Eros & Psyche Chapter 4D: Draco & Hermione, a harry potter fanfic

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CHAPTER FOUR (#4): Draco & Hermione

Draco's heart was pounding with anticipation by the time his partner walked past him. The clack of her heels on the stone floor was muted by the thick Aubusson carpet he'd summoned the moment he'd stepped into the room and changed the decor. Romantic patterns in a Greek style were highlighted in beige and creams against an olive green backdrop, and were in stark contrast to the large, black leather couch which sat upon the carpet as the lone piece of furniture in the room. A magically lit hearth set against the back wall provided the only light in the room, creating a sensual ambiance. Hermione seemed oblivious to the changes, however, as her eyes were locked onto his as they slid past each other. He made sure to give her an extra heated look and a tiny smirk just to perturb her further.

It worked, earning him a twitched eyebrow and a steely glare. He snickered in satisfaction as he shut the door behind her. He trailed her across the floor, but instead of standing before the fire, he took a seat on the couch, the soft, supple leather crinkling and molding around him. From this angle, he could watch her profile as she stood before the magical flames, see how distracted and disturbed she was by the far-away look in her bronzed eyes as she absently raised her drink to her mouth and took a sip, by the small crease above her brow and by the way she bit her coral-coloured bottom lip as she pulled her glass away. Even worried, she was magnificent.

Distracting himself from lusty thoughts, he held his card up and read it aloud, deciding to take the initiative:

DEED: Set your wand to vibrate and use it on your partner any way you want.

Granger froze with her glass of water half-way to her mouth, her eyes widening perceptively. He saw the fear pass like a shadow over her face and felt a moment of disheartenment. Sure, they'd fallen back on slinging insults in the common area outside, but he'd thought they'd made real progress during the last action round. Hadn't they mentally 'clicked' over the meal? He knew he hadn't imagined the mirroring lust in her eyes as he'd leaned over to tease her, either.

"What does your card say?" he asked in an even, soft voice, trying to move past the awkward moment, hoping to get her to open up a bit, relax a little more.

Her lids lowered as she slowly raised her card to her eyes and she read it for him:

DEED: Your partner must give you a sensual foot and leg massage with a nice scented oil of your choice.

Ah, perfect. This gave them the ideal beginning, allowing them an opportunity to ease into things. "You can go first," he graciously offered, setting his card aside along with his wand (which he'd scooped up off the table before leaving the main room earlier), and got to his feet. "I don't mind."

Dark, measuring orbs shot to his, and he saw clear mistrust reflected there. Draco sighed in exasperation and held out his hand. "Come, Granger, we don't have all night. You wouldn't forfeit over something so simple as a foot rub, would you?" He willed a small end table into existence at the end of the couch, directing it to contain two soft hand towels. He toed off his shoes and knelt down by the table, looking at her over his shoulder. "Well?"

Looking between him, the table and the sofa, Granger made her decision to stay and play this round out, much to his great relief. Crossing to the couch, she took a seat, placing her half-full water glass on the table. "You wanted to be submissive," she growled at him. "Here's your chance to prove it, Malfoy."

He smirked lazily. "Oh, I intend to." Reaching for her right foot, he grabbed it up and began taking off her golden sandal before she had time to react. When her foot twitched, as if she would draw it away, he held on tighter and pinched her big toe lightly. "Stop. I'm not lifting your dress, just taking off your shoes. Geez, Granger, you're so jumpy."

A sigh of frustration escaped her lips. "Do you honestly blame me? Prior to today, you've practically considered me less than the stuff on the bottom of those shoes."

"I have not," he countered, smoothly extricating her foot from her sandal and placing it on the floor next to him. He then started on her left foot. "Quit exaggerating."

"You have so!" she argued, her voice rising in pitch. "Why else would you call me a 'Mudblood'?"

As he gently removed her heel and toes from her shoe and put it next to its mate, he looked up at her evenly. "When's the last time I even uttered that word?"

Granger opened her mouth, seemed to consider it, and shut her lips again, looking away in confusion. "I… can't recall."

Kneeling upright, Draco placed his hands on either side of her legs on the couch and stuck his face next to hers on purpose, looking her right in the eye. "Fourth Year, just before the Yule Ball. Now, ask me why that specific event."

She blinked, shocked to find them so close together, and leaned all the way back into the couch to put some distance between them. "Why?"

Draco's heart was literally hammering now under his ribs. He was going to reveal a little bit more of himself to her, and he feared the fallout would most likely be that she'd withdraw as soon as she heard the truth, but this was an important barrier of misconception between them that needed to be smashed down in order for them to move forward. He'd take the hit to his pride if it meant making progress. "Because you took my breath away that night, in that pretty, little periwinkle dress you were wearing." He smirked a little bitterly at her astonished look. "Oh, yes, I know the colour choice was purposeful, and I even know what it meant - unlike your oaf of a date that night."

