whole length of him stroked her delicate insides repeatedly. She thought it impossible for the friction between them to grow anymore intense, but amazingly enough it did, especially as he guided her. After a few more moments Hermione threw head back, arching her back and screamed loudly as she climaxed.
Draco merely smiled and laid her temporarily relaxed body down next to him. Hot, pleasurable satisfaction tingled like static electricity all over her body as she revealed in the aftermath of her giant orgasm. But Draco knew if he was good at one thing, it was pleasing women all night long, and he couldn't wait to show Hermione.
Hermione felt him roll over and his weight sink into her and the next thing she knew the pleasurable strokes were back and she was moaning once again. She couldn't believe it, he was still aiming to pleasure her some more! He was slower this time, but deep and he kissed her chest as she sunk her fingertips into his back, dragging them across his broad shoulders in ecstasy.
As if he knew her body better than anyone else, he would decrease his thoroughness just before she was to climax again, teasing her for what felt like an eternity.
Draco watched as her head rolled around, her own hands clawing at her hair as if she were literally being driven insane. She shuddered intensely for the countless time and she was breathing very heavily. After such a long day he knew she couldn't take much more teasing, and that tiredness applied to him as well, not that he wasn't enjoying every single second of their current affair.
He readjusted her beneath him, since she had nearly scooted up into the headboard from his "nudging". He looked her in the eyes and she returned the glare with an almost desperate hunger for him to do what she knew he was going to. Draco smirked smugly, knowing no man had ever given her as much pleasure as he. He reentered her very deeply. She moaned very loudly once again and she gripped Draco very tightly. Next thing Draco knew he was moaning louder than she was, he trembled and gasped for air, shocked at the indescribable amount of pleasure and satisfaction and then collapsed on top of her.
Hermione, beyond satisfied, rolled him off of her, so that they were lying on their sides, face to face. Before her heavy eyelids slowly blinked to a permanent close, she saw Draco, slowly catching his breath, his own eyes closed tightly. Just moments before Draco was arrogantly boasting about giving Hermione the best pleasure she'd ever known, least suspecting she'd return the favor.