"No..no.." -Hermione shook her head strongly- "I think..twice is more than enough."
"The mere fact that you can still keep track shows how poorly we've been doing." Draco stated matter-of-factly.
"I'm sure there's nothing we can do that haven't been done yet." Hermione replied calmly, struggling to maintain an air of cool indifference.
"On the contrary," -Draco stood up and turned around the bed- "You'll find that I can be very innovative." his eyes gleamed impishly.
"I don't feel like finding out, thank you very much." Hermione insisted.
She took a couple of steps back, tripping over the carpet and landing flat on her back. Hermione yelped in pain as she rubbed the back of her head slowly.
"You really need to stop running around like a frightened deer every time I come near you. It could be offensive at times." Draco advised, crouching on the floor next to Hermione.
Hermione looked up at him, panicking when she saw his face too close. She jumped upright, bumping her head right into Draco's.
"Dammit, Granger! Stop fretting!" Draco muttered several curses under his breath.
"I'm not fretting, I tripped and fell." Hermione crossed her arms over her chest defensively.
"Yes, because you were fretting." Draco scowled at her, rubbing his forehead.
Hermione turned around and headed towards the door only to have it slammed shut in her face.
"It's considered rude to leave in the middle of a conversation." Draco's remarked.
"We weren't exactly having one." Hermione retorted.
"You don't think our future family is conversation worthy?" Draco asked innocently.
Hermione bit out an incredulous laugh. "You..are..unbelievable!" she exclaimed.
"Several women have said the same." Draco smirked at her, "The situation was different, though." he added.
"Seriously, Malfoy? Seriously? Do you really expect me to stand there and listen to you bragging about a long list of girlfriends? No thank you, your love life doesn't interest me." Hermione lifted her chin up and looked away indifferently.
"That's bad, considering that you're an essential part of it now...the only part actually." Draco replied thoughtfully.
Hermione scoffed, finding it hard to believe that Draco didn't already have at least two other women in his life.
"I find this very hard to believe." Hermione admitted.
"It's true. So maybe with that in mind, you'll realize how frustrating your reluctance could be" Draco said simply, "Specially when I already know it's false pretense." his mouth twisted sardonically.
"You flatter yourself too much." Hermione remarked with a grimace.
"You know, Hermione. If you're not careful with your words I might get the impression that you're provoking me so I would come over there and prove my point." Draco challenged mischievously.
"Of course I'm not!" Hermione replied indignantly.
"Too bad, I was hoping you were." Draco smirked at her.
Too fast for Hermione's liking, Draco was standing a breath away from her. His intent gaze never leaving hers. She raised her wand in the space between them.
"Step back." she ordered, pointing her wand threateningly at Draco who looked at the wand impassively then at her.
"You're only proving my point. If you're so unaffected by me then why are you hiding behind your wand?" Draco argued.
"Because I don't trust what you're going to do." Hermione said.
"Whatever it is, it can't possibly affect you, right?" he pursued.
"Right.." she replied cautiously.
"Then you don't need that wand." Draco raised his hand to pull the wand away from Hermione's icy grip. He threw the wand away and took hold of Hermione's wrist. Gently, he folded her arm behind her back.
"Because this.." -Draco buried his face in Hermione's neck, biting gently at the vein that throbbed rapidly- " evokes absolutely no reaction in you."
"No, you are definitely not shivering." -Draco's hand skimmed over Hermione's back slowly- "Or maybe you're just cold." he mocked.
"I can't.." -Draco raised his head up a fraction, biting at Hermione's earlobe- "..possibly.." - his lips moved to her jawline- "..have any effect.." he ran the tip of his tongue along the line of her jaw, "on you."
Her other hand that was splayed over his stomach with the intention of pushing him away, contracted when his warm tongue flicked over the hollow of her throat. Draco raised up his head to look into Hermione's eyes. The hand that leisurely wandered around her back, now cupped one side of her face, angling her head to one side.
"Because you're so fucking immune to me." he whispered against the corner of her mouth.
Hermione's fingers dove into the hard material of Draco's robe. He let go of the arm he was securing behind her back.
"You were right, I can't breathe properly in that robe." Draco admitted, "Undo the buttons." he urged huskily.
She looked up at him, one hand hovering hesitantly over the buttons while the other remained fixed to her side.