The acidic ire and jealousy that shot to the surface as he thought of Krum touching her came and went quickly, replaced by a strange melancholy.

"I couldn't take my eyes off of you the whole evening. Every time I tried to distance myself, there you were in the corner of my vision, smiling and laughing - dancing freely, like nothing in the world could hurt you. You were fearless in the face of all that jealousy aimed at you by the rest of us in that room, Granger. And for the first time in the three and a half years I'd known you, you were truly uninhibited. It was… beautiful."

Unwittingly, his eyes were drawn to those painted lips of hers, and he found himself wondering for the hundredth time what they tasted like.

"That's when everything changed. That's when I started doubting the beliefs my father had instilled in me. Because everything I was taught told me that a Mudblood shouldn't be so… exquisitely transcendent." He forced himself to look back up into her eyes. "I haven't said that word since, until this exact conversation."

Granger stared at him like he was half-mad - a wild animal gone tame, as if she wasn't quite sure she could trust it enough not to bite her hand off yet. Feeling a little vulnerable, Draco tore himself away, sitting back on his haunches again, and reached for a towel, busying his hands and mind. He placed it under her feet, and the second one across his lap. "So, do you have a preferred scent or shall I choose one?"

"What?" Hermione asked, clearly thrown by the sudden change in subject. "Scent? Oh…" She seemed to recover her composure rather quickly. "Um, no. You choose."

He'd totally thrown her, knew he'd really pushed her comfort levels this time. Hell, he'd shattered his own, so why the fuck not put them on equal footing? With a deep sigh, he thought up an appropriate scent for the massage, settling on a warm blend of black cherries, crème anglaise and sandalwood. A bottle popped into existence on the table next to him, and he swept it up, opened it, inhaled to assure himself of the selection (yes, it would be perfect), and then set about pouring it into his hands. "You'll have to lift the dress to your knees, both front and backside," he instructed. "I don't want to stain it with the oil."

Granger complied, and when her bared calves and ankles came into view, he forced himself to concentrate on putting the bottle back on the table and not spilling the oil warming up in the cup of his palm. He'd only ever seen her feet and legs bared that one time during the Yule Ball; every other time, they were covered, either by knee-high socks or slacks or those Muggle jeans she sometimes wore. The sight of those petite ankles, the slim width of her feet and their pretty arches, along with those adorably painted toenails made him uncomfortably aware of his growing erection.

Shit, he'd never been a 'foot man' before, but he had the feeling that after this massage, he was going to be a convert to the cause.

Taking up her left side first, he began by smoothing the slippery liquid over the golden skin on the top. Once the foot was good and coated, he pressed his thumbs into the bottom of her arch and gently, but with firm pressure, worked his way upwards. His partner moaned. Draco tried to ignore how that made his cock jump to attention, focusing on the task – the goal of relaxing her - instead. Otherwise, the second he touched her with his wand, she was either going to freak or beat his arse. He repeated the motion with his thumbs three times, working out the immediate kinks before concentrating on kneading her heel next.

"You've done this often," she stated with certainty.

Draco shrugged. "I've done it on occasion."

"Semantics," she challenged.

"What do you really want to know?" he tested her, reading the implied statement behind her initial one. "Are you asking if I give women foot massages as part of my normal sexual repertoire?"

She was quiet a moment as his thumbs ran circles up the edge of her foot. "Well, do you?"

Draco smirked. "No. Only the special ones get this kind of treatment."

"And the others?" she snapped with accusation.

His grin widened as he looked up at her, catching her eye as his fingers teased the sensitive skin between her toes, knowing the reaction that would cause. "Hard, fast fucking in whatever position is most convenient for the time allotted or the space permitted."

She licked her lips and bravely held his stare. "You have a lot of one-offs then?"

He shrugged again, letting his thumbs rub the pad of her big toe in circles. "You're looking for numbers," he stated. "All right, I'll tell if you do."

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him, considering the deal. "You go first."

Draco chuckled. "Fine, I'm not ashamed of my sex life, Granger. I've slept with nine women."

There was a short pause as she seemed to digest that information. "Any men?"

The question made him snicker as he shook his head. "No, sorry." He tossed her a cheeky grin. "You're not into that sort of thing, are you? 'Cause if we ever do a ménage a trois, beautiful, it has to be you and another female. I don't do apes."

She chuckled. "No, I'm straight and I prefer my men to be as well."

"How many men are we talking about here?" he asked, continuing to play with her toes, not moving the massage further yet, liking where this discussion was going and stalling to stretch his time out.

Granger paused, took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I've slept with two men."

