Stepping back into the head's dormitory, I did not expect anyone to be waiting for me. But there was; Hermione sat in the wooden chair across from the couch, her elbow on the arm rest. But it seemed she had waiting long enough, for her eyes were closed in a peaceful sleep.
To say the sight looked comfortable would be a lie. It didn't even look comfortable in the least. I smirked glad that I wouldn't be the one waking up with the sore butt and back. I smiled walking toward her sleeping form, and knelt down beside her. I was about to shake her shoulder to wake her up to go to her bed, but I stopped. In sleep, Hermione Granger was beautiful.
Her face held no stress, worry, or care and I wished she could be like it more often. Hermione needed to relax more. But she was always the over achiever, rushing to the library, staying up late to finish homework way in advance, and sticking up for others who could not do so themselves. Take elves for example… no wait forget that, that was too long of a story to ever have her explain to you.
One stray curl had fallen into her face, and I softly twined between my fingers. Though her hair looked wild and untamed, it was so soft, almost silky. It didn't matter how unruly her hair looked, it was perfect for her; untamed, just like her spirit.
I gently pulled the curl back behind her ear, and turned my gaze back to her face. Back to the face that was now eyeing me with interest. Brown eyes gazed into mine, and I did not pull away, nor did she and it seemed as though time had froze.
No words were spoken, but the silence spoke volumes. Question's asked with our eyes, that seemed to be searching into the depths of our souls. Her hand rose slowly to my face, but I did not pull away, if anything, I think I leaned toward her touch. I wanted her touch. I wanted her to know my feelings for her; which were as confusing to me as an enigma. I wanted so much, but a simple touch of lips could threaten what was slowly growing.
My stomach quivered in delight as her fingers softly teased my cheek bones and jaw. Her eyes took on a glazed look, and when she spoke, I knew she was speaking aloud what she was thinking. "So cold, dark, hidden." Her eyes followed her hands, until they rose to meet mine. "But your eyes, they are so … intense. They almost make me want to glance away, but … they are too beautiful to do so. "
Her eyes lost their glassy look, and she immediately pulled her hand away. A blush rose to her cheeks, and she mumbled, "I ahh… I didn't mean to do that. I…." She rose from the chair and began to walk hurriedly away, though it looked somewhat awkward as she struggled with the stiffness in her legs.
I rose too, I would not let her go, not when we had been this close. "Wait." I whispered, as I rushed to her. She stopped, but did not turn around to face me. I stopped behind her, hoping for her to turn around on her own accord, but she did naught. That's when I realized how close behind her I stood; no doubt she could practically feel my presence looming over her. I took a step back, but my resolve did not lesson. Gently I turned her to face me. Her eyes stared down at her hands as her feet shuffled as though guilty.
"Hermione… look at me." I said softly.
Hermione
The way my name rolled of his tongue was enough to make my body shiver, but my eyes were reluctant in replying to his request.
His hand gently settled under my chin, and he lifted it until my eyes had no where else to look but his. I met his eyes, and immediately I was entranced. His eyes bore into mine intensely, the silver orbs swirling with emotions I could not read. Then he spoke, his voice almost husky, "No, you are the one who is beautiful."
I couldn't speak; my mind and body being drown on overdrive. Too many feelings, emotions, and words to comprehend, but in a way this confusion was pleasant. I swallowed, trying to speak, but he cut me off with a finger to my lips. Then he smiled, his eyes seeming to say, "My turn." I don't know what turned me on more, his smile, or the dangerous glint in his eye.
His long fingers slowly traced their way gently down my jaw to my neck, when I tilted my head for better…access. My body seemed to know what to do, and I left it at that, and I felt as my breathing became shallow, and my heart began to race. His finger stopped suddenly at the pressure point on my neck and I watched as his eyes darkened with…hunger? But it disappeared as he shook his head distractedly. For a moment I stiffened, but his fingers continued their downward descent to my collar bone, which then traced, and I found that breathing was becoming an issue. His hands trailed across my blouse to my shoulder and down to my elbow where they came to rest on my hips. My eyes shot open, I hadn't even realized they had been closed.
His eyes bore into mine, never releasing me from their intense stare. I felt as his hand moved slowly across my stomach to stop at my navel. I shivered uncontrollably, letting my eyes close as his hand trailed upward, between my breasts where it stopped. His eyes closed, and I knew he was feeling as my heart pounded loudly.
His touch ignited a long hidden fire in me, and my blood seemed to boil. All of these feelings came from him, and he hadn't even kissed me. God, and I still wore clothes, I couldn't even try to comprehend my actions if it had been skin to skin.
