A/N: Hello! I know I've already rated this story M, but just in case. For those who ignore the rating, this story contains several graphic sex scenes. If that's not your cup of coffee then you simply shouldn't be here.
P.S: I love reading your reviews, all sorts of them, and I sincerely wish to keep up with your high expectations. :)
Hermione absently bit her lower lip. An action she quickly regretted as it drew Draco's attention to her mouth. He bent his head down and freed her lower lip. Her soft moan was muffled into his mouth.
Before she could realize it, Hermione felt the edge of the bed against back of her knees. She lost her balance and almost fell back but Draco's hand pulled her forward. He broke off the kiss and stepped back, pulling his hand away from her back.
"Last time I did this you distorted it into molestation." Draco reminded her, "This time, I want to hear verbal approval first." he added hoarsely.
"You want my..permission?" Hermione asked throatily.
"No_" Draco shook his head, "_your permission is not enough. I want you to ask for it."
"You are taking great pleasure in this, aren't you?" Hermione asked, narrowing her eyes on Draco.
"In what exactly?" Draco asked, looking genuinely puzzled.
"This! Everything!" Hermione bit, waving her hands around impatiently. "You're enjoying humiliating me." she concluded with a grimace.
"What makes you think I'm trying to humiliate you?"
"Oh nothing, just the fact that you're asking me to beg for...for.."
"I never told you to do so"
"Then how do you explain what you just said?"
Draco opened his mouth to reply, he wanted to argue further but knew it was pointless. "Hermione, it really is a lot less complicated than you make it sound." Draco said, "I just kissed you, do you want me to go further?" he demanded simply.
Hermione gaped at Draco, his boldness never failed to render her speechless. She needed a moment to muster a clever reply. If she said no she would only be lengthening her confinement to the Malfoy manor. But telling Malfoy she wanted him also felt too debasing for her. Then there was a tiny carnal part of her that felt a surge of disappointment at the idea of letting that kiss be all.
"Well_" Hermione said in a barely audible voice. She cleared her throat before continuing, "_I made it clear before that the sooner the better, so.."
"Oh enough of that already!" Draco snapped, "I honestly haven't seen a woman as talented as you are at turning off a man." he added with a frustrated grimace.
At this moment, Hermione could swear that if she put every other offense Draco had said to her in one scale pan and that last one on another scale pan, the last one would definitely be heavier. She was smart, of that she was sure. But she was never equally sure about her appearance.
She had spent most of her time with two male best friends who rarely ever noticed she was a girl. At the Yule Ball, she wasn't sure whether to be flattered by how everybody seemed astonished by her good looks or offended that people seemed so surprised at the fact that she could be beautiful.
Apparently everybody saw her as that average looking girl who had an insufferable know-it-all attitude. The latter never annoyed her; she was smart and whoever had a problem with that knew exactly where to stick up his opinion. The first, however, always pestered her. She was a girl who appreciated being noticed as one every once in a while. She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't notice Draco stomping out of the room. The sound of him slamming the door behind him snapped her out of her thoughts.
She reached for the gown he had placed on the bed. It looked too conservative for the type of women she assumed Malfoy would associate with. She started experimenting with it but the wand wasn't being cooperative. She tried transforming it into a lighter shade of blue but it ended up lime green. After several attempts at changing the color and the cut, she ended up with a dark crimson nightgown.
She put on the nightgown and tied the straps behind her neck. She thought about using her wand to tame her hair but considering how untamed the wand itself was, using it on herself was a risk Hermione wasn't willing to take. After a long while of brushing her hair with little assistance of magic, she was finally content with how she looked.
She studied her reflection in the mirror. Setting out to prove Malfoy wrong was easier said than done. Part of her wanted to take the step they've been dancing around for too long. If she stayed confined to the Manor for any longer she would start losing her sanity. Another more personal part of her wanted to see Malfoy taking back his words. A challenge was posed and she was so determined on winning it.
An impatient "Come in." came from the other side of the door as she knocked on Malfoy's door. She walked into the room with hesitant steps and closed the door behind her. Malfoy was sitting on a chair, holding a glass in his hand with his back to her.
"Yes?" Draco asked curtly without turning around to look at Hermione. He wanted to make their conversation as concise as possible because he was positive whatever she was going to say would only make things worse. Hermione was so determined on reducing the whole matter into a business deal. He could've assumed she was a real ice queen but there were those rare moments where she came to life in his arms and they demolished any doubts of frigidness.
She still didn't speak and Draco suspected that if he turned around he would find her pointing a wand at him. The thought alarmed him and he glanced around him, trying to remember where he had left his wand. She cleared her throat and Draco finally turned around to see what was wrong with her.