Draco felt his stomach tighten. Two? He'd only known about one. Who was the other bloke? "The Weasel everyone knows about. Was Finnigan the other?" His heart burned like fire in his chest at the thought of that cock-sucking Irish touching his girl…

Granger looked at him with sincere concern. "Oh. My. God!" She burst out laughing and pointed one perfectly manicured finger in his face. "You're jealous of Seamus!" Her smile became positively wicked, making his dick harder than granite. "Heard the rumours, have you, about how he's cut?"

Fuckity-fuck-fuck-fuck!

Draco did his best to hide his ire away, playing it off as simple penis envy. "Jealous? Hardly. The guy's some kind of mutant. Seriously, how could any girl get pleasure from being ripped in half?"

Granger actually giggled, and this time without the influence of alcohol. "Welllll…" She exaggerated the pause. Draco pinched her calf, making her squeal and erupt into full-out peals of laughter. "Calm down, Malfoy. No, I never slept with Sea," she reassured him, patting his head with fondness, still smiling.

Despite the tiny annoyance he felt at being patronized, Draco actually felt relief overtake all other emotions at the moment. That tight knot in his chest eased. "So, who's fellow number two, then? Please don't tell me it's Saint Potter?"

She was quiet for a few moments, and Draco knew that she was debating over telling him more. Technically, she didn't have to divulge personal information to him. She didn't even have to talk to him, in fact, until she picked a card that required such an act.

"Charlie Weasley," she finally confessed. "Last Christmas. It was just once. Rebound sex for both of us."

Draco's jaw hit the floor. "Do my ears deceive me? You had a one-off with your ex-boyfriend's older brother? You? I would never have figured you for that kind of kinky."

His partner looked at him with disgust. "Honestly, it wasn't that life-altering an event. It was nice, but he was still in love with his ex-girlfriend, and there was the issue of Ron hanging between us, even though he and I had been broken up for over four months by then."

"Would you fuck him again if you could?"

The question was out of his mouth before he'd even realized he was going to ask it. Biting back his mounting jealousy again, Draco tried to cover by sounding sensitive, like one of those gossip columnists in PlayWitch. It wouldn't do to keep tipping his hand as he had been; he had to get better control of his internal green-eyed monster.

"Now that there's been almost a year of separation, and you and the Weasel are amicable, would you resume a relationship with Charlie if you could?"

Hermione appeared to give the question some serious thought, and that pit in Draco's stomach opened up again, this time threatening to drop him in without hope of rescue. Why could he never keep his mouth shut around this woman? Seriously, she drove him absolutely barmy!

"No, I don't think I could," she admitted, much to Draco's relief. "It was nice but, Charlie was a bit… overwhelming."

Draco massaged her sexy, toned calf with slow, rhythmic kneading, making sure to manipulate each stroke so it felt not just relaxing, but was also blatantly sexual. "Overwhelming in what way? Was it the 'fast and sweaty, up against a wall' kind of exciting, or a 'sweet and slow, and emotionally intense to the point where it left you broken-hearted' flavour of devastation we're talking about here?"

His witch blinked, truly blushing now. "Malfoy, I'm not sure it's such a good idea-"

He narrowed his eyes in defiance. "Bok, bok, bok, Granger." She'd opened this can of worms, so she could bloody well finish the discussion, as far as he was concerned. He wasn't sure he could take knowing any of this stuff later, anyway, especially after he'd had her. No, it was better to get it out of the way now, so he could stew properly and then try to put it behind him.

Hermione's mouth dropped open in astonishment. "Oh, you did not just give me the chicken, Malfoy! I'm a Gryffindor, for Godric's sake!"

He gave her his best Cheshire Cat grin, intentionally provoking her despite the fact she'd inadvertently incited him. "BOK. BOK. BOK," he tossed back in challenge.

Huffing with righteous indignation, the bookworm crossed her arms under her perky, unbound breasts and glared at him. "It was in a bed, for sixteen hours. He made love to me in every position you can imagine. I cried for more."

Draco felt a scorching flash of fury overtake him, and then he abruptly caught the tell-tale glint in her eye, and the small twitch at the corner of her mouth and he knew he'd been fooled. "You're making that up." He spanked her on the leg. "Tell me true or not at all."

The gig was clearly up, so his sassy partner started laughing and threw her hands up in surrender. "I thought the cards wouldn't let me get away with telling you a bald-face lie, but I had you going there, didn't I?" She looked inordinately smug about pulling one over on him.

A tiny bit of relief washed over him, and he took a deep, cleansing breath, working his way back down her leg, preparing to switch over. It was completely hypocritical of him, but the idea of her making love to any man –much less for more than half a day- made him see red.

"So, not sixteen hours. Still a Weasel though?"

