This chapter is rated S for smutty :P
Hermione wanted more. Merlin, she wanted more. She could tell Draco did too. Not just from the physical evidence of his body, but from the way he looked at her. His eyes lidded with desire.
She cleared her throat, "We should collect the flowers,"
"Oh er...right, of course," he said, taking a reluctant step away from her.
As she collected the flowers, she couldn't stop thinking of the feel of Draco's hands on her. Touching her, caressing her, the way her body came alive when his lips touched hers. She had never experienced anything like it. Not with Viktor, and certainly not with Ron. That is, the sex with Ron wasn't bad, but he had never elicited such feelings as this. Her body tingled at the mere thought of Draco's talented fingers, her mind wandering about what else he could do.
She couldn't help but steal glances at him, blushing at the thought of what they had just done. Her and Malfoy. Her and Malfoy. Together. Touching.
She would never have believed it, if she hadn't just lived it.
She looked at him as he rolled his sleeves up to his elbow, his tie loose and messy, before stooping down to inspect the flowers. She bit her lip as she took him in. She had never felt this type of all consuming desire before.
Stop it Hermione, this is Malfoy we're thinking about she scolded herself. Just focus on the flowers.
So she did.
A little while later, Malfoy waited out of sight as Hermione delivered the flowers to Hagrid.
"Yer lookin a lil' flushed there 'ermione," Hagrid remarked, as the light from the open door fell on her, "was it a long walk?"
Hermione's blush deepened.
"Er, yes," she said, unconvincingly, "long walk. In fact, I'm quite tired. Good night Hagrid,"
He raised an eyebrow but didn't question her, just wished her goodnight and thanked her for the flowers. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief when the door closed.
She heard snickering coming from behind her, and turned to find Malfoy step out of the shadows smirking. She shoved him playfully and laughed along, her blush deepening, as they headed back to the castle.
By the time they returned to the castle it was well past curfew and the halls were dark and empty.
"Let me walk you back to the common room," Draco said, pulling her close. She breathed him in, the scent of cedar and soap filling her nose.
"Er...actually I have my own rooms," she said, her voice a little huskier than usual.
She looked up at him. He bit his lip lightly as he looked down at her. God, she wanted him. The logical part of her told her that this was a bad idea. He was her bully, her enemy, her rival. She had just broken up with her boyfriend. Her whole life was changing. She was a professor, he was a student. And yet, the other part of her told her to stop being the responsible one for once in her life. To have fun, to be a teenager, to be a little bit reckless. With the contraceptive spell over the school and grounds she didn't have to worry about that. People had hate sex all the time, right? Why shouldn't she? It's not like anyone would know.
These thoughts raced through her mind as they looked at each other for a long moment. She wondered if he was having similar thoughts. Her dark eyes met his, and for once, she decided not to listen to the logical part of her brain. She wanted passion. She wanted recklessness. She wanted him.
"It's this way," she said taking him by the hand, leading the way to her rooms.
Hermione's heart pounded loudly in her ears as she approached the painting of young woman in a field of flowers that hid the entrance to her suite of rooms. She had never been so forward with a man.
"Through the looking the glass," she said, naming one of her favorite muggle books. The portrait opened. Hermione looked shyly at Draco.
"Would you like to come in?" She asked, hoping her voice sounded more confident than she felt. She was confident in what she wanted to do, but she had no idea how to actually go about it.
His eyes were already dark with desire as he nodded. Her heart raced even faster as she stepped into the portrait hole, Draco following. She quickly glanced around the room, hoping she hadn't left anything too embarrassing lying around. She watched a slight look of surprise register on Draco's face as he took in the room.
"I haven't finished decorating yet," She said, unsure of what to talk about. Mainly, she was unsure of what to say because she didn't want to say anything at all. She wanted to kiss him and taste him and feel him all over her body. But she wasn't the type to throw herself at anyone. Inviting him to her room had been as close to that as she would get.
"I'd been expecting more red and gold," he said, chuckling lightly.
"Oh," she said, "it was just like the Gryffindor common room when I moved in, but I wanted something more...me, I guess." She looked around the now lavender room, taking in the vases with flowers and the bookshelves full of magical and muggle books alike running alongside the wall.
He took a step closer.
"It suits you," he said deeply, taking another step closer.
Hermione stepped closer too until they were directly in front of each other. The air was charged with a sort of electricity. She didn't want anymore small talk. She tilted her face up until his lips were just a hairsbreadth away from hers.
"What now?" She asked breathily.
"Now," he says boldly, running his hand slowly up her arm, "I take your clothes off piece by piece until you are naked in front of me."
"And then?" She asked, desire making her voice come out low and sultry.
"I make you feel things you've only dreamt about."
He closed the gap between their mouths, greedily taking her mouth with his. She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer, and he sucked on her bottom lip. It was a vicious kiss, full of heat, teeth, and tongue. His hands made quick work of the buttons on her shirt, and she all but tore it off, throwing it across the room. Without breaking the kiss, his nimble fingers undid the clasps on her white bra. That quickly joined the shirt on the floor.
He ran a thumb over her nipple, eliciting a gasp. She bit his bottom lip, and dropped her hands to his waist, gathering the bottom of his shirt in her hands. They broke apart for only a moment as she dragged his shirt over his head.
She took him in. His pale skin flawless in the firelight, his abs defined and rippling. Merlin, she wanted him. He pulled her back to him, her chest flush against his as he ran his fingers down her back. She shivered.
With hands shaky from desire she moved to undo his belt. She could see how hard he was through his trousers, and all she wanted to do was touch him. To hear what kind of sounds he would make. To see the look of pleasure on his face. She slid her hand into his waistband and he groaned in pleasure as she wrapped her hand around his arousal.
"Fuck, Granger," he groaned as she pumped him. She ran her thumb over the sensitive tip and he shuddered.
"Take your pants off," she commanded, removing her hands from him.
She stepped just out of reach of him and unzipped her skirt letting it fall to the floor, leaving her in just her knickers. She stepped out of those too.
She was completely naked in front of Draco Malfoy. Her enemy. Her schoolyard bully. The last person she ever expected to be naked in front of. And yet, she didn't care in the slightest. All she cared about was the deep well of arousal coursing through her.
She watched as Draco, too, stepped out of his pants. He looked as good naked as she'd imagined. His body tight in all the right places. She let her eyes wander down, taking him all in, and she shivered in anticipation. In one move he was on her, kissing her with a passion she'd never known, as he guided her to the bed.
"Fuck, Granger," he repeated against her neck, his hands roaming her body. She let out a breathy moan, falling backward on to the bed, pulling him with her.
"Malfoy," she whispered, looking at him imploringly. She didn't want to wait anymore. She needed him inside her now. Years of sexual tension had her impatient. He let out a wolfish grin and pushed into her, sliding deeper and deeper until he was in to the hilt.
"Oh merlin," she breathed, adjusting to the size of him. He felt so good inside of her. She wrapped her legs around him and he went even deeper. She had never felt so deliciously full. Then he began thrusting and she knew neither one of them would last long. Not after seven years of sexual tension.
He let out a string of unintelligible words. Whether that was because he was incoherent from pleasure or she was, she didn't know or care.
She let out a deep moan in response, fisting the sheets between her fingers.
With his lips next to her ear, he whispered, "Come for me, Granger".
And that was all it took to send her over the edge. She cried out as waves of pleasure washed over her, crashing into her again and again. Draco's thrusts became more wild as he chased his own pleasure, groaning low in his throat as he followed her over the edge.
For a moment, their heavy breathing was the only sound in the room until Draco said, "Best detention ever."