"What is it, Granger?" he demanded, his voice trailing off as he turned around. Hermione was clad in dark crimson. Her hair was neatly draped over her shoulders although it still didn't lose it's unruly nature. One hand was clenched in a fist by her side while the other was twisted behind her back, holding the door knob. She was looking down at her bare feet.
"I see you're getting along well with the wand." he remarked huskily as he studied her from head to toe.
"Yes" Hermione mumbled. Is this the best you can do? She scolded herself silently. The sound of Malfoy's voice sent a faint surge of pride through her. A surge that increased greatly when she looked up to see him watching her with wide eyes that were a couple of shades darker than usual.
"So you came here to show off your skill?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
"Transforming some clothes is barely something to boast about." Hermione replied with a shrug.
"Then you're here to show off the clothes. Not bad. Anything else?" Draco asked, struggling to maintain an indifferent attitude.
"What are you drinking?" Hermione asked suddenly, focusing on the glass in Malfoy's hand as an attempt to distract herself.
"Firewhisky.." Draco's voice sounded perplexed.
He studied Hermione for a long moment, trying to figure out what her plan was. He opened a small cupboard and took out a glass and a graceful looking bottle. He poured her a glass and held it up, silently inviting her to come over and take it. She moved slowly and extended her hand to take the cup but Draco pulled his hand back.
"I think we need to cover some things before you drink." he said, "I really need to know why you're here." his statement came as a plead rather than an order.
"Well..you asked me a question and then..you left before I had the chance to answer." Hermione replied
"No_" Draco shook his head "_I left because I didn't like where your answer was going." he corrected. "And if you plan on repeating it then I strongly recommend that you just leave." he warned.
"I want my glass" Hermione requested, looking at the glass Malfoy was holding tightly.
"No. I don't want another tantrum from your side. This time you'll say I got you drunk." he insisted.
"I won't! I came here by myself, didn't I?" Hermione tried to reason with him.
"Which brings us back to the main point: why?" he repeated his question.
"You asked me if I wanted things to go further but you never said whether or not you wanted to." she said tentatively, tilting her head to one side.
The glasses almost slipped off Draco's hands. He put them on the nearest table with a thud. His resolve not to touch her unless she asked him to, instantly jumped out of the window. His fingers dug into her waist, pulling her closer forcefully. He ground his hips against her stomach and heard her gasp audibly.
"Would you settle for that as an answer?" Draco rasped, his breath warm against Hermione's ear. She could feel a much warmer length pressing into her stomach, giving her all the confirmation she wanted.
"Yes.." Hermione whispered in a barely audible voice.
Draco raised his head up to look at Hermione. She was staring at him with dilated pupils, her lips slightly parted. He knew the right thing to do was pull away and wait for her to voice her approval. But doing this meant putting himself through the risk of having to let her go back to her room when he was too reluctant to do so. He bent his head down once more to kiss her, moving with her towards the bed. He broke off the kiss and let her sit on the bed before sitting next to her
"Just_" he closed his eyes and a frown creased his brow briefly "_don't throw a fit about this in the morning." he pleaded.
Hermione shook her head faintly. Draco took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself down. Every instinct in his body was urging him to tear the nightgown apart. But the reasonable side of him prevailed.
He laced his fingers through her hair and pulled her head back. He directed his attention to the spot he had discovered before, his teeth nibbled at the base of her throat and she let herself fall back to the bed.
Draco's gaze lingered on her heaving chest. His eyes widened as he took in the rest of Hermione's frame. A scar marked her left arm, one that he was too distracted to notice the last time. Draco was easily able to read the letters carved in her flesh. He struggled to hide an appalled grimace as he remembered what caused this scar.
Hermione started to feel conscious when she saw the hints of a grimace on Draco's face. She raised her hand to her throat, hiding her scar, and looked away.
"No" Draco mumbled as he turned around the bed and lay on his side next to Hermione. He pulled her hand away from her throat with difficulty. He bent his head down and left a trail of kisses along her arm, spending extra time on her scar. Hermione looked at him but all she could see was the top of his head, she ran her fingers through his hair, gently pulling his head up.
The flimsy fabric of the nightgown started feeling like too much of a barrier beneath Draco's hands. He buried his face in Hermione's neck, the tip of his tongue tracing her vein. He slid one hand behind her neck, fiddling with the knot that tied the nightgown, he eventually untied it.