She nodded. "Yes, still Charlie. I was visiting The Burrow – the Weasley family home," she clarified when he didn't recognize the term. "Everyone always goes home for the Christmas break, and Harry and I are always invited, too. I usually come in to stay a few days before the New Year. It was in the middle of the afternoon, and everyone was already outside playing in the snow. I'd gone back inside to get my scarf from the room I'd been assigned, and Charlie followed me up. We'd been flirting for a few days at that point, but I hadn't thought anything about it until just that moment when the door locked. The next thing… Well, you know what happened. It was, as you so crudely put it, fast and sweaty, hanging off the edge of Ginny's bed and with only half our clothes off. I think I still had my Chullo on, in fact, and the whole affair lasted maybe ten minutes - but then that's about average for an illicit rendezvous, I believe."

Draco stopped cold right as he picked up her other foot, shocked by her story. "Let me get this straight: First, you did it in a borrowed bed? Eww. Second, you wore a knitted hat while getting fucked? Mint! Even I haven't done that! Third, that's only the average amount of time you'd spend if you're in it for a quickie, not an 'affair.' And fourth, did you orgasm? I noticed you left that important detail out."

She slapped him on the shoulder as he began massaging her right foot in a mirror pattern to its twin. "I'm not telling you that! That's private!"

His eyebrows rose into his hairline with incredulity. "Are you serious? You could tell me that you were wearing outdoor skull apparel while riding the wild sausage on top of used bed sheets, but not whether you actually liked the experience or not?"

Personally, Draco thought that was his best use of colourful metaphor to describe the act of sex ever, but his partner obviously didn't share his humor. Her cheeks flamed brilliant crimson, and her eyes narrowed with distaste.

"You are the crudest prat I have ever had the misfortune of knowing," she accused.

He shrugged, undaunted, his cheek muscles positively smarting from all of the grinning he'd enjoyed this session. He hadn't had this much fun in years!

"Admit it: you like me being this way, Granger. It gives you someone to measure your prudishness against."

His partner was silent a moment, then cleared her throat. "Moving on now, have I answered all of your other questions to your satisfaction, Mister Curiosity?"

Well, that was a step-up from 'Mister Smarmy Pants,' at least.

Draco shook his head. "No, but I'll let you off the hook for now. Why don't you tell me what you know about Asian plants?"

He switched subjects on a whim, giving her a break from the sex talk for the moment… all while he rubbed the bottom of her foot in slow circles, being sure to press on the reflexology spot that was said to stimulate the reproductive organs. Well, he had been sorted into Slytherin, after all.

Hermione spent the remaining ten minutes of her massage time cramming as much useless information into his brain as possible. He tried to retain it, but realized that he was much too preoccupied with the question of whether she'd come for Charlie Weasley or not to really care about anything else. Besides, he'd have all of this information available to him later, when he actually cared enough to need it.

As he finished up the massage, he put her foot down, wiped his hands off with the towel in his lap, then rose back up on his knees and loomed over her again. Once more, she tipped back an equidistant amount until the leather cushion of the couch would allow her to move no further.

"You have the prettiest feet and legs, Granger, and I could rub them for hours listening to that amazing mouth of yours spew out facts that most of us would find impossible to recall –except maybe Longbottom, who's as hard-up for plants as you appear to be- but we are on a time limit here, beautiful, and I'd really like to get to my card done now."

Granger's eyes widened with sudden panic. "Right. Your card." She looked down at her hands in her lap. "Could I make a request before you begin, please?"

What, like not doing it at all, he bitterly assumed, grumbling at the thought. "Sure," he drawled instead. "I'll listen to any reasonable supplication."

She swallowed and forced her gaze to meet his. "Can you please not stick your wand inside my body in any capacity? I don't even use… toys… if you understand my meaning. It would be disgusting for me."

Truthfully, that wasn't too unexpected an entreaty from her, and so it didn't disappoint him in the least. He didn't want to scare Granger off, after all. What he ultimately wanted was her willing, squirming, wet and wild, not cursing him out, crying, or quitting the game on him. If this was one of her taboos, he could live with it.

"I can respect that and agree. I promise only sensual touching over the clothes with the wand. We'll make this just another type of massage."

Cinnamon eyes watched him warily as he picked up his wand and set it to very lightly, silently vibrate. Moving to the seat next to her on the couch without further delay, Draco slowly brought the wooden rod to Hermione's cheek. He stroked her flesh with the rounded end, moving in small, tight circles. Instantly, she twitched and began giggling.

"It tickles."

Her shoulders, he noted, relaxed some at that revelation, as if she'd expected it to prickle or hurt, but had instead discovered the sensation to be quite enjoyable. He moved the gently pulsing baton to the bottom of her jaw and lazily traced the line up and down.

His partner giggled again. "This isn't so bad."

