Chapter 9: Permits For a Dragon

Am I the first man who's done this to you, Granger? He'd felt it as he lingered on the surface of her brain. Her lack of confidence in this position was almost screaming from her. He was impressed by her tenacity in the face of something which clearly made her anxious.

"Yes," she admitted.

"Fuck," he groaned out loud, leaning his head on her pubic bone and taking a breath.

"Is that ok?" she was nervous again.

"yes." he was struck monosyllabic by his intense arousal. "Perfect." and his tongue returned to her wet and pulsing core with an enthusiasm that had her back arching off the shelves.

Ron had always been very much opposed to even discussing this kind of sex. He thought the act of licking her was unmanly and that he'd go down in her estimation. So he wasn't going down at all. And with Wood and Krum, she'd been too scared to ask, assuming all men found it to either be a chore or demeaning. "You don't mind doing this?" she exhaled as she ground herself onto his mouth.

Mind? Mind? Granger, this is a treat. Nay, a delight. She couldn't help but giggle. He responded to her mirth with a gentle squeeze of her arse as his tongue did its magic. Please understand that from now on, whenever you desire it, you need only say 'on your knees Malfoy', and I will enthusiastically oblige. He was like a knight taking an oath to a queen. The thought made her tremble.

At your office, in the middle of a blazing row about my permits for a dragon…

"You're not getting one."

Yet. I'm not getting one yet. Even then, if I was hopping mad at your stubbornness and you asked it of me. I would be there, under your desk, devouring you.

"Oh, God." She felt her climax build to its peak.

At those ministry balls, He continued. You give me the nod Granger, and I'll vanish beneath that big pretty dress and make you forget how bored you are. He pushed himself upwards, bearing her weight on his shoulders and mouth, his hands clutching her arse. Lifting her entirely from the ground. Her fingers knotted in the grey fabric of her skirt as the tidal wave of white-hot fire reached its crest.

I'll buy fucking Hogwarts and do this to you, against every shelf in the Library if it's what you wish. And I'll love it. The wave broke. Hermione's leg shook, and a fitful cry of something along the lines of "Fuck Fuck Fuck" burst from her lips as her body suspended, held up by just him. She felt like a figure skater being lifted from the ice, only… while also climaxing to the point of blacking out for a second. It was intense and all-encompassing and so overwhelming that she forgot precisely who she was. She hadn't seen him stand, hadn't felt him put her leg down. But there he was, his face tantalisingly close to hers.

"You taste amazing, Granger." He was quoting her story, but he also seemed to be telling the truth. He licked his upper lip as he ground his pelvis into her, wanting her to feel how hard she made him.

"Do I?" She asked, dumbstruck.

"If it wasn't for your no kissing rule, you'd be able to find out for yourself." he nudged his nose against her cheek.

She didn't know what was taking hold of her. It was like she was possessed by a wanton spirit. She made a mental note to visit Luna and have her aura checked. She pushed her head forward and dragged her tongue from his chin to the side of his lip. He buckled forward, into her and let out a groan.

"You alright, Malfoy?" she finally asked when he failed to lift his head from the crook of her neck. He took a series of calming breaths and bit gently on her shoulder, steeling himself. His nose returned to bumping against hers as he straightened. His brows were knitted together in consternation, and his eyes pained. She reached out and ran her thumb over his cheek, unable to stop herself with him looking so very wretched. "did I hurt you?" a sudden panic that her earlier lift had broken his spine raced into her head.

"no." he moved his hands to his belt and made to unbuckle it. Trying not to jostle himself, fearful that even the slightest touch would have him making a mess on her, like a pervert in a park. "I am merely undone by you, Granger, and it grows harder to hold myself together."

She stayed silent, not sure what to say. She just kept her eyes locked on his. It was too intimate, too slow and too quiet. She watched the pained expression burst into relief as he entered her.

He'd intended to lift her, to wrap her legs around him and fuck her, hard, against the shelves until she screamed, but something had changed. Something more deliberate had taken over him. He rocked slowly against her, pulling her right leg up and to the side. His nose still pressed to hers, he caught her gasps between his own open lips. "Would you like to hear one of my fantasies, Granger?"

"Go on?"

"you bent over my lap while I spank you with a book," he smirked almost against her mouth.

"but not too hard?"

"no, darling. Just enough to make your cheeks blush a little," he responded with a wicked grin.

"What book?" she queried because to her, that mattered. The coil in her gut returned as she tilted her hip a smidge higher.

"Any book?" he asked breathlessly, sweat rolled down his back.

"Any book." she agreed, wondering if it would be some Quidditch tome or Slytherin handbook.

"Hogwarts a history, the first edition." he felt her walls clench around him and knew he had seconds left in him.

"But it's so precious, and there's only one." She breathed helplessly as he ground into her with more force.

"Yes, and I've got it at hand." he tapped the glass box next to Hermione's head, which held an ancient ledger.

Her neck snapped round to the object he tapped and then snapped back to him, her nose bumping his on the way "fuck!" she muttered, and to his shock, and quite frankly hers, she came for a second time with a shuddering breath and a groan. It wasn't loud. It was intense and subterranean. He followed quickly after, finally able to release.

"fuckety-fuck." he whispered from the back of his throat into her still open mouth.

Their laboured breathing filled the air. Neither moved, their eyes fixed on each other. Lips a hair from touching, sharing breath, sharing space. It was an intimate and prolonged moment of something sincere and biological. He leaned his forehead against hers. "Hermione." He breathed her name across her mouth, and it almost felt like a kiss.

"MASTER MALFOY!" They heard a voice somewhere down the corridor leading to the Library.

"THE FUCKING ELVES!" Draco's eyes widened as he suddenly remembered why she was there.

"What?" Hermione was still struck stupid by his lovemaking… sex. Not lovemaking. SEX. She reminded herself.

"IT'S HAPPENING, YOUR GRACE!" The voice was growing worryingly close, given he was still inside her, leaking down her thighs. The thought made her quiver, and her walls fluttered as an aftershock of their previous activities rippled through her.

"Hermione…" He tried to chastise her erotic response to their predicament but found himself curling around her more.

"THE BABY IS COMING, YOUR GRACE!"

She wasn't sure if it was the word 'baby' or perhaps the fact the handle to the library door was rattled, but she was snapped from whatever sex magic it was he'd weaved upon her. "Baby?" she pushed him back, letting her skirt drop down. Neither had actually removed any clothes, so other than her being dishevelled and damp thighed and him having his penis out… they were hardly compromised.

"Granger, It's not what you think."