Draco pulled down the gown, revealing Hermione's bare breasts. Hermione's breath hitched in her throat as she felt Draco's warm mouth sucking in one hard peak followed by a cold blow of air. She let out a husky moan as a mix of pain and pleasure surged through her body when Draco let his teeth explore freely. At some point she wasn't aware of, Draco pulled the nightgown down her legs and let it hang loosely at the edge of the bed. Then she noticed that he was still fully clothed, only his feet were bare.
Draco pressed a kiss into Hermione's bellybutton. He moved his hands to the waistband of her white silk knicker, pulling it down. But Hermione's hand closed over his quickly. With a couple of swift moves, she pushed Draco back to the bed, surmounting him. He watched her through hooded eyes as she clumsily undid the buttons of his shirt with shaky fingers.
Draco raised himself off the bed briefly to take off his shirt. Hermione was fumbling with his belt and he was gradually losing his patience. After long agonizing moments she finally undid it. His trousers' button and zip followed. He had a plan of lengthening this as much as possible but the way Hermione's eyes gleamed as she watched him intently, ignited in him a primitive desire to take.
Hermione's hand skimmed over Draco's shoulder, resting at his chest. She could feel one hard nipple against her palm and couldn't help but let her mouth explore it closely. She reveled in the guttural moan that escaped his throat. He looked up at her with eyes too dark and shiny. He rolled over her again, his weight pinning her down.
With an impatient movement he almost tore apart her knickers. His fingers slid through her silky folds in an agonizing circular motion. He raised two glistening fingers and pushed them slowly through Hermione's parted lips. Her brows drew together briefly as she tasted herself for what was probably the first time. After a short moment she started sucking and biting his fingers eagerly. Draco freed them from Hermione's mouth and covered it with his. A soft moan vibrated through his throat and into hers as he tasted her lips.
Hermione ground her hips tentatively against Draco. the fabric of his boxers felt too rough for her. As if on cue, Draco pushed himself up and took off the last barrier of clothes that stood between them. He watched Hermione's reaction as her intent gaze traveled over his full length. He looked into her eyes, seeking confirmation. His confirmation came when she started parting her legs slightly.
Draco's hand glided over Hermione leg, stopping at her calf. He ran his thumb over the back of her knee before pushing it to one side. Instinctively, Hermione wrapped her leg around his back. He braced himself on one arm, nearly hovering over her. His other arm reached between them, he guided himself into her entrance.
He bowed his head and dropped a kiss at the bridge of her nose. His tip pushed into her then he withdrew again. Repeating the same action for three or four times, he wasn't sure whether he was teasing Hermione or himself.
"Draco!" Hermione moaned impatiently. Her desperate tone was his undoing, with one confident thrust, Draco pushed his full length into her. He stilled abruptly, almost sure that he broke through something on his way. Hermione let out a muffled whimper and he didn't dare move.
"Are you alright?" He asked in a whisper. Hermione took a brief moment before opening her eyes and looking at him. She nodded in response.
"Are you..were you..a.." Draco stammered before Hermione's hand cupped the nape of his neck and pulled him down, pushing his face against her neck. He obeyed her silent order, kissing and biting her neck as he moved inside her with slow rhythmic strokes. After a long while of holding back, when Draco started to think he couldn't hold back any longer, he felt Hermione's muscles convulse around him.
She arched her back, pushing him even further into her and Draco felt waves of pleasure run through his body and end up in hers as he finally reached release. His muscles went loose and his hand was no longer able to support his weight. He collapsed over Hermione for a moment before realizing she was probably unable to breath properly with him on top of her.
He forced himself up and lay next to her on his side. His hand brushed some tendrils of her hair that covered her face. He wiped a bead of sweat that formed over her forehead and waited for her to recover.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Draco asked quietly when Hermione finally opened her eyes.
"Would it have made any difference?" Hermione asked simply.
"I could've been more...careful." Draco replied thoughtfully.
"It's okay; I'm okay." Hermione assured, her clouded mind unable to come up with a more detailed answer.
Okay? Draco frowned. He couldn't tell what Hermione meant by okay. Did she mean she was alright? Or did she just describe what happened as just okay? Nothing about this encounter was merely okay! No, she definitely meant that she was alright, Draco decided that this was the only rational option.
"Good night then." he murmured before pressing a brief kiss against the bridge of her nose. He rolled over his back taking her with him. It wasn't long before he heard her breath evening.
A faint ray of light teased Draco's eyes. He looked at the window through barely opened eyes. The first rays of sunlight were making their way through the dark sky. He closed his eyes again and adjusted himself on the bed, careful not to wake Hermione up. But then he realized that wasn't possible; he was sleeping alone.