When he moved it over to her ear next, tracing the shell around the back, then over the front to her lobe, working his way down the curve of her neck, her smile disappeared, however. Shivering as he slowly worked the trembling tip over her pulse point, she jerked a bit as the wand traced over one bared shoulder and down the inside of her arm to the bend in her elbow. Draco paused there to allow the wand to instigate desire, and then he let it travel down her forearm to the inside of her wrist, where it did the same.

Hermione's breathing quickened as he moved the quivering wood between each of her fingers, lingering with sensual intention against the fleshy, sensitive skin at the joint of each 'vee' and along the curve between index finger and thumb.

"Feel good?" he leaned his mouth towards her cheek, speaking softly.

Reluctantly, Hermione nodded. "It's… acceptable."

"Relax," he whispered as smoothly as the Devil, himself. "I won't hurt you, Granger. I'll only bring you pleasure, as promised."

Glancing down at the wand's path as it traveled across both her exposed knees to the other hand, and followed a reverse course up her right arm, over her shoulder, across her neck, Draco brought it around her jaw towards her lips, lightly pressing it against the bottom of her chin and stroking back and forth. "I'll be gentle," he vowed in a low, lulling tone, placing his lips mere inches from her ear. "Gentle and obliging, just like you wanted."

Her body began shuddering against him, as her breath hitched. She kept her eyes forward with stubborn insistence, however, as if trying to convince herself that what he was doing to her wouldn't affect her.

There was no way in hell he was going to let her avoid what he made her feel!

Pressing the lightly buzzing wand against her mouth, he very gently traced the shape. "Have I told you that you have the perfect mouth, Granger? A plump, bottom lip and a small, heart-shaped bow at the top." He nuzzled his face closer, careful not to touch her with his mouth without her permission. "I could kiss that mouth for hours, beautiful."

She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. "You're exaggerating."

Tracing a path over her chin again and down the center of her throat, causing her to tilt her head back, Draco smirked. "No, beautiful, I would cherish that mouth of yours, if you'd let me. I'd suckle your bottom lip and lap at your slit until you let me in. I'd coax your tongue to come out and play with mine. I'd nibble your fleshy bits with my teeth. I'd linger over each melding of our lips, sharing my breath and flavour with you. I'd sweep into your mouth and learn you the same way. It would be like sharing a little bit of our souls." He lowered his eyelids and gave her a sultry, promising expression. "I love kissing, Granger." The wand was tracing a path from shoulder to shoulder now, crossing over the halter. "Tell me true: has anyone ever taken the time to kiss you like that?"

Her eyes were wide, and in them, he saw the sad reality. Clearly, Granger was in need of a little T.L.C.

"You know I'm going to do that to you sometime before this game ends, don't you?" He used his wand against her jaw to turn her head towards him and stared her blatantly in the eye. "If nothing else, I'm going to kiss you as I've wanted to for years. You'll never forget my kiss when this whole thing is over. I'm going to make sure of it." He let his eyes move down her face to her lips, and back, saw the skepticism in her gaze and felt the challenge stir his blood. "Don't believe me?"

She looked him square in the eye, her doubt evident. "No man can kiss that good."

Still so fearless! He wanted to take those pillowed lips of hers right there –fuck her bones into the very couch, in fact- but the Slytherin within cautioned patience. He would only win her willingness by going slowly. "We'll see," he simply replied, letting his wand drop back down her neck, letting his eyes follow the tracing path.

He let the head of his fluttering wand travel down between her breasts next, and her reaction was immediate: she drew in a deep, short breath.

"You said nothing sexual," she reminded him, angry now.

"No, I promised I would do nothing disgusting, and to keep the wand over your clothes. I did caveat this whole thing as a sensual experience, however." He rubbed the wand over the round top of her breasts. "This is not gross in the least. It's provocative, without being nasty, and it's pleasurable for both of us." He tilted his chin to the couch arm. "Lay back."

His partner's eyes widened and she shook her head.

He nodded in return just as fervently.

"My card," he reminded her. "My need this time." At the stubborn glint in her eye, Draco growled in frustration. "Granger, you know I won't do anything to you that you don't want me to. I've already promised not to hurt you. I want this to be fun for both of us, so stop fighting me. Just cooperate and we can get this over with faster."

She considered his request for a full minute at least. "Nothing I don't want you to do?" she required of him to vow again.

Draco checked his impulse to sigh and nodded. "Swear it on my magic. You say, 'stop,' we stop. No questions asked."

The vow on his powers seemed to convince her, and she flowed downward somewhat awkwardly into the wide couch cushions, resting her head and shoulders flat on the soft, leather pad. Draco crowded in between her inert body and the couch backing, leaning up on an elbow. The two of them squirmed to adjust to each other's comfort, and finally fit nicely into the space. He loomed a bit over her as a result, looking down into her face, and it was suddenly a very erotic pose, as if he were mounting her for sex.

