This chapter contains explicit language, sexual content, intercourse, oral sex.
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"How are you finding your stay? Nice to be back?" Neville asked, nodding towards Draco. Neville had decided yesterday that he would not let Malfoy stir something up today, not in his classroom. He decided to put on a professional role, and not let thoughts of Malfoy's past behaviour inflict on his teaching abilities. He was glad Hermione was there too, it felt comforting to have someone there who shared the same feelings towards the blonde man. At least, that's what he thought.
"Yeah" Draco answered, shooting Hermione a quick glance. "The activities I've taken part in since my arrival have been very pleasurable," Draco drawled and squeezed Hermione's thigh under the table. She held in a gasp and shot him a glare at the word pleasurable. Not missing his not so subtle hint. At least it wasn't subtle to her, but Neville seemed none the wiser.
"That's really good!" Neville answered as he prepared the desk for his afternoon class.
"Indeed. And how's your new profession treating you?" Draco asked to make small talk; he was pleasantly surprised that Neville didn't appear to hold any grudges. He probably owed him several apologies for his teen behaviour, but he wasn't the apologetic type.
Neville felt rather surprised by Malfoy's civility, but it did nothing to change how he viewed the man.
"It's amazing really. I have plenty of time to research herbology when I'm not teaching, and McGonogall gives me pretty free range in planning for the curriculum for my classes," Neville said as he organised a few parchments on the desk in front of him. Draco wasn't all that excited to guest in this particular class; he never did care for herbology when he was a student here, and unlike at the DADA class he would have no useful insight to share.
"That sounds amazing Neville, I'm looking forward to attend today," Hermione said with glee and Draco pondered why she never sounded that full with glee when she talked to him. He certainly had never been on the recipient end of such a beaming smile. He straightened his back and clasped his hands together in his lap.
"Do you two have any plans for the evening?" Neville asked out of curiosity, he figured it might be boring for them to just walk around Hogsmeade, seeing as they weren't exactly friends. He glanced up, over at them, a little confounded by how close they sat.
"Oi. Certainly, I'm quite excited for dinner. Think I'll find it just as delectable as last night in fact," Draco answered and Hermione had to cover her moan with a cough. Draco punched her gently on her back.
"You okay Granger?" he asked.
"Just fine, just, dry throat," she answered, looking apologetically at Neville. As if he understood what was going on, and she needed to apologise for being flustered.
"You sure it's dry?" Draco asked with a smirk plastered on his face. This was almost as much fun as breakfast, he thought. He felt the need to get back at her a bit, for snogging him senseless and then stepping out on him in the library. Hermione bit her bottom lip and cleared her throat.
Neville reached for an empty glass he kept at his desk, and pointed his wand at it "Aquamente." The glass filled with water. "here Mione," he offered the glass to her.
"Thank you." Hermione sipped on the water, swallowing loudly.
Draco's innuendos had not gone unnoticed with Hermione, it was like this mornings breakfast all over again. And it did things to her, to her body. When he squeezed her thigh she almost jumped out of her seat. When he used the word delectable she knew what he was talking about, and he knew exactly what he was doing to her.
Determined to not be the only one feeling hot and bothered, she waited for her moment. When Neville turned his back to rearrange some pots Hermione let one hand slip up Draco's thigh. Sliding it up and down before squeezing at the end of his upper thigh. He showed no emotion on his face, but Hermione saw how his Adam's apple moved beneath the skin of his throat as he stopped a growl from escaping his lips. The corner of his lips twitched.
"Sorry, I'll be right back, just realised I'm short a few spades for the students," Neville excused as he hurried to retrieve some from the supply closet. They both nodded at his words. As he stepped outside, Hermione leaned closer to Draco. He could feel her warm breath on his neck. It made his skin prickle.
"Delectable, was it?" she purred in his ear while gripping his thigh again, grazing the bulge in his trousers with her fingertips. Draco shifted in his seat. Suddenly not enjoying this game as much. Of course she'd find a way to turn it on him.
"Stop it woman or I will-"
"You'll what?" Hermione interrupted, still whispering in his ear, her lips grazing his skin as she did. She could see his chest moving, evidently affected. It made her feel very proud at her accomplishments.