"No." she mumbled inaudibly, talking to herself rather than Draco.
"Yes." Draco contradicted.
His hands closed over Hermione's, guiding her to the first button. Hermione's fingers stiffened over the button, fighting the instinctive urge to undo it. Just do it! An errant voice in her head implored. A voice Hermione struggled to suppress.
"Hermione.." Draco almost pleaded with a desperate sigh.
Hermione fumbled with the buttons clumsily. Too distracted by the waves of sensation Draco's kiss was evoking in her. He let out a guttural groan when the last button was finally undone. He hastily shrugged off the robe before sliding his shirt over his head. He looked up at Hermione, his ego cheering triumphantly as he saw her eyes travelling over the length of his torso. The cheers stopped abruptly when he recognized the look of panic on Hermione's face. The look that usually came right before she pulled back into her shell.
"Don't." Draco muttered under his breath, pulling Hermione close again.
He tugged at the hem of her shirt, pulling it up carefully. Hermione stared at him blankly, not making any move to help him take off the shirt. Draco stood there patiently, waiting for too long before she finally decided to cooperate with him. His arm snaked around Hermione's back, pressing her against his hard length. He pushed her to the bed gently.
Draco bent down slightly, he deftly undid the button and the zip that held Hermione's trousers together. He pulled them off swiftly and let them fall to the floor. He watched Hermione for a moment, deciding what to do. Then he knelt before the edge of the bed, pulling Hermione closer until the back of her knees were resting on his shoulders. He only realized the mistake he had made when he failed at pulling off her knickers.
Too hasty to get rid of the last barrier that stood between them, Draco ripped them off. Hermione braced herself up on both elbows. She watched with wide eyes as Draco bent his head down. His warm breath fanned against her, then his lips left a trail of kisses on her thighs.
When the taunting lasted for too long, Hermione groaned desperately. She placed her hand on the back of Draco's head, pulling him closer. She could hear him chuckling so she smacked his head.
Draco raised his head up raised an eyebrow at Hermione who looked back at him defiantly. He stood up and climbed the bed next to Hermione. She turned her head to look back at him.
"I need a hand with my trousers." Draco pointed out.
"You need a hand in your trousers." Hermione corrected, slapping herself in her head for not pausing to think before speaking.
Draco laughed loudly, looking at Hermione in amusement. Did she just say that? He chortled inwardly.
"So..are you going to do something about it?" Draco asked, angling his head to have a good view of Hermione's face.
Hermione didn't reply. Instead, she moved over to Draco. With growing familiarity, she undid the belt. Draco's hand reached for the zip, opening it before discarding the trousers. Unable to put up with Hermione's agonizingly slow pace, he pushed her pack to the bed. He bent his head down, his mouth claiming hers once more.
Deciding not to repeat his previous struggle with her bra, Draco muttered something under his breath and the wretched clasp was undone. He slid the straps off her shoulders, intentionally gliding his fingers across the length of her arms as he did so. He closed his mouth over one hard peak, twisting the other between his fingers.
It was only when Draco's teeth started leaving marks on her that Hermione's moans got louder and her voice grew gruff. When she started tugging forcefully at the hem of his boxers, he decided it was about time he got rid of them. Hermione's hand instinctively reached for him. The unexpected gesture took him by surprise and a guttural groan vibrated through his throat. His hand closed over Hermione's and raised it up, planting a kiss on her palm before letting it go.
Draco guided himself into Hermione. He pushed the tip of his length in and glanced up at her face to gauge her reaction. Her teeth were biting too hard into her lower lip as she looked at him through half closed eyes. He bent down and freed her lower lip with his own lips, pushing himself slowly into her. After what felt like ages for Hermione, his pace that started as slow and deliberate, gradually turned into fast frantic thrusts.
Too overwhelmed by the flood of sensations that came through her lips, her breasts and her insides, Hermione felt the first wave of pleasure. Her toes curled and her fingers dug into Draco's back. Just when the last wave of pleasure was fading, Hermione felt Draco's own release filling her up. Minutes later, he nearly collapsed on top of her. His weight pinning her down to the bed.
Draco raised himself up, mumbling an apology when he realized Hermione was gasping for air.
"If that's how you are when you're unaffected then I can't wait to see the affected version of you." Draco jested, his grin growing wider when Hermione glared at him.