Dark cider-coloured eyes looked earnestly up at him, and in that moment, Draco felt his heart leap into his throat and constrict. He swallowed past the lump, fought off the urge to nuzzle her, and instead let his wand come to rest back in between her breasts once more. "Relax," he again coached. "Close your eyes if you want. It's just a sensual massage."

With a deep sigh of surrender and a grumbled, "Fine," her long, dark eyelashes fluttered down and her lids shut. "I can't relax so easily, though. Speak to me again," she requested. "Like the first massage."

Grabbing onto that idea, Draco slowly moved his wand up and down her sternum, tracing a path clear to her belly button and back up, leaning his mouth to her ear. He purposefully spoke in a low, honeyed tone, trying to both ease and ensnare her senses. "The room is dark. The only light comes from gentle slivers of silver beams from the moonlight drifting through an open window, casting shadows in the corners. The air is warm, a little sultry. You stand before the casement, magnificently dressed in a shimmering black, silken nightgown that caresses your skin with every movement."

He let the wand begin to slowly drag concentric circles all over her belly and waist.

"What am I doing here?" she whispered the question, as if this innocent act of participation was somehow too naughty for anyone else to hear.

Draco licked his lips, liking her partaking in her own seduction, continuing his lazily drawn rings around her dress, touching bared skin where the edges aligned.

"You're waiting," he replied in the same, enticing tone. "For your lover. He's promised to come to you soon."

"Where is he?" she asked in that same hesitant voice.

He couldn't have been served up a better line if he'd written this script himself. Leaning his mouth closer to her ear, he answered. "I'm here, beautiful. In the shadowy corner, watching you, where I've always been."

There was a significant pause of half a minute while she bit her lip, clearly considering how to reply. "Why are you hiding?" she finally murmured, turning her cheek into his.

Whoa, she was really getting into this! That astounded him, while at the same time, attracted him all the more to his partner. Role-play was one of Draco's favorite things to do, but who'd have guessed Miss Bookworm had such a fantastical fetish, too? It seemed he would have to reassess his assumptions about Hermione Granger when all of this was said and done.

"Not hiding, beautiful," he corrected her gently. "Waiting… for you to be ready for me." He moved the wand around until he was circling the underside of one perfect breast. "Are you ready now, do you think?" The wand trailed up and around one of her nipples, finding its outline through the dress, careful not to touch quite yet. The sensation on her areola, however, he knew would drive Hermione wild.

As expected, she gasped, taking a deep, shuddering breath. "Yes," she sighed. "I'm ready."

"Then take your nightdress off for me," he required, his mouth lingering so close to her skin that he could practically taste the strawberries scenting her hair product. "Stay in the moonlight just like that so I can see every inch of your delicious skin." He paused to give them both time to visualize it, then hummed in her ear. "Mmmm… your body makes me weak, beautiful. Your breasts are so ripe, with such pretty nipples." He let the buzzing wand finally caress the tiny bud he'd been teasing. "I could suck on these forever. Do you like my mouth here?"

Granger's mouth parted on a sexy, low moan that made his cock beg for release.

"Yes, your mouth feels so good right there! Lick me all over. Use your teeth… gently."

Circe's holy tits, did she really just say that?

He pressed his wand down a little harder as it ran over her in wide circle, narrowed into the center and then back out again. "Shall I mark both sides equally?"

She gave him permission with a whimpering nod and he moved the wand across to the neglected breast and repeated his performance. The juts of her tiny nips were hard points against the fabric of her dress, making his mouth simply water. "I worship you, beautiful," he venerated her with his voice. "I love touching you. I never want to stop."

To his utter surprise, her right hand came up and lightly gripped his wrist holding the wand. She guided him down her abdomen, towards her womb. "Then don't. I've wanted you to touch me like this for a long time." The wand tip reached the summit of her thighs and pressed down gently. "Don't stop."

Draco groaned, seriously fighting off the urge to stroke himself against her leg, where his obvious erection was now pressing. "Let me take you on the bed, beautiful." He closed his eyes and played out the sexy scenario in his mind as well. "Let me love you against those black, satin sheets. I want to see those rose petals all around your gorgeous body."

Hermione nodded. "Yes, take me there. Love me there."

He imagined taking her hand and walking the few steps to the bed of their shared dream, of laying her back, riding her down, bending over her as his lower body pressed against hers. He described it for her in detail, leaving his wand exactly where she'd left it off. "Can you feel me resting between your soaking, wet lips, beautiful? Feel how much I want you, how you drive me to this state every time you so much as look my way?" He was dying from the fire burning through his veins, caught up in the fantasy now, too. "Let me put my mouth on yours. Let me taste you while I work my way inside."

She paused, and he felt her swallow hard, and then she nodded. "Yes, I want to taste you, too."