Since they were alone for the moment, Draco saw no harm in doing what he did next.
"I will reach down that skirt of yours and pull your wet knickers to the side and make you cum in this very classroom," Draco's tone was firm, and as the words left his lips he placed his hand around her neck, turning her head so they where face to face, and he could see nothing but lust in the brown eyes looking back at him. He loved the feeling of her delicate neck in his hand, and he knew exactly what it did to her, it was all very apparent in her eyes.
Fuck, how did he do this to her? Make her feel this way? She almost wanted him to touch her, fuck her right now. She felt herself getting wet.
"You wouldn't," was her answer. But she wasn't entirely sure, his eyes looked dangerous.
"Test me." Draco quirked an eyebrow. Challenging her. He obviously wouldn't, not here, but it was oh so fun to tease. "If you're good, and stop with this, thigh gripping, teasing, I'll reward you after," he continued.
She didn't answer, but he could se her squirm in her seat. "Are we clear on that?" he demanded an answer.
"Yes," she breathed, and he let go of her throat just in time for Neville to saunter back into the classroom.
Draco shot her a wink and Hermione felt herself melting. She clasped her hands together and crossed her legs; it only made her cunt throb more so she uncrossed them quickly.
She could she Draco smirking satisfyingly in her periphery.
Hermione did her best to focus on class, not even daring to look at the man on her right. She found Neville to be a really good teacher. He introduced them to the class, it wasn't the same students they had met earlier in the DADA class. Both Hermione and Draco said a few words, and Hermione took the opportunity to let the students know how lucky they were to be learning under Professor Longbottom, earning a shy smile from Neville.
Herbology really wasn't her thing, but she still managed a good grade in it, and she spoke briefly about the devil's snare, the one she had an encounter with during her very first year at Hogwarts, the student's listened intensely except for a few who caused some ruckus. She vaguely remembered her, Harry and Ron mostly using the herbology class to discuss things and make up plans to overcome whatever Harry's misfortune threw them that year.
When class ended and the students begun to leave the classroom, Hermione and Draco stood. Hermione gave Neville a hug and Draco shook his hand.
"Thank you for letting us listen in today, it was really interesting, you're a great teacher you know. I'm going to head back to the Three Broomsticks, I have some work to catch up on," Hermione said. Annoyingly using the same excuse Draco wanted to use.
"Yeah, same for me, have some paperwork to organize, and thank you it's been insightful, and I concur with Hermione's opinion, good teaching," he said as he shook his hand, thinking it didn't hurt to be a bit extra polite.
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"Strip," Draco commanded as soon as the door closed behind them at the inn.
Hermione felt a little self-conscious, she hadn't undressed under his gaze since three years ago. Sure he'd seen her naked last night, but it had been darker, and it had been more gradually, not this exposed. Still she obeyed and started with unzipping her skirt, letting gravity do the rest as it fell to the floor. Revealing her pink, mesh underwear with embroidery flowers on, along with her black stay ups. She stepped out of it and began unbuttoning the two buttons on the sleeves of her blouse, pulling it over her head to reveal a matching bra. She didn't make eye contact with Draco it felt too unprotected. Instead she noticed how he adjusted his cock inside of his trousers. It encouraged her. She reached to undo her bra, but Draco stepped towards her and gripped her wrist before she could.
"I want to commit this sight to memory first," he explained in a low voice as he took a step back to enjoy the full view, eyeing her up and down two times, his jaw clenched as he hummed in approval. Hermione felt herself growing more and more aroused, soaking her knickers. She blushed, feeling very much like she was on display. Draco caught sight of her pink cheeks, and stepped closer again. She relaxed a little more when his grey eyes stopped their assault. He twirled one of her stray curls with his finger.
"No need to be shy. If only you could feel what you do to me, just standing there. You're beautiful," he whispered, his eyes not leaving hers. Hermione's heart pounded hard in her chest, she didn't reach out to touch him, let him do what he felt like. He'd never called her beautiful before, and it made her heart skip a beat, her eyes widen.
"And this," he said, caressing one of the straps of her bra. "Did you wear this for me today?" he cooed. He was so close, that his breath disturbed the hair around her face as he talked. She had made a very conscious choice in underwear today.
