God he smelt good. Would it be so bad for her to take him home? Apparently he was thinking along the same lines as he smirked again.
He pushed a stray piece of hair back from her face and his hand lingered. "You look very familiar and at the same time very different," he said as his hand traced the lines of the cheekbones.
"I was thinking the same thing about you."
His hand trailed from her defined cheeks to her pouting lips. Oh he couldn't stand this much longer, either she had to leave soon or he would unable to hold off from parting those delectable lips with his tongue and tasting her for the first time. Oh lets just leave, please he thought to himself.
He took her hand and led her away from the dance floor. He was so very tender, no one had made her feel so much lust ever before. Can we just leave, I'm sure there wont be any after party worth going to, except for the one that she had in mind. Those eyes were just too perfect behind that mask. She had definitely seen them before. This is so frustrating, she thought to herself.
Without thinking her hand found its way up to his chest. She moaned, she couldn't help it, such a fine set of muscles, if only there was no cloth between her hands and his flesh. That's it she thought, he's definitely coming home with me.
The hall was emptying and it soon became apparent that they had to leave. What would happen?
Before she could think about what to say he filled the gap. "Can I take you home?"
She smiled. "Yours or mine?" Oh Merlin did I just say that out loud.
At this he pulled her close and whispered into her hair "Mine of course." He wasn't joking. They left the hall arm in arm. They got outside and Hermione shivered. The temperature had dropped since she had arrived.
Draco felt her shiver. "You're cold, here," he said while her shrugged off his jacket and then handed it to her. "Wear this, its will warm you up in no time," he smiled and pulled her close to share some of his own body heat. This was definitely a special girl, why am I acting this way? Yes I could be charming but this was above and beyond. Could it be that this was THE one? He was trapped in his thoughts. Was this a good idea? He looked at her. Seeing her in his jacket he had no doubt that that was what he wanted, he needed. Without another moment's hesitation Draco thought of his house, the main foyer would do.
"My dear, don't move, I'm just transporting us home."
She squeezed him tight, lost in his warmth. She felt a familiar sensation and all of a sudden what just happened registered. Her eyes flung open and she stared at the man who just completed one of the most dangerous acts imaginable. She took a second to make sure that she was completely herself and was astounded. How on earth had he done that? It was such a new ability that for someone to have mastered it completely already is an impressive feat.
Her gaze wandered around the room, from the stairs at the back of the room, to the grandiose arches leading to the rest of the house. Draco took her hand and gave her a quick tour of the ground floor before heading back to the foyer, planning to head upstairs. Would it be so bad if he took her to his room next?
Unknown to him she was thinking along the same lines.
"Did you want a night cap? We have a fully stocked bar! Are you hungry?" He was getting a little nervous. He had brought many women home but they all hand known who he was.
"Well, are you on the menu?" She blushed as her thoughts escaped her and she looked away, her hands fiddling with her gown.
He smiled and pulled her closer to him, a hand gently lifting her chin so that he could see her clearly. "Only if you are too." At that moment he leaned in and captured her lips with his.
She was amazed at how good he tasted, and how passionately this man could kiss. This was very promising. Her hands left her dress and held his waist. At that moment she realised just how much she missed being held. She felt his hidden muscle and couldn't stop herself from exploring the rest of his hidden muscles. Oh god he was perfect, not too muscly, he was toned and that was exactly what she liked.
He smiled against her lips as he felt her hands roving over him. His tongue began massaging hers and his hands mirrored her actions. They found themselves pressing together, her hands clutching his back, one of his hands buried in her hair and the other pressing her close so that she could feel his desire. Remaining clothed however was easier said than done. If it weren't for the fact that they were still in the foyer Hermione had no doubt that their clothes would not be an issue.
As if they had both came to the same decision they slowly pulled apart, struggling not to go further with their exploration of each other.
"Do you live in this huge place all by yourself?" She had to make sure they weren't about to get interrupted if she couldn't control herself, living at Hogwarts she wasn't used to having so much privacy.
"My parents don't live here anymore, it's just me and my house elves."
"So where do you sleep?" she playfully asked.
He grinned and swept Hermione up into his arms. "Allow me to give you a tour."
Draco glided up the stairs as if he wasn't carrying any extra weight. He nibbled her neck and the edge of her ears, she had never felt anything like this before. He turned to the right and continued down a hall until he forced open a set of heavily carved dark wood doors kissing his way from her neck to her mouth. He headed over to a stunning four-poster bed lavishly decorated with the same carvings as the door and laid her gently on the soft mattress. He climbed on and supported himself over her, all the while he never stopped kissing her.