That was all the encouragement Draco needed. Slowly, he dragged his lips over her jaw and cheek, until they hovered over hers. He opened his eyes, found hers still closed. "Look at me, beautiful," he coaxed. "I want you to know me."

Granger's whole body was shaking now, almost violently, as she dragged her lashes up, and her eyes opened to behold him. They stayed that way for long seconds, neither moving. "Say it again, now," he appealed, praying she wouldn't back down. He wanted this, but only if she knew who she was asking and only if she meant it. He wouldn't take this without consent. "Tell me to kiss you."

Hermione blinked once, twice, and then licked her lips. "Kiss me."

With infinitesimally patient, careful motion, Draco gave them their first kiss. He closed his eyes only once she did, and then it was to deepen the pressing of their lips together. As his tongue darted out to lightly lick, to entice her to open wider for him, the wand began stroking her slowly down between her legs, working into the groove of her slit and pressing against her core.

Hermione gasped at the pleasure he was provoking in her delicate clit, and the moment her mouth parted, he thrust his tongue in fully, reaching for hers. They both moaned at the sensation of stroking against the other, even as he cherished her lips at the same time. At the first small separation for breath, she let go of his wrist and thrust her fingers into his hair, pulling his face into hers, at the same time as grabbing his shirt with her freed hand and holding on.

"Beautiful," he murmured, moving back in to feast some more upon her luscious mouth. "You're so fucking beautiful, Granger." He groaned, losing himself in the singing of his blood from her touch and flavour, even as her hips began to gyrate against his wand in time to his stroking.

He kissed her as he promised he would earlier, giving her every bit of his skill to make this an unforgettable moment. She moaned into his mouth as her pelvis continued to pick up pace. "Malfoy… Oh, God! More!"

Holding nothing back from those kisses, Draco gave until his mind was so fuzzy that thinking was moot, and there was only action. He could feel her body tensing under his, knew she was close to finding her release, and all he could do was urge her on, desperate himself to hear and see and know he'd brought her. "Come on, beautiful," he cajoled between thrusts of his tongue into her apple-scented mouth and kisses that ended with his teeth lightly tugging on her bottom lip. He tasted the salt of perspiration dotting her top lip as he dove back in for more. "That's it. Reach for what I'm giving you, love. Come apart for me."

Her eyes flew open as she crested the wave, as if she'd never known such pleasure could exist, and then they squeezed tight and she arched her back and found her bliss. Clamping her legs together around his hand, she cried out in release, her face and body and voice unchecked - completely uninhibited. She gave him everything, and it was the most honest thing he'd ever seen.

"So beautiful," he murmured softly in awe, pressing his lips to hers once again, capturing the last of her scream, taming it and claiming it for his own.

Granger whimpered into his mouth and held onto him tight, trembling from head to toe even in the aftershocks. Finally, when sensation became too much, she took her hand from his hair, smoothing it down his arm, and silently requested he remove the stimulation from between her legs. He complied easily, refusing to break off from the kiss quite yet, however. Wanting more…

The chimes rang out, and he groaned in disappointment.

Fucking time limit!

Pulling away reluctantly, he looked down at her. There were tears in her eyes. Her quaking hand was still holding onto his wrist and she was struggling to regain control. Obdurate, steadfast, tenacious Hermione Granger had been moved by what they'd done! With cherry-coloured cheeks, shimmering chocolate orbs for eyes, and candied lips, she looked positively edible… and scared half to death.

"You've never done that before," he softly made the realization. "With a partner, I mean."

White teeth bit into her bottom lip as her shaking increased. "No."

He blinked in confusion, putting together what she was implying. "You've only ever made yourself climax."

Anger stirred in the dark depths that held his. "Don't laugh," she hissed low, but he could sense the pain lurking underneath.

Was it possible that neither Weasel had been able to make her come? Had he really been the first man to make her orgasm? His heart took off madly, ripping itself free from the confines of his body and heading straight into the heavens. He'd been the first man to bring Hermione Granger - to experience her strumming the high note! Now, she'd never be able to forget him!

Lost momentarily in these revelations, leaning over her on one arm, he had absently begun twirling amber and earthen strands of her hair with that hand. Now he focussed again on her face. "I won't laugh or tease," he promised, lowering his lips to hers, locking their gazes. "It'll be our secret."

A glimmer of relief passed over her, before she lifted her mouth for his kiss. "Thank you."

Letting his wand drop to the floor, he allowed himself to come over her fully and shoved his fingers into her hair, claiming her lips in a final, blazing pull. She answered with equal ardor, running her fingers along the back of his neck, letting her nails massage his skull, tickling him. It was the sexiest, most luscious kiss he'd ever experienced, their tongues sparring and entangling, desperate for a last minute taste.