I slowly open my eyes to his, and that 's when I knew it was coming. He leaned closer to me, centimeters separating us. I could feel his breath on my cheek, and when his lips touched my skin, I could not help the soft moan that escaped my lips. His soft lips left a trail of fire as they fell over my jaw to descend to my neck.
When his tongue lightly flicked out at my skin, my body worked on a will of its own. Cautiously, my hands rose to his hair, where they nestled it their silky texture. I felt as he groaned, and it vibrated on my neck causing me to let out a moan myself. Pulling gently with his hair, I made him look at me.
His eyes had dilated with passion, as they stared out at me behind lidded eyes. I desperately wanted him to kiss me, prolonging it was slowly driving me into madness. I whispered softly, "Draco… kiss me. Please."
I don't know whether it was I who pulled his lips crashing down on mine, or if it was by mutual consent and we both obliged. But what ever it was; it was like an atomic bomb. I think we both moaned on impact.
His soft lips slowly moved against mine, and I enjoyed the delicious friction. My mouth opened greedily for more, and our kisses turn to open mouth ones, and I felt as I wanted more. His hands slowly rubbed down my back to stop at the small of my back. He pulled me further into his embrace, and our bodies were practically meshed together. But I reveled in the feel of his hard body against mine, and my fingers slowly began to do some exploring by themselves. Slowly they traveled over his shoulders, then down his chest to the chiseled abs that I could feel through his shirt. I longed to feel his skin, to just rip of the robe and shirt.
Draco slowly walked me backward until I felt the wall came in contact with my back. I leaned on it for support. My legs had nearly given way beneath me. We pulled back reluctantly, breathing in some much needed air.
"Oh my god Draco…" I breathed, "What are you doing to me?" besides making me hot and bothered, I thought. I shivered as his eyes held a dangerous gleam, and a small triumphant smirk graced his features. He leaned back over me, and lightly bite on my bottom lip. I gasp in surprise, and he released me before I felt his mouth at my ear. His breath was hot on my ear, and the shivers that went up my back, rose to the hair on my neck. He growled softly, "I'm claiming you." Then his lips once more seared my neck with fire. I groaned clutching tightly to his strong muscled back.
His lips found mine once more, and tantalizingly he traced my lips with his tongue. I moaned, and the moment my mouth opened, his tongue slid in smoothly. Our tongues danced passionately, and once again we had to pull away.
I sighed and ceased moving, "Draco… we have to stop." I whispered reluctantly. If we continued on like this, I'd soon find myself lying on the floor naked being ravished by a sexy slytherin. I smirked to myself, though the thought of it didn't seem so bad right now. I might regret it later.
Draco sighed softly into my shoulder then pulled away. "Yea, you're right, I'm sorry I…" I cut him off quickly with my lips. He groaned lightly, then I pulled away, a few inches, my hand still on his cheek. I stared into those grey pools of silver and said softly, "I'm not sorry."
I smiled lightly, and once again found his lips on mine, his tongue dueling with my own. I groaned, and pulled away. I gently pushed him on the shoulder. "If you don't stop that, I might just have to…" I felt as my eyes widened, and Draco smirked, "I wouldn't finish that sentence if I were you, or else I might have you follow through with it."
I blushed lightly, then rolled my eyes up him. "Goodnight Draco." I leaned up on tiptoe and softly kissed him on the lips. I pulled away before it could turn into anything stronger.
I turned around to make my way before I felt a hand grab my arse. "Draco!" I whipped around, and smacked at his hand. He just shrugged his shoulders innocently, "I've wanted to do that all day." I peered up at him, "Well, that's your free shot. Next time it might cost you." I turned around once more, and walked to my portrait, but this time I purposely swayed my hips. When I glanced over my shoulder at him before I entered the portrait, I saw as his mouth hung open, and a fire burned in his eyes. "Sweet dreams, Draco." I smirked, as the portrait closed behind me.
The moment it clicked behind me, I leaned upon it heavily. Oh my god, I can't believe I had done that. But I wasn't disappointed, not in the least. Meandering my way over to my bed, I softly picked up my sleeping clothes and changed into them. Jumping onto the bed, I turned to stare at the ceiling. Questions filled my mind along with other… things. I groaned and tried to sleep. But only Draco filled my mind. His hands, lips, the way they touched and tasted.
Well sweet dreams were sure to follow. No doubt I would be dreaming a sexy grey eyed slytherin. But the more I thought of it, the more I wanted to fall asleep and dream. Dream of those hands that elicited from me moans, and those lips that could melt my soul and send fire through my veins. Oh… Draco what were you doing to me?