"Yes, for you," she answered, knowing he would like the answer. It was the truth.
"I'm very pleased."
Hermione bit her bottom lip, groaning through closed lips. Drawing his attention to her them. He dragged a finger across the curve of her bottom lip. Placing his thumb between her lips. She sucked on it, making him growl in the back of his throat, the sound sent shivers through her body. Her legs quivered for a moment. She massaged his thumb with her tongue, and he started to move it rhythmically, she couldn't help but moan as he did. He removed it with a pop, and let it slip down the middle of her body, down her stomach, over her thin knickers, and started to rub it in circles over her clit. Hermione closed her eyes, breaking the eye contact and relished in the feeling of his touch right where she wanted it.
Draco caressed her breast with his other hand, focusing on one at a time. He pinched her nipple, her left breast, and then her right. Hardening them.
"Ah yes!" Hermione exclaimed. Draco hummed in appreciation, loving the sight of her erect nipples. He pulled at her bra, removing them from the cups. He began licking and sucking on her breasts, worshipping them, slowly, dividing his time equally between the two.
"Fuck!"
"Yeah, you like this?" Draco asked before biting down on one nipple. The feeling was so intense Hermione almost screamed.
"Oh, yes Draco"" she struggled to answer. Draco chuckled, enjoying all of her reactions. He was already rock hard in his trousers. He moved her knickers to the side and ran his fingers up and down her slit.
"Oh my, you're practically dripping." Hermione blushed. Loving and hating when he was so blunt. He stopped and Hermione whimpered at the sudden loss of touch. He put his fingers to his lips and sucked her juices of them, and clicked his tongue.
"Delicious."
"Remove them," he continued, and pulled at knickers, before releasing them so the elastic band snapped her hip. "I want you naked."
Hermione's legs trembled, and she did as he said, removing the remaining fabric she had on while Draco pulled his jumper over his head, making his hair all tousled, and it made her to touch it, run her hands through it. He looked so sexy, like that. Maybe it was because his hair always looked so pristine at all other times. When Draco had removed all of his clothes Hermione stared in awe. His chest looked hard, sculpted and lean, her gaze dropped lower and stopped for a second at the apparent V-shape, she found it looked so, enticing. He was clean shaved, except for a few golden curls. And he was so hard. She absentmindedly licked her lips as her eyes glued to his cock. She'd felt it many times, tasted it even, but it was a rare thing to simply just look at it, and she could understand now, why he'd describe her as delectable, because his cock, it looked so damn, tasty.
"Enjoying the view?" It snapped her out of her head, she hadn't realised how much she stared and she wondered for how long she had. She tensed a bit. She had been caught.
"Yes. Don't mind if I do," she answered boldly. She was a Gryffindor after all, and she could see his cock twitch before her eyes.
She stepped closer to him, touching over his chest with her fingertips, tracing his scars, his skin soft against her traveling fingers. She travelled further down, and was just about to touch his cock when he grabbed her wrist.
"Please?" she said, not above begging. She never was when she was this aroused.
"Since you ask so nicely, and I did promise you a reward didn't I? I think you earned it, you acted like a perfectly good little girl for the rest of the afternoon". Draco pressed gently on her shoulders, and it was all it took, her legs gave out quickly and she dropped to her knees.
She began licking up his length, and purred. Making sounds she didn't even know she had in her. The muscles in his legs tensed and he used his hands to gather her hair out of the way. Letting her explore with her tongue as she wished. He moaned loudly when she took the tip of his cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, taking in more of him. She relished in the sounds he made.
"Mm that feels so good, show me how much you want it," he commanded and she struggled to fit all of him in her mouth. He pulled hard on her hair and held her head still as he thrust into her mouth, not too hard, but enough to make her feel he was still in control. He was panting now, and pulled out earlier than she wanted.
He pulled her into a standing position, and quickly reached down to touch her core. Feeling how wet she was. "You enjoyed that didn't you?" He quirked an eyebrow. Hermione groaned as he touched her, and held onto him tight when he slid two digits inside of her.
"Yes!" she yelled, not sure if it was an answer to his question or a reaction to the assault on her pussy. Draco grabbed her chin and kissed her hard, passionately, desperately.
"Lean forward on the bed. I can't wait any longer to fuck you," he growled and let go of her chin.
They moved to the bed. Draco thrust into her hard, as deep as he could and Hermione screamed in pleasure. It felt so damn good in this position. He pulled out completely, only to thrust in with the same force again, she felt spots in her vision. She was so close already. She arched her back, allowing him to go deeper.
"Yes, yes, I'm gonna-"
"Your gonna what? Cum? Already?" Those words where not supposed to make her feel like she did, but Merlin it was so fucking hot. He reached under her and played with her clit, and she let go. Her entire body trembled. He stopped the assault on he clit and grabbed her hips so she wouldn't crumble, but he kept thrusting through her orgasm, only slowing down a little.
"Such a good girl," he breathed, and kissed her on her shoulder. And his soft words were everything.
He caressed her breast, and rolled her nipple between his fingers. She could feel her second orgasm forming.
"Please!"
He spanked her arse, hard, several times, and it sent vibrations straight through her.
"That's it, cum for me again," he growled and she came again, more intense than the first time, her walls clamping down hard on his cock. He slowed his pace, waiting for her orgasm to subside before he pulled out and stroked his cock until he came, with a loud growl, covering her behind in his cum.
Hermione collapsed on the bed, he pulled her fully onto it, and went to grab a damp, warm towel to clean them both up. They where both still panting, trying to catch their breath. Soon Hermione felt two strong arms pulling her close. She turned so they were face to face. He looked so relaxed, his eyes soft, he stroked her cheek with his fingers, and kissed the freckles on her nose, her forehead. Hermione exhaled, savouring the moment of closeness. She rested one leg between his two, her head on his shoulder. They stayed like that for a long while. Not really sleeping. They snogged for a bit, planting soft kisses on each other, neither wanting to break the silence, the serenity.
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Hermione was the first to wake, she eyed the clock on the bedside table, it was five p.m, so not too late for dinner. Thankfully she hadn't slept for too long.
She glanced at Draco, his blonde, almost white, hair was tousled, his chest moving up and down, steady. Her mind raced with thoughts about their recent activity, as she did, she couldn't help but wonder why she liked it so much, why she let him control every aspect when they had sex.
Draco pulled her closer to him. Peered at her with one eye. "Stop overthinking things, relax."
"How did you know? You're barely even awake?" she asked.
"Because I can feel your entire body going rigid," he answered in a husky voice, the kind men had only when they've just woken up. She almost felt privileged to hear it and seeing him like this, so serene, a little messy.
"You're doing that thing again," he blamed.
"What?" she asked.
"Staring."
"Oh. Yeah. Sorry, and also not sorry." She said and laughed. Draco chuckled, making both their body's bounce slightly on the bed, and it wasn't sarcastic or to tease her, it was genuine. She returned to her previous thoughts when he went still again, she wanted to know, to understand, why he made her feel that way, why the way he spoke to her during intercourse didn't make her want to punch him. It should, shouldn't it? Draco slapped her arse. And she again, returned to the present.
"Alright, if you're not going to give that mind of yours a break. At least tell me what's bothering you so much," he demanded, still with closed eyes, it made it easier for her to talk. She decided there wasn't any reason to not share her thoughts, since it regarded their sexual activities, for some reason she trusted him with those stuff, she had, ever since they met up for the first time post-war. That was a mystery in itself, she realised.
"Granger?" he moaned. She'd been thinking silently again.
"Yeah. I don't know. Last year when we-" She stopped. Unsure of how to say it.
"Started to fuck," Draco continued her sentence. Impatiently.
"Yes. During that time, I realised what I really liked, in the bedroom,"
"I remember, it was very enjoyable," he said, eyes still closed, but he still managed a satisfied smirk. Hermione was thankful his eyes were still closed. It made her feel like could speak freely without drowning in his eyes and stutter or do something else ridiculous because of his affect on her. She exhaled.
"What I'm still not sure of though, is the why," she continued. Draco caressed her back, running circles with his fingers. Encouraging her to continue, this time more patient. "I mean, I should want to slap you, not much unlike third year for the things you say sometimes, and I have no idea why it only arouses me more when you do. I hate not having control of things, of things being unpredictable. And why you? Don't take it the wrong way, but of all people in this world, I let you do these things to me." She stopped her confession there, not wanting to add on to just how much it sometimes bothered her that it was actually Draco Malfoy. A part of her thought it might be because she simply didn't reconcile the Draco before her now, with who he had been as a child, teenager. She had changed a lot after the war, and she knew he had too. Some doubts about his personality and views still lingered though. It was never something they discussed.
Draco opened his eyes. He didn't look annoyed, or amused, he looked sincere, serious, like he was truly contemplating how to answer.
"First of all. To me it's pretty obvious as to why you enjoy it. But it's from my point of view and I could be wrong," he placed his index finger on her lips, he could see she wanted to say something, but he wanted to finish before she did. "Please just hear me out before letting your mind get the best of you," he said. "Like I was saying, from my perspective. You've never come across a word you don't like so it's only natural words would be a strong aspect for you in the bedroom, by that I mean, why you like it to be so verbal." He could see her blush but soldiered on before he lost what he wanted to say.
"I think your so used to telling people what to do, and always thinking, overthinking, that you mind simply can't relax enough for you to enjoy the moment during sex. And that's where I come in. And maybe you should want to slap me, but know that I'm only in control because you let me. It's power play simply put. It has no bearing of who you are outside of the bedroom or our dynamic in it. You're still you." He shrugged his shoulders at the last part.
Hermione listened closely to what he was saying. When he said he could be wrong, she wanted to interject that if he did it would be a first, but she decided to let him say what he wanted, waiting, albeit rather impatiently. As he finished, she pondered what he'd said. It made a lot of sense, yes, she had always thought words to hold the most power, so it maybe wasn't that strange that she reacted a lot to that aspect during intercourse. And she had herself thought a lot about why she liked to not be in control. She said her next thought out loud.
"It makes sense, I think. But I never thought of it like that, that you were only in control because I let you. But then why do you enjoy that? If I'm the one who is actually in control?"
Draco smiled at her, and it made her heart melt.
"Because, there's something very satisfying in you submitting your control to me, wanting to do so."
Hermione hummed in reply, nuzzling her head between his neck and collarbone, before she spoke.
"I just want to clarify, I have come across words I don't like," she complained with all seriousness.
"Is that so?" Draco asked, intrigued.
"Yes, I loathe the words moist, panties, munch and vomit. Last one because it just makes me think of it," she said, making a grimace.
Draco laughed. "That's hilarious, and valuable." Draco looked devious.
"You use that knowledge for good only, thank you very much." She punched him teasingly. They both laughed and Hermione noticed how straight his teeth were, she almost envied them.
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Before Draco left for his room to shower, he decided to ask something. He wasn't entirely sure if it was a good idea, but he decided not to think about it too much.
"Do you wanna have dinner tonight? Together?" he asked. It didn't come out the way he hoped but he didn't dwell on it. Hermione looked surprised, she twirled a curl around her finger, blinked, and Draco put his hands into the pockets of his trousers, suddenly aware she might decline.
"Really? Are you asking me on a date?" Draco cringed at the word, date, but it probably was the correct term.
"Well, yeah. Why not?"
Hermione frowned for a bit, not meeting his eyes as she pondered it, maybe it was a very bad idea actually, but she also knew she wanted to go. She didn't want to have dinner alone, and dinner with him actually sounded like it could be fun. They had been talking a lot more, and not just keeping things strictly as physical as they had before, and she liked him, not denying it still felt conflicting and complicated, and she could think of several reasons from their past as to why they shouldn't.
That didn't hinder the fact that she actually wanted to though. She decided to stop overthinking. What could it hurt? It was only one dinner.
"Yes, let's do it. Where do you want to go?" and it sounded more as if she'd just agreed o scheduling a work lunch rather than a date.
"I have something in mind. Be ready at eight, I'll meet you here".
"Isn't that a little late?" she glanced at the clock and realised she wouldn't be ready in time if he had said any time earlier.
"Trust me, it's fine. See you then," he said and hesitated before he kissed her briefly on the lips. It felt very wrong but also like the most natural thing in the world.
As the door closed behind him Hermione felt something in her stomach. A fluttering. Butterflies?
Really? She reprimanded herself.