He made himself pull back, forced the reminder on them both that they needed to get moving or else they'd forfeit the chance to do this again next round. "Time to go."

Granger simply nodded, as he rolled to his feet and collected his shoes. He waited patiently for her to slip her sandals back into place and cinch them up, and then offered her a hand up. She took it without a second thought, pressing her palm into his as she made her feet, but he didn't let go immediately, instead tugging her back into his arms. As he held her against him, there was no hiding his lust for her; he didn't even try.

"Did you like your massages?"

Despite the moment of wariness he caught sliding through her eyes, she slipped her arms around his neck. "Very much. Thank you again."

Time for the big question: "Was the kiss as I promised? Could you forget it so easily?"

An impish glint appeared in her gaze, followed by a very wicked, sultry smirk. "What kiss?"

Draco blinked in astonished exasperation.

She did not just say that!

"Did we kiss?" she kidded, pressing up on tiptoes to bring her mouth into alignment with his, becoming the aggressor now. "Hmm, seems I've forgotten already. I think you're going to have to remind me… Draco."

Draco narrowed his eyes, considered her change in mood, a smile tugging at his lips. "You've never forgotten a thing in your life, and you know it… Hermione." He dipped his head until his mouth buzzed hers. "Tricky witch."

Her snicker was cut off as he snogged her senseless once more, thrusting his tongue against hers, tasting every crevice of her mouth, embracing her against his pounding heart. She gave as good as she got, too. Slytherin Almighty, Gryffindor's Princess really knew how to kiss!

Reluctantly, she pulled away after a minute or two. He tried following her, tried to keep their lips melded together, but she broke off the kiss. Even then, however, neither seemed willing to move away completely. Her fingertips tickled his jaw line and cheeks, as his hands rubbed circles over the sway of her hind. Resting his forehead against hers, running down her cheek as he tried to rein in his desire, Draco sniffed in astonishment and smirked at his own foolishness. "Too tempting," he sighed in longing. "I want to shag you right here and now, all bloody night long. The game can go hang."

Melting out of his arms, his partner quickly headed for the door, leaving him standing there with the erection of the century. Eying his trousers as she made the door and turned to flash a look at him over her shoulder, her smirk was positively sinful.

"Sorry, but no forfeiting for me yet. I'd like to know what opportunities the cards will offer us next."

With that, she turned the knob and stepped back into the common area without a backward glance.

"Evil siren," he grumbled after her, adjusted his cock in his pants. Draco took another minute to regain composure, thinking of cold and unpleasant things to get his raging hard-on deflated, and then headed out after his witch, secretly eager for the next round, too.

TO BE CONTINUED…

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Draco Malfoy's last time calling Hermione Granger a Mudblood in the novels to coincide with the timeline we've established here for this fic (remember, Cedric didn't die and Voldemort was never resurrected in this Alternate Universe), was just before the Yule Ball. Specifically, he said this: 'You're not telling me someone's asked that to the ball? Not the long-molared Mudblood!' ('Goblet Of Fire', Chapter 23). Between novels 1 – 4 (up to the point of where the timeline deviates for this fic), Malfoy *specifically* calls Granger a 'Mudblood' exactly four times (twice in "Chamber of Secrets," and twice in "Goblet of Fire").

Periwinkle = A de-saturated colour of the blue/indigo/violet family. The flower itself (of the same name) means "early friendship" when given.

The scent of black cherries, crème anglaise and sandalwood is the designer scent attributed to Victoria's Secret's "Amber Romance" line of bath products. It sounded heavenly and something that would be both alluring and soothing, when I went online and looked for an appropriate massage oil scent.

Musical Selection for this Chapter: "Say It" by Ne-Yo. Lyrics are as follows:

Close the doors.
Lay down.
No, no, no, not like that...
Like this, yea... I like that.
Okay, now here's what I want you to do...
I want you to look me right in my eyes,
And I want you to tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.
You ready?

Your body whispering from under the sheets...
I hear it moaning begging loud and clearly.
I'm rather fluent in the language it speaks,
But it's your mouth I want to tell it to me.

Girl, why don't you
Tell me what you want me to do to you?
Say it, say it, say it...
Girl, why don't you tell me what you want from me?
Girl, won't you
Say it, say it, say it...

It's not as if I'm not totally aware
That you want my hands right here and my mouth right there...
Girl, don't play shy, show me how bold you can be.
Open your mouth and tell me where you want me.

Tell me what you want.
Oh, you want that?
Say the word.
Turn around.

Anything that you want, baby, tell me you want it.
I got it, babe.
Tell me what you want.
No more hoping and wishing...
Name your position.
I got it, babe.
Tell me what you want and I got it, babe.
Anything that you want, baby, tell me you want it.
I got it babe.
Tell me what you want.
No more hoping and wishing...
Name your position.
I got